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another long reblog cuz im crazy abt this story
omg, i LOVED this chap? and i loved all their dynamics?? the chapter was so intriguing. it's so good?? plot is plotting. mia you're so fucking talented to pull this off. my god, i love your writing so much. it's the perfect blend of angst, humor and fluff (and ofc smut). and the fact that you're writing this out of your comfort zone?? respect. srsly tho, i loved this chap!! im so ready for the next chapters hehe.
and ofc, fave parts below!!
it was privacy that was the real myth.Â
asdghjkl, well being in a camp with 13 men is .... interesting
when Soonyoung and Seungkwan sat right next to you, loudly comparing their dick sizes.
and not the underwear boxing lmaoo. guys...*sigh*
1.Hell no you didn't want him or anyone in this camp to realise just how (as Jihoon called it) thirsty you were.
"thirsty you were" đđđ
You couldn't just walk up to such a man and tell him, âhey, you're hella hot and I'm hella attracted to you, I wish you would ravage me.â????Â
honestly, i would. (only for cheol tho đ)
you liked to take Natalie on a walk to visit the man she had a big fat crush on.Â
AHHHHHHH, JUN LMAO. AND NATALIE ?!?! i miss natalie
Soonyoung wasâŚâŚ.. A teenager stuck in a manâs body.
more true words have never been spoken
he was handsome, goofy, really good with his hands, really really good with his brain but the same didnât extend to his mouth.Â
"the same didn't extend to his mouth" im hollering
For now, you were to focus on building your core strength and basic self defense, in case the camp is ever attackedâŚ. Yes, cause that is less scary, way to make one feel better.Â
minghao needs social skills training cuz wtf man?
Hansol was well aware of your presence and chose to actively avoid you every time - if you remembered right, there were even instances when he had practically run away from you.
this is sofucking funny, lmao. they have never been in the vicinity of a woman
And consequently, you too naturally babied him and Chan too enjoyed it - the two of you were perfectly content with your dynamic.Â
i would do it too, for lee chan.
Maybe if it was someone else you'd be offended but seeing his childlike face and full cheeks, you were only mildly amused.Â
LMFAO i love how we're dragging soonyoung any chance given.
âI'm more of the âdon't join the crowd, let it follow youâ kinds.â
i see, where you're going with this miss yn
âOkay Mr. Seung-I-am-the-son-of-Hera-and-marriage-is-the-way-of-life-Kwanâ Soonyoung rolled his eyes. âNot every traditional relationship is healthy, and not everything unconventional is toxic.â
"marriage is the way of life kwan"đđ but soonyoung spitting facts here.
âYes, except yours is both unconventional and toxic.â Seungkwan scoffed
lmaoo
Mingyu patted his shoulder, shooting you a wink. âY/n has other plans with me today anyways.âÂ
another fool with no communication skills. im calling my mom if someone says this to me
Looking up, you saw Jihoon staring at you with a small smirk, his expression all knowing.
lmao, i love smug and teasing jihoon
And you wanted to do Cheol.Â
so do all of us.
watching the shirtless man, doing sit ups in the middle of the living room
in the living room? he's just asking to be fucked atp
And there was you who was always desperately wishing for the smallest interaction with him.. What an idiot.Â
... tch, hits home. and choi seungcheol, wth.
You tried not to hyperfixate on the inappropriate labeling of Horang in the off chance that an annoyed Soonyoung threw you back out.
she's way too patient. im just gonna hit his head at this point. poor "horang," being misperceived all the time. #justicefor"horang"
âand you could moan my name, say how good I'm making you feel.âÂ
this guy, *sigh*
âFuck yes Soonyoung, that feels so good-â âYeah, yeah I rememberâŚ..Oh no that was justâŚ. our cow?âŚ..Yes Daisy, she's just having a rough nightâŚ..â
LMAO, my stomach hurts
âLet me clarify. Yes I have used a dildo before-â âOh god.â â- Although my girlfriend isnât the biggest fan of it-â âThis wasnât my question.â â-I do occasionally enjoy it myself.â âI donât think I should be a part of this conversation.â âBut this dildo in particular, has never been used by either of us before.â âThat!â You pointed out. âThatâs all I needed to know.âÂ
im so done with these idiots lmaooo. (and im genuinely intrigued)
âI havenât even gotten to the story behind this.â He giggled. âThis is my fatherâs.â âAaaand Iâm done here.âÂ
đđđ back to zero communication skills lmao
âThis isnât an ordinary dildo Y/n, no. This baby can take on the shape, size, dimensions and every single tiny detailâ He gave a dramatic pause. âOf the person you are imagining while going at it.â
i need the amazon link (asking for a friend ofc)
Lord was Choi Seungcheol thick.
asdfghjkl ????
âNo, no I donât but why do I make you nervous?â Seungcheol smiled softly. âDo you really not know?â You suppressed the grin forming on your own face. Fucking finally. âNo.â You shook your head feigning innocence. âTell me.â âCan I show you?âÂ
AHHHHHHHHHHH, OMG. IT'S HAPPENING, FIN-
âY/n Iâm sorry, I forgot that itâs late and we have training at 4 tomorrow.â He muttered, drawing his hands away. âYou should sleep. I canât excuse your lateness everyday.âÂ
nevermind.
Camp Seventeen: Chapter 1
Pairing - Afab!reader x ot13 (Reader x Seungcheol, Reader x Soonyoung for this Ch)
Word count - 13K
Genre - Greek Demigod AU! Weâve got crack, smut (tags for the chapter are under the cut), fluff , angst, hurt, comfort, all of it in this series, buckle up!
Chapter summary - It's been a week since you stepped foot in Camp Seventeen - as you navigated the days trying to wrap your head around the 13 boys, one's touch and another's voice start to become a bit too bothersome....
A/n - And the series has finally kickstarted! Please read the prologue before this! Big thanks to @okiedokrie and @c-oupsie for helping beta read this, y'all are the sweetest <3
I do have a taglist so comment/DM/send an ask to be added! And if you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to leave feedback in the comments or tags - we've got lots of chapters to go and hearing thoughts really helps <3
Smut warnings - mutual masturbation, fingering, use of a very questionable dildo, is this considered cheating? Idk it's all blur here, jerking off, cum feeding, cum eating and I hope that's all?
âFucking hell.âÂ
You mumbled, waking up the same way you had been for the last one week - startled and nearly jumping off your bed.Â
While most people began their days to the ringing of alarm clocks (or roosters if they preferred the countryside), you regularly woke up to the sound of Seungcheolâs eagle screeching in your ear.Â
Turning your head, you glanced at Zephyr perched on the window before it gave you a short nod of acknowledgement and flew off into the darkness. Yes darkness, because unlike most people, your day also began at 4 fucking am in the morning.Â
Groaning and stretching, you sat up, holding back the large yawn that was threatening to pull you back to sleep. If Zephyr was here to wake you up, that meant you were late yet again and you hated that - you had done too many walks of shame to the training field and were in no mood to be conspicuously stared at by 13 boys as you stumbled over, carrying all your gear.Â
Knowing you didnât have enough time to drop by the washroom, you popped a mint and sprayed some deodorant before quickly grabbing your things and running out into the darkness.Â
The sun was just starting to peek from between the mountains as the House Of Zeus became smaller and smaller behind you. Although you had a long list of concerns living with Seungcheol, an unbeatable advantage was how close his residence was to the training grounds. Still, you could somehow never manage to be punctual. By the time you reached, you were 15 minutes late and Seokmin had already begun the morning drills.Â
âTwo laps around the field newbie.â He muttered as you walked past him, habituated to receiving the same punishment everyday.Â
While you begrudgingly jogged around the perimeter of the grounds, your mind wandered to everything and nothing that happened over the past few days.Â
Life at camp so far had beenâŚ. strange.Â
You would be lying if you said you were already accustomed to life here. You most certainly were not. And forget a week, not even a year could prepare you for what living in the wild was like.Â
To begin with, there was no electricity here. Thatâs right, no lights, no air conditioning, no Internet, nothing.Â
Memberâs began their days at sunrise and ended it as sunset - after all nothing much could be done in the dim illuminance of the fire torches scattered all around the base. So of course for you, who functioned best from 1 to 3am, this archaic way of life was highly inconvenient.Â
The only place that had even a trace of something technologically advanced was the Great Hall - some of the more brainy boys had managed to set up a small circuit for kitchen appliances, laundry machines, a small charging station and that was about it. Rumor was that Wonwoo's residence had its own circuit too, but no one could really confirm that intel - it was as though none of them had ever ventured into the House of Hades.Â
And as though the lack of scientific inventions was not enough, showersâŚ..were communal. Apparently it made more sense that water lines were directed to one common bath house rather than to each individual house. For them it was definitely more convenient to have the baths, jacuzzi and sauna all in one place, but for you that meant waiting everyday after training for the whole lot of them to be done washing up before you could do the same, with some privacy.Â
Oh and speaking of privacy, in the last week you spent here, you had come to realize that in this all-boys-greek-mythology world, it was privacy that was the real myth. Obviously after years of living together the boys were close but sometimes, they were perhaps a tad bit too close - like the time you had walked in on Mingyu and Seokmin boxing in just their underwear or when Soonyoung and Seungkwan sat right next to you, loudly comparing their dick sizes. You usually drew the line at phallic discussions.
The one place on camp that perhaps gave you some alone time and space away from the mess that the boys were, was the library. Considering you had shifted the last year of your University to an online study, you had a shit ton of assignments to complete and that was the only place you were able to get anything done at all. It was like the boys didnât even know the study building existed - no one cared enough to go there so yeah, maybe occasionally, you also allowed yourself to let down your hair, sing in your horribly off pitch voice and dance to beats from your walkman. Outside those four walls it was impossible for you to feel even a little peace and quiet.Â
Surprisingly, not even the temple, which one would think would be a place of sanctity, was spared from the deviant actions of the boys. The altar was less a place of worship and more a place for bargains and exchange deals - it was the only way to connect to the gods, aka, the parents in Olympus.Â
You had come to learn that just like the human world, not all God parents loved their kids the same - some members were regularly showered with gifts and goods, others would not receive so much as a response. You found yourself falling in the second half. Your father never cared for you in the human world and apparently, neither did your mother.Â
Brushing off the thoughts of the woman you had thought was dead for the last 25 years, you wrapped up your punishment and joined the boys for morning exercises, ready to start yet another tiring day.Â
âAll done!âÂ
Joshua gave you a sweet smile as he stepped out of the bath house, rubbing the towel into his wet hair. Thanking him softly, you walked into the showers, stripped out of your clothes and turned on the hot water. The mud that Minghao had you rolling in today as part of combat training washed off as the heat worked to soothe your aching muscles. Lathering shampoo onto your scalp, you finally felt yourself relaxing, letting your favorite citrus smell take over your senses. Outside the bath house, you could hear Seungcheol raising his voice, instructing all the members to head for breakfast, loud footsteps following his words.Â
Choi SeungcheolâŚ.. Living with him so far had been frustrating.Â
When you first stepped into his residence, you told him that youâve always lived alone so it might take you a while to adjust to living with someone and Seungcheol seemed to inwardly decide that giving you space was his life's purpose. After that, whenever you appeared before him, he politely greeted you and walked away. Whenever you stood as much as two feet near him he took a step back, like he didn't want to intrude on your personal space. Whenever you sat in his vicinity, he excused himself stating he'll give you some âme-timeâ.Â
You wish he knew how much you were in fact craving for the exact opposite - You wanted Choi Seungcheol. God you so badly wanted him.Â
It wasn't like you could just make a move on him becauseÂ
1.Hell no you didn't want him or anyone in this camp to realise just how (as Jihoon called it) thirsty you were andÂ
2. Seungcheol wasnât just anybody, he was the leader. Members bowed to him when he walked by, even the companions, specially Patricia who listened to no one, obeyed him - anything and everything on this camp premises held him at the highest regard. You couldn't just walk up to such a man and tell him, âhey, you're hella hot and I'm hella attracted to you, I wish you would ravage me.â????Â
All you could hope was that Seungcheol somehow approached you on his own but that seemed questionable given the clear line he had drawn between the two of you.Â
The one person you wished would actually draw a line was the first one to always cross it - Yoon Jeonghan. You knew he and Seungcheol were the same age and that they were close but you didn't understand just how close they had to be for Athena's son to barge into the leaders residence whenever he wanted? Even at times you were changing your clothes or lying casually on the bed in your night dresses that barely covered anything.Â
The most infuriating part was Jeonghan did not ever apologize - he'd just laugh and walk away and you wanted to do nothing more than throw a shoe at him. For some reason he enjoyed getting on your nerves, he enjoyed making you angry and it wasnât just you - in the last one week, it was evident that Jeonghan was a pain in everyone's ass but somehow they all adored him? You didn't get why they all seemed to love a man who always liked to pull their leg, never leaving any chance to fool them with his wit - you assumed they just preferred to be on his good side so all his harmless fun remained harmless.Â
Even Joshua, who was one of the sweetest people you knew, seemed to have a soft spot for Jeonghan.Â
When you asked him why he said before Jeonghan joined camp, Seungcheol was very uptight and ran the camp like a military barrack - it was the formerâs pranks and carefree attitude that allowed members to be at ease. Though he was talking about Jeonghan, you knew what Joshuaâs words truly reflected were his own good nature. He just seemed like the kind of guy who could do no wrong - like a pure, sweet soul. The days after you first arrived at camp it was Joshua who showed you around, guided you with everything and tried to make you feel at home. No one else really tried to get to know you as a person - they were all more interested about how and why you landed in their camp.Â
It also helped that Joshua was extremely pleasant on the eyes - at times when you didnât want to feel overburdened by thoughts, you loved to sit next to him and watch him work on his little craft for the day or write that new novel of his. Yes he was good looking and yes when he smiled, you felt dazzled, but it was his sweet disposition that made you choose his company over the other members.
On the days he would go off to the city for some work, the next best place you found yourself was on Junâs farm. Not that he was particularly nice to you or anything, Jun wasâŚ. quiet. He seemed to always do his thing, not bothering anyone, only speaking when required. When the evenings rolled around, you liked to take Natalie on a walk to visit the man she had a big fat crush on. Honestly though, who wouldnât have a crush on someone like Jun - though he was the one working in the fields, it was you who was sweating, just watching him.Â
Although you did want to talk to him, try to get to know him a little bit, you chose not to - as someone who enjoyed the peace and quiet, you decided to let at least some member offer you that because guys like Soonyoung sure as hell could not.Â
Soonyoung wasâŚâŚ.. A teenager stuck in a manâs body. Oh yeah he was hot as hell - just the nice build with muscles popping in all the right places. He knew how to dress better than most people on camp too - if you had seen him somewhere else, you would have thought he was one of those cool kids you always saw on campus.Â
But that image of him was destroyed the moment he sat on a Leopard and insisted it was a tiger. Over the last week, that was the predominant discussion between the two of you. That and his incessant flirting. Or rather, attempt to flirt. All he came across was cheesy, kinda humorous and loud. Extremely loud.Â
Wonwoo on the other hand was as silent as the night.Â
Most of the time you didnât even know if and when he was around, it was like he was non-existent. The members too didnât seem to bother much with what he did - you noticed he didnât wash up with the others, often hitting the showers after you were done. He never came for any meals on time, he always stayed back, even after all the members dispersed for the day - he just seemed to function however he liked and no one questioned him. He never questioned you either - Not once did Wonwoo ever attempt to make conversation with you or even meet your eye. It was like he couldnât care less and that wasn't very pleasant for you.Â
Someone who seemed to care a lot though, was Jihoon. Oh Jihoo was quiet too, but somehow he had his eyes on everything. Everything you did, everything you saw, even everything you felt seemed to find its way into Jihoonâs radar - he just knew. It terrified you that he was able to see right through you but the good thing about Jihoon was that he generally kept his mouth shut and wasnât too keen on discussing his observations. Regardless, his presence made you feel extremely conscious and a part of you often tried to not be alone with him, lest he could read your mind or something.Â
As the last of the soap rinsed off you, you turned off the water and grabbed your towel, patting yourself down. Your body was sore and aching all over - Minghao said that was because you were not used to such combat routines and in a few months time you would get used to it but you werenât really sure if you had it in you to tolerate all this for that long.Â
You also still had no idea what exactly these skills were needed for but from the conversations you overheard, it sounded like some sort of competition? That was both unlikely and terrifying cause who really competed with swords and spears anymore but if it was true, then what the actual hell??? Minghao said he didnât want to scare you with the details just yet and would explain everything when the time came. For now, you were to focus on building your core strength and basic self defense, in case the camp is ever attackedâŚ. Yes, cause that is less scary, way to make one feel better.Â
But that was the thing about Minghao - he did not have the habit of sugar coating things. He was honest with his feedback no matter how rude it sounded and though sometimes it did make you feel like shit, he also made sure to push you to do better. You knew if there was anyone you could approach for a real, unbiased opinion, it was him.Â
The same could not be said for Mingyu though - everything that came out of his mouth was saccharine sweet to the point it actually annoyed you. There was no doubt he was a nice guy - he was handsome, goofy, really good with his hands, really really good with his brain but the same didnât extend to his mouth. His style of getting your attention was to ceaselessly seek validation and unfortunately for him, you werenât really someone who was great with words of affirmation. When he was not trying so hard to please though, Mingyu was truly the biggest sweetheart with the fattest, most caring heart you had ever come across - the kind one wanted to wrap in bubble wrap and tuck away safely.Â
Seokmin too fell in the same category - the type who was so precious, it was hard to believe people like him even existed. The only reason you were able to survive these few weeks of training despite coming late was because Seokmin had your back every time Seungcheol wasnât watching - allowing you to take breathers, overlooking the fact that you were doing less sets than you were supposed to, things of that sort. He was always sweet and calm, giving you soft smiles and sweet eye crinkles.Â
With his members though, Seokmin was a whole different person - he was unnaturally loud, extremely energetic and all over the place. The problem was, you didnât know which of the two was the real him. You werenât really sure why but something told you Seokmin wasnât the man he seemed like and a strange curiosity coursed through you every time you interacted with him.Â
Seungkwan on the other hand was the exact opposite, he was exactly what he seemed like - always annoyed, unabashedly honest and unnecessarily snarky. In a way, you understood him - Seungkwan had the habit of taking on many things at once and keeping him unbelievably busy. In university, you too were like this - you took extra modules, signed up for multiple clubs, worked an internship alongside a couple of part time jobs and more. You liked to be occupied, to not allow yourself the room to think about what your life could have been otherwise. Maybe thatâs why you saw yourself in Mr. Busy Boo - always roaming around with that bluetooth in his ear, attending some meeting or the other, frequently heading to the city to get work done - ârestâ was just not a word in his dictionary.
But even amidst all this business and even though his automated response was to snap back at people, he still managed to bond really well with the members despite having joined the camp only a few months before you had. It was like they all needed him to be their constant reality check.Â
The one who you thought required his presence more than anyone was Hansol. A man like him whose entire personality was avoidant needed someone like Seungkwan who would drag him into everything forcibly. Hansol wasnât like Wonwoo, who was unbothered, couldnât care less and pretended like you didnât exist. Hansol was well aware of your presence and chose to actively avoid you every time - if you remembered right, there were even instances when he had practically run away from you. Something was just weird about that guy.Â
Perhaps the most normal of them all was Chan - actually he was just as loud and consistently blabbering much like some of the others but something about him made you feel very fond of him. Sure he was the same age as you but he felt like a child, always babied by his members, always grinning like a cheshire cat. And consequently, you too naturally babied him and Chan too enjoyed it - the two of you were perfectly content with your dynamic.Â
If only you got that same feeling with everyone elseâŚâŚ
As you grabbed your things and stepped out of the bath house fully dressed, Wonwoo was standing outside with a towel slung on his shoulder, scrolling through his phone. Without so much as looking at you, he walked past you, into the shower room, loudly shutting the door behind him.Â
âCan you ever be on time?â Jeonghan sighed, handing you a plate of pancakes as you looked around realizing everyone was nearly done with breakfast. âItâs not my job to wait your table every morning.âÂ
âUntil you lot arrange for me to have my own shower,â You grabbed an apple, taking a bite into it as you sat at the extra long dining table. âIâm afraid this is exactly how late I will be everyday.âÂ
âYou know what they say sweetie,â Soonyoung whisked the apple from your hand, taking a bite of his own. âIf you canât beat the crowd, join the crowd.â
You looked at him exasperatedly, knowing that he was just talking out of his ass. Maybe if it was someone else you'd be offended but seeing his childlike face and full cheeks, you were only mildly amused.Â
âI'm more of the âdon't join the crowd, let it follow youâ kinds.â
âOh I'd follow you anywhere Y/n.â He sighed dreamily as you laughed, taking a bite out of your pancakes that were still too hot.Â
âHow about you start following your own girlfriend instead Kwon?â Minghao walked around the kitchen island shooting Soonyoung an unimpressed look. âRumour is that she was seen outside the Dreamboys Disco and we all know exactly what one goes there for.â
âShe's not my girlfriend anymore.â Soonyoung muttered. âWe broke up.â
âWeren't you just planning an anniversary trip two days ago?â Seokmin looked at him quizzically.Â
âYeah then we argued over a location and she said it was better we broke up for a while.âÂ
âThis is what, your third breakup this month?â
âFifth.â He whispered sadly in a way that made you want to pat his back. âSixth actually, if you count the one that lasted for 3 hours.âÂ
âI'll never understand these on again off again kind of relationships.â Seungkwan clicked his tongue, hurriedly grabbing a banana, balancing all the files in his hand. âThe only thing it screams to me is disrespect.âÂ
âOkay Mr. Seung-I-am-the-son-of-Hera-and-marriage-is-the-way-of-life-Kwanâ Soonyoung rolled his eyes. âNot every traditional relationship is healthy, and not everything unconventional is toxic.â
âYes, except yours is both unconventional and toxic.â Seungkwan scoffed, raising his hand before Soonyoung retaliated. âI canât care enough right now, tiger boy, Iâm already late. We can reschedule your relationship counseling session sometime later.âÂ
âHow about never?â Soonyoung grumbled as Seungkwan rushed off, attending a call on his bluetooth. âWhoâs idea was it for him to join the camp again?âÂ
âMine.â Seungcheol slid onto the seat across you, raising an eyebrow. âIs there a problem?âÂ
âNope.â Soonyoung shook his head fast. âAbsolutely not.â
Smirking just a little, Seungcheol turned to you, sliding a couple pieces of chicken breast off his plate onto yours. âYou need to eat more Y/n, that little wonât last you through the day.âÂ
âSame goes for you..â Jeonghan mumbled, placing a bottle of protein shake near Seungcheol who gave him a grateful smile. From the corner of your eye, you saw Jun increase the portion of chicken to buy on the huge shopping list scribbled on the white board.
If there was anything you absolutely loved about this camp, it was the brotherhood. No matter what each member was like individually, as a team, they loved and cared about each other immensely. You werenât really sure if and when they could extend the same for you but having lived alone nearly all your life, a part of you craved to be one of them, to be cared for like that.Â
âI wonât be able to make it for the meeting tonight.â Wonwoo, as usual, strolled in much later than you and no one, as usual, had any complaints with that. In fact rather uncharacteristically nicely, Jeonghan handed him breakfast, shooting him a worried look.
âWhy, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âI need to drop by the headquarters today.â He sighed, sitting a couple of seats away from you. âThereâs an important official coming and apparently my presence is needed.âÂ
âWill you be back by nightfall?â Seungcheol asked, looking concerned. You knew why he was worried - if Wonwoo wasnât there on camp grounds at night that meant all the members had to take their places on the perimeter to guard overnight. Sleep was not an option that night.Â
âYeah,â Wonwoo replied, not looking up. âI will just have to miss out on the meeting for the lawsuit.âÂ
Right that meeting. The one you, Jeonghan and Wonwoo, had been trying to have for days now to sort out the biggest mess of your life.Â
âShouldnât be a problem, Nonu.â Mingyu patted his shoulder, shooting you a wink. âY/n has other plans with me today anyways.âÂ
You frowned confused as Mingyu clarified. âYou were going to finalise your house plan so I could start construction, remember?âÂ
Oh yeah, you had that too.Â
âAwesome, then I can go to the city today.â Jeonghan clapped cheerily, taking his apron off.Â
âYou donât work today thoughâŚ..â Jun muttered, looking at the shortage in the lunch boxes he had packed.Â
âDonât worry about food, I got some friends to meet over lunch.â The older man shot him a two-fingered salute before jogging out of the dining hall, earning Seungcheolâs tired sigh.Â
âI can never keep up with him-âÂ
âCab leaves in five!â Chan shouted, poking his head through the window.Â
The members around immediately stuffed the last of their breakfast, grabbing their things hurriedly, rushing out to get the front seat in Chanâs car. Afterall, the ones behind had to squeeze to fit themselves in and the one hour bumpy ride to the city was not fun. From their collective groans though you could tell Jeonghan had called shotgun - the asshole was lucky as usual.Â
Seungcheol downed the last of his breakfast with a fond laugh before turning to you.Â
âHave a nice day Y/n, Iâll see you later.âÂ
You tried not to smile back at him too widely as your eyes followed him leaving the premises. When you turned back to your meal, you could feel a set of eyes keenly looking at you. Looking up, you saw Jihoon staring at you with a small smirk, his expression all knowing. Gulping, you excused yourself from there.Â
You stared at the blueprint before you, humming skeptically.Â
âAre you still not happy with the design?â Mingyu sighed, crossing his arms.Â
âI donât know.â You drawled. âSomething about it feelsâŚ.off.âÂ
âSomething about your own design that you made for your own house feels off?âÂ
âGyu.â Joshua chastised, standing up from the couch and walking over to you. âArtists second guess their work all the time, have some patience.âÂ
âI am patient.â The bigger man pointed. âBut sheâs unbelievably indecisive.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry.â You looked up at Mingyu guiltily. âItâs just, Iâm wondering if having a bathroom in my residence is a good idea or if I should just have another small one built by the bath house? I mean think about it - my residence is so far from the training grounds and the dining hall, if I had to walk all this distance everyday, Iâm only going to be more late-âÂ
âI get it.â Mingyu patted your back. âI get your concerns but the sooner we finalize this, the sooner I can get to building it and the sooner you can get out of Seungcheolâs house and into your own space.âÂ
Ahhh.Â
Right.Â
A part of you was thankful that Jihoon wasnât a part of this discussion otherwise he wouldâve seen right through your subtle attempts to delay this process. You didnât want to be an inconvenience on purpose butâŚ.. You were just a girl and you wanted to get to know Cheol a little better. It didnât help that he was barely ever at home, leaving at the crack of dawn for training and only returning very late at night, after he finished attending night school doing that stupid astronomy degree of his. The only time you ever got with him was on Sunday because members did not train on Sundays - everyone was free to do whatever they wanted. And you wanted to do Cheol.Â
So far you only had the chance to spend one weekend alone with him and maybe just maybe if you pushed your house construction a little youâd have the chance for another weekend or two. Then perhaps, youâd be able to take this unresolved, unnecessary tension with him somewhere.Â
âHow about you take a few days and work on your plan again Y/n?â Joshua rolled up the large paper carefully, handing it to you. âWhenever youâre ready let me and Mingyu know - weâll try and figure out the materials, budget, feasibility and all that.âÂ
âItâs times like this I miss Jeonghanâs brain.â Mingyu clicked his tongue, disappointed. âWhere did he say he was off to again?âÂ
âWhen does he ever tell us?â Joshua mumbled. âHe should be back by nightfall though. Jun said he needed help with the fertilizer composition and Han told him he would help.âÂ
âWow, heâs capable of being useful.â You rolled your eyes, stashing the blueprint into your bag. Mingyu and Joshua laughed, amused.
âJeonghan is always useful..âÂ
âWe still havenât managed to figure out a thing about my lawsuit and my hearing is in a few weeks-âÂ
âHan and Wonwoo will sort it out Y/n, donât worry.â Joshua rubbed your arm comfortingly. âTheyâre the best one can ask for.âÂ
âYeah except I canât seem to ask Jeonghan for anything cause heâs a little bitch or ask Wonwoo anything because for that he would need to realise that I exist and I donât think he does.âÂ
âWonwoo hyung isâŚ.â Mingyu trailed off. âHeâs a little hard to understand. Just give him some time. Once you figure him out, youâll know why heâs like this.â
Exasperated, you shook your head and walked away. Time was the one thing you never seemed to have.Â
Like always, as the sun began setting you glanced out of the window of the library catching sight of the varied hues in the sky. On the camp ground you could see Mingyu riding his big mechanical bull, lighting up the fire torches around for the night. Pulling out the lighter from your bag, you stared at the candles stacked in the middle of the table.Â
Sighing you cast the lighter aside and snapped your fingers, watching the flames come to life in your hand, dancing across your palm. Stretching your fingers, and moving your hand around, you watched the orange yellow light just glide across your skin like it was a pretty accessory and not literal fire that should have obliterated your hand by now.Â
Fire never did burn you - how could it when a mere thought could make it come alive in your hands. You first discovered this when you were 16 and accidentally dunking your hand in a pot full of boiling water did not leave so much as a scar. Even though you were unscathed you roamed around for a few days with a fully bandaged hand - the world would have thought you were some sort of freak otherwise. Over the years you tried to play with fire in many ways, just to test your limits, just to see how far you could go and each time, much to your own dismay, the limit didnât exist. Each time proved just how much you didnât fit in the world, just how much you deserved to be alone because you really were a freak.Â
But that was until a few weeks ago.Â
Until you discovered it wasnât the inability to burn that was the true madness - it was your ability to create fire itself.Â
From there things spiraled. You learnt you werenât the anomaly but a part of a rather large group of such circus acts - a world completely hidden from your own. In a cascade of events you were thrown into camp seventeen out of no will of your own and now, this was your life, this was your world.Â
Holding your flaming hand over your redrawn sketches you glanced at them. Thanks to the two boys yet again canceling the meeting with you, you found yourself working in the library earlier than usual, exhausted by the time the sun set. As you debated between working a little more or heading back, the door opening with a slow creak made the decision for you - if it was windy outside, it was most likely going to rain and you didnât want to stay long enough to get drenched. Quickly dousing the flame and blowing out the candles, you grabbed all your things and saw your way out.Â
In the darkness, the camp was quiet as usual. You figured most of the members mustâve retired to their residences for the night and when you reached the House of Zeus, surprisingly, so had Seungcheol.Â
âY-youâre home.â You stuttered, watching the shirtless man, doing sit ups in the middle of the living room in the dim golden light of the paraffin lamps.Â
Evidently Seungcheol hadnât expected your presence so soon either because at the sound of your voice, he got up with a jerk, pulling a muscle in his abdomen.Â
âCheol oh my god-âÂ
âYouâre early.â He got up wincing, holding the side of his trunk. âIâm sorry I should have been doing this in my room-âÂ
âI mean, the whole house is yours-âÂ
âThereâs a heavy rain forecast today, not really much astronomy I can do-âÂ
âYeah I came back because of the rain too-âÂ
âYeah me tooâŚ.â Seungcheol trailed off realising how silly he sounded.Â
Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he attempted to put it on, groaning miserably at the pain shooting up his abdomen. Watching him struggle, you quickly dropped your things and tried to reach for him to help out, but just as your finger barely grazed over his skin, he stumbled back like he was electrocuted, pushing your hand away.Â
âDonât touch me.âÂ
âCheolâŚ. â You frowned, confused. âI was just trying to help-âÂ
 âSeungcheol.â He corrected. âAnd I donât need your help Y/n. Please justâŚ. stay away from me.âÂ
You blinked at a complete loss of words at his unwarranted behaviour. Unsure about how you felt, you grabbed your bag from the floor, turned on your heel and walked out silently, the same way you came in.Â
As usual, bad luck had followed you on your way out.Â
Not only was your life miserable, the weather too decided to be a pain in your ass and it started drizzling the moment you stepped out of Seungcheolâs house.Â
Even though the water was cold and you were shivering, you took off in the rain. You needed to get as far away from here as you could.Â
You were such a fool. You should have known that Seungcheol wasnât being nice or giving you your space, on the contrary he was keeping his distance, putting you at an armâs length. It was evident today - not only was he uninterested, but somehow it seemed like your very presence was disturbing him in some way.Â
And there was you who was always desperately wishing for the smallest interaction with him.. What an idiot.Â
Hugging yourself, you walked further down the cobbled path. Tomorrow you were going to finalise your house plan with Mingyu and get out of Cheolâs house as soon as possible. But as much as you wanted to avoid him and pull yourself away, a part of you was still aching at the loss of something that you believed had a lot of potential. Why did it have to be him of all people? Why couldnât it have been someone like Mingyu - he was hot as hell and unlike his leader, he actively showed interest in you all the time.Â
As you raised your head, Mingyuâs house loomed before you and your feet, as if they had a brain of their own, took you towards his mini mansion of a residence. That was until you saw Jihoon stepping out of the same place and instinctively took a swift u-turn.Â
The last person who could see you right now was Jihoon - that man would read you like an open book and know exactly how fucking embarrased you were. Hoping to god he didnât spot you, you quickly ran, entering the nearest gate for temporary refuge, till you got out of his sight.Â
But in hindsight, perhaps falling in Jihoonâs line of vision was better than the situation you had landed yourself inâŚ.. You werenât really sure whoâs house you had trespassed until the low growling expressed just how much his companion disliked it.Â
Horang.Â
Realising you had quite literally thrown yourself into the den of a wild cat, you froze, praying that it didnât notice you and you could slip out as easily as you slipped in. But before you could do anything, a hand grabbed you quickly, leading you into the neighbouring cottage, shutting the door behind you.Â
âAre you insane?â Soonyoung looked at you confused, shaking the water off his hair. âWhy would you enter Horangâs enclosure unless you wanted to be ripped apart.âÂ
âI didnât knowâŚ.â You rubbed your arms, generating heat. âI was justâŚ.trying to escape the rain.âÂ
âYou should have knocked on my door then..â He muttered, disappearing for a split second, returning with a towel in his hand. âHorang isnât used to you yet so please donât venture near my tiger in my absence - he only listens to me.âÂ
You tried not to hyperfixate on the inappropriate labeling of Horang in the off chance that an annoyed Soonyoung threw you back out. Instead, you accepted his towel, patting yourself dry, still shivering a little. With his hands on your shoulder, Soonyoung led you to the fireplace, guiding you to sit on the couch across. As you did, you glanced around his residence.
This was the first time you were in Soonyoungâs place and in all honesty, it looked much like that designated room in college dorms where all the parties happened - he had party lights everywhere, streamers hanging from the ceiling and techno music softly playing over the speakers.Â
When you turned back to him, Soonyoung held out a christmas mug, with a grin. âMulled wine.â
âI canât.â You shook your head although in the headspace you were in, you could really use some alcohol. âI wonât be able to wake up on time tomorrow.âÂ
âItâs not like youâll be on time even if you were sober.â He chuckled, immediately regretting his words as you narrowed your eyes at him. âYouâre in the House of Dionysus. This is literally the only hot drink I have to offer.âÂ
Sighing you took it from him, desperate to have something warm coursing through your body after all that coldness you experienced earlier.Â
âSo, why are you out and about in the rain?â Soonyoung sank into the couch beside you, sipping a drink of his own.Â
âIâŚ.just needed to be away from that house for a while.â You mumbled, taking a sip.Â
âWhy? Has Seungcheol gotten overbearing already?âÂ
âItâs not himâŚ.âÂ
âItâs always him.â Soonyoung sighed. âBut itâs not his fault. He just has a lot of pressure on him to be perfect as a leader, you know? That sort of thing gets to you.âÂ
âI know. Itâs justâŚ.. â You sighed, not knowing how to explain things to him. âForget it, I donât want to talk about it.âÂ
âNo, tell me.â He whined making you turn to him, finally noticing he was fully dressed from head to toe like he was about to march right into a party.Â
âAre you going somewhere?âÂ
âWork?â Soonyoung stated like it was obvious. âDonât tell me you forgot what I do.âÂ
You looked at him sheepishly. âIâve been here for just a week Kwon and thereâs thirteen of you so Iâm sorry if itâs taking me some time.âÂ
âForgiven.â He nodded amused. âI own the Midnight club in the city centre.âÂ
âRight, that big Demigod rave place.âÂ
âNo, the Midnight club is for humans. Thereâs another club hidden behind it, After Hours - Thatâs for Demigods exclusively.âÂ
You let out an oh of realization as Soonyoung continued.Â
âBusiness usually runs fine on its own but I try to drop by from time to time to just remind everyone who the boss is.âÂ
âI heard thereâs a life size portrait of you behind the DJ booth to do the same.âÂ
âObituaries are portraits too.â He rolled his eyes. âI need to let them know I am alive, kicking and always in charge.âÂ
You shook your head laughing. âWell then arenât you getting late? You should probably leave by now-âÂ
âI donât think Iâm going.â He mumbled, downing his drink in one shot, red slowly creeping on his face. âNot in the mood.âÂ
Glancing at him silently, you just blinked at him. You knew guys like Soonyoung could not keep a thing in them - he would share whatever was bothering him without you even asking in three, two, on-
âThe intel is that my ex is going to be there tonight.âÂ
âAhh.â You crossed your feet on his couch, settling in. âAnd you donât want to see her?âÂ
âI donât want to see her with other men.â He gripped his mug tight. âWith the news out that sheâs single, guys will be falling all over her and I know sheâs going to play along just to make me jealous.âÂ
âWell two can play that game right? You can do the same?âÂ
âWhat makes you think there are girls fawning all over me?âÂ
âDo you just want to hear me say youâre hot and that you could pull if you wanted to?â You cocked your head at him. âCause I can. I have a little wine in me so I can use it as an excuse.âÂ
Soonyoung laughed, throwing his head back. âNo I know Iâm hot, but do you know who she is?âÂ
You shook your head, drinking up more.Â
âAphroditeâs daughter, the femme fatales of the demigod world - boys want her and girls donât want to mess with her. No one is going to so much as look at her ex, forget trying to hit on me.âÂ
âHuh.â You pondered, the cogwheels in your brain turning. âWell technically, no one in the human world knows her so Iâm sure one of them will-âÂ
âThereâs no point of that. She knows I wonât go for a human.âÂ
âWhy is that?âÂ
Soonyoung stared back at you a little hard before a small smirk formed on his face. âY/n, are you a virgin?âÂ
You blinked, breaking out into a laugh. âI sure am drunk cause I seem to have missed why this intrusive question is relevant now?âÂ
Taking your empty mug from you, Soonyoung filled it up again from the pot. âWhat I mean is, demigods donât sleep with humans sweetie.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âBecause weâre half gods, do you think humans can really satisfy us?â Soonyoung raised his eyebrows. âMortals canât keep up with our sex drive.âÂ
As you looked confused, the smirk returned back to Soonyoungâ face. âWhich is why I asked. If you havenât realised that a mortal man canât pleasure you, then either youâve never had sexâŚâŚ. or youâve never had an orgasm.âÂ
âI donât have to answer that.âÂ
âCome on, humor me.âÂ
âMaybe Iâm starting to get why your girlfriend dumped your annoying ass.âÂ
Soonyoung pouted, feigning hurt as you rolled your eyes.Â
âSo now if you want to get her back, you wonât be hit on by another demigod and you canât be hit on by a human which means your only chance of making her jealous is withâŚâŚâ You looked at him intently. âKwon Soonyoung, why are your eyes glimmering with mischief?âÂ
âYou.â He took the cup from your hands and set it on the table, much to your dismay. âYouâre the only one who she doesnât know about and the only one who doesnât know herâŚ..âÂ
âSo?âÂ
âOh youâd be the perfect bait.â Soonyoung clapped his hands. âOne look at you next to me and sheâs going to be quaking in her boots.âÂ
âIf you think Iâm about to stroll into a nightclub and pretend to hit on you to make your ex girlfriend jealous youâre sorely mistaken.âÂ
âWhy?â He whined. âWhy canât you do me a small favour. I saved you from Horong-âÂ
âNumber one. If you didnât pull me into your house, I would have ran out of the gate and been safe anyways-âÂ
âSure.âÂ
âNumber two, I donât know what the hell is in this wine. Normally it takes a whole bottle to knock me down but two glasses in and Iâm already buzzed-âÂ
âItâs a special blend.âÂ
âAnd number three, unfortunately for you, women are really observative creatures. One look at me next to you and sheâs going to know thereâs absolutely nothing going on between us.âÂ
Soonyoung opened and closed his mouth like he was thinking about what to say. âIt wonât work out Kwon.âÂ
âThis always happens.â He sighed. âShe breaks it off with me for any small thing, goes on to have her fun, pushes me till I have to beg for her forgiveness and then she accepts it whenever she feels like. Everything is always whenever she feels like it. We havenât even had sex in like two years-âÂ
âOkay.â You cut him off before he went into details you didnât need to know. âIf youâre so aware of what sheâs doing, why do you always give in to her? Do you really like her or⌠is she just a habit?âÂ
âI donât know.â Soonyoung stared at the floor, lost in thought. âI just know that weâve been together since we were 18. And I canât throw that away.âÂ
âI never knew you were such a romantic Kwon.âÂ
He laughed, sinking further into the couch.Â
âYou really want her back huh?âÂ
âI do.âÂ
âAnd this time do you want her to make the effort?âÂ
âA man can hope.âÂ
âWell then.â You turned to him. âPoint number three was relevant only if she saw meâŚdo you have your phone?âÂ
Soonyoung nodded, patting his many pockets and finally finding it, holding it out.Â
âYou're going to call and tell her you're hitting on me?â
âNoâŚ. If you give her a missed call will she call back?â
âNot immediately.â He sighed. âShe'll take her time to pretend like she didn't see and then get back to me-âÂ
âDo it.â He continued to look at you confused. âCall her and cut the call.âÂ
He followed through but the frown didn't leave him the whole time. âY/n what exactly are you doing?âÂ
âThis may be a bit diabolical but it should do the trick.â You took a deep breath glancing at Soonyoung. âWhen she calls you back, she's going to hear us having sex.â
âW-what?âÂ
âBefore you get any ideas, I'm not going to have sex with you Soonyoung, we're just going to make her think that we are.â
âHow exactly will we do that?â
âWe'll fake it.â You shrugged. âMake a couple of wet skin smacking sounds-âÂ
âand you could moan my name, say how good I'm making you feel.âÂ
âDidnât you get onboard this real fast.â You narrowed your eyes at him. âI'm going to make it really clear once again that this is for her not-âÂ
Ring!Â
At the sound of the ringtone both of you glanced at his phone and in a split second, Soonyoung picked up the call, holding it against his ear. Thankful that you got the opportunity to execute your idea so soon and determined to put up the show you promised, you immediately got to it, clearing your throat.
âFuck yes Soonyoung, that feels so good-âÂ
With widened eyes and a swift movement, Soonyoung shut your mouth with his hand, shaking his head.Â
âYeah, yeah I rememberâŚ..Oh no that was justâŚ. our cow?âŚ..Yes Daisy, she's just having a rough nightâŚ.. Anyways thanks for the reminder Hyungwon.â
You stared at him mortified, all the wine threatening to exit your system.Â
âYeah sure, see you tomorrow bro.â
Soonyoung brought down both the phone and his hand at the same time.Â
âOh god Iâm so sorry, I thought it was-âÂ
âThatâs your idea of having sex??â He looked at you shocked. âThank god it wasnât Mina because there was no way in hell she would have believed that?âÂ
âHey, I had no preparation time, you try faking it off the bat.â You mumbled. âBesides, it wasnât so bad.âÂ
âWasnât so bad?â Soonyoung looked scandalised. âDo you even know what you sounded like? Fuck yes Soonyoung, that feels good-âÂ
You leaned back inching away from him.Â
âWhat theâŚ..what was that?âÂ
âThat's what you said.âÂ
âI know butâ You frowned unsure if you heard right or if you were starting to get too drunk. âYou sounded exactly like me. Like your voice, itâŚ.it was mine.âÂ
âOh.â Soonyoung scratched the back of his head. âYeah well um being the son of the God of Theater comes with its own skill set. Imitation helps confuse opponents during war - it has actually saved us in quests many times.â
âYou can imitate anyone?â
Soonyoung nodded.
âAny sound they make?â
He nodded again as you let out a low whistle.Â
âWell that's brilliant, then you don't even need me. You can make your girlfriend jealous by simply impersonating me.âÂ
âThe keyword is imitate. I can only repeat sounds I hear, I can't just make them up.â He shifted in his seat. âSo if I should impersonate you, I need to hear what you actually sound like during sex.âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âDon't push your luck Kwon.â
âI'm kidding.â He laughed leaning back into the couch, his eyes fluttering shut. âBut you really have to work on the faking.âÂ
âYeah I've been told.â You muttered as Soonyoung sat up again.
âAha, so you have never had an orgasm!âÂ
âBecause of a man, no I've not.â You confessed. âBut bold of you to assume that I'm not perfectly capable of my own.â
Soonyoung looked confused.Â
âEver heard of masturbation, genius?âÂ
Soonyoung's mouth formed an O of realisation. âWell I've been in a relationship for almost 10 years so I've never had to take care of myself.â
âDon't rub it on my face Kwon.â You scoffed but regretted immediately knowing some dirty joke was going to come out of the man. So shutting his mouth with your hand, you held a finger to your lips. âNot a word. You're going to shut up till your girlfriend calls back.â
âThat could be a very very long time.â He mumbled against your hand making you press it harder against his mouth with a shush.Â
5 minutes later you were on your fourth mug of wine and Mina still hadn't called.Â
10 minutes later, you were nearly falling asleep and Soonyoung was already snoring away beside you.Â
15 minutes later the sound of the rain began to get softer outside.Â
And 20 minutes later was when you finally lost your patience, shaking Soonyoung awake.Â
âItâs getting late, I should goâŚ.âÂ
Soonyoung looked up at you sleepily as you got off the couch, standing up.Â
âYou should.âŚ.. Iâm sorry, I shouldn't have roped you into thisâ He glanced at the blank screen on his phone. âClearly Mina is either too busy having fun on her own or she doesnât care.âÂ
You smiled at him sadly, as he pulled his feet up, snuggling into the couch.Â
âI'm so sorry.â You whispered. âGoodnight Kwon.âÂ
âGoodnight sweetie.â
Setting the mug down, you grabbed your bag and opened his front door, relieved that the rain seemed to have stopped. But something was also stopping you from stepping out.Â
Giving it a thought and sighing, you turned around, looking at the half asleep man again.Â
âYou said you could imitate me right?âÂ
Soonyoung's eyes slowly fluttered open. Â
âSo if you listen to how I actually sound, if and when she calls back, you can execute the plan on your own right?â
Soonyoung looked at you in a mix of confusion, drunkenness and sleepiness.
âAre you saying thatâŚâ
âNo, I'm not going to sleep with you Kwon Soonyoung.â
âBut you're horrible at faking.âÂ
âYet again I'm going to remind you about masturbation.âÂ
You sighed, looking at his eternally lost expression. Grabbing his hand, you pulled him off the couch, leading him to his room.Â
Soonyoung's room was just how you expected it to be - a mess. There were things scattered everywhere, all kinds of band posters up on the wall, snack wrappers all over the floor.Â
He quickly kicked the trash under his bed and looked at you pleadingly. âYou cannot tell Mingyu how messy my room is. And you most definitely cannot tell Seungcheol I'm snacking - he does not understand post break up slump.â
You gritted your teeth annoyed to be reminded of him again. Of course he didn't understand anything remotely related to feelings.
âDon't worry, no one's gonna know anything because you too are going to keep your mouth shut about whatever happens tonight.âÂ
âI still don't know what's happening tonight.â He mumbled as you walked around his room, glancing at everything.Â
âI'm going to get myself off and you're going to listen and take notes.â Soonyoung's eyes finally widened in realisation.âDo you have a towel?âÂ
He nodded, quickly going through the stack of clothes piled on the chair across his bed and pulled out a long white one. Taking it from him you laid it down on his bed, the two of you staring at it mindlessly.Â
âCould you also close the curtains?â You fidgeted with your fingers, putting your bag down at the foot of his bed as Soonyoung nodded. âAlso dim the lights please.â
Following through your requests he tried not to look at you as you stripped out of your jacket and threw it on the bed. But when you unclasped your bra and pulled it out from under your shirt, Soonyoung was quite literally gawking.Â
âIâm hot.â You mumbled as he walked back, standing much closer to you than he was before.Â
âYeah you areâŚ. I mean,â He cleared his throat when you raised an eyebrow at him. âYeah it's a little hot in here.âÂ
Both of you tried to ignore the sound of cold raining softly falling against the window.Â
âOn second thoughts,â You took a step back. âI donât know if I can do this.âÂ
âW-why not?âÂ
âIf you havenât noticed I am buzzed as hell and Iâm not sure I can doâŚ. a great job on myself right now.âÂ
Lips slowly curling into a smile, Soonyoung cocked his head. âI can help.âÂ
âYes and I can finally use all that combat training and kick your ass. Soonyoung I am not sleeping with-âÂ
âWhat? No, no I meanâŚ.. just wait here.âÂ
Your eyes followed him as he jogged out of his room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You must be crazy to suggest this. Sure there was alcohol in your system and sure you were trying to get your mind off Seungcheol, avoiding going back to his house but thisâŚ..
âHere you go.âÂ
Soonyoung strolled back in with what you could only describe as a wooden looking, very phallic instrument.Â
âThatâsâŚâÂ
He nodded. âA dildo.âÂ
âI have so many questions.âÂ
âLet me clarify. Yes I have used a dildo before-âÂ
âOh god.âÂ
â- Although my girlfriend isnât the biggest fan of it-âÂ
âThis wasnât my question.âÂ
â-I do occasionally enjoy it myself.âÂ
âI donât think I should be a part of this conversation.âÂ
âBut this dildo in particular, has never been used by either of us before.âÂ
âThat!â You pointed out. âThatâs all I needed to know.âÂ
Soonyoung held it out to you, looking at you expectantly. You gulped.Â
âYou know, I donât think I can do this. Iâm actually more of a vibrator girl myself.âÂ
âNow whoâs indulging in the TMI?âÂ
You rolled your eyes. âMy point is, I donât need this, I can just do it myself-âÂ
âI havenât even gotten to the story behind this.â He giggled. âThis is my fatherâs.âÂ
âAaaand Iâm done here.âÂ
âNo what I mean is-â He shuffled closer to you like he was revealing a big secret. âMy father may be the god of wine and ecstasy and madness and theatre and so many things but he is alsoâŚ. the creator of the dildo.â You stared at him vacantly. What?? âI donât think you wanna know the story behind it, itâs disturbing as fuck-âÂ
âMore disturbing than everything so far?âÂ
â-but basically, a few years back, my father was temporarily exiled from Olympus and while he was in the human world, he had, what he calls, a magnificent business ideaâŚ.sex toys. Dildoâs in particular. Thatâs when he made this.â He held it up and you wished he did it a little less proudly. âThis isnât an ordinary dildo Y/n, no. This baby can take on the shape, size, dimensions and every single tiny detailâ He gave a dramatic pause. âOf the person you are imagining while going at it.â
âW-what?â You blinked at him stumped. âYou mean to say itâŚ. morphs into a replica of someoneâs actual dick?âÂ
Soonyoung nodded fast. âThis piece is a prototype that Dionysus made but when he brought the idea to Zeus it was shut down immediately because Gods arenât supposed to interfere with human business and all that hoo ha, so he left it with me before he returned home.â With a small smile dancing on his lips, he held it out to you. âSo if you want, it's all yours.âÂ
You stared at it.Â
A magic dildo that could take the shape of any dick you wanted?Â
You would have to be insane to say no to that.Â
Pretending to hesitate just so you didnât come across completely deranged, you slowly took the toy off Soonyoungâs hand, feeling the weight of it in your own. As you tried to picture how exactly this night might go, Soonyoung took a few steps back, grabbed a fistful of the material behind his neck and pulled his shirt over his head.Â
âWhat?â He smirked as your eyes ran down his chiseled body, mouth moving but no words leaving it. âDidnât you say it was hot?âÂ
As Soonyoung moved all the clothes stacked on the chair to the floor and sat down, you watched as the minor oversights in your plan came into play. If he had to take notes, Â then Kwon Soonyoung was going to watch you.Â
Tongue in the cheek, you glanced around the room, thanking all the gods in Olympus when you spotted a lacy blindfold hanging on the headboard. Without questioning its existence in his room, you quickly grabbed it and threw it at him.
âThe deal was for audio Kwon, no visuals.âÂ
In complete contrast to his hot as fuck appearance he pouted like a child as you shook your head and looked at the blindfold pointedly. Sighing, he reached for it and put it over his eyes, tying it behind his hand. Not trusting him entirely, you walked up to him, slotting yourself between his legs and pulled the knot. Soonyoungâs hands gripped your thighs in both surprise and pain.Â
âSorry.â He mumbled, fingers softly grazing your legs as he pulled his hands away. âI promise, I canât see a thing.âÂ
You nodded, then realised he said he couldnât see and cleared your throat. âYeah, okay.âÂ
âOkay.â He breathed, leaning back, waiting expectantly.Â
Taking a few seconds, you let out a deep determined breath, preparing yourself for what was coming. As you unbuttoned your jeans, shimmying both your shorts and underwear down your legs, your eyes finally took a good look at the man of the hour, Kwon Soonyoung. Yeah he was one of the members who often trained shirtless which meant you had seen this display many times before but this was perhaps the first time you were actually paying attention to it. Before this, you hadnât quite realised just how beautifully tanned and toned he was or how much that undercut suited him or how hot he looked biting his lower lip.Â
Kicking your garments away, you pried your eyes, reminding yourself that this man was taken. Or at least would be taken again pretty soon. You shouldnât do this. You shouldnât be looking at him, you shouldnât be thinking about him and he sure as fuck cannot be the inspiration for your new magic sex toy.Â
That unfortunately meant that there was only one other person in your mind who could be the muse - Choi Seungcheol. Despite his dismissal earlier and despite being someone who held herself as a very high level of self respect, it was evident that your body shamelessly still craved him - he was the only one running in your mind. Trying to block him out, you arranged the pillows on Soonyoungâs bed against the headboard, adjusted the towel and slowly climbed on. In all the time that you took leaning against it, spreading your legs and settling in, Soonyoung remained incredibly quiet. Patient.Â
Although he couldnât see you, watching him felt weird, given the man and the dick on your mind were not him. Sighing, you glanced at the object you were gripping - it had already taken shape of what you desired and the sight of it made you gulp.Â
Lord was Choi Seungcheol thick.
Given his beefy exterior and broad build you had always assumed he was packed between his legs but this was nowhere near what you were imagining, not even close. Earlier, you were worried how you would get yourself off when you werenât even wet enough but now you were practically dripping with the thought of that inside you. Still, you didnât think it could fit, not without any prep.Â
Slipping two fingers in your mouth you wet them messily before guiding them to your folds, smearing the spit with your very evident arousal. When you let out a soft sigh, Soonyoung shifted in his seat like he was alert and when your fingers teased your hole, slowly slipping in, an unintentional moan left you too, making him practically grip the armrests of his couch tight.Â
âI'm going to need more than that Y/n.â He whispered. âWhat are you doing right now?âÂ
âIâm prepping myself, itâsâŚâ You gulped. âItâs too big.âÂ
âDo you need lube?â He frowned. âAlthough I donât know where it isâŚ.or if I even have any-âÂ
âThatâs okay.â You shook your head. âI think Iâm wet enough. Almost.âÂ
âDo you need any help?âÂ
You glanced at his tense body. âHow can you help?âÂ
âAre you the kind that listens to instructions?â
âOccasionally.âÂ
âThen push your fingers further.â He exhaled. âCurl them up.âÂ
Although that was what was on your mind anyways, you obeyed. As your fingers brushed that spot, a soft fuck escaped your lips.Â
âFeel good?âÂ
âYeah.â You nodded. âYeah thatâs good.â
âThen move.â He cocked his head. âSlowly at first, then pick up speed.âÂ
Even before he finished his sentence you had followed through, fingers pumping faster, head falling back as the grip around the dildo in your hand tightened.Â
âAdd another finger.âÂ
âThis feels good enough.âÂ
âThis will feel better.â He urged. âStretch yourself a little and add another finger.âÂ
Scissoring yourself open, you held back the moan that was threatening to tumble out, terrified Soonyoung would hear you. Belatedly you realised - Soonyoung was supposed to hear you.Â
âFuck that does feel better.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âAre you ready for more?âÂ
â.......I think so.âÂ
âThen wet the dildo.â He shifted. âPut it in your mouth.âÂ
Hesitating just a bit you brought it up to your eye level, still taken aback by its sheer girth. In the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand you can see a stark vein running along his length, the sight of it nearly making your mouth water. Oh you wanted him to fill your mouth, you wanted him to fill you just about anywhere so bad but it was clear from earlier that Seungcheol didnât want the same. So you were just going to take this chance and fuck him out of your brain. After tonight you were not going to think of Choi Seungcheol anymore.Â
Determined, you wrapped your mouth around the tip, humming against the weight on your tongue before pulling it out with a wet pop. As Soonyoungâs breath hitched, you sunk your mouth down on it again, taking it further in, not far enough to let it hit the back of your throat, but enough to just slightly choke around it, drool running down the corner of your mouth.Â
âY/n,â Soonyoungâs voice sounded almost choked too. âPleaseâŚ.âÂ
Youâve never had a man beg for you like this before and it wasnât enough to touch him but to touch yourself? Something in you swelled in pride, but something was also terrified about what things would be like once this was over - could you and Soonyoung really be the same again? And if things were going to change, how would they be?Â
âSweetie, you have to do somethingâŚ.âÂ
Knowing you needed something in you more than he did, you drove the thoughts away before aligning the tip at your dripping hole and slowly pushing Seungcheolâs girth in.Â
âHoly shit..â You sighed as you thrusted his length further, the stretch serving a sting that slowly ebbed from pain to pleasure.Â
âIs it all the way in?â Soonyoung groaned as you shook your head gulping.
âItâs notâŚâ You panted, glancing down to see barely any length disappearing in you yet you were so full. âI canât.â
âYou can.â He licked his drying lips. âYou can Y/n, come on - fuck yourself like you want to be fucked.âÂ
Yes you knew Soonyoung had a horrible habit of pointless flirting but you did not think his mouth was capable of spewing such filth too.Â
âTell me how you like it.âÂ
âDeep.â You whimpered, answering him as you shoved it in more, feeling it hit all the right places. âI like it deep.âÂ
âAnd fast?âÂ
âAnd fast.âÂ
âThen move.âÂ
And you did, pulling it out, pistoning it into you, sharp intakes of breath and curse words leaving you as you did. You felt your eyes roll back, threatening to shut but when they landed on Soonyoung they widened - he had slid down his chair, manspread now a lot wider and stark against his pants was the imprint of his uncomfortably trapped boner.
âSoonyoungâŚ.â You accidentally moaned, simply trying to get his attention. âAre you⌠hard?âÂ
âUnbearably.â He confessed immediately. âIâm s-sorry, itâs been a while-âÂ
âDo you want to touch yourself?â
You donât know why exactly you asked him that but you wanted him to feel good too. Just as good as faux Seungcheol was making you feel.Â
âI think I can cum without that.â He half laughed, half groaned. âBut god yes I want to.â
âDo it.â You directed him, halting your own movements, watching him. âTouch yourself.âÂ
Without wasting a second, Soonyoung instantly unbuttoned his pants and stuck his hand down, wrapping it around his erection. As he shifted uncomfortably, you could tell he wouldâve felt a lot better if he could completely free himself.
âCareful. Otherwise Iâll see youâŚI mean itâŚâÂ
âDo you mind?â He raised his eyebrows at you. âWould it bother you if IâŚ.âÂ
If you were being honest, since the moment you laid eyes on the outline of his dick you were curiousâŚ
âNo.â You shook your head. âI donât.âÂ
âThen I donât give a flying fuck.âÂ
He raised his hips a little, just enough to pull down his pants as his erection sprung free, resting against his abs, pink and flushed.Â
Oh he was long.Â
Seungcheol might be thick but Soonyoung was long, like he could reach places no one else could. As he spat in his hand and smeared the pre cum along his length pumping it in his fist, you gulped, forgetting that you too were in the middle of doing the same thing, just staring.Â
âY/n,â He moaned your name, throwing his head back, setting off a strange fire in your groin. âMatch my pace.âÂ
You nodded, thankful to not have to put your own brain to this which was threatening to shut off any moment now. Watching him half lidded, you let him set the pace for your movements, matching him almost perfectly.Â
âFuck this feels so good.â Soonyoung whimpered.Â
âIt does.â You agreed, with struggling breaths. âSoonyoung pleaseâŚ. Faster.âÂ
âFaster?â He smirked, but listened. âYou really are one of us huh.âÂ
âI need more.â You whined, feeling yourself at an edge you were just not able to cross. âSoonyoungâŚ.âÂ
âI wish I could help, baby.â He sighed, âI really do wishâŚâÂ
âWhat would you have done?âÂ
âIâd have my mouth everywhereâŚmarked your neckâŚ. marked those pretty breastsâŚ.fuck Y/n, youâd have to beg me to stop.âÂ
âDonât.â You moaned, pushing your shirt up with your free hand, grabbing a tit, squeezing it painfully hard. âTell me moreâŚâÂ
âIâd hold the toy for you, watch you fuck yourself on itâŚ.â He stroked himself faster, almost erratically. âMaybe give it to you from the back so I can see how your ass-âÂ
Groaning annoyed at the sound of music coming loudly from his pocket, your movements faltered, eyes widening. It was different from the ringtone earlier which probably meant-
âIs that Mina?âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âP-pick it up Soonyoung.âÂ
âIgnore it.âÂ
âSoon-âÂ
âIgnore it.â He emphasized. âGo on Y/n, I donât know how long the effects of that toy are going to last.âÂ
And thatâs what made you stop wondering why Soonyoung wouldnât pick up the call when this was in fact the most ideal situation the two of you were meant to be caught in. You didnât want to lose what you were pumping inside you, you didnât want to lose the feeling of Seungcheol stretching you out. As you resumed the pace, Soonyoungâs voice left him like a croak.Â
âDo you like the thought of this? Someone listening to you get off?âÂ
You didnât want to answer that. Wasnât the kind of things you liked evident by the fact that you were fucking yourself to one man while watching and listening to another?Â
âBecause I love that youâre watching.â He whispered. âItâs driving me insane.âÂ
âI wanna see you cum.â You pulled the toy out of you, tossing it onto the towel before your fingers found your clit rubbing circles hard.
âFuck I'm close.â He pumped himself faster, losing rhythm, broken moans and whimpers leaving him. âSo close.â
Words left your mouth too as incoherent babbles as you felt your back arch and insides tighten pleasurably. Eyes crossing and shut tight, you finally came, chest heaving, trying to catch a breath. As you slowly came around and ran your fingers down your folds realising just how much you came, Soonyoung continued to push himself over the edge, like he just needed a little more nudge to finally find his release. Gulping you swung your legs off the bed and silently walked up to him, standing between his manspread, leaning till your lips were right by his ear.Â
âCum for me Soonyoung.âÂ
Almost immediately, with a guttural moan, his head fell back, baring his neck as spurts of cum shot onto his hand and torso, painting them white. Once the sheer amount left him he finally slumped back into his chair, breathing again, like he had been holding it in for too long. The sight of his cum all over his abs against the sheen of sweat on it made you clench unwillingly and you ran two fingers over it, collecting it. You knew his lips parted to catch his breath but you took the chance to slip your digits into his mouth, letting him taste himself. Surprised but not unpleasantly, Soonyoung ran his tongue along them, licking it clean, pulling away with a pop.
âYou taste as good as you sound.âÂ
It's only then that you realise your own arousal was coating your fingers too.Â
Scoffing awkwardly, you shuffled back, picking up your shorts and panties from the floor, putting them on slowly. Â
âI'm not dressed yet!â You shrieked, futilely trying to cover yourself as Soonyoung attempted to remove his blindfold. Holding his hand up, he allowed you to get dressed in the silence that followed. Silence that was too much to bear, silence that if he hadnât broken, you would have.Â
âI wasn't sure if I heard right but I thoughtâŚâ He let out a deep breath as he tucked his flaccid self back in his pants. âI thought you took someone's name as you came.âÂ
You froze.Â
You hadn't realised but now that you thought about itâŚ. maybe, just maybe, you had taken Seungcheolâs name as your orgasm hit you. Yes you were incredibly turned on by Soonyoung and the sight of him and the sounds that left him but there was only one thing running at the back of your mind - cheol, cheol, cheol.Â
âI'm not sure what you heard.â You brushed away his concerns, trying to sound casual. âI don't even know what I was saying, I was in some other zone entirely.âÂ
Soonyoung hummed in response and didn't push you for any further details. Grateful, you wiped your hands on the towel laid out before grabbing it, the bedsheet as well as the dildo and stuffed them all in your bag, throwing it over your shoulder - this was your mess to deal with.
âYou done?âÂ
âYeah justâŚ.put fresh sheets please.âÂ
âOh don't worry about all that.â He got up, attempting to take his blindfold yet again. âI got it. If you want you could-âÂ
âGoodbye Soonyoung.â You stepped back, knowing he was offering for you to stay the night. Instead you headed for the door, hoping to leave before your eyes met his again. âI hope I was of help.âÂ
And as you left, you heard him sigh, revealing something he probably didn't mean for you to hear.Â
âI don't think so Y/n.â
â
When you left Soonyoungâs house the rain had stopped but as you stood in the dining hall before the laundry machines the storm had returned yet again, much heavier this time. You glanced outside the windows at the obscurity sighing. It was like things just hated being in your favour.Â
When the ding of the washer went off, you shifted the sheets into the dryer and decided to leave it there for the night considering you couldn't carry them back in the rain - youâd deal with them in the morning anyways, you werenât ready to see Soonyoung just yet.
When you grabbed your bag from the floor, the weight had not reduced much - the dildo was still in it except it was back in its original popsicle-like shape, any trace of its resemblance to Seungcheol lost. You'd simply washed it and put it back in the bag, unsure what else to do with it. A part of you was annoyed that it had taken after Seungcheol of all people but the other was terrified that if you were to ever use it again, it would probably still model after him yet again.Â
Disappointed with yourself you took a deep breath and shook your head. No. No more Choi Seungcheol. This ends here.Â
Glancing at the machines one last time, you held onto your bag and ran out into the rain, hoping that Seungcheol had retired to his room by the time you reached. Instead, just as you approached the House of Zeus, you heard his voice.Â
âY/n!âÂ
He was drenched from head to toe, his blonde hair sticking to his face much like his shirt plastered against his pecs, like he had been soaked in the rain for hours. Letting out a struggled breath, you walked straight into his house, ignoring him. Seungcheol jogged over as fast as he could, putting himself in between you and the doors.Â
âY/n please listen to me-âÂ
âI donât want to.â You attempted to go around him, only to be blocked by him again.Â
âI just want to explain what happened earlier-âÂ
âI donât care enough for an explanation.â
âI do!âÂ
You rolled your eyes as you pushed him away, a lot less gently than you intended to and Seungcheol immediately caught your hand, pulling you towards him.
âSeungcheol-âÂ
âYouâŚ. you can touch me.â He looked at his fingers wrapped around your wrist in awe, then at your palm flat against his chest.
âDidnât you say you didnât want me to-âÂ
âYou shouldnât be able to.â He muttered like he was amazed, unable to tear his eyes away. âHow can youâŚ.âÂ
âSeungcheol, you're not making any sense.âÂ
He let out a deep breath. âDo you remember when you first came to camp we told you that every demigod has a certain set of offensive and defensive powers depending on their parentage?âÂ
You nodded, frowning.
âAs the son of Zeus, my defensive power isâŚ.an electric field.â Oh. âAt times like war, or in adrenaline driven situations, I become highly charged, rendering anyone who so much as comes two feet near me electrocuted. It's supposed to be a way to weaken enemies.â He sighed, âThatâs why I was afraid of you touching me. I didnât want you to get hurt.âÂ
âButâŚ..Seungcheol Iâm not an enemy and this isnât a war-âÂ
âI get nervous around you.â He avoided your eye. âI donât know, I justâŚ.. I can feel my skin prickling around you butâŚâŚâ He glanced at where your hands met his again. âYou donât feel anything?âÂ
âNo, no I donât but why do I make you nervous?âÂ
Seungcheol smiled softly. âDo you really not know?âÂ
You suppressed the grin forming on your own face. Fucking finally.Â
âNo.â You shook your head feigning innocence. âTell me.âÂ
âCan I show you?âÂ
Maybe you nodded a bit too eagerly, because Seungcheol chuckled, pushing himself up against the door, pulling you along with him. As your body pressed against his, his hands found your waist, gaze darkening. He leaned in, lips hovering over yours, whispering your name softly, like he loved the sound of it. As your breaths mingled, lightning went off behind you, the silver light illuminating his gorgeous face and all its sharp angles. Just as you moved closer, eyes fluttering shut, Seungcheol cleared his throat.Â
âY/n Iâm sorry, I forgot that itâs late and we have training at 4 tomorrow.â He muttered, drawing his hands away. âYou should sleep. I canât excuse your lateness everyday.âÂ
And yet again Choi Seungcheol left you completely baffled as he opened the door behind him and walked in, away from you.Â
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a/n - please send me your thoughts - this kind of writing is waaaay out of my comfort zone, I need to know I'm not completely messing shit up and if I missed you in the taglist, please lmk!
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You're not scared... are ya? (m)
Pairing: non-sorcerer Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru x reader (afab)
Genre: Ghostface/Halloween + Smut
Word count: 7k
Summary: Youâve always loved Halloween. But this year, you and your boyfriend, Suguru, are planning something a little spookier than usual⌠Who doesnât love a good scare? You have to get in the Halloween spirit, right? Turns out, the trick is on you and the treats are for your boyfriend and his blonde-haired, blue-eyed friend who seems to like you a little more than a friend shouldâŚÂ
Warnings: uhhh i guess technically non-conâŚ? It depends on how you look at it, i guess (let me know what you think so i can tag it appropriately), fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), throat f*cking, penetration (vaginal, f receiving), choking, knife play, blood play, biting and hickeys, threesome, kissing (satosugu (if youâre not down with that uh⌠sorry lmao maybe not the fic for you)), primal play, use of ghostface mask and chasing/hide and seek, degradation and praise, sensory deprivation/play (blindfolds, gags), bondage (f receiving)... i think thatâs it lol oh and this is like 70% proof read I'm sorry I just wanted to get it out
A/N: sorry this is late ! i meant to have this out before halloween (at the very least), but the timing just didnât work out
xx Jay
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Halloween was easily one of your favorite times of year.
You loved the autumn season in general. From the colors of the leaves to the cool chill in the air, October in general had a special place in your heart. And it certainly didnât hurt that the brisk weather gave you an excuse to cuddle up with your boyfriend, not that you really needed another reason in the first place.Â
There was another aspect of Halloween you loved, of courseâŚ
âNo way,â Suguru states. âIâm not doing that.â
He didnât even look up from his phone upon your horror movie reenactment request. He continued to type away on his phone, no doubt texting his white-haired best friend whom heâs questionably close to. In fact, before you two got together, you were fully convinced your now boyfriend was dating his best friend, Satoru. You even remember the laughs they each let out when you finally brought up the matter.Â
After many questions asked, Suguru confirmed he was, in fact, single. And the rest was history.Â
Funnily enough, Suguru later confessed to you during one drunken night that he hadnât made a move on you originally since he thought Satoru was interested in you too. When you tried asking him about it the next day, unsure if the memory was fabricated, he said he didnât know what you were talking about.
But you canât imagine life any other way. Suguru truly was your other half.
Thereâs only one glaring difference between the two of you when it comes to the Halloween seasonâŚ
âIâm not dressing up in some ghost mask thing and chasing you around the apartment in the dark.â
Your boyfriend, ever the dream-crusher, didnât share your same passion for horror movies.Â
âItâs ghostface, Suguru,â you correct. âAnd, come on, baby. Donât you wanna make your lovely girlfriendâs dreams come true?â When in doubt, go for the guilt trip.Â
He just lets out a sigh and looks up at the ceiling in disbelief.Â
âBaby, if youâre having dreams like those, then Iâll be chasing you to a therapistâs office instead,â he laughs. âBesides, whatâs the appeal in this so-called âghostfaceâ stalking in the first place? Is this the result of some sort of repressed trauma I donât know about?â
âHaha, very funny,â you scowl. âBut, no, this isnât about some secret, horrifically painful backstory. Think of it as⌠primal play.â
His neck snaps back down and catches your gaze.
 âPrimal play?â he asks you incredulously with a gleam in his eyes. âHow come youâve never told me about this little secret of yours, hm? Next thing I know, youâre gonna be telling me about some piss kink of yours.â
You slap his shoulder, and he laughs at your disgusted expression.Â
âHey!â He raises his hands in mock surrender. âYou never know! Maybe you shouldnât knock it âtill you try it! Youâll just have to explore that side of your sexuality without me⌠some sort of solo piss-centric masturbation.â
Slapping his shoulder again, you pull away from his side and look him in the eye. âI canât really explain it all that well, but the idea of being chased and the fear of getting caughtâŚâ you trail off and lean to whisper in his ear, âIt gets me so wet that Iâm dripping.â
You donât need to look at his face to know his eyes widen and his mouth parts at your comment. Youâve got him right where you want him now. Based on the weighted silence as Suguru processes your words, you know heâs just about folded like a house of cards. Chase you around in a ghostface mask? Hell, he might even shave his head if you asked him too (not that you would ever want such a terrible thing).
âOkay,â Suguru breathes out shakily, picturing you sopping wet at the mere thought of the primal play kink. âSo⌠how would we do this?â
And just like that, the plans for your primal play ghostface dream fell into place.Â
Close to 9pm on Halloween, your boyfriend left your shared apartment and agreed to return in roughly fifteen minutes in which time you were to set up for the scene by moving all remotely sharp objects out of the way, changing into the appropriate clothing, turning off the lights, and finding a place to hide. By the time the fifteen minutes were up, you would be receiving a phone call from your boyfriend.Â
Once you had rearranged the apartment and changed into much shorter, might tighter clothes, you began turning the lights off around the shared space. However, you were startled when you heard a knock on the door. Confused, you walked over slowly and looked through the peephole.Â
You let out a sigh and open the door to find Satoru before you.Â
âHey, Satoru,â you greet quickly. âNowâs not really a good time. Suguru and I-â
Satoru, eyes still glued to his phone, interrupts you, âOh, yeah, Iâm here to see him, actually.âÂ
You click your tongue at his rudeness. When it comes to moments like these, you remember why you choose to believe that Suguruâs drunken confession of Satoruâs underlying feelings for you had to be false. There are times when Satoru treats you more like a doormat than an actual person- let alone the girlfriend of his best friend. Although it does make you question if Satoru really did have feelings for you boyfriend after allâŚÂ
âNo, Satoru, you donât understand,â you begin. âSuguru and I have something⌠planned. Heâll be back soon, but weâre staying in tonight alone.â You be sure to emphasize the last part of your sentence.Â
He finally looks up from his phone, and his jaw drops slightly as his eyes rake over your body. His brilliant blue eyes take in your bra-less chest covered by what has to be the worldâs shortest crop top with your nipples poking against the fabric of the shirt. His eyes fall to your tiny skirt that hugs your hips tightly and doesnât even reach midthigh. For the first time since you met the lanky menace, heâs actually speechless. You wave a hand in front of his face to snap him out of his trance-like state.Â
âSatoru?â you question. âDid you hear what I just said?â
He closes his mouth and gulps before making eye contact with you. If you had paid closer attention, you would have noticed the bulge in his jeans grow larger just from the mere look of you.
Shaking his head, he puts his phone away in his back pocket. He clears his throat before asking, âWhat were you saying?â
You roll your eyes at his behavior.Â
Heâs a complete jerk when he interacts with you normally but now heâs gawking at your appearance? Makes sense why he canât get a girlfriend. And itâs not like heâs about to pull Suguru as a boyfriend since heâs long off the market. Part of you wants to rub that in Satoruâs face whenever he acts up like this.Â
âSuguru isn't home right now, but he will be soon. Once he gets here, he and I have plans. So, respectfully, you need to leave.â you reiterate with more force this time to fully get the point across.Â
A.K.A. Fuck off, Satoru.
He scoffs at your attitude (as if it isnât 100% warranted) and turns around to leave. âFine,â he sighs in annoyance as if your simple request was a burden. âTell him I stopped by, and next timeâŚâ His eyes meet yours again and a smirk is painted on his irritatingly handsome face. âMaybe wear more clothes when you answer the door. You never know what kind of perverts might be lurking around.â
You smile awkwardly at the comment and finally close the door, letting out a sigh. You thought heâd never leave.Â
You jolt when your phone starts ringing and dash around the apartment to turn off the rest of the lights and scurry to your hiding place. Once youâve quickly collected yourself, you answer the phone.Â
âHello?â you speak, excitement already on the rise at the thought of whatâs in store for tonight.Â
A dark, muffled voice through a voice modulator on the other end asks, âWhatâs your favorite scary movie?â
Smiling at the iconic line, you grip your phone a little tighter and hum, âI donât know if I can pick just one. I love horror movies.â
You hear a chuckle. âReally? And whyâs that, princess?â
Your cheeks heat up at the use of the pet name- not in the original script but still making you weak in the knees.Â
âHm⌠Thereâs just something about the feeling of being scared⌠To be honest, it gets more more worked up than it should.â
Your ears perk up when you hear the apartment door unlock, and you carefully peer around the room from your hiding spot in search of your masked boyfriend. Perhaps itâs because youâre in the dark, but heâs nowhere in sight.Â
âWell, youâre in luck tonight, princess.â the silky voice practically purrs. âBecause Iâm about to give you a scare youâll never forget.â
The line drops, and you listen closely for any sounds of movement throughout the apartment. You finally hear shuffling down the hall from your hiding spot and prepare yourself for the chase should you be caught.
âCome out, come out wherever you are,â he sings, still utilizing the voice modulator to add to the horror element.
Eventually, your boyfriend steps into the room and proceeds to hum a song under his breath as he slowly looks around the room. Seconds feel like hours as you hold your breath, ready to dart away from your hiding spot if need be. You attempt to lean forward carefully- emphasis on âattemptâ because a wooden plank beneath you groans at your small movement.Â
His neck snaps toward you, and you can tell that even with that mask, he makes direct eye contact with you. You let out a little yelp as you dive out of the way of his attack. Heâs on the ground after his attempted grab, and you rush out of the room in search of another hiding place throughout your apartment.Â
You finally settle in a new spot and cover your mouth with your hand to silence your harsh breathing. It isnât long before your boyfriend enters the room again and begins searching.Â
âFuck,â he exhales, âI can practically track you by smell alone, princess. You must be soaked, huh?â
You push your thighs together in a desperate attempt to pleasure yourself from the friction alone. Itâs obviously not enough, but itâll have to do as your boyfriend chases you through the apartment while dressed as a serial killer.Â
âWhat a dirty little slut you areâŚâ your boyfriend calls out, taunting you. âAll this hiding and chasing has you worked up pretty good, huh? Why donât you just come on out and let me take care of that problem for you, yeah?â
As tempting as the offer sounds, you remain silent and watch from your spot behind the furniture.
âNo?â he asks in faux confusion. âThen I guess weâll just have to do this the hard way. I love a good hunt.â
Surprisingly, youâre able to move to another hiding place quietly right as he was about to find you. Your luck ran out when you realized that in your search through the dark, you had ended up in the bedroom which only left two spaces to hide: under the bed or in the closet.Â
âFuck me,â you whisper in anger. âCould this be any more predictable?â
You quickly weigh your options and opt to slide underneath the bed quietly. Not too long after, your boyfriend walks leisurely into the room. This truly seems like a game to him. And here you were thinking he would be more timid since he had never engaged in any sort of similar roleplay before.Â
He peeks around the room, giving it a mere once-over before stepping out. Thank god.
He really believed thereâs no way you would be dumb enough to hide in such horrible spots. Youâre both relieved and also offended in a way.Â
Thereâs no time to contemplate further when hands wrap around your ankles and pull you from under the bed, making you scream. Once youâre fully emerged, he flips you over on your back and pins you on the floor of your bedroom.Â
âHiding under the bed?â he coos. âPrincess, for someone who watches a lot of horror movies, I would have hoped youâd be smarter than that.â
âGet off me!â you shout.Â
Even though youâre pretending to fight back, you know full well that even if you were trying with all your strength to push him off, he could still easily manipulate your body.Â
âOh, but this is what you wanted, right?â he asks as he reaches beside him and grabs one of his belts off the dresser. âCompletely, utterly helpless.â
He makes quick work of your wrists, binding them together expertly with his belt. The belt wasnât meant to be a part of the scene, but fuck was it hot.Â
Once your hands are bound, he removes both of his black gloves and tosses them to the side. He brings his now bare hands to your collar bones that show from above your flimsy crop top. His cold hands brush against your skin, and he lifts up the fabric between his fingers.Â
âThis,â he begins. âis getting in the way.â
In the blink of an eye, heâs reaching into his pocket and brings out a switchblade. He cuts the clothes off of your body while you lay there in shock.Â
âA switchblade?â you ask in confusion. âSuguru, where did you get a switchblade? That wasnât part of our scene-â
He cuts you off by shoving his fingers in your mouth.Â
âThe only thing I wanna hear from this whore mouth is moaning, whining, and pleading,â he states firmly. âOr can a doubt slut like you not understand that?â
Your eyes are practically bulging out of your head. Not only did Suguru whip out a legitimate weapon (which neither one of you had planned), but he was talking to you in a way he had never done before. It was crude, cruel, and harsh. It was something you had never heard from him⌠but it was turning you on so much that you couldnât even bring yourself to question the change in behavior. He removes his fingers from your mouth, now covered in your drool, and opts for shoving his discarded gloves into your mouth instead, effectively shutting you up.
âNo bra, hm?â he questions as he runs the blade down your bare chest. âGood. Those nipples look even better bare anyways.â
Dragging the knifeâs edge along your breast, you hiss as he draws faint amounts of blood. He lets out a groan at the sight and pinches one of your nipples with his free hand. You whine around his fingers at the dual sensation, pleasure and pain. Your wrists pull at your confines, and you feel the leather dig into your skin.Â
Abandoning your chest, he moves his free hand lower down your body until he reaches the end of your skirt. With a quick flick of his wrist, heâs pulled up the fabric to reveal your bare cunt, glistening with arousal. Even in the darkened room, you know he can see your wetness.Â
âAnd no panties too?â your boyfriend groans at the sight. âWell, it must be my lucky day. This pretty pussy was calling my name from the beginning, huh?â
Had you been more lucid, you may have furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement, considering you had mentioned to him before the scene what you planned on wearing. The thought flew out of your mind when you felt his long fingers collect your slick and move against your folds. You whine at the movement and try to clench your thighs shut at the for more friction.
âNuh uh,â he practically sings and shoves your legs apart. âYouâre gonna take what I give ya, and youâre gonna like it.â
At that, he plunges two fingers into you suddenly, not even giving time to adjust to the intrusion before heâs built a rapid pace. Your squeal is muffled by the black fabric shoved inside your mouth, but your sounds still echo throughout the apartment. Youâre certain youâll get noise complaints tomorrow- not that you cared.
While his middle and pointer fingers continue their brutal speed inside you, he brings his thumb upward to draw small circles on your clit which has you moaning impossibly louder. Your brain feels scrambled already; Suguruâs touch plus the anticipation of whatâs to come has you shaking.Â
âWho knew such a quiet, well-mannered little girl could be such a fucking slut,â he states with mock surprise. âGuess it just took some good fingerâfucking to bring out your true self, huh?â
Even if you werenât gagged, you wouldnât be able to respond. The speed at which he fingers you has you delirious, and if you werenât so laughably fucked out already, youâd be embarassed with how quickly you felt your climax approaching. Suguru feels you tighten around his fingers and laughs cruelly at you.Â
âGonna cum so soon? I thought a common whore like you would have built up a tolerance for someone touching this cuntâŚGuess not.â he laughs again.
 You can practically envision the sarcastic pout on his face from his tone.Â
âBut thatâs more than fine by me, princess,â he says darkly and ups the pace on your clit. âBecause Iâm gonna have you cumming so much that you forget about any other man aside from me.â
The possessiveness in his tone sends you spiraling over the edge and you clench firmly around his fingers as your pitiful moans attempt to spill from the make-shift gag.Â
Once you come down from your high, youâre met with your boyfriend holding up a blindfold to your face. You widen your eyes a bit at his actions since he hasnât mentioned anything to you about using blindfolds when you were planning your scene. Heâs certainly taking some creative liberties that stray from your original plans as well as the original Scream movie script.Â
âWhat?â he cocks his head to the side, and you imagine his smirk beneath the mask. âDonât tell me youâre afraid of the dark.â
You glare at him, still blinking back tears in your eyes from your recent and powerful orgasm. You try to speak, but the words are lost in the gag. He probably rolls his eyes as he sighs and pulls the fabric from your mouth.Â
You take a deep breath upon being freed from your muzzle and dare him, âDo your worst.âÂ
He chuckles at the taunt. âYouâre gonna regret that, sweetheart.â
He makes quick work of wrapping the blindfold around your eyes tightly, and youâre consumed by the darkness of the fabric. After heâs made sure you canât see anything, you hear some ruffling of fabric, and you assume heâs removed parts of the ghostface costume. Heâs silent for a movement, and youâre about to call out for him before you feel the familiar sensation of a blade along your thighs. You hear him groaning at the sight of you twitching and whining. Hissing at the sharpness of the blade, you feel some blood begin to trickle down your thighs. Leaning in, your boyfriend licks up the warm, red liquid with his tongue.Â
You gasp at the filthy action and shamefully feel yourself grow even more wet.Â
Before you have time to fully comprehend the dirtiness of your boyfriendâs actions, he latches his tongue to your soaking cunt, and you practically scream at the feeling. Your boyfriend has always been good with his mouth, but tonight feels⌠different. You canât quite put your finger on what it is, but heâs displaying this near savage, depraved behavior that you had never seen from him before. Youâre not sure if itâs for the scene or the holiday itself, but itâs turning you on in ways you had never experienced before.Â
âFuck, Suguru, that feels so good,â you whine. He lands a harsh slap on your cunt and you yelp. He practically growls against your pussy, and the vibrations ripple throughout your body, causing you to clench your toes and whine helplessly.Â
You want so badly to run your fingers through his luscious hair, but the belt pinning your arms above your head keeps your hands firmly in place.Â
Your body starts to shake as the sensations grow stronger once he attaches his mouth to your clit and sucks aggressively at the bundle of nerves. His hands grab hold of your hips and pull your lower body back onto the ground to keep you in place to experience the full intensity of his mouth on your mound. You clench your eyes shut and your face scrunches up as the pleasure increases and the knot in your stomach grows tighter.Â
Aside from his groans, your boyfriend remains quiet. Although heâs usually quite verbal and talks you through the pleasure, your boyfriendâs uncharacteristic silence actually turns you on. It sounds sick, but it makes you feel more like an object for him to use rather than his girlfriend.Â
âOh!â you gasp as he shoves his fingers back inside you again. His skilled tongue coupled with his long fingers has your mind reeling. âIâm close! Iâm so close, babyâ
He moans again against your pussy and uses his free hand to drag his fingers along the shallow cuts he made on your thighs. You hiss at the feeling and feel your orgasm crash on you, making you moan so loudly youâre sure your throat will be raw tomorrow.Â
Your legs are trembling as you come down from your high. Your voice is shaky as you mutter with a dopey, fucked out smile, âYou always know how to drive me crazy, Suguru.â
He chuckles darkly at your comment and your blood runs cold when you hear in a cocky voice ask, âCrazy, huh?â
You freeze at the sound of the voice.
Thatâs not Suguru.
âWhat- what the fuck?â you yell. âWho the fuck are you? Get away from me!â
The stranger laughs again. âWhat? You donât recognize me?â He leans in real close to whisper in your ear, âYouâre telling me youâre not as obsessed with me as I am with you?â
Your eyes bulge impossibly wider as you recognize the voice of the man.Â
âS-SatoruâŚ?â you question in a meek tone.Â
âDing, ding, ding! We have a winner!â He jokes with a dangerous undertone. He caresses your face softly, and you flinch away at the contact. He sighs in disappointment. âWhatâs the matter, princess? You were crazy over me a few moments ago. You said so yourself.â
You pull at your restraints and shout, âLet me go!â
Although you canât see, you assume he rolls his eyes as he covers your mouth with his large hand. He speaks with a calm tone, dismissive of your fear and confusion. âI donât get what the big deal is, really. I mean, Suguru and I share just about everything. Why are you the exception?â
You wiggle aggressively under his touch and he sighs before lifting his hand.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you? Iâm Suguruâs girlfriend. Iâm not some toy for you to play with. Now let me go!â you demand.Â
Satoru scoffs at your comment. âUgh, itâs always the same thing from you. Suguru this and Suguru that⌠How bout you show me a little love, huh?â
You can tell heâs smirking based on the tone of his voice. You continue to struggle to undo the binds restricting your hands. You try yelling for help, desperate for your someone- anyone- to come to your rescue.Â
Satoru just stares at your pathetic attempts to escape. Before you know it, his hand slaps your cheek, making you gasp. You feel your skin tingle as the aftermath of the hit.Â
Tears well up in your eyes as you cry out, âWhere is Suguru?â
Suddenly, a warmer set of hands run up your arm. Your breath hitches at the touch, unsure what to expect next.Â
You gasp again as someone leans in and whispers in your ear, âLooking for me, darling?â
Honestly, you could cry tears of joy at this point. âSuguru!â you yelp. âSuguru, please get me out of here!â Expecting to be freed from your confines, you wait for a moment before you hear your boyfriend chuckle.Â
âAre you sure thatâs what you want, baby?â he whispers. âYou seemed to be enjoying yourself when another man was between those thighs. Satoru is quite skilled with his tongue, isnât he?â
In another world, you would have asked how Suguru knew just how well Satoru moved his tongue, but your brain is too cloudy to question his statement. As fucked up as it is, you press your thighs together slightly at his comment. You try to be discreet so as to not give away how much the situation secretly turned you on, but both men caught the not-so-subtle movement and shared a smirk.Â
Satoru began massaging your thighs lightly and swiped up a bit of the remaining blood to bring to his lips. He moaned at the taste. He swore that every part of you tasted good.Â
Suguru spoke softly, âIf you donât want to continue, we understandâŚâ he began. âBut based on how desperate you are to have the sweet little pussy of yours touched, Iâd say you want both of us.â
You couldnât help the whimper that escaped your lips at your boyfriendâs words. Sure, Satoru was attractive. Hell, attractive would be an understatement. He and Suguru looked like they were sculpted by gods. But never in a hundred years did you imagine youâd fuck your boyfriendâs best friend.Â
âYou know your safeword, darling,â Suguru reminded you. âWe wonât go any further unless you want to.â
You thought about it. On one hand, you should be beyond pissed for this fucked up âstuntâ they pulled. But on the other hand⌠you couldnât deny how much you wanted to try Satoruâs cock.
The idea of taking them both at the same time practically had your mouth watering.Â
You gulped and muttered, âY-yes.â
Satoru just raised an eyebrow and smirked. âYes what?â
Whining, you spoke, âYes, please.â
Both men looked at each other with sadistic smiles. That was the only sign they needed. They both understood the goal: ruin you.Â
Suguru pulled the blindfold off you and tossed it to the side. âAs much fun as that sensory deprivation was, I wanna see your whole face when we fuck you dumb.â
Satoru groans at the idea, âFuck, I bet that pretty face of yours looks even better when your eyes are rolling back and your drooling from our cocks.â
Blushing at the comment, you try to turn away to hide your face. Suguru just laughs and grabs your chin, making you meet his gaze. âOh, no you donât,â he chuckled. âThereâs nowhere to hide now, baby.â
He lets go of your chin and begins to strip his clothing. He pulls his shirt over his head and then swiftly removes his pants and boxers. His cock is already rock solid, and you try to conceal your whimper at the sight. Suguru hears you anyway and laughs at your desperation.Â
You turn your face toward Satoru when you see him stripping out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes widen as he removes his clothes.Â
Fuck.
Although your boyfriendâs cock may be thicker, Satoruâs is definitely longer. You almost scoff when you see how good he looks. Of course his cock would be as pretty as the rest of him is. He catches you ogling him and shoots you a wink.Â
Before you realize whatâs happening, your boyfriend lifts you up and puts you on your hands and knees to face him. He pumps his cock a few times as he looks down at your eager face and saliva soaked lips. He just laughs at your presses and teases your mouth with his thick cock.Â
âYou gonna be a good girl for me?â he asks with a mocking pout. You hum as confirmation s you focus on his cock in front of you. Out of nowhere, you whine when he grabs your hair and tugs your face upward so your eyes meet his. âRemember your manners, baby. Look at me when Iâm talking to you, yeah?â
You blink repeatedly and nod quickly. He scoffs at the action and speaks, âWords.â
You snap out of your daze and reply, âYes, Suguru.â
He smiles at you and relaxes his firm grip on your hair. âAlright then, baby.â He exhales and caresses your face with his free hand. âGet to work.â
Wasting no time, you dive right in and take his cock in your mouth. His precum is sweet on your tongue and you suck thoroughly at the tip. He groans above you but clicks his tongue when you linger too long on the head. You take more of him in your mouth and begin to bob your head.Â
You find a good rhythm with your mouth and tongue, but your gasp is muffled by Suguruâs cock when you feel something press against the lips of your pussy. Behind you, you hear Satoru groan. âFuck,â he mutters in awe. âYouâre so fucking wet that youâre dripping.â
You blush at his comment but donât have much time to think about it before Satoru rams his cock into you. You would have screamed if it werenât for Suguru beginning to gently fuck your mouth.Â
Fuck, Satoru is huge.Â
You already knew that from seeing him, but he feels impossibly larger now that heâs buried in your cunt. He lets out a loud moan at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock and stills for a moment to collect himself. He hisses at your tightness. âIf I knew you were this tight, I wouldnât have waited so long to fuck you.â he confesses as he picks up his pace. âHell, I would have taken you before Suguru did.â
Sweat begins to form around his hairline as he picks up his pace of fucking your throat. âHa,â your boyfriend scoffs at his best friend. âFat fucking chance. This golden pussy has been mine since day one. Isnât that right, baby?â
Even if your mouth werenât filled to the brim, you wouldnât have been able to answer from how good it feels with Satoru fucking you. You just whine at his question. Your answer doesnât seem to satisfy your boyfriend because he pulls out of your mouth abruptly and pumps his cock in front of you instead. You whine at the sudden loss and lick your lips to collect any remaining precum, desperate for another taste.Â
âI asked you a question,â Suguru glared. âDonât tell me youâre so cock drunk already that you canât answer a simple question.â
You whimper at his statement and shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind and reply. When you finally open your mouth to respond, Suguru cuts you off by shoving his cock into your mouth once more. You choke at the sudden intrusion and try to maintain your breathing. You already feel lightheaded enough from the pleasure, but now the lack of oxygen is making your head even more fuzzy.Â
Satoru begins fucking you with a fast and aggressive pace, moaning loudly at how good you feel. His cock reaches parts of you you didnât even know you had. You moan around Suguruâs cock, and the vibrations add to his pleasure. He lets out a groan and fucks your throat with more intensity than he ever has before, as if to claim you in front of Satoru.Â
âHa. Trying to show off?â Although out of breath, Satoru scoffs at the sight. âWell, two can play that game.â
Satoru rams his cock into you with such power that it has you choking on Suguruâs cock even more and your eyes bulge at the sensation. You feel stuffed in a way you never have before. You thought the pleasure couldnât get any better until Satoru reached between your thighs and began rubbing your clit in quick, circular motions.Â
If you werenât choking on your boyfriendâs cock, you would have screamed so loud that the cops may have been notified. Your moans and whines are muffled by Suguru, but youâre loud regardless.Â
You look up at Suguru and make eye contact with the man. He laughs a bit, out of breath as well.Â
âG-good girl, baby.â he stutters and moans. âYouâre doing so good for me.â
You blush at the praise. Even when youâre being fucked dumb by two men, your boyfriend always knows how you make you feel special.Â
Glancing downward, you see his stomach clenching and you know heâs close. You take a deep breath through your nose, and you push your mouth down to the base of his cock, gagging. He grabs the back of your head and holds you down for a few moments before letting you back up for air. As soon as you get a breath, heâs pushing you back down again. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, partially because of your boyfriendâs large cock choking you but also because of Satoruâs unforgiving pace as he fucks you into the mattress.Â
When you think things couldnât get any hotter, you turn your head slightly to see Suguru lean forward, grab Satoru by the hair, and pull him into a searing kiss. You whine loudly at the sight.
Guess they really did have feelings for each other.Â
Satoru whimpers and deepens the kiss. He brings one hand to Suguruâs hair to tug on the silky strands and pushes his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is messy and some of the spit from it drips onto your back. As Suguru pulls away from the blue-eyed boy, you feel Suguruâs pace stutter, he lets out a loud groan, and his hot cum fills your mouth. You choke again as the warm substance spills down your throat and overflows from your mouth. Suguruâs panting as he comes down from his high, but he grabs your chin before you can swallow his load.Â
âNuh uh,â he chuckles, âOpen the mouth wide for me, baby.â
You do as he says and widen your mouth, drops of his cum dripping down your chin. He leans down, spitting into your open mouth. Your eyes roll back at the action and you whine. Laughing breathlessly at your response, he closes your mouth gently and hums, âSwallow every last drop, baby.â he smiles again with a devilish look in his eyes. âYouâve earned it.â
Following his instructions, you swallow his cum and open your mouth to show him you followed his orders to which he smiles at. Before you could close your mouth, you let out a particularly loud cry as Satoru hits your sweet spot, and he has you seeing stars. Youâre too out of it to realize that Suguru has collected with his fingertip the cum that leaked from your lips. He brings his cum-covered finger to Satoruâs lips and while Satoruâs mouth falls open with a moan, Suguru promptly shoves his finger into Satoruâs mouth.Â
The white-haired man widens his eyes in shock, but hums as he licks the salty substance off Suguruâs fingers. Satoru leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, âIâve gotta say, your boyfriend tastes pretty goodâŚâ he pauses. âBut he doesnât taste as good as you.â
You gasp at his statement, and he leans in closer with his chest against your back. Heâs so deep and so rough that it feels as if heâs fucking you like heâll never get laid again. His desperation for you is dizzying. The idea that you have this man wrapped around your finger makes you impossibly more aroused. To think that the man who acted like he hated your guts was now whining and moaning shamelessly from being in your guts was a concept that made you weak.Â
He groans behind you and looks crazed. âOh, now that Iâve had this pussy, Iâm never letting you go.â
Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at Satoruâs comment as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. Heâd let Satoru have his fun now, but you knew who you belonged to when all is said and done. And he also knew that Satoru was just as much a desperate whore for him as you are.Â
You whimper at Satoru's relentless pace, and Satoru manhandles you into a different position. Youâre now lying on your back with your legs raised and pressed against your chest. You scream at the new angle, and his cock is repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with every rough thrust of his cock.Â
âYeah, thatâs it, princess,â he coos. âTake everything that I give ya.â
You canât help but whimper at the praise. His fingers find your clit again and continue to stimulate the nub. A scream escapes you when he pinches your clit between his fingers. Although heâs panting, he manages to let out a dark chuckle at your reaction.Â
âYou like pain?â Satoru asks with a smirk although he already knows the answer. He knows you're too cock drunk to respond as youâre muttering nonsense and stuttering over your words. He leans closer to whisper in your ear so that Suguru canât hear. âWell, Daddy can give you all the pain you want.â
Even in your dumb and delirious state, your eyes widen as you process his words and you whine loudly. You didnât even know you had a daddy kink until Satoru uttered those words. All you knew was that you felt like you were going to explode at the rate Satoru was fucking you and that you were going to die if you didnât cum soon.Â
Laughing cockily at your reaction, Satoru brings his hand to your neck and squeezes tightly. His grip effectively cuts off most of your oxygen, and it has you seeing even more stars than you were a moment ago due to his fat cock.Â
He pulls his hand away for a moment, making you whimper at the loss and wish his hand was still wrapped around your throat. Instead, he leans down and leaves bite after bite and hickey after hickey all over your neck and chest, effectively covering you in red marks. His smile is almost manic as he examines his work. In that moment, youâre just a doll for him to fuck, just a canvas for him to paint on. And if he werenât planning on filling your little pussy to the brim with cum, heâd have painted your body with his load instead alongside the marks heâd left. Just as quickly as it left, he brings his hand back to your throat and practically chokes you. His other hand continues the never ending abuse on your clit, the bundle of nerves desperate for relief.Â
Suguru raises an eyebrow at the scene, intrigued. He wasnât ever that rough with you. But based on the look on your face, the tears in your eyes, and the drool from your lips, he knows that next time he fucks you, heâll be sure to give it to you even rougher than Satoru. Thereâs no way heâs going to let his best friend brag about fucking you better. No one knows your pussy like your boyfriend does. He sits in a chair beside the bed and watches the two of you as his cock grows hard again.Â
Satoru swears heâs never had better pussy in his life. How did he ever cum before your tight cunt was sucking him in? One thingâs for certain: Satoruâs not about to say goodbye to your pretty face and soaking wet cunt- not now or ever. He swears at the sensation and whines when he feels you tighten even more around him, signaling how close your orgasm is.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you manage to moan, tears freely flowing down your face. Satoruâs eyes darken at the sight and leaned over to collect the knife once more, releasing your throat. He brought the knife down to your boobs and made small cuts near the nipples. You let out a cry at the pain mixed with pleasure. Satoru then leans down and wraps his mouth around your nipple, using his tongue to suck the blood. âOh my god,â you sob.
This sends you over the edge and you scream at the feeling of Satoruâs cock impaling you coupled with the sensation of pain on your chest. Youâre sobbing now as Satoru continues this brutal thrusts, desperately chasing his own orgasm. âFuck!â He curses loudly before he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt, and you scream once again at the pleasure. âTake it all, princess. You donât wanna disappoint Daddy, do ya?â
You shiver and whine at his words. Satoru takes multiple deep breaths before he nearly collapses on top of you, and youâre both breathing heavily like youâve run a marathon. You whimper as you feel him paint your insides white, and you wince when Satoru pulls out. Even in his post-climax daze, he looks at your pussy in awe as he watches his cum spill from your swollen pussy. Youâre shocked out of your fucked out state when you hear your boyfriend clapping slowly as he walks across the room toward you both.Â
âThat was quite the show, Satoru.â Suguru whistles as he reaches the bed and stands beside you. You gulp as you look downward and see his solid length, as intimidating and hard as ever. Satoru looks up and meets Suguruâs gaze, a pussy drunk look on his face with blush to match.Â
Your boyfriend smirks before yanking you toward him and spanking your pussy, making you yelp and quiver. âBut I think I should show you how itâs really done.â
A Halloween with plenty of tricks and treats.
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Cait and Sam watching their own wedding night episode? Yes aaand no. We all know what these two lovebirds did...like come on who wouldn't? I escalated a wee bit. That's one of my longest Oneshots (almost 5000 words) and I'm gonna continue this with a hugh story about them. Living the forbidden lie in all his cuteness.
Warning: starts with super fluffy and lovely cuteness and turns into a soft 18+ hot mess. Sam beeing Sam and Cait beeing most of the time Cait with slightly cute shyness
(Credits to the Gif owners)
âĄChap.1-Directing their own happy hourâĄ
A crazy year is over. Filming has long since been completed and the premiere of the first season is over. Several interviews have been held and the first episodes are already on TV. It's September, cool and unpleasantly rainy in LA this year and the day before the premiere of the seventh episode. It's called 'The Wedding Night'.
Cait was out and about, drenched after a conversation with one of the co-producers. It was up in the air whether there would be a second season, but the prospects looked good. She didn't think to bring an umbrella. Why in LA, where it is usually quite warm, even in September.
She ran to her car, the newspaper just over her head for protection, and got in. 'Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ... What the hell is wrong with this weather?' she cursed and was completely soaked. She quickly switched on the engine and turned up the heating. As she drove off, her mobile phone suddenly rang in its holder on the dashboard of the car. 'Hey Sam,' she said simply and focussed on the road.
'Have you been bathing?' he asked wryly, obviously making himself comfortable.
'Very funny...the weather in LA almost reminds me of home,' she was finding it difficult to speak. She was shaking a little and had trouble concentrating. 'I'll call you later if it's unfavourable?' he asked and she said no, perhaps a little too quickly. 'Ah ok' he paused for a moment. 'Tell me what's going on, I'll be fine' she said with chattering teeth and he had to smile, sitting up straight again and looking thoughtful. 'What do you think about travelling to my place and I'll tell you what's going on when you've warmed up at my place?' he asked sincerely without any ulterior motives.
Her cheeks flushed, which wasn't just because she was cold. 'All right, I'm on my way. The same hotel as always?' she asked and he replied with a quick "Yes". The rain didn't stop, on the contrary, it even got heavier. She parked the car in one of the parkingslots in front of the hotel and dashed inside as quickly as she could. Once inside, she asked at reception for the surname Heughan. The servant nodded conspicuously. 'Ah yes, Mr Heughan, he had informed me. He's in room 0410,' he said and with a very friendly smile, he pointed down one of the corridors. Cait thanked him and walked towards his room. Once there, she knocked on his door without thinking. He opened it for her and looked her up and down briefly before she simply entered his hotel room. He looked after her, slightly amused, and went into the bathroom.
When he came out again, he found her standing by the radiator, shivering slightly. He went to her and put a towel over her shoulders. She looked at him gratefully and unconsciously smiled far too sweetly. 'Thank you,' she said quietly and his eyes stayed on hers for longer than he wanted. The reason why he grabbed her towel and started playfully rubbing her hair dry. 'You should bring an umbrella next time,' he said with amusement. 'It wasn't raining when I was out' she gave him an annoyed look as he then went to the wardrobe to lend her some of his own clothes.
'Here' He held the clothes out to her wordlessly and she took them hesitantly. 'It's not going to stop raining that quickly for now. You can spend the night if you want. I'll sleep on the couch,' he said as he looked out of the window. She gave him a look of disbelief. 'Oh come on, we slept anywhere on set where there was space and time. You can sleep in the bed with me' she said dryly without thinking about it and Sam turned to her with his typical look, eyebrow raised slightly, he nodded.
She was right. Time on set was often pretty tough. Sometimes there was no time to sleep and filming often lasted well over 24 hours. Sometimes one of the props or simply a bench was a comfortable place to sleep for a short break. But now they are no longer on set, there is no one around to watch them.
'What did you want to talk about?' she asked curiously as she came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of his big hoodies. She almost sank into it and yet it looked great on her. 'Right, exactly... I wanted to ask you if you'd like to watch tomorrow's episode of Outlander with me' he said and she looked at him curiously. 'What episode was it again?' she asked, rubbing her face tiredly. 'The seventh episode,' he said, unconsciously tense. 'oh ok' came from her, benignly ignorant. 'What's the name of the episode, I'm just too tired to remember which one the last one left off at,' she said, pouring herself a sip of the wine on the table.
'The Wedding Night...' She choked and coughed for a moment. Now it dawned on her. It was that episode. She remembered all the scenes on set too well.
'Are you ok?' he asked without making any facial expressions. 'Yes... I'm sorry,' she apologised and put her glass down again for safety reasons. 'But we're going to need more wine,' she said with amusement and her grin was almost unpleasant. The mood was strange. He scrutinised her carefully while she just stared at the wine, motionless and thoughtful.
She looked slowly at him, his gaze still fixed on her. You would have thought he was burning every corner of her face. It made her nervous, but not in an unpleasant way. She felt the heat in her cheeks and stood up abruptly. 'I think I've spilt...I'll be right back' she disappeared into the bathroom in a flash. She was aware of what was happening, or so she thought, but she was still unsure. He was and is her co-partner. What would the media say, Starz or everyone involved in the big picture? She didn't realise she was breathing faster.
'Cait, are you all right?' he asked anxiously from behind the door. 'Y..yes...I'll be right back.' She splashed water on her face and then came out again. 'And you're sure we should sleep in the same bed?' he asked with raised eyebrows, almost admonishingly. 'That's fine, it's ok,' she said dryly and gave him a cheeky look. She stood in front of him. He was so tall that she always had to look up at him. 'But only if you change too...I doubt you want to sleep in those jeans...you already hated them on set' she looked at him challengingly and tugged at his collar. He enjoyed her closeness. It was clear that he had had feelings for her for some time. It was impossible not to, given the sight of her and her wonderful character. But whether she would ever be serious about him was an open question. He doesn't push her, gives her room to manoeuvre and is patient. Like a crocodile patiently waiting to snatch its prey.
He gave her a charming smile and went to his wardrobe, took out more comfortable clothes and looked at her briefly. She sat down on the couch and unconsciously inspected him as he disappeared into the bathroom. He didn't miss her gaze and when he came out again, he saw her sitting on the couch with her head resting on her hand. She grinned at him. 'Do you want to watch something or are you too tired and want to go to sleep?' he asked solidly, closing the curtains. He turned round and noticed that she already had jumped into bed. She snuggled into the big duvet. He laughed briefly and shook his head playfully. 'well...I take it you've had a full day today...want to talk?' he came round and lay down in bed too. They both looked at each other, snuggled together under a blanket, she was quiet for a moment and had to look at him. It's a completely different feeling alone without people from the set. Far away from all the other trailers, other people or cameras. There was no one here. The thought of it made her heart beat gently faster and she almost forgot to speak, let alone breathe, at the sight of him.
'Yeah...I had a call today and two other annoying appointments before that. I've been travelling all day...then there's the rain...I'm honestly glad to be with you right now' the last words came out of her innocently and unusually meekly. She is usually the type of person who says what she thinks, with consideration for the feelings of others. But it's easier with him. She can be whatever she wants, let herself go with him. He listened to her quietly and attentively.
'Sam... what is it between us?' She looked him in the eye and tried to understand the moment. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face with a wave of his hand, ignoring his own pounding heart. 'We're just lying here talking,' he replied briefly in a low voice. Jesus, can't he stop being cute for once? Struggling to concentrate from his voice and the sight of him, Cait swallowed with difficulty, unable to find an answer.
It was so quiet. Neither of them said anything. Her breathing was much faster and without thinking she snuggled up to him, hiding her face in his chest to hide her burning cheeks. She could hear his heart beating softly and realised that it was also much faster. Sam took her carefully in his arms and decided to remain silent for the time being, to savour the moment. He could smell her hair and buried his face in it a little, kissing it and noticed her smile. He did the same and had to smile. As always, no one needs to say anything to understand.
The sun's warm rays tickled Cait's cheeks and she moved slowly. A large, warm body lay close to her. You really don't need a heater when you're lying next to this 1.92m tall man. She grinned happily as she realised who it was. He was still asleep. She took this moment to observe his sleeping form. He looked so content and balanced, still holding her tightly in his arms.
His calm breathing was soothing, like a lullaby. It was nothing new, sleeping with him, hearing his breathing, feeling him against her, his embrace and yet this time it was completely different. She felt a tingling in her stomach at the mere thought of wanting to touch him. It made her nervous and she suddenly looked away from him only to look back at him again. Her gaze kept switching between his lips and the air she was trying to stare into. No Cait...you better not. Once you start, it will end badly... she thought to herself and thought back to their time on set. They often kissed away from the camera. Out of spontaneous situations to practise, of course...right? The heat rose in her face again. She tried to control her thoughts, but her heart was making it damn hard. She didn't even realise that she had come closer to him, her face close to his, her breathing as if she were climbing a mountain that was out of reach. However, with an unmistakable sound in her voice, she freed herself from his grip in a flash and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Without realising it, she was sweating. She clutched her forehead and tried to get her breathing under control. Damn Balfe, a little more self-control! Her thoughts were waging a war she was in danger of losing. He opened one eye and watched her actions. She flinched slightly as he began to stretch and looked slightly to the side in his direction. He couldn't help but grin self-consciously. She was so cute. He didn't know her to be that shy or insecure. On set, they could both let Jamie and Claire hang out, kiss or touch each other however they wanted. Nobody would have thought it was anything serious, at least that's what they both thought.
She stood up abruptly and looked nervously at him. 'I'm going to freshen up,' she said briefly and Sam let himself fall into his pillow with a smile. He wanted the time to last. To savour this precious moment, just with her...just with Cait.
He made breakfast and the rest of the day was relaxed. Except for a few little things Sam had to do this time, the day was uneventful. Cait spent the time in his room and fell asleep on his couch once again. She was far too tired from the last few days, not to mention the previous night. Snuggled up with one of Sam's woollen blankets, she slept peacefully. The blanket smelled wonderfully of him and transported her to dreamland far too quickly. When the Scotsman returned later that day, he saw her curled up on the couch. Still asleep. He put the key away and took off his shoes to go to her. With quiet steps, he stood next to her and looked at her without a word. She looked so innocent. He often did, watching her sleep. Her soft purring when she slept. Her soft smile when he always secretly snuggled up to her, just to be close to her unnoticed. He loved it.
Sam simply stood still for another moment and looked down at her thoughtfully, bent down and got very close to her face. He could feel her breath on him. The corner of his mouth twitched impatiently and he gave her a delicate kiss on her soft lips. His heart did what it wanted and almost ran away from him, but he didn't care. The kiss was short and so gentle that Cait didn't wake up, at least that's what he thought and realised he was wrong. The ball of blanket and the supposed Mrs Fraser inside it moved gently. She opened her eyes just a crack to somehow recognise what in God's name was happening. Sam was already scurrying about, unpacking a few things he'd been shopping for. There were a few bottles of wine and something to nibble on.
She sat up in a daze, her hair in a wild mess and yawned tiredly. 'What time is it?' she asked with a husky voice. 'It's already 7 pm. How long have you been asleep?' He brought two bottles of wine to the table and two glasses. 'Too long... Well, I don't think I'll fall asleep that quickly watching TV,' she said with amusement and ran her hands through her hair to fix it a little. 'Are you hungry?' he asked, unpacking a bag at the same time. It was Asian Food. 'Yes,' she replied curtly and watched the Scotsman without realising it. Her gaze was dreamy, as if she was looking at the jackpot she had won. He came over to her and set her something to eat. She had to smile. Of course he knew exactly what her favourite food was. 'Thank you,' she said and they both ate some of the food.
'Do you remember filming the episode?' he asked when he had finished eating.
'Yes, quite a lot. I'm curious how it was edited. Some days were so long and tiring,' she took a breath and looked at him. 'It was sometimes very difficult to stay relaxed and yet... You made it easy for me to shoot the more difficult scenes,' he said with a smile and looked at her in detail. She couldn't avoid his gaze and was caught up in it. She quickly picked up her wine glass and took a good sip.
Cait laughed softly as she remembered. 'Did you remember the scene when Claire said "go to bed"? God, how many times we replayed that just because our producer never liked the look in your eyes and then I said "to fuck" off camera, or so I thought? Your look afterwards was exactly what they wanted to see and it was recorded,' she laughed and took another sip. Sam did the same and poured the red wine down his throat. 'How could I forget?' his voice sounded ironic with an amused undertone. 'At least it wasn't too cold when we were naked for what felt like 24 hours,' he said and poured more wine.
She looked silently into her wine glass after his words, then raised her eyes and literally stared at him. He's like an accident... you don't want to look but you can't help but stare at him with curiosity and anticipation. Too mesmerised by his gaze, she once again couldn't get a word out. He could throw a bone now and she would run after it like a dog. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. 'The episode is about to start,' he breathed so quietly that she had to think for a moment whether she had heard him correctly.
Sam came closer to her, looked deep into her eyes and was tired of seeing her like this. She was literally begging to be touched. The Scotsman didn't hesitate a second longer and kissed her gently yet firmly. Cait was briefly surprised and yet she accepted the kiss without hesitation. As if they had kissed hundreds of times before, he brought her to him by taking her face in his hand. He stroked her cheek tenderly and was the first to break the kiss. Cait just looked at him. She could have sworn her heart was stuck one floor below. He smiled at her and she did the same, returning his smile with a blissful grin. He took the remote control without another word.
The atmosphere was strangely relaxed, but you could just feel the crackle. He switched on the TV and the episode started. She looked over at him expectantly, so he couldn't help but lean over and grab her, cuddling her right next to him against his chest. Cait took a contented breath and drank more of the wine as she savoured his closeness and warmth.
They both made comments here and there and had to laugh and shake their heads when Rupert and Angus burst in. 'I remember one of them fell badly once,' Sam laughed and they both grinned. Then came the scene where Claire asks Jamie to bed. Both the Scot and the Irishwoman watched the scene tensely and had to smile again and again. 'How many times we had to repeat that...but you did a good job,' she said contentedly to distract them from what was actually happening. Jamie grabbed Claire's breast. 'Christ, how many times you made me laugh, Cait...you kept making jokes about my breasts,' Sam said with amusement and Cait turned bright red. 'Well I was nervous as hell...we had to take our clothes off...I was afraid I'd ruin your view of naked women' she said sheepishly and he took her chin and forced her to look at him.
'my god Cait...how can you say that...' he whispered more and she looked at him nervously and slightly guiltily. Before she could say anything, Sam beat her to it. 'Your body is beautiful.' She stared at him and their gazes parted as the scene came where Jamie plopped on top of her and penetrated her. The situation couldn't have been stranger. It was weird for both of them to see each other like this. It looked a thousand times hotter on the screen than when they were both shooting that scene over and over again.
Sam grinned at Claire's sweet words when she said she gets crushed by Jamie. He noticed Cait's tension, she squeezed her legs tightly together and banished all her thoughts to the farthest corner of her brain cells. To no avail. Sam looked down at her and took the wine glass from her hand. How much had they actually had now? Both bottles of wine were empty.
Cait looked at him questioningly, but she knew the answer. Sam slowly stroked her legs and hesitantly approached her face. Her breathing increased, her lower lip quivering in response to his touch. She closed the gap and kissed him. But this time more demanding and with far less restraint. Gripped by what was on the television, Cait pressed herself closer to him and without thinking about it, she sat on his lap. He gasped briefly under the stormy kisses only to continue on her neck. She let out a sigh. A soft, pleasurable sound that he knew all too well. It had almost always driven him crazy when they gave their all during filming and he wasn't allowed to have her completely. Shooting a scene is one thing. Shooting naked is something else, but constantly filming wild sex scenes in the nude with such a beautiful woman is simply torture. With her playful but otherwise confident character, he would have liked to show how much he really liked her. He constantly had to touch her. On her breasts, her body and getting closer to areas with his face that made him want to seriously give up control of himself.
Meanwhile, no matter what was on the television, she only had eyes for her Scotsman. She looked at him dreamily, losing herself in his gaze. Everything about him is so attractive. His hair, which she now clung to in order not to lose her mind. His upper body, his beard and God damn his face, with his ice-cold blue eyes that almost robbed her of her will. She unconsciously moved onto his lap when she realised that he was already more than ready for action. Now she smirked cheekily at him, causing him to bite his lower lip. 'You little beast....now you're showing your true colours,' he said almost choking and his gaze didn't leave hers for a second. Somehow they knew it, but it was different here too. He took off her hoodie and just looked at her for a moment. As if he couldn't believe what he saw, he grabbed her breasts as if he wanted to make sure they were the same as usual. He kissed one of them gently and played around with the other.
She leant her head back with pleasure and let him do his thing. 'Sam....' she breathed and looked at him, slightly dazed. 'You too....' she whispered excitedly and took off his shirt too. She looked at him with red cheeks. It didn't matter whether it was the alcohol or Sam's fault. No matter who she drank from, she would be intoxicated by both. She touched him on the shoulder and ran her fingers down his neck to the area below his belly button, from which a few hairs flashed out. Sam's eyes were fixed on Cait with an expression as if she were made of glyphs and he was trying to decipher them.
She grabbed his belt with her hand and tried to open it, but this turned out to be difficult when sitting. He grabbed her ass and literally threw her on the couch, took off his pants only to stand completely naked in front of her. Her gaze was discreetly surprised and looked at his best piece. She was not prepared for that now. They always wore protection on set, which didn't help much when Sam had a hard-on, but it covered everything. She swallowed and for a second a shy shadow could be seen in her eyes. "We want to stay fair, my dear," he pointed to her pants and came closer to her playfully. She looked at him nervously and had to smile to cover up her nervousness.
"Do you want to continue?" he asked as a precaution and in answer she nodded and looked at him with a cheeky, innocent face. He grinned confidently and helped her undress. There she was, completely exposed with a red glow on her cheeks. They had both played through this position so many times before, but this one moment now belonged to the two of them alone.
He grabbed her by the hand to pull her up to him. Cait stood directly in front of him and looked him in the eye anything but uncertainly. She literally felt his heartbeat, as if the two were synchronously forming a unit. She took his hands and intertwined her fingers in his. "Caitriona you are so beautiful" proudly sounded in his voice and she smiled happily at him. "Just you and me" she whispered lovingly, looked at him longingly and Sam couldn't ask any more questions, because she had just answered them.
He kissed her, longing and greedy, clawed at her ass to lift her up and faltered briefly. There was no cut, nothing that interrupted them despite the swaying and could stop the lust of both. He let himself fall back a little on the couch, with her on his lap, without even thinking about breaking the kiss.
Now nothing went according to the script. He was the director of this scene and decided how to proceed in accordance with his Irish beauty. She enjoyed every touch, every second and breathed heavier as he caressed her breasts. Cait became more impatient and looked at him almost begging. He grabbed her ass again to lift her and positioned her so that Sam could penetrate her without any problems. He smiled... She was more than ready. A groan on her part indicated that the tackle would continue as he was into her completely. The Hugh Scot didn't want to slow down, not to be careful that something unexpected happened.
Cait moved and he adjusted to her. This time he couldn't help but moan quietly. She rested her forehead on his and continued moving. Regardless of the hotel neighbors, neither of them cared how loud they were.
He had to smile at the sight of her. She moaned subtly differently than when they were filming. It sounded the same as always, but there was a hint of honesty in the sound of her lovely voice. The sound that makes his bones tremble and underlines the pleasure he is really giving her. Flowing through the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline that they both experience and that made them both sweat, he felt how aroused she already was. He concentrated on her to give her the moment of happiness, but had great difficulty enduring it, especially with her moaning. She really deeply enjoying it.
'Sam...' damn it, he tried so hard not to lose control, but moaning his name like that almost pushed him over the edge. He gasped heavily and bit her shoulder. Finally, she felt a wave rushing deep inside her and completely flooding her. She moaned louder and let him feel how much he loved her without ever having said it.
'Sassenach!' He gasped at the same time as her and let himself fall completely as he came inside her, clawing a little too hard at her round ass. She sank exhausted onto his shoulder and gasped for air. Completely out of breath, both of them tried to understand the situation they were in.
'Everything ok...Mo Chridghe?' He hesitated at first, but he had to say it. He loved her and had no doubt that this would ever change. She was too perfect, her temperament, her way of dealing with him and her laugh. God, how much he loved her laugh. The Scotsman lovingly wrapped the wool blanket around her and let her get some air, but it was starting to make him nervous because she was still hiding into his chest. 'Is everything ok, Cait?' he asked nervously. She turned her head so that her face was directed towards the crook of his neck and he could feel her breath. He got goosebumps.
'I love you...' she whispered softly to him. Three words that could throw him off balance and almost made his heart stop. A smile twitched across his lips. 'I love you too... Sassenach...' he said lovingly and playfully and felt her smile. 'What do we tell the producers?" she asked, quite worried. 'Nothing at first. It will be difficult to hide it... at least partially. Maybe they'll let us do it and accept the unspoken facts. Filming should be easier for both of us,' he tried to explain and stroked her back. Suddenly he looked at her with a Jamie expression, as if he had traveled through time in just a second. 'Could you now...' he paused briefly.
'What?' now she looked at him confused. 'I mean we didn't use protection...' he got nervous and the Irish woman had to giggle. 'No...that's out of the question, don't worry' she said. He smiled in relief. 'We missed half the episode,' he said and she snuggled up next to him. 'It doesn't matter...we'll watch it again then" she said with a cheeky undertone and he kissed her extensively.
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Hello đ for the late night call prompt:
"i know you didn't just hang up on me without saying 'i love you'."
This could be so sweet (or not). Would love to see your take on it!
Hello! I'm feeling the fluff today, so I hope you like it. Thanks for the ask :) <3
John's mouth had served him both well and ill in his life.
He was funny and he was charming. He was able to spin a story and keep a table entertained. He could cheer someone up easy, diffuse arguments if he chose to. And because he could read people quick sharp, he could either make fast friends with a few choice words, or could provoke or end a fight depending on which of his more mercurial moods he was looking to feed that night.
But his favourite thing, he'd come to find over the years, was talking in a constant, rhythmic roll and lulling Gale, a notoriously poor sleeper, to a good night's sleep.
John wasn't even going to let state lines keep him from that privilege.
Work had sent him away for a couple of nights to deal with an issue and another officer. It's what he got with his reputation for being able to influence and mediate with the best of them. And of course, just two days before he was due to go, Gale fell sick. Not sick enough to warrant John calling it off; but just sick enough to worry and stress him all the way out because he wouldn't be here to take care of his Gale.
Gale who had no sympathy for his plight whatsoever.
"It's two days. I can take care of myself; I'm a big boy."
John leered without intent and moseyed into Gale's personal space. "Oh, I know."
Gale spluttered a dry cough into John's chest and struggled to get his breath back and John whined.
"Come on, Gale. Just say the word and I'll cancel. You won't have to lift a finger until you're better."
Gale pushed him off and tugged the cover he had draped around him like a cape in tighter. "No, thank you," he grimaced. "You'll hover, you'll get sick, then I'll be taking care of the two of us. Get to stepping, John. Quicker you get there, quicker you get back."
So they'd said goodbye, Gale tolerating John's too-many long looks back with barely a roll of his eyes (and John knew that was just because even his eyes were hurting). But he could kick him out the house and force him to go to work and make fun of him as much as he liked, but Gale couldn't stop John from calling him for their regular night time chatterbox sessions.
"I thought you were working," Gale drawled raspy into the phone.
"At nine pm? Not enough overtime pay in the world, sweets. How you feeling?"
Gale's answers were brief and perfunctory, but John could hear the ever-present affection even through the brevity. And John was always happy to pick up the slack. He murmured to Gale about the trip, the shit show at the office, and the gossip he entirely made up about his colleagues in another state just to keep himself entertained. He spoke about the town and the hotel, and what he had to eat. He told him every tiny detail he could think of, until he heard Gale's breaths even out and the soft snore of the congested drift across the line.
Chuckling low so as not to wake Gale, he finally hung up, proud of himself for being able to fulfil his duties even if he wasn't there in person.
But it only lasted a few seconds before his phone screen lit up, and Doll flashed across the screen. John swiped and lifted the phone to his ear to hear Gale's thick, sleepy reprimand.
"I know you didn't just hang up on me without saying I love you."
John grinned wide and dimpled and all teeth and gum at Gale's grumpy complaint. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. How rude."
"Mmph." Offended. Like a puffed up cat. John could practically see the displeased frown in the centre of Gale's brow.
"I love you. Now go to sleep."
"Mmph." Contented. Pleased. Maybe with that tiny little smile Gale had that pulled his apple cheeks up.
John stayed on the phone long past Gale's return to sleep. Just in case.
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I just saw your idea about Quackity sucking at torture and I am SO intrigued đ Please do tell
(Also I absolutely love love love your writing <3)
Hiii, thank you for asking :)
And I'm happy to hear that you enjoy my writing <3
It's been a while since I came up with that idea and I can't seem to find my notes on it (I found like 15 other half forgotten AUs instead oops) but I'm pretty sure it came from some discussion with Flora.
The basic idea is that everything happens just as it does in canon and Quackity goes to torture Dream. This is where things get sketchy because as I said, this is a 100 % crack idea so ... what if Quackity just somehow managed to fuck up every single torture attempt?
I really wish I could find my notes on this because I know I had some specific ideas written down but let's go with what I remember. During the first visit I think he might've just underestimated Dream who in spite of being in the prison for a while now was still able to dodge Quackity and maybe even disarm him or something just it ends up with Sam having to interfere.
But it's okay! Quackity's got it! It was just a ... a minor inconvenience, nothing more. But ... things are just not working out during his second visit either, nor during the third one or the fourth one.
Dream is totally not giving fuck about what Quackity wants and for the sake of crack Quackity just miserably fails in all his attempts to torture Dream in the most ridiculous ways possible.
Like, he will get his axe stuck in the obsidian and can't pull it out, he drops a harming potion and hits himself instead of Dream, he sets himself on fire on accident (that lava wall had no business being over there!), he fails to realize that Dream is actually good in strategic games and his plan to hurt Dream for losing a game fails when the game drags on for way too long (bonus points if he loses somehow). Just some very weird (and hopefully somewhat funny) stuff happens.
Some time he doesn't even get to try his hand at torture because he gets carried away with wedding preparation and all (just imagine him forcing Dream help with choosing the decorations or something lol)
After his fight with Karl Dream is forced to be the therapist (he has no escape while Quackity cries about the state of his relationship), least to say Dream is very confused why Quackity thought he is the right person to ask about the relationship problems (srsly Q have you seen the state of his relationships???)
At this point Dream himself might try to give him tips, look he is not a fan of getting tortured but this is just sad, okay?
Perhaps he will manage to actually hurt Dream at some point but by then I think he would be too used to failing that it actually freaks him out more than it freaks out Dream himself. Least to say the rest of the "session" was spend fretting over Dream because god man you're bleeding! Dream is just there like ... isn't this what you wanted? And well yeah but also no! (Q has some very mixed feelings)
Overall though I think Q would maim himself in that cell more than he ever did to Dream. On accident of course. I never figured out the logistics of this one but it'd be hella funny if Q somehow managed to idk cut of his own finger or something of the sort which would just end up with him freaking out and Dream having to try to calm him down while also calling for Sam to bring a healing potion
I know that it's supper cannon inaccurate but it's really just a crack idea without any real plot behind it đ
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I honestly tried to like Kaia, I truly did, but I canât stand this shit anymore. Her desperate attempts to be popular, seem interesting and âdeepâ are driving me insane at this point. I know itâs probably not her fault, but her parentsâ, they made her this cringy attention-seeker after all. I canât understand what Austin sees in her other than her familyâs connections or just a plain PR agreement. She has no personality, she always tries to gain popularity by copying her mother(or people sheâs dating). Itâs funny how she doesnât even look that much like Cindy, sure, sheâs beautiful, but Presley literally stole Cindyâs face. Her attempts to seem intelligent are also miserable. Iâve never seen any of her book club readings, because for me, most of her book recommendations are just airplane reads, but Iâve seen many people say that even when sheâs talking about books, it seems scripted and staged. Like someone just gave her a summary and she retells what happened in the book, thatâs it. I mean, what intelligence? She never even bothered to take basic acting classes. Her comments about nepotism speak volumes too. During the pandemic she bragged about having dinner reservations and partying with her friends. Her merch is awful. With all her money and resources, she could have made some really good stuff, but why would she?Her small insane fan base will pay 50$ for an ugly white shirt with a caption either way. Sheâs desperately clinging to anyone who can give her even the smallest amount of fame, her following people and then unfollowing them if they donât follow back. The way she was clinging to Austin hardcore in July, dragging him away from his fans, when he wanted to interact with them. Her stupid cake for his birthday. Donât even get me started on how she makes out with her female friends constantly or throws herself on her male costars or short SNL guys. I donât know why I feel so annoyed and disgusted by her all the time. I swear, this girl spoils my excitement for Austin and his work every fucking time. Nepotism is not always a bad thing, there are talented nepo babies, but sheâs like the epitome of everything I hate about nepotism. I donât know how she can rub shoulders with people who actually have talent, get invited to all these awards and red carpets. Kaia had plenty of time to prove that sheâs worth something, sheâs been in the industry since she was a child, but no. Why would she prove anything? Her mother is Cindy Crawford, her father is a millionaire worth 400 million, her boyfriend is Austin Butler. I just wish she will go away finally. No matter how hard I try, I canât warm up to her. Sadly, looking at the state she is now, you can clearly tell that the girl has issues, but sadly,having no brain,she canât understand that sheâs a tragedy about to happen.
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Girl! I wish I could give you an award for this post. You basically hit the nail squarely on the head with the many various reasons why a lot of us in Austin's fandom don't like this girl! I'd be saying the exact same thing if Austin were dating another woman just like this. I'm actually verrry surprised that people haven't called Kaia out on her very obvious clout-chasing by now.
I'll be honest, I never really cared for her even when she was dating Elordi. I don't hate her, she's just meh to me. Always has been. So my thoughts and feelings about her are not about Austin. It's more so about what I've observed about her over the years.
Her dating Austin just makes things even more unbearable though -- especially when you know that he could do so much better. đŠ But hey, it's his life, not mine!
When I realized they were dating however, I really did try to like her too, or at least give her a chance. I saw that Austin was with her, so I was trying to be a "good fan"and see what he may see in her. But last year, I started seeing more and more negative things that I just didn't like about her.
I really don't have much to add to this wonderful post, because you basically touched on the many various reasons why a lot of AB fans don't really care for her. I also think she makes Austin look cheap with her weird behavior and interests. đ She really cheapens his brand imo. But that's a topic for another day lol.
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stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.
THEME: How the characters deal with your flirtations (friendship stage)
CHARACTERS INCLUDED: mike wheeler, will byers, jane hopper, lucas sinclair, dustin henderson, maxine mayfield, billy hargrove, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, joyce byers, jim hopper, dmitri antonov, eddie munson, jonathan byers.
READER: male reader with a sarcastic, flirty, witty and a slightly cynical personality.
Mike Wheeler;
- dude is either OVER it or does not catch on at all.
- like seriously, your touches would linger for a bit too long and he'd think âoh, that's weird. whatever.â
- you mess up his hair every chance you get and he goes livid.
- âdon't touch my hair, man!â is what he'd say and in return you'd just mock him. then a 'playful' fight ensues. he has ruined like five of your shirts now, accidentally tearing it while fighting.
- whenever you say something flirty or out of pocket, you would get two different reactions. The most common one being âha ha. very funny.â with a sarcastic smile. and the other one.. god, he would just stare at you with a concerned look on his face, not even saying anything.
- for a little while, Mike just stayed oblivious to your 'advances', per say.
- you would do stupid dirty shit behind mike's back when the party's attention was on you just to get some laughs from them. it always worked but it ended up with mike scolding the shit out of you and calling you different names.
- one time at a random party, you invited Mike to dance. He disagreed, of course, and brushed you off with a laugh, but for a moment he almost said yes. Which was very weird for him. Dude was borderline panicking.
- you would call him âmikeyâ just to piss him off and he hated that nickname with a passion.
- âMikey-â you'd start, and mike would immediately interrupt you with âget the fuck out of my house. Like right now.â with a blank look on his face while aggressively pointing to the stairs.
Will Byers;
- consider the dude dead. anytime you flirt.
- yeah he's a little slow but when he gets what you meant he goes red in the face.
- like he's blushing so furiously that even the tips of his ears are turning pink.
- he starts fidgeting with his fingers and blinking more profusely, as if that'd help anything.
- âwill, you're sleeping with me, right?â you asked once, at a sleepover. He paused. âay, I'm not opposed to whatever you're thinking but I meant you're sleeping in my room?â you cleared up.
- Oh. oh. âYeah- yep, I'm sleeping- in your room, yeah.â he responded after swallowing hard. Lucas laughed so hard he started crying.
- he's a sucker for physical contact, truly, so whenever you'd press up against him, or your hands would brush, literally any physicality and he's tensed up, his heart beating out of his chest. It's not that he likes you, but your flirting certainly fucks with his mind. He's not that dense.
- due to your flirty personality, most of the time he would avoid eye contact with you. Because any time your gazes met, you'd wink. And it wasn't that big of a deal, truly, but Will just couldn't help it, it made his breath hitch ever so slightly.
Jane Hopper;
- oh lord. most of the time, she doesn't get it. she just smiles and nods.
- you think it's funny how oblivious she is, it is stupid but hella adorable.
- when it is explained to her, she barely has a reaction to it.
- so in conclusion, she doesn't even answer you. Unless you talk to her about it. But that is literally it. She doesn't deal with your flirtations, you have to deal with her obliviousness.
Lucas Sinclair;
- dude laughs it off when you first start flirting with him. Then he gradually becomes more and more concerned.
- he takes it pretty seriously. But he doesn't care that much, mostly because it doesn't bother him nor does it make him uncomfortable.
- immediately assumed you were into men when you made a slightly over the top joke (not that it was wrong).
- told dustin, will and mike what he thinks. they didn't believe him. Like at all.
- next time you said something flirtatious to Lucas, he didn't waste a second looking over at the others.. who seemed to have taken your flirting as a joke, something you'd say between buddies, you know?
- so after a long long long contemplation, Lucas abruptly asked âare you into dudes?â...
- everyone went dead silent.
- you answered after a beat. â..wasn't that like.. obvious?â
- âWHAT?!â
Dustin Henderson;
- HE FLIRTS BACK.
- you flirt, sure, you give it a hundred percent. Dustin, though? Dude gives it his ALL. Everything and anything he has.
- he sends you air kisses, he loves physical contact, he loves giving gifts (and receiving them), he loves talking. To make it short, he's love in human form.
- any time you guys have playful banter it turns into heavy flirting. Also, you two express appreciation by flirting, too.
- âdon't make me kiss you, henderson.â, âdude,â he paused to put on chapstick. After he did, he turned his focus back on you. âi'm ready, kiss me.â he'd say.
- of course, others would whine and complain about it. Especially Steve, god he hated when you two acted like that.
- âi think my ears are bleeding,â would be Steve's response.
- at one point, you and Dustin had a wedding.. a platonic one, but a wedding nonetheless. He's never been happier that he got to be the wife.
- all jokes aside, you always expressed physical affection to Dustin because you knew that he'd be more than willing to receive it. Hugs, forehead kisses, simple gentle gestures, head pats, shoulder pats, etc. etc.
Maxine Mayfield;
- you low-key think she's scary but shoot your shots nonetheless.
- albeit, they're always met with frustrated silence, sarcasm or judgy glances.
- she acts like she hates it. Yeah, sometimes it truly pisses her off if she's in a bad mood and her social battery is low, but other than that, she kinda enjoys the attention from you.
- she actually liked you since she met you. not like.. actually like you, but you seemed nice, you seemed to have an understanding others lacked.
- she catches onto every single flirtatious remark you make. Every. Single. One.
- if you say something she doesn't like at all, she hits you in the back of the head, flicks your forehead or punches you in the shoulder. Fuck, her flicks are deadly.
- âcan I braid your hair?â was a question you asked once. Max just turned to look at you with a soft smile. âFuck no.â
- âoh-â
- physical contact is not her strong suit. Of course, she loves it, but not every time. It also depends on how she's feeling. A thing she can never get tired of though is quality time. You could spend days with her and she wouldn't mind at all. As long as you don't bother her too much.
Billy Hargrove;
- the moment you open your mouth around him, you're playing with fire. Seriously. You don't know what is gonna set him off.
- fucking hates it. hates it hates it hates it.
- to say that he's your friend is.. an overstatement. He just tolerates your presence. Does not like when you say stupid shit.
- âyou've got such a pretty face.â you complimented him once.
âi'm gonna beat the fucking shit out of you.â
âohhh-kay.â
- would laugh it off but he knows you're into guys. he done seen it from a mile away bro đ gaydar strong as shit.
- was a bit bothered by you liking guys at first, though over a span of a damn week he couldn't be bothered enough to care.
- says he hates when you're around him but has spent more time with you than with anyone else.
- he's gotten too used to being around you.
- âwhere are we going?â you asked from the passenger seat of his car.
âa date, are you fucking-â he paused, blinking a couple of times. âmy date.â he pulled over almost immediately, in a heart beat. âget out of the damn car.â
âyou just-â you stammered for a moment. âgood luck on your date.â you said in an encouraging tone, feeling defeated as you got out of the car, not even knowing where you are.
âdon't need it.â he said bitterly as he drove off. Well, okay.
Steve Harrington;
- either laughs or gets flustered (doesn't show it).
- mocks you so much in return.
- DEFLECTS your compliments with mean comments like crazy.
- âya look good today, Steve.â
âCouldn't say the same about you. Jesus, have you looked in the mirror this morning?â he said with a concerned smile.
- cheeky little shit. he'd jump in traffic if it meant he'd avoid saying a simple 'thank you' to your compliments.
- he thinks you don't know that your flirting affects him. it's way too obvious. dude's hands get clammy, unclenching and clenching his fists, rubbing his hands on his pants or his stance shifting after a compliment. the signs are subtle, sure, but not invisible.
- the tension between you two is CRAZY. yeah he gets flustered if you say something out of pocket but he's not scared to hold eye contact. I mean, if you're not looking. if you are, he's not sparing a damn glance your way.
- CHECKS YOU OUT SO MUCH. AND FOR NO REASON. dude's a natural flirt.
- he has flirted back like a total of 5 times. otherwise he'd just brush you off fr.
Nancy Wheeler;
- SOMEBODY GET THE DAMN AMBULANCE.
- if she likes you and your vibe, she flirts back. SHE FLIRTS FIRST MORE.
- you thought you'd get her flustered? Nah, she's giving you signs dude.
- she'd make 'accidental' physical contact with you, like gently brushing her hand against yours and shit like that. just to tease you.
- shameless with her flirting. Seriously. She doesn't say much in front of others but if you're alone you can't catch a break.
- she'd speak a sentence that has a clear implication of something dirty and then when you ask her about it, she'd give it another meaning.
- eye contact eye contact eye contact, she loves it
- one time, the two of you were hanging out in your room. You were going to a wedding tomorrow, and Nancy knew that.
âfuck, I don't have any nice clothes. What do I wear for tomorrow?â You asked her, hoping for some advice.
âi'd rather you wear.. nothing.â she said mindlessly, flipping through a book.
â..Nance.â
âwhat, you asked me, I answered.â She said with a small chuckle.
Joyce Byers;
- she catches onto your flirting but she overthinks it and eventually comes to the conclusion that you're just being friendly.
- a good thing about your flirting is that it would lighten her mood if she's upset or deep in thought.
- she jokes back at your flirting but immediately regrets it, thinking she sounded stupid
- she loves when you wrap an arm around her shoulders, it gives her a sense of security. Some sort of it, anyway. Always gives you a small slightly awkward smile when you initiate physical contact with her, too.
- so afraid of being misled that even when you sent her flowers, a huge bouquet of it, she thought it was a friendly gesture, again. Jonathan and Will argued with her about it.
- is finally convinced that you're into her when you wink at her across the room, being discreet.
- no seriously, all of that and the only time she thinks you're into her when you're winking at her. Not when you're openly flirting with her or sending her gifts..
Jim Hopper;
- DOESN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU.
- everyone at the police department knew you flirted with Jim. But due to him ignoring you constantly, you gave your pick up lines to his co-workers, and made them say the cheesy words to him. Ended them with a 'yours truly, [Name]'. Always.
- that got him to talk to you. He was pissed off, sure, but he still talked to you. And that was better than nothing. Told you to stop - you didn't.
- dude threatened to arrest you for harassment.
- he'd clench his jaw whenever he had to stand next to you.
âCan't tell if you're tense because you want to kiss me so bad or because you wanna beat the shit out of me.â you said, your tone amused yet held a hint of fake seriousness.
âI'm about to shoot you.â He answered, his tone flat and nonchalant.
âhm. not really fond of that idea, thanks though, Jimmy.â
That was his last straw and he genuinely pulled a gun on you.
- of course, after that, it didn't stop you from flirting with him anyway.
- whenever his colleagues see you nearby, they point you to him and urge him to ask you out. He was starting to hate everyone because of you.
Dmitri Antonov;
- Acts annoyed when you gush over his russian accent. though it makes him feel more comfortable about it, more confident.
- most of the time he flirts back in English. Or just says âoh yeah?â with a small smile of disbelief.
- whenever he responds to you in russian.. he is talking shit about you. Not that he hates you, but sometimes your words are too much for him and the only thing he can do is let it out through violently shit talking you. To convince himself that you're 'not all that'.
- deep down hle knows that you are though.
- if he feels flustered, he averts his gaze, shakes his head and/or buries his face in his hands.
- avoids talking to you at any given time, only does it when he has to.
- touch him in any sort of way and he's STIFF AS FUCK. dude's a statue. Unless he pushes you off.
Eddie Munson;
- feels extremely flattered when you flirt with him.
- of course, he flirts back.
- does an eyebrow wiggle anytime you say something suggestive.
- somehow manages to turn your normal sentences to awkward ones when he makes a dirty joke out of your words.
- âI lost my bracelet in a ball pit like a year ago,â you complained once the conversation turned to speaking about lost things.
âball pit?â he asked, a small smile creeping up his face.
âYeah?â You said with a raise of your eyebrow.
âBall.. pit?â
âDude.â you deadpanned.
- made a bet with Dustin that you're into him, that you're not just joking. Dustin had his suspicions but you didn't seem the type to like.. men. Or even if you did, you would've told him already.
- that's the biggest loss of his life. lil guy was FLABBERGASTED.
Jonathan Byers;
- cannot hold eye contact for the life of him.
- he gets kinda nervous when you're flirting. The first time you flirted dude was a stammering mess, fidgeting with his sleeves like a maniac.
- despite an established shyness he had around you, he enjoyed your company. you were a good friend.
- friend? You have never given someone so many hints that you like them.
- Argyle, when he was high, told Jonathan to just get together with you already because the pining was giving him second hand embarrassment.
- Jonathan has been even more shy around you since then.
- âThat's a good photo, when'd you take that?â you asked simply, your eyes locked onto the photo in Jonathan's hand.
âLike-.. last month, uhm, during the trip-â he stammered out after a short pause, his head lowered. HE WAS BEET RED DUDE.
- âyou have GOT to give me a kiss, I did such a good job?â You said in a joking manner.
Jonathan died inside, right then and there on the spot. His mouth hung open, staring at you wide-eyed.
Once you notice he was baffled, you huffed out a laugh. âI was kidding, you know. But I won't turn you down if you decide to actually kiss me-â
â[Name]ââ he groaned out a whine of your name, disappointed by your last sentence as he tried to gather himself.
#male reader#fanfiction#headcanons#stranger things#mike wheeler#will byers#jane hopper#eleven hopper#lucas sinclair#dustin henderson#maxine mayfield#billy hargrove#steve harrington#nancy wheeler#joyce byers#jim hopper#dmitri antonov#eddie munson#jonathan byers
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Okay I have an idea but hereâs some background so it makes sense. In Australia we have a weird thing when we hear a name that ends with ârryâ we immediately change it to âzzaâ (donât ask why, even as an Aussie I canât explain) ei; Harry = Hazza, Barry = Bazza and Garry = Gazza
Now imagine Task Force 141 getting grouped up with an Australian task force and when they hear Kyleâs call sign they all go
And heâs like âwhatâs with the face?â And they go ânothing.â
Cut to during the mission, all Kyle can hear is the Aussie team calling him Gazza through the comms, expect Reader whoâs self aware because everyone calls their name wrong and knows itâs annoying when theyâre called by the wrong name. Cue after mission drinks and Kyle asks reader about the whole âGazzaâ thing and she explains the above, even though they know his name isnât Garry.
(Also I found your blog randomly and fell in love with your writing but lowkey too shy to follow)
Lmao that would be so funny đ I'm not Australian so I can't say yay or nay but I love that idea lol. Perfect opportunity and Kyle I think would love it after an explanation. Queue Soap in the background deciding to call him Garry after that though so...
Man is opportunistic what can I say đ¤ˇ
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Therians are indeed, people who feel a very spiritual connection with a certain animal! They can't choose which animal it is though, they just feel it. Some of them make masks of this animal to feel a bit more connected, and then there's...THOSE therians (with all due respect because i'm a therian too and no one deserves to be disrespected) who eats food for animals (for example cat food, dog food) and/or runs away from their home because their family doesn't accept they are therians...
I'm sorry for my own community but like being a therian isn't TRYING TO BE that animal you feel connected to đ we're still humans, we're always gonna be humans- we don't TRY to be that animal, we just feel connected with them...I'm sorry but I find it a bit funny when they get to that point, though it's concerning when they start eating dog or cat food like please don't do that you could get seriously sick
Anyway that's therians for you! :3
Ohhhh thank you for this Anon! I was kinda right yaaay
Though I don't think I'm allowed to say this since idk much about it, it is a bit weird thinking you are FULLY an animal I guess? But then again I won't make judgement, but also, DON'T EAT DOG/CAT/ANY FOOD FOR ANIMALS YOU'LL DIE đđđđđđđ THINK ABOUT YOUR TUMMIESSSSSSS
- from someone who ate dog chow religiously as a child and is insane now
Edit: turning off reblogs for this post because apparently this is starting some discourse within this community. With all due respect; I am NOT a therian, nor am I aware of how things work for you guys. I just know basic knowledge, and if the anon is wrong, then that's fine. Someone actually corrected me on it, which is FINE. But for the love of god, please do not pull ME into your discourse. The origins of this was someone asking me what my opinion of therians is, and my statement remains; I don't care what you do, if you're not a bad person then do what makes you happy, I am not going to judge you. Someone said it isn't just a spiritual connection and it's actually feeling like the animal, and that's FINE. I still think it's weird but I also know this is from my OWN ignorance, so please stop coming to yap at me about this rudely, because you're only giving me the impression that you guys are rude. I'm not going to pretend I know anything, and if you wish to disagree with Anon, do so POLITELY. Otherwise, please stop interacting with the post. Calling the anon out on misinformation is fine, but again, do not bring ME into this. As far as I'm aware, I'm watching different sets of people who are stating what they know of therians from their own experience. đ§ It's fine that you wanna point out misinfo but also. Be nice. Because it feels like you guys are yelling at me and it's not nice
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Might as well add more thoughts into the mix. I was going to do it in the tags of the last post but it felt long enough. The last set of tags was a perspective I don't think I've seen yet, but then again I haven't been here too long. I think they're right in idea that the theme of responsibility doesn't just extend to Curly and Jimmy and that the game itself is a showcase of how all the little things add up and create the bigger issues alongside the certain major steps that were taken. They (aka @son-of-crows-and-rats) put it in much better terms than I did.
I was so focused on the main plot of the game a lot of other things went over my head, and while some things hit me later I'm sure there are more things like the person (and multiple others) pointed out that I'll catch here or again have it hit me later. Fuck Jimmy is the initial reaction I had at the end of the game, screaming disappointment in Curly came next, and the bleakness and awfulness of the events continue to seep through whenever I think about it.
I'm also very much on board with the statement that Curly did not deserve what happened to him and it's kinda messed up to say. Him getting deep fried, for lack of a better term, is another major consequence of him and Jimmy's actions (or inaction in Curly's case) while Anya is another. It's just a consequence that effects him directly now and I think that's a parallel to the way Anya was directly affected by Curly and Jimmy's actions. Neither Anya or Curly deserved the pain inflicted upon them, deserved to be forced to continue to live with it and all the suffering that followed, or deserved to have their autonomy ripped away from them.
Curly is not a trash human being, but I don't think I can call him a good man either. Good natured maybe, but not the best guy. The painful irony of his situation hits harder after the final conversation with Anya. His eye is always open, it's too painful to move, he can't speak. He can only watch and listen. There's no way for him to take responsibility anymore even if he desperately wants to. I think what's worse for him is that he got to live after seeing the monster beneath the skin of his friend destroy everyone and everything around him. I saw someone else say that when he froze the day of the crash it was a moment of "you were everything I feared you were" and I think that just adds an extra layer of awful to it. Curly could have been better, and if he gets rescued and lives, I like to think he will be. But I wonder if in the back of his mind it'll always eat at him that it wasn't when it mattered.
Sorry, that this partially ended up turning into a Curly post. It's just that he seems to be talked about the most. That's fair. He, Anya, and Jimmy are the ones who push the initial topic of discussion to the surface because it's there front an center.
I'll probably have more to say the more realizations dawn and the more I scroll through the tag. This is the first game in a long time that made me cry and the only horror game to really mess me up. Funny enough, it's because Curly scares me more than Jimmy.
I love this game and all the infuriating and saddening elements within and around it. I love and hate how human all these characters are. If Wrong Organ ever makes another game in the future, I'll be running to check it out.
#long post#mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#captain curly#jimmy mouthwashing#swansea mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing
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Hello-hello , how are you?
How you think Cirius would react to having an extrovert / social darling
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ă aaaaaand i'm back.. somewhat. anyways, i'm alright, thank you for the ask! wow, people are actually interested in Cirius? gosh, i'm so flattered. i hope you guys enjoy this little scenario i cooked up. also, new layout! (kind of of) ă
ă tw: he's a jealous little guy, possessive thoughts/behaviour, obsessive thoughts/behaviour, implications of confinement, honestly, he just wants you. ;-; ă
"please focus," he calls you, heaving a quiet sigh. you've been distracted for a while now, constantly caught up in the chatter of passing students. he runs his hand through his light pink hair, forcing himself to calm down. it's nothing new, he reminds himself. you're the campus crush, after allâaside from himâbut he can't help but feel the teeniest, tiniest bit annoyed.
Ciriusâ fingers dig into the base of his pen. âsorry, we're quite busy right now. could you continue talking some other time?â his lips curl into a warm smile, shifting to his signature facade. it takes them a while to compose themselves, but the students eventually leave, quick to fold to his request.
predictable. who can resist the resident heartthrob's charming smile? you, apparantly. much to his dismay.
you turn back to him with a sheepish smile gracing those pretty lips. goodness, you have no right to look that kissable. if only you weren't so popular, then it would have been much easier to have you all to himself. but oh, well, no matter. though it'll take a bit longer than he'd like, he'll have you one way or another-
âCirius?â ah, right. he's supposed to be studying with you.
âyes, lovely? i apologize, i was a bit distracted.â you don't seem to mind, only continuing to discuss a topic he already knows. it's funny, really. you're supposed to be one of the top students, and yet you didn't bat an eye when he asked you to help him study. he's top one for a reason, darling. don't you think it's suspicious?
oh, but he's certainly not complaining! this only means he gets to spend more quality time with you. who knows? maybe you'll finally realize that the small lingering touches, the subtle glances, and the openly protectiveâand borderline possessiveâdemeanor he's displaying isn't him just being friendly.
Cirius is a hard worker; if only to get what he wants. it's a shame that you caught his eye; if you hadn't, then you surely wouldn't be in such a tough situation right now⌠ah, but if he hadn't met you then, he's sure he would have met you some other way.
he leans his chin against his hand, staring lovingly at your oblivious form. he used to think fate was a ridiculous concept, but now that he has you, he can understand why people believe in it so much. a world without you is unimaginable, so as his olive green eyes bore into yours, he wonders how long you'll stay ignorant to the madness swirling within.
but when you do find outâand he's sure you will. you're his smart little darling, after allâhe hopes you don't hate him too much. he's not a big fan of sharing. a caged bird is safer than one left in the wild, don't you think? heâll take proper care of you, he swears, so do forgive his selfishness.
#phantasy press co.#university au#cirius ᥣđŠ .á#obsessive yandere#obsessive love#possessive yandere#tw obsessive behavior#tw obsessive thoughts#tw possessive behavior#tw possessiveness#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#golden boy x you#golden boy x reader#golden boy#reader insert#social darling#ask#he loves you a little too much#jealous yandere#short story#you#x reader
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Okay, my brain refuses to think about anything other than Murderbot, so I looked at every use of the word "friend[s]" in TMBD and... created some pie charts. Normal human activities.
Some Thoughts⢠I had while putting this together (under the cut):
In All Systems Red, Murderbot notes that the PresAux crew are all close friends (twice! and goes on to explain their internal relationships which I think is very cute). This is pretty much the only use of 'friends' in ASR, except for when Murderbot says that SecUnits can't be friends with each other.
It seems that this may be one of the first times Murderbot has ever really been around a group of friends before? Murderbot notes that this is not the norm for its contracts and admits that the fact that they are all friends and the way they interact with each other make it actually enjoy that contract (before!!!! the hostile attack, so it already enjoys this contract before they start seeing it as a person etc ghghhhh). [Inference: Friendship seems enjoyable.]
The first character that calls Murderbot its friend is ART in Artificial Condition. Murderbot immediately refutes this (and then goes on to call ART its friend to its clients for the rest of the book). [Inference: Maybe ART is Murderbot's friend. And maybe that is... agreeable]
Rogue Protocol has more than twice as many instances of the word 'friend' as any of the other novellas. Why? Miki. Friendship and its implications for non-humans are a central theme because Miki is friends with everyone. Murderbot initially scoffs at the notion that Miki and Miki's humans are friends. At the end of the book, after witnessing how desperately Don Abene tried to stop Miki from trying to save them, and her grief after its death, Murderbot has to admit that she had in fact been Miki's friend. [Inference: Humans can be friends with bots and can sincerely care about them]
In Exit Strategy, Murderbot tentatively uses the word "friends" for its humans for the first time (several times actually). It questions whether it can actually call them its friends or not and later realizes that it had been afraid what admitting that the humans are its friends would do to it. At the end of the book, Mensah tells Murderbot the PresAux crew are its friends, which is the first time a human has directly said that to it (at least on-page). [Inference: Humans can and want to be Murderbot's friends]
In Network Effect, Murderbot seems to be more habituated to the word 'friend', confidently calling ART and Ratthi its friends, like it is no longer just trying the concept on unsure if it fits. There are many instances in which other characters refer to MB as ART's friend or the other way around and Murderbot's humans refer to Murderbot as their friend several times. Generally, there seems to be less hesitancy, because yes, all of them are Murderbot's friends, why wouldn't they be. [Inference: SecUnits can have friends. This SecUnit has friends. They care about it a lot.]
Conclusion: The Murderbot Diaries tell the story of a construct that does not seem to consider the possibility of friendship for itself and is fine with that - until it accidentally starts caring a little too much and suddenly more and more people annex it as a friend (ew) to the point where it can no longer deny that this is happening and has to begrudgingly admit that yes, it has friends now and maybe that is actually not a bad thing.
#the murderbot diaries#murderbot#đż#hi i'm READY to write a thesis about murderbot i am having way too much fun with this#i created a pretty excel spreadsheet and everything#i don't know why i did this but now i can look at them while i think about this more! so i figured i'd share them haha#i didn't count uses of 'friendly' but special shoutout to when MB is all alone in its cold cubicle missing 20% of its body mass#and starts putting on a show because 'the friendly noise would keep it company' đđ#i feel sick thinking about murderbot all alone on its own not knowing what its like to have friends watching media for 'the friendly noise'#also YES okay i wanted to make a point about miki there but i just#couldn't bring myself to talk about that more so... yeah#also uhhh this data is very subjective#i didn't count particularly ironic uses of 'friend' and generally did not count every instance of friend and sometimes it was a hard call#also i probably shouldn't have counted the times murderbot refered to drones or secsystems as its friends (often after hacking them)#but murderbot does seem to care about them and shows kindness and respect and sometimes points out that a system is friendly#so while i don't think MB means âfriendâ in the same way referring to them as when it refers to ART for instance#i still think its CUTE and also kinda funny how many times that happened so i decided to keep those!!!#but yeah take my data with a grain of salt lol
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I think people sleep on this moment in the Odyssey...
If I'm wrong, not getting full context, or see something that isn't there, feel free to give evidence to explain why.
Here he crept under a pair of bushes, one an olive, the other a wild olive, which grew from the same stem with their branches so closely intertwined that when the winds blew moist not a breath could get inside, nor could the rain soak right through to the earth.
(Book 5, Rieu)
I think this is about Penelope and him.
Obviously, their marriage bed is made from an Olive tree. If it's just about Athena then why are there two mentioned? Why did Homer mention two when he could've just said he took refuge under one? Or a completely different type of tree? Why mention them being intertwined?
One an olive: Penelope, who has been with society and "safe" in Ithaca ("Safe" because of the suitors)
One wild: Odysseus, who has dealt with literal monsters and immortals and has just escaped from Calypso. Literally naked and filthy, a "wild man".
"which grew from the same stem with their branches": Them both being together at first, before being separated.
"so closely intertwined that when the winds blew moist not a breath could get inside, nor could the rain soak right through to the earth.": Despite being separated, they are still "intertwined". Whether you want to think of it as them being likeminded or simply connected, even though they are apart, nothing could get in between them. đĽş
I don't know what else Homer could be referring to other than them.
#It's funny to me as even though she's not always mentioned when he retells his tale to the Phaeacians. The narrator mentions her CONSTANTLY#Because even if Odysseus doesn't say it. He's thinking about her often#honestly I...I don't think it COULD be anything else but I'm sure people will be mad that the simp loves his wife. đ¤ˇ#This part is the reason why I mention them calling the bed their ânestâ as that's what THIS part calls it too. and I find it really cute#It was a nest where he SHOULD have stayed in with his family but no... :'D#half-empty nestđ#also it could be him comforting himself??? He's been forced to be in beds he doesn't want to be in for YEARS#Now. he's free and while it's not âfancyâ. but at least it's SOMEWHAT like his own#greek mythology#tagamemnon#odyssey#the odyssey#penelope#odysseus#odypen#odysseus and penelope#odysseus x penelope#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus#essay
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hahaha wheee haha
#sk8 the infinity#kyan reki#hasegawa langa#renga#continuing to tag ship instead of answering any of the reporters' questions#as you can see. I am still on my Reki Speaks English Pretty Fluently But Can Not Read It For Shit bullshit#and also. teen shenanigans. which can also be grown up shenanigans if ur not a square#man. todays been a Whole thing. how was it really the case that every art supply store I went to ran out of black ink#three! I went to three stores! literally a triangle in the city!#still have some of the devils tar left but I'm not enthusiastic about it#well! that's for future baku to care about and for me to ignore babeyy#tbh this is like. Im just glad I can still scribble a funny comic when it strikes me it's been too long#I don't do that a lot anymore... even tho its such a good measure of like. ur sense of timing#if u can draw a funny comic ur powerful enough to do anything. u can eat the sun u can kick its ass. u can draw a sad comic too#I realized I missed that...#also accidentally sent this from draft without adding tags lol. and tried adding tags on mobile and it spit in my face and called me a bitch#got enough of that. one must never forget one's currently on tumblr#now I sleep. gods. gods do I need a bit of that#have a good night lads. bring a worm onto a rollercoaster. see what happens
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I already have a couple of ideas for them. (Help me đ˘ I can't draw turtles and I don't like writing book style that much, man. đ)
WARNING I AM PROBABLY CRINGE (I will most likely look at this next year and cringe violently I am very edgy sometimes and trying to get it out.)
Also mentions of violence and killing, you know, typical evil turtle things.
So some main ideas out there
1: The turtles were actually human first they got mutated when they were young. They got into a fight with the foot, oh yeah, the foot still evil in this. It's fighting fire with fire out here. And they trying to kill them with unknown mysterious green glowing liquid⢠*COUGH COUGH THE KRANGS DOING COUGH COUGH* and let's just say it didn't... work as intended. (Or maybe it worked exactly as intended đ just not what the foot intended *COUGH COUGH THE KRANG COUGH COUGH*)
While they do generally despise the foot for this (they have trauma and issues they have to face every day with the mutation oop sorry you kind of deserve it but not really cause you're still children at this time) they do like how it made them stronger and also allowed them to distance themselves from humanity. Speaking of humanity they absolutely hate humans and often use them as their playthings (AKA hostages, most of them either get experimented on or some variation of torture). (when asked the question of why are they friends with April and Casey if they hate humans so much all of them answered something along the lines of "well they also hate humanity")
2: You know how I mentioned how they got into a "fight" with the foot, yeah, at that point they were like all below the ages of 12 and tried to steal some things from the foot because, oh yeah, did I mention that they are orphans. (Sorry, Splinter it's for their villain origin story) Even though they do have a very sad back story and they are still a very evil. Don't forget that that's important, that's the whole point. (I can't resist angst and hurt/comfort even in my villains because they're also just people, okay? I find the juxtaposition between pure evil fun and "oh, this is kind of like a intense version of a bad future of the other versions of the turtles we know and love")
3: Despite being super mega evil, they don't actually like killing people that often. It's too permanent for them. (Torture you, sure, experiment on you, yeah, but killing you is where they draw the line.) Don't get me wrong they have definitely killed people just mostly...particular people. (R.I.P Hun you deserved it) It's not like they're very careful about not accidentally killing people, They have definitely done that many times, they love explosives. (Donnie especially) It's also not impossible for one of them to just get really angry at a hostage and just...nip the problem in the bud. (They don't particularly like to do that too often, it ends the "fun" too quick.)
4: The main story ideas I have are actually a giant crossover between a bunch of the different versions of the turtles (and the Aprils and Caseys because I like to have fun) (WAIT I JUST NOW REALIZED IF THE CASEYS WERE THERE THEN RISE CASEY WOULD RELATE FUNDAMENTALLY TO THEM AS SHE WAS ONCE IN THAT POSITION OF BEING A VILLAIN HOLD UP I AM COOKING HERE) because you know that joke that they always make in those fanfiction crossovers you know the ones that are like "Are you my evil dimensional counterpart?" I was like hmmmmmmmmmmmm funny joke but what if, reality.
And the counterparts being horrified by their evil versions (Wow, this is definitely not going to help some of them's self-esteem.) like, "Wow, that could have been us.")
However during this crossover they're probably all in their twenties at this point.
Pretend there is a cool transition line here, okay?
Mikey is the oldest and the leader and is just a total chaos being and does not care for anyone's safety (mentally or physically) (Except for his loved ones of course, they are not immune to his pranks however) Prank Master evil little jerk, he is 100% the type to do pranks that only he laughs at and the person he does it to feels horrible. Don't let this fool you he still cares deeply for his brothers. His loved ones our his number one priority even if he does torture them a little.
He's the most fleshed out in my mind mostly because I associate him with the song Jax toy (due to an animatic I saw if that song part of me things he'd have little evil robot toys of himself to control I don't know man) and that one song just titled mayonnaise because I associate that song with Donnie helping him hold the other versions of the turtles captive while their other brothers are making fried chicken in the background it's a weird song but it fits.
Donnie is the second in command (He actually really enjoys Mikey's leadership style because Mikey also indulges in the experimentation with Donnie. Evil brother bonding :D) he comes in guns a blazing literally he loves to use guns, he is a mad scientist, and he kidnaps people for his experimentation. Even though he enjoys Mikey's leadership that doesn't stop him from speaking up and telling Mikey that he can be kind of dumb sometimes especially with his plans and how he deals with hostages.
Raph is violent as all heck but actually really enjoys the chase before the fight. Nothing like chasing down your enemies silently before hitting them with a shuriken in their shoulder, am I right? He has the most scars and very little self-preservation skills. (Unlike Leo he doesn't do it on purpose he just doesn't realize how injured he's getting due to pure adrenaline) He is just as protective of his brothers as any other Raph.
Leo is the youngest this time around but don't be fooled his ego is through the roof. He's the type to on ironically say the line "I am the righteous hand of God and I am the devil that you forgot." He is very cringy but don't tell him that to his face. Slice slice mothertrucker he's still kind of has that stoic-ness to him that a lot of Leos do but it cracks very easily to be a much more jokey "plays with his food" kind of person. Don't let yourself be fooled he's still a self-sacrificial idiot. (Wow, a martyr complex and a God complex they all kind of have a god complex though how does he do it?)
April and Casey are still friends with the turtles (that's right baby they're evil too) and are a couple. I don't really have that many coherent thoughts about them (don't get me wrong I do have a lot of thoughts they're just not understandable and I'm not able to barf them out on to this) except for the fact that April is DONE with Mikey's shenanigans. And Casey Jones try to have a good home life challenge *impossible*. Also them and the turtles consider each other family but none of them are emotionally open enough to admit it.
Pretend This is another cool transition.
I need to remember that writing down my ideas causes me to flesh them out a lot more. Geez, half of that was not figured out before I started writing it down. So, yeah, that's my evil turtle ideas.
Adolescent evil turtles, adolescent evil turtles, adolescent evil turtles, Villains that are half-planned, turtle power!
I keep having original iteration evil turtles thoughts.
But I don't know how to develop an original iteration but I keep having ideas for one. (I keep associating songs with them even though they don't exist yet đ)
#I may be cringe but I am free#tmnt#a rare original post#teenage mutant ninja turtles#Adolescent evil turtles#That's what I'm calling this now it's too funny#Does it work less good because in the crossover they would be in their twenties maybe#But I don't care it fits the theme song and the regular title doesn't work for some of the stories anyway so#Words can be whatever I want them to be#Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles au#I guess I don't know what I'm doing#Long post#You have been warned#TMNT au#I guess
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do you think that somewhere, deep deep down inside heather, shes kinda into p!noah? (apologies, iâve just seen the alejandro connection with p!noah and i was trying to stuff alenoaheather in with it)
anyway, ur b pfp messed me up when i was looking for u through who i follow and i was kinda just chanting ophe until i found it TT-TT
I think, deep deep down inside, Heather has a lot of introspective re-evaluation to do before she can even consider admitting to herself that she likes someone. And she's iconic for that. That doesn't stop her from forming crushes on people, mind you.
As for liking p!Noah? Well, (as a Noaheather Enjoyer myself) a lot of Heather's potential romance partners, in my mind at least, stem from the connections she can/does make with them. She's slow to open herself up to people, and really prickly, so for her to have positive feelings for someone else is a novelty. (*cough*gray-aro Heather real*cough*)
If Heather was able to foster some sort of rapport between herself and p!Noah, let's say by offering him something akin to an alliance (since it's only strategic to have a wildcard like Noah's turned out to be on her side- keep your enemies close and all), and see behind the many layers of crazy and deceit? She'd probably have a sense of begrudging respect for him, at least. It takes smarts and dedication to keep up a ruse like his for so long- Heather herself couldn't keep up the "nice girl" act for more than a few episodes- and she knows that Noah's deceptively smart.
Maybe that begrudging respect could blossom into more? Who's to say.
Maybe p!Noah also respects Heather's ruthlessness and cunning, since she was able to scheme and sabotage her way into the final three on Island. She's interesting, and Noah appreciates people who are interesting.
The main drawback of liking someone as eccentric as p!Noah is, as we saw with Izzy and Owen in canon, Heather would need to be able to keep up with him.
Obviously, Noah's not nearly as hyper and fickle as Izzy is, but he's just as impulsive and detached from reality. Heather can appreciate his cleverness and craftiness all she wants- if she can't deal with his callous madness, she'd have very little luck in trying to romance him.
The B pfp was an impulsive choice on my part but I'm not sorry for it because B deserves more recognition for literally carrying his whole team for the first few episodes. I do apologise for any confusion though!
#what i'm trying to say is p!noah could probably go toe-to-toe with heather strategy wise but doesn't because Your Boy is too invested--#in playing heinous practical jokes on the rest of the cast to dedicate himself to Actually Competing. and heather knows this.#and the only person heather's ever been canonically attracted to is someone who can 'equal' her in terms of strategy so...#though now i've given myself the idea of p!noah allowing heather to 'trick' him into an alliance because he thinks it'd be funny/interestin#playing the part of heather's guileless pawn. she'd quickly catch on to his act though bc she's a smart cookie.#then it'd be a game of Schemer's Chicken to see who calls out the other's 'wilful ignorance' first#it's a good thing this AU is strictly hypothetical because idk how it'd choose between ships.#total drama#psycho!noah au#noaheather#replies
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