#and some might thing whats the big deal. but that little guy is part of thr ecosystem. i shouldnt decide that they dont get to live
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Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader
Summary: You never meant for Eddie to know that you had a crush on him. What happened when he found out, courtesy of Mike Wheeler's big mouth?
WC: 2.6k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), angst to fluff to smut and then back to fluff?? I don't even know, idiots in love, p in v, semi-public sex (we get it on in the van, baby)
Part of @cherrycolored-punk's Softember event!
Divider credit to @saradika
Friday, May 16, 1986: the day you determined that Mike Wheeler was the worst.Â
You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, it couldnât be easy growing up in Nancyâs perfect shadow. Just the time you spent working with her on the school newspaper was exhausting.Â
That was where you were currently sprinting from, weaving through the empty hallways towards the drama room. Leave it to Nancy to schedule an emergency newspaper meeting on a Friday afternoon.Â
âSorry, sorry, sorry.â You kept your head down as you breezed into the Hellfire meeting. Even without looking, you could feel the guys glaring at you. The only thing less forgivable than missing a campaign was interrupting one.Â
Gareth let out a huff, crossing his arms over his chest. âNice of you to join us, Lady Atwood.â He shifted forward in his seat. âYouâre in luck todayâour fearless Dungeon Master has yet to grace us with his presence.â
You wrinkled your nose, only then noticing that Eddieâs throne remained empty. âWhere is he?â
From his spot at the table, Mike Wheeler scoffed. âSurprised you donât know, considering youâre basically in love with him.â
You were about to refute his statement, or at least give him a well-deserved middle finger, when you heard a clattering behind you.Â
Like metal hitting the floor tiles.
No. No, no no noâŚ
âS-Sorry.â Eddie stammered. He quickly scooped up the tin lunch box that doubled as a place to stash his weed. âI had a last-minute deal. Apparently thereâs a party at McKinneyâs house tonight and he needed some, uh, provisions. So, uh, yeah.â He cleared his throat, eyes darting around the room and looking at everyone except for you. âWe can get started.â
There might as well have been a spotlight beaming down, accentuating the embarrassment written all over your face. Everyone in Hellfire knew about your crush on Eddie, but they had the decency to keep it a secret.Â
Everyone except for Mike Wheeler, apparently. God, you wanted to squish that little shit like a bug beneath your shoe.
It certainly didnât help that Eddie kept glancing at you, even when he addressed the group. Like he was waiting for you to say something about Mikeâs comment. Waiting for you to refute it, to roll your eyes and whip out a snappy comeback. Maybe he was even hoping you would.
He was probably internally cringing just thinking about you having romantic feelings for him.
âLady Atwood?â
Your gaze instinctively snapped over to Eddie when he said your name. He was looking at you, brown eyes wide with anticipation of your response.Â
Warmth crept up your neck. He had heard what Mike said about you being in love with himâhe had to have. Heâd just had the good grace to brush over it becauseâŚ
Because he didnât feel the same way and didnât want to cause you any further humiliation.
âY-Yeah?â You choked on the word, trying to put the incident behind you. But you couldnât, because the pain of unrequited feelings kept yanking on your heart, drawing tears that you desperately wished would evaporate.
âGareth the Great has proposed battling the demogorgon.â There was a hint of a smirk on Eddieâs lips. It was your first clue that the move would prove entertaining, perhaps at your characterâs demise. âWeâre waiting for your input.â
Nodding, you chewed the inside of your cheek and studied the board. Okay, it looked like winning the battle was feasible, though a bit risky. The rest of the club watched as you contemplated; Gareth especially was practically vibrating with anticipation.
Then the ceiling started leaking. Soft drops with no particular rhythm, landing on your cheeks. Just your luckâfirst Mikeâs big mouth spilled your secret, then whatever nastiness was living in Hawkins High Schoolâs pipes was now seeping into your skin.
âHoly shit, is she crying?â
Dustin Hendersonâs voice broke into your thoughts. His tone, for possibly the first time since youâd met him, held only concern with a note of snark.
Who was crying? You were the only girl in the club now that Ronnie had graduated, save for the times Erica Sinclair served as a substitute. Which meantâŚ
âWay to go, asshole.â Lucas thwacked Mike across the chest.Â
âI didnât know he was there!â
The purple fabric of your shirt darkened beneath your arms as another disconcerting flash of heat hit you. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Maybe youâd get lucky and the floor would open beneath you and swallow you up.Â
âI need to get some air.â Whether you spoke the words aloud or said them silently to yourself, you werenât sure.Â
Your feet seemed to carry you out of the room and through the schoolâs front doors. Tears blurred your vision, and you swiped them away before any other lingering students could see.Â
The air was warm, teasing of the approaching summer. God, summerâyou always spent it with Eddie, lounging by the public pool or sitting down at Lovers Lake. Youâd read a book while he pored over his Hellfire notebook, scribbling notes for future campaign ideas.Â
Would he still want to do that, to spend those long days with you, now that he knew about your pathetic crush?Â
It wasnât until you reached the parking lot that you remembered: Eddie drove you to school that morning. If you started walking now, youâd definitely get home before dark. Or maybe you could call your parents from the payphone if you managed to scrounge up the changeâ
The sound of your name stopped you in your tracks. You shouldâve kept walking the moment you saw Eddie, his frizzy curls bouncing as he jogged over to you.Â
âHey.â His hand brushed yours, though you pulled away before he could grab ahold of it. âWhere are you going?â
âHome.â
He sighed. âOkay, let me rephrase that: Why did you leave? Because of what Wheeler said?â Eddie let out a small, disbelieving laugh when you nodded. âHeâs such a little shit. Always messing with me. Iâm gonna kick his sorry ass one of these days.â
Your eyebrows shot up. Messing with Eddie? âWhat are you talking about?â
âThat joke about you being in love with me. He obviously saw me in the doorway and said it to embarrass me.â A blush crept onto Eddieâs cheeks. âYâknow, âcauseâŚâ
But you didnât know. You had no idea what he meant. And as much as Mike was a menace, he seemed sincere when he said he didnât realize that Eddie was there.Â
âBecause why?â
âBecause,â Eddieâs gaze shifted to his vanâs tires before he finally looked at you again. âBecause he knows I have this dumb crush on you, and he thinks itâs hilarious to fuck with me about it.â
Words evaded you. This had to be some sort of elaborate set-up. Eddie had a crush on you? When girls like Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway lived in the very same town?Â
Impossible.Â
Not privy to the argument playing out inside your headâthank GodâEddie babbled on. âI know itâs weird. Thatâs why I havenât told youâwell, until right now. And Iâm starting to regret it, because youâre looking at me like I have three heads. So maybe Iâll just shut up now.â
âNo.â Summoning all of your courage, you took his hand in yours and managed a smile. âEddie, Mike was teasing me because I like you. More than a friend should like a friend.â
Eddieâs tongue darted out to wet his lips. âWhat if I told youâŚI donât want to just be friends?â
You let your eyes meet his. âI-I donât want to just be friends, either.â
He took a pause before he asked his next question. Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears as you waited for him to speak.
âAnd what if I did this?â One palm, callused from years of guitar playing, cupped your cheek. Eddie moved closer, his nose bumping against yours in a clumsy attempt to close the gap between you. âShit, thatâthat was supposed to be suave.â
âShut up and kiss me, Munson.â The words left your mouth before you could think them through. Your fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him back towards you and finishing what he had started.
His lips, soft and tasting vaguely of the cigarettes heâd smoked after school, crashed into yours. One hand snaked around your waist and pressed you against him until you felt his metal belt buckle through your shirt.
You moaned softly, letting his tongue into your mouth without hesitation. More, more, moreâŚyou needed more. You needed all of him.Â
It was Eddie who broke the kiss, much to your chagrin. But what he said next made up for the loss.
âSorryâŚIâm trying to be a gentleman. But itâs, uh, getting a little hard.â He chuckled, stealing another quick kiss. âPun very much intended.â
A quick glance proved that Eddie wasnât lying: His erection tantalizingly strained against his fly. What you wouldnât give to feel him inside youâŚ
âYâknow, take you on a date, tell you how pretty you look,â Eddie continued, shifting his stance in a pitiful attempt to quell his desire. âI donât wanna go at it in the school parking lot like some feral rabbits.â He waved his hand haphazardly.Â
You bit your lip, weighing your options. A date would be nice; perhaps a night at The Hawk, his arm around you as a movie played on a giant screen. Or maybe heâd take you to dinnerânothing as expensive as Enzoâs, but somewhere more romantic than your usual Bennyâs hangout.Â
A date with Eddie was something youâd only ever dreamed of. But right now, you needed to live out a different fantasy before you combusted from an overload of lust.Â
âRemember the first campaign you created this year?â Your soft voice held a sultry air despite your nerves. âIt was your most sadistic one yet. We were all ready to forfeit, but you took pity on us and gave us a hint.â
Taking a deep breath, you plunged your hand into his front pocket. âDo you remember what you said?â
Eddie shook his head. âI canât remember my own goddamn name right now, Sweetheart.â
You laughed, your finger hooking around his keyring. âYou said that sometimes, itâs better to work backwards.â
With a triumphant grin, you plucked the keys from his pocket.Â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â His own smile betrayed his exasperated exterior as he grabbed your hand. His van seemed a million miles away, though it was parked in one of the closest spots in the lot.Â
Eddie yanked open the back door, waiting just long enough for you to get settled before he scrambled in behind you. The moment the door closed, he pulled you on top of him.Â
You could feel him, feel his hardness, against your core. You rolled your hips instinctively, savoring the friction.Â
Hands clamped down on your denim-covered thighs. âYou gottaâŚyou canâtâŚâ Eddie choked, struggling for words. âWeâre already about to do it in my van. I donât wanna look even more pathetic by coming in my pants.â
Warmth blossomed in your body. You could imagine him sputtering out a stream of swear words as he came, flooding his own boxers with his release.Â
Maybe another day.Â
Buttons were undone, flies were unzipped, clothes were discarded into a pile in the corner of the van. It was only you and Eddie, not a single scrap of fabric between you.Â
Sweat glistened on his chest, matting down the sparse hairs that curled around his nipples. You leaned in, kissing just above the demon head tattoo etched on his pec.Â
âBaby,â he crooned. The new pet name wasnât lost on you. Your heart beat faster, a butterfly frantically flapping its wings. âBaby, I need you.â
He did need you, unless he was going to take care of his achingly hard cock by himself. The pink tip leaked with pre-cum, and if you had more room, you would have licked it clean off.Â
You settled for swiping it away with your thumb, his abdomen tightening at the sudden contact. Eddie nearly passed out on the spot when you sucked on your finger, savoring the salty taste.
âBaby,â he groaned again. âI w-wanted to get you off first, âcause I know Iâm not gonna last like this.â
âSâokay.â You lined him up with your entrance, ignoring the way your hands shook as you slowly sank down onto him. His hips bucked up almost of their own accord. âF-Fuck, EddieâŚâ
Eddie looked up at you, brown irises wide. He paused for an extra moment; maybe he really had forgotten his own name. âI know, I know,â he said finally. âGod, I fucking know, baby.âÂ
His thumb found your clit the second he composed himself, rubbing delicate circles until your toes curled. His other hand held you with just enough force to keep you stable while still being able to ride him.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He let out a breathless laugh. âIf I wake up and this was all a dream, Iâm gonna be pissed.â
You shared the same thought. What if the Eddie laying before you, curls splayed against the worn carpet of his van, groaning your nameâyour nameâwas all a mirage? Another fantasy conjured up by your lovesick brain?
âIâve never had a dream this good before.â
âMe either,â he admitted, âbut the only ones thatâve come close involve you.â
You tightened around him, your hands flush against his chest. The fact that you occupied his thoughts, unconscious or otherwise, sent a wave of arousal rolling through you. You wanted to hear every last detail of those dreams, to know exactly what turned him on.
Maybe later. Right now, your focus stayed on the way he touched you. So intentional, so precise. And Eddie worked you through your orgasm, keeping his same rhythm as you came around him.
âThere you go, pretty girl. Thatâs it,â he murmured. ââM close. Where do youâwhere can Iââ
âInside.â Youâd never been more grateful to be on the pill.Â
Eddie let himself go, unleashing a torrent of desire. He thrust into you, chasing his own release now that he knew youâd gotten yours.
It was only when he slowed his pace, milking the last drops of cum from his cock, that reality began to settle in.
You just had sex with your best friend in the back of his van, a few hundred feet away from where your friends were gathered around a DnD boardâ
âOh my God, Eddie!â Your eyes snapped open in realization. âHellfireâtheyâre still there.â
Eddie pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. You relaxed into his chest. âTheyâre smart guys when theyâre not being idiots.â The words vibrated against your skin. âIâm sure they figured out that we werenât coming back.â
He sighed, wrapping one arm around you. âCan I take you on that date now, baby? Yâknow, once we get dressed.â He smirked. âWe can go to Scoops Ahoy and split a sundae. And then, if you want, Iâll take you back to my place and undress you again?â
You scrambled for your clothes almost as quickly as youâd shed them, Eddie following suit. And as much as you wanted to have sex with him again, to really take your time and cherish each second, you were equally excited to cuddle up in a booth and share some ice cream.
Friday, May 16, 1986: the day Mike Wheelerâs lack of filter didnât completely backfire. Because it was also the day that you and Eddie Munson became boyfriend and girlfriend.
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I saved a daddy long legs!
i was scared and (i know dont @ me) was considering spraying him because I still fear spiders and spider-look-a-likes
up until past few years ive been working really hard on figuring out how to save them rather than kill bc ofc, it doesnt align with my views to kill them
normally i let my dog eat them to justify it- ironically, bc "im not killing them, my dog is"
but he was in one place, not moving and i was on the toilet, so i took the time to read up about him.
i named him, forced myself to, and to call him cute, so that it would make it harder for me to go through with killing him
i tried to imagine him being curious, or scared, or relaxing. Though i know most likely they arent capable of it in a way we can understand, it still helped me see him as no different than my dog or cat or me, rather than "just a bug' or some type of 'scary thing'
and in the end i saved him! container and a folder.
i still was scared, but seeing the (idk another word) humanity in him, the value he has and that he has for himself as a living being, helped make it possible to save him
its still really hard, and on occasion i do end up killing spiders or having my dog eat them when its quick scenarios where i dont have time to think it through
but compared to years ago ive gone from saving 0 to maybe 80%
and this is one of those moments where, its not exactly possible for me to push myself because it can undo all the work ive done. and thats ok.
this is the best i can do right now and im proud of myself.
my best, is not how i imagine my best being. in my mind, i could push myself harder but thats not practical.
doing your best is strategic.
im just so glad i didnt kill him. reading about him, learning about him, appreciating his role, and labeling him cute and giving him a name helped a lot
and sometimes, anthropomorphizing animals can be beneficial. i know he doesnt feel fear and curiosity like i do, but if it means not unnecessarily taking a life, then he does to me in that moment
#anyway#i havnt had a lot of oppurtunities like this where i went from deciding to spray and kill to having time to think it through#so it feels a little different than usual#i think it also helps hes not a spider#but i can feel it made me a little more confident#and truly i used to not sleep for like at least 2 nights if a spider was in the room AND CAUGHT#and killed!#i used to be so scared i would get dizzy and have panic attacks and feel like i had to throw up#this was before i went vegan but even after#even with my mindset changed with how i viewed all animals i still would kill spiders bc i was scared#and i never even really tried. i would justify it by making my dog eat them or i would justify it with my fear#my strong reaction justified me killing them. and id try not to mention it and forget it was a part of my life bc i knew#that my actions didnt align with my morals. like i was well aware of the hypocrisy#and some might thing whats the big deal. but that little guy is part of thr ecosystem. i shouldnt decide that they dont get to live#simply because im afraid. at what point is it then wrong to do so to any other animal? how small do they have to be?#is it ok when its only a bug? id say people would object to someone killing a butterfly out of fear simply bc a butterfly is beautiful#killing mice is acceptable bc we label them pests simply bc they are trying to survive off our items on property they have no understanding#of. so yeah. im not ok with it and i hate that it took me so long to work towards fixing it.#and my friends have held it to me and im glad.
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ËË á° ââ hyunjin messes up and kkami helps him apologize
ďšĘÉËďš. genre: fluff (might be the cutest thing i wrote recently)
ďšĘÉËďš. a/n: this is definitely inspired by the new book i'm obsessing over right now so pls enjoy and let me know what you think!! <33
âWell, well, look who finally remembered he has a loving partner missing him at home.â
You hear Hyunjin sigh on the other end, sheepish, obviously expecting youâd cut him some slack for disappearing for days, like talking to him wasnât the best part of your day. Touring was hard, and heâs been insanely busy from day one â you get it. Thatâs why, your toneâs more playful than intended, only being able to let the phone ring for two heartbeats before rushing to answer and let his velvety voice bring sunshine back into your dull life.
âHello, the absolute love of my life I think about daily.â He clears his throat, brushing over your comment in hopes youâre not truly upset he hasnât called in so long. Two days werenât a big deal, but for clingy people like you and him, going 48 hours without hearing what the other has been up to was torture. It was just enough time for insecurity to creep in, feeding you lies upon lies about how heâd forgotten your relationship and was currently in the process of replacing you with someone else, someone better and more worthy of owning his heart.
Your heart flutters, a grin finding its way onto features despite your attempts at stopping it. âHello, Hyunjin.â
âWho the fuck is Hyunjin?â
No longer able to keep the happiness at bay, you burst out laughing, the aggravation clear as day in the absence of his usual pet name. Hyunjin was your baby, nothing else. His name only ever left your pretty lips you couldnât wait to press against his only when the situation called for seriousness.
Settling down, you ignore his displeased huffing. âThe guy who hasnât called me in a week. You might know him.â
Youâre teasing. You both know it, just like he knows that behind your words, the only genuine thing is the longing and the wish to have him close again, missing the steady beat of his heart and his familiar warmth that usually lulled you to sleep, badly. Hyunjin has always been great at reading between the lines, figuring you out easily, like you were nothing more than an unchallenging puzzle he could solve with his eyes closed.
âA week? I know I messed up, love, but itâs only been two days. Not even, just about 45 hours.â You hear sheets rustling on the other end, helping you picture him lounging about in the hotel bed, hair most likely still damp from his previous shower. For once, the time difference was not absurd, allowing you to stare wistfully at the moon with certainty the other was doing the same, sharing stories of your love and trusting sheâll keep them safe.
âYou counted?â You giggle, making yourself more comfortable on the couch, right next to Kkami who is sleeping soundly.
âIâve been counting the hours until I can see you again the second I stepped outside our apartment.â He confesses, voice suddenly heavy with emotion before he gasps, ruining what could have been a sweet moment. âYouâre telling me you havenât?â
Of course, you have. Time seemed to go by incredibly slowly whenever he wasnât near, the increasing distance causing his magnetic pull to grow weaker each day, but never diminishing, never losing its hold on you. That was impossible.
âNo.â You lie blatantly, leaning back against the couch casually, one hand moving to slowly pet Kkamiâs head whose slumber gave him the perfect excuse to ignore you.
âLiar.â
For the first time in your life, the fact that he knew you like the back of his hand was annoying.
âDonât change the subject! Youâre still not in the clear for forgetting about me for two whole days, Hyunjin.â Youâre not actually mad, just feeling a little bit neglected. Hyunjin has never gone MIA like that, without even texting you brief updates throughout the day just so youâll know he was still alive and kicking. Your boyfriend was thoughtful, sweet, and considerate â the radio silence you got for the past two days was very unlike him.
âI didnât forget.â He counters, and youâre sure heâs shaking his head vehemently, denying all of your accusations. âI could never forget, not in this lifetime or any others.â
âLiar.â You mock him, making a face he canât see and tease you about like heâd usually do. âYou could have texted, at least. Let me know youâd be busy.â
âIâm sorry, love.â His voice is soft, apology genuine as can be when he doesnât try to justify himself or find excuses. Hyunjin is aware that if the roles were reversed, heâd feel the same way youâre feeling right now, the anxiety and worry eating at him from the inside and leaving behind a restlessness he couldnât shake off no matter how hard he tried to. And he does, to an extent. Not being able to contact you drove him on the brink of insanity, making him moodier and more difficult to work it, which was so unlike him.
âCan I talk to Kkami?â He adds, trying to make it up to you in his own, creative way youâve come to love.
âWhat?â You canât help but laugh, not sure you heard him right.
âPass the phone to Kkami for a moment, please?â
Now youâre curious, wondering what that beautiful mind had in store for you this time. Youâve been dog-sitting Kkami since he left, sending him regular updates in hopes of brightening up his day and keeping the homesickness at bay. Your camera roll has been full of pictures and videos of Kkami - walking him, playing together and being cute just for Hyunjinâs delight. A small price to ensure your boyfriendâs everlasting happiness.
âShould I leave you two alone? Give you some privacy?â
He laughs, and you hear the sound of a bag zipping up. âYes. This is just between us boys, sorry baby.â
Shaking your head with a smile, you do as he asks, lowering the phone close to Kkamiâs ear like the pup could actually catch Hyunjin up on whatâs been happening around the house since he left. At the sound of his ownerâs voice, Kkamiâs eyes open as his ears perk up, visibly excited to hear him after so long. With his tail waggling, Kkami listens attentively to whatever Hyunjin is telling him, sleep long forgotten as you start giggling next to him, not believing your eyes.
Kkami was not an affectionate dog, often biting or growling at your lover like he was sick of him. Hyunjinâs presence and fussing were a bore, the dog quickly growing tired of his excited nature, even though your boyfriend was the person he loved most in the world.
Thatâs exactly why, youâre taken aback when he sprints off the couch, running a lap around the living room before returning to jump at your feet, barking and licking the hand closest to him excitedly.
Dumbfounded, you bring the phone back to your ear laughing. âWhat did you say to him? Heâs suddenly so happy to see me.â
âHeâs groveling in my stead. I told him to show you how much I miss you.â
Your heart melts, and suddenly heâs all forgiven as tears well up in your eyes. âHyunâŚâ
âActually, I asked him if he wanted a treat.â Your tears get absorbed right back as a laugh bubbles out of the both of you, with Kkami jumping into your lap to beg properly. âI guess he figured I wasnât there to give him some, so now he expects them from you.â
âYou set me up.â You say, voice laced with playfulness as you stand up, scooping Kkami with one hand to fulfill his request. A true glutton, heâd never forgive you if you denied him his beloved snacks.
âMaybe. But my words had the desired effect.â His tone is softer now, and you can hear the smile in his voice. âYouâre laughing.â
Yet, the joy didnât reach its full potential, and never will with hundreds of miles between you. Happiness in its truest form found you in a handful of moments, and for most of them, Hyunjin was right by your side, fueling you with the love and devotion he held for you and you alone. He made you happy like nobody else, helping you see color even on the darkest days. Your beloved loved painting, thatâs what he did, you just never thought he could bring forth his talent and make you see beauty in everything, guiding you to see the world through his eyes that always sparkled like he held the entire galaxy in them.
âBaby.â
Hyunjin gasps so loudly, almost like he is on the verge of bursting with happiness, matching Kkamiâs energy to a T, ready to jump through the phone to feel your love and affection again.
âCan we facetime? I miss your beautiful face.â You add once Kkami is back on his own paws, devouring the stinky treat in your hand as you crouch to his level.
âFacetime? Love, Iâll literally catch the earliest flight and be there in record time! This little screen isnât cutting it anymore, I need to see you with my own eyes before I get so desperate I start walking back just to be in your arms!â
And that is your cue to get on a plane first and finally visit your boyfriend before he keeps his word and ends up at your doorsteps with nothing but a duffle bag and a sob story about how much he missed you to justify his careless actions.
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DP x DC prompt [3]
during one of the final psych evals at Arkham right before he gets to be released, the whole thing wrapped up so tidy, just a little relapse which involved a robbery. Getting sent back to Arkham, but he got to stay at the asylum so long that he no longer has to serve a prison sentence, score!
But during that eval his overseeing psychiatrist recommended him to have a change of scenery, some fresh non polluted air.
Riddler was rather convinced the guy was making this recommendation to everyone in Arkham in their own weird way to convince them to just leave Gotham and become someone else's problem. should he notify Batman about it somehow? nah, itâll be more interesting to see how this is gonna turn out in the long run.
But can he leave the state? Can he even leave the city? he never really bothered to look into it, at least not legally, up until now if he felt he needed to leave for one of his plans he just did it.
Turns out he can, itâs a whole hassle and a half though, first a judge and then a probation officer and heâs pretty sure both were like âwhat the hell is this psychiatrist guy thinking!?â but at the same time, shrink probably knows what heâs doing (WRONG) so heâs allowed to go visit out of state family or whatever.
he had to wear this nice ankle monitor though, Wayne Enterprises⢠tech, not overly bulky but still very present. real fancy, and a fun extra challenge heh.
now as for a good reason to leave New Jersey heâs going to need distant relatives, and he finds some, great grandpa walker also has a son, who had a son who had a daughter Madeline, who married some guy Jack Fenton, and she lives somewhere out in the boonies Illinois. great heâll visit her.
far enough away in all sense of the word that there is no way she knows anything about him. it would be best to call her first though, be polite about it.
âhello, you have reached Fenton works, this is Maddie speakingâÂ
âRiddle me this-â ah whoops, habit, oh whatever, âwe donât share parents, but certainly a part of your life, from laughter to strife. Who am I?â
there is a pause âŚÂ heâs going to be a bit disappointed if she hangs up if heâs honest.
âcousins~â comes the cheery reply.
âcorrect! the name is Edward Nygma, we are distantly related you and I and well-â
âoh you simply must come visit!âÂ
well this was rather easy, perhaps a little too easy, but she lives in the midwest so maybe just going with whatever some guy says over the phone is normal there? stranger danger not really a thing in a small town where everyone knows everyone?
things start to make a little more sense once he gets there and heâs starting to think some things might run in the family. like a preference for the colour green and weird hyperfixations and genius bordering on insanity. Though that remains to be seen, Jack does not seem like a very bright light after his very enthusiastic welcome.
their kids however are observant and sharp. young Jasmine is wasting no time trying to psychoanalyze him. and the boy, Danny, he had not really meant to and he swears heâs sticking with calling the kid Danny so he wouldnât seem overly familiar, but he might have called him little bird a couple times now.
but thatâs all whatever, heâs playing nice here. and he doesnât even have to worry about his eccentricities tripping him up because this place is insane.
There actually is a local teen vigilante active but he seems about as loved as heâs disliked. and the ghost boyâs enemies are basically all his own kind, which another crazy thing to now know about. ghost. they are real actually, how is Gotham not completely overrun? and how do they even work? and where do they keep coming from?
Edward might be getting a little sidetracked here. He had fully intended to sneakily get his next big game plan underway all the way out here, ankle monitor be damned. but he hasnât made any progress at all.
Instead heâs been listening to Madeline and Jack to maybe figure out what the deal is with these ectoplasmic entities, he has to know, at this point he might go crazier if he doesnât.Â
Heâs making Jasmine promise him not to get her doctorate in Gotham, heâs going back and forth with space riddles with Danny.
so yeah the whole thing kinda just became a vacation, maybe the psychiatrist had the right idea after all? hmm nah, probably not. but this is fun. Heâs thinking about recommending this place to some of the others.
It's different enough to get the vacation feel, but enough crazy shit happens to make it all feel like home.
it is not until Maddie wants to talk with him about potentially switching the position of godfather of Danny to him rather than some weird rich friend of theirs that Edward realizes he might have lost the plot somewhere
Apparently the little bird basically begged them with a powerpoint presentation on how he likes Edward so much more than that Vladimir guy.Â
And honestly, the fellow sounds like a Dracula Lutho so even if itâs kinda sad Edward can understand why heâd be considered a better option. Even if the guy has more money and a huge company that makes him said money. And itâs not like the Fentons know about his Riddler activities.
Thinking it over, Edward does think that Danny would like Gotham and Wayne has that space program thing right? The kid is definitely smart enough for that (Nygma certified), and yeah Edward does quite like their space themed back and forth. So, fuck it, why not, what is the worst that could happen?
He doubts Maddie and Jack are gonna kick it any time soon anyway out here in the boonies, itâs just a title thing, a stamp of approval or something.
he should have known he was going to eat those words later⌠he had this whole beautifully elaborate trap set up for the whole Batclan, and he was just getting to the good part when his phone went off.
Had to put the whole thing on pause cause that particular contact wasnât gonna get ignored. He did promise to be available.
If the whole thing he had planned now went tits up he could at the very least laugh later at the reactions of the bats as he told them to âhold up one second, I have to take this.â while they were all in various perilous positions.Â
Sadly he did have to go, he had a very distressed godson to pick up.
#dc x dp#danny phantom#dcxdp#dpxdc#danny fenton#The Riddler#jasmine fenton#madeline fenton#jack fenton#edward nygma#Story idea#it took me annoyingly long to figure out how to add a read more line btw#I was going to add some other things as well but I didn't want it to get super long#I imagine Vlad was absolutely furious about losing his godfather status#but our boy Eddie just runs circles around him and humiliates him every step of the way#there is only one vampire themed guy that can put the Riddler in his place and you ain't it chief#also I was planning on adding a thing where Edward ends up in the ghost zone somehow#which makes his ankle monitor go off#notifying the bats#because he either somehow managed to destroy the thing in an instant without making any of the build in warnings go off#or he's no longer on the planet
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Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)
hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!
summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam
warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!
word count: 2,925
nsfw after the cut!!
You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.
...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.
Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up.Â
Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.
"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.
"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?"Â
His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows.Â
"Use your words," he demanded.Â
"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes.Â
"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.
"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.
"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.
He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.
âSuck,â he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.
âYou know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,â he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasnât fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.
âPoor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be âMikeyâs little slut,â werenât you? Thatâs what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?â he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.
âAwh, donât be mad, princess,â he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. âYou really think Iâm done with you?â
With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mikeâs hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.
ââM about to fuck you so hard you see stars,â he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.
âYouâre gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,â he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.
âFuck, Mikey, baby, Iâm gonna fucking cum,â you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.
âCum for me, baby,â Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.
âYouâre such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,â he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mikeâs cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mikeâs moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.
âThatâs it, baby, feels so good,â he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.
âLetâs get you cleaned up,â he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.
âYou always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,â you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.
âI love you, of course I want to make sure âm taking care of you,â he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. âThank you for letting me⌠you know.. blow off some steam,â he said, wiggling his brows.
âOf course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?â you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.
âI just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. Iâm so used to having to fight that I donât know how to shut up and listen,â he mumbled. âIt was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning⌠I just.. I donât know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?â he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.
âI love you, Mike, so much. And Iâm so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just⌠thank you,â you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.
âI love you, princess, you donât even know how much,â he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.
âOh, and baby?â he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. âWear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.â You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.
When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks youâd left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someoneâs eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldnât think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.
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III â GAMBARE, GAMBARE // In the world of crime and blood, Sukuna knows what's off limits. You certainly are one of those things and yet, he's unable to stop thinking of you.
contents: smut, little angst-ish in some places, mafia!au, unprotected sex, a hint of body worshipping, violence, mentions of death, subtle threats, reader discretion is advised â 3,2k words
a/n: third part, thank you so much for support guys! it means the world to me to see how INSANELY big is the tag list now. i literally love y'all~ â¤ď¸ also, just as the first part got inspired by the absolutely menacing quote from our king, it only felt natural to include the famous gambare, gambare (do your best) into this one.
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Sukuna prefers to think of himself as one of significant intelligence. Over the years, during which he ruled over the entire criminal milieu, he proved himself to stand atop of anyone who dared to even think of overturning his jurisdiction. All the exceptionally dumb bold ones that once wished to take the position of a boss from his hands had learned the hard way why troubles with Sukuna Ryomen are the least desirable fate of anyone who bears any volume of oil inside their brains.
Itâs not only tactical or business intelligence that heâs priding himself with. Itâs also the excessive knowledge about general rules of life that allowed him to comfortably push and pull the edges of whatâs right and wrong, bending his own reality to his liking. Now itâs intuitive â he just knows where he can put more pressure and where itâs not worth his time. He knows what to bet his money on and what wonât realistically pay back. And most importantly, up until that point, Sukuna thought he can tell with his eyes closed which people he should consider crossing paths with, what men can be useful whilst he aims to reach his targets and which crowds he shouldnât mess around with â for various reasons, most of which being just business and inconvenience. Same thing concerns women. Ryomenâs position works like a magnet and not a day passes by without girls, often way too young to even think of him, throwing themselves at him, led by fantasies of money and power veiled in the shades of love. If he wished, he could have a different toy every time the night falls and if heâd be just slightly less trained, he might have fallen for the temptation. But he didnât.
Sukuna learned it from experience, not exactly his own, but of his pawns, that allowing random women in the proximity of their profession usually leads to catastrophes. Girls get persistent, they grow attached, they fall in love sooner than itâs even logical and then they threat, they blackmail; all of which eventually leads to their deaths because dealing with just barely adults that weaponize tears and screams is something he doesnât allow in his circle. There were no exceptions, any man bearing similar power to Ryomen knows that thereâs no place for romance in the world of death and bones, the one thatâs stained in red and sorrow. If there happens to be love, itâs always of people from inside the criminal circle, sharing the same set of broken morals. Mafia should never tie itself romantically with civilians. Especially him, the leader, the menace that he is in the world of misdeed, murder and corruption, knew all too well why he should never, ever, even think of someone from outside of his tale as of anything more than one time plaything. That would be irresponsible, straight up naĂŻve. It would be foolish. He knew all of that and not even once he felt any need to engage into any kind of relationship with someone that he deemed non-profitable to his general targets.
Then why the fuck he kept thinking of you? Why he kept seeing you after what was supposed to be a fun one-time fuck? Why did the taste of your lips and the sweet scent of your skin made him so completely addicted that he couldnât focus on his own business without his mind wandering to the memory of you at least once an hour? He just liked your body, he told himself every time he thought of sending you a message. You were a good lay, it was purely physical. You did, after all, take his dick like you were born solely for this very purpose. He was meeting you only for sex and it was an accident that some of these meetings began with a dinner. All of the gifts he showered you with were just a form of payment for the service. Sukuna knew much better than to let his emotions take control of him.
âWhatâs on your mind?â Your quiet voice tore Ryomen out of the realm of his self-criticism. The tone that you spoked with was raspy, the testimony of the rough, throat-fucking he had used you for just few hours prior, and yet, it still somehow flowed with cottony softness, so characteristic to you.
âNothing important,â he replied bluntly, lowering his gaze to where your face was buried into the broad muscle of his chest; your frame completely hidden in his own, much larger and stronger. It was another night you spent in his house, one of those that began with the reservation in one of Tokyoâs best restaurants that served traditional Japanese cuisine. You showed up in a dress made of dark olive silk, long enough to reach your high-heeled sandals and clinging to your shapes as if it was made to be worn over the divinity that was your body. The long, scandalous slit exposed one of your legs and the thin straps accentuated your shoulders and cleavage just perfectly. It was a dress that he himself bought and ordered to be delivered to you in an expensive box before that day. Now that very same gown was laying somewhere, discarded on the floor in the living room of his mansion.
âSometimes I feel like youâre plotting my death,â you chuckled against his skin, the vibration of the act made him scoff because both him and you knew that the scenario you offered wasnât exactly falling into the realm of fiction.
âIf I were to kill you, I wouldnât need to plot it. One bullet is all it would take,â he retorted with calm and despite any logic, instead of creating some distance, instead of running away you hummed at his statement and pressed your lips to the center of his chest.
You were way over fearing Sukuna and his world. The few months that you spend seeing him, you came to terms with the heavy weight of tragic fate that was now resting on your shoulders. It couldnât end well, you shouldnât tangle yourself with a man such as him, the path of your normal life should never come even close to the blood tainted one he was walking through. You should have never left the club with him and once you did, you should have run out his house the moment he gave you a chance. Instead of that, you stayed. That night, after the time of Ryomenâs pursue and the unfortunate event with Naoya and his gang, soon turned into two. Then just few more and then many more. The one-night stand evolved into continuous romance and though it was strewn with roses and intimacy, it came also with the realization that the more you see him, the less days you have left. There was no way for someone like you, an outsider, the mere civilian with no mafia bonds whatsoever, to be living a long life. Sukuna has enemies, there are people that want the power he holds and will eventually target you. That is, of course, if he doesnât kill you himself over time â out of boredom or prevention. You knew a lot, he had told you more than he should.
But you loved him. You had seen him do some pretty dark things that would make most peopleâs eyes water, and in all honesty, it did the same thing to yours, but then, with you, Sukuna was always protective. You loved the way he always seemed to know just what you needed, the way he read you like an open book and knew just what to say or do to put you at ease. You loved the way he made you feel like the only woman in the world, how he made you feel beautiful, even on the days you felt like a total mess. He was a danger, a threat so deadly you shouldnât play with it, he was a flame that you were bound to burn yourself on, but he was also the only person in the world you felt so safe around. Ever since you met, he had protected you. Even if his words were harsh and his own deeds rough, he never failed to envelop you in a bubble inside of which nothing and no one could hurt you.
âOh, how much youâd miss me,â a certain sense of amusement hinted in the tone you used as the sheepish smile stretched your lips. Ryomen acted suddenly, grabbing the tiny thing that was your body and pressing your back to the mattress. His fingers wrapped around the frail of your neck; it wouldnât take much of his strength to snap it and yet, you seemed rather comfortable with his grip secured around your airways. Over the time you managed to grow enough trust to know he wonât hurt you for no reason. Your lover was a man powerful enough, there was no need for seeding fear in you. You were also smart enough to differentiate the real danger from the playful acts. If Sukuna truly wanted you to be scared, you most definitely would be scared shitless.
âYou think so?â His tone dropped an octave as he crawled above you; your bare figure now trapped underneath the weight of his presence. He got your legs between his initially, the heavy shaft of his dick rested over your lower belly as he shifted his hand from your throat down to cup your breasts. Your body seemed to never stop attract him, no matter how many times he touched and tasted it. You looked almost angelic in the dim light of that morning; the remnants of sleep still painted over your features and the only things that disturbed the innocence of your picture were the marks he had left on your plush, velvety skin. Red and angry spots that he sucked onto your flesh adorned the beauty of your frame, ultimately making you his own. âArenât you a little too confident?â
âI think Iâm confident just enough,â you grinned playfully, smoothing over his hands, one staying on top of his palm on your breast and the other reaching up his arm to touch more of him. There was always a hunger lingering inside of you, you were never completely satiated and even if your body was utterly exhausted, you were always happy to take more. Sukuna made you feel ecstatic, like you were really his only one and though it was an illusion that you chose to believe in, it felt good to imagine yourself as his only care.
âAnd why would I miss you, huh? Arenât you only a plaything for me?â The question he asked was meant to sound venomous but the sound of his voice betrayed the lighthearted intention. âDo you think Iâll blink twice when discarding you when I get bored of what you can give me?â
âI donât think youâll hesitate,â a chuckle once again shook your chest gently as you watched how Sukuna gently pulled your legs up from underneath him and brought one of your ankles to his face. The kisses he smeared along your shin were delicate, completely contrasting with the threatful impression that he was trying to make. He was worshipping you so openly, it made you blush every time. âBut even though I know you wouldnât think twice before killing me, I also think youâd miss me afterwards.â
Once the tender caresses finished, your calves landed on top of his shoulders as he leaned forward, squeezing a breathy moan out of you as he pushed his length into you to the very base of it, sliding on enough spit that it made the entrance easy. Ryomen learned your body through and through, he knew you can take it, he knew youâre always ready and eager to take him. Even if itâs early, even if it hurts. No matter when and where, if he told you to sit on his dick in the middle of a grocery store, youâd probably do just that and ask no questions. And yet, he knew where the boundaries are. Not once he pushed you when you were feeling bad. Not once he used you when you were not ready. The knowledge he now had about you came from observation.
âI think I would miss you,â he purred, his lips so close that they brushed against yours as he spoke. Heâs got you in a mating press, filled to the brim with his bricked-up manhood and completely at his mercy. âYou are addicting.â
âSo keep me safe,â you whispered, cupping his face and chasing the kiss he was yet to give you. The request caught him slightly off guard. The pleading undertone made his heart clench; a feeling that heâs gone without for a decade at least and though he hated the odd sensation in his chest, he also couldnât deny the warmth that spread throughout his body.
âYou are safe with me,â the reassuring lie he followed with a heavy press onto your lips, sealing his words with his own tongue and silently promising you his protection. A vow that he wished to keep and yet, feared he wonât be able to. But now, it wasnât important. Now you were here, in his bed, on his dick. Now there was just you and him.
Your dainty fingers found their place in his hair as he began thrusting into you. The new slick that combined with the remnants of the night made his movements easy as he dragged his hips back almost all the way out and then pushed back to the point of his pelvis clashing with the back of your thighs and your ass. The pace he set wasnât fast. It wasnât anything of what heâd most often pick, there was no violence intertwined into the melody of his hips. That morning it was sensual, it was deep and just rapid enough to stimulate every sweet spot inside of you. Stroke after stroke he was driving you crazy, he just barely started and already you felt yourself dripping. The filthy, wet sounds filled in the early aura and the muffled moans and whimpers accompanied them.
Sukuna allowed your legs to fall lower from where they were pressed against your chest and you hooked them around his hips. The newly earned access to his neck and shoulders you immediately used by allowing your hands to wander in the area, scratching his skin just to force a low purr from his throat. Every sound he made, you swallowed greedily as the kiss continued. Your tongues were dancing to the fiery rhythm of intimacy.
The coil in your stomach tightened all too quickly, you wished it to give you more time to enjoy what he was willing to give you but no matter how much you wanted your body to calm down, he made it absolutely impossible to achieve. Your veins were running with pure ecstasy and lust, the heated flurry that now was your brain was focused only on him, on the rhythm of his hips, on every sweet little lie that he whispered to you. Ryomen knew how to make you weak, he knew just how to angle his body to hit that one spot, the most sensitive one and you could feel him grinning against your lips. He knew you were close. The delicious squeezes that your cunt did on his girth were enough of a hint to notice and it gave him a sense of pride to be able to make you come undone so easily.
âJust few moments more,â he murmured and you nodded eagerly. Tears prickled in your eyes, gathering along your lash lines like crystals that he wished to kiss away, but was now too engulfed in the taste of your lips to part. His movements got quicker, just a little heavier as he began slamming into you with more force than at the beginning. Mornings tend to rid Sukuna from the ability to last â the ones that he spends with you in his arms, with your naked body pressed against his, unknowingly shifting against his dick for hours. That makes him unable to keep his composure for too long. Sometimes he feels like you strip him of all qualities that he once prided himself in, leaving him bare only to your eyes, with only the most primal needs exposed and he felt good with that kind of freedom.
ââŚdonât stop, oh god, âkuna~â, you were whimpering, arching your back underneath him and squeezing your little hands over his shoulders. âI canât, Iââ
âOh, you can. Do your best,â Sukuna chuckled, teasing you with such impossible tasks. Your head fell back, your thighs were trembling against his sides and he could tell heâs losing you. You were far too deep in the realm of desire to hear his words; all of your world now came down to what you felt, to how you felt him and Sukuna loved your blissed out state. He loved the way he was the one to push you so far over the edge that you wouldnât notice if the world was ending. But what he loved above that, was how you were gripping onto him; holding him tightly, pulling him closer as if you never wanted him to move away, as if he was everything you needed. And he was.
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â he muttered against your throat, painting the skin over there with wet trails of kisses and new, red marks â the ones gentle enough to fade in a matter of hours. You moaned something incoherent. âCum for me,â he allowed, not even sure if youâre registering his words. It had to be unconscious; the way your brain caught his voice between the blurry lines of everything else.
Your climax hit you like a rock; his name was slipping over your tongue continuously, so sweet and breathless that Sukuna was once again reassured that he never wants to hear anyone else calling him. Your walls were squeezing his throbbing length, he twitched and flexed inside you, groaning with satisfaction and before he allowed himself to come, he pushed himself up. As he sat on his heels, he pulled you with him; your body now on top of him and he used his hands to guide your hips up and down his dick. You wrapped yourself around him, finding a safe space for your face right where his neck connects with his muscular shoulder and all he needed to feel the bliss was the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin.
White seed painted your insides as he shot it as deeply as he could reach with you on top of him. Few more moves, few more groans and you could feel him relax. His strong arms snaked around your waist as he shifted slightly to lean against the headboard, straightening his legs in front of him. You stayed pressed against his chest, catching your breath and feeling the tension leaving your body as the morning went by. And as Sukuna held you so close to his heart, he couldnât rid himself of the feeling that it felt so right and that made the question bloom inside his brain. Was it still strictly physical? Was it ever only about sex?
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So Iâm a minor (16 to be specific) and I frequently watch and read stuff with explicit sexual or 18+ content in it. I live in an extremely conservative Christian household and things like explicit fanfic are pretty much the only option I have for learning about sex that isnât abstinence only. I do feel bad about it, especially when I see adults online say stuff like âoh i watched lots of inappropriate things as a teen that i really shouldnât haveâ and it makes me feel like Iâm ruining myself in a way that I wonât realize until Iâm an adult? Right now I donât see what the big deal is but i get the feeling that when iâm 24 or something Iâll wake up one day and be ashamed of this for some reason iâm not mature enough to know yet. Should I just stop and wait until Iâm 18 to continue or what?
hi anon,
okay. I'm gonna hit you with something:
turning 18 does not actually change the way you feel about porn or sex or anything. the difference between being seventeen and 364 days and being 18 is nonexistent. there's not a magical switch that changes you as a person; that comes from lived experience. if you're 18 and your experience is still that porn and smut and what have you i something that you should feel bad about, it's still going to feel that way and a birthday won't change that.
look, the whole notion of "I saw [x] that I shouldn't have when I was young" is like. okay. so you saw something that was a little mature for you that you didn't quite get? awesome. did you die? no. most people's hangups about sexuality don't come from seeing a rogue titty when they were a teenager, they come from the culture that person was raised in that made seeing a rogue titty feel like something to be ashamed of instead of a completely natural part of life.
story time! when I teach my 4th-6th grade OWL classes (Our Whole Lives, great human development program) I always start by holding a meeting with the kids' parents. I've been doing this for seven years, and every time without fail some of the parents will recall seeing porn for the first time as a kid. these guys were kids when printed porn magazines were still a thing, so they were discovering them in all kinds of places - the bedrooms of their parents or their friends' parents, at bus stops, in the woods, once even stowed in some farm equipment. and they remember it feeling illicit and exciting, sure, and possibly making them confused or even horny for the first time in their young lives, but like... that's it. none of these people are irreparably damaged by seeing porn. in fact, they've grown up to be the kind of people who go out of their way to make sure their young kids are enrolled in a queer-friendly, body-positive, diversity-embracing sex ed class to counter stereotypes and misinformation they might receive elsewhere.
looking at things that arouse you is morally neutral. it can be a great way to help you learn about what turns you on, and even if it's not the best source of factual, realistic depictions of sex, it can still help you discover things - hell, I only figured out what the clitoris was by reading Young Justice fanfic (shout out Snaibsel).
you can't ruin yourself, at any age, with the media you like to consume. what makes you uncomfortable and anxious is the attitude you've been taught to have about that media, which is something that has to be actively unlearned, because it's certainly not going to just disappear on its own when you become a legal adult.
tl;dr obviously no one is making you watch porn and you shouldn't if it makes you uncomfortable, but if you drop it right now and come back when you're 18 don't expect to feel any different if you haven't done any more unpacking re: the conservative Christianity of it all.
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Chasing Cars | ch 4 (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: the power outage is still power outing, curses, Jungkook being Jungkook, mentions of being really drunk and throwing up, explicit content: they talk about what happened in ch 3, teasing, some Mario Kart (yes, it has to be in the explicit content section lmao), hickeys, brat!reader, dom!Jungkook, big dick!Jungkook, degradation (he calls her a slut/pretty little slut), consent king Jeon Jungkook, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, jerking off, talks about having raw sex, protected sex, praise
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âa/n: new chapterrrrrrr! Enjoy reading everyone <3 there's a tiny bit of angst if you squint your eyes really hard, but the real angst will hit much later on. Thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing, you guys are the best <3
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
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Friday, February 15th
You wake up slowly, with the rising sun. Your room is dark, cold, yet youâre snuggled close to Jungkook, whose body heat has been keeping you warm all night. Heâs still asleep, mouth slightly parted, and you watch him for a few seconds before the events of last night come back to your mind, and you have to shut your eyes to try to forget.
Itâs hard. His arm is still draped over you, and it twitches in his sleep. You try to push him away, but he wraps his arm around you tighter, nuzzling his face in your neck. It does something to you that you entirely canât deal with, and you shut your eyes even harder, trying to ignore the way your heart is acting up in your chest.
You breathe in, the cold air taming the burning inside of you. You exhale slowly, and to your surprise, your heart finally decides to start calming down. You keep breathing deeply for a while, and you reckon it might have worked better than you expected because, next thing you know, you wake up with a start.
Jungkook is sitting next to you, and he offers you a lopsided grin as you meet his gaze, heart once again beating wildly.
âMorning, peach,â he greets you, voice gravelly with sleep.
You force yourself to sit up, and you stretch a yawn away. âMorning.â
âSlept well?â
Thereâs a teasing glint in his eyes, mischief laced with his words. You know you shouldnât be surprised. Know Jungkook is probably going to turn you into a blushing mess even more now. Especially as he smirks, head cocking to the side while he awaits your answer.
âYeah,â you answer, and you look towards the window as his eyes bore into your profile. You take a deep breath, another yawn moving through you before youâre able to look at him again. âDid you?â
âBetter than I thought I would,â he admits, and he stretches before lying back down, pulling the covers to his face. Itâs adorable, in a way Jeon Jungkook should never be, and you force yourself to not let it get to your mind as he continues, âI usually sleep like shit when I sleep with someone.â
You purse your lips, refusing to give meaning to his words as you say, âMaybe last night helped.â
The lopsided smile is back, and he nods once, sighing in content. âWe should lose power more often.â
In the hopes that power would come back during the night, you plugged in your phone before going to sleep. You reach for it on the night table, and even though your room is still freezing, youâre still taken aback that the power is still out.
âWell, we still donât have any,â you inform him.
He glances at you. âThen we should go back to sleep.â
At that, you snort, shaking your head. Even though your battery is low, you still go to your emails, trying to see if you received anything from your professor.
What you find is a college-wide email informing the students that all college activities are cancelled today and through the weekend, to start again on Monday. Your gaze widens before you glance at Jungkook.
âPower is still out in college, too,â you tell him. âSo, no class.â
Jungkookâs smile only grows wider, and he opens his arms for you to come cuddle again. âThen what are you waiting for?â
Your heart is warm. A hearth, in which a small fire has started to burn. Itâs soft, cozy, and you worry at your bottom lip as you survey Jungkook. As you try to figure out when you crossed the line, and if itâs too late to pull back.
You figure you can decide later when the power is back on and this bubble outside of time will have burst, and you lie back next to him. His arms, still wide open, look far too inviting, and it takes you about five seconds before youâre scooching into his embrace.
He sighs in content. âYou know,â he lets out. âIf Tae learns, Iâm a dead man.â
Reality crashes harder than a tsunami on a beach, and you try to pull away. Jungkook holds onto you, even when you push on his chest.
âI was just going to say,â he adds so youâd stop pushing him, âthat we should keep this between us.â
You nod against him as you finally stop trying to pull away. âYes, I agree.â
âGood.â
And Tae doesnât cross your mind for the rest of the morning. Eventually, you and Jungkook decide to move out of the safe comfort of the covers, needing to eat something before you die, as Jungkook jokes. Itâs a quick trip to the kitchen before you figure your room is far warmer than the rest of the apartment. You retreat with fruits, while Jungkook grabs a bowl of the food he cooked yesterday.
Watching him eat it cold makes you gag, so you turn away from him to focus on eating your apple and blueberries.
âWhat?â he says, and he sounds like his mouth is full.
âHow can you even be eating that?â
There are a few seconds of silence, while he clearly swallows his bite. âWhatâs wrong with it?â
You scrunch up your nose in disgust, glancing at him over your shoulder. His gaze is narrowed, eyebrows bunched together over his eyes as he fakes offence, or perhaps suspicion. It makes you snort, and you look away from him before you speak again.
âItâs cold.â
âWow, is it?â he teases. âNever would have noticed.â
You roll your eyes, forcing your laugh down because Jeon Jungkook shouldnât be making you laugh anyway. Silence replaces the conversation, and you finish eating in peace, watching the world outside the window.
It looks straight out of a fairy tale. The trees are covered in a thick coat of ice, and they glisten in the morning light as if they are made of glass. Itâs beautiful, in an unforgiving way, and you find peace in their contemplation.
Peace in this comfortable silence with Jungkook.
By the time youâre done eating, Jungkook has wolfed down the bowl he made for himself, and you both return to the kitchen to put away the dishes youâd used. Jungkook leans against the counter while you rinse them, arms folded on his chest.
âWhat should we do today?â he asks.
You cock an eyebrow. âWe?â
âYeah.â He chuckles. âUnless you want to be alone.â
Your eyes dart to him quickly, before returning to the safety of the spot where the jet of water hits the bowl youâre holding. âWhat do you want to do?â
âWe could go for a car ride,â he suggests. âTo charge up our phones.â
âDonât you think the roads are a little too dangerous right now?â
He plays with his piercing as he frowns slightly, clearly not having thought about this. âRight.â You watch as the cogs work in his brain, and you canât help the smile that slowly grows on your lips when his features light up. âWe can just stay parked somewhere.â
âWeâd still have to get there.â
He furrows his brows. âIâm sure theyâve put salt on the streets, we should be okay.â
What he doesnât know is that you donât need convincing. Youâve already decided youâd go, mostly because you do need to charge your phone. Not because you really need it right now, but just because the thought of not having it with you feels strange.Â
âWeâre going?â Jungkook presses as you remain silent.
He must be immune to the teasing glint you know for a fact has taken over your eyes. You sigh, before nodding once. âSure.â
He beams. âLetâs go!â
His enthusiasm makes you laugh, and you turn the tap off before turning to watch him as heâs leaving the kitchen.Â
âShouldnât we brush our teeth and freshen up first?â
He stops in his tracks. âRight.â He turns, flashing you a grin that reveals the same dimples you noticed yesterday. âGood luck with taking a shower, though.â
You snort. âLetâs just brush our teeth.â
Which is what you do, Jungkook pushing you with his hips as you stand next to him. You flip him off, and his eyes sparkle as he looks at you.
It stabs right through your heart, and you look away, searching for salvation on the tiles of the floor. It does nothing â reality is just a heartbeat away, and no matter how easy it is with Jungkook right now, youâre very aware that the moment the world returns to normalcy, your relationship with him will too.
And you still donât understand where this is coming from. Where this easy complicity between you comes from, and why youâve never really noticed before. Was it because of Taehyung?
Itâs a question you ask yourself for the next hour, as you sit in Jungkookâs car listening to music and belting out tunes even though youâre not half the singer that he is. He doesnât mention it, only laughs along with you before asking you stupid questions about your past, about Taehyung when you grew up and why you decided to move in with them.
He clearly doesnât like you saying that it was just because it was convenient. Itâs clear as spring water, and he pouts slightly as he says, âNot even for me?â
You punch him in the shoulder. âI didnât know you when I moved in.â
âBut now you do,â he teases, smirk moving on his lips.Â
Thereâs more meaning to his words than it seems, and you feel blush creeping on your cheeks. âDo I?â
âIâd say watching me jerk off and come is a good way to get to know me, no?â
âJungkook!â
He laughs like a child as you flush furiously purple, trying to ignore how, as a matter of fact, his words are actually turning you on. You donât want to think about last night, just want to focus on the now, on this unexpected friendship.
Jungkook has other plans for you, because he says, âDonât tell me you didnât like it.â
You glare at him. âShut up.â
âYouâre blushing.â
If possible, your glare intensifies. âShut the fuck up.â
He dissolves in a fit of giggles that makes your heart skip a beat, and you roll your eyes before glancing at your phone.Â
âMineâs full now,â you mutter.Â
For a reason you donât quite understand, Jungkook has two phone cords in his car, both of them working to charge. He glances at his phone, shaking his head.
âYouâre going to be stuck with me for longer, peach,â he tells you mischievously. âMineâs only on 75%.â
âDo you really need it full?â
He offers you an innocent smile. âDefinitely.â
Your phone buzzes, and you both glance towards it. Youâve received a text from Ria, in the group chat you share with the whole friend group. Sheâs asking how everyoneâs surviving, and if anyone needs to crash at the dorm, which for some reason, is the only place on campus that still has power.
You hesitate for half a heartbeat before turning your phone off.
*****
Today was fun, albeit cold. After charging your phones in Jungkookâs car, you took a long walk through campus, just talking about everything and nothing as if youâd always been close.
As if he didnât finger you with his cum last night.
Whenever the thought resurfaces, it makes you startle, and Jungkook smirks. Because he knows â obviously he does.
He knows the effect he has on you. You think he sees how you tense whenever his hand touches yours, whenever he stands just a little too close. And maybe thatâs why you avoided going home for a long time, because youâre afraid that being stuck between four walls with him again will make you go insane.
Alas, when you both grow hungry sometime in the afternoon, you canât force him to stay out, so you follow him home, ignoring the weight of your turned-off phone in your pocket.
Fortunately enough, on all the journey walking around campus, you didnât run into anyone from your friend group. Somehow, you were afraid that you would â what would they think if they saw you hanging out with Jungkook?
More importantly, what would Hoseok think? Maybe it makes you an asshole, but in the moment, you donât really care. You are entirely focused on Jungkook, mostly because itâs easy to be entirely focused on him. As if heâs the full moon in a summer night sky â he makes all the stars hard to see, as he shines too bright for their glow to be noticeable.Â
You sigh as youâre settled in the kitchen, door closed as Jungkook reheats something on the stove. Itâs not extremely cold in the apartment, but keeping the door shut does help with keeping the kitchen warm enough to be bearable with only a thick sweater on.
You think Jungkook is crazy. Heâs only wearing a beige and indigo athletic Nike vest, and heâs left it unzipped because he claimed he was getting too warm. Underneath, a white t-shirt rests loosely around his waist, and youâve been doing your best to forget just how dainty his waist is, under all the clothes.
âSee, weâre going to build up your heat tolerance,â he says over his shoulder, and he flashes you a grin before focusing on what heâs reheating again.
âGood luck with that,â you answer, chuckling. âIâve tried before, and nothing works.â
âYou and Tae really are the worst at that,â Jungkook teases, and you roll your eyes even if he canât see.Â
Indeed, heâs turned his head towards the window, and he watches the sun as it gets lower in the sky, nearing the horizon. Youâre afraid of when itâll be gone under; youâre afraid itâll elicit sinful activities between you and Jungkook again.
Afraid, yet with a certain kind of apprehension to it. Perhaps because itâs not fear of him, but rather fear of yourself.
Itâs hard to remember that heâs Taehyungâs best friend when youâre alone with him like this.
Especially when he sets a steaming bowl of food in front of you, a wicked smile on his lips as he forces you to eat. As you choke on it, the heat too much to handle for you. Jungkook laughs out loud before handing you a glass of ice-cold water.
It barely helps, and the heat remains for a while as you eat, and even more so as youâre done, watching Jungkook eating a second portion as if he hasnât eaten the first one in record time. Youâre playing music on your phone, your usual study playlist â lo-fi beats â and Jungkook seems to like it. Heâs been nodding his head to the music as he devoured his bowl.
When he finishes eating, sitting back in his chair as he rests a hand on his stomach, he once again offers you the wide grin. The sun is setting now â the whole kitchen is turning to gold, and you hate that the glow makes him look ethereal, like heâs a piece of heaven fallen to Earth for you to enjoy.
âDo you want to wash yourself?â Jungkook asks out of the blue. You cock an eyebrow in question, but before youâve had a chance to say anything, he adds, âWe could warm some water on the stove and use that to wash ourselves.â
Your eyes widen. âThatâs actually a good idea.â
âCome on, peach,â he lets out, and he chuckles as he shakes his head, a little condescendingly. âYou really think Iâm stupid, donât you?â
Stupid wouldnât be the word that youâd use. Arrogant, maybe. Too full of himself, for sure. But you donât think that saying so would be a good idea, so you only shrug.
âArenât you?â
He bursts out laughing, that goofy smile that makes your heart skip beats in your chest as if youâre twelve and itâs the first time youâre speaking to a guy. âIâm not, thank you very much. I wouldnât be in college if I was.â
âLots of stupid people are in college,â you point out mischievously.
He tuts. âIâd thought by now youâd know Iâm not a lot of people, peach.â He cocks his head to the side, and his eyes drop to your lips. âYou get fingered by a lot of guys like that?â
You turn to fire. âExcuse me?â
And the goofy smile returns, as if he didnât just say the crudest sentence in the world. âJust teasing you.â
You narrow your eyes but donât find any retort to that. It makes Jungkookâs grin widen, and then he gets up to bring your bowl and his to the sink. As heâs rinsing them, he offers you a look.
âShould I reheat some water then?â he asks, the teasing tone gone.Â
You try a look towards him, but standing there, the sun forms too much of an aura around him, so you can barely see him even if you squint your eyes.Â
âYeah, Iâd like that.â
âOne pot for you and one for me, then!â
His statement makes you laugh, and you get up to actually help him get the pots on the stove. You turn the gas on, using the lighter so that the flames catch, and soon the water is heating up, and the prospect of freshening up brings a smile to your lips.
You notice Jungkook looking at it, features turning somber. And heâs quick to look away. Quick to focus on where the sun dipped under the horizon, watching the clouds turning to gold above.
âHave you spoken to Tae today?â he asks, and the reminder of your brother makes you clench your jaw, ever so slightly.
âNo,â you admit. You think heâll say more, but he remains silent. So you take it upon yourself to make conversation, and you ask, âHave you?â
He shrugs. âJust told him the power is still out.â
âMmh.â
The silence is deafening then â you can barely hear it over the clamour in your thoughts. And you donât know where itâs coming from, only that the more the silence stretches, the more you grow unsteady on your feet.
âHow did you guys meet?â you ask, voice sounding a little strained.
Jungkook shoots you a look. âHe didnât tell you?â
You purse your lips and shake your head no, which earns you a chuckle from him. It makes you grow suspicious, and you narrow your gaze. âWhat?â
âNothing.â He pauses, observes your features for a moment with those big doe eyes of his before he says, âWe met Frosh week.â
You remain silent, waiting for him to continue.
âHe was pissed out drunk in a bush,â Jungkook admits, and his eyes fog up with the memories as he looks away from you. âJimin is the one that found him first. And mind you, I only knew Jimin for a few days then, since we were dorm roommates.â
But you know how easy friendship forms in that Frosh week. You and Nabi are a good example of it after all.
âWe couldnât find anyone who knew him, so we brought him back to the dorm. He threw up in Jiminâs bed, and the next day he suggested grabbing breakfast together, as a thank you for taking care of him.â
Jungkook smiles fondly, and his gaze connects with yours. âAnd the rest is history.â
It sure is. Youâre not really sure where you come into this story â if you should come into it at all. Because Jungkook and Taehyung really are close â what would Taehyung say if he knew what Jungkook and you did?
Itâs a scary thought, one that youâve remedied with Jungkook already. You just have to not tell Taehyung, simple as that.
âI think the water is ready,â Jungkook admits, and he dips his fingers in one of the pots. He nods, before saying, âYou can grab yours, and go to the bathroom. Iâll clean up in my room.â
âDonât you need soap?â
He raises an eyebrow. âYou know soap can be carried outside of a bathroom? Like, itâs not confined-â
His sentence dies as you punch him in the chest, and he starts laughing as you curse him under your breath, grabbing the pot.Â
âOpen the door for me,â you grumble as you walk towards it.
âPlease?â
You look up to the water-stained ceiling. âAre you for real?â
âYes.â
You debate silently, though you know that youâll cave in.
You reckon youâll always cave in where Jungkook is concerned.Â
âCan you please open the door for me?â you ask, and you scold yourself internally for not being able to stand your ground.
âOf course, peach,â he says, grinning widely. âI can actually carry that to the bathroom for you, I need to grab soap and a towel anyway.â
He walks towards you, gently taking the pot out of your hands, so you end up opening the door for him, begrudgingly following him to the bathroom. You follow him in, watching him as he carefully puts the pot down in the sink.Â
âHere you go,â he says as he shoots you a look over his shoulder.Â
You canât help but look away as your gazes connect, before mumbling, âThank you.â
âYou could at least sound happy about it,â he teases. You roll your eyes, though a smile teases the corners of your lips. Jungkook taps your cheek, and you bristle, stepping away from him.Â
If he cares he doesnât show it, instead moving to grab a washcloth and his shower gel.Â
Are you disappointed to see him go? Maybe. But you donât let it show, instead shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it before you strip out of your clothes to wash up.
Itâs freezing, and you hate every second of it, so you make it quick, washing the most strategic and important body parts. When youâre done, you move to grab your clean clothes from theâŚ
You never grabbed clean clothes, did you?Â
You curse under your breath, mostly cursing Jungkook for making you so stupid around him. You hate it - you feel like you lose most of your brain cells when heâs around. But you canât help it, and you tightly wrap yourself in a towel as you pray to the God above, if thereâs one, to not make you run into Jungkook as you walk back to your room.
Of course, Jungkook opens the door to his room the second you are in front of it. You startle, freezing like a deer in headlights, and Jungkookâs gaze dips to your legs.
You hate the smirk growing on his lips the second it appears.
âWhatâs got you walking around naked in this temperature?â
Though you reckon his gaze warms you up in an instant, you reply, âFuck off, I just forgot to get clean clothes.â
He leans against his doorframe, slipping his hands in the pocket of his grey sweatpants. He looks the perfect picture of male insolence, and fuck, it does things to you that it shouldnât.
Like, make you remember that he fingered you with his cum yesterday. Thinking about it, it was a really stupid thing to do, but you hadnât been able to resistâŚ
And from the way heâs eyeing you right now, you highly doubt youâll be able to resist him again. You realize then that the apartment is darkening, that soon youâll have to light up the candlesâŚÂ
Youâre sinking in quicksands, arenât you?
âHow unfortunate,â Jungkook comments, always so arrogant.
âI said it already, but do really fuck off, JK,â you reply.
He tilts his head to the side - the predator, and you, its next meal. âThatâs not what you were saying yesterday.â
You blush, bright scarlet taking over your features, and you roll your eyes, choosing to ignore his comment as you finish walking to your room.
âThatâs what I thought,â he says behind you, and you flip him off over your shoulder, which makes him laugh that boyish laugh that does things to you.
You lean against the bedroom door once you get in, heart beating out of your chest, cursing power for going out, and cursing your brother for choosing to do a semester abroad.
Itâs useless - the cursing, that is. Because it wonât change anything, and a small, tiny, minuscule part of you doesnât want it to⌠so you curse yourself too for good measure.
By the time you finally emerge from your bedroom, the sun has fully set, and youâve been using your phone as a flashlight. Jungkook is sitting in the living room, playing on his Switch, which apparently still has battery, and he glances at you as you approach.
âWant to play a game?â he asks, offering you a small smile.Â
His features are lit from the screen, and he looks soft, his big eyes slightly crinkling at the corners. You hold in your own smile, instead cocking an eyebrow.
âSo that I can beat your ass?â you say.
You watch as fire catches in his gaze, and you think heâs about to burn you to the spot. âOh, you wanna play this game?â he says, his voice suddenly an octave lower.
A thrilled shiver runs down your spine, and you finish crossing the distance between you and him, sitting next to him. The leather couch is freezing, but you hold your wince in as you motion to the Switch.
âYou think you can beat my ass?â he asks.Â
âI know I can.â
He smirks, leaning back on the couch. He rests his head against the backrest, turning his head towards you. âOh, peach,â he breathes out. âYouâre cute when you try to be sassy.â
You widen your gaze. âTry to be sassy! Iâm serious, Iâll beat your ass.â
âIn any game?â he asks, and his eyes dip to your lips.
âMario Kart,â you say, folding your arms on your chest.
Youâre wearing a thick sweater, yet it doesnât stop Jungkook from looking down, and you know exactly what heâs seeing - you, with your legs spread wide open for him like they were yesterday.
âWinner gets head,â he says, and you really think youâre about to catch fire.
âWhat about Tae?â
You canât help the question. Because you donât want to do that to your brother, but youâve been unable to resist. You know shame and guilt will catch up to you one day - hell, Ria will never let you live it down if she learns whatâs already happened.Â
Jungkook shrugs. âI donât think itâd make any difference after yesterday.â
âSo you want me to choke on your dick?â
Night and you and Jeon Jungkook really donât mix well, do they? Because you want him. You want him so bad right now you think youâre about to go insane, yet you know you shouldnât.
âFuck, peach.â He chuckles. âI want to know if you taste as good as you look.â
You wet your lips, and his eyes fall to your mouth, staying there as you say, âWell then, winner gets head,â you murmur, and you think heâs about to say âfuck itâ and jump on you.
You really do think he wonât be able to resist, and frankly, you donât want him to. You feel yourself leaning forward, a moth to the flame, but Jungkook clears his throat, and his eyes shoot to yours.
âDeal.â
Jungkook sets up the game, and since you canât play multiplayer thanks to the power being out and the TV not functioning, you settle on whoever gets first place first. Which you reckon is stupid - getting first place when youâre playing against the AI isnât really an impressive feat.Â
You shiver before Jungkook starts his race, and he pauses the game to glance at you. âDo you want to go to your room?â
You cock an eyebrow. âToo excited to play here?â
He rolls his eyes, though a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. âNo, youâre freezing, and I figured, since your room is the smallest, if we do like yesterday, we can probably keep it warm. Or at least warmer than here.â His last words are accompanied by a vague motion of his hand encompassing the living room, and you reckon he does have a point.Â
âSure then,â you say, nodding once.Â
You get up from the couch, and Jungkook quickly follows you. Heâs so close, looming behind you like heâs the predator about to pounce on its prey, and you shudder with delight, warmth pooling in your lower stomach.
You think he knows. Youâre convinced he does, because a few minutes later, when youâre in your room with the candles on, sitting on your bed, he leans against the wall, abandoning his Switch to the side.
âWhat are you doing?â
âItâs so easy to get into your bed, peach,â he teases, and you startle when one of his large hands lightly grazes your thigh.
You swat it away without an ounce of regret, even though the spot he touched feels like itâs been hit by lightning. âAre you saying Iâm easy?â
His mouth falls open and he looks surprised, even maybe a little apologetic. âI didnât mean it that way.â
The wicked smile you offer him makes him chuckle as he realizes you were teasing him, and he grabs his Switch, his brow creasing a little with the frown that adorns his features from concentrating. Itâs cute. You reckon itâs adorable, and you reckon you shouldnât feel that way about your brotherâs best friend, so you push the thought as far away as you can.
Itâs not like Jungkook is the kind of guy you should feel endearment for. Because you know heâd only break your heart - heâs not the most popular guy on campus for nothing, after all.
âReady?â he tells you.
You nod. âGood luck.â
He doesnât need it. He gets first place, and he puts his Switch down on the bed as you realize what it means.
But youâre not going to give in so easily to him, will you?
âIf I get first place, too, then this doesnât count.â
He fake-glares at you, but he shrugs. âAlright. Letâs see if you can get first place.â
The way he says it is ominous, and you gulp, cheeks flushing with pink as you grab the Switch. As per always, you choose Peach as your character, which obviously earns you a snicker from Jungkook, but you donât mind.
Maybe because youâre starting to like when he calls you peach.
You easily start the race in the first position, Peach racing and drifting ahead of the AI-controlled characters. Jungkook shifts next to you, attracting your attention, and you almost run into a wall, thankfully recovering quickly.
It doesnât last long. Because next time he shifts, Jungkook brushes your thigh, and you just know he has a wicked smirk on his lips without having to look at him.
âStop,â you say through gritted teeth.
âOr what?â he purrs, and you nudge him with an elbow. He just laughs, his hand now resting flatly on your thigh. âGot trouble focusing?â
âYouâre cheating,â you whine, and youâre hit by a blue shell which puts you back a few positions.
âAm I?â he breathes out.
You sigh as he leans closer to you, and his nose brushes your cheek. Instinctively, you tilt your head to the side, and he chuckles as he pushes your hair off your shoulder, before leaning even closer.
His lips ghost on your neck, and your eyes flutter close, the Switch entirely forgotten in your hands.
âJungkookâŚâ
His tongue darts out, tasting you, and then he sucks a hickey on your skin. âWhat?â
âWhat are you doing?â you ask, voice barely over a whisper.
âI havenât been able to stop thinking about my fingers inside of you,â he says, huskily. âAll fucking day.â He nibbles at your earlobe, and you let out a breathy sound that makes him chuckle again. âJust been thinking about how youâd feel on my dick too.â
âFuck.â
âI know.â He kisses your jaw, and then pulls away, sitting back against the wall. âI think you lost.â
You open your eyes, realizing that youâre still holding the Switch. Heâs right â the AIs have finished while Jungkook was teasing you, and you stare at the screen for a few seconds before meeting his gaze.
He looks victorious, happy with himself. You want to wipe the smirk off his lips, so you put down the Switch on the bed, kneeling next to him.
âSo you want me to suck your dick now?â you say, voice low, and you drag a hand on his thigh.
His tongue toys with his piercings. âWell, wasnât that the deal?â
Emboldened, you straddle his lap, and you wrap a hand around his throat for support. You feel him swallow, and you lean closer, watching as the smirk slowly disappears from his lips.
âWas it?â
He gulps. He fucking gulps, and you canât help but bite your lower lip. Even though the room is cold, you feel warm, a tingly sensation slowly taking over your entire body. His eyes fall to your mouth, and it takes him a few seconds before he says, âYes.â
You have him right where you want him to be. âDamn, who knew Jeon Jungkook wanted me so bad?â
You lean in, brushing your lips on his, tongue darting out to play with his piercings. He doesnât move, doesnât do anything, though you can tell that he wants to touch you.
Maybe because youâre perched on his erection.
âMaybe Tae should have left before, mmh?â you continue. âMaybe you wouldnât be so desperateâŚâ
Jungkook grabs your waist, spinning you around dizzyingly until youâre on the bed and heâs hovering over you. âEnough,â he says, voice rough.
You donât lose the smirk. âOr what?â
He wets his lips and then leans in. âIâm going to have so much fun wiping that smirk from your lips, peach.â
âOh, will you now?â you fire back. âBetter get into action then.â
One of his hands grabs the side of your head, tightening around your hair, and he forces you to turn your head to the side. He leaves wet kisses down your neck and then moves back up to your jaw.Â
âIf only Tae knew how much of a slut you are,â Jungkook says. âA pretty little slut.â Your smirk wavers as he pushes your legs apart with a knee. âI wonder, are you already soaked for me, mmh?â
âWhy donât you find out?â
He chuckles darkly. âFucking hell, you really are driving me crazy.â
And even though you shouldnât, even though Jungkook is your older brotherâs best friend, even though you know guilt will eventually catch up to you, you say, âThen act on it, JK. Show me just how crazy Iâm making you feel.â
His mouth collides with yours with force, and you immediately reach up, running your hands through his hair. He sucks on your tongue, earning a moan from you, and he grunts as you pull on his hair, the soft strands feeling like silk on your fingers.
He grinds into you, and you feel the powerful length of him rub against you. You know heâll stretch you wide open, and you want him so bad it almost hurts.
You think youâve wanted him for months already. Yesterday, you could blame it on the alcohol, on your inhibition being altered, but today⌠Today you know itâs always been about the tattoos, the piercings, and the shameless flirting.
Youâve been in Jungkookâs orbit ever since September â you were bound to crash into him someday.
Jungkook pulls away to meet your gaze. The weight of his body on yours feels right â better than Hoseokâs ever felt. The thought douses you, and you think Jungkook notices.
You know he does, because he says, âAre you sure you want to do this?â
Your eyes flit around his features for a time â his nose, his mouth, the mole underneath his lips, his left eye, the scar on his cheek. They eventually settle on his lip piercings.Â
âAre you getting insecure?â you tease. Because itâs all that you know how to do, the only way you can think of pushing the vulnerability away.
His tongue pokes at his cheek, and he presses another searing kiss on your lips. You canât help but moan softly as he grinds again, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, your arms circling his neck as well.
When he pulls away next, itâs to rest his forehead against yours. You breathe the same air for a few seconds, until he says, âConsent is hot, peach. Tell me you want it, or Iâm stopping now.â
âI want it, JK,â you answer. âI want you to fuck me dumb until my room isnât cold anymore.â
Jungkook straightens, kneeling between your legs. The candles cast flickering lights on his honey skin, and you watch unblinkingly as he takes off his shirt.Â
Heâs beautiful. You realized that yesterday, though you didnât see him without the shirt. But heâs truly beautiful, all muscle and delicate waist, and his skin glows golden under the light of the candles. His brown nipples are perked prettily on his chest, and you want to touch him, want to drag your hands over every powerful line of his body.
âShit, itâs fucking cold,â he says, and he quickly bends down again.Â
You grab the blankets, pulling them on top of him. Without any trace of hesitation, you rest your hands on his back, and you lightly scratch him with your nails.
âThen we better get you warmed up,â you purr.
You donât need to say it twice. Jungkook finds your mouth again, and he grunts as you dig your nails in his skin, before releasing the pressure. He then goes down to your jaw, down your neck, and he disappears under the covers, spreading your legs wide open with his large hands.
âCan I take these off?â his muffled voice says from beneath the blankets.
You pull enough on the covers to see his face, big doe eyes awaiting your consent. âYes.â
He smirks wickedly. âGood.â
Heâs quick to rid you of your pants. He leaves your panties on, his large hands caressing your thighs as he settles between your legs. You know heâs going to eat you out, and you think youâll go insane. But nothing could have prepared you for how much of a tease he is.
Indeed, Jungkook presses light kisses on the insides of your thighs, mouth ghosting over where you need him the most, never once giving in to your desires. Youâre soaking wet, painfully so by the time you groan, hand flying to his hair as you try to push his head where you want him.
He resists, chuckling darkly. âGrowing a little impatient?â
âEat me out,â you answer breathlessly. âFuck.â
âWhy should I?â He bites the inside of your thigh. âI love watching you squirm under me.â
You whine, yet this time, he licks the wet spot on your panties. Your thighs instinctively close, and he forces them wide open again.
âDonât move,â he orders.
You try to obey. You really do, but when he pushes your panties to the side and sucks on your clit, your back arches off the bed.Â
âJungkook,â you breathe out.Â
He doesnât answer, too busy pushing his tongue inside you, parting your folds easily. You moan, and your grip on his hair tightens, though you keep him close. And he doesnât seem like he wants to pull away. He starts making out with your pussy, squelching sounds coming from between your legs with every swipe of his tongue.
Soon, he gets bored of pushing his tongue in and out of you, and he moves back to your clit, circling it unforgivingly. Heâs good, that much youâll admit, and when he circles your entrance with one long finger, you moan again.
âYou want it?â he asks, pulling away just long enough to voice the words.
Heâs right back on your clit a fraction of a second later, and he sucks on it, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue.
You feel the orgasm. Itâs still far, but itâs on the horizon of your conscience, and you know itâll hit good once it does. So you say, âPlease, Jungkook.â
He doesnât disappoint. He pushes his finger in, arches it to rub that sweet spot inside of you in time with the motions of his tongue on your clit. You grind in his face by reflex, and he grunts against you as you do so, resting his tongue flat on your clit so that you can pleasure yourself on his face.
He must know itâs not enough. Because after a few seconds of it, he starts moving his face from side to side, and the orgasm looms closer, aiming for you at the speed of light.
It hits when Jungkook pushes a second finger in, stretching you, and your walls clench hard against his digits, though he keeps on pushing them in and out of you in a steady rhythm. He sucks on your clit as you come, and you think youâve moaned his name at least twice by the time he finally pulls away, drying his mouth with the back of his hand.
âShit, peach,â he says, and you watch him through the ecstasy blurring your gaze. âYou taste so fucking good.â
As if he wants to show you, he captures your mouth in a kiss. You taste yourself, but youâre too fucked out to be able to agree or disagree with him. All you can do is moan in his mouth, and he swallows it with a swipe of his tongue.
 And as he keeps kissing you, keeps branding himself in your mouth, you run your hand on his body, blood boiling from the sheer strength that you know he has. You reach for the band of his sweatpants, going lower to wrap your hand around his clothed length.
Heâs big and heavy in your hand.Â
Mostly, heâs not wearing any underwear. Or if he is, they are extremely loose, because youâre able to wrap your fingers around him even through the sweatpants. He bucks his hips, and you tighten your hold.
âWhy donât you put that pretty hand under the clothes, mmh?â he teases against your jaw, before he goes to nibbling on your ear. âIâve been wanting to feel it wrapped around my cock.â
You donât hesitate. You move back up to the band of his sweatpants, and you quickly push your hand in. You sigh in delight as you find heâs not wearing any underwear, fingers grazing over the velvety softness of his length. He hisses but doesnât say anything as you test the waters, slowly grabbing his dick.
You lightly stroke him, and he bucks his hips, trying to fuck your hand.Â
âImpatient, arenât you?â you tease him, and he bites at your jaw.
âIâve been wanting you for a really long time, peach.â
His words make your heart pause in your chest. Because you feel like thereâs a deeper meaning, like it isnât just shameless flirting in the heat of the action. It reminds you of the kiss yesterday, of the way heâd pulled you on his lap with no other intention than to kiss you.
And it makes you tighten your grip on his dick, and he grunts as you start jerking him off faster. But itâs awkward and clumsy with the sweatpants on, so you pull your hand out after a few seconds.
âTake these off,â you say, and he immediately kneels to obey, taking off his sweatpants quickly before resuming his position between your legs.
Youâre not sure you were prepared for the sight of Jeon Jungkook fully naked in your bed. Though goosebumps prick at his skin from the cold, he still looks devilish, like heâs about to drag you to hell. His dick stands proud and tall, leaking precum, and the muscles of his thighs strain against his skin.Â
Heâs big. And not just his dick. Jungkook works out a lot, spends hours every week at the gym, and it truly shows in every angle of him. He looks sculpted in marble, a perfect body that accentuates the beauty of his features, that contradicts the innocence of his big eyes.Â
Or maybe what truly contradicts it is the way he fists his cock, jerking off quickly as he eyes you. As he stares you down, and you feel ready to go all over again just from the sight of it.
âYou have condoms?â he asks, and he grunts as he keeps jerking himself off.
You have half a thought to tell him to keep going, to come all over you, but you want it too much to resist. So you motion to your night table, saying, âBottom drawer.â
He nods appreciatively, letting go of his cock so that he can bend and rummage through the drawer until he finds the condoms. He winces as he straightens, a tinfoil package in hand.
âPretty sure thatâs going to be too tight for me.â
You roll your eyes. âCondoms stretch, you know that?â
âNot enough,â he says, flicking your nose teasingly. âBut I donât think we should go raw, so thatâll do.â
Yet, the thought of going raw with him⌠You grab a hold of his wrist before heâs able to start unrolling the condom on his dick, and he cocks an eyebrow as he meets your gaze.
âAre you clean?â
You see him gulp. Indeed, his throat bobs, and he tilts his head to the side. âGot tested last week,â he admits. âBut I really donât think we should go raw.â
âIâm clean.â
âYouâve been fucking that other guy,â Jungkook says.
âWe always wear protection.â
Jungkook purses his lips, taking a deep breath. âHonestly peach, I think I wouldnât last a minute if I fucked you raw right now. Let me put the condom on.â
He says it in a stern way that makes you let go of his wrist. You feel bad, wondering if you were pushing a boundary, but Jungkook doesnât seem like he notices. Indeed, he busies himself with putting the condom on, rolling it down his dick, and he winces in pain once itâs all the way down.
âThat shitâs fucking tight,â he comments, and then he positions himself between your legs again. His large hands find your thighs, and he caresses up and down once before meeting your gaze. âAre you okay?â he asks, with no lust or desire or anything other than concern for you.
Because of course, heâd notice that youâre feeling bad.
âSorry if I was insistingâŚâ you say, vaguely motioning to his dick.
He looks down at himself. âAbout the condom?â He waits for you to nod your head before he says anything else. âPeach, donât worry about it. Iâm seriously close right now, which is really fucking weird, and I just want to be able to make you feel good, mâkay?â He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You melt, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. He chuckles, mumbling against your lips, âI donât know what youâre doing to me, but you really turn me on.â
You think you know what it is. You donât think itâs about you, or about him. Itâs rather about the feeling of doing something you shouldnât be doing. Of doing something forbidden, because heâs Taehyungâs friend, and youâre Taehyungâs younger sister.Â
But you donât say it. Instead, you whisper, âThen fuck me good, Jungkook.â
He lets out a breathy sound as he leans his forehead against yours. Thereâs something so intimate about the gesture that you feel your heart soaring in your chest, and then he pushes your ruined panties to the side again so that he can nudge your entrance with his dick.Â
âI will,â he promises, and then he pushes in. Just his tip, yet your mouth falls open at how large he already feels, and you tighten your hold on his neck. âLet me know if it hurts.â
Unforgivingly, Jungkook slams all the way in. You let out a broken sound, and he quickly captures your lips in a kiss as he stays right there, deep inside of you, unmoving so that you can adjust around him. And you know you have a lot of adjusting to do â heâs so large it burns, yet the pain feels good. Far too good, and you easily understand how Jungkook got the reputation that he has.
When Jungkook pulls away from the kiss, he slowly pulls out, before pushing all the way in again. Your walls suck him in, and he grunts, leaning his forehead against yours once more.
âFuck,â he groans. âYou feel so fucking good.â
Before you can reply, Jungkook establishes a steady rhythm. Nothing too crazy, but the drag of his dick on your walls is making you see stars, and you softly moan as he keeps moving, never once faltering.
âMoan for me, peach,â he breathlessly says. âI want to hear you fucking screaming my name.â
And then everything changes. Jungkook kneels between your thighs, pulls your legs against his chest, and starts pounding into you, bending down just enough to hit the sweetest spot inside of you. The change of rhythm and position makes you cry out, and your walls clench around him.
He echoes your cry with a moan of his own, something breathless that makes you want to look at him, to stay with him like this forever. So you open your eyes, and the sight of him is nearly enough to make you climax right then and there.Â
Yet you donât. You donât come as you just watch him, watch the way heâs frowning, teeth digging in his lower lip once in a while. Beads of sweat quickly appear on his temples, but he doesnât care. He doesnât falter, not even once, as he fucks you, and you feel that familiar knot forming in your lower stomach.Â
You still donât come. You keep it in â you donât know why. You just enjoy the moment, refusing to rush towards its ending. Instead, when Jungkook pushes your legs open so that he can bend down and kiss you again, you welcome him in. You wrap your legs tight around him, keeping him close, and you scratch at his back with one hand, the other getting lost in his hair.
He grunts in your mouth, and he finally switches the rhythm, aiming for harder yet slower. It makes him reach new depths, and you canât help but moan loudly as he keeps going, keeps ramming into you.
For the first time ever since you moved here, your bed slams into the wall from the force of Jungkookâs thrusts. Itâs hot, especially as he moves to your neck, sucking hard.Â
âBest fucking pussy,â he says in your ear. âFuck.â
And then he straightens again, forcing you to let go of him, before pulling out. You whine at the sudden loss of sensation, but he just looks down at your pussy, licking his lips at the sight.
âYouâre so fucking creamy and wet,â he tells you. âLook at my cock.â
You obey, looking down to where your bodies almost meet. His dick is indeed covered with your juices, and Jungkook gently pushes it between your folds, collecting even more juice. Itâs sinful, inherently so, and you moan lightly as he rubs his dick on your clit.
âThink youâll be able to come for me again?â he asks.
You look up, meeting his gaze. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes in and out quickly, and he smirks wickedly as you nod, once.
âMake me come,â you say, finding some defiance in you again. âYou think youâll be able to do that for me?â
His gaze widens, and then he chuckles. âFuck peach.â He chuckles again, slightly shaking his head. âIâm going to get addicted to this fucking pussy of yours.â
You whine as he moves from between your legs, lying down on his back. You shoot him a look, and he motions at his body as if in invitation. It makes you laugh, yet you still climb on top of him, grinding on his dick.
His eyes go to your chest, and he gently grabs the hem of your shirt. Even though itâs still cold in your room â though warmer than before â you quickly take off your shirt, wincing as the cold air hits you head on.Â
âSo pretty,â Jungkook praises, and his hands reach up to push your breasts together. âSo fucking pretty.â
You blush slightly under the praise, and youâre about to sink on his dick when he stops you. Your eyes go wide, and he motions to your panties.
âTake these off too. I want to see all of you.â
He says it with so much reverence for you that you canât say no. You can only obey, sitting next to him just long enough so that you can remove the panties. They are soaked, and you throw them towards the dirty clothes hamper before climbing back on top of Jungkook.
Your gazes meet, and thereâs a moment of you watching each other. You wish you could read his gaze, wish you could know what it means when he grabs your wrists to pull you down. Your eyes never disconnect from his, not even as one of his hands goes between your bodies so that he can align his dick with your entrance.
And then he pushes up, pushes in. As if you forgot just how big he is, you moan, eyes fluttering shut on instinct. Jungkook grunts, wrapping his arms around your waist, before saying, âLook at me.â
You do. You meet his gaze again and try to hold it as he starts jackhammering into you, the new angle so good you feel like youâre slowly slipping out of your body, soaring towards the sky outside. Itâs so good all you can think about is him, his body, the way that he holds you so gently yet fucks you so rough. You rest one hand on the side of his face as he keeps fucking you, and when you canât resist anymore, you hide your face in his neck.
âYouâre such a good girl,â Jungkook says. âYou take me so fucking well.â He grunts loudly, slamming to the hilt. You think heâs coming, but then he pulls almost all the way out, before slamming in again. âI never want to stop fucking you.â
You moan, and then your lips ghost on the shell of his ear. Though youâve been struggling to speak, you say, âYouâre so fucking big.â
âI know,â he breathes out. âLet me know if I hurt you.â
You whine. âNever. Youâd never hurt me.â
His grip on you tightens, like heâs trying to say he wouldnât hurt you, wouldnât be able to, and then heâs fucking you again. The knot in your stomach comes back in full force, especially as he starts whispering filthy praises in your ear, growing more breathless with every swipe of his hips.
Just when you think youâll come, Jungkook grunts, âIâm going to c-â
He never finishes his sentence, but the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you as he stills deep inside makes you fly over the edge, and your walls start spasming around his cock, milking his orgasm. It feels far too good, like youâve reached nirvana, and it takes you so long to come down from your high that you believe you never will.
But you do. You do, and the first thing you notice is the cold. Though itâs a lot warmer than it was when you started this whole ordeal, you still shiver.Â
Jungkook gently pulls a blanket over you, before circling your waist again. He doesnât let go, not even as his dick, now soft, slips out of you. He lets you lay on top of him, ear against his chest so that you listen to his heartbeat, refusing to move.
You donât want anything to pop this bubble of peace. Never. You just want to stay here with him, content breathing in the same air as him, until eternity flashes in front of you. Until you grow old and grey, to go to sleep forever. Itâs a powerful feeling, though you like to tell yourself that itâs mutual. That his heart, beating softly in his chest, beats for you, in time with the beats of your own heart. You hope that he, too, doesnât want to let go, though you reckon that this probably was just a hook-up to him, something heâll be proud of, yet keep to himself. Because wouldnât Jungkook be the kind of guy to be proud he bagged the little sister? You think he would.
And the thought scares you more than you would ever dare to admit.
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rewatched 7x05 in its entirety and the entire conversation buck has with maddie is SO funny from maddie's perspective. like.
The FIRST thing he says. NO OTHER CONTEXT. is that he lied to eddie and it's eating him up inside.
Maddie is sitting there thinking like oh boy. lied to eddie??? Ok. what's all this then.
Buck explains about being on a date, running into Eddie and Marisol etc etc etc and after Maddie rules out buck doing something TRULY wild like dating a celebrity or a married woman she's run out of possible options as to like. WHY did Buck lie to Eddie? So ofc she asks him, why did you did that.
Buck is like I don't know.
NOW IF IM MADDIE. sitting here wondering why my baby brother just lied to his bestie about being on a date for no apparent reason. like. She's GOT to be wondering, right??? She's gotta be like. Something has CHANGED between Buck and Eddie and Buck now, out of nowhere, seems to NOT want to tell Eddie he's dating someone. WHATS all this then.
Finally she gets the crucial piece of information that oh yeah, i was on a date with a guy, no big deal maddie NOT THE POINT. obviously i check out hot guys' asses CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS
now things are making sense again. Maddie's like, yeah actually, kind of the point. You felt weird about telling Eddie you were on a date with a guy when no one, not even you, even knew you were interested in guys before. that totally tracks, very reasonable actually.
except then. THEN. Buck reveals the second crucial piece of information. that the guy Buck was on a date with. was Tommy. as in BBPU double-u backslash TOMMY. TOMMY FROM THE CALENDAR TOMMY!!!!!! WHOM. LAST MADDIE CHECKED. IS BUCK'S SOLE RIVAL IN THE BATTLE FOR EDDIE'S ATTENTION THAT HE MADE UP IN HIS HEAD.
at this point, in maddie's head she's gotta be like. ah. my little brother has entered into some kind of insane gay psychodrama of triangulated desire the likes of which patricia highsmith could only dream of. and she's just like well. it seems that your problem might be that you were on a date with a man whom not one week ago you were competing with for your best friend's attention, and now you are lying to said best friend about it and THAT PART is what made you spiral so hard you showed up at my door like a guilty puppy. and frankly. as a woman who is happily nearly-married to the love of my life whom i have a three-year-old with i am not qualified to tell you what the FUCK it is you think you are doing here. so. you should tell eddie your feelings, which you still don't understand, at some point i guess! godspeed little brother
#sibyl speaks#and then one week later buck and his best friend show up to her wedding looking like shit and telling her they LOST HEr HUSbAND#god grant this woman the patience to not throttle her insane bisexual brother
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SFW Headcannons: Kurt and his Bamfs
a/n: Obviously I love the bamfs, and I had to do some of these with them because I adore them and I want my own army of them, damnit. Depictions heavily taken from Nightcrawler (2014) comic series. Pretty hasty, just a fun little set of headcannons. I hope you enjoy <3
The bamfs were something you hadn't anticipated, there were so many and their origin was difficult to wrap your head around. Kurt tried to explain it, but you were distracted by the curious bamfs staring at you.
They were adorable, about a dozen? Maybe more? They all were curious, they looked at you with big, round eyes. They seemed so innocent, and you couldn't help but smile.
Kurt was skeptical, they usually weren't this well behaved. You adored these little guys, and welcomed them like a horde of puppies rushing to you. They all jumped on you and made cooing noises as they played, like actual puppies. They were so playful, you didn't understand why Kurt was confused.
That was until you realized that the bamfs were as mischievous as they were playful. They were little gremlins, slightly destructive, and they tended to get into trouble like toddlers.
The bamfs don't speak, but they make an array of noises. Coos, squeaks, hisses, trills, etc. They communicate mostly through noises you come to recognize and body language.
They were a handful, they would make messes and look guilty after. You wanted to scold them, but their big round eyes looked up and that guilt got to you. You forgave them of course, Kurt sometimes says you have to be a little more firm with them or they will always guilt trip you to get away with things.
You didn't care. They practically adopted you as their mama.
There are lots of them, but you always show them equal love and affection. They are pretty needy for it, and like feeling pampered in the way that you treat them.
The bamfs get jealous easy too.
They are protective of you, just like Kurt, and they won't hesitate to keep you safe the best they can. They hiss and the fur on their backs raise a little.
Don't be fooled by their small size, they are like blue darts, they are incredibly hard to fight if they attack.
Each one has their own personality. They are all playful and a handful of troublemakers, but each one has something that makes them unique. More sensitive, more artistic, more sneaky, etc.
You love sleeping now because you have a big nest full of small blue bamfs curling up against you. They're so fuzzy and warm, you hold as many as you can to your chest while they rest pile around you.
Some bamfs stay behind when Kurt goes away just to keep you company.
You really do love taking care of them, and Kurt loves to watch you love on the bamfs. He thinks it's endearing and sweet.
He doesn't understand how you seem to get the bamfs to do what you say. They listen to him, but normally he has to say something over and over before they decide to listen. With you, it's instantaneous. You ask them to calm down, they do. You ask them to stop fighting, they do. It boggles him how they just obey you so easily.
Part of him thinks they only obey you to annoy him even further, and that might be true, but they also care a lot about you and they want nothing but to see you happy.
Also these things can EAT. They consume so much food you think their little tummies are going to explode. They have a strong liking for popcorn and sweets, to which Kurt tries to limit because hyper bamfs are extremely difficult to deal with.
However, a dozen or so begging you with their eyes is so hard to say no to.
And thus, you have a house full of bamfs bouncing off the walls.
You have a lot of fun with the bamfs, they can be a bit overwhelming from time to time, but at the end of the day when you get into bed and they all come snuggling close to you, you know it's worth it.
Thanks for reading.
*BAMF*
dividers by @/adornedwithlight
Cover photo from Nightcrawler #1 (2014)
#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#kurt wagner x reader#nightcrawler x reader#x men#xmen#x men 97#đ my works
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Let me start saying I love your blog, reblogs and headcanons, truly, all of the aboveđŠˇđŠˇ
If youâre comfortable with the question, do you have any for the Destined One with a female virgin reader?
So I wanna say thank you đŤśđŤśđŤśđŤś I havenât quite shared my own head canons much but I donât have any issue sharing them 𫶠others do a much better job of it so Iâve left it to them. But! Your ask comes at a wonderful time as I needed a break from writing a fic đ (kill me im up to 20k)
Letâs get after it! Destined One & a female virgin head canons? Iâll give it a shot! There will be a nsfw section below sorry if thatâs not your thing. I wasnât super explicit on body parts etc but let me know if you guys want a Sun Wukong one? Iâd try.
If youâre NOT in a relationship yet and he finds out? (Be it you told him outright or it comes out in passing conversation)
Heâd would remain expressionless and quiet as usual. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it and remain respectful
But if you look closely you can see him swallowing thickly at the new information
Will NOT treat you differently
He has a LOT of feelings for you and knowing you havenât shared yourself with someone else, while not a huge deal heâs never really cared one way or another, itâs something he finds himself thinking about often.
It makes him a little hot under the collar sometimes when he looks at you and remembers what youâd said.
NSFW - on the very rare occasions that he takes some time to himself or youâre not around, in the quiet he puts his goal to the side for just a moment and allows himself to think about his wishes and whims. Specially how heâd touch you and make it good for you because you deserve to be treated like youâre special and HE wants to be the one to do it.
If youâre in a relationship and it either came up naturally or during a moreâŚheated moment.
Would absolutely freeze. Like body full on screenshot kinda freeze - only his tail would flick and twitch as he processes
Because honestly it hadnât occurred to him before but it is NOW. Heâs thought of you and making love with you but first or not first hadnât been a topic of thought
Heâd probably internally get flustered and his heart would race ridiculously but on the outside his expression would appear stoic or mildly surprised
Wouldnât try to pressure you or make a big deal out of it, as though it doesnât matter one way or another besides making extra sure youâre comfortable
His tail would eventually give him away though as it would be swishing behind him happy and interested as the information settles in his brain
Dude would be first and foremost HONORED If you shared that news with him and were giving him your first
Probably a first for him too ngl. I see him as someone who was so focused on his path that warming anotherâs bed wasnât something he was willing to spare time on.
If itâs not a first for him too then itâs not something heâs done often and isnât an expert
Would definitely thank you for trusting him with sweet reassuring kisses (if they are a little heated donât blame him too much)
He is respectful! As I said no pressure. No rush. But would the information please him? Yes.
Definitely adds fire to his belly because HE will be your first
Sends a note of possession through him not because heâd âownâ you but because regardless of being a first or not youâd be his and he yours.
NSFW:
Regardless of if youâre shy or ready to get the show on the road heâd be so gentle and would be careful, really careful.
Probably a bit unsure and might move a little too fast accidentally in his own lust but would immediately sooth you as soon as he realizes
Looks to your expressions and sounds to make sure youâre feeling good and safe
He wants to treat you WELL views it as HIS duty to make sure youâre happy
Itâs a lot of pressure but heâd do his best and set his mind to it being nothing but perfect for you
I imagine at first his hands would be so feather light letting you get used to him and his touch as he undresses you piece by piece- heâd watch his claws unless he finds out you enjoy them grazing across your skin
Heâd brush his lips across every piece of new skin revealed to his eyes unable to help himself
Finds out he really loves your chest, both feeling you & tasting you. as well as napping on you later
But over time as the act went on heâd be more confident, still tender but less unsure
Heâd be enamored every time he got you to sigh or make a pleased sound
Itâs his goal to hears those often
When he discovers how turned on heâs made you it would send waves of pride crashing over him, he had done THAT
Overall though heâd take his time
He probably wonât speak much if at all, but heâd make sure youâre ready every step of the way. If he does speak itâs not more than a few words here or there, low and only for you to hear as he nips your ear
Multiple check ins
Heâs a giver, and while he isnât practiced whatsoever heâd use his mouth and fingers to bring you pleasure, finding out exactly how you like it by listening to the way you moan or the way your body shivers and trembles with specific movements
He 100% will become VERY VERY good with his hands and mouth
His tail is sneaky, heâd use it as a way to hold on to your leg (holding you open while one of his hands is occupied) or would brush the the furry appendage across your skin just to see goosebumps rise in its wake
When youâre finally connected, after time spent letting you get used to him (and him you because letâs be real heâd be overwhelmed by the feel of tightly wrapped around him too) heâd roll his hips gently
He would make sounds, sighs and groans in your ear.
Heâd love it if you cling on to him and tell him heâs doing something good
Full on shudders if you scratch his back or dig your nails into him - he loves it and he might accidentally thrust too hard when you do it
Wants to hear you đđ
Would keep control for as long as he could but would listen to your requests almost instantly if you asked him to move faster
Would love it if you moved his hand exactly where you wanted him to touch you
Would suck marks on your skin - thighs and neck, wherever he absentmindedly ran his lips. Would be shy about it later but would touch them possessively or when youâre dressed his eyes would stray to where his marks are on your skin.
Afterwards heâd silently but tenderly wipe you down and then pull you into his arms
Would nuzzle his face against you and breathe your scent as you both relax and come down from your high
Would massage any soreness you have that he could and feel pride at wearing you out, although his face wouldnât show it
His tail would be like a vice around your thigh all night and trying to get out of his hold in the morning is a chore
Heâd 100% take care of you especially for a first time is basically what Iâm saying. After, he may be a bit rougher with his movements or may be impatient at times especially after a tough fight and adrenaline is still kicking but will always treat you tenderly as you guys build confidence together.
#black myth wukong#black myth wukong x reader#destined one x reader#sun wukong x reader#I tried đđ¤Ł#back to the ol fic grind now#thank you anon đŤś#BK Kai Writes
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Not That Kind of Guy
Part Twenty: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader series
Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink(Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, public/semi-public, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, oral, PIV, dick piercing, forced orgasm, bondage/blindfolds, biting/slapping/ spanking/cutting, rape kink, NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, Somno, blood, knife, GEN. SMUT, [All possible tags listed, all may not apply] GORE, MURDER
Info: Aw ur having such a cute dinner party... wtf is that?? [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+
âJesus Anakin, what happened?â You gasped, seeing the damaged door of his car as he walked you toward it. You crouched down and touched the big scrape, feeling the dented and scratch metal beneath your fingertips with a wince as you turned to look up at him, you were surprised to see a little smile on his face when youâd expected one of annoyance or anger.
âSome little girl backed into it.â He snickered, giving you a hand up from your squatted position. âLooks like there are worse drivers than you out in the world. Makes me shudder to think about.â He dramatically shivered, opening up your car door for you and guiding you into your seat with a hand on your ass.
âWas she alright?â You asked, eyebrows furrowed when he plopped himself down in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut.Â
âYeah, it was a stationary accident. She was fine, just real upset.â He sighed, running a hand through his hair before starting the car and reaching over to put a hand on your thigh while he drove. âShe had the tiniest dent and just a bit of paint on the bumper. Worried sick her momma would be mad about the insurance going up.â
âOh poor thing.â You winced, knowing all too well the worry of something like that happening from experience.
âNo, donât âpoor thingâ her.â He snorted, patting your thigh affectionately. âI told her to get some WD-40 and a magic eraser, itâll fix it up and her mom wonât notice the dent for a while, its so small.âÂ
âWell what are you gonna do about your car?â You asked, feeling a strange mixture of pride in Anakin for taking care of the issue for the young girl and a dash of irritation that heâd be paying for the damage on his car when it wasnât even his fault.
âCliegg will take care of it.â Anakin shrugged, clearly unbothered by the whole situation.
âReally?â You raised an eyebrow in surprise, not realizing his stepfather had any auto-body experience.
âYeah, weâll buff the paint and pop the dent out, its no big deal doll.â He said reassuringly. Squeezing your knee as he drove the short distance back home.Â
After arriving at your apartment you were pleasantly surprised to see that your entire apartment was spotless. The dishes were gone, the trash had been taken out, the floors vacuumed and mopped so well that you could catch a whiff of the faint scent of the cleaning solution heâd used. Even the basket of laundry had been emptied and put away. It was so nice to come home to a clean, fresh smelling home like this, youâd missed it so much more than youâd realized.Â
It nearly made your heart ache.Â
âAnakin you didnât have to do all this.â You turned around, giving him an appreciative smile and swallowing the little lump in your throat that was trying to creep up and stop your breathing.Â
âI know that princess,â He said softly, the corner of his mouth curving up into a smile. âI just thought you might be able to relax a little better if i took care of it for you.â
âThank you for being so sweet.â You whispered, inching closer to him until you were able to rest your head against his chest and allow him to hold you close.
âAnything for you doll,â He murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head lovingly. âYouâre all tense sweetheart.âÂ
Anakin rubbed your back, one hand cupping the base of your skull, his fingertips gently scratching your scalp. After a moment of standing there comforting you, he pulled back and stroked your cheek with his thumb. He sighed, smiling down at you like youâd hung the moon just for him, you couldnât help but blush. It was an endearing quality of his, the ability to love you so thoroughly that he didnât even have to speak the words aloud. It often made you wonder if you exuded that same warm feeling for him, you wanted him to feel it like you did.Â
It was odd, how one minute you were so completely enraptured in Anakinâs presence and the next you were punching down every guilty feeling or idea threatening to interrupt those sweet little daydreams. It seemed nearly impossible to get through a single line of thought without being intercepted and hijacked. It made you not want to think at all, made you wonder what it would be like to feel nothing but a void in your soul, not the kind that ached, the kind that burned your stomach and clawed your throat. You wanted the kind that was far removed from emotion the kind of void that was blank, empty and cold.
âSorry, I- I was just thinking about getting in the shower.â you leaned back to look up into his face before getting to extricate yourself from his embrace.
âLet me come with you?â Anakin murmured, not entirely a question but not really a demand either. âIâve missed you.âÂ
âI missed you too.â You said quietly, you had missed him of course, but there was someone out there you missed more. Not due to lack of love for Anakin, simply because it had felt like years since youâd spoken to the hunter who owned you as prey.
âYeah, câmon Ani.â Your voice a soft tone, hoping heâd accept the sudden subdued moment between you as one of reined in lust, rather than one of longing for another.
Anakin didnât seem to notice, too busy ushering you toward the bathroom while he was ripping his clothing off. Whipping his shirt off over his head so aggressively that you heard one of the stitches pop, soon followed by the clattering of his belt and soft thud of his jeans hitting the bathroom floor.
âMm.â Anakin grunted in a pleased manner as he watched you undress and toss your clothes into the laundry basket. âI love that pretty little set.âÂ
He whistled low and lustful as he stepped forward to fully appreciate the delicate fabric of your matching bra and panties. The snug bra had a cute, innocently sexy quality to it, the white and pink lace contrasting beautifully with your skin, the panties nearly entirely see through in the best way.
Anakin couldnât stop smiling as he guided his palms over the soft planes of your physique as if he were seeing it for the first time all over again. Pausing his rough fingertips at the center of your spine he flicked his tongue out against your bottom lip and down your cheek to lave at your neck as a public declaration in purple. Both hands left a fiery wake as they slipped beneath the band of your bra and popped the clasp loose.
âNever gets old.â He shook his head and whispered quietly. âEvery time I fall in love all over again.âÂ
âAni, n-not yet.â You stuttered as he started to drag his tongue across your chest, goosebumps cropping up over your flesh so rapidly that it startled you. âAt least let me rinse off the restaurant stink!â You squealed as he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you into the shower.
âBrace yourself.â He giggled, turning on the water once youâd pulled the shower curtains closed. The water sprayed down cold upon your skin, making you gasp before it grew warmer.Â
âShit, that was colder than I thought itâd be.â He shivered, chilly hands caressing your stomach until he reached the pillowy softness of your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. âWorth it.â He grinned.
âFuck you.â Swatting at his hands in playful defiance when you realized he wasnât just being impatient, heâd wanted you to get doused in freezing water for his own satisfaction.
âNope.â He shook his head, wrapping his arms around your slowly warming body, his lips tickling the sensitive skin of your earlobe. âIâll be fucking you.â
The gravelly undertone of his voice rippled across your flesh and wormed its way down the planes of your body until it ripped into the coil growing taut in your core. Just like that, quicker than a snap of the fingers, you were putty in his strong, tattooed hands. His lips trailed down your neck, nibbled across your collarbone, and traveled to your breasts. His mouth and hands took their time massaging and tasting your water slicked skin, his little teasing nibbles turning into harder, needier bites as he moaned and fell to his knees.
âYou just stay right there and make those pretty noises for me.â He murmured, lifting one of your legs to hook over his shoulder before nuzzling into your cunt.
âAnakin,â panting already as you grasped at his damp hair. âAnakin just fuck me already, youâve been teasing me since we stepped in here.â You whined, trying to pull his face away from the apex of your thighs.Â
Anakinâs hands roamed up your stomach and he shifted his position to tilt you farther back into the corner of the shower. He kept one firmly anchored to your hip that rested on his shoulder, the other gripped your chin with his thumb, pinky and ring fingers holding you in place. His middle and pointer finger forcing their way between your lips and pressing down on your tongue to shut you up.
âI want what I want and Iâll have it.â He growled, nipping your clit before diving back in to continue his work. His tongue tirelessly lapping at your folds, waning every time you neared orgasm until he had you desperately mewling around his fingers, your hips bucking against his smiling face. âKeep your hands behind your back or Iâll make you wait longer.â He murmured, holding back a chuckle.
âPlease?â You slurred, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth as you gagged on his fingers, your hands itching to move and force him to stay where you wanted him.
âYou wanna cum?â He rasped, looking up at you beneath his thick lashes while flicking his tongue back and forth as he awaited your answer. A thick, garbled moan and rapid nod confirmed what he already knew, making him snicker as he slowly rose up.
âWell, youâll just have to wait.â He whispered, wiping his face on your breasts, planting a kiss on your sternum before turning you until the water pelted your back so youâd face him while he soaped up your body.
âYouâre joking.â You squeaked, your chest heaving with each breath as you shivered under the soapy loofah, the rough netting setting your already sensitive skin ablaze. âYou canât just-â
âOh yes I can.â He interrupted you, a devilish smirk gracing his lips. âYou were the one who wanted to wait until after the shower right?â
âBut not like this! That was before you tortured me!â You whined, angrily grabbing the shampoos bottle, eager to get out of the shower and into the bed.
âCâmon doll, donât complain or Iâll make it so much worse.â Promising more than just teasing, Anakin was promising a world full of nothing for you and all pleasure for himself.
âI need you, in a bad way.â He mumbled, spinning you to face the shower head so he could take over scrubbing your scalp and carding the shampoo down your tangled strands of hair. âBeen waiting for you all evening, its your turn to wait now.â He growled, pressing his hardened erection against your ass, slotting it between your thighs to rub the tip against your folds, his rough hands gripping the base of his cock as he groaned.Â
âThis is so mean.â You whimpered, tilting your hips backward and grinding back on him.
âYou better quit.â He chuckled, samcking your hip lightly before making you turn your back to the stream of water once again to rinse the suds from your hair.Â
You couldnât help but stare down at his hard, throbbing length. It stood there so proudly, so thick and pretty, adorned with that shiny silver jewelry that you never knew you needed before him. In the span of time that heâd had you distracted just by existing, heâd rinsed out your hair and rinsed himself off as well, the masculine scent of his body wash clinging to the steam of the shower.Â
âTime for bed?â You grinned, wiggling your eyebrows as he led you out the shower and onto the soft bath mat, wrapping you in a towel.
âOh youâre sleepy?â He teased, struggling not to smirk. âWell, I suppose I could wait until t-â
âNo! You know thatâs not what I meant!â You scowled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along behind you to the bedroom.Â
âMoody little thing.â He mumbled under his breath just loud enough for you to hear. He used his free arm to pull you back against his chest, using your tight grip on his wrist to his advantage by twisting your arm behind your back. With that arm trapped between yourself and his chest, he leaned in closer, his plump lips brushing against you ear. âI believe weâve discussed this before. Do. Not. Raise. Your. Voice. At. Me.âÂ
Each word was punctuated with a pause that seemed louder than the words themselves. Youâd heard that phrase. Heard it enunciated identically to this. The only difference between then and now is the person.Â
âWhat did you just say to me?â You whispered, the warmth of your cheeks, flushed from arousal turned icy cold and pallid within milliseconds.
âI said not to raise your voice at me babydoll.â Anakin said sweetly, kissing your neck chastely before releasing you from his firm grasp, spinning you out of his hold as if on the dance floor. âItâs rude.â He chuckled, backing you up to the bed.
âRight.â You tried to swallow but it seemed as if you had temporarily lost that ability, âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.âÂ
You were startled, the aggressive embrace, the sudden change of tone, the familiar dialogue⌠thatâs all it was. Familiar dialogue. Anakin was always a stickler for behavior, it wasnât the first time youâd been chided by him over something small and it wouldnât be the last. Anakin is aggressive sometimes too, this is fine.
âAtta girl.â Anakin chuckled, grabbing your chin in one hand, bringing your face closer to his for a slow, tender kiss. âI love it when you listen.â He murmured against your lips.Â
âDoing my best.â You laughed uncomfortably, turning your head to the side to avoid his eyes.
âAww, feeling shy?â He teased, stepping closer until you were forced to bend backward in order to look up into his face.Â
Anakin cupped the back of your head in his large palm, using his free hand to hike one leg up over his hip. His tongue starting in the dip at the base of your throat, swiping side to side in a sidewinder fashion until he reached your jaw. The tip of his tongue traced the underside of your jaw lightly, traveling up the shell of your ear and ending with his teeth nibbling your earlobe.Â
The sensation left behind was a cold flamed fire that spread from your flesh and began to seep deep into the marrow of your bones.Â
âShy?â You repeated in a whisper, having trouble forming a straight line of thought. Your brain felt off-kilter, like a switchboard operator had plugged all the cords in wrong.Â
âOh, poor thing.â He snickered, pushing you down gently. âYou sound kinda stupid. Maybe just let me do the talking for now okay?âÂ
âS-sure.â You nodded, frowning slightly before one of his massive hands clamped down over your mouth.
âGood girl.â He grinned, pushing down on your stomach with his other hands laying flat, splaying his fingers to almost fully cover you abdomen. âNow lets see how long you can stay quiet.â
Diary Entry: October 14th
I love you. I love you so much. But I love that deer in the headlights look on your face when I stitch your two worlds together even more. Why wonât you just admit it to yourself? Why do you continue to torture yourself like this? Itâs baffling.  Youâre sleeping beside me right now, if you could even consider what youâre doing to be sleep. Whimpering and mumbling in a âbeing chased by a monster In your dreamsâ kind of way. Iâve tried petting you, playing with your hair and even talking quietly. The only thing that seemed to work was when I started to doodle in my notebook, maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you associate the sound of pencil on paper with safety. The brain is so weird in that way. How is it that you couldnât ever hear me break in and roam around your apartment but you could hear me sit in the floor with your cat in my lap and write in my journal? At this point I think even taking off my mask right in front of you wouldnât convince you to see the truth. What excuses are you giving yourself now? What excuse are you going to come up with after you find out what Iâve done?Â
Diary Entry: October 14th
Iâm glad I kept the hall camera up. Iâm glad I still check it, Iâm glad I still have all the previous footage. Â Lacey is a liar.Â
October 15th
âOh god, thatâs justâŚâ Luke gasped, the color in his cheeks draining clean to the floor beneath his as he stared at the tv in his living room.Â
âWhy the hell do they put crime scene photos like that on the damn news? Jesus.â Han said, whipping his hand out to the side to cover Lukeâs face, knowing how squeamish he was compared to the average person. The photo didnât reveal much at all, just a blurred figure sitting upright behind a counter.
âItâs the news Han, itâs not supposed to be puppies and rainbows.â Anakin said flatly, shutting the fridge door with two beer bottles in his hand, holding them by the neck and bringing them down on his knee. The first cap popped off easily and he caught it with his free hand, shifting the bottles slightly, he brought them down on his knee again and popped off the other cap.
âWell youâd think they wouldnât put a dead guy on screen.â Han huffed, shaking his head.
âShow off.â You teased Anakin, watching him open the beers while you were busy rinsing the dishes from dinner off in the sink to then set up in the dishwasher.Â
âThatâs what I do baby.â He shrugged, a grin on his lips as he plopped himself down on the other side of Han, handing him one of the beers.Â
âIt was all blurred on purpose, they didnât show anything gross.â Anakin said to Han dismissively. âJust don't watch the 20/20 special theyâll put out. They always get their hands on a couple gnarly crime scene pictures.âÂ
âAinât that right.â Luke gagged dramatically, recalling a memory of the true crime show that he and Han had watched a few weeks prior.Â
âI donât get why they havenât released the name yet.â You mumbled, leaning against the counter as you glanced at the tv. âYou think it was a minor?â
âNo, they wouldâve said that by now.â Anakin shook his head, sipping his beer. âTheyâre probably waiting for the autopsy or the family or something.â
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âWhat youâre seeing on screen now is a security photo, taken from a CCTV camera inside the building.â A male news anchor gestured to the upper left corner of the screen where a black and white photo was being displayed. It was grainy and dark, half of the lens obscured by something. âThis is the only image released to the press via the police department, we were unable to confirm if this is the only image containing the suspect.â
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âWhat am I even looking at?â You asked, walking up behind the couch and leaning over Anakinâs shoulder.
âI donât see a person there.â Luke said, craning his neck to the side in an attempt to see it from a different perspective.
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âSources state that the substance obscuring the camera lens is black spray paint, making the majority of the image completely useless.â The news anchor spoke with a clear voice, pausing for a moment before speaking again.
âAnalysis has confirmed that this re-touched image holds the only current clue to who the suspect is.â He paused again while a new photo appeared on screen, slightly different in color tone and slightly less grainy. The difference of the pictures side by side was quite clear, just above the black spray paint splotch, a slightly different shade of black and grey could be seen. âHighlighted within the yellow circle, you can just barely make out the shape of a hand holding the spray paint can.â
âPolice are fairly certain the suspect is wearing a black long sleeved shirt or sweatshirt, as well as black gloves. Due to the poor quality, they were unable to determine the material of the clothing and gloves.â The female news anchor took over speaking while live footage of the crime scene played on screen. Police tape, an evidence tent and a coronerâs van could be seen in the center of the shot.
âInvestigators working the scene have claimed there seems to be no clear motive in the murder and no suspect has been cited. The victim was a young, well liked individual, whose family claims had âno enemiesâ.â The female anchor continued, pausing again before switching gears slightly.
âThe mall will remain closed for the next two weeks while the police continue to gather evidence. All other information is being withheld from the public while the investigation is still in itâs beginning stages. More on this story tonight at 6:00pm.â
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âThat's it?â Han scoffed, shaking his head in frustration at the short âupdateâ. âThis is almost worse than âFrat Lakeâ.â
âWhat?â You squeaked, the heat in your body all rising to your head at once, making you feel light headed.Â
âYou know, âFrat Lakeâ.â Luke turned around to look at you, âThose guys they found in the cabin across the lake from ours.â
âOh, no⌠I know what youâre talking about. I guess I just didnât realize theyâd given the case a name.â You said quickly, trying not to stumble over your words.
âWell itâs like one of the main things in the news still, of course they gave it a name.â Luke said, shifting in his seat to put his arm on the back of the couch. âI donât know about you but I still donât think that kid did all of that by himself.â
âWhat makes you say that?â Anakin asked, his hand reaching up to snake underneath your arm and squeeze your bicep as if he could sense your nervousness even if he didnât consciously recognize it.
âIt was all so weird.â Luke said, looking over at Han. âDidnât they say there werenât any fingerprints anywhere?â
âYeah, no fingerprints, no serial number on the gun, no bullet in the one dude.â Han mused aloud, each syllable from his lips making your stomach rise an inch higher in your throat. âHe left those others alive, in the closet. It just didnât make sense.â
âWell, shit happens.â Anakin said nonchalantly. âMaybe the plan changed.â Anakinâs thumb brushed back and forth over the soft skin of your inner arm, tilting his head up and to the side to kiss your arm.Â
âMaybe, yeah.â You agreed, your eyes shifting away quickly as your cheeks grew hot and your throat began to itch. âHe probably realized heâd screwed up big time and panicked. Maybe thatâs why he posted that stuff before he killed himself.â You suggested, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the conversation but feeling it was more awkward not to give any input. So you simply repeated a paraphrased version of what Ghost had said to you.
âProbably.â Han agreed, nodding slowly before he put his arm across Lukeâs shoulder. âI mean they werenât good people so I kind of have a hard time feeling too bad about it.â
Anakin snickered at Hanâs comment, turning his head away from the group for a moment before returning his eyes to the tv.Â
âWhat? You think they shouldâve gotten away with it?â Han asked with a scoff. âMaybe they didnât deserve to die, but I think a few days in that closet might have been good for them.â
âOh no, not at all. Iâm with you 100%.â Anakin said with a crooked upturn in his top lip. âIâd say youâre probably right on the nose there buddy. Thatâs probably what that little shrimpy kid had in mind. I doubt he planned on them all dying. He was probably hoping theyâd get found before then.â
âGreat so now Han has a true crime buddy to yap about the unspeakable with.â Luke grumbled, looking over at you with a look of understanding and sympathy. His face morphed into concern when he met your eyes. âJesus babe, you alright?â
âAni,â You said quietly, unable to come to terms with the fact that they were all so casually speaking about the case that youâd been involved in. âI donât feel so good.âÂ
âCâmere.â He said worriedly as he stood up and walked around behind the couch to stand in front of you, cupping your face in his hands to inspect you. âWhatâs wrong?â
âCan we please talk about something else?â You whispered, feeling tired and drained compared to how lively and happy you were just moments before. Ghost was right to tell you that you shouldnât watch the news on âFrat Lakeâ. Youâd thought you were over it, but the guilt just smashed into you like a mac truck.
âFeeling squeamish?â He asked, his eyes soft and caring as you nodded. âLukey, itâs your lucky day. No more crime-talk. Weâve upset the fairer sex.â Anakin joked, trying to break the mask of seasick green that covered your pretty face.Â
âThank god.â He sighed in relief, changing the channel immediately, searching for something more friendly and less murdery. âThis was supposed to be a cute double date. Not a gorefest.â He muttered under his breath.
Diary Entry: October 16
You know what? I complain in this little book a lot but honestly I just canât help it. Iâm a whiny guy sometimes and thatâs okay. I canât complain out loud. Even if I really wanted to. The other day made me feel kind of bad, after we left Luke and Hanâs you were in a sluggish mood for the rest of the night. Thatâs okay, I get it. But I havenât gotten all my fuckinâ done. Iâve been debating the possibility of digging Ghost back up just to get in a few extra rounds with you. I know you can handle it. Youâve done it before. Anyway, I get it. You need some time to process that conversation but please for the love of all things holy, do it quickly before I go bonkers. Youâre always right here with me and I canât get enough of you, it's always been like that but before I was able to have you so much more. I was fuckinâ for two.Â
Diary Entry: October 17
You keep texting Ghost. Why? Itâs never a question. Itâs never begging. You just tell him about your day. You tell him things you donât tell me. Do you really love that side of me more? Is this love for the best version of myself not authentic? I wish youâd stop texting. Itâd save me a world full of confusion. I don't know what the hell to do. I need you to stop. I donât know that I want you to see the two of me blended together anymore. The longer this goes on, the more worried Iâve made a big fat mistake I become. Why do you trust him so much? Itâs not like I didnât lie to your face constantly. Knowing how badly you want Ghost to engage makes me want to bury him even deeper. I separated these two sides of myself for a reason, to give you the best and only the best. I lost that original goal somewhere along the way.Â
Date: oct 18th
âCan you hand me that big spoon please?â You asked Anakin as you worked around him in the kitchenette of his apartment.Â
âNo.â He said flatly, even as he was handing it to you before you finished your sentence, making you snort softly.Â
âThank you!â You said in a sing-songy voice, turning back toward the stovetop to finish stirring up the pasta sauce. âAre you almost done with those?â You asked over your shoulder.
âIâll be done when Iâm done darlinâ. This takes time and precision.â Anakin said seriously, holding up a finger to signal you to wait.Â
âAniâŚâ You sighed, turning off the burner you were using and walking over behind him, pushing him to the side with your hip so you could see what he was doing. âAnakin SKywalker!â You gasped, smacking his arm.
âWhat?â He grinned, looking down at your red and embarrassed face. âYou donât like my cookies?â His lips in a pout.
âJust put them in the oven, we donât even have timeâŚâ You tried to scowl but ended up with a downturned smile that gave way to surprise when you heard a knock at the front door. âSee? No time to change them anyway.â You sighed.
âItâs unlocked!â Anakin shouted, scraping the left over chocolate chip cookie dough off his fingers with his teeth.Â
âOh my god, this place looks⌠exactly as expected.â Luke snickered as he walked into Anakinâs apartment for the very first time, seeing his eclectic design and decor choices.
âYeah, looks cool as hell.â Anakin nodded, a big grin on his face as he funneled a few stray chocolate chips into his mouth and then dusted his hands off over the sink before washing them thoroughly.Â
âWhereâs this record collection you're always going on about?â Han asked, setting a big tote bag down on the center of the table.Â
âIn my lair.â Anakin said, happily jogging over to his bedroom door to let Han look through them. âFeel free to dig around, I donât mind.â He said as he flopped down onto his neatly made bed.
Meanwhile Luke was looking through the random trinkets and knick-nacks littered about the living area. Occasionally scooting something around to get a better look at it, like he was grocery shopping and searching for a ripe avocado. You heard a gasp and the sound of Lukeâs âew grossâ noise and quickly turned around.
âWhat the hell is this?â He squeaked, pointing to a jar on a shelf positioned above the couch.Â
âOh, shit Luke. You scared me.â You laughed, walking over and standing up on the couch to grab the jar and bring it down for him to look at. âItâs a wet specimen.âÂ
âIt looks like a⌠I don't know.â He grimaced. âIs it a kitten?â
âItâs a rat.â You laughed, turning the jar slowly to give him the 360 view.
âWhy the fuck would- Anakin?!â Luke shouted and after a few seconds both Han and Anakin came out of the bedroom. âWhy?â Luke squeaked out, pointing to the jar is disgust.
âOh! You met Bertie.â He grinned, walking over and picking up the jar. âBertie was⌠a gift.â He said awkwardly.
âYou got a rat in a jar⌠as a gift?â Han scoffed in disbelief.
âNo, I got the rat as a gift. The jar came after.â Anakin grinned, putting the jar back up on the shelf. âWet specimens are a form of taxidermy. Bertie was my first and only childhood pet. I wanted to keep him.â He shrugged.
âIâm⌠okay.â Luke blinked, sharing a look with Han. âRemember when I said he was too good to be true? I was right.â Luke frowned in disgust at the jar.
âOh come on, itâs no big deal, we had stuff like this in the science lab in highschool. I thought it was sweet.â You defended Anakinâs odd keepsake because it really didnât seem all that odd.Â
âSweet?â Luke scoffed. âBabe. No.â
âAh, leave him alone.â Han snickered. âYou just picked up a stray cat and named him after your dead one. Youâre weird too.â
âNo. Thatâs different!â Luke insisted, crossing his arms and looking at you in hopes you backed him up but you were too busy giggling at the exchange to even pay attention.Â
âAh, well. Donât come crying to me when Art the second dies and you want him in a jar.â Anakin snickered, teasingly clapping Luke on the shoulder.
âThatâs serial killer shit bro.â Han snorted, following Anakin over to the oven where the cookie timer was beeping.
âOh yeah?â Anakin grinned widely, holding up his hand in a fist to bring down a few inches above Hanâs chest. âWhatâs the Psycho sound effect? âRee-Ree-Reeâ?â He snort-laughed, bringing his fist down repeatedly in a stabbing motion.
Han laughed, dramatically going along with Anakinâs jest by slumping over on the counter and reaching out a hand for Luke, making a fake strangled gurgling noise. Anakin shot a big smile over at you before he bent down to pull out the cookie tray from the oven while Han straightened back up and went over to console a very unamused Luke.Â
âCâmon it was funny.â He laughed, putting an arm around him and steering him toward the kitchen table. He pulled out a chair and gently shoved Luke down into it by the shoulder.Â
âHow do you expect me to eat when thereâs a dead rat in the room?â He asked in whiny voice.
âAnakin? Do you mind?â You prompted him with an apologetic glance.Â
âUgh, fine.â He rolled his eyes and made his way to the shelf, grabbing Bertieâs jar and taking it to his bedroom to stow it away while Han and Luke stayed for dinner.Â
âDonât you dare fuck with my cookies!â Anakin playfully shouted as he reentered the room to see you plating the cookies out of order.Â
âOh come on.â You whined as he picked you up by the waist and carried you over to the table, sitting you down next to Luke.Â
âI think they put us in time out.â Luke muttered, his chin resting on his fist as he watched Han and Anakin filling plates and bowls for the four of you.Â
âYeah.â You huffed, rolling your eyes as you flipped on the tv. âFeels like it.â
âEat.â Anakin said firmly as he sat down a bowl and plate in front of you, returning in a second with a glass of water. âPlease.â He added in a sweeter tone as he kissed your cheek and sat down beside you with his own food.Â
âGimme that.â Han said, snatching the remote from your hand. He turned his seat sideways to better view the tv as he searched for the local news.Â
âWait, theyâll run it again in an hour.â Anakin said, snapping his fingers to get Hanâs attention. âRemember how the ladies acted last time? You want it to be worse?â He gestured to the food on the table.
âOh. Yeah youâre right.â Han chuckled, switching off the tv for the time being, deciding that the latest press release could wait until after dinner.Â
âLadies?â Luke repeated with his jaw hanging open. âHan really?âÂ
âWhat?â He snickered, turning his head to grin at Anakin. âHeâs right. Just looking out for you hon.â He said, ruffling up Lukeâs hair.Â
âOh whatever.â You muttered under your breath. âYou two are awful when youâre together.â You said jokingly to Han and Anakin.Â
Dinner went smoothly for the remainder of the time everyone was sat together at the table. The food youâd prepared and cooked alongside Anakin was much better than he gave himself credit for. Heâd wanted to order in, insisting that Granny Lee at Thai Palace was a much better cook than either of you. (She was.) But you managed to convince him that it would be like a competition to see who could host better and that seemed to change his opinion very quickly. Even more so when you allowed him to take over making dessert all by himself. Which you sorely regretted.
âCookies?â Anakin asked, a wicked grin spread from ear to ear as he placed the neatly lined up chocolate chip cookies down onto the center of the table. You sighed, blushing deeply as you hid your face behind your hands when Han busted out laughing and Luke started to giggle.Â
âDarlinâ, go ahead.â Anakin prompted, rubbing between your shoulder blades while chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. âChoose one.â
The pristine white ceramic cookie platter held a bakerâs dozen of chocolate chip cookies, each housing a letter made of chocolate chips.
G-O-H-O-M-E-I-M-H-O-R-N-Y
âI suppose Iâll just take the G.â You laughed, hiding your blushing cheeks with one hand while picking up your chosen cookie with the other.Â
âMomma always said you gotta send your guests home with a parting gift.â Anakin snickered, tonguing his labret piercing.Â
âAre you kicking us out?â Han laughed, grabbing a random cookie without a second thought.Â
âNah, not yet. When the cookies are gone, you two better get going unless you want a show.â Anakin grinned, jabbing you in the ribs with his knuckles to tickle you and make you laugh despite yourself.Â
âShut up!â You giggled, reaching up and behind yourself to gently smack his cheek.Â
âOoh, feisty.â Anakin leaned down and tipped your chin up with his middle finger, planting a kiss to your lips before he yanked on your hair and sprinted away to the couch, leaving you with a scowl as you smoothed out your hair.Â
âReady?â Han asked as he walked over and plopped himself down on the floor in front of the couch to watch the press release from the local police department.Â
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A tall imposing police officer stood behind the dark stained oak podium, tapping a thin stack of papers into order on the wooden surface before clearing his throat and nodding to someone off camera. A few camera flashes could be seen as he leaned forward to speak into the handful of microphones situated on the podium.Â
âOn October 13, 2024, at approximately 6:32 AM, the Police Department responded to a report of a possible homicide located at Revival Records within the East Side Mall." He made a short pause.
"Upon arrival, Officers met with an employee who wishes to remain anonymous, who discovered the deceased victim, a male identified by family members as Eric Codgins aged 24.â The officer waited a moment to flip to the next page of his pre-typed speech.
âInvestigators were called in to begin immediate follow-up." He stated, looking up from his papers into the crowd.
"Those on scene learned that the victim had passed away while inside Revival Records during closing hours the previous night. The Coroner took possession of the deceased, and the results of the full autopsy are pending. The current information available reads: Victim is believed to have expired between 6:30PM to 8:30PM. The deceased was found to be missing several body parts which were found to be stowed away on the victimâs corpse.â
âThere were several tools and other affects found at the crime scene that point to the work of at most, two individuals involved in the murder.â The officer sat down his papers, cleared his throat and stepped back to allow another officer to take over the podium.
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âBody parts?â You asked in surprise. âI thought they found him sitting up in a chair.â
âThey did.â Han nodded in agreement as you made your way to the couch and settled against Anakinâs side.Â
âWell how did they⌠what parts are missing?â You asked in morbid curiosity.
âBaby they arenât going to release that just yet.â Anakin said as he put his arm around you and planted a sweet kiss to the top of your head. âThatâs the kind of thing they withhold for when they question someone.â
âMmm, right yeah that makes sense.â You hummed in response.
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âWe will now allot for a brief Q and A session.â The new, younger looking officer announced as they stepped up to the podium. Looking immediately regretful as reporters and the like started shouting out questions.
âThere have been many rumors circulating that this crime is occult in nature due to the brutality and mutilation to the deceased." The young officer paused with his lips pursed impatiently as the crowd began speaking over him.
"We have explored this lead in great excess and are confident that it does not fit the description of any satanic or otherwise occult crimes.â He responded, another round of loud shouting starting up the moment he stopped speaking.
âWe are still working closely with the coronerâs office in determining the official cause of death as well as the murder weapon." He shifted on his feet as though uncomfortable with the information he was about to give.
"What we can share with you is that the main instrument used was some type of small, handheld double edged blade. Much like a tactical knife or pen-dagger. As well as certain types of butterfly or switchblade knives; both of these variants are illegal in our state.â The young officer responded, pausing and holding up his hand to signal for the room to remain silent as a fellow officer joined him for a moment to whisper something to him.
âIâve just been cleared to confirm a frequently asked question on the case.â He cleared his throat as his colleague stepped back. âWe are aware of the use of CCTV cameras that utilize time-stamped photos as a means of security are used throughout the mall and among several other stores and workplaces throughout the city."
"There is no immediate threat to other businesses or establishments that we are aware of, though we do urge business owners to update their surveillance technology to twenty four hour surveillance taping rather than timed photos.â The officer paused again while the crowd burst into another bout of questions.
âWith that being said, our investigative team has determined the CCTV photos from the crime scene have not been altered, modified or tampered with in any way before or after the crime occurred." He continued, seemingly agitated that he was continuously being interrupted.
"The only camera on site that was tampered with was located in the service hallway behind Revival Records, via the use of spray paint.â He cleared his throat again, seemingly pausing for a deep breath before preparing to answer the next top question.
âIt is not known how the perpetrators worked around the timed photos, though what we can say is that there is obvious movement of objects and the victimâs position in these stills. The only photo of a suspect we have at this time is the photo released earlier this week."
"The image is obscured in such a way that our team has been unsuccessful in enhancing it any further.â The officer stepped away from the podium as the first speaker came back into view to speak once more.
âThis will conclude our Q and A session for the time being. Our hearts go out to the Codgins family who will be holding a public vigil for their son in the main square, downtown tomorrow at 5:00PM. Weâd like to close this session by saying that while there are no current suspects, rest assured we are working diligently to find the persons responsible for this heinous act.â
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âWell that was a crock of shit.â Han scoffed, shaking his head as he reached up to his right side to squeeze Lukeâs knee.Â
âDo you want to go?â You asked Anakin quietly, a hint of concerned understanding lacing your words.
âTo the vigil?â Anakin asked, his eyebrows raised as if he were surprised you were asking. âI mean⌠do you think I should? I didnât really know him that well.â
âWell I donât know, I just thought maybe since you saw him so often you might want to?â You asked, leaning your head over on his shoulder while playing with the rings on his right hand.
âYou knew him?â Luke asked in surprise.
âKind of?â Anakin sighed, looking at the tv screen as he spoke. âI go to that record store all the damn time so I saw him quite a bit but itâs not like we were friends or anything.âÂ
âWas he weird or like an ass or something?â Han asked curiously.
âWhat? No.â Anakin snorted softly. âHe was just⌠normal I guess. I donât know man, he was just the guy I handed my money to, you know?âÂ
âRight, yeah I get that.â Han nodded, while you on the other hand just quietly listened to the conversation happening around you.Â
Noticing that something in Anakinâs voice had changed slightly, as though he werenât fully engaged in the topic anymore despite still speaking about it somewhat in depth with the other boys. You assumed that he was busy watching the rest of the news broadcast still playing on screen and only giving the conversation a third of his attention, splitting it between petting you and halfheartedly watching the tv.
âAre you okay?â You whispered, disguising the question as a kiss on the cheek, knowing he probably wouldnât appreciate you asking it aloud.
âOh, yeah sweetheart.â He mumbled, bringing his hand up to twist the ring on the left side of his lip. âIâm all good, just thinkinâ thatâs all.â He smiled.
âOkay Ani.â You said in a tone that let him know you didnât exactly believe him, but you were willing to let it slide for now.
âSo you guys want to watch a movie or something?â Anakin asked, licking over his top row of teeth.Â
âYeah sure, but I want some drinks or something.â Han said, rubbing his palms together.Â
âIâve got beer and thatâs about it.â Anakin said with a shrug. âOr actually I think my girlâs got a bottle of wine, donât you baby?â He asked.
âYeah but we took it to my apartment, remember?â You said, patting his hand.Â
âWhat a shame, you live so far away.â He tskâd, smiling crookedly.Â
âSpeaking of, why donât you guys just live together already?â Luke butted in, always one to ask awkward questions without a filter.
âUhâŚâ Anakin looked over at you as if he were asking permission to answer for the both of you, but you just shrugged. âYou know, thatâs a great question.â
âI guess we kind of already do live together. We always sleep in the same bed every night, just not always in the same apartment.â You said with a slight laugh.Â
âI always imagined when I found my person that weâd move into a house, not an apartment. So maybe thatâs why.â Anakin said, standing up and pulling you with him.Â
âAre you saying you need a realtor?â Luke asked, his voice proving his excitement at having started this conversation and bringing up this topic. âI can call my mom. Sheâs got a realtor lady friend.â
âOh yeah!â You nodded, âI remember her I think, blonde, scary acrylics?â
âYep, thatâs Amy.â Luke snickered, pulling out his phone and sending a text to his mother to get the information.Â
âWell I guess weâre house hunting then, hmm?â Anakin grinned, smacking your ass lightly to usher you along.Â
âI suppose we are.â You giggled excitedly, allowing him to usher you away from the couch without really knowing why he had gotten you up in the first place.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You asked, looking down over your shoulder at his hand that was firmly planted on your ass.Â
âWalking with you to go get that wine.â He chuckled, glancing back to see Han and Luke chatting while Luke hung off the edge of the couch.Â
âOh, right.â You nodded, letting him lead the way across the hall and into your apartment.
âSo do you think I should go?â He asked the moment the door closed behind the two of you and you were in the hallway alone.
âGo where?â You asked in confusion. âThe vigil?â
âYeah, do you think I should go?â He asked, unlocking your apartment door and pushing it open for you, tonguing his lip piercings. âI knew him so like, i should right? Would it be weird if I did?â
âAni, youâre overthinking it.â You sighed, picking up your cat as she sidled up beside you and rubbed against your leg. âIf you want to go, then go and I'll come with you.â
âBut I donât want to go.â Anakin shook his head, leaning against the counter. âBut I feel like I should.â
âWill it make you feel better?â You asked, scratching Boogieâs head.
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âNah, baby.â He shrugged. âI donât feel bad in the first place, thereâs nothing to feel better about.â
âReally?â You asked curiously, thinking it was odd that he was making such a big deal over it but still claiming he didnât care. âHow come? I mean you seemed friendly with him, didnât you call him by some nickname?â
âNickname?â Anakin scoffed. âNo, that was an insult. Ferdinand, you know like the bull from that kids book? I called him that because he looked like an idiot with that big olâ honking nose ring.â
âThatâs a little hypocritical for someone who has a pound of metal in their face.â You pointed out with a sly smirk.Â
âYeah, yeah.â He rolled his eyes at you, but smiled anyway.Â
âAni, seriously though.â You said, sitting the cat down on the kitchen counter so you could walk over and smush yourself against him. âIf youâre this worried about it, maybe you should go, just for your own peace of mind.â
âNo, no you were right babydoll. I was overthinking it.â He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.
âIf you change your mind itâs okay.â You said softly, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest.Â
âI know darlinâ. Thank you.â He murmured, tilting your head back in one of his massive hands to tenderly kiss you, barely parting his mouth to lick across the plumpness of your bottom lip. âYou always know what to say. Always.â
âMmm.â You hummed, smiling against his mouth.Â
âI love you baby.â He whispered, squeezing you a little tighter as he tucked his face into your neck, his knees bent slightly.Â
âI love you too.â You said quietly, your hand coming up to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.
âAlright letâs go back over there before I end up fuckinâ you.â He sighed, sniffing as he awkwardly tried and failed to shift his half-hard dick by kicking out one leg, resigning himself to shoving his hand down his pants instead.Â
âReally?â You snorted, smirking as a pink tint grew across your face.
âYes really.â He grumbled. âYour fault. Beinâ all hot and shit all the time.â
âMy bad.â You shrugged and giggled, grabbing the wine bottle from the fridge and following Anakin on the short trip back across the hall where you found Luke and Han now cutely cuddled up on the couch.Â
âBack already?â Han smirked, shooting Anakin a knowing look.
âWe have company man.â Anakin grinned. âI can wait til after youâre gone. Iâm not a complete horn-dog.â
You snickered, swatting at his chest before turning away to pour two glasses of wine, one for yourself and one for Luke, handing it to him before offering your glass to Han, but he held up a beer bottle to show heâd already found himself a drink. So you happily climbed back over into your preferred corner of the couch with Anakin, tossing the boys a blanket before covering yourself and Anakin up with another, getting settled in for your movie night.Â
Just before Anakin picked up the remote to search for something suitable to watch, the newscasters announced the arrival of newly released, or rather, leaked photos from the CCTV at the Revival Records crime scene.
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âThe photos on screen now show very miniscule changes between frames. Each picture is taken at thirty second intervals, these three photos are shown chronologically.â The female newscaster held up her hand to gesture to the left side of the screen where three photos were lined up, each with a slight change between them.
âOur sources state that the majority of photos are similar to these, depicting very small movements around the victim, whether it be objects moving across the counter or even the digital footprint of the computer which showed activity during the time of the attack.â She said, looking over to her co-host for them to take over.Â
âWith no trace of the suspect or suspects in any of these photos, itâs hard to understand how this crime was committed. According to several twitter posts currently circulating, users are theorizing the crime was committed by someone with a military background or perhaps even a poltergeist.â The co-host said, cracking a smile at the end as a few different twitter posts went up on screen to back up their statement.Â
âWith such a brutal crime occurring on Friday the 13th in October, there was bound to be some wild claims, especially due to the seemingly invisible perpetrator of the crime.â They said, quickly switching back to their professional approach. âOnline users have officially dubbed the suspect âThe Ghostâ.â
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Your eyes snapped up to the screen as your vision went blurry, unsure that youâd heard correctly, your voice sounded far away as you asked Luke to confirm the newscasterâs declaration. After having it confirmed, a sweet taste leaked out into your mouth. Your fingers went to your lip slowly and as you pulled your hand away, you heard Anakin speaking to you as though muffled by water. The words were unclear but his tone was understandable enough that you nodded along with whatever he was saying and allowed him to leave your iron grip to grab a paper towel for you.Â
âOpen up.â He said softly, his eyebrows pinched together in worry as he dabbed at your lip.
You did as he prompted and opened your mouth, hearing him wince as he pulled your bottom lip down carefully to expose the chunk youâd bitten out of the inside of your cheek. He sighed, tossing the remote to Luke so he could take over while Anakin tended to your self imposed wound. He carefully doctored you as best he could, wadding up a paper towel to soak up the blood trickling out to mix with your saliva while he put ice in a ziploc bag and wrapped it in a hand towel to hold against your cheek.
âYou okay?â He asked worriedly, tilting and turning your face gently to check for swelling as he held the ice pack.Â
âUh huh.â You nodded, your eyes not meeting his. âIâm okay.â You smiled weakly, standing up and taking out the paper towel that hindered your speech, tossing it in the trash can.Â
âAre you sure?â Anakin asked, following behind you closely as you curled back up on the couch and waited for him to settle beside you.
âIâm sure.â You said flatly, refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room. âCan you just sit down? Please?â You asked impatiently as he stood in front of you, wearing that same concerned expression that had been there since the moment you injured yourself.Â
âRight, of course babydoll.â He nodded, swallowing hard as he sat down and pulled you over into his lap. âIs this better? Can I get you anything? Youâre comfy?â
âCan you stop talking?â You grumbled quietly, nestling yourself against his chest as he put both arms around you and settled your lower half between his thighs, cradling you in his embrace.Â
âS-sure.â He nodded, furrowing his eyebrows but not complaining or prodding any further.Â
âWhat we can share with you is that the main instrument used was some type of small, handheld double edged blade. Much like a tactical knife or pen-dagger. As well as certain types of butterfly or switchblade knivesâŚâÂ
The police may not know what weapon was used. But you do.
The first half of Texas Chainsaw Massacre was spent in complete and utter silence between you and Anakin. An event that had never occurred before and you assumed would never occur again. He was always giving commentary, especially with movies he loved. This shouldnât have been a quiet movie. He shouldâve been yapping about what was going on behind the scenes, what props were used in place of other things, which lines were improvised, what he thought wouldâve worked better had he been in charge of directing the film. But he was so, so silent.Â
âWhere is it?â You whispered.Â
âHmm?â He hummed as though he hadnât heard you, but you knew by the way his heart sped up that he had.Â
âWhere is it?â You repeated yourself, trying to keep your voice as low and monotone as possible so you wouldn't alert Luke or Han.Â
âBaby, I dunno what you're asking me.â He said quietly, shaking his head and putting his hand on the back of your head to hold you down against his chest when you tried to pull away to look at him.
âAnakin, no you-â You started, but stopped before the next word could be formed.
âDonât tell me no.â He said sternly. Whispering into your hair as he threaded his fingers through it soothingly. âEverythinâs fine.â
âNo, no I need you to tell me right now wh-â
Suddenly his mouth was on yours as he cupped your face in both hands, aggressively, passionately, angrily kissing you. If you couldn't have a verbal argument, heâd give you a physical one. He was telling you to shut up. You were telling him to please say something, anything. He was begging you to stop asking, you were begging him to come clean.Â
âJesus you guys, get a room.â Luke snickered quietly and you felt Anakinâs hand leave your face, his arm moving upward quickly, presumably flipping him off before returning his hand where it belonged.Â
âOh come on I was just joking, I donât-â
âShut up.â You and Anakin snapped at him in unison, turning your heads simultaneously and resuming your passionate wordless discussion.Â
âEw oh my god.â Luke groaned, nudging Han.Â
âLeave âem be.â Han snorted, pulling Luke up from the couch and gently shoving him toward the kitchen to gather their things and before theyâd even shut the door to the apartment Anakin was whipping his shirt off over his head.
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đ˝ŕ§ on the phone with yuujiđ á°
kinktober day 29: *y/n attached one photo*!!!
âŻâ yuuji itadori x reader
âŻâ warnings: phone sex, sending pictures, masturbation, fingering
He didn't mean to look, he tells himself over and over. Yuuji was over at your house earlier today, and he accidentally saw some questionable photos in your camera roll. He never thought you were the type to take these kinds of pictures, but he has to admit, you were so pretty.
Your body was clad in dark green lingerie as you posed for the camera. One photo stuck to him more than others, a photo of you on your bed with open legs in the air. Although he couldn't see your face, he had a good view of your panty-clad pussy and boobs.
Maybe you were forced to take these pictures, he thinks to himself, deciding to talk with you about it. He feels nervous as he grabs the phone to text you.
me : hi y/n, we need to talk
Great start, he thinks. Now he sounds like a best friend trying to confess his feelings. But in reality, it's exactly what he is. It doesn't take long before his phone dings.
y/n đą: hiiii yuujiiii, what's the matter?"
of course, you would use multiple i's in hi. It makes his heart melt. He wonders what exactly he should type.
me: i saw some pictures on your phone. are you okay?
Your heart jumps. The photos you took were for your crush, but he didn't enjoy them as much. You feel embarrassed that your best friend saw them. But in the end, it's not a big deal.
me: do you like them yuuji? <3
You like teasing boys. They always get so flustered and cute. It takes Yuuji several minutes to answer.
yuuji-boo: yes
me: call me
"Hello." your pretty face comes on the phone screen, making him blush deeply. You're in that same green lingerie from before as you batt your eyelashes to the camera. Yuuji feels like he's about to faint, his cock slowly getting hard.
"You don't have to feel bad about seeing these pictures." you smile at him. Your smile is contagious, and he can't help but return the smile.
"Y-you look pretty." he stutters over his words, he can't even look you in the eyes. Yuuji has always been the sweetest boy you have ever met, and maybe a little part of you enjoys that he's seen you naked.
"Do you wanna see more?" you tease him, putting on that cute pout you do. He feels his heart skip a beat. Of course, he wants to see those pictures, but why are you so willing to show him?
"Why?" he squeaks, making you laugh. He really is the cutest.
"Because I like you," you whisper, giggling as you do so. It's now or never, yuuji thinks. He's pretty sure you're not joking with him, and if he has the chance to see you naked, he's gonna take it.
"Okay. I wanna see more."
"Touch yourself for me, I'm gonna do the same." you roll on your back, angling your phone so that he can see most of your body. Your hand travels down your panties before you tease your clit. His only desire right now is for you to take them off. he wants to see that pretty pussy.
You might as well read his thoughts because you take them off in the next second. Now, the only thing hidden from his eyes is your boobs. His mouth salivates at the thought of sucking on them.
Taken back by your body, he doesn't realize he's been stroking himself over his pants. He shoves his hand down his underwear, gripping his cock. Yuuji is not sure if he should give you a show too, but he sets his phone on the bed when he sees you looking him straight in the eyes, your tongue lolled out.
"Oh my god." he moans, stroking himself harder. The faces you are making are a sight for his sore eyes, and not talking about the noises.
He swears he dies when you pull your bra down and let your boobs be free. They are better than he imagined. He's a certified ass guy, but those things might change his mind.
You tease your opening before letting two of your fingers slide inside of your pussy. Suddenly the room fills with your juices squeaking, almost telling him to bury his face in between. He wants to taste you so bad.
Yuuji feels close. It's been a few minutes since the call started, and he's already on the edge of cumming. It's truly embarrassing.
"Let's cum together," you say, adding another finger to the two. Tears start gathering in Yuuji's eyes as he tries to stop his orgasm. You can see that he's close, but you like teasing him too much to let him know.
"Are you close?" he asks you, and you giggle. Oh, that poor boy. Your palm bumps perfectly on your clit while your fingers hit your g spot. You know it won't be long before you cum too.
"You can cum if you want to." thank you, thank you so much, he thinks. A moan drills out of his mouth as he cums all over his hand. Some of staining the sheets.
Yuuji's moans are what tip you over the edge, and you cum on your fingers. His eyes go wide when you pull out your fingers, and they are all covered in your juices.
"I hope this won't affect our friendship," you tell him after both of you calm down. yuuji smiles at you. he really enjoyed this.
"No, it won't. But I want you to send me more pictures."
That won't be a problem.
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I'm so sorry I didn't get to finish but as Dan's Teekl is a Phoenix snake and he takes after Vlad since of dressing
When something big is going on the magical world and they need King Phantom's help he decides to bring along his children this is how the Justice League finds out just like Robin is a past dumb title so is Klarion all the Justice League deal with a bunch of hyper up chaotic children who have been antiheroes let's find out
I wanted this to be just like a we are robbing thing except with Clarion all of them showing off the fact that Teekl have never been a cat would be so funny to me
Anywho I haven't been able to come up with anymore ideas for Dan is Klarion but I did come out with this one hope you find it funny sorry that I messed up on the first part of the writing
Okay... so version one got deleted, per my rant post notices... so here is version two hopes to that it will still be as good... also... i didn't remember how I ended this the first time soooooo yea... sorry again for having messed up in between...
[Link to the first part of the Ask here!]
I hope this will still be as enjoyable....
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Vlad didn't regret a lot of things but he regretted having told Bruce Wayne that he had a way of summoning the Ghost King. Why you ask? Because Bruce Wayne apparently leaked that information to the Justice League.
Well originally Vlad had told Bruce only about this because he was after the deal he had wanted for years with Wayne Enterprise. That man had been able to avoid Vlad for years now, and during his years when he hadn't been a redeemed man it had infuriated him.
But he was a redeemed man now. He had reformed his entire Company and since Wayne Enterprise was contracted with the Justice League, he had felt it was appropriate to boost that his Company had valuable connections too.
He also just wanted to rub it into Brucie Waynes face that he wasn't the only one with big name Hero / other worldly connections department. Okay it might have been a bit of an ego thing left. But he was a redeemed man.
And because he was a redeemed man he had not used his ghost powers to throw Batman out of the window the hero had used to barge into his hotel room at 3 -goddamn- AM only to demand the method on how to summon the ghost king.
No sir, Vlad was a redeemed man, he was nice now, a good guy.
He only grumbled and demanded the reason, which apparently was a demonic thread to the magical world that indirectly could wipe out the entire world itself. Great, little badger will not be amused hearing about that.
Daniel would be cross with him for using the summoning stone in the middle of the night but Batman was giving him a valid reason to use it. Surely Daniel would understand right? Plus Vlad could use that as change to see the little badger again. It had been a while since he last saw him.
Well Vlad regretted agreeing with Batman with the condition that he would be the one to do the summoning. That man in a bat suit did not hesitate to drag Vlad with him then bringing him, blindfolded mind you, to a place where he then was faced with several heroes, including but not limited to the Justice league.
Just great.
At least Vlad got to inform Danial about the situation and the reason for his summon as Ghost King via summoning stone, even if that blond British man had scoffed when he saw Vlad pulling it out, about the situation and what the little badger could expect the moment he stepped out of a portal.
What Vlad did not expect were several RED portals opening and similarly dressed young adults as well as one teen stepping out of them.
"Sup old man! Mom told us you called him about some world ending problem!" Dan greeted him in his Klarion get up, perfectly styled hair and his ghost pet, a phoenix snake, Snape (yes Dan named his pet after a mage from a wizard movie series) on his shoulders. Vlad could feel the distinctive illusion magic around the pet and he was pretty sure everyone without ghost powers were not able to see through it.
"KLARION?!" One of the present heroes yelled.
And of course all of the kids had to answer in reflect turning to where the voice came from at the same time.
"Yea"
There was a brief moment of silence in which Vlad face palmed.
"Ah sorry, that was on reflex. Old habits die hard!" Ellie laughed, she had grown into a young woman and was currently wearing what looked like a black suit crossed with a 90s style witch dress.
"I am the current Klarion, lose that fucking habit already." Dan grumbled annoyed as he crossed his arms glaring at every sibling that had answered to his alias.
"I am telling mom you cussed." Ellie instead grinned instead, before she looked around for a moment before her eyes landed on Nightwing, her face instantly lighting up. "ROBIN! I mean Nightwing! I haven't seen you in ages!"
"Do I know you?" Vlad could feel sorry for the hero, but these where the phantom kids, so he wasn't in the slightest and he was still cross with he heroes for waking him up at 3AM!
"I am hurt! Don't you recognise me!" Ellie gasped and Dan unashamedly elbowed her for acting so familiar.
"Misrule." He warned her. Ellies current Anti-Hero -Chaos Agent- Alias Vlad remembered. A name she specifically chose because it sounded like Miss Rule and she knew that the word play would annoy Nabu. That girl had some serious beef with the Ancient of Order.
"Oh shush little brother! Let me reconnect with the kids I used to mess with!" She shushed Dan ruffling his hair and nearly messing up his horned hairstyle, before turning back to Nightwing. "Don't you remember my lovely Armadillos? Though I only know you were the Robin I first meet because I looked into Grandpa Clock's time mirrors..."
There was a brief moment of silence on the other side where the heroes stood and Vlad swore he could have heard a pin needle drop.
"Oh god..." One of them finally spoke up as apparently some kind of realisation sunk into the heroes. But before Ellie could add anything more the one Vlad recognised as Red Robin cut in.
"Klarion is like Robin!"
"RR what are you...?"
"The title of Klarion got passed down like Robin!"
There was another brief moment of silence before Dan, Ellie and the rest of their siblings burst out laughing.
"It took you idiots this long to see that?!" Dan called them out, laughing as he hugged Snape.
Vlad would probably feel sorry for the entirety of the heroes before him if he wasn't amused by this himself, even he had seen the differences whenever 'Klarion' got passed on.
"For your information, I was the first Klarion, so i could mess with Nabu." Ellie grinned. "I was also the one that used a bit to much eyeliner."
"I never got the the horned hairstyle right."
"I was the one with a fancy black suit."
One by one the phantom kids listed of all the differences in their versions of Klarion until they all looked towards the youngest Dan, the current Klarion.
"What?" He grumbled as his elder siblings grinned at him.
"Fucking fine. I use a suit similar to the old man's style and I like to do more than just mess with Nabitch." He muttered after enduring his siblings stares for.
"And you cuss." Ellie grinned brightly causing the rest of the siblings to to chuckle.
Vlad recognised the look in Dan's eyes and before the kids could break out into an argument or a brawl, depending how violent Dan was feeling, he coughed loudly to get noticed by everyone.
"World threatening situation." He reminded everyone. "Where is your mother? The Ghost King?"
"Oh Mom is already dealing with the situation." Dan shrugged. "We more or less came to watch and see the heroes suck and fail at 'Order' to rub it into Nabitch's face."
Vlad really wanted to scowl the kids and he was going to but then the heroes cut in again.
"Can we get back to the thing about Klarion being a title passed down like Robin? With how many different Klarions did we have to deal with over the years!?"
"Red Robin not the right time..."
"Yes the right time! So many comments from Klarion make sense now! Like the first time he went right up into my face!"
"Red Robin!"
"Oh that was still me! The first Klarion!"
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Ok this is very random but how do you think Ghost would deal w an s/o who is still a virgin at a very big girl age 𼴠maybe theyâd be seeing each other for a while, and when things heat up and she confesses, how would he deal? Would he be honored and accept being her first or would he reject her altogether bc she is inexperienced?
(Because Iâm in my 20s and safe to say on top of everything else in my life except this, I havenât come across anyone with whom Iâd like to be intimate with yet and though I try not to let it get to me, some part of me sometimes feels like a freak or like something is wrong with me)
I hope I did not cross any boundaries or make you uncomfortable by sharing this, if I did I apologize and please feel free to delete this â¤ď¸đď¸
Ghost x FVirgin!Reader Word count: 2,9 k Tags/warnigs: Mild smut, light angst, fluff, comfort, praise & size kink Summary: Reader tells Ghost theyâre a virgin while things are about to go down.Â
A/N: Oh anon!! No boundaries crossed here at all! Your request (or at least I took it as such and got inspired to write a brief oneshot about it) was very sweet. This of course is my HC but Simon would only and only take pride in being your first. He would get a huge ego boost from this and feel absolutely privileged to hear he's worthy of such trust. I think he would want to imprint himself in your head as the best man and the best sex partner you will ever have â he would do his all to eradicate even the very thought of wanting to try others after him. Again, an ego thing, but also a desperate wish to please his partner and make them feel safe. This man screams service top to me. I think Simon has a wild side â not mean, just wild, as in he might be into rough sex and certain types of kinky stuff every now and then but only if his partner is willing. He would be very gentle and considerate (passionate as hell though), knowing you're inexperienced, he would make you feel as safe as possible and wait until you were ready and willing to explore things further. Also, I can't help but be moved by what you told me in this message. I understand where you're coming from with these "is there something wrong with me" thoughts, because gosh, I feel you! And speaking from experience⌠it's 110 % worth it to wait for the right person to come along! Sex can be awesome, mind-blowing, one of the best things â with the right partner. Not worth it with just whomever, imho. Stay safe and trust yourself! And I hope you like this short drabble I made for Ghost x Virgin!Reader â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ much love đ
Simon Riley was a one of a kind man.Â
He put every guy on every dating app to shame, and not just with his size. He was manly, in a word, even if you never knew you wanted such an overly masculine man. At least, not until you met him.Â
Simon was not only sturdy and mature â he was armed with calm rage and dark humor. Just one look in his eyes told you he was not the life of the party. Actually, he was Death himself: one of those four horsemen that heralded the Apocalypse.
Perhaps unintelligibly, the same man was also extremely considerate. A true gentleman if there ever was one. He always placed you and your needs first. But underneath the calm, cynical surface you sensed fierce intensity: fire and smoke, something that screamed Danger, high voltage.
And you could not keep away. Quite the opposite, really. The combination of a wildfire and a tornado roaring upon this solid bedrock of a man was simply alluring.
Things had gone a little too far without you meaning them to. You were not a woman of one night stands, actually, you had never had a stand. But Simon changed that, too. Because now you were thinking about sleeping with him.Â
After years and years of waiting for someone sensible to come along, you had begun to lose hope, especially when people seemed to fuck left and right while you wanted something real.
A bedrock.Â
With that wildfire. Perhaps a tornado thrown in as well.
After weeks and weeks of flirting, the man asked you out, and after weeks and weeks of going out, you came to the conclusion that if someone deserved to be your first, it was Simon Riley. If there was any guy you wished would take you against a wall until you begged for mercy, it was him. At least in your fantasies, which were starting to get out of hand.
In real life, things were not that breezy.
Because what would he say if â no, when â you told him you were a virgin at this age? What if he would be bothered, what if things would get awkward between you two?Â
What if he decided you were simply too much trouble than you were worth?Â
It seemed like a miracle that the guy was still around, having been left blue-balled date after date. Either he was hellbent on conquering you, or then⌠Well, you didn't even dare to think about or's and then's and what if's. Especially when your own feelings were getting equally out of hand as those fantasies.
He probably had plenty of experience, and the thought certainly didn't make you feel any better. How would you compare, being not only inexperienced but a whole goddamn virgin? And it would probably hurt on top of everything. This man must be pretty damn big downstairs if 6 '4 feet and large hands were any indication.
Still, all fears flew out the window in record time every time he pulled you into a kiss. Your body molded into his already: the broad shoulders closed in around you, and it only felt thrilling. His warmth, his arms and scent enveloped you like the sweetest prison, and you held onto him as tightly as you could. Not because he wasn't clutching you with the sameâif not greaterâfervor, but because you wanted to make sure he was real.
And you realized what the allure of Simon Riley was.Â
He felt safe.
In fact, he was safe. He represented safety in all its aspects.Â
Who would've thought that death and wildfire could feel so good, so reliable?
You wondered if he thought this was some game; that you kept him waiting. The unwritten rule seemed to be that it was ok not to jump into bed on the first date. If anything, it was only a decent move. But what did the rules say about the second, third or fourth date? Not to talk about tenth?Â
Things were starting to resemble some prudent high school romance. Well, perhaps not prudent, the way you two practically ground against each other while making out after every date. Without being vocal about it or pressuring you in any way, you could tell he wished for things to go further. Hell, every fiber in this man begged for more. He would soon burn your clothes off simply with that searing gaze alone.Â
Watching the door close on that heated stare after at least 15 minutes of wanton, wicked kissing followed by clumsy Good night's and shy, apologetic smiles just wouldn't do anymore. The poor man was left breathless and puzzled in the cold night with nothing but a hard-on and the crumbs you gave him to keep him warm.Â
Things were getting ridiculous, criminally so, and you felt pity for those pants trying to keep him in confinement. You felt pity for your own soaked underwear as you climbed to a lonely bed all hot, bothered, and wet.
Which was why this evening would end with you asking him to come inside.Â
. . .
Lately, his hands have started to roam; they even cup your ass as he moans in your mouth â and hearing that raspy, low sound leave him forces the final decision. It's the final prophecy that tells you he is the one. You shouldâve known it was only a matter of time with him.
The man hides his surprise well as you invite him in.
"Thought you'd never ask," he gives you a soft chuckle before stepping over the threshold to not only your apartment but also your life and privacy.Â
You barely get out of your shoes before his shadow engulfs you and strong hands lift you in his lap like you weigh nothing at all. You instinctively reach for support by clasping your hands behind his neck.Â
"You really know how to torture a man, don't you?" The brown in his eyes is nearly swallowed by warm darkness as he carries you to the bedroom.Â
"I'm sorry," you whisper, and he gives a short laugh of gravel.
"Don't be. This has been fun."Â
He sets you down next to the bed, and your heart is thumping so bad you fear he can hear it banging against your chest.Â
"But it's about time I torture you, right?"
Oh GodâŚ
Things happen so fast that itâs hard to tell who undresses who, but somehow, you find yourself standing in your bedroom with nothing but knickers and a bra on while he's taking off his pants. The man has definitely waited for this to happen for god knows how long, and it only makes your stomach lurch.
He thinks you know what you're doing, your brain offers when it should know when itâs time to shut the hell up. You can see the generous bulge this man is packing, and while perhaps compelling to other women, to you, it mainly looks intimidating. Threatening, almost.
He doesn't take his boxers off, seeing you're just standing there like some statue, still in your underwear and almost shaking from thoughts running rampant.Â
His form swallows you as he steps closer; wide hands slide up your arms, then draw you against him â against that demanding pulse that gets trapped between you two. Even through the black cloth, you can tell he's thick and big, just like you feared.
The man is blazing, and seems to have grown another foot in height as he towers over you with all that muscle. His shoulders are almost the size of your head, and you already know the hand that runs down your spine is experienced in crushing windpipes. It makes you breathe in shivers, and of course he notices something is wrong.
"Everything good?" He's eager and breathless, the erection pressing against you like a threat. Heâs a man who has fashioned a weapon out of himself, so it shouldn't be a surprise that everything in him speaks violence.
"Yes," you try to assure him â a lousy lie only punctuated by the audible gulp that leaves your throat as you try to swallow your nerves back down.
"You afraidâŚ?"Â
"Just a little nervous," you tell him, a half confession.
"Mm. That makes two of us."Â
He draws down into a kiss, the hands of a soldier and a killer nearly drawing you up from the ground as he pulls you close. You don't really buy his claim of being nervous too: you can feel how he throbs between you, heavy and impatient.Â
Hesitantly, you reach to hug him as well, and you feel so small, so insignificant when wrapped around this⌠giant. The knowledge that you're about to be trapped under all this crushing weight leaves you both faint and needy.Â
Heâs a good kisser, but as he moves to devour your neck, you start to freeze from the middle.
"Alright⌠Come here."
He half carries, half lays you down on the bed, then crawls between your legs and changes his tactic a little. Gentle kisses are ghosted down your throat, and soon, he's at your breasts, soft as a whisper. But as he draws the fabric of your bra aside, your nipple is caught inside a hot, wet mouth, and the wildfire surges forth. Thereâs no way out from under him anytime soon, and you realize the colossal body is already spreading your thighs wide.Â
The way he already looks so damn good there between your legs: big, the epitome of raw, masculine power⌠It's almost sinful that a man like him is here with a virgin. It's a whole new hell how he's kissing you gently as fuck while blazing like a bonfire about to engulf and devour you. You want to wrap your legs around his middle, attach yourself to him in any way you can, but your thighs are weak pudding.Â
You feel both lost and found with him. In him.
He sucks and kisses your breasts like they're the only thing he's here for â and it feels good, heavenly, to be honest. But then he starts to travel down.
Shit⌠You need to tell him â and soon, or else there will be no time to say anything before the last of the shielding fabric is gone.
"Simon�"
"Mm-hm?"Â
He doesn't even stop with the kissing, merely hums on your skin as his mouth reaches your stomach.
"You're my first," you finally force the truth into the night; a soft and desperate fact. It's only the faintest breath, but he halts abruptly like he has been stabbed between the ribs.
GreatâŚÂ
Here comes the awkward.
He rises. Softly, slowly, like a shadow, just a second away from getting to what's between your legs.
"Is that so?"
His voice is hoarse and dark from arousal. The whole man is intoxicating, and your heart is hammering in your chest, both from hunger and dread.
"YesâŚ?"Â
A broad hand comes to rest on the dip of your waist; gently, like you're some frightened animal about to dart off from under his touch.Â
"Love⌠Are you sure you want to do this?"
Are you? You almost ask, then bite your lip.
He just called you love, something he has never done before. You can see your breasts rising with the breaths you try to calm down with sheer willpower.Â
He lets out a small sigh, then crawls beside you and takes you in his arms. The bed sags and wails under his weight before your body is pulled into a delicious bear hug.
"Sweetheart."
His voice is so smooth, so different from the intense, rough smoke that has followed you up until this point that you feel vehement tears burn your eyes. First love, and now, sweetheartâŚ
"There's no need to rush things," he says while keeping you close. Ever the gentleman, but you fear that you've ruined everything.
"We haven't exactly been rushing," you mutter somewhere in the plates of his chest. You both feel and hear how another sigh travels up his throat and is breathed into the crown of your head.
"Now⌠listen to me, ok? I've wanted you ever since we met. Can't deny it. But the last thing I want is to force you to do something you donât wanna do."
You squeeze your eyes shut from what he says. Ever since you met⌠You can remember the lingering gazes, the way his eyes lit up with something hopeful and pure, how it drove away the exhaustion that seemed to have made a home in this big, brooding man. You remember how he stole a few stares up and down your body, too; remember the hunger he never even tried to conceal â not until now.
He is the most enthralling being you have ever seen, a mystery and a force of nature, an indomitable man, and to say that you haven't thought about him that way ever since too would be a lie.
"But I want it," you look up at him slowly, feeling much safer now that he's holding you like this.
I want you.
You realize you're pouting when the warm look in his eyes gains a playful glint as he laughs softly.
"You want it?"
"Yes."
That little twinkle turns into a downright gleam as he looks at you like you're the most adorable thing he has ever seen.
âYou want it with me?â
âYes.â
"How much do you want it?" The charred voice is so soft now: it washes over you in generous waves. His hands keep you in safe custody â and you're the most willing prisoner there ever has been.
"Pretty badly?" You breathe into the air between you and see the corner of his mouth tug.
"Well, in that caseâŚ" His hand sweeps down your back and comes to reside on the swell of your hip. "I'm glad I'm here to help."
Pale eyelashes drop to your lips just before he kisses you again. You arch in his arms, like a flower leaning towards sunlight; your mouth, your whole being unfurls under his leadership. He rolls partly on top of you, then moves to kiss you all over as you lie on your back: he kisses your chin and neck, your collarbones and the hollow little crevice between them. The hand on your hip brushes down your thigh, then back up, up, until his fingers meet the folds already soaked through the fabric of your underwear.Â
His touch is soft, but gains more weight as he sweeps slowly up, then brushes a thumb over the exact location of your clit.
"Ohâ"Â
He knows what he's found, even without the evidence of your voiceless shake of a breath. He brushes another stroke over it, and it doesn't matter that you still have your undies on â you can feel his weight, the gentle pressure he applies as he draws a circle to usher another soft moan out of you.
"You like that?"
"Mhm," is the only thing you are able to answer.
"That's itâŚ" he cheers you on with calm assurance. "Gonna make you feel good. And that's a promise."
You catch a hint of ego in that promise, but there's something else, too. A fervent devotion, a bottomless need to please you no matter what. The right man, definitely: not someone who is only after their own satisfaction. You don't exactly need the answer anymore, but you ask the final, burning question nonetheless.
"Simon?"
"Speak your mind, love."
"Are you disappointed�"
He stops again, a breath away from you.Â
"Disappointed?" He sounds quite shocked, almost appalled. "...Disaâ"
He huffs, then reaches to cup your face. You raise your eyes to his and see that he'sâŚardent, and very, very serious.
"Love, I'm honored."
You can only blink at the solemn vow, and he slowly shakes his head.
"Silly little thingâŚ"Â
It's something he muses almost to himself before he drags his fingers over your sternum and down your stomach, reverently, like you're a piece of precious porcelain. But the heat in his eyes is back, and your fingers curl to grasp a fistful of sheet as his hand disappears underneath the cloth, when he finally touches you with nothing in between.
You suppose it's his middle finger that sweeps over your clit this time, then slips between your folds without effort. It coaxes your thighs open to give him better access, and access he has: he curls the finger until it almost dips inside. Your lips part with a quiet sigh as your chin climbs toward the ceiling.
"Look at that⌠All wet and sweet for me already."
The way you expose your neck is like an invitation: he buries his face in your neck, tries to drown in the scent and feel of you while gliding across the wetness down below. He spreads moisture on the tight bud, and you jerk a little from how sensitive it is â he huffs a smile in your ear. It makes you release the sheet and reach out to grasp him by the neck, to make him stay precisely where he is, close like this, so closeâŚ
"Do ya even know how bloody sweet you are?"
The last of your wits make a vanishing act as he breathes more praise on your skin. You're languid in his arms, feeling both weightless and heavy, like you're sinking into the mattress, and then his hand moves lower; one thick finger is plunged slowly inside.Â
Oh God oh Godâ
You feel him, all of him, filling and spreading you. And it's not enough⌠not nearly enough.
"We'll take it nice and slow, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you tighten around him like on command. "Got all night to make a mess of you. That sound good?"
You can't help it: your lips draw into a smile when thinking about all the things he will do to you, all the sweet things you've always waited to happen.Â
"Yes."
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âËâšăhere, just for you | bakugo katsuki
wc: 1.0k summary: you give bakugo flowers, and he canât figure out why. contains: implied f!reader but i donât mention anything specific, talks about flowers and a kind of early established relationship, just fluff and bakugo getting flustered while going through the motions of a relationship! a/n: this is aged up to when bakugo is a pro! i envision him maturing a lot and mellowing out a little so hopefully this captures that!
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Bakugo doesnât know what to expect, stepping into his office after a long day on patrolâactually, scratch that. Bakugo doesnât expect anything, really, besides his office to look the exact same way he left it this morning: pristine and orderly.Â
And it is, for the most partâsave for a small bouquet of flowers sitting delicately on his desk.Â
It isnât uncommon for him to receive some; companies and politicians often send them to express their good graces. But those usually go through PR first, along with the many other trinkets and letters received from fans.Â
So, it shouldnât really be a big deal, except, flowers have never appeared in his office, on his desk, with a note written in your handwriting, until now.Â
Bakugo prides himself on his good memory; he remembers holidays, birthdays, and since being with youâpotential anniversaries too. But thereâs nothing, complete zilch that comes up when he tries to recall what today could be.Â
He furrows his brows, looking for your contact on his phone. Most of his hero costume is gone now, all of the chunky pieces stored away to reveal the plain black jumpsuit he wears underneath. Clunky boots replaced by rubber shoes he wears more and more these days.Â
He reaches for the bouquet while his phone rings, fingers sliding through the leaves softly. Itâs a simple arrangement: a few gerberas and tulips standing out in pink and orange against small bunches of babyâs breath and cocculus. Thereâs a homeyness to it he can only attribute to you.Â
âKatsuki?â you pick up, warmth and affection coming through.
âYâgot me flowers?â he asks gruffly, thumbing the note youâd written.Â
Thereâs nothing on it but âFor Katsukiâ in your cursive. No indication of what itâs for, or why youâd given it in the first place. Heâs confused and maybe a little nervous; did he forget a date or something?
âOh, yeah!â you exclaim, a string of âpingsâ sounding your request at a video call.Â
Lately, calls with you end up this way. For the longest time, Bakugoâs been a text-mostly-and-call-but-no-video-only kind of guy; itâs quick and efficient, gets things done with minimal fuss. But since getting together with you, textingâs begun to feel a little bit insufficient without your voice accompanying it. Regular calls suffice, but you know how harsh his words can sound despite his face saying otherwise.Â
Your relationship is kind of old but still kind of newâa few months before you celebrate one year, and he still rolls his eyes (at himself) whenever you do this, lips quirked up as he clicks âacceptâ (as if he canât believe how youâve single-handedly changed his phone habits just like that).Â
You wait for him to adjust his phone, portions of his office in blur before he props it against the All Might paperweight on his desk. You continue, âDo you like it?â
He shoves the bouquet into the frame, smothering the microphone until all you hear is muffled noise.Â
âSorry, baby, I think youâre covering the mic.â
He tuts and you laugh as his face comes into view a few seconds later. His eyebrows are bunched together in the way they characteristically are and you see remnants of his black eyeliner smudged across his eyelids. Even at the tail end of his day, tired and just a little bit grumpy, Bakugo still looks pretty illuminated by the light on his phone.
Itâs unfair, you think. Â
âSânice.â he murmurs, fiddling with the petals, âThank you.âÂ
You catch his gaze and smile, âYouâre welcome.âÂ
Thereâs an uneasiness to Bakugoâs eyes that you can tell comes from uncertainty, and you give him the silence to sort through it before he lets you know eventually, just like he always does.Â
âIââ, he looks to the side, away from the camera. The crease between his eyebrows grow deeper before clearing his throat, ââMânot forgetting anythinâ today, am I?â
You tilt your head, puzzled, âI donât think so, unless Iâm forgetting it too.âÂ
âSo whyâdââ, he looks back to the bouquet, sighing, ââwhyâdya give me flowers?âÂ
Bakugo prides himself on his good memory; he knows your favorite food, and your usual order from that cafĂŠ you both go to down the street. He remembers that one sunday, during a hike, when you told him in passing that it was the best day of your life. You donât like fuzzy socks because they make you sneeze, and youâre allergic to dust but continue to tend to him even when heâs covered entirely in it.Â
Bakugo knows all these things and makes it a point to because a relationshipâthis relationship with youâis new and kind of hard, and this is one way he knows he can be good to you.
âOh,â you blink, before answering so casually, so honestly, âI just wanted to.âÂ
Ruby eyes stare back at you, a mixture of emotions you canât decipher swirling in them. His fingers slip through the leaves of the bouquet once more before his gaze softens.
âHa.â he huffs out, almost chuckling to himself in relief.Â
âYeah, âhaâ,â you tease, laughing, âtheyâre just for being you, Katsuki.âÂ
The look you send him is fond, but the feeling it gives him is anything but. Every time you laugh, and smile, and speak to him as if he is every bit deserving of the love you give, there is a battle raging in his ribcage. He doesnât know when itâs ever going to stop feeling that wayâif it ever will. The sides of his neck begin to flush red, and you giggle, finding it every bit endearing.Â
He clears his throat again, trying hard to hide how flustered he feels, âDâyou make it?âÂ
You nod, âBeen trying flower arranging lately.âÂ
âSâpretty.â he supplies, turning the bouquet around to show you. You grow shy, Bakugo knowing full well how terrible you are at taking compliments.Â
âYou should get going, itâs getting late.â you mumble, snuggling into your blanket, the one heâd left in your apartment months ago.Â
Bakugo grunts in agreement, âTomorrow, 7am?âÂ
You hum, âMessage me when you get home,â reminding him, even though this is routine by now.Â
The next day, just like every other Tuesday, Bakugo will pick you up at 7am for a trip to that cafĂŠ you go to down the street. And maybe, on another day, youâll get him flowers again, just for being your Katsuki.Â
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