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gojo satoru x reader | fake marriage au [18+]
in holy matriphony ch5. child's play
á° pairing. fake marriage au - neighbor&realtor!gojo x nurse!reader (ft. choso x reader & suguru x reader)
á° summary. gojo satoru is your extremely annoying next-door-neighbor who you're pretty sure is the most insufferable man you've ever met. given the fact that you exclusively work the night shift at a chaotic emergency dept, just got broken up with your boyfriend of seven years, and have been taking care of your sick mother ever since her multitude of diagnoses, yet somehow your neighbor is the main source of stress in your life should speak volumes. but when your mother's medical bills start to skyrocket to more than you can manage, and you learn that said neighbor of yours has the best private health insurance plan in the country, you ask him to enter a matrimonial agreement with you for the spousal benefits all in the name of saving a few hundred thousand dollars. but you'll have to see if suffering cohabitation w him is worth any amount of money.
á° genre/tags. fluff, smut, angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), annoyances to lovers (that's more like it), small town romance, fake marriage, next door neighbors, lots of bickering, suburban shenanigans, slow burn, mutual pining, gojo likes to play house but you don't, hatred for the american healthcare system, gojo always forgets to mow the lawn, jealousy, an insane amount of profanity, mentions of cigarettes, depression/anxiety; btw gojo in this fic is in his mid 30s n reader is in her late 20s
á° warnings. reader in this fic has a sick mother w alzheimer's & cancer so there is secondary medical angst!!
á° chapter. 5/x
á° words. 4.8k
a/n. helloo my ihm friends! long time no see. hope you're all doing well and thank you so much to everyone who sent me kind messages about the whole ihm gojo ex wife thing haha. i really appreciate it :) i feel more confident about my writing decisions now, and that's all thanks to you guys! anyways, i will be posting shorter chapters for ihm going forward, so sorry if some chapters have slightly abrupt endings or stuff like that. i guess my goal is to post shorter chapters but more frequently! we'll see how it works out. anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter and see you at the bottom!!
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Ever since admitting your mother into hospice, things have been calmer inside your mind. After passing the initial wave of agony that came with no longer hearing her voice down the hall or seeing her silhouette in her bedroom as you walked past it, you realized thatâŚa weight has been lifted off your shoulders. No longer setting alarms at the height of every other hour to remind your mother to take her medication, no longer viewing every interaction you had with her as some form of study you needed to jot down in a binder for her neurologistâs records, and no longer driving her to all of her chemotherapy appointments, only to leave them feeling like you purposefully just took your mother to a place where they sucked all the life out of her in exchange for the slim promise of giving it all back to her someday.
Maybe it was evident in the way your shoulders felt less tense as you rolled them back, tilting your neck to the side and no longer feeling the painful strain that tugs a wince onto your face. The other day, you caught yourself humming a song as you drove to work. Your skin, usually feeling cracked and dry from stress and exhaustion, now has a slight plumpness to it like before. A more youthful glow, like the version of yourself you were before your mother became sick. The version of you that so quickly deteriorated, and one you didnât even know still existed somewhere within you.Â
There has also been time for hobbies. Rarest of occasions, you find yourself sauteing some yellow and white peaches in a saucepan over medium heat in Gojoâs kitchen, humming that song once again thatâs been stuck in your head. The sundress youâre wearing matches the pink of the syrup that pools at the bottom of the pan, and you feel like youâre living your cottage core dreams in this brief moment of reprieve youâve allowed yourself to fall into.
The sound of slippers tapping down onto the hardwood floor startles you out of your gleeful trance, and you turn your neck to the right to see a pajama-clad messy-haired Gojo shuffling his feet across the open area into the kitchen with a dark black mug in his hand.
âWhy arenât you dressed??â you ask him in a panic.
âIâll get dressed later,â he tells you dismissively as he grabs the glass pitcher of coffee from where the coffee machine was nestled up against one of the counter corners.
âYouâre stressing me out. Your mom told us to be there in two hours,â you say, putting your hands on your hips in disapproval as you hear the sizzle of the peaches in the saucepan.Â
He entirely ignores you, choosing to instead drag his gaze down the form of your body. âWoooow, twice this month I get to see you in a cute dress,â he comments, pouring coffee into his mug but his eyes are still on you, âlucky me.â
âOh Shut. Up,â you sneer at him with a harsh roll of your eyes, âyour fake flattery might work on the lonely middle-aged women you seduce to make a living, but it wonât work on me.â
His shoulders push back before he slumps them slightly, his brow lifting with confusion. âItâs not fake though? I mean it. You look really nice right now.â
You point an accusatory sugar-syrup coated wooden spatula at him. âYouâve just been conditioned by the patriarchy to get a boner at the sight of a woman in a kitchen.â
âWhatâ...noâ...why do you always have to say stuff like that whenever I compliment you? Canât you just accept it?â
You cross your arms over your chest. âI refuse to be flattered by an insolent man like you.â
He sighs, setting his coffee mug down on the counter, and you watch the way the fringe of his hair hangs over his forehead as he gazes into the contents, swirling it around with a loose grip on the handle. âIs this how itâs going to be everyday? I try to be nice, and youâ...well, you know, are you.â
âWell who else should I be?â
His eyes lift up to meet yours, the slightest of a cheeky grin on his face as his eyes wander down the form of you again. âI donât know. Someone a littleâŚsofter? Like, youâve got this really pretty dress on, and then youâre telling me off about patriarchy-induced boners. Itâs a little, uh, contradictory?â
You gasp. âYouâre trying to control me. I knew it. You are poisoned by the patriarchy.â
âWhat?â
Your eyes narrow at him. âYou have this image of a perfect and cute little wife, whoâs gonna wear pretty dresses all the time, and bake stuff in the kitchen, and get all blushy when you tell her she looks beautiful, and you expect her to have this soft little personality that never argues with you or disagrees with youâŚALL BECAUSE OF THE PATRIARCHY!!!â
â...Iâ...Okay, youâve lost me.â
You let out a hmph! noise. âCanât even discern his own brainwashing. Sad.â
âAll of this just because I tried to tell you that you look nice?â
âI know what your ulterior motives are, you creep.â
His eyes spark a little at that, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a cheeky grin as he sets the coffee mug down onto the marble counter and he straightens his spine. You blink, watching with confusion as he crosses the distance between the two of you, to where youâre taking a small few steps backwards until your lower back presses against the edge of the island countertop. He cages you into the surface with his frame, followed by the palms of his hands sliding over the marble on both sides of you, and you feel his forearms press against the curve of your waist as he traps you in with no way out.
âS-Satoru,â you stutter, looking up at him with wide eyes, âwhat are you doing?â
âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â he says, his voice deeper with a nonchalance that has you shiver, his gaze dropping to your lips when you part them slightly.
âT-The patriarââ you squeak out, but he suddenly dips his head down to kiss you.
Your breath hitches in your throat, eyes immediately closing when he moves his lips against yours, one of his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer to him and your hesitation is something that only lasts a brief second before you find yourself kissing him back. Some noise leaves his throat, deep and raw and sounding pleasantly surprised as he captures your lips more fervidly now, his hands smoothing down to hold your hips and his teeth slightly nip at your bottom lip.Â
You grab a fistful of his shirt, unsure of whether you want to pull him closer to you or push him away, but the moan that you mumble against his lips only makes his grip on your hips even stronger, fingers digging into the softness through the thin fabric of your dress.Â
The oven suddenly starts beeping, startling you and you pull away from the kiss with a gasp, eyes rounded as you look up at him, but his are lidded and dilated as his gaze remains glued to your lips.Â
With a heaving chest, you try to push him away by a weak fist to his sternum but heâs unrelenting.
âYou taste sweet,â he says, like some comment he noted in his head but accidentally voiced out loud.
âIâ...â you inhale sharply, âI just ate three macerated peaches.â
âUh-huh,â he barely acknowledges before leaning in to get another taste, but you push him away harsher this time.
His hands let go of your hips entirely, finally breaking out of that kiss-induced trance he was in, but he still remains close to you in proximity, so much so to where you can feel the heat from his body. Itâs comforting almost, radiating through the soft cotton of his long sleeve shirt, and you find yourself subconsciously leaning towards him before you snap out of it too, and rock your weight back against the island countertop.
You cross your arms over your chest, hoping the flush to your cheeks isnât showing. âOh okay so we just casually kiss now?â
He shoves his hands into his plaid pajama pant pockets, leaning away from you slightly. âFor as long as I can get away with it, yeah.â
âYou are breaking the rules.â
âYou never said no kissing.â
âI said no touching.â
âEhhh kissing isnât really touching, though, is it?â
âYou sound stupid.â
âI always sound stupid to you.â
The oven starts beeping again, and you realize itâs long been preheated to the setting you had placed earlier. You slip away from him with haste, feeling his gaze on you as you press a button on the oven to turn the alarm off, and you stare at the handle for a moment or two to calm the beating of your heart down.Â
Your eyes catch sight of something on the side of the fridge. A little magnet made of rubber that has the word London on it as well as the design of the Westminster Cathedral with golden accents. You recall that Gojo went on a trip to London recently, and that he didnât bring you back any souvenirs from there like he did for your other neighbors. And you want to pretend, you want to shove it down, that incessantly childish feeling that wonders why he didnât bring you anything back. You want to continue to pretend like it doesnât hurt your feelings. Something so miniscule and small. But youâ...well, you canât.
You spin around to face him. âDo you hate me?â you bluntly ask.
He blinks at you. âHuh?â
âDo you, what, I donât know, think Iâm annoying or something?â
He shrugs with his hands still in his pockets. âI mean, yeah, I do think youâre annoying sometimes. But in a silly way. Like weâre just pals horsinâ around, yâknow?â
You snarl at him, putting your hands on your hips and narrowing your gaze until heâs hardly even visible anymore. âNo. I actually find you annoying. Like, wanna-run-you-over-with-a-bus annoying. You just have horrendous social awareness and think that everyone loves you.â
âYou actually donât like me?â he asks, like he canât even believe that someone wouldnât.
âYes,â you say, ânow get out of my way.â You make an attempt to push past him, purposefully knocking your shoulder into him to assert dominance but he is unfortunately much bigger than you and so all it does is make you stumble ungracefully from the recoil.
He quickly grabs your arm to steady you, and you glare up at him before yanking yourself away and then step backwards until your back hits the fridge.
He studies your demeanor for a second before taking a deep inhale, and then lets it all go in a heaving sigh. âWhat do I have to do to get you to lighten up a bit?â he asks.
âYou really want to know?â you sneer at him.
âYes,â he says with a slight hint of frustration in his tone.
You cross your arms. âPay for the fucking fence.â
He blinks at you, confusion replacing whatever frustration was previously decorating his tone. âWhat?â
âThe fence,â you reiterate with a step forwards towards him, âthe one I built six months ago. The one where you laughed in my face when I told you to help pay for it.â
He leans forward. âYeah. Because I never wanted that fence built. Like I said, it fucked up the roots on my avocado tree. You shouldâve asked me before building it. In fact, itâs illegal to build a fence without joint consent of both neighboring property owneââ
âOh my god, okay, see? This is why I canât stand you,â you snarl at him and make another move to get past him but he easily steps in front of you to keep you from going anywhere.
With a sigh, he relents. âFine, Iâll pay for the fence.â
You try to keep the twitching muscles of your face still as you resolutely stare up at him, pressing your lips into a thin line. Through a strained tone, you say, âNo. I donât want you to pay for it anymore.â
He lifts a brow, utterly bewildered at this point. âHuh?â
âNow it just feels like pity. And I donât want your pity money.â
âTwo seconds ago, you did.â
âYeah, well, whatever. That was two seconds ago.â
âSoâŚlet me get this straight, you donât want me to pitch in?â
âNo. I want you to have wanted to pitch in SIX MONTHS AGO.â
âOkay but what the fuck am I supposed to do about that now?â
âNOTHING!!!â you finally snap at him, the shrill to your voice startling him slightly to where you see his shoulders jump, and his eyes are now rounded blue as he looks at you. âThereâs nothing you can do about it, thereâs nothing you can do to get me to âlighten upâ or âact softerâ or whatever the fuck kind of damage control you aim to achieve with me due to your pestering incessant need to be liked by every fucking person you come across. So just deal with the fact that I hate you and let me do it in peace.â
Heâs silent for what feels like a long time as he blinks at you, his bottom lip pushing up slightly in a way that suggests heâs almost impressed by your little outburst, then he takes a step forward, and in that one large stride, heâs closed any distance between the two of you. Your back is up against the frigid steel of the fridge, your heels tucked under the warm rubber at the foot of it, and youâre looking up at Gojo as he towers over you, his hands still annoyingly and relaxedly shoved into his pockets.
âDo you think itâs gonna be a problem that I think youâre kinda hot when youâre mad?â he asks you.
A small puff of air leaves your lips, like you just canât believe the audacity, but also having him this close to you suddenly made it a little harder to breathe. âCâ...Can you just be fucking serious for one second?â
His head dips down, the fringe of his hair tickling your forehead, tip of his nose slightly brushing against yours, but his gaze never falls to your lips. âYou think Iâm not being stupid fuckinâ serious when I say that youâre hot?â
âSââ your breath hitches in your throat, and his gaze finally falls to the lick you pass over your lips, âSatoruââ
Like God himself answered to your (cognitively dissonant) prayers, the bell rings, and Gojo leans himself away from you, straightening his spine so he can glance over his shoulder towards the door, a slight look of irritation on his face through the furrow of his brow.
You blink up at him. âAâ...Are you expecting someone?â
He rubs the back of his neck. âNo. Donât think so.â He sighs before shuffling around the kitchen island and across the dining hall towards the entryway of the house, and you peer at the sight from across the hall.
When he opens the door, you see Sana standing outside, dressed in mom jeans and a t-shirt with her black Coach purse slung around her shoulder, arms crossed, and you barely register the fact that she looks pissed.
âSana?â Gojo says, âwhatâs up.â
She entirely ignores him when she catches sight of you, pushing right past him and into the family room that you were currently finding solace in.
âYou,â she points at you, storming right up to your personal space, âwhat the hell did you say to Juno when you were babysitting her?!â
âH-Huh??â you squeak out, taking a step backwards. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou told her to fight kids at school?!â she snarls at you, and your eyes widen.
âWhat?â you say, your face twisting with confusion, âIâ...I never said that. I just said that she should stand up for herself if she needs to.â
Sana inhales deeply with rage, leaning back and jutting her hip out as she crosses her arms again. âYeah, well, I had to pick her up early from school today because the principal called and told me she shoved a little girl on the playground during recess, and now sheâs facing suspension.â
Gojo approaches suddenly from your periphery, standing in front of you as he faces Sana. You stand on your tiptoes to peer at her over his shoulder. âWhat? Why would Juno do something like that?
You hear Sana start to tap her foot impatiently against the hardwood floor, and then she turns her head away from Gojo as a slight hmph! noise leaves her throat. âThe why is irrelevant.â
You poke your head out from behind Gojo and glare at her, but then Gojo turns around suddenly to look at you.
ây/n,â he says, âwhatâs going on?â
âIââ you start, glancing at Sana again who now has a solemn look on her face with pursed lips. You glance back at Gojo, whoâs looking at you with confusion and anticipation. A heat spreads down your neck from the attention of the both of them on you, and youâre not sure what the smart thing to say is, so you figure youâll just tell the truth as it is. â...I just didnât want her getting bullied and thinking she canât stick up for herself.â
At that, you see Gojoâs shoulders stiffen. âBullied?â he repeats after you, then quickly turns towards Sana, âwhat does she mean, bullied? Junoâs getting bullied at school?â
Sana faces him full-on, raising a stern pointed finger between the two of them âNo. Satoru. Stop. You always do this. This has nothing to do with you, so donât even start. Itâs not a big deal, letâs not make it one.â
âThe fuck do you mean itâs not a big deal? Sheâs getting bullied at school, and you want her to just suck it up?â he asks, venom dripping from his tone.Â
âItâs for her benefit!â Sana exclaims. âJun and I have spent months trying to get her into this school! We donât want her getting kicked out.â
âYâknow, Iâmââ you stutter, âIâm gonnaâ...Iâm just gonna go upstairs,â you say, âthis seems like a family matter. I think you guys should probably just settle this on your owââ
âNo,â Gojo says, pointing to the couch that you were standing in front of, âsit down.â
You sit.
Gojo turns to face Sana again, and although you canât see his face, you imagine heâs pissed off from the way Sanaâs shoulders drop slightly and her sharp expression is cut into a more sheepish one.
âWho cares if Juno is suspended for sticking up for herself? Itâs the teachersâ fault for not making sure sheâs safe,â he says.
âShoving other kids is not the solution.â
âWell if you fuck around, then you find out. Kids are too soft these days.â
âThis is not the 90s, Satoru.â
You watch the back and forth between the two of them for the better part of an entire minute, feeling uneasy in the hostile environment of the room, but thereâs a sense of underlying familiarity between the two, one that is recognizable amongst family. And you feel rather foreign, but then remember that, technically speaking, now that youâre married to Gojo, this is your family too.
Amongst the arguing of the adults, none of you noticed that Juno had gotten out of the car in the driveway and was now standing in the doorframe of the front entrance. She looks scared and guilty, fidgeting with her fingers in front of her, and you notice her scrapes and bruises that you tended to last week were now mostly healed.Â
Gojo catches sight of her, and you see his shoulders relax. âJuno, câmere.â
With the permission, she instantly runs towards him and into his arms from where he was crouched down to the floor in order to welcome her, and then she starts sobbing.
âIâmâhic,â she cries, âIâm soâhicâIâm so sowwyyy Uncle ToruâŚIâmâhicâIâm sorry mommyyyy.âÂ
You see Sana sigh and she makes a move to brush Junoâs tear-dampened hair out of her face when Gojo pulls her away from his shoulder by a delicate hold of her bony little shoulders.
âJuno. Listen. If people are being mean to you, then you do exactly as your auntie y/n said. You stand up for yourself. And if that doesnât work, then you cuss at them and threaten to shove their faces into the dirt until they run away with their tails between their legs. Do you understand me?â Gojo tells her.
Sana gives you a pointed look.
âOh, Iââ you put your hands up in front of you, âI didnât say any of that last part.â
âDo you understand me?â Gojo repeats again, and Juno nods her head slowly before she falls back into him and soaks his shirt with tears. âIâm soowwwwwyyyyyy.â
Gojo pats her back a few times to comfort her, and your heart breaks for the little girl. Itâs bad enough to be bullied at school, but then to be reprimanded by your mother the one time you stand up for yourselfâŚyou can imagine how emotionally exhausting that would be for a five-year-old.Â
Juno sniffles, rubbing her snot all over the cotton of Gojoâs shirt, and then pulls her face away to rub at her eye with a weakly closed fist. âIâhicâI justâŚI just wanted him to feelâhicâthe same hurt.â
âHuh? Who?â Gojo asks.
âThe boy,â Juno says, âthe one that shoved me today.â
âIt was a boy?!?!?!â Gojo yells. âAlright. Thatâs it. Iâm grabbing my bat.â
âSatoru.â Sana deadpans.
Sana and Gojo continue to bicker about the ethics of threatening five-year-old boys with baseball bats, going back and forth about how Gojo wasnât actually going to do anything but just wanted to instill fear (heâs lying), while Sana isnât exactly sold on a single pacifist thing that he says, and you sigh, because you realize youâve become invested in one of, what you feel like will become many, of their family quarrels.
Juno sneaks around Gojoâs legs and comes up to you while the arguing is taking place in the background, and she gently taps your knee as youâre seated on the couch. âAuntie y/n,â she whispers.
You rub an eye crustie from her face and then hold her hand in yours. âYes?â
âThank you.â
âMm? For what?â
She smiles at you, her cheeks pink and flush from crying but rounded now in glee. âMy mommy and daddy spoke a lot today at home for first time in long time because of me. Because I listenâded to you. Thank you.â
Your eyes narrow. âWhat do you mean by that, sweetheart?â
Why wouldnât Sana and Jun be on normal talking terms? What does Juno mean that itâs been a long time? What exactly was going on at home?
âJuno,â Sanaâs voice interrupts your thoughts, her arms crossed across her chest, âcâmon. Letâs go.â She points a stern finger at Gojo. âSeriously. I mean it. No baseball bats or rodent traps involved. Iâll talk to the teachers and sort something out.â She glances at you, that strict look on her face now dissolving into one of pure exhaustion. One you can imagine only a mother can face. âSee you later at dinner, you two.â
Juno runs up to her mom and grabs onto her outreached hand, and you see Gojo ruffle her hair as she walks past him, her giggles ringing in the air, and then he sees them out the door.Â
The air is awkward, at least to you, the second he closes the door, and when he turns around to face you, your body stiffens up.
He leans back onto the front door, crossing his arms over his chest. âThanks,â he says, âfor telling Juno to stick up for herself.â
You blink at him. âWell. I donât feel too great about it at the moment, to be honest.â
He sighs. âI just think that Jun and Sana are raising her to beâŚkinda meek. I wish theyâd teach her to be more confident and take up space.â
âMhm,â you nod. Because you agree. Little girls need to learn how to be that way at a young age, because the world is seldom very kind to them.
âWell, what you said to her is what I wouldâve said to her anyways,â he says.
You roll your eyes, standing up from the couch and heading back into the kitchen to presume your work on your peach cobbler. âI never told her to shove kidsâ faces into the dirt. But, uh, sure, I guess so.â
You see Gojo enter the kitchen too in your periphery, but you donât give him any glance or look or attention. From what you can see as you stir around your macerated peaches in a Pyrex bowl, heâs leaning against the island counter about three feet away from you, his hands shoved in his pockets, and heâs watching you. A slight warmth radiates in your cheeks, but you attempt to ignore the nerves by being hypnotized by the pink syrup that pools at the bottom of the bowl.
My mommy and daddy spoke a lot today at home for first time in long time because of me. Because I listenâded to you. Thank you.
An unsettling feeling takes over your senses. It could be the past few years youâve spent walking on eggshells around your mother, or the way youâve become so keen to her energy as a way of staying on top of any shift in her symptoms, any single sign of disease progression, any clue that she wasnât getting better. Any clue that she wasnât doing okay. And you feel a sense of dread, because that skill, you realize, has now made you aware of similar circumstances in the people around you.
Not to mention, you are a child of divorce. You know what that fear feels like.
You just want to know if Juno feels safe at home.
âHey, umâŚâ you start, turning slightly to finally face Gojo, your eyes hesitantly flickering up to meet his gaze, âwhen was the last time you saw your brother-in-law? And with Sana?â
He raises a brow at you. âI just saw them last weekend for one of Junoâs dance recitals.â
âAhâŚI see,â you say. You purse your lips together.Â
Right. Kids say things all the time. They believe in Santa Claus and think that blueberry pancakes are called blubbery pancakes. And they sometimes read too into things, and they sometimes read too little. Surely, things must be okay. Maybe Sana and Jun had had a little argument with some stubbornly thawing cold shoulders, a demeanor that was noticed by their child, and now things have resumed to normal. That was normal. Part of every family. âThatâs good to knowâŚâÂ
You turn away from Gojo to stare back down into the bowl of macerated peaches again. With a furrowed brow, you close your eyes tightly to try to shake the chilly feeling in your bones, and you feel better when you open them again. The slightly numb sensation in your hand dissipates and you have enough dexterity to mix the peaches around in the bowl.
âI wonder what news they want to share with us over dinner,â you say, to quell the awkward silence.
âHm?â Gojo hums, and you see him turn around face the counter now, hovering over the bowl of raw crumble topping you had mixed together, prodding at it with the wooden spoon. âOh, theyâre moving.â
Your head snaps to look at him. âW-What?â
âYeah,â he nonchalantly affirms, scooping up a spoonful of the crumble. âThey wanted to up-size, and move a little closer to the school that Junoâs at. I found them a nice place about an hour from here on the outskirts of the city. They just signed the papers a couple weeks ago.â And then he shoves the spoon into his mouth.
âOhâŚwow,â you say. âOkayâŚâ
âDamn,â Gojo says with surprise laced in his tone, "this is really good.â Heâs staring into the bowl in awe and then scoops up some more crumble with a spoon.
You blink at him, irritated that heâs eating all your ingredients without even asking, and before youâve even finished your dessert. Itâs like he was born to piss you off.
You walk up to him and yank the bowl away, âGimme that.â Then you pull it into the divot of your waist possessively and glare at him.Â
He sighs, and then says something out loud that youâre sure he meant to keep in his head:
âIâll get used to it.â
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[end of chapter 5]
a/n. it feels so strange to post such a short chapter bahaha hopefully the ending isn't too abrupt. but hope you enjoyed! i'm so sorry ab the slow burn in this series aaa but i can try to assure you that it'll all be worth it hopefully lol i'm really excited for what i have planned for this series!! alsooo sorry if there are errors or anything, i'm trying to spend less time editing since it really stalls me n leads to writer's block lol. hope to see you in the next one :) much love! - ellie
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FAST LANE
his criminal background profile || his insta
sunghoon has a need for speed, and yn has a knack for getting under his skinâ now they're playing a dangerous game, and the stakes? so much higher than they expected.
pairing : car thief!sunghoon x sarcastic!yn
genre : smut, light humour?? idk angst
wc : 12k.
part of the criminal love series
minors DO NOT interact!!!!
you swing open the backdoor of the club and it hits the brick wall behind it, but you donât care. you just want to get the hell out of there. you huff and pull out your pack of cigarettes, putting it in your mouth and lighting it.Â
when the nicotine enters your lungs, you start to feel a little less overwhelmed.Â
you pull out your phone, briefly looking over all your unanswered texts that youâve sent to your friends. they had begged you to come out with them tonight, but within the first hour all three of them had ditched you for some random guys.Â
âfuck this weekend,â you mutter to yourself, exhaling the smoke frustratingly.Â
the backdoor of the club leads to a practically deserted street that only has one street lamp that lights up the space around you. you open the uber app and call one for yourself, wanting to just go home and go to bed. you can hear the slight thump of the bass from the music in the club behind you and some traffic from the nearby streets. you confirm your ride after you sigh at the price of it.Â
then, a sudden movement in your peripheral vision takes your attention away from worrying about your bank account to looking across the street. you see a figure in all black hunched over a parked, black car. you can tell from his movements that heâs obviously trying to pick the lock.Â
you glance both ways down the street to see if anyone else is seeing what youâre seeing, but itâs just as dead as it was when you came out. thereâs no one around except for you and this apparent car thief.Â
âyouâre joking,â you mutter, the cigarette between your lips wobbling as you speak.Â
you take a moment to consider your options. you know you should just ignore him and wait for your uber to take you to your warm bed. but the way heâs so obviously picking the lock of this car annoys you.Â
you huff in frustrations before you take the first step off the clubâs step and walk across the street to the thief in all black.Â
âyou know, breaking into cars is illegal,â you say, loud enough for him to hear you. he doesnât let go of the car handle as he turns to look at you.Â
he gives you a once-over, basically judging your appearance with not a hint of shame. a small grin spreads across his face, âoh really? thanks for the legal advice, counselor.âÂ
you canât help but contort your face into one of disgust at his response. you cross your arms over your chest as you stay put. the man seems so casual and confident about breaking into this car with you standing right there. he seems almost amused by your presence.Â
âwell iâm just saying, if youâre gonna break into a car, maybe make sure no one else is around.âÂ
he doesnât say anything but he laughs lowly as he finally pops open the carâs lock. he swings open the door and leans on it with an accomplished expression on his face. his stance allows the distant street light to gleam over his face, letting you get a better look of his face. his sharp jawline, deep brown eyes and moles make him insanely hot.Â
âyou should get out of here, sweetheart,â he says honestly, âa pretty girl like you shouldnât be caught up at a crime scene.âÂ
you scoff, not believing the criminal is telling you what to do, âi can do what i want.âÂ
his face only stays in his amused expression, âwell of course,â he spins and bends down to sit in the driverâs seat, âbut you know smoking cigarettes is bad for you.â
your lips curl in annoyance from his mocking. before you can say anything else to the criminal, heâs slamming the door shut and throwing the car into drive. he winks at you through the window before he steps on the gas, taking off down the street.Â
suddenly, a honk from behind startles you and forces you to turn around. your uber is pulled over, the driver calling you over. you whip your head back around to see the car thief, but his fast car is long gone.Â
you huff and walk to your uber, getting in the backseat and saying hello to the driver. you settle into the seat as your driver pulls off the curb and you notice the way your skin is pringling. the adrenaline rushing through you causes your heart to stutter in your chest. all you can think of is the thief and the way he was so nonchalant and confident throughout the entire encounter. you had never met someone like him before.Â
you try to relax, wanting to shake off the adrenaline so you can crawl into bed as soon as you get home.
you didnât even want to go out tonight in the first place.Â
the next week, your friends had somehow dragged you to another club with the promise of âthis one will be betterâ. youâre not there for long and youâre already regretting agreeing to come. you head to the bar for another drink.Â
you tell the bartender your order and he turns to start to make it. you notice a man standing beside you, and when you look at him, you instantly recognize him. itâs him. the car thief from the week before. the man youâve been thinking about all week.Â
his eyes find yours instantly, noticing your staring, and the smirk youâve memorized spreads slowly across his face, âso⌠youâre stalking me now?â
you snort, âin your dreams.âÂ
he leans in closer to you, to make sure that you can hear him over the music, âwell i wouldnât mind dreaming about you.âÂ
you choose to ignore him, âarenât you worried i might, i donât know⌠spill your little car-stealing secret?âÂ
ânoâ
âand why not?âÂ
you watch as his eyes scan your entire face, and then swivel down to your body. you feel your cheeks lighten because of him practically analyzing your entire being with no shame.Â
âthatâll be eight bucks,â the bartender's voice beats you to saying anything. before you can reach for your wallet, the thief is dropping the money on the counter. you open your mouth to stop him, but the bartender scoops up the money and leaves to serve another customer.Â
ây/n! whatâs taking so long? come dance with me!â your friendâs impatient voice is clear in your ear as her hand lands on your shoulder and spins you around to face her. you turn your head back around to where the thief was standing, but of course, heâs already gone.Â
your friend narrows her eyes, âwho was that guy?âÂ
âi donât know⌠but he bought me a drink.âÂ
your friend nudges you, wiggling her eyebrows, but you just laugh her off. you lead her back to your friend group so you can all dance again. but throughout the whole night, you find yourself glancing over your shoulder, searching for a glimpse of the car thief in the crowd. he never reappears, and youâre left with a weird mix of disappointment and relief.Â
after all, he is a criminal, why would you be looking for him?
ânight guys!â you call out to the rest of your coworkers, who have to stay late to clean the kitchen.Â
you had to stay late at work tonight since saturday nights are usually the busiest time for you. so when you step out into the cool night air and away from the sweaty kitchen, you instantly need to light up a cigarette to take the edge off. you tuck your apron into your purse as you take the first puff for your walk home.Â
you donât get far into your smoke or walk before you hear the engine of a car pull up beside you. you donât recognize the car, but you sure enough recognize the driver. his cocky grin fills his entire face as he leans on his elbow against the open window.Â
âreally? you stalking me now?â you question him as he slows down the car, matching your walking pace.Â
âwant a ride? or are you just gonna walk all night?âÂ
you donât slow down, keeping your walking pace steady as you drag on your cigarette. youâre trying your best to not look so affected by his presence. âi can walk. unlike you, i donât need a stolen car to get places.âÂ
he laughs and it makes your stomach flip. âokay, but this one isnât stolen, sweetheart.âÂ
your eyes narrow at the pet name, but you donât slow down your pace, âyeah, right.âÂ
âseriously!â he insists, âitâs my friends! he let me borrow it!â you glance at him, and he can tell youâre not convinced. âi swear! i wouldnât let you get in a stolen car.âÂ
the last part makes something shift inside of youâ something similar to disappointment. but you stop walking, mid-step, like your bodyâs decided before your mind has even begun to process it.Â
he notices, and the car comes to a smooth stop right beside you. the street is silent, and itâs just you and him looking at each other, waiting.Â
âokay, let me in.âÂ
he doesnât hesitate to reach over the centre console and open the door for you at your request.Â
you slide into the passenger seat and settle in, the carâs leather seats are cool beneathâ but itâs a lot warmer in the car than it is outside. you shut the door, and without missing a beat, the thief shifts gears and pulls away from the curb. the city lights flicker past you as the car picks up speed quickly.Â
you direct him towards your apartment as he tears down the streets. you wish he wouldn't drive so fast, just so that you could stay beside him longer.Â
âso, whyâre you walking so late at night anyways, donât you know itâs dangerous?â he says, questioning you.Â
âi got off work late.âÂ
âwhere do you work?âÂ
âronnieâs,â you say, gesturing down the street behind you, âyou know, down the block.âÂ
he nods, he knows the exact place.Â
âwhy are you driving around so late?â you question him now.Â
he shrugs, âhad stuff to do.âÂ
âlike what? stealing cars?âÂ
he laughs over the steering wheel, âno, not tonight. i had to pick up a payment for one.â you roll your eyes and scoff, turning to look out the window again. âwhat? you were the one who asked.âÂ
you donât say anything in response. youâre second guessing as to why you even got in the car with him. you know that heâs bad newsâ but youâve been so intrigued by him since you first met. he talks too casually about what he does, heâs completely fearless.Â
âso, why do you steal cars, anyways?âÂ
he doesnât need to think about his answer, he keeps the fast speed of the car as he answers, âbecause i need the money. and itâs a lot of money, and itâs quick.âÂ
you glance over at him, your curiosity creeping in about him and the cars. you wonder how much money he gets. âhow do you even do it?âÂ
he glances at you, a doubtful look on his face, âiâm not telling you.âÂ
âwhy not?âÂ
the criminal doesnât shift his focus from the road as he smirks, âbecause youâd get caughtâ and you shouldnât always be in dangerous situations.âÂ
you scoff, âi am not always in a dangerous situation.âÂ
he dryly chuckles as he rests his elbow on the window, his head falling to his arm, âare you forgetting that you i met you because you walked up to me while i was literally committing a crime?âÂ
your mouth gaps open but nothing comes out. you canât find anything to say, so you instead cross your arms tighter and look back out the window. you donât mean to be in âdangerousâ situations, but you canât help but crave something new and adventurous sometimes.Â
the rest of the drive to your apartment is silent besides the low volume of the radio playing some song you donât know. thankfully, since heâs speeding, so you get to your apartment quickly so you can get out of this awkward hell. part of you wants to run out of the car as soon as he stops, but the other part of you wants to stay with him for longer. you want to talk with the man whoâs been taking up your mind for weeks now.Â
but, when the car slows to a stop outside of your apartment, your hand is quick to reach the door handle. you look at him, not knowing exactly what to say besides, âthanks.âÂ
he smirks at you, âjust, stay out of trouble, sweetheart.âÂ
âmy name is y/n! stop calling me that.âÂ
the thiefâs smile turns into a mischievous smile and you hate that it makes your heart skip a beat, âiâm sunghoon.âÂ
sunghoon. the name rings in your head. you hadnât expected him to have such a soft name. you canât decide if it suits him or not. you stand up out of his car and onto the sidewalk.Â
âgood night, y/n.âÂ
ânight, sunghoon.âÂ
you turn and head to the front door of your apartment building. you donât hear the loud screech of the carâs tires until youâre safely inside.
youâre walking home from your friends house, your lighter is almost out of fuel as you try to light your cigarette. the lit cigarette lights up your face in the dark night. you pass by the cityâs old car dealershipâ the one whoâs always trying to sell some broken down carâ and you see the all too familiar figure in all black, hunched over a black sedan.Â
you smirk around your cigarette, shaking your head as you cross the empty street and duck through the gate of the dealership.Â
âreally?â you ask, your hand on your hip as you watch him jump slightly. he glances over his shoulder in shock, but once he realizes itâs you, you can see his whole body relax.Â
âwhyâre you here?âÂ
âbecause i saw you.âÂ
he rolls his eyes as he goes back to picking the sedanâs lock, âyouâre not helping me jack this car, y/n.âÂ
you canât hide the annoyed pout on your face, âwho said i wanted to?âÂ
you hear sunghoon chuckle deeply, his attention on the lock as he speaks, âbecause i can tell you want to. and beside the fact that youâre still standing here while i commit a crime and youâre not screaming for help.âÂ
âwell, i can scream for help if you want me to.âÂ
sunghoon glances over his shoulder at you, an annoyingly amused smirk on his face, âyou wouldnât dare.âÂ
your eyes narrow in response, you donât like how he can seemingly always look right through you. itâs like he knows that all week, the thought of the large amount of money you could make by stealing one car has kept you up at night. how just one theft could change your financial life, just for a bit. money has always been tight for you, youâve always lived paycheck to paycheck since you were a child. so, stealing one car with him wouldnât hurt anyone, but it would help your wallet.Â
then, a loud bang echoes through the dealership. it makes both you and sunghoon jump back as it cuts through the quiet night.Â
âwhoâs out here? you better leave!â an angry, male voice yells out to the parked cars.Â
before you could react, sunghoon is pulling you down to the pavement with him, using the sedan to cover yourselves from the manâs view. you glance at sunghoon, who only brings his index finger to his mouth to signal for you to stay quiet. his hand is still on your wrist as you both crawl to the passenger side of the sedan.Â
you can feel your heartbeat pick up itâs pace as you hide, pressed up against the sedanâs cool metal. youâre sure your eyes are blown out in fear. sunghoon looks the complete opposite of you. his eyes are steady and his hands are shaking like yours are. your heavy breaths make sunghoon look at you, quickly covering your mouth with his warm hand.Â
you hear footsteps approaching your position, rocks rolling as the manâs foot kicks them with his steps. and thenâ a metallic click. a gun.Â
if it wasnât for sunghoonâs hand over your mouth, you think you wouldâve screamed. you stay quiet, your eyes locked on sunghoonâs clam ones ass you listen to the manâs footsteps. they seem tomove farther away from the sedan. sunghoon pulls his hand away from you, âstay here.âÂ
before you could protest, he slips around the car, leaving you alone against the car, imagining what would happen if the man with the gun catches you. you force yourself to be quiet, waiting for anything to happen, telling yourself that sunghoonâs got it under control.Â
then, the passenger door by your head clicks open. sunghoon is in the car, waving his hand for you to get in, âquick.â with no hesitation, you jump inside the car, closing the door after you as quiet as possible. you duck down, trying to hide against the seat. sunghoon is working underneath the steering wheelâ until the engine comes to life, breaking any silence that was left in the dealership.Â
âhey! what do you think youâre doing?â the manâs voice is louder and even more angry as sunghoon steps his foot on the pedal, causing the car to rush forward. sudden gunshots make you flinch as sunghoon drives forward, ripping through the gates and floors it onto the empty streets. you canât count how many gunshots you heard, they kept firing after the car until finally the dealership was out of sight. your grip on the door handle beside you makes your knuckles turn white.Â
the carâs speed scares you as sunghoon swerves through the city. he keeps switching his attention from the street in front of him to you beside him.Â
âare you okay? are you hurt?â his voice comes out as frightened and rush, the first time youâve seen him like this.Â
âiâm fine, iâm fine! justâ drive!â you force it out so he can focus on driving and getting you the hell out of there.Â
sunghoon nods and steps on the gas some more, speeding through the city. you can barely see anything out the window from how fast sunghoon is drivingâ only flashes of the lights from the street lamps and stores. heâs quick to leave the city, driving down dirty country roads where the lights turn into tall dark trees.Â
sunghoon stops the car when a break in the trees is found. he pulls the car into it and you can see the entire city below you. everything is quiet now that youâre away from the city. he cuts the engine.Â
your chest is still heaving from the adrenaline when you look over at him, his eyes looking at yours at the same time. when you look at him, the mood in the car changes from panic to relief. relief that you got away, that sunghoon got away safely.
youâre the first one to let out a little chuckle, realization starting to take over. but then sunghoon cracks his own smile, a laugh following soon after. then, the car is filled with both of you losing it, your eyes squinting from laughing so hard in realizing what had just happened. the adrenaline rush has turned from fear into excitement.Â
before you can even think, your hands cup his face, pulling him into you. your lips impulsively kiss his, feeling his warm ones on your cold ones. but then, your face starts heating up in embarrassment when youâve realized what youâve done. you practically jump away from him, pressing yourself up against the passenger door behind you.Â
âsorry, sorry! i was justâ,â you stutter, trying to find an explanation, âi mean, we just got away! and i was so happy thatââÂ
before you could finish your ramble, sunghoon leans over the centre console and presses his lips back onto yours. this kiss is more certain and confident than yours. his eyes are closed as his lips work against yours, and yours soon follow once the shock has faded.Â
sunghoon pulls away slightly, his forehead resting on yours as his dark eyes look into yours. you can tell that his breathing is heavier than usual, like his composure has finally dissipated. you can only stare back at him, your eyes shifting from his eyes to lips that you want to feel again so badly.Â
âwhat⌠whatâre you doing?â you ask him, not expecting his reaction.Â
your breath hitches when you feel his hands move to your face, his thumb brushing over the top of your cheek. heâs so close to you, you can hardly think. he murmurs quietly, âyou make me lose all control, y/n.â you can tell from his eyes that heâs being honestâ and it scares him and you. âeverytime iâm around you, or even look at you⌠i have to remind myself to focus.âÂ
his forehead is still resting on yours as he speaks. youâre sure he can hear how quick your poor heart is beating. âsunghoon,â you say his name but thatâs all that comes out.Â
he smirks at your lack of words, his thumb tracing along your jaw, âyouâre way too good for me, sweetheart,â he lets his eyes close as he finishes the sentence, âbut i need you so bad.âÂ
âare you⌠are you serious?âÂ
sunghoon chuckles softly, âof course i am,â his fingers brush back the strand of hair on your face, âiâve wanted you since the first time i saw youâ but, i shouldnât be allowed to want you. iâm not good for you.âÂ
you see the way his eyes tense at his confession, his jaw tightening. âyou can want me, sunghoon. i want you too, so much.âÂ
he lets out a slow breath, his hands sliding down your body and around your waist, âif we start this, y/n, id ont think iâll be able to stop.â his voice is full of longing and precaution.Â
âthen donât.âÂ
your lips meet again almost instantlyâ the final strand holding sunghoon back breaks. the kiss is much rougher than the last two, setting the pace for the rest of the time you have in the stolen car.Â
âyouâre so beautiful, you know that, right?â sunghoonâs deep voice asks, his hot skin warm against yours. you want to respond, but heâs quick to gather your lips in his again. he doesnât hesitate to push his tongue inside your mouth. he starts exploring your mouth, and you let him. wanting to taste him just as much as he wants to taste you.Â
sunghoonâs hand starts to slide down your neck, making you shiver. he tugs at the bottom of your shirt before he lifts it so it pools at your neck, making your breasts exposed. his fingers hurriedly brush against your newly bare skin. youâve wanted this for such a long time, every movement of his leaves you squirming with anticipation. youâve thought about this man every night since youâve met him in that empty street all those weeks ago. âso fucking pretty,â he whispers, his breath hot as it fans against your neck. you canât help but let out a soft moan of his name as he cups your breast in his large palm.Â
âit feels that good already, sweetheart?â he teases you, his voice is hoarse when he speaks. the nickname makes you whine out. itâs been repeating in your mind since the first heâs called you it. you nod, unable to form words as pleasure surges through your body. his touch is firm and rough, and you need more of him.Â
sunghoon leans over your body, gathering your mouth in a hungry kiss. the intensity between you is increasing rapidly. youâre quick to kiss him back this time. your hands arenât shy anymoreâ you tangle them in his hair and pull him closer. everything about him is so addicting.Â
sunghoon breaks away from the kiss to get air and starts leaving a trail of wet kisses down your jawline, nipping and sucking on it, âi want to taste every inch of youâ mark you everywhere.â he murmurs, his hands now on the button of your jeans, unbuttoning it. you donât stop him from sliding the denim down your hips until your bottom half is only in your panties.
âyouâre so fucking wet,â he growls out, his fingers dipping into the damp fabric, stroking your slick folds. âi canât wait to feel you around me.â his words have you keen, your body needing him more than you had thought.Â
he pulls your panties to the side, exposing your sopping pussy. he starts to tease your entrance with his fingers, circling your clit. the smallest touch from him has you gasping and writhing against the stolen carâs seat already. âplease,â you beg, your voice desperate. Â
ânot yet, sweetheart,â his whispers to you with a tsk, âi want to make you beg for it.â with that, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them to find your sweet spot. he starts to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb working your clit in circles at the same time.Â
your head is thrown back against the window already. the feeling of his long, slim fingers inside of you have your knees shaking on either side of his body. you canât stop the whimpers of his name falling from your lips.Â
sunghoon starts to pound his two fingers in and out of your soaking core. the squelching sound of his fingers entering and exiting filled the stolen car. your cries increased and you started bucking your hips up and off the seat, trying to match his pace.Â
he only chuckled darkly at your movements, ârelax, relax.â he said, his pace slowing down as he leaned over you and pressed his lips to yours. your eyes close instantly, taking in the feeling of his lips on yours and his fingers rubbing your g spot.Â
âiâm, iâm close.â you whimper out to him when he pulls back. your eyebrows furrow as his thumb starts to rub circles on your clit again.Â
âhold it for a bit,â sunghoon asks, âi wanna take my time with you.â is lips start pressing kisses into your neck again, biting and sucking on the skin. he wants to leave as many marks as he canâ wants you to remember him everytime you look in the mirror. his hand moving quickly in between your legs kept you in place, pressed against the passenger side door. the window cool on your warm, sweaty back.Â
âi c-canât!â you cry out, you feel your orgasm approaching so strong and quick.Â
you see his eyes darken at your confession, it makes your heart pick up pace as you watch a smirk spread across his lips before he speaks, âare you not gonna be a good girl for me, y/n?â the words rush through you and straight to your core, youâre sure he can feel the way your pussy throbs around his fingers even more. âare you not gonna listen to me, sweetheart?âÂ
you try to answer him but his fingers are working viciously on your pussy; two fingers continuously pounding into you whilst his thumb rubs circles all over your clit, so messily.Â
sunghoon doesnât like your lack of response, and suddenly his hand is around your neck, choking you with your head pressed against the window behind you. his fingers on his other hand donât leave your tight walls. âi think you should listen to me, y/n. because sluts donât get to cum, do you understand?âÂ
ây-yes,â you try to nod, but his hands wrapped around your neck forbid you.Â
a smile spreads on his lips again, âgood girl.âÂ
sunghoon leans down and kisses your harshly. heâs all over your body, taking control of all of your senses. heâs fingers are massaging your mesh walls, his thumb is spreading your juices all over your clit. his hand is threatening the oxygen to your head and his lips are taking your breath away. heâs all that you can think about.Â
âyou donât like following orders unless it gets you to cum, is that right?â his voice is deep in your ear when he pulls away from your lips again. his tongue is trailing under your jaw.Â
ân-no!âÂ
his teeth bite down on your jaw at your answer, âoh câmon, y/n. donât act like youâre not a slut for me. look at you, your legs spread open for me, tits out,â he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth briefly, causing you to cry, âadmit that you like being fucked like a whore.âÂ
sunghoonâs degrading only makes your core focus more on your orgasm, your brain becoming hazy as the pleasure continues to take over your body.Â
âanswer me,âÂ
all you could do was nod with a weak whimper leaving your mouth. your body felt like it was on overdrive as you tried to hold back your orgasm for him, so you could be his good girl.Â
âsay it, say that youâre my slut.âÂ
âi-iâm, your s-slut!â you practically yell out into the car. you could feel the sweat dripping down your foreheadâ the windows fogging up, just from your breath.Â
âgood girl,â sunghoon smiles darkly. his hand suddenly starts to pound so hard into your pussy. your body was jerking up against the seat with every thrust of his hand. ânow, beg me to let you cum.âÂ
âp-please!âÂ
sunghoon only chuckles, âoh câmon, i know you can do better than that, sweetheart.âÂ
you swallow harshly, âplease, l-let me cum, i need it so bad, sir.âÂ
the name falls out of your mouth so willingly that it makes that evil, lust filled look in his eye turn even darker. âthen cum, whore.âÂ
with his permission, the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over you. âoh god!â you cry out. your body starts convulsing as your orgasm tears through you. your head is thrown back against the cold, passenger window. his fingers are relentless, fucking into you until you have to pull his fingers out of you.Â
you feel your tired pussy gaping around nothing as you keep your legs spread, your body still as you try to calm down from your high. in the moonlight, you can see sunghoonâs fingers glistening.Â
you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off with a satisfied grin. âfuck you taste so good.â he moans around his own fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
once your juices are off his fingers, and before you can catch your breath, sunghoon is grabbing your waist and pulling you across the centre console and placing you right on his lap. you straddle him, feeling his hard length straining against his jeans. âi want you to ride me, sweetheart.â his voice commands, filled with authority.Â
you reach down, your fingers shaking as they reach for his zipper. you so desperately want to feel his hard cock inside of you. sunghoon helps with the zipper, his neediness makes him impatient, too.Â
in a second, his cock springs free from his jeans and you can see that the tip is already glistening with his precum. you canât help but let out a quiet gasp at the sight. your pussy clenches around nothing but the thought of him stretching you open.Â
sunghoon guides your hips, positioning his cock at your entrance. he goes slow, not wanting to overstimulate your pussy too much. your body slowly slides down, taking him deep inside of you. you both groan in unison as he fills you, stretching you perfectly.Â
âfuck, youâre so tight,â he practically moans out, his head falling back onto the driverâs seat. you glance down at his exposed neck and you canât help but reach down and press a deep kiss into the soft, smooth skin. his hand slinks through your hair, keeping you there, letting you leave your mark on him. âyouâre so hot.â
when youâre done and you sit up again, your lips are swollen from leaving the now red mark on his neck. youâve now adjusted to his size, feeling every vein and ridge of his thick shaft.Â
âmove, sweetheart.â he growls now, wanting you to set the pace for him. and you oblige.Â
you lift your hips up and then sink back down, taking him in a slow, deliberate stroke. his cock glides in and out of you, rubbing against your sweet spots, sending pleasure coursing through your body.Â
sunghoon leans forward, his mouth capturing one of your nipples, sucking and biting. âyou feel so goodâ so much better than i even thought.â your pussy clamps down around his cock at the mention of him thinking about what your pussy would feel like. the image of his hand wrapped around his cock, late at night, moaning your name and fucking his cock into his hand, thinking about your pussy. âyeah? you like knowing that i think about your pussy? think about you?âÂ
you nod, your breaths quickening, âi think about you, too. i wanted to your cock inside of me for so long.âÂ
sunghoon smiles at your confession, and reaches up to gather your lips against his again. you quicken your pace, riding him harder, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. the car is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, your moans and his deep whispers.Â
âfuck, thatâs it, take my cock, y/n. itâs all yours.â he encourages you, his hands squeezing your ass, guiding your movements.Â
the pressure builds again, an intense pleasure coiling low in your belly. "i'm gonna cum," you pant, your body on the brink of another orgasm.
âfuck, okay,â sunghoon speaks breathlessly, âcum with me.â he grips your hips tightly, helping you by lifting you slightly and then slamming you back down onto his cock. he starts pounding into your from below, his cock thrusting deep, hitting all the right spots.Â
you cling to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. "oh, fuck!" you cry out, your body trembling as the orgasm engulfs you. sunghoon grunts, his hips snapping up, driving his cock even deeper as he spills his hot cum inside you.Â
you lean down to rest your head on his shoulder, your body weak. both of your chests are heaving against each other as you try to catch your breaths. sunghoon rubs his hands up and down your back, soothing your weak body.Â
when you feel strong enough again you start to lift your hips up and sunghoon helps you. he sets you down on the passenger seat before he starts looking through the car for something to wipe the mess between your legs. he finds some tissues in the glove department and he smiles sheepishly at you before he starts gently wiping the sticky cum and juices off of your core.Â
both of you fix your clothes and youâre left in silence, the windows slowly unfogging so you can see the city down below again.Â
as you sit in the passenger seat, the silence feels thick, like neither of you knows what to say. you keep your hands tight together in your lap.Â
âi should uh, get you home.â sunghoon finally speaks, and you notice how he can barely look at you.Â
âuh sure, right.âÂ
when he starts to drive again, he just stares straight ahead, one hand gripping the steering wheel as he changes the channel on the radio, which is playing some retro love song youâve never heard before.Â
you shift in your seat, feeling anxiety creep up your spine. this wasnât supposed to feel so intense. all youâd wanted was a little adventure, a bit of cash, and maybe some time to you look at the car thief who you found insanely attractive.Â
you never thought sunghoon, with his impossible calm and that quiet confidence, would actually⌠want you back. but tonight, he let his cool, calm and collected demeanor dropâ just for you. and now youâre left with wondering what it could mean.Â
he pulls up to your apartment building not long after you start to see the city lights again. he taps his fingers against the steering wheel, glancing at the dashboard instead of you. âsoâŚâ he says, his voice softer than usual. âi guess iâll see you around.âÂ
âyeah.â you nod, gripping the door handle, feeling like youâre supposed to say something but coming up blank. âthanks for the⌠ride.â the words feel so lame, but what else is there to say?
he gives you a tiny smile, the corner of his mouth quirking up. âsure. anytime.â
a pause stretches between you, long enough that it feels like maybe one of you should say somethingâanythingâto break the weird tension. but instead, you just close the passenger door of the stolen car and give a small wave to him as you turn and walk toward your apartment.Â
tonight, he drives away before you can even enter the apartment building.
you havenât seen the car thief, sunghoon, in two whole weeks.Â
youâve replayed that last night with him multiple times in your head, youâre sure you havenât forgotten a single detail. still, you think about all the âwhat ifsâ of that night. all the things you should or would have done differently. you shake your head, cringing at yourself for the hundredth time.Â
itâs late now, another night where youâre practically dragging yourself home from work. youâre wondering how your life can feel so hard and boring all at once. you tug your purse over your shoulder tightly and start your walk home, telling yourself to not get stuck on the thought of sunghoon again.Â
and then, like your life is some huge joke, a car pulls up beside you. you donât even have to look to know whoâs inside.Â
before you can finish telling yourself to not glance over at the car, you glance over. your heart stutters when sure enough, sunghoon is sitting in the driver's seat of the car. he has that annoying smirk on his face that youâve gone back and forth of hating and loving.Â
still, the hurt of being ignored by him for two weeks after you fucked is still fresh. you scoff, rolling your eyes as he slows down beside you.
âwhatâs with that? arenât you happy to me?â he says, his lips forming into an exaggerated pout.Â
you tell yourself to not look at him and to keep walking home, âno.âÂ
âno?â he mocks, pretending to be offended, âdonât tell me itâs âcause i didnât call you! i didnât have your number, y/n!â
âitâs not that,â you mutter, not sure if youâre even telling the truth yourself.
âoh, really?â he says, tilting his head. âthen why donât you get in the car?â you shrug him off and keep walking. âwhat, youâre suddenly scared of getting into a stolen car?â he teases, grinning. âthis oneâs my friendâs.â
you glance at the car, recognizing it instantlyâyeah, itâs his friendâs. he used it once to drive you home last month. you say nothing, eyes forward, and keep walking.
âcâmon, y/n,â his voice softens, the car matching your walking pace beside you. âdonât be like. iâm sorry! just get in, and weâll talk.âÂ
âyou didnât have my number, but you knew where i lived.â you raise a brow, finally looking over at him, and he falls silent. he bites his lip, knowing that youâre right and he couldâve talked to you a lot sooner than two weeks later.Â
still, he doesnât give up. âplease, y/n, just get in. we can talk.â you donât answer, the thoughts in your head are so conflicting. mentally switching between how hurt youâve been to how addicting his touch is. âiâll buy you food.â
you pause, narrowing your eyes at him. at the mention of food, though, he knows heâs won. he stops the car, smiling in victory as he gestures to the passenger side. âget in.âÂ
with an exasperated sigh you walk over and slip into the seat, you hate how hungry you are right now.
you sit in the passenger seat as you finish your burger that sunghoon had bought you.Â
when youâre both done, sunghoon leans back in his seat and glances over at you. his eyes are aching as they meet yours, âiâm sorry i didnât come to see you sooner.âÂ
you just give him a skeptical âhmâ in response, raising a brow as you wipe your hands on a napkin.
he sighs again. âiâve just been⌠stressed. busy. workâs been a lot and i didnât want to get you wrapped up in this mess. last time we were together, i felt like i did just thatâdragged you right into the middle of all this car-theft stuff. you donât deserve any of that, y/n. i just want you to be safe.â
 âi understand that, but iâm an adult. i can make my own decisions, you know? and so can you, by the way. you couldâve come to see me, especially after⌠well, after what we did last time.â
he looks away, guilt flickering across his face as he nods, biting his lip. âi know. i just⌠i like you, y/n. a lot. and i wish my life wasnât such a complete shit show right now.â
âmy lifeâs a mess, too. but iâd still make an effort to see you.â
sunghoon sighs, âi know, i know. i messed up, okay? i handled it all wrong, and iâm sorry. okay? iâm sorry.â
you donât say anything right away, just look down at your drink, setting it carefully in the cup holder. âokay,â you finally say. thereâs a mix of relief and caution settling in your chest. sunghoon is complicated, and so are your feelings for him. âhave you ever thought about, like⌠you know, just having a normal job? a normal life?â
sunghoon snorts, âyeah i tried that, but not many people want to hire a guy who doesnât even have a high school diploma.â you nod in understanding, so he continues, âand why do you want to steal cars? and donât say you donât want toâi saw how excited you were when we drove off a few weeks ago.â
you bite your lip, debating how much to actually tell him. you donât share much with, well anyone. his pleading eyes convince you to tell him some parts, âwell iâve been on my own since i was 16, so moneyâs always been tight. so i just needed some more money. iâm sick of working all day, every day, just to go home, sleep, and start all over. i wanted⌠something different. something exciting.â
sunghoon listens, but looks away, shaking his head with a small smile, ây/n, i get it,â he says, sighing. âbut crime isnât exactly the way, you know? itâs bad, itâs dangerous.â
you laugh, raising an eyebrow. âright. youâd know all about being bad, wouldnât you?â
his smirk flickers, and he doesnât deny it. instead, he just watches you quietly for a second, his expression unreadable, âokay but,â he mutters under his breath, âbut itâs different now. ever since iâve met you, you make me want to be good.âÂ
something in his voice makes your stomach flip. youâre both happy and scared at the same time. youâre trying not to grin, but his hand comes up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you canât help it. itâs what youâve wanted to hear from him. the look in his eyes is warm and knowing.Â
before you can think twice, he leans in, close enough that you catch a hint of his cologne, and then he kisses you, his lips as soft as you remembered. and in that moment, you both know youâre already deeper than you meant to be.Â
your lips barely part from sunghoonâs when the screech of tires slices through the air, and suddenly, the night feels way too quiet again. you both freeze, eyes snapping to the headlights of a dark car that pulls into the parking lot.
you barely have time to react as the car comes to a stop. three men step out, all of them wearing expressions that scare you as they start to approach you and sunghoon. they have nasty scowls on their faces and it makes your heart beat rapidly in your chest.Â
sunghoon shifts, stepping out of the car without looking at you, without saying a word. he looks just as terrifying as the three men do. heâs tense and so are you.Â
"you really thought you could mess with us and get away?" one of them sneers as they look at sunghoon like heâs already dead and it sends a chill through your body.Â
âsunghoon, letâs just go! please!â you call out to him from inside the car.Â
the guy who spoke first takes a step towards the car, putting his hand on the roof as he bends down to look at you through the window. his eyes are wild and a terrifying smirk spreads on his lips, âoh, youâve got a pretty girl with you tonight, huh park?âÂ
sunghoon instantly shoves the guys shoulder to get him away from the car. and before you can blink, the other two men are pulling out guns, aiming them directly at sunghoon.Â
âdonât talk to her.â sunghoonâs voice is stern and cold as he ignores the guns and stares right at the man who spoke to you.Â
ârelax, relax,â the manâs voice is calm, âweâre not here for her, weâre here for you. because youâre the one who messed with all our engines, right? all the engines to the cars that we canât sell now.âÂ
you see sunghoonâs jaw clench, his hand flexing at his side. youâre unable to move, unable to think of anything except the fact that sunghoonâs standing there, unarmed, against three men with guns.
"you shouldn't have come here," sunghoon finally says, his voice low, "you're making this worse for yourselves."
the guy closest to him scoffs, taking a step closer. "worse for us? youâre the one who made this personal, park. weâre just here to settle it." the man nods to one of the men with a gun, âdo it.âÂ
everything happens so fast after that. someone yells and then a loud gunshot fills the empty parking lot. you swear your heart stops for a moment when you see sunghoon stagger back. his hands fly to this abdomen where red blood is already spreading across his white shirt.Â
âsunghoon!â you scream, your hands fumbling with the car door as panic overtakes you.Â
before you can reach the group of men, sunghoon lunges at one of the men, knocking him back. the guyâs gun slips from his grip, making it skid across the pavement. it lands a few feet away from you. before you can process what youâre doing, your body is diving for the gun, gripping its handle tightly in your shaky hands.Â
ây/n, stay back!â sunghoon yells at you, his voice strained from the pain of his wound. but, you barely register what heâs saying as you aim the gun at the man whoâs holding a gun to sunghoonâs head.
your finger so easily pulls the trigger of the gun. the recoil of the shot makes your arms jolt back. the man who you aimed at stumbles back, his own gun dropping to the pavement as he falls to his knees.Â
suddenly, the weapon in your hand is burning hot in your hand, making you drop it. the other two men freeze, their eyes full of confusion and fear as they scan the scene in front of them. they definitely hadnât been expecting that, and neither were you or sunghoon.Â
âletâs go!â sunghoon shouts, his voice hoarse. his one hand is pressed against his bleeding stomach, his face pale as he tries to mask the pain heâs in. he starts to limp the the driverâs side of the car.Â
âsunghoon, no,â you snap, rushing to his side of the car, âyou canât drive.âÂ
âiâm fine.â he argues, but you can see how much the wound is hurting him. his face doesnât look the same at all. he canât even stand up by himself, heâs holding onto the carâs roof like heâs gonna fall any second.Â
âget in the passenger side, sunghoon.â you voice is a lot more stern that you had intended.Â
you can tell that he wants to argue and protest, but the serious look in your eye makes him give in, âokay.â he carefully limps to the other side of the car. heâs just closing the passenger door when your shaking hands grab the steering wheel.Â
the other three men have scrambled into their own car in front of you, taking off down the street quickly. the pavement below you is a mess of blood. you ignore the sight and panic bubbling up in your chest as you slam your foot on the gas. your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat, but you force yourself to focus.Â
âjust hold on, okay?â you say, your voice trembling. âweâre gonna get you help.â
âno!â sunghoon tries to sit up, âwe canât go to the doctor, y/n! theyâll call the cops! please no!âÂ
your eyes widen further at the realization that you canât call for help, that you had just shot a man whoâs blood is all over the pavement back there. that sunghoon is a thief, that thereâs no way he could get help without going to jail.Â
âfine, fine. no hospital!â you turn the wheel sharply, the tires screeching as you turn down another street, changing the direction you were going in.Â
âyouâre a terrible driver,â he mutters, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk despite the pain.
âshut up, sunghoon,â
before you can think, youâre pulling up to your apartment building. your hands are still trembling as you park the car in the shadows behind the building, where no one will notice it right away. your heart pounds as you glance around, praying none of your neighbors are outside or peeking through their windows.
âcome on, sunghoon,â you mutter, rushing around to the passenger side. he groans as you help him out, his weight leaning heavily on you. thereâs blood everywhereâon your hands, his clothes, the car seat. you wonder what the fuck youâre gonna do.Â
itâs a struggle to get him up the stairs without dropping him or making too much noise. you kept switching between praying for sunghoon to not die right here and for your neighbours to not leave their apartment. you unlock your door with blood that doesnât belong to you on your hands. you practically drag him inside after you to your bathroom.Â
âsit down,âÂ
sunghoon practically falls down on the closed toilet lid, his face pale with droplets of sweat trailing down his face and neck. his white shirt is soaked with blood and you can feel your stomach turn at the sightâ the smell of iron strong when you pull the shirt off of his head.Â
you force yourself to not stare at the open, bloody wound and to move. you pull open the cabinet where you keep your first aid kit.Â
âi can do it,â sunghoon mumbles, trying to sit up straighter. his voice is weak, but his stubbornness is as strong as ever.Â
âno, you canât,â you snap for the second time tonight. you kneel on the bathroom floor in front of him, pulling out all the supplies you might need. âjust let me take care of you, okay?â
he blinks at you, surprised, but doesnât argue. you grab a towel, folding it up before holding it out to him. âbite down on this,â you say softly. âthis is gonna hurt.â
he hesitates for a moment before taking it, pressing it between his teeth. you grab a pair of tweezers from the kit, your hands shaking as you sterilize them with some rubbing alcohol.
âiâm sorry,â you whisper, more to yourself than to him, before pressing your hand firmly against his wound. he tenses, a muffled groan escaping him as you work. you donât think the bullet is lodged too deep, but youâve never done this before. every time you move, he jerks slightly, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of the sink beside him.Â
âhold on,â you murmur, mostly to yourself.Â
with one more try, you manage to pull the bullet out with the tweezers. a trickle of his blood starts to trail down his side. you drop the bullet into the sink and grab some gauze to press against his wound.Â
âiâm so sorry,â you say again, tears filling your eyes as you try to clean the area. youâre just hoping you did everything correctly so that he doesnât die in your apartment. you just work as quickly as you can, bandaging him up and cleaning it so it doesnât get infected. âdone.âÂ
sunghoon pulls the towel out of his mouth, his head falling back to the wall behind his head. âyouâd be the worst nurse ever,â sunghoon jokes weakly, his voice so evidently tired.Â
you roll your eyes, standing up and grabbing a clean shirt from your bedroom. âdonât make jokes right now,â you mutter, helping him put the clean shirt over his head, wondering when your hands will stop shaking.Â
he winces at the movement, but he doesnât complain. he doesnât want to make you worry more about him. âthank you.â he tells you, and it catches you off guard.Â
âyeah, yeah,â you mumble, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heat up. you help the thief to his feet, guiding him to the couch in your small living room. he sinks into the cushion, exhaustion taking over his body as it doesnât take him long to fall asleep after you give him a pillow and blanket.
sunghoon stays at your apartment for the next few days, being forced to be taken care of by you.Â
you make sure he eats and that his wound is cleaned. everytime you see it you tell him it looks better, even though youâre never really sure. you suppose you say it looks better for your own reassurance and sunghoonâs caught onto that, but he doesnât say anything.Â
when youâre at work you find it hard to concentrate on anything but the fact that a wounded sunghoon is at home on your couch. on every break, your phone is quick to your ear, calling him, making sure heâs still alive. when he picks up everytime, he sounds the sameâ tired, but playful.Â
âiâm fine, y/n.â he says every time, you can always hear his smirk through the phone, âyouâre going to make yourself crazy with all this worrying.âÂ
but you keep calling, and he keeps answering, and you canât stop yourself from falling in love with his laugh every time.Â
you have tonight off from work for the first time since sunghoon got hurt. youâre sitting on the couch beside him, his head rests in your lap with his messy dark hair sprawled out against your bare thighs. the light from the tv is the only light in the room. the movie is some action one that you randomly picked, too tired to scan through anymore of them trying to find a good one. so, neither of you are really watching the movie. your hand absentmindedly runs through his hair.Â
you can feel his hand start to wander across the bare skin of your thighs. itâs subtle at first, just the tip of his finger tips grazing the surface. but they get closer to your core that your shorts are covering. your eyes narrow as you look down at him, âsunghoon, youâre hurt, stop.âÂ
he tilts his head up to look at you, his lips quirked, âbut youâve been taking such good care of me. let me take care of you now.â
you grab his hand to stop it from going underneath your shorts, âsunghoon, youâre hurt,â your voice is firm, âjust rest.âÂ
he sighs, his head falling back into your lap. âi canât rest forever, you know,â he mutters. âi have to go back to work at some point.â
the mention of his âworkâ makes your body stiffen underneath him. the night that he got hurt has been flashing through your mind constantly. the large amounts of blood, sunghoonâs groans of painâ the way the gun felt in your hand as you pulled the trigger. you canât stop the way your eyebrows furrow in worry.Â
of course he notices, ây/n, you know i have to go back. itâs my career. itâs how i get my money.â his voice is soft and gentle as he explains himself.Â
âhoon, you can get a real job. i can help you find one.âÂ
he instantly shakes his head in disagreement. before you can protest more, which he knows you will do, he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your thigh, then another just above it. your breath hitches as he starts to press soft kisses against your stomach.Â
âsunghoon,â you warn him, grabbing his face with your hand. he stops, his dark eyes meeting yours as he lets his face rest against your hand. âi please, i canât stand seeing you in pain. itâs too soon.âÂ
a soft smile covers his lips, it doesnât completely match his eyes that are swirling with lust. but he turns his head and presses a kiss into your palm. âyou take such good care of, y/n. iâll be okay.âÂ
his stubbornness makes you groan, âsunghoon, please.â you beg him again, thoughts of his wound stretching open cross your mind.Â
but, he doesnât stop. he only starts to press more kisses against your wrist and arm. his smile grows against your skin with every kiss.Â
âlet me take care of you now, y/n.âÂ
you sigh, the fight in you dissipating and the smile on his face has reached full peak. he knows he has won, that you canât resist him any longer.Â
âspread your legs for me, sweetheart.â his voice deepens, âlet me see your pretty pussy.âÂ
you obey his command once again, leaning back against the arm of the couch and opening your legs for him. you let him push your shorts aside, letting the cool air brush against your wet folds. his eyes darken even more, his gaze completely focused on your core in front of him.Â
âthatâs it, my good girl.â his words come out rough and steady, âi wanna taste you so bad.âÂ
his free hand holds your one thigh, caressing it and keeping it open for his broad shoulders to fit between your legs. his touch is gentle at first. his fingers ever so lightly start to rub your pussy up and down, spreading your juices around, preparing you for his mouth. it had you whining out for him already.Â
âfuck, you get so wet so easily for me. wanna make you cum with my tongue, baby.âÂ
he barely finishes his sentence before heâs leaning forward, his tongue darting out and tracing the outline of your lips. heâs teasing you, making you squirm and beg for him again. his breath and mouth are so warm against your sensitive skin.Â
âoh god, sunghoon.â you moan, your hand reaching down between your legs to grab his hair, âthat feels good.âÂ
sunghoon loves how sensitive you are. how easy you are to get moaning. âyou taste so fucking good, âm getting get addicted to this pussy.â the vibrations of his words make your legs tighten around his shoulders.Â
his tongue flicks your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. your hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. sunghoon chuckles, loving the power he has over you.Â
âtell me how it feels, y/nâ how my tongue feels against your pussy.âÂ
you look down at him where his face is pressed deep into your core, his eyes telling you what he wants. his tongue is still darting out to lick every inch of your pussy. âit feels so good, i love your tongue so much. please, donât stop.âÂ
âyou donât want me to stop?â his voice is teasing as he slow down the movement of his tongue on your clit.Â
âno! no! please donât!âÂ
sunghoon laughs at your begging, but he doesnât stop his tongue from moving. he constantly alternates from flattening his tongue against your pussy to contracting it circling it quickly around your clit.Â
âwho does this pussy belong to, sweetheart?âÂ
your head is thrown back over the couch in pleasure, âyou.âÂ
suddenly a harsh slap lands on your clit, sending you squealing as you sit up and look down at him, his hands still holding your thighs open. âlouder, who does this pussy belong to?âÂ
âyou!â you nod down at him, your thighs shaking from the pleasure and pain.Â
âgood girlâ because you are my good girl, right?âÂ
ây-yes!âÂ
you see him smirk against your core again, âthen cum for me, baby. cum all over my mouth.â then, heâs shoving his fingers inside your pussy, heading straight for your g spot as he starts sucking your clit into his mouth, his tongue circling it again and againâ so desperate to get you to cum.Â
âoh god! oh god, sunghoon!â you writhe on the couch. if it wasnât from his hands holding your thighs open then you wouldâve fallen off the couch. âiâm gonna cum!âÂ
his fingers are pounding into you mercilessly, âthat's it, baby, let it all out. cum for me, y/n." his voice was a low growl, urging you on.
your orgasm hits you hard. all the worry and frustration you had built over sunghoonâs health all left your body as the pleasure came crashing over your body. your hips canât stay still as they buck up against his face. you cry out, your voice filling up your entire apartment as the pleasure overtakes you. sunghoon holds you throughout the entire climax, his mouth and fingers never stoppingâ wanting it to last as long as possible for you.Â
as your body starts to relax, you collapse back onto the couch, your breath coming in ragged gasps. sunghoon slowly pulls away from you. his lips are glistening with your juices, a satisfied smirk is on his face as he looks up at you.Â
âfuck that was good,â you tell him, a smile spreading across your face in amusement.Â
âi told you i could make you feel good,â sunghoon wiggles his eyebrows in response. you roll your eyes, sitting up on the couch and pushing him to sit up. he does so, slowly. his back against the couch and his feet on the floor now. âcâmere,â he pats to his thighs.Â
âsunghoon, itâs too much. i donât want you to get hurt.âÂ
he doesnât attempt to argue this time, only grabs your wrist and throws you on top of his lap. both of your knees are either side of his hips.
âif you want to take care of me then make me feel good, y/n.â he says to you, his eyes still full of lust as they look up at you on top of him.Â
you canât ignore the throb of your pussy at his words, so you give in to him again. your hands grab the hem of your shirt and slip it off your body. you move so you can take off your soaked panties and shorts, leaving you completely bare on top of the car thief. his bottom lip is tucked tightly between his teeth as he takes in the sight of you. itâs the first time heâs seen you completely bare. and itâs just for him.Â
âyouâre so beautiful,â he says as he reaches out his hand. you think heâs going to cup your breast or touch your body, but his hand settles on your lower jaw. his eyes looking directly into yours. âlet me kiss you.âÂ
you lean down, making your lips meet with his. the kiss is gentle and soft. it makes your heart skip a beat as he prolongs it. he doesnât want to let you go. but he does when you pull away for air.Â
âi want you inside me, hoon.âÂ
sunghoon smirks at your confession, his hands pulling off the hem of his shorts so his cock can spring free for you. it looks so hard and thickâ the memory of it stretching you open in the stolen car fills your mind. you canât wait to feel it again.Â
sunghoon grips your hips, giving you something to steady yourself on as you position yourself over his cock. you slide down onto his length with ease from your juices and his saliva covering your pussy. you take him in deeper and deeper until, stopping when heâs all the way inside of you.Â
a moan escapes your mouth, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder as you adjust to large size. sunghoonâs hands rub up and down your bare back, soothing you from the stretch.Â
âweâll just go slow this time, okay?â sunghoonâs husky tone speaks in your earâ reminding you of his wound.Â
you nod as you sit up straight again. you keep your hands on his broad shoulders as you start to lift your hips off his cock slowly, then push them back down. the first thrust already has you reeling. you continue with the slow pace of your hips, bouncing up and down on top of his thighs. you start to alternate with small, slow circles of your hips. you move them left to right and right to left. it makes sunghoon groan out into the living room.Â
âfuck that feels so good, youâre gonna be the death of me.âÂ
âshh, donât say that when you have a gunshot wound.â you reply, covering his mouth with your hand. you can feel him smirk against your hand, but he doesnât remove it.Â
you keep your hand on his mouth, making him keep quiet, preventing some of his oxygen. you focus on sliding up and down on his cock, making it hit your g spot everytime it enters your pussy. your eyes keep fluttering shut at the feeling of it.Â
sunghoonâs eyes are burning into you, watching every single movement you make on top of him. he loves watching you bring yourself to the edge with his cockâ using him.Â
âfuck i love your cock.â you moan out, starting to feel the coil unwinding in your abdomen as the pleasure builds and builds.Â
sunghoon then takes your hand off his mouth with his hands, you want to complain, to mock him for being disobedient like he did to you, but he speaks too quickly, âi love you.âÂ
his confession doesnât startle you as much as it does make the pleasure inside of you turn to fire. it only fuels your need to make him feel goodâ to cum all over his cock.Â
âi love you,â you tell him, leaning over to kiss him harshly. he keeps up with your messy pace, kissing you back the same way. your hips donât stop bouncing on top of him as you make out.Â
sunghoonâs hands wrap around your body, pulling you closer to him so your chests are touching. your own arms wrap around his neck. your chest is in his face as you focus on fucking him harder and harder. you can feel his lips start to migrate from your jaw to your neck to your nipples. he sucks each one in his mouth, biting them and swirling them with his tongue.Â
âfuck, thatâs it, sweetheart.â he words come out in a groan. âkeep bouncing like thatâ youâre gonna make me cum.âÂ
a sob escapes your lips as the pleasure inside of you is about to spill at any second now. âi love you.â you repeat as you keep your head close to his.Â
âi love you.âÂ
your nails start to dig into his back when you feel his one hand snake down between your bodies, starting to rub at your sensitive clit. you cry out, not wanting him to stop. sunghoon can feel the way your walls are rapidly clenching around his cock. he can tell how close you are to cumming.Â
âare you going to cum for me, y/n?â he asks you, his voice hoarse and strained as he feels his own orgasm approaching.Â
âyes, yes!âÂ
âcum then, baby. cum around my cock for me.âÂ
his words send you over the edge. your whole body tenses up as the pleasure overtakes you. it makes your toes curl and fingers dig deeper into his shoulders. you keep your face buried into his neck, letting him hear all your moans of his name.Â
the second your wet walls started to spasm feverishly around his cock, sunghoon canât hold back his own orgasm anymore. he lets out a loud grunt of your name as his cum shot out of his cock, filling your pussy up with it instead. you can only bounce a few more times on his cock before your knees completely give out with the rest of your tired body.Â
you keep each other pulled close. your arms wrapped around one another as you both steady your breaths. thereâs sweat all over you and your pussy is constantly throbbing around him. your mind is hazy as you try to comprehend what had just happened.Â
sunghoon is the first to pull away, sitting back against the couch as he looks up at you. he laughs quietly at your tired face, your eyelids practically closed. even though heâs injured, he still gently lifts you off his cock and sets you beside him on the couch. your hair is a mess as it sprawls against the couch arm behind your head.Â
sunghoon reaches to the coffee table to get tissues to clean up the mess between your legs. he presses soft kisses into your thighs as he cleans you. he makes sure to get every remnant of his cum off your pussy. he ignores the fact that the sight makes his cock twitch in his shorts again.Â
sunghoon slips off his shirt and puts it on your body, covering you up. you hum at the smell of his cologne surrounding you. you can hardly believe how mentally and physically exhausted you are. the stress from the past week of taking care of him and the three men trying to hurt him really took a toll on you.Â
sunghoon shifts you so he can lay behind you on the couch. he rests his head on yours as he kisses the side of your cheek. he stays there, close to you when he says, âi love you.âÂ
now, as you can think more clearly, you sigh, âi love you, too sunghoon but,â you turn over your to face him, eye to eye, âi canât keep loving you if you keep risking your life for these cars. i can't constantly think if youâre dead or alive. itâs too stressful for me.���Â
sunghoon looks at you, taking in all your features that heâs come to memorize. the features that heâs fallen in love with since the first time heâs seen you on the empty street behind the club. heâs seen you this past week almost pulling your hair out from worrying so much about him. you couldnât even go to the bathroom without worrying that if youâd come back heâd be dead.
he saw the way you risked your own life for him during the gith with the three men. the way you dove for the gun just to protect him. heâs done what he never wanted to. heâs put you in danger.Â
âif itâs between stealing cars and you,â he starts, his voice soft like a whisper, âthen itâs you. itâs always you.â
you canât help the smile that spreads across your face, âreally?âÂ
âyeah, iâm done with the car stealing shit, then.âÂ
you grab his face and bring it to yours, meshing your lips together. both of you smile into the kissâ happy to start fresh with one another.Â
âi love you.â you tell him again, pulling back to press kisses all over his face out of pure happiness.Â
sunghoon laughs as you kiss him, âi love you, too.â he wraps his arms around your body, pulling you against his large frame, âbut you should sleep now, i find out what your mouth feels like around my cock later.â he fake winces in pain when you shove him his shoulderâ making you laugh before you settle against his body again.Â
both of your eyes close as you drift off to sleep together on the couch.Â
now that sunghoon has hit the brakes and left the fast lane for you, thereâs no more danger or crimeâ just the two of you. and thatâs all you could ever ask for.
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BLURB ABOUT MAX BECOMING WORLD CHAMPION đŠ
i wrote this in like 20 minutes it probably sucks but MAX IS THE WORLD CHAMPION AGAIN AND I LOVE HIM SM
Your hands are shaking as you watch the final laps unfold on the screens. Your fingers find the small "33" necklace he gave you years ago â before the switch to number 1, before the championships. Some habits die hard.
When Max finally crosses the line, the explosion of noise is deafening. GP's voice breaks with emotion: "MAX VERSTAPPEN, YOU ARE THE 2024 FORMULA ONE WORLD CHAMPION!"
"Fucking yes!" Max shouts over the radio. "Thank you so much, guys. This one⌠this one was the hardest yet. I love you all!"
You're crying and laughing simultaneously as his car approaches.Max practically vaults over the barrier, nearly tripping over his own feet in excitement. "We fucking did it!" he yells, lifting you up and spinning you around. His race suit is soaked with sweat, but you couldn't care less.
"I never doubted you for a second," you say against his neck.
He pulls back, grinning. "Liar. You were freaking out after Singapore."
"Shut up and kiss me, World Champion."
He does, and you can feel him smiling against your lips. The photographers are having a field day, but this moment is yours.
After the media obligations, you find yourself in the back of a car with Max heading to the team party. The Vegas lights streak past the windows as he holds your hand, thumb absently tracing circles on your skin.
"You know what's funny?" he says quietly, the adrenaline from earlier settling into a softer contentment. "After Abu Dhabi 2021, I thought nothing could top that feeling. But thisâŚ" he brings your hand to his lips, "this one feels different."
"Because you had to fight harder for it?"
"Maybe. Or maybe because I know exactly what I want to do next." There's something in his voice you can't quite read, but before you can ask, the car pulls up to the Bellagio.
The party is in full swing when you arrive. The entire Red Bull garage has taken over one of the hotel's exclusive clubs, and someone (probably Daniel) has convinced the DJ to play "Super Max" for the third time. Max is immediately swept into the celebration, accepting drinks from every direction.
"To the four-time world champion!" someone raises a toast, and the room erupts in cheers.
You watch from nearby as Max does shots with his mechanics, his face flushed with happiness and alcohol. He keeps looking over at you every few minutes, that soft smile you love so much playing on his lips.
"He's been fidgety all day," Lando mentions, appearing beside you with two glasses of champagne. "More than usual race nerves."
Before you can respond, Max is pulling you onto the makeshift dance floor, attempting to spin you around despite his questionable coordination at this point.
"You're drunk," you laugh as he nearly trips over his own feet.
"I'm happy," he corrects, pressing his forehead against yours. "Dance with me?"
"Since when do you dance?"
"Since I'm four-time world champion and I can do whatever I want."
You're both laughing when he suddenly becomes serious, glancing around the room before taking your hand. "Come with me for a minute?"
He leads you away from the noise, out onto the terrace where the famous Bellagio fountains are creating their water symphony against the night sky. The air is cool for Vegas, and Max shrugs off his jacket to drape it over your shoulders.
"Max?"
He takes a deep breath, and you notice his hands are shaking slightly. Max Verstappen, who can handle a Formula 1 car at 320mph, is trembling.
"I had this whole thing planned," he starts, running a hand through his hair. "Was going to wait until we were back home, do it properly. But standing here nowâŚ" He reaches into his pocket, and your heart stops. "I've been carrying this around since Monaco. GP's been calling me an idiot for waiting so long, and he's probably right."
"MaxâŚ" your voice catches as he drops to one knee.
"You've been there through everything â the good races, the bad ones, all the championships. You understand this crazy life, and you make it better just by being in it. I love you more than racing, which if you know me, is saying something."
You're both laughing through tears now as he opens the small blue box, revealing a stunning ring that catches the light from the fountains.
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes," you manage to say through your tears. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"
His hands are shaking as he slides the ring onto your finger, and when he stands, you throw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Behind you, you hear the terrace doors burst open and cheering erupts â the entire team had apparently been watching through the glass.
"Finally!" Daniel shouts, leading the charge with champagne bottles. "I've been guarding that ring since Monaco!"
Max keeps you close as everyone surrounds you with congratulations, his arm firmly around your waist.
"I love you," Max whispers in your ear as the celebration continues around you. "Even if I needed four world championships to get the courage to ask."
You look up at him, at this man who can be so fierce on track but so gentle with you, and smile. "I love you too, World Champion. Always have, always will."
The party continues well into the night, but now it's a double celebration. You keep catching glimpses of your ring under the lights, still hardly believing this is real. Max hasn't let go of your hand, and every time someone offers congratulations, his proud smile grows bigger.
"You know what this means?" Charles says with a smirk, raising his glass. "We might actually have a chance next season while he's distracted with wedding planning."
"Keep dreaming, Leclerc," Max laughs, pulling you closer. "I'm just getting started."
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She tastes so sweet.
Pitfighter!vi going down on you for the first time and becoming addicted.
warnings: smut 18+ ONLY, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, bathroom sex, hook ups, clubs, alcohol, kissing, marking, service top!vi, reader has no confirmed gender but they're wearing a dress in this for the scenario reasons, vi is quiet a fuckboy, oral sex (reader receiving)
Vi has always had her fair sure of fun over the years, she wasn't new to this, after she wins a match she just really wants to fuck someone.
She goes to a club where she'll know exactly who to find, she's scanning the room where her eyes land on you, who happen to be dancing with their friends, enjoying yourself as you look so pretty.
Vi smirks.
That's the one.
You just looked so nice in that dress you were wearing, she just wanted to rip it off and see whats underneath, your smile is enough to make anyone swoon, she wonders if you even know those that eye you in the dark from afar when you aren't watching.
The loud music blasts in her ears as she takes a sip of her beer, everything was loud, but she liked it, she needed it.
She felt good and she wanted to make someone else feel good.
It's not the first time she's seen you around, she's spotted you before, she's just been watching you, keeping her eye on you, making sure you're okay, while your friends get shit faced drunk, you don't seem like the type to get drunk easily, maybe a little tipsy, but that happens with everyone after a few cups.
When she sees your friend whisper something in your ear she knew she was going to leave you alone, she didn't like that, not when she spotted a guy checking you out, was she doing the same thing? Yes, but that guy had red flags all over him, he was bad news.
Vi didn't trust him.
As soon as you were left alone, seemingly in your own world, enjoying the music, the guy makes his way to you, taking advantage of it. Immediately, vi places her drink back down as she walks through the crowd of drunk people.
Before the guy could even say anything to you, she grabbed a drink already and purposely bumped into him, spilling it all over him, he swore under his breath.
"damn, you should probably go clean that up" Vi said, staring him down, he should know vi wasn't playing around with you and he scoffed, cursing more as he stormed off.
Then there was you, still oblivious to the whole thing.
She taps you on the shoulder, causing you to jump slightly as you turned around, probably expecting your friend.
"hi?" You slurred, she smiled, thinking it was cute. "Have you seen Hannah? Is she back yet?" You ask.
Vi shakes her head, "sorry, dunno Hannah is."
"fuckin' bitch probably left me with some dick" you groaned in annoyance, she couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"I could accompany you, if you want", vi offered, she wanted to be smooth about this, not being to obvious that she wanted to get in your pants, but the way you raised your eyebrows at her and checked her out, your eyes roaming her entire body which made her heart flutter, she knew what you wanted.
Before she knows it, she's pushing you against the wall of the bathroom that smells like shit but she couldn't care less, all she focused on was the taste of your lips and how soft they felt against hers. She heard you chuckle, as she pushed your dress up, you held it up for her as she kissed her way down, leaving her marks, enjoying the way you squirmed for her and moaned, fuck, she needed you.
She places her fingers inside your panties to tease you, she moans at how wet you already were, you let out a moan as she dipped her finger easily inside your wet folds, you felt so good, she pumped her finger in and out of you slowly at first, you were a whining mess, your hands gripping her shoulders.
She watched you in awe, as she felt you clench around her, it was making her dizzy, she's never fucked someone this wet before, well, not in a long time.
She pulls her fingers out hearing you whine, she doesn't say anything but grins, bending down on her knees as she kisses down your stomach, just above your waist, you body was begging for it and so was you, she loved the way noises you made, it drove her insane.
Once she pulled off your underwear fully, it was soaked, she moaned at the sight of your pussy, how pretty it looked, how much it needed her. Her own core throbbed, as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to it as she licks up your slit, hearing you moan louder and grip her hair harder, she smirks.
Vi dips her tongue in between your folds, twirling it around and making you squeal and squirm, she was showing just how fucking good she was with her mouth and she wanted to make you come on her tongue. She knew you were close with how she purposely didn't let you come before on her fingers, she wanted to taste you instead, and my god, you taste wonderful.
She couldn't get enough.
She keeps going, her hands on your thighs to hold them up as she watches you, your head against the wall, your eyes closed, getting lost in the feeling as she can't help but feel cocky about it.
Her tongue goes to tease circles at your clit, you whined, pushing your face into her, you looked so pretty like this, looking like a complete mess, moaning and whining for her while she eats you out.
She knows how much you like it too.
Your grip gets tighter as she knows you're close, she just wanted to relish in this feeling, she finally got you where she always wanted. She couldn't help but feel more smug, knowing how easy she can make you cum, make you a crying mess for her, she's obsessed, really. She wants more. She pushes her tongue into you, hearing you gasp as she fucks you with her tongue, moaning at the taste, you whimper above her, riding her face as she's in heaven.
She watches you come with a cry of her name, not even caring how loud you are in the moment, she loves it, she loves every bit of it, she leans away, licking her lips as you stared at her in a daze with a smile, your hand still in her hair.
"you wanna come to mine, sweetheart?" She asks, you've never agreed to something so fast in your life.
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The Archive of Smite
This page belongs to the writer named Smite. He wrote fics starting in September of 2021 up until April 2024. In these 2,5 years, over 8.000 people followed him to read some of the craziest k-pop girl group smut out there. Almost 150 stories of sex in all kinds of positions, for many reasons, all over the world (and in outerspace), with too many kinks to count.
"When I started, I kinda wanted to become the best. I wanted my favorite writers at the time - Levi, Peach, Sins, and many more - to know that I could write as good as they can. I wanted to go wilder and crazier."
Smite, though ambitious, was also stupid and naive. At roughly the same time he started writing, two other community legends began their careers. IZ and Kaede crushed everything in their sight, especially the former becoming an absolute legend.
"Writing was fun. At times, it was escapism from everyday worries. At other times, it was fulfillment of fantasies I could never reach. Mostly though, it was just horny. BFH that just became words. If you go through my Masterlist, you might see which idols had some random heights or were just... Always on my hot list."
Smite never really stopped writing, not for long stretches that is. It didn't really occur to him that there might be a sudden, drastic reason to stop. He considered doing so anyways. Something about writing porn about irl people without them knowing or wanting - needless to say, it is an odd hobby. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it amd the community it brought with it.
"I fucking love these guys. So many hilarious peoplefrom all over the world. One became like my best friend, a rock during my emotional struggles. Another was my boyfriend for a short time. Man, I screwed up with him kekw. There are too many to mention. I've had long talks with some, others just came by and listened to me mald or something. I love you all, some of you I consider true friends - part of my soul - and I feel connected, even if you are thousands of miles away."
2024 started stressful for Smite. The pressure of Uni started to collapse on him. Even the thought of big kpop concerts wasn't enough to cheer him up. Luckily though, there was this girl. Sweet, kind, caring and in the same position. Soon, he had found something that seemed impossible. She was in love with him and he in love with her. And when everything unraveled.
"I stopped writing. I burried my drafts. I finished only one story and released it way later. I'm sorry I didn't announce it properly, but I just felt that this smut writing career was over. I don't regret it - I gained something beautiful I want to keep for the rest of my life. She is at least as pretty as Minju, so I call that the biggest win imaginable lol."
So no more smuts from Smite?
"99% no"
No more fanfictions/girl group stories in general?
"Eh, 80% no. Still some unfinished angst that I would love y'all to read tho"
Will you ever reach those 150 fics?
"We will see. In this count there are fics with less than 1000 words. I might just sneeze and finish it kekw"
Any fic you regret not writing?
"Not really? Maybe a proper ending for Starship: Horizon? Or yet another Minju fic? Futa stuff? Gaeul angst x female reader? Or how about a fic with 69 different idols at once? Who but me would dare to write something so stupid?"
Do you think you reached your initial goal?
"Do I consider myself the GOAT? No. That title belongs to either Peach, Levi or IZ. But I know that of my now 8.700 followers some consider me their favorite writer. I'm flattered and thank you very much for reading amd enjoying my work."
Now for the most important question: does this post mean you are finally leaving the community behind for good? Is this your last hoorah?
"..."
"Never."
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Yandere! Mr. Scarletella:
Content: violence + stalking + voyerism + picture taking + masturbation + stealing + break of privacy + neutral reader + tampering with your food + noncon content + Stockholm syndrome. + mindbreak.
Summary: Human! Scarletella just wasn't able to stop himself from stalking falling in love with such an amazing person, God, he just loves stealing borrowing your stuff!
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SFW:
Yandere! Scarletella who fell in love since the first time he saw you around university, always being around those other guys... But he knew he just had to wait, yeah, wait for the right moment to approach you.
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps randomly appearing on your classes from time to time. Oh, he isn't even in your course, but taking a few extra classes or even skipping some of his is no issue for him.
Yandere! Scarlatella who makes sure to get close enough so he can steal a few things from you while in class, sometimes it's your old pencil, other times he just takes whatever has touched your hand that class. That includes waiting until the university is closing to take your thrown away coffe cup (it still has your salive, so he has definitely kissed you, right?).
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps on appearing on your daily life, you try to act as if the constant encounters are just mere coincidences, not like he even tried to strike up a conversation with you, so there must be no danger, right?
Yandere! Scarlatella who sometimes follows you back to your doorm. He always makes sure to walk quite far away from you trying to avoid freaking you out as he knows it would affect your daily routine.
Yandere! Scarlatella who climbs up the tree just to be able to catch a glimpse of your face while you're sleeping. You look so beautiful with your lips sligthly parted! ⥠You don't know it, but he has found a way of opening your window while you're sleeping. When he feels extra bold, he lets himself run his fingers through your soft lips feeling your warm breath is just enough to get him hot and bothered âĄ.
Yandere! Scarlatella who begins to be feared by all your friends. They keep warning you about him, but it's not like you have any proof of what he's doing, such a shame :(( jk. He made sure to state his point, beating your poor friends to a pulp if he saw them getting a bit too close to you, he made sure to leave no visible marks, he doesn't want you worrying your pretty little head.
Yandere! Scarlatella who loses it after seeing that creepy long-haired guy far too close to you, if you wanted him to kidnap take you with him already you could've just said so dummy! Of course he wastes no time taking you from those filthy guys. You will be safe with him âĄ.
Yandere! Scarlatella who breaks your poor mind after being trapped several months. Maybe being taken care of isn't so bad, right?
NSFW:
Yandere! Scarlatella who masturbates to your sleeping face, his tip being dangerously close to your lips. He can't stop imagining them surrounding his lenght...⥠He knows he has to keep patient but each day it becomes harder to act neutral.
Yandere! Scarlatella who takes photos of your clothed cunt for his collection. This collection includes many versions, from more tame ones (you smiling) to less... ethical ones (your sleeping face).
Yandere! Scarlatella who robs your underwear while you sleep. He just needs some... extra motivation. So he uses them, wrapping them around his cock as he keeps moving his hand up and down, making sure to stain your poor underwear with his sperm. He makes sure to clean them throughly before giving them back to you, although he sometimes wishes he could just cum inside the underwear you're currently using.
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps on putting his own fluids on the stuff he feeds you. Most days he keeps it tame, deciding to introduce a bit of his salive on your food/drink, but when you behave extremely bad, he uses his cum, mixing it with your food together with some aphrodisiac, just enough to make you lose a bit of your sanity from not being able to masturbate.
Yandere! Scarlatella who keeps cameras all around his house so he can see you from different angles (all make you look like an angel âĄ). He may or may not use those videos to masturbate, just maybe.
Yandere! Scarlatella who begins to use your mouth to release himself as a reward. You were just so eager to be touched! He just knew you were in love with him! It has definitely nothing to do with him being the only human contact for over six months! You let him use your mouth as he wants, forcing his cock into your throat, those sinful sounds filling his room as you try not to puke from his tip hitting the back of your throat.
Yandere! Scarlatella who slowly begins to mark your whole body as his. He started by marking your face with his cum, moving on to your mouth and then to your beautiful chest, the next step was of course cumming all over your low abdomen.
Yandere! Scarlatella who refuses to cum inside of you. He keeps controlling himself by saying that he wants to make sure both of you truly love each other... that's... well. Let's just say that he is just another level of delusion, but don't worry, he would never give up on his sweet and precious darling ⥠!
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Crew members x Afab! Insecure! Reader.
summary: you express to your partner that you are insecure about your acne and stretchmarks.
a/n: this is going to be a pretty self indulgent thing because I struggle with body image as well.
warnings: sensitive topics,body image.
đđŞđšđ˝đŞđ˛đˇ,đđžđťđľđ.
this guy is physically unable to grasp the concept that you're insecure, about your body.
he is genuinely at a loss of words,like... are you being fr? acne? stretchmarks? such trivial things?
he finds your acne cute,and your stretchmarks sexy,the thought that they could be sources of insecurity for you didn't even occur to him.
â"y/n such things do not make you any less beautiful,these things are a normal aspect of human life,why would you ever feel bad? If you ever even think,that these things will make me love you even slightly less,then you've gone crazy. I love you y/n,i love everything about you".
đđ¸-đđ˛đľđ¸đ˝, đđ˛đśđśđ.
He didn't even notice them in the first place.
Jimmy is a cold bastard,sure. But judging your body? Such things are below him. He couldn't care less.
Jimmy loves you, because of who you are,not what makes you. he couldn't be less bothered about acne and stretchmarks,why would he? They aren't things to be afraid of.
â"wow just how privileged you have to be for your concerns to be so trivial,y/n if you really think such silly things make you any less beautiful then maybe you should get your head checked out first,c'mon really?,stop being goofy and get up, let's go and watch tv instead".
đđžđťđźđŽ,đđˇđđŞ.
she's baffled that you would even think like that,she understands that insecurities are a normal aspect of the human psyche.
but still,she's speechless,she thinks that someone as gorgeous,as jaw droppingly attractive as you could even be Insecure? Over things like stretchmarks and acne?
â"y/n,these stretchmarks and acne which you have? they make you beautiful,they don't take away anything from your beauty, you're a human being,being. these things are not on your body for you to feel bad, they're here to remind you that you're human,plus I think your stretchmarks are gorgeous. You're the best thing to have ever happened to me y/n, don't you ever feel like you're worth anything less than the best".
đđŽđŹđąđŞđˇđ˛đŹ, đ˘đđŞđˇđźđŽđŞ.
he has experience with situations like these.
this man doesn't give two fucks about your acne or stretchmarks.
â"tsk,if ya really think that stuff like this is gunna make you any less gorgeous, then ya better just stop thinkin' put ya brain to rest. c'mon let's get some bagel and coffee"
đđˇđ˝đŽđťđˇ, đđŞđ˛đźđžđ´đŽ.
HUHHHHHH? WHAAAAAT?â˘
Bro is befuddled, bamboozled, hornswoggled, hoodwinked, outmanoeuvred at your words.
nah this man can't even understand as to acne and stretchmarks could be bad things.
"Y/N YOU ARE LIKE LITERAL PERFECTION PERSONIFIED, WDYM SOME STRETCHMARKS AND ACNE MAKE YOU FEEL UGLY???????", I'M SAYING THIS EXTREMELY SERIOUSLY. YOU ARE THE PRETTIEST,COOLEST, BEAUTIFULLEST GIRL I'VE EVER LAID MY EYES ON. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.
Proceeds to smother you in kisses.
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What if someone who had a massive crush on rafe started dressing and acting like weird girl reader in an attempt to get his attention
I think she wouldnât live to see another day !! Just kidding⌠but it wouldnât be good for her⌠Possessiveness, talks of weird!girl getting bullied in the past, use of a butterfly knife (no breaking skin), Barry banter, weird!girl gets just a lil crazy here, sheâs at her limit what can I say !! 18+MNDI!!
You donât who the fuck this bitch thinks she is, who she thinks you are but she is about to get a reality check real quick. Youâve been watching it slowly progress. First you saw her at one of Topperâs parties wearing fuzzy demonias and a frilly mini dress and it just got worse from there. This girl whose name you havenât thought of in years, Brittany. She treated you like shit all through school and she spent that same amount of time begging for Rafeâs attention. Which he never gave to her. And now? Sheâs dressing like you and posting pictures on her Instagram story of her in the middle of the woods. You even saw she had a sonny angel on the back of her phone in one of her selfies. Just like you. Sheâs been showing up at parties more and sheâs somehow always at the country club when you and Rafe are. Sheâs never caught him alone though. Not until now.
You decided to stay home tonight, Rafe was going to a party with Barry and a few of their other dealer friends and you were tired. But when you got a text from Barry that you needed to come rescue your man because some girl wouldnât leave him alone no matter how many times he turned her down? You knew who he meant and you were out of bed putting on a quick beat and a cute little outfit immediately. You called an uber and were there in less than an hour.
When you rolled up there was music blaring and lights flashing from inside so you pushed your way through the sweaty, weed and beer smelling living room while scanning for your man in every corner. It didnât take you long to find him. Heâs sitting out on the back porch on a bench, counting money on the small table in front of him, surrounded by his guys, and fucking Brittney. Barry is in between her and Rafe but she might as well be in his fucking lap from the way sheâs leaning over him to fawn over your fiancĂŠ. Sheâs wearing a little lace corset top and a black mini skirt which wouldnât be that abnormal for a basic kook bitch like her but sheâs wearing the same platform boots you had on last week, a studded choker, and a chunky belt to match. It makes you see red immediately.
You stomp out the back door and across the patio with tunnel vision. Your white platform Mary Janeâs clank against the ground and your little pink mini skirt swishes with every step. You walk right over to Rafe and plop down in his lap, interrupting his money counting.
âHey, baby.â You throw your arms around his neck and smile at him sweetly, which he returns.
âHey princess. Thought you werenât coming. Just gimme a second to finish this up and Iâm all yours, Kay?â Rafe kisses your cheek all sloppy before going back to business. Which you donât mind because you have some business of your own to take care of. You turn sideways in his lap to see Brittany glaring over at you with her mouth agape, like sheâs shocked to see you sitting in your manâs lap.
âOh, hey, Brit! Fancy seeing you here! I didnât know you were seeing Barry!â You smile at her sickly sweet, gesturing to the way she was splayed across his thighs. âAnd I love the outfit, didnât know dressing like a weird little fucking freak was in now!!â You giggle as you throw her words that sheâs spewed to you a thousand times back in her face.
âWhat? Iâm not seeing him. What are you talking about?â She scoffs and rolls her eyes, throwing her thin mousy brown hair over her shoulder. âAnd this? This is what everyone is wearing now. Do you live under a rock?â
âNo, I donât. I live in my fiancĂŠs big, nice house were he fucks me so good everyday.â Her blue eyes that she sloppily applied a large eyeliner wing to blow wide as her hand flies to her chest like you just hit her. It just makes you smirk as you lean across Barryâs lap so you can get in her face.
âWell, we will see how long it takes him to get bored of you. He is Rafe Cameron after all, you never know when someone shiny and new is gonna come around.â She says it quiet enough that you donât think in his state of focus Rafe hears her but Barry suddenly looks very scared for her. And he should. You peer over your shoulder to make sure no one is looking your way and pull the butterfly knife tucked in your garter from its place all in one move. You stare into her eyes as you flick it open, finally putting those tricks you spent hours in your room teaching yourself to good use. You lace your finger into the loop of her cheap, wannabe choker and pull her face close to yours, holding the blade to her throat.
âShiny and new?â You chuckle darkly. âHoney, youâre so fucking ran through Rafe is probably the only man on this island that hasnât touched you. And he never will. So ditch the act. Go back to your lulu lemonâs and stay the fuck away from my man. Before I make you.â Your voice is calm and collected but the smile on your face and the underlying tone of it, mixed with the knife you have to her throat has her shaking with fear.
âYouâre fucking crazy.â She gasps and tries to pull away but you only pull her closer, not enough to cut her, but enough to threaten it. You lean in so your lips brush her ear, letting out a manic giggle.
âYou donât even know the half of it. Stay away from him. Or youâre fucked.â You give her a condescending sticky lip gloss kiss on the cheek before pulling back and flicking your knife shut. She gasps and grabs her throat like you actually slit it and it sends you into a fit of laughter as she runs off with tears streaming down her face.
âDamn girl, I didnât know you played like that.â Barry chuckles and he looks over at you with a proud smile.
âYo, are you flirting with my girl again?â You look over your shoulder to see Rafe tucking a wad of cash into his pocket before you feel his arm lace around your waist so he can pull you against his chest.
âNah, I mean, maybe a little bit.â Barry sends you a smirk and a wink that has Rafe groaning into the crook of your neck. âBut donât tell me you didnât hear alla thatâŚâ
âOh, no, I heard it.â You feel Rafeâs lips curve into a smile on your neck. âYou feelinâ a little territorial bats?â
âOh, absolutely. Not just over you, but over being the island's resident weird girl. You donât get to jump on the train after shitting on it.â Your face sets into a glare that sends Barry and Rafe both into a fit of laughter. âHey! Fuck you guys! That bitch made my life a living hell, she had it coming to her!â
âYeah? You donât think holding a knife to her throat was a little excessive?â Rafe squeezes your sides and you try to push off of him but he just pulls you closer.
âHonestly, country club is right. It probably wouldâve been less crazy if you just hit her ass.â Barry rubs his fingers over his chin, the smirk on his lips causing the grill on his teeth to glint in the low light.
âThatâs rich coming from you two!!â You scoff out a laugh that has them both laughing along with you.
âBut honestly though? That was so fuckinâ hot, baby. Lemme take you home and show you who I belong to, yeah?â Rafe runs his nose along your throat before placing a few kisses there that have you throwing your head back against his chest with a sigh.
âAye, unless youâre gonna let me in on it, I suggest you get a fuckinâ room.â Rafe sends Barry a glare that he returns with a smug smile. âWhat? Just sayinâ.â
âBro. Itâs never gonna happen. Stop trying.â Rafe leans over you to shove Barryâs shoulder playfully before scooping you up carrying your ass out of there so he can take you home and fuck you until you canât take it anymore.
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i went back and watched first ep of thk again this time without being psychologically flashbanged every 2 seconds (which was only semi-successful tbh) and my biggest take away out of everything was that bison really gets off on power.
you can see it clear as day in that very first scene with the guy that they're targeting. this is clearly someone who has money and power - he's picking men out of line up like they're nothing more than clothes on a rack. but the reality is that bison is the one who's really in charge. bison is the one who has all the control. bison literally has this big, powerful man's life in his hands, and he really, really likes that.
you can see it in the look on his face when he shoves the guys face into his chest - he's disgusted, clearly, but he's also smiling. he looks so deeply satisfied, and why would he in a situation like that if not for the fact that he knows he has all the power in the world in that moment and is almost a little turned on by it. it doesn't matter that the other guy thinks bison's some weak little guy to be bought and given commands. it doesn't matter he's sitting there all smug thinking he's in control. bison knows the truth. that's enough. it's probably why he can so easily play along - that knowledge. that power. because really, what does it matter how rich or powerful someone is now that bison has him in his clutches? and what is that if not complete and total power?
you can see this desire for power and control bleed into other dynamics too. i think it's why he's so 'difficult' with fadel. fadel clearly loves and cares about him, and his concern is well meaning, but he does treat bison like a child. and to a certain degree it's probably warranted (i mean look at what happened at the karaoke bar). but at the same time between him and the little bit we know so far about their mother, bison's completely smothered. and sheltered (the guy doesn't even know how to cook a burger. they literally run a diner). and i think that has less to do with bison being inherently untrustworthy or reckless, and more to do with the fact that he just doesn't want to do what he's told. and i imagine in turn that made his mum - and by extension fadel - tighten the reins on him.
because bison, at least so far, seems to have really no control or even any say over his own life. he just does what he's told, either his mother or by fadel. he has no other choice really - it seems he has nothing and no one else. he's effectively trapped (which i think will be the catalyst in his and kant's relationship, bc kant is also trapped in a situation he can't get out of, but i digress) so he's rallying against their control over him in whatever little ways he can - causing problems, being difficult, being purposefully obtuse. i think bison is someone who knows he doesn't have any real power, and so uses what he does have to his advantage. he plays dumb and weak and naive and sweet to manipulate people and situations so he can get what he wants for a change. that's his power. and it seems effective enough, and he probably likes the little things that it can get him, but i think what bison really likes is the fact that he can make people bend to his will. sure he has to work for it, but the fact that he can have people dancing to his tune while being completely unaware of what he's doing is what he really likes. i think that's where bison's true power lies. and i think that that power goes straight to his head.
which brings us to kant. kant, who - at least in my opinion - bison thought was just another guy with a big ego who just expected bison to lay down and take it. like idk i just got the impression that bison was not super impressed w kant at first. and bison does try briefly to wrestle kant for the dominance/power that kant obviously thought was his to take (like the tapping to see who was going to go to who, and getting in each others face to see who was going to break and kiss the other first) but soon enough bison just lets him have it bc ultimately it's not that important. they weren't supposed to ever see each other again. he was gonna get off either way. but even so bison gave as good as he's got, making sure kant knew he wasn't just gonna lie down and take it. and i think that at some point bison kinda realises hey this guy is actually listening. hey he's kinda malleable actually. hey he's kinda putting on a lil show for me, taking his shirt off nice and slow. hey this is a lot more fun than i thought it would be. but at the end of the day he doesn't get his shit rocked by kant the way kant clearly gets his shit rocked by bison. bison literally put that man to sleep. kant's lying on his sofa all but twirling his hair afterwards. in comparison bison doesn't even seem particularly bothered about the whole thing until kant shows up at the diner.
but anyway my point is we pretty much know bison's desire for power is going play out in his dynamic with kant bc of the whole bdsm thing. imo this is going to be even more important if it does turn out that he knows/suspects kant's motives - which, after a second watch, i am a lot more likely to believe. it was just so obvious. of all the things bison could've been doing right then, he just so happened to be cleaning the windows? with a big mirror right next to him? yeah ok sure. but don't expect me to act surprised if we find out down the line that bison was behind the scenes puppeteering this whole thing with kant - and with his family too.
because really the question is if he suspects kant's intentions - which he clearly did, no matter how briefly - why would he not tell fadel? why would he not seek help? and i think the answer to that lies - again - in the fact that bison wants power. any thread of it he can grab onto he does with both hands, whether that be that killing or domming or pissing people (fadel) off. playing games with people's minds and lives in that way - even those of the people closest to him, even his own - really doesn't seem like that much of a stretch judging by his behaviour so far. i think he'd probably be rubbing his hands together like an evil little fly at the thought of everyone thinking he was dumb or naive or a liability when the whole time he's the one pulling all the strings. he's the one who has everyone's lives in his hands. he's the one keeping all of their asses out of prison while at the same time he's got the guy who's supposed to be his downfall tied up in knots (both literally and metaphorically)
and even if that isn't the case and bison really does have no clue what kant's up to, i still think he's loving the fact that kant is so desperate and eager to win him over. bc ulterior motives or not kant really was sooooo dickmatised by bison. even before chris got on his ass he was telling his bestie abt it like 'i didn't even get his name đĽşď¸ it's like i slept w a ghost đĽşď¸ he only exists in my memory đĽşď¸' like he was down horrendous for bison the moment he got him in that hotel room, and bison KNOWS it. he knows the power he holds over kant, and he loves that shit. he loves that kant ate that shitty burger just to stay on his good side and he loves that kant is so doggedly persistent in trying to be his boyfriend and he loves that when his big brother tried to scare him off kant didn't run or give up but instead asked him 'well how can i get him off our backs?'
and sure we know why. but does it really matter? bison just loves the fact that he can tease kant and not give him what he wants and still kant will just grin and continue to chase him, drooling like a cartoon dog who's just caught scent of a freshly cooked steak. it doesn't really matter why: bison loves power and he loves how eager kant is to give it to him. that's why it's really not that shocking their relationship veers into bdsm territory. kant already seems more than willing to give bison whatever he wants, and what bison really wants is power (and freedom, but we haven't really seen the depth of that particular want just yet). of course kant's going to give him that power, no matter what that looks like.
(but while we're on the topic, i'm really interested to see the dynamics kant and bison adopt the next time they have sex. we know they venture into bdsm territory eventually, but if bison introduces that into their sexual relationship right away (excluding their first time obv) i'm gonna be really side eyeing that little guy bc it's like oh? why are so desperate to be in charge? is it bc you know that guy thinks he's playing you and you wanna see how far he'll go to get what he wants? is it bc the idea of you having this man - this man who thinks he's playing you for a fool - blindfolded and tied to your headboard makes you feel drunk with power? is it bc the idea of hurting this man who's trying to hurt you and him wholeheartedly LETTING you gets you off like nothing else? bc if that really is the case we're reaching unprecedented levels of horny i fear)
anyway this post was just supposed to be a little thing about bison getting off on power i didn't meant for it to turn into a character study/ted talk on his relationship dynamics but here we are lmfao anyway i love bison already i wanna dissect him in a lab <3
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Fun observation! đ I feel like I get this or have some ideas on it anyway so I had a bit of a go on it below, if you're interested.
I think these are two scenes that are contrasting parallels to one another that are not really about Aziraphale's personal feelings regarding touch or his experiences with it but show him being thrown a bit by having more context than the other person in the scene, who is in emotional distress, and being unsure what the best way to care for them in that moment is.
In the Gabriel hug scene, half of Aziraphale's reaction is just shock. He's as floored as we are. Aziraphale doesn't have a problem being touched; he's just like wtf is happening right now??, which is the expression on his face.
This is Gabriel. While Aziraphale has seen hints of Jim before in Gabriel, they've only ever just been hints. The Gabriel that Aziraphale mostly knows wears his suit like it's a suit of armor and is obsessed with crafting his image as someone who is powerful and in control. He does all of those things to stay alive in Heaven. The man in front of Aziraphale in this moment in 2.01, though? He is the complete opposite of that.
Gabriel is stark bollocks naked. In the middle of the street. He's openly friendly, overjoyed to see Aziraphale, vulnerable, and as emotionally naked as much as he is physically so.
By taking out his memories, Gabriel has forgotten Heaven. All his toxic masculinity bullshit and the like is tied up in trying to survive Heaven so once that's been trauma-blocked for him to a point that he can't remember any of it, all that is left is who Gabriel really is at the core-- and that's the guy who has shown up at Aziraphale's door that they name Jim.
Jimbriel is emotionally available and open to a point that was almost unimaginable the last time we saw The Archangel Fucking Gabriel, right? Don Draper has turned into an amnesiac version of Buddy the Elf.
Where Gabriel's political shrewdness ("there are no back channels, Michael") and his sarcasm showed an awareness of social dynamics, those are just gone with Jim, who is earnest and direct with his emotions. Jim says and does what Gabriel has always felt and wanted to say and do but felt he could not without giving away what little power he was trying to cling to in Heaven to stay alive.
Jim was seen in other moments before Gabriel had lost his memory. There is a lot of Jim in the Ineffable Bureaucracy flashback, when Gabriel is able to let his guard down around Beez. Aziraphale has seen hints of Jim's existence when Gabriel carefully joked with him in the bookshop and protected him from Sandalphon. It's those hints that allow Aziraphale to recognize the guy at the door as being Gabriel in distress and let him in.
Before that, though, we just get to enjoy the lunacy of this scene with Aziraphale, and no part of it is as wild as when Gabriel drops the box and gives Aziraphale a big ol' squeezy hug. Why does Aziraphale freeze, unsure what to do with his hands?
I don't think Aziraphale's response has anything to do with him being unaccustomed to touch. It had to do with him being in shock as to what the actual fuck??? is happening and, even more importantly, his concern over what the best way to care for Gabriel in this moment would be.
First is the shock of what is happening: there are several hundred people watching and filming this. Gabriel is vulnerable here in a way that the person Aziraphale knows would never, ever want to be. His memory appears to be gone and he's full Hamm in the middle of Whickber Street. This is in addition to Aziraphale himself being a private person and introverted and, even if he weren't, this is all just completely bonkers. Gabriel is a person that Aziraphale perceived as having a lot of power in Heaven. He doesn't really know that Gabriel is as trapped as he and Crowley are, though he suspects it a bit. His and Crowley's last encounter with Gabriel was less than pleasant and now Gabriel's here, after something terrible has clearly happened to him, hugging him on the doorstep in front of the entire neighborhood.
Aziraphale isn't just considering what might happen if Gabriel got his memories back, was embarrassed by this, and took that out on Aziraphale. Being Aziraphale, he's more concerned about the fact that Gabriel is hugging him but doesn't seem like he's in a place, emotionally or mentally, to really be able to make a call on whether or not this hug is something he truly wants.
I feel for Aziraphale here because I think that he did have issues in the past with being held, if not exactly with giving other people a hug. (He didn't usually volunteer those hugs but could awkwardly return them.) He struggled with thinking he didn't need it because he should be above it. Crowley helped him with that, though. Aziraphale sometimes has issues with anything that feels like it's about him because he's excessively self-sacrificing but we've seen that he is comfortable about touch with Crowley. He reaches out to him several times in S2 in a way that shows they have an understood, mutually consensual familiarity where that's concerned.
Crowley might be a little unaccustomed to being petted in the pub lol but that's just because it's a public setting. In a bit of a twist to the kiss scene you're talking about where Aziraphale takes that moment before he puts his hand on Crowley's shoulder, there are a whole bunch of other scenes in S2 where Aziraphale keeps touching Crowley's shoulder or his arm with a casual intimacy that shows he does it all the time. (Not to mention the comfort with one another that The Wall Slam in S1 shows.) They also each mime a kiss at different times at one another in S2 (Aziraphale after "very nice" and The Apology Dance; Crowley in the back room after "don't you want to hear my plan?"), showing that kissing is not new to them.
Aziraphale takes Crowley by the shoulder in the magic shop in 1941; he holds him up and helps him walk in 1827 (also reaches for his hips to try to steady him earlier in the minisode); he reaches for him in 2.06 in the above gif; and, in the scene below, Aziraphale reaches with intuitive, practiced ease to touch Crowley-- while standing so close to Crowley that it makes it apparent that Aziraphale is very used to being that much into Crowley's personal space when they're in the bookshop.
Crowley only leans back away from it because, as we can see from his darting eyes, he's not sure how he feels about them being that open in front of Gabriel. The fact that there's even this scene, though, where Aziraphale is shown to be so used to being so close to Crowley that, if Crowley hadn't leaned back, he would have basically been in his arms, is showing that they are allowed by one another to touch and hold each other.
So, Aziraphale's response to Gabriel hugging him isn't about touch in general-- it's about what was happening in that specific moment. This is where it gets into areas relating to boundaries and consent.
Even though it's Gabriel who initiated this hug, there's something so off about Gabriel that he doesn't appear to be in a mental place to really be making this decision. Gabriel is in obvious distress in a way that is so at odds with what Aziraphale knows of his personality that while Gabriel, in this moment, is expressing that he wants to hug Aziraphale, Aziraphale doesn't really know that Gabriel, on the whole, would want to do that.
This is why I think Aziraphale doesn't even really sort of try to pat Gabriel's shoulder or something. He doesn't know what to do with his hands because while his heart sees Gabriel and says, around the shock of what's going on that, whatever has happened to Gabriel, the poor guy probably does really need a hug, the rest of Aziraphale is concerned that he doesn't have enough context about what's happened to Gabriel to be able to judge whether or not Gabriel is in a good enough headspace to be making this call.
One rather enormous contextual clue to that is the fact that he's buck ass naked in the middle of the street đ which is clueing Aziraphale into the fact that maybe Gabriel isn't in the best place to be making decisions about stuff like this right now.
It's also been Aziraphale's experience that Heaven takes memories of angels who have fallen through the ranks or fallen to Hell and that, while they don't know exactly what's happened, odds seem good that this might be what's happened to Gabriel. It seems wild to Aziraphale because Gabriel is The Supreme Archangel but it's possible and, whatever's happened to him, it's clear that he ran afoul of The Metatron in some way and has been harmed in the process.
Gabriel has experienced something traumatizing, in other words-- maybe even so traumatizing that it's the reason why he can't remember anything. He's naked and acting unusual and unusually emotional so Aziraphale knows Gabriel's not really in a place to be deciding whether or not he wants touch or not. He might very well really want to be hugged-- I think he did, as his day was pretty shit so far and Aziraphale is cuddly lol-- but he and Aziraphale have exactly zero prior understanding where boundary lines are around touch-- in general or when one of them is distressed-- are concerned.
He doesn't touch Gabriel or lightly hug him back because he feels he doesn't really have Gabriel's permission to do so, and he's correct. He doesn't. Gabriel isn't in a place to decide whether or not this hug is something he's going to want to have happened down the line.
I think that the Gabriel we have as of the end of 2.06 is probably appreciative of the fact that Aziraphale didn't touch him during that hug because it showed that Aziraphale cared about Gabriel's comfort and didn't want to touch him without that being something that Gabriel, when of sound mind, had permitted. I'm sure that Gabriel is also embarrassed about having just glomped onto Aziraphale. Not even just because of the whole naked, vulnerable, Jim-ness of it all but because he put Aziraphale on the spot and was too out of it to consider Aziraphale's comfort level with what was happening.
Gabriel really should have asked Aziraphale if he could hug him but, mixed up from his missing memories, he assumed they already knew one another and that, since he just knew to come to the bookshop, that it must be because he and Aziraphale already knew each other well. What makes this situation different from the one in 2.06 during The Kiss scene with Crowley is that Aziraphale and Crowley have a completely different level of intimacy and familiarity than Aziraphale and Gabriel did.
Crowley and Aziraphale have body swap-levels of intimacy and have preestablished understandings of what is permitted between them and in a state of distress. I did a post about what I think is happening in The Kiss scene, in terms of why Aziraphale reacts the way he does, and there is context to the happenings in that scene that Aziraphale had that Crowley was missing that I think impact Aziraphale's response to the kiss. You can read about in that post, if you're interested. In addition to that, though, Aziraphale isn't sure about responding to the kiss because Crowley has been so emotionally up and down over the prior few minutes that, kind of like with Gabriel in 2.01 but in a different way, Aziraphale isn't sure that Crowley is in a headspace to have decided this kiss is really what he wants.
From Aziraphale's perspective, Crowley was missing all night. He came back trailed by archangels and Aziraphale doesn't know what happened the prior night. Aziraphale has seen behavior that is very off for Crowley since he returned, which I also looked at in that post. Crowley not going with him with "The Metatron" and Crowley not seeming to see "The Metatron" as a threat are things that are way, way off for Crowley and indicate that, while he might otherwise seem fine, he's really not fully in a good mental state.
This is all before they even start talking in That Scene and then Crowley is all over the place, emotionally. He was in tears just prior to this kiss. Aziraphale thinks he understands, intellectually, why Crowley comes back to kiss him (he gets about half of it-- the emotional reasons why but not the plot reasons why and, yeah, there's a plot reason) but he's not sure about returning this kiss for similar reasons to why he wasn't sure about returning Gabriel's hug.
Crowley has permission to touch/hug/kiss Aziraphale so he's not violating any preestablished boundary here by doing so. He is doing so while distressed, though, and Aziraphale is concerned about doing the right thing by Crowley in this moment. He wants to kiss him; he's just not sure that Crowley really wants to kiss him right now and isn't just doing so because he's upset. When Crowley holds on a bit, Aziraphale has to decide what to do and he eventually sort of gently responds. He kisses him a little; he runs a hand over his shoulder. It's because he wants to comfort him and he knows from their long history that he has permission to gently do that-- their car and their bookshop and all that-- but he won't turn this thing into some wild, passionate kiss because, to Aziraphale, that would be taking advantage of Crowley.
The point is that, even though Crowley and Gabriel have wildly different levels of intimacy in their different types of relationships with Aziraphale, both Gabriel and Crowley are reaching out for different types of physical touch while in distress after being harmed and Aziraphale, both times, is just trying to figure out the best way to acknowledge their pain and provide comfort while also not crossing any lines that might make either of them feel later on that they were taken advantage of when they were vulnerable. It's why Aziraphale is a very trustworthy person-- he is sensitive to and cognizant of this stuff with everyone.
Something that Iâve noticed, and I donât know what it means. But did anyone else notice how Aziraphaleâs (present day) opening scene in season 2 involves him being embraced and he has no idea what to do with his hands:
âŚwhich is then mirrored by his (almost) last scene where he is being embraced and he doesnât know what to do with his hands:
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!
I mean, in the last scene Aziraphale does grab onto Crowley for a brief moment (and Iâve written more about why that may be here). But just putting these two scenes side by side is making me wonder what deeper meaning there could be.
Would love to hear your thoughts on the matter! What does everyone else think this means?
#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#good omens meta#good omens 2#the archangel fucking gabriel
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does anyone besides me ever get preoccupied with how mind chess and the magatama kind of serve as yet more wrightworth character foil ammunition?
like, mind chess on its face appears to be exactly what it is: treating people like a strategy game, getting to the truth not via warmth but via logic. of course it's miles edgeworth, who the papers used to label inhuman, doing this, right? except when you look at it for more than two fucking seconds you realize that there is so much actual heart in the correct paths to the truth that it's almost insane. the games punish you for being needlessly cruel and playing to demon prosecutor stereotype. miles isn't callously treating people like pawns--he's using the chess framework to make the erratic nature of humanity a little less baffling.
meanwhile phoenix wright is fully out here supernaturally intimidating people. i love him and i love the magatama as a mechanic but every indication seems to point to "breaking a lock = causing some form and degree of psychic distress." yeah there's catharsis in the mix too but even so, it can only happen after a relentless onslaught of damning evidence. phoenix is complicated and full of bitchy depths but it's a core trait that he cares deeply about the people around him, and about humanity as a whole, and people see that commitment to defending the good from--sorry--a mile away. so you'd think he'd be the one with an investigative mechanic that leaves so much room for delicately picking people apart.
(sure, phoenix isn't a chess guy, but maybe that art school background could have come in clutch? except trying to imagine that just doesn't work, because the magatama is also a big, bright indicator of his bond with the feys. and there's something else to be made, i think, of miles' chess set as a commonly-known and relatively impersonal iconography versus the magatama's deeply personal and relatively obscure symbolic meaning.)
idk it just makes me want to gnaw the drywall a little bit.
#ace attorney#aa investigations#miles edgeworth#phoenix wright#wrightworth#narumitsu#meta#trick talks tag
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my head's a bit clearer, some thoughts about act 3
-my biggest gripe is episode 7- cool idea, love the concept of peaking into a different universe and seeing what our characters couldve been under different circumstances, but a WHOLE episode. when you only had 9 episode in this season, that already feel like theyre moving at a neck's pace. for a universe that ultimately doesn't matter to the main universe where the story takes place. the fact it had timebomb made it feel extremely fan service-y.
-no emotional resolution to a lot of characters. viktor and jayce are the only ones i can think of that felt like they got the screen time and care for an actual emotional closure.
-isha wasn't even mentioned in this act. in general she was already a martyr for jinx's character development but guys can you make it less obvious.
-it started in act 2, hence why i was so jaded on it, but it continues here: just where the fuck the political drama between 2 cities go? the conflict between zaun and piltover took a back seat since episode 4 and never came back. the resolution to it isn't bad per say, but when u got so little focus on it in the finale it just feels rushed.
-i loved the cait and jinx scene. but like, that was the resolution to it??? after act 1 thinking about it disappoints me. im not against a conversation being the climax to a story, but that is, and im not joking, the ONLY conversation these 2 have in the show one on one. in general the jinx\cait\vi arc ends with 1 conversation per duo (well caitvi got one fight and one very steamy sex scene but u won't catch me complaining). and after act 1, idk i think i wanted just a little bit more. im biased though- the jinx\vi\caitlyn dynamic is my favorite part about arcane. the teasers for s2 always had them front and center so i assumed it'll play a bigger part in the story???
-i felt like what the show was at its core, which is the conflict between the sisters and the cities, was completely sidelined this season. in general i can't really tell what the main theme of the show is anymore. but yeah look at the resolution to the jinx and vi story.did it feel like it had the emotional impact u expected? cause i felt like it was underwhelming.
-sevika?? didnt speak since episode 4???? huhh???
-maddie was pointless. why was she there?? i don't understand the point of that character. i dont understand her motives. she ended up not mattering at all to caitvi's story. the only thing i got from her inclusion is "caitlyn fucks" but is it that THAT important??? of a character trait??? to add to caitlyn of all people?? in THIS season??? this belongs in the realm of fanfiction.
-a lot here felt like fanfiction actually. every silco inclusion (except of him in the cell with jinx), the whole "nobody dies au" they threw in the middle, even the caitvi sex scene (IM NOT COMPLAINING THO). the caitvi scene at the end was dialog out of fanfiction, wtf was that.
-why did caitlyn lose her eye? im not like against the idea on a base level but losing an eye is very symbolic, and im not sure what its supposed to represent here. caitlyn is an observant person, its a big character trait for her. so youre basically saying she sees less now? that she's more laser focused? i sure hope not. wasnt her whole arc with giving up of revenge about seeing the "bigger picture"? her sacrifice didn't feel in character, because caitlyn is not really a "fight to the death" type of character like ambessa is. if she made that sacrifice for something like love, or for the betterment of other people, that would be more in line. idk, you couldve made me on board with it but im just very meh on it. also caitlyn only really emotes through her eyes, it sucks that we get even less of it now?? though i guess it doesnt matter at this point.
-what was the point of the enforcer that looked like vander?
-ambessa was so wasted in these last 2 acts its crazy. where's the "you have to be the fox and the wolf" mindset from her? she felt like she was wolfing only with no wit anymore by the 3rd act.
-mel????????????? it was. uhhh. maybe you shouldve saved it for another series, riot. but in this show, waste of time. the fight she had with caitlyn against ambessa was cool tho.
-i sound like im a hater but u have to understand. s1 of arcane was a political drama and a character study show. seeing all this discarded for magic and time travel shenanigans on like 4 different fronts was so jarring it took me out of the show multiple times.
-cant believe im saying that, but i wish they'd try to stick closer to the characters' current state in the source material (the cursed game). someof it felt out of left field and done for shock value, which isn't why we love the story or these characters to begin with.
good stuff:
-caitvi sex lmao ill take it babyyyyy
-jayce and viktor's scenes at the end were powerful.
-as usual, the visuals were phenomenal. the animation is gorgeous. fortiche u made this show what it is and youre still its saving grace.
-thank god they dropped the warwick\vander plot
-i liked the implication of the conclusion to jinx's story, even if it felt a little inconsistent with the character.
-the ending to jinx\vi\caitlyn was poetic and i did love it, even if it was rushed and didn't really hit the emotional highs i wanted it to.
#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2 spoilers#that was a ride#this wont top the original but u can always just watch the first 4 acts and then skip to the caitvi sex#which is what ill be doing probably revisiting this show#ill give this a rewatch and probably wont be so harsh on it after but those are my first impressions
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Nemesis (The Man I Miss) | Miguel O'hara x M!BlackCat!Reader (TEASER)
CW: jealousy, violence, brutality, self-loathing, implied depression, possessive relationship #NSFW, Top!Miguel, Bottom!Reader, hurt/comfort, anti-hero reader, complicated relationships, lonely reader, crook turned hero, reader is a tired guy, mutual pining - Note: Posting some WIPs I've had laying around for a while while I try to finish up the next HOUND update! Needed a bit of a break from it since it's pretty long, but I hope some teasers make up for the wait. Tysm for reading!
Taking care of Nueva York was exhausting. You were far too used to being the problem rather than the problem-solver. That job reserved itself for the one and only Spidermanâyour Spiderman.Â
At least, you liked to think he was yours.Â
Knowing my luck, the prickâs run off with his shocking wife or something. The thought plagued your mind too often. And it was true: Spiderman disappeared. He no longer served Nueva York and kept it safe, he no longer caught you with your hand in the cookie jar, he no longer gave chase throughout the city before pinning you down on some rooftop and taking his prize by force. And you liked itâno, you loved it. Fucking with the man whoâd always get to fuck you back came to be a part of life you relished.Â
But now you were alone. Left by yourself to deal with lumbering lizards and giggling goblins while wondering how the fuck youâd ended up as a hero when you were anything but. Even the police couldnât believe the switch, which caused some problems, and led to less-sexy chases that ended with you getting away no problem.Â
I wish I had problems. Just one problem, though: Spiderman.Â
You tossed aside your shiny leathers and collapsed into your bed. Heâd never been there, no, but you fantasized about it. You thought about his impossibly wide back and the ripple of taut muscle greeting you in the morning, or maybe his built chest and strong neckâor maybe his handsome faceâwell, youâd never seen his face, but you had your guesses.Â
Your chest twinged the slightest bit, somewhere between where your greed and feelings intertwined.
Ugh. You missed him.Â
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âWho's that?â Peter remarked as he walked up on Miguel. The lab was dark and dreary, spilling with shades of orange and amber where the blues couldn't reach. And Miguel, the source of the cold, stood in front of the firelight, gazing upon your image in the newscycle.Â
Miguel frowned. âNo one.â But he didn't tuck your image nor the article away.Â
âHuh, looks like Black Cat. A 2099 Black Cat? Never thought I'd see the day.â Peter hummed and bounced a sleepy Mayday in his arms. âHe up to no good?âÂ
âHe's up to good,â Miguel bit out. âThat's the problem. He doesn't do good.âÂ
âHe's sort of an anti-hero these days,â Lyla cut in, blinking into existence on Peter's shoulder like the devil she was. âAll thanks to Spiderman's influenceââÂ
âLyla,â Miguel warned (begged?).Â
â--aaand their sweet, cute budding romance,â she finished with a dreamy sigh. âDoesn't it just melt your heart?âÂ
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You pinned him against the wall and let your hands trace through the hard lines of his muscles on your way down to your ultimate prize. Spiderman shuddered and stayed still, much to your surprise, letting you feel him, letting you acknowledge the hardness bulging under your criminal touch. Because he dreamt of this too. Dreamt of you touching him, of you falling down to your knees, your eyes never leaving his masked face even when you pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to stretched fabric holding back his filled cock.Â
âSo strong,â you cooed, âbut not strong enough to resist, hm?â You sighed and worked him through the fabric with one hand. âShouldnât you be stopping the big bad from manhandling you like this, Spidey?â
âHardly consider you the big bad,â he scoffed back. Spiderman tilted his head back with a choked groan whent hose diamond-tipped clawed gloves dug into his thighs. âMierda, youââ
âOh?â You grinned, so cheshire, so in-theme with your persona. âYou can stop me any time, no?âÂ
He couldâve. But he didnât.Â
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âA daughter,â you murmured. The flickering imagesâmemories, maybe?âwere there, waiting quietly for you, preserved and kept precious in shades of amber. But the scene was so alive; you could feel the stretch of the sun against your gloved touch, you basked in the crisp Spring air of that soccer game, you drowned in the warmth of that father's smileâ
Spidey's smile. That was beyond obvious. The mountainous shoulders, the tawny skin, those handsâ they belonged to him. Your beast. Your nemesis and lover, the man you hadnât seen for far too longâ
âBecause you've been off taking care of a kid?â Your fingers, gentle, feather-light, ghosted across that foreign memory. âWhy wouldnât you tell me?â Whoâs your baby mama?
The lab lights stilted and jittered. You snapped from your trance and made for the window youâd come in through, not bothering to see what was happening with your system jammersâyou knew Lyla, she knew you, and that made the whole breaking-into-Spidermanâs-base thing more tricky and risky. Your jammer wasnât fool-proof. It was quite easy to override, actually, but the interference was the difficult thing to detect in the first place. You only thought youâd need a handful of minutes to see your spider, anyway.
But he wasnât there. Maybe he was off with his little girl.Â
Something cacophonous and nerve-wracking churned to the sound of warping electricity behind you as you dove from the window and slid down the side of the skyscraper, claws shrieking against metal and glass alike until you could launch off and latch onto a passing hover car. The periphery of your mind swore it saw flashes of orange and yellow, more violent and heavy than the screens you stared at in that dower room, and maybe you might have heard a familiar voice too.Â
The broad, tiny silhouette standing in that abandoned window gave you much more to think about. -- Feel free to comment on this post if you want to be tagged for the full version!
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#x reader#x you#x y/n#x male reader#miguel o'hara#spider-man 2099#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x male reader#spider-verse x reader#spider-verse x male reader#spider-verse#marvel comics x reader#marvel comics x male reader#marvel comics#phyrestartr#jealousy#violence#brutality#self-loathing#implied depression#possessive relationship
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Stephanie (at least throught the 90s-00s) had a very discernible violent streak and morals that donât really line up with tim and the other bats around her. This is kinda lost on modern comics, either because of how much sheâs being sidelined or as an attempt to soften her character and make her more likeable, but i genuinely think it was a interesting part to her characer that we should bring back.
Steph is sort of angry and reckless, she became spoiler without any training because she needed to get her father out of her and her motherâs life permanently, and she didnât care for the implications of what she had to do to get there.
In her debut, you can see how desperate and impatient she is, she was tired of all the harm arthur caused to her family and of the helplessness of never being able to do something about it. Itâs just a lot of bottled up anger you can tell sheâs been struggling with for years, so when she finally finds a way to channel it onto something good (you can argue on how much good beating up criminals would really do, but this is from stephâs pov) it immediately leads up to her being ready to murder her father on the first opportunity she gets.
And even after bruce convinces stephanie to Not Kill Him, she still expresses multiple times how she doesnât care for men like her father and saving them is a waste of her time. She is usually pretty willing to let âbadâ people die because, as she sees it, their lives arenât more important then the ones they ruined.
I wouldnât say steph has very âstrongâ opinions on murder like jason, for example, does, but she definetly has a detachment to bruce, cass and timâs morals that end up pushing her into a place of distrust with all of them at some point or another. She is willing to adapt to what her teammates (on the occasions where she did get to feel like a part of a team) expect of her in a mission because she values their opinion of her and wants to receive proper support and training, but it doesnât make her dislike the kind of people whoâs lives she is told to care about any less.
In the short time steph had as robin that trend of loose morals in comparison to the bats really continues, like in that one story where a guy she hit recklessly doesnât die by pure luck and when bruce is scolding her about it she just goes âhe was a serial killer, so really, why should i even care?â, or when she has that talk with batgirl after having to be stopped from beating the shit out of the penguin and ponders a bit about âwhen does it end? Am i really that wrong for wishing we could just take guys like this out of our lives?â.
Itâs a very noticeable highlight on this aspect of stephanie right near the end, and it builds up to when she is fighting fo her life against black mask and finally manages to get the upperhand. Itâs not the first time she has someoneâs life on her hands but it is the first time she hesitates, maybe because the stakes are higher now, but mainly itâs just because of how guilty she feels for the gang war, for fucking it up with batman and for orpheusâ death. When she lets black mask live itâs not because she thinks itâs the right thing or because she doesnât want to blow his brains out, itâs out of respect for bruce, because she feels like she already ruined everything, she should have known better and she owes him something, so she does what batman would do. And then that gets her killed.
So, letâs be real, why should i think that after all of this, after her father ruined her motherâs life, after she watched hundreds of children get killed and traumatized by monsters like the penguin, after the one time she tries to follow the damn code it kills her, should she have any notion that murdering is wrong if when sheâs looking back on it, killing a bitch would have solved all of her problems from day one?
Being a Stephanie Brown fan is so annoying sometimes because you read about this child consistently trying to commit murder since her literal debut just for some random writer and those âbatboysâ mfs go around saying that she thinks murder is wrong
#stephanie brown#rambling#just a whoooooleee lotta rambles#female characters#character analysis#analysis#spoiler#robin#batgirl#meta#dc#dc comics#batfamily#batfam#steph brown#war games#black mask#batman#dc meta#uh yeah idek anymore
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Reminder that this is how bummys talk about Oliver and worse. Let's not forget some of them also made a 4hr podcast months ago saying awful stuff about him, all because he was posting about hanging out with Ryan and not Lou. They've also been repeatedly calling him biphobic/homophobic because he said Buck should get to explore his sexuality more and have sex.
Some of these people used to be Buddie shippers but the truth is they never really cared about Oliver or Buck. They have the nerve to call us fetishists when a lot of us have been shipping two best friends for years who we just want to see take their relationship to the next level. The main draw for them with b/t is wanting to see two guys they think are hot together because it certainly wasn't about Buck and his happiness. They weren't ever looking at his scenes with Tommy thinking is this really the best relationship for Buck? They've always been more concerned with Tommy and wanting him to be a permanent fixture on the show. Almost immediately after 704 some of them were calling him Buck's endgame. Even though we were shown time and time again how much Tommy was never the right person for Buck.
Now that their ship is over they've inevitably turned on Oliver and are blaming him for it even though at the end of the day the person who made that decision was Tim.
Also and this is something I really really wish bummy stans would get through their heads, actors are allowed to have personal opinions about the media they act in. Oliver has said he's a fan of 911 so I'm sure he watches the show. It's clear from many things he's said that he genuinely cares about Buck every bit as much as we do. So acting like he's not allowed to have preferences for the show and for Buck just makes no sense. He's connected to Buck in a way none of us are so if anyone should get to have thoughts on Buck's story it should be him. He's allowed to like or dislike a ship or a storyline. I know it sucks if an actor that's part of a ship you like doesn't support that ship but it does happen.
Oliver has supported Buddie for years and been very transparent that he wants to see it happen. He was never going to become the captain of the b/t ship. He's never really been super supportive of any of Buck's other ships nor does he have to be. Oliver has always been respectful towards his co-stars and fans and always given respectful answers about Buck's past ships in interviews and that's all he's really required to do.
It's honestly baffling how bummy stans continue to play the victim and continue to try and come up with all these reasons for why they think Oliver is a bad person for not supporting their ship and Lou. The reality is b/t was never meant to last. Oliver knew this and didn't want to lead anyone on. It's also very likely that Lou didn't get along with the cast especially given how they went out of their way to say goodbye to Callum and there was nothing for Lou. Not to mention Oliver very deliberately leaving Lou out of his photography spoke volumes.
I also think Oliver saw at least some of the drama online this year both from b/t stans and from Lou and it made him less likely to engage with that part of fandom. Bummy fans spent a not insignificant amount of time this year saying terrible sometimes racist things about Ryan and Eddie (like telling Ryan he should have finished the job when he talked about his s*icide attempt). Ryan is clearly someone that Oliver cares a lot about so if he saw any of this I'm sure it didn't endear him to those fans. On top of that they continually pushed for a guest character, who was never meant to be anything more than a plot device in Buck's story to be a main character and have his own Begins episode.
I'm just really sad and angry that this is the kind of stuff Oliver is having to deal with. Buck's bisexual journey should be this amazing positive thing and bummy stans have repeatedly tried to warp it to be their way or no way. I just really hope that Oliver knows there are so so many of us who love him and appreciate all the work he's done.
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x men and marvel characters (wolverine, daredevil, gambit, nightcrawler, etc) with transmasc boyfriend.... please i beg of you
anon i see you i see you i'm thanking you for this. i just ran with this i hope its to your liking
MARVEL IMAGINES WITH TRANSMASC BOYFRIEND
content: religion mention (majority positively), medical/social transition implied, dysphoria, transphobia
Wolverine:
For someone almost 200 years old, he has a bit to learn upon meeting you
Obviously Morph is a help with this + definitely had to give him a PowerPoint presentation
His view of masculinity somewhat is skewed but he is very insistent on treating you like a man because you identify as a man and if that means anything to you then it means something to him
Flannels! He absolutely gives you his baggy coats when you make a comment on needing more masculine clothes (not to mention the smell that his clothes leave on you is a big plus, so sue him, okay?)
Workout regiment is always taken care of and you never skip chest and arm day
He calls you "darlin'" once and then immediately goes "aw shit" because it might be too "lady-like" (his words) but he gets over it very quickly
Mutant hate? He understands all too well. Transphobia? Whole new ballgame, but it makes him just as mad. As in, he has no problem almost kabobbing someone who makes a comment about you going into a bathroom when he takes you out to one of his preferred bars
He soon realizes after that that maybe you need better hangouts and though he doesn't think the beer is as good at the other places, it's worth it to him
To him, assholes like that are no less ignorant than those who attack mutants because its all the same so he gets feisty on the defense
Once when the body dysphoria is real bad, like the kind when mirrors are the worst thing in the world and everything feels gross and tight, he listens and holds you very tightly and though he can't understand half of it, he does understand self-hatred and it hurts him something fierce
So he'll go out of his way at that point to make it known that you are one of strongest guys he knows because you're going through change and sticking to yourself and he loves it about you
He offhandedly once mentions using his claws for top surgery in an attempt to be funny and neither of you know how to react in that moment but it actually is kind of funny much later
Nightcrawler:
Much more up to speed than some others
He's not unused to the ideas of the intricacies and ideas of gender from his time in the circus and seeing the different lifestyles at play there
There's some trepidation on some people's parts about how Kurt will react considering his religion and the history, but it very hardly factors in
Very flirtatious after he gets the okay to move forward even if it's new to him
Does everything he would try to do with his previous lovers; he loves flowers that remind him of you
Constantly trying to involve you in things that he enjoys that he would hope you enjoy
Movie nights are a favorite of his and even if they end up being more modern, he's always willing to give it a chance
Kurt of all people knows what it is like to be judged and ridiculed for how you look or how people perceive someone
Body positivity is a huge part for him; complimenting your frame, your body hair, your hands
After all, his own body is not what many would consider normal, but it is still his and he accepts it, so he'll literally be damned if he can't help with that
His whole thing is finding someone new that's nice to say every day (which isn't very hard for him, tbh)
When he hears you accept any of it he gets so excited that his tail wags and he peppers you with kisses that sometimes have little nips from his fangs but they're all gentle
Loves to take you up to the top of the X-Mansion to have semi-romantic getaways and look out at the night sky and think of things far beyond where you both are right now, though he know he is happiest right at your side
Gambit:
Meets you when you first arrive to the mansion and is instantly drawn to you
Ever the gentleman while he's trying to get to know you, almost like chivalry is his default no matter the gender
After you first confess your feelings his favorite card becomes his King of Hearts
You tell him it's cheesy but he is happy that you approve
He leaves it with you the first time he goes on a mission and though he didn't doubt that you would lose it, he is so happy when he sees you kept it you can literally feel his kinetic energy reserves when he kisses you deep
His favorite is on those rare occasions where you get to dress up, whether it's for a party or infiltrating something
He loves trying to find coordinating or inverse outfits accessories if that's the case (nothing huge, but small ways to show that you two are together)
Pet names constantly
He works with his hands often so he uses them constantly to explore your body and he has magic fingers in many ways
You're so perfect to him in every way imaginable
Matt Murdock:
You meet Matt in Josie's a while after moving to the area in a new area to "start fresh"
It's not that he hustles you but you don't expect to lose at pool to him
He's very charming and easy to learn from and it takes a while but eventually you do get together
Walks around the neighborhood as an excuse to get to know things end up being tiny dates
Foggy and Karen exchanging tiny looks over Matt's boyfriend but very happy for him
You're unaware of his double life but do end up having to fuss over his scrapes
Eventually you have to explain to him and it's awkward but he just seems to take you in without seeing you and he smiles a bit and its okay from then on
You think he's just super understanding and forgiving but no he's actually known for a while
He's been very perceptive of changes in you as you transition further; he knows when you just had a T shot from how you body is working just a bit harder because of it, when your voice gets a bit deeper between the times he sees you
He also had to do a background check because you can't be too careful at this point
But though it's insanely new to him since he hasn't been with a man, he does love you with no shame
He knows what you look like vaguely but always asks anyway because he wants you to explain what you see of yourself
Always very seriously and not seriously ready to remind you that he is part of fine law firm should you need to win a case against someone at the slightest complaint
You always feel safe and seen, in a way, with him, and it never really changes
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I hope you enjoyed this! If you did, feel free to request more like this or a fic! Requests are open and I have masterpost here and a list of characters and ships I'd write for here. Thanks for reading!
(Also lmk if any of these are interesting enough you'd want to see more of, bc the Matt and Kurt ones I would definitely be open to making a fic so stay tuned if it happens.)
#my writing#imagines#marvel#daredevil#matt murdock#logan howlett#wolverine#gambit#gambit xmen#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#marvel mcu#x reader#trans male#trans masc
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