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#no wonder i nearly didnt graduate high school and flunked out of college#while i lived with my family#im visiting my mom AND my sister is... idk she moved out not too far from here#but keeps a lot of her stuff here and usually sleeps here so...#i guess she still lives here???#they both insist she doesnt#anyway between the two of them i cant focus for shit on anything suddenly#even with my meds#bc one of them is always doing something around me#or trying to talk to me but from another room#and when i get tired of yelling back suddenly its#'oh you didnt need to get up! i know youre busy! ill leave you alone'#then 5 minutes later: ' gene. GENE!!!'#'WHAT' '*way too quiet to hear*'#'HOLD ON I CANT HEAR!'#'*mumbling*'#*i get all the way up and go back downstairs*#'Oh you didnt need to get up i just wanted to know when you wanted to go out for breakfast this week'#i never realized how much more i get done in a day just by moving out#this is all happening after they both said they were going to bed btw
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The nice thing about living five minutes away from work is that if i ever forget something its not the end of the world i just drive home during lunch and pick it up ^_^ i wish our public transport/cities in the US prioritized this over the strange suburban sprawl we seem dedicated to
#Freebooter4ever#I was always forgetting things as a kid and it was always the end of the world#Especially after columb*ne shooting when they took away our lockers and made us carry our books in our backpacks#Suddenly you couldnt leave your textbooks in your locker at school you had to bring them back and forth every day#And that was HARD for a kid with ADHD and very very weird focus issues#Its only been recently from something nicole said on one of her insta stories about like protecting the child you were#That I realized i didnt have to beat myself up and yell at myself in my head anymore for forgetting things#And now even when i do forget things its no big deal i just go back and get it later \o/#So weird how something so small when we were kids can change how we think about things as adults#Anyway also just thinking about how california was the origin of walt's original e p c o t ideas#And how interesting it would have been if we had let those ideas inform the idiocy that is Los Angeles urban planning#Instead of the greed of car tire companies
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#whT if i just. what if i just. what if i just#haha. hehehe. hahahaha. fuck. me.#i blinked. i fucking BLINKED. suddenly theyre yelling at each other.#'shes on her period her emotions are out of control rn'#no you dont understand. thats not how it works. you dont snap like that bc ur on ur period.#im scared. im so fucking scared. what#if she has bpd too. what if it passed down to her and its judt showing now?#yk when it happened i only felt hurt in my chest? i didnt feel anything at all. all that emotional training paid off ig#yeard and years of telling myself to shut my emotions off rlly worked bc ive never heard her scream and cuss like that before#yet i didnt feel anything. but i did feel my inner child crying. i felt deja vu.#a distant memory of when she was yelling and arguing with HIM while i cry and piss myself on the rug when i was barely 2 years old#when my mom yelled and started sobbing and started cussing and fuck#it was so triggering but it felt like my body stopped working. it stopped completely. but like#my instincts. felt. like. it was on fight or flight mode. i wanted to run. my legs ached and i couldnt walk but it felt like i wanted to run#i wanma falk about it i wanna ralk about it so bad but what if i talk too much and ppl see how depressed i really am#i dont want to give off rhat impression. i want to give off a happy impressiom even tho im not#for ronight. and tomorrow. i dont wanna function properly.#ive functioned enouvh this week. ill take a break today and tomorrow.#for tomorrow. ill pretend i died and my ghost is wandering around my room. for tomorrow ill rot my soul away.#ill pick up the pieces for it later. i dont feel like piecing myself together right now.#im so. im so fucking tired. i feel like the only thing thatll comfort me rn is to hug a clay statue of yuuta for some odd reason#ive been so unbelievanly depressed for the past few months fuck i want to die i want to die so bad#and theres not even like a single reason why. i dont rememver. i cant remember. i cant feel. anything.#i dont wsnt to live right now. can i just. die. and then get brought back to life later when i feel ready again.
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Genre: Smut
Le Sserafim Sakura x Male Reader
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Your hand lazily inserts the key into your apartment and unlocks the door. You want to slam it behind you in anger, but youâre too tired to even manage that. Working at the convenience store was supposed to be easy, just a little side hustle you can do to make some cash while you go through school. However, you failed to anticipate the long and arduous days of being yelled at by customers over things you have no power over, all for minimum wage. Your piece of shit manager doesnât make things easier as all she does is sit on her phone while youâre the one that has to run around like a dog just to maintain the store. With a heavy sigh, you collapse face-first into the couch, just barely fighting the urge to suffocate in between the cushions and end your suffering once and for all.
âYou good?â
You turn your attention to your roommate Sakura, whoâs sitting on the floor, immersed in a fighting game on the TV. Sakura seldom talks and has a bit of an unnerving air about her, but she always kept the common areas clean and upheld her side of the chores so you considered her to be the perfect roommate in your book. Youâve managed to warm up to each other a little bit over the years, yet she always remained as sort of an enigma to you. You rarely talked due to always being busy with work or school, but whenever you did see her, she was always playing some kind of video game. Supposedly she makes money from streaming herself playing these games to thousands of people. You didnât really understand, but you didnât really need to anyway.
Your body slides off the couch onto the floor next to her, your eyes glazing over the flashing colors on the screen. âIâm fine,â you utter. âWhat are you playing?â
âTekken 8,â she answers, her eyes never leaving the screen. âYou wanna play?â
âI think Iâll stick to watching you.â Video games were never really your thing, but you could admire how skillful Sakura looked with the way her slender fingers quickly pressed the right buttons at the right time, her eyes glaring with focus. The blue light of the TV reflects off of her pale skin, making her look ethereal despite wearing a simple crop top and a pale blue tracksuit. Since when did Sakura look so attractive?
Before you knew it, you were suddenly face to face with the back of Sakuraâs blonde head, your legs splayed out on either side of her. She was too focused on the game to notice you pressing up against her, which you took as a sign to take things further. Maybe it was the exhaustion and the stress seeping its way into your brain, but you needed some kind of release and Sakura just happened to be at the right place at the right time.Â
Your hands slowly snake their way up her toned abs, grazing her soft skin with your fingertips and stopping at the hem of her top. Sakura hasnât made any move to stop you, you wonder if she even noticed you at all. You lift up her top, pleasantly surprised to see her wearing no bra underneath. Her breasts are the perfect size and shape to fit into the palms of your hands, soft yet firm like a stress ball. With each gentle squeeze, all the stress you procured over the day begins to drain from your body, and your erection starts to strain against your pants, pressing into Sakuraâs lower back. Lust takes over your body as your breath gets heavier and your heart pounds in your chest. Your lips latch onto the back of her exposed neck, kissing and licking her porcelain skin.
âYouâre gonna make me lose,â she says, her voice monotone. You momentarily pause to chuckle at her nonchalance. Her body was being ravished by her roommate, yet all she cared about was winning her little game. You found it oddly cute in a weird way.
âSorry,â you chuckle, punctuating your sentence with a kiss on her neck. âHow about this? If you win while I play with your body, Iâll give you $10.â
âMake it $20 and Iâll let you fuck me afterward.â
âDeal.â Almost immediately, your hand lunges into the waistband of her pants while your other hand pinches Sakuraâs nipples. To your surprise, her panties had a sizable wet spot on them - despite her lack of a reaction, she was way into this. As you apply pressure against the wet spot, you hear her breath hitch in her throat, her body shivering upon contact. You had her right where you wanted her.
As much as you would love to take your time to make her feel good, you also didnât want to easily give up the $20 you worked so hard for. You move her panties to the side to give you easier access to the honey pot lying underneath. Her lips were already coated in her slick juices as you teased her hole with your digits. A small groan escapes her mouth right as she wins the first round with a sliver of health left.
âOoooh, that was a close one, Kkura,â you tease, chuckling into her ear. âMaybe thisâll be easier than I thought.â
Sakura stays quiet, her focus on the game unwavering. Right as the second round starts, you shove two fingers deep inside her hot, velvety core, eliciting a cute moan from the Japanese girl. The slickness of her arousal coats your fingers, allowing you to thrust in and out of her with ease. The texture of her inner walls is like silk wrapped around steel - soft and smooth, yet firm and unyielding. You watch with enjoyment as Sakura slowly becomes undone. Lustful moans continued to escape her lips, and her fingers began to spaz out with each thrust of your hand, causing her character to lose health. Her grip on the controller tightened with frustration but quickly dissipates as you continue to finger her pussy. Miraculously, she somehow managed to win the second round, albeit with a smaller margin than before.
âHmm, I guess I should start trying now, huh?â You quicken the pace of your hand while your thumb rubs against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Sakuraâs body. Her breathy moans fill the air as she tries desperately to ignore the lust threatening to take over her body. The walls of her pussy tighten around your fingers as she grows closer to her orgasm, her hips rocking subtly with each thrust, inadvertently rubbing her butt against your erection. Your breath grew heavy with excitement, but you didnât want to end the fun just yet. Right when you think sheâs about to cum, you remove your hand from her heat, denying her the satisfaction of a release. Sakura turns to you with a fire in her eyes, causing her to lose her first round.
You chuckle in her face. âWhatâs with that look?â you ask, taunting her with a sly smirk. From all your years of knowing her, this is the most emotion you have ever seen her display. You couldnât help but find it cute how much she wanted to cum.
âWhateverâŚâ She grumbles in annoyance before turning back to the screen. You place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, a symbol of your apology. However, you arenât apologizing for not taking her all the way. In fact, this is an apology made in advance - youâre about to make things so much more difficult for her.
Instead of pulling the trigger and assaulting her wetness like she wants you to, you decide to tease her by gently rubbing your fingers over the cloth of her crotch, applying just enough pressure for her to feel it but not enough for her to get off. Your other hand traces gentle circles on her breasts, tickling her skin with your fingernails. Sakura lets out a huff of irritation. She so badly wanted to feel your fingers inside of her, but unfortunately for her, her pride was stronger than her lust, and throwing the game for her own pleasure was just not a viable option. Her sexual frustration gets the better of her and the poor girl ends up losing the round in a complete stomp, leaving just one more round to decide whether or not you would be out $20.
âUghâŚâ She groans while pinching the bridge of her nose.
âWhatâs the matter? Just one more win and you get $20, easy as pie,â you say, smirking mischievously. Sakura simply shrugged it off, putting all her attention into the game, but little did she know how dirty you planned on playing the final round.
Right as the in-game announcer starts the final round, you push Sakura forward so that sheâs now on all fours, her perfect ass in the air. Despite the compromising change in position, she kept her grip on her controller and her focus on winning. You didnât let her stay comfortable for long as you grabbed the waistband of her velvet sweatpants and pulled it down along with her panties, exposing her plump cheeks in one fell swoop. Her pussy stains her thighs with her sweet nectar, ready for you to ravish her hole. All your patience is about to pay off as you free your erection from its prison, lining it up with Sakuraâs core. With one thrust, you completely bottom out inside of her, causing a high-pitched moan to come out of her mouth. Your fingers sink into the plush flesh of her hips, pulling her towards you with each thrust. The sight of her modest yet plump ass vibrating with an audible slap of skin against skin is worth way more than $20, yet here you are, enjoying it all for free. Sakuraâs pussy squeezes your cock with her slick walls, her climax quickly approaching thanks to the work of your fingers earlier. At this point, your roommate was a complete mess in front of you, dropping her controller and letting her opponent knock out her character without any fight. Right as the big red âDEFEATâ pops up on the screen, Sakura lets out a long moan, announcing her orgasm. You hold her hips down on the base of your cock as her body shakes with pleasure, her juices spilling down your legs and staining your work pants.
Sakura collapses onto the ground as you pull out of her, giving you a moment to catch your breath. As much as you would love to dump your entire load into her pretty pussy, you decide to show her mercy in this instance. Games arenât fun if you win them right away.
Slowly, Sakura props herself up. Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath and you canât help but become mesmerized by her breasts. In turn, she stares at your dick, still glistening with her nectar. She discards her disheveled clothing, and like a kitten stalking its prey, she crawls towards you with unblinking eyes. Normally, her face void of emotion would be hard to read, but at this moment, you knew exactly what she was thinking. Her lips hungrily latch onto yours as she straddles your lap, grasping onto your cock to line it up with her dripping cunt. Your hands automatically gravitate towards her hips as you pull her down onto your lap, forcing her to take all of you at once. Sakura groans into your mouth, wrapping her arms around your head and pulling you deeper into the sloppy kiss.Â
As she bounces on your dick, you completely forget about all the shit you faced at work. Hell, you would gladly work at the shit hole if it meant getting to fuck your cute roommate every day. The thought gets you more excited as you meet Sakuraâs hips with thrusts of your own, simultaneously breaking the kiss to suckle on her perfect bouncing tits. Her shrill moans and the slaps of your skin against hers fill your ears, driving you closer to the edge.
âS-Sakura⌠Iâm about to c-cumâŚâ You warn her, breathless.
âI-inside⌠C-cum inside meâŚâ
With your grip tightened on her waist, you slam her down onto your cock, forcing your entire length inside as you shoot ropes of your semen into her cunt. Sakura meets your orgasm with one of her own, her pussy pulsating and milking your cock. Her body collapses onto you as both of you catch your breath.
âWell, that was something,â you say to fill the empty space. Sakura answers with a hot shaky breath against your neck. Five minutes pass before her breathing finally comes back to normal. âSoooo⌠Same time tomorrow?â You ask, half-jokingly. Sakura gets up from your neck with the same blank expression as always.Â
âDonât keep me waiting.â
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Fell in Love
spencer reid x gn!reader
summary: you hadn't expected your friend spencer to be home from his most recent case yet, let alone passed out on your couch
warnings: confessions, kissing, fluff, no use of y/n
word count: 1.5k
The moment the key hit the lock of your front door, you practically felt a weight fall off your shoulders. You had been working all day and there was nothing you wanted more than to change into your pyjamas and watch tv for the rest of the night.
Once inside your apartment, you shut the door, instantly dropping your bag to the floor and your keys onto the table. Your shoes were kicked off and your jacket was strewn across a random chair in a matter of seconds and you were ready to run into your bedroom.
But, as you passed by the living room, you caught a glimpse of someone sleeping on your couch, shoes and coat still on.
Really, you should have been a bit more startled by the sight of someone in your home, considering you lived alone, but you were all too familiar with Spencer's habit of dropping by unannounced.
You stopped in your tracks, walking around to the front of the couch and called his name.
"Spencer" you were met with an annoyed groan as he flipped onto his other side.
"Spencer" you called again, louder, shoving his shoulder slightly. No response.
"Dr. Spencer Reid" you practically yelled right into his ear and you watched him jump this time, turning to face you again.
"I gave you a key for emergencies" you scolded, watching as he sat up and groggily rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm sorry" he sounded overly sincere "I didn't want to go home."
Then you realised that this wasn't just his regular habit of dropping in whenever he was bored, he needed comfort. You knew all to well the toll his job took on him, with everything thatâs happened to him you were surprised he was able to hold up as well as he did.
âOh Spencerâ you half-whispered, sitting down on the couch right beside him, shoulder practically pressed against his. âDo you wanna talk about it?â.
âNot really, I just need to get my mind off everythingâ he sat up a bit straighter, facing you now.
You nodded in response.
âIs that new?â his gaze was suddenly fixated on your wrist as he reached down to your new watch.
âIt isâ you told him, lifting up your arm to show off the item adorned with a silver band.
âDid you get it in a pawn shop?â he seemed to be doing a pretty good job at distracting himself now, taking interest in random things like he always did.
âHow did you know?â you laughed slightly, bringing your arm back down to your side.
âItâs Cartierâ he explained âI know you wouldnât be able to afford a new one, they range from four thousand to hundreds of thousands of dollarsâ.
âWowâ you feigned offence.
âI didnât mean it like that, I just know you wouldnât spend that kind of money, even when you treat yourselfâ he almost panickingly explained himself but you still felt a little proud at him knowing things about you. You hated spending a lot of money on yourself and you wanted to treat yourself, hence the new item in your collection.
âDid you know that Cartier was the first healer to use platinum in jewellery making? And they popularised the wristwatch in 1904, itâs really quite interestingâ
âI didnât, Reidâ you joked. âDo you want some food? I got groceries yesterday so I could make you anything you wantâ.
âIâm okayâ he sighed slightly âIâm just tiredâ
âYou can sleep in my bed, no reason you should be hurting your back on the couch"
"No its okay, I don't want to put you out. I'm fine out here, really."
"I'm not going planning on going to bed for a while, at least go in there and get some rest, okay?"
He simply nodded his head and got up to go to your bedroom, calling out a goodnight as he approached the door.
You spent a few hours lounging about, mindlessly watching Friends reruns to procrastinate anything that actually needed to be done. Eventually though, the tiredness caught up to you and you decided to camp out on the couch for the night.
You cracked open your bedroom door and the small amount of light that flooded in from the hall presented Spencer completely out of it in your bed, his white shirt half unbuttoned and his trousers twisted around him while the rest of his clothes were piled on the floor beside him.
You smiled to yourself as you went to grab a spare pillow and blanket from your wardrobe, preparing to set yourself up on the couch for the night.
As you went to leave the room once again, you heard him sleepily call your name.
"Yeah?" you turned around to him again, seeing him adjust himself slightly.
âDo you want the your bed back?â He began to sit up, the rustling sound of the duvet filling the air.
âYou can stay there, donât worry about itâ there was a silence then, you could tell he was about to say something, but he was struggling to get it to slip past his lips.
"Could you stay with me, please" he looked away bashfully "just for a bitâ. You couldnât see his face, but you knew he was giving you a puppy-dog look, eyes wide and lip practically quivering.
âOf courseâ you dumped everything that was in your hands onto the end of the bed and crawled up beside Spencer.
Without another word, you pressed yourself up right against him, grabbing his hand with yours and smoothing your thumb over the back of his hand. Just the few moments of silence with you sitting there had done Spencer some good, he had already felt himself calming down, and some of his recent anxieties melting away.
The quiet didnât last long though before Spencer was saying your name again. âCan I tell you something?â
You turned your head to look at him, your eyes finally adjusting to the dark so you could see all of his emotions bleeding through his expressions. You nodded your head, humming slightly to urge him on.
âI really appreciate you, a lotâ he hesitated slightly, searching for the words to use next.
âI appreciate you too Spenceâ you requited.
âNo, Iâm thankful for everything you do. You have always been there when I need you, you always know exactly what to say to me, you care about me. And I truly hope you can say the same about meâ
âOf course I canâ
âI need you in my life more than you could ever knowâ he continued âyouâre the most important person to me in the whole world, I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
You looked at him, almost flabbergasted, not knowing what to say that would truly encapsulate how much you cared about him, how happy you were that he appreciated you.
âI like youâ he paused âI love you, so muchâ his words were powerful, they rung in the air as they travelled towards your ears.
âLove?â you repeated, questioning his use of the word. You were no stranger to platonic love but his previous confessions had you questioning the intention of his last sentence.
âI love you, I want to be able to call you mine. I want to come home to you every day, to spend every minute I can with you, to have a future where youâre the centre of all my plans.â
You were practically stumped, the emotions you were feeling rendering your mouth useless.
âIf you donât feel the same way-â he suddenly became incredibly panicked, spitting out as many words as he could to explain himself before you could cut him off.
âSpencerâ you took a deep breathe âI love you tooâ it was a much shorter confession than his, but you didnât need to say anything more to him, the confirmation was all he needed.
In the time it took you to blink, your faces were centimetres apart. And then his lips were on yours.
Your body felt like it lit up on that moment, the feeling of his lips on yours waking the butterflies in your stomach. You wasted no time tangling your fingers into his hair and lightly tugging at the roots as his hands slid around your waist, softly massaging your flesh.
It was gentle, his tongue softly slipping into your mouth as you let him do what he wanted, let him take the control.
The kiss was short though, as sleep had began to take over both of you. You mutually pulled away, silently agreeing to lie down, cuddling into one another.
With one more peck on the lips, you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.
There was plenty of time to talk it out, to figure out everything between each other, but for now all you needed was the feeling of one another pressed together and the feeling of mutual admiration.
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The Boys Preference: Lashing Out And Regretting It
Requested: heyya! love how you write the boys characters you got them so well just like how they are on the show. if its okay and if its a good idea, may i request an imagine with the boys and homelander and their reaction after they and reader got into an argument, getting to the point where they told reader some hurtful things and told reader to leave because they dont need reader or reader is nothing to them/is useless. they just say this because theyâre angry but reader takes their word to heart and did just as they said. now they cant find reader or finding it hard to locate reader. could be platonic or familial. thank you! - anon
A/N: Screaming I love this!!! I live for the angst!!! I'm so sorry I've been so slow with requests my loves! I hope you can understand! Feedback is always appreciated! đđđ
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Butcher embarrassed you in front of everyone. Yelling and screaming, calling you useless, all because Samer got away. You were a little too occupied with Kimiko and Frenchie to realize, opting to save your friend than chase after him. Both Kimiko and Frenchie were eager to come to your aid, but he shut them down. He got in your face and he humiliated you, said the team was better off without you. You left without a word, ignoring your friends who begged you to stay. You left your phone behind, knowing they'd call and text, apologizing for him. You were good at your job, the best even. You and Butcher have worked together a long time. This was your first mistake in a long time and he couldn't let it go. You were done. You packed a bag and disappeared. When they realized they couldn't reach you, they split up, looking at your apartment and usual hang outs. No one had seen you. Suddenly Butcher can feel his heart in his stomach. Regret spread through his chest. Everyone was pissed at him, but no one was angrier at him. He never should have done what he did. Now you were gone. Who knows when you'd show up again?
Hughie regrets it immediately. He said what he said because he was angry, and stupid, and awful. You left the night of the Tek Knight party. You were a Supe, a powerful one, but for whatever reasons, your abilities weren't what they used to be. You argued with him, saying he shouldn't go in alone. It came out before he realized, before he could take it back. Right now, he was more powerful than you were. What right did you have telling him what to do when you couldn't do your single job? The look on your face, the horror and hurt, it made him sick to his stomach. He tried to apologize, to explain, but you were done. You threw your hands up, wishing Hughie and the rest a safe mission, but you were done. M.M. assured him it was better to go through with it than run after you, so he did, but the whole time he's thinking about you. He doesn't find you at the office or apartment. You disappeared. They tried to track you, find you, but they hit wall after wall. You'd show up again, they all told him, you just needed time. He'd never felt so guilty in his life.
Annie didn't think you were trying hard enough. It didn't seem like you cared anymore. Not about the team, or taking down Homelander. You seemed like you were just going through the motions. She meant to just talk with you, but things escalated pretty quickly. As soon as she said the words, she knew she was in the wrong. You were becoming a liability to everyone involved. If you were done, burned out, then just say that. Leave. But if you wanted to be a part of this team, if you really cared, you'd stop being so useless. Truth was, you were tired. You were tired of everything. There was no name calling or fighting back. You didn't have it in you. You got up and you walked out, pushing past Butcher and the rest who were just walking in. Annie goes to follow you, but you just pick up your pace. She calls and texts, but you never answer. Everyone says to give you your space, but she can't let it go. She shows up at your place which is completely empty. It fills her with so much shame. She apologizes profusely, asking you to come back, but she never gets a response.
M.M. is reactive and angry and he knows what he's done is wrong immediately after. He's been in charge of this team and so far all you've been is negative. You've lost your faith in the team. He understands, he gets it, but for the sake of everyone involved, he needs you to look on the bright side. If there isn't one, he needs you to make one. He ends up blowing up at you while you're waiting for Hughie as Webweaver. You tell him, Annie, and Kimiko that you have a bad feeling about this, a terrible feeling, but it was too late to do anything. Hughie was already inside. He knows now is not the time nor place, but he loses it. If you can't have faith in the mission, in your teammates, then you shouldn't be here at all. Your attitude problems only hurt morality and it was worse than useless, it was dangerous. Annie and Kimiko try to de-escalate the situation, but you've made up your mind: you're done. You leave without a second thought, wishing them a safe mission. Because they're all occupied, no one can really do anything about it. After his panic attack, Marvin sees just how right you were, but when he calls it goes right to voicemail. When it seems like you disappeared, he does everything he can to track you down. You don't want to be found, though.
Frenchie fights with you after Samer gets away. It was the three of you that were in charge of him and you let him get away. You didn't have any fight left in you. It was your fault. He must've been working on the cuffs for weeks. You trusted him and you let Kimiko get hurt. You know that's the reason he's so upset: because he had to cut off her leg to save her. She could have died. You know what she means to him. And yet, he goes a little overboard. Everyone thinks so, yelling at him to stop when he's gone too far. You were useless. You let Samer get away, you let Kimiko get hurt, you failed at every single job you were given. He can see the look of hurt on your face and finally stops, the room left in a heavy silence. You grab your coat and you leave. There was no use in fighting with him, he was right. Annie and Hughie called after you, pleading with you to stay, but you waved them off, storming out. When they don't hear from you, they all start to worry. You sent a single text to Frenchie before turning off your phone. Tell Kimiko I'm sorry. Feeling guilty, he goes to your place. You're not there though, and neither are your immediate belongings: wallet, keys, phone, some clothes. He has to do something to fix this, to make things okay.
Kimiko is really hurt you turned yourself in alongside Frenchie. The guilt was eating you alive, all the things you've ever done. It was horrible. It was unforgivable. When you come back alongside Butcher, who insists you and Frenchie can replicate the virus, you can't stand to look at her. She wants to talk with you, to ask you why, and eventually, when you get a little alone time, she does. Of course she would understand, your upbringings were cruel, brutal, and it lead you down this road, but you couldn't move on. You couldn't forgive yourself. Kimiko was pissed. Did you really think it was that easy? Did you really think you were the only one eaten alive by guilt and shame and self-hatred? She was signing at you furiously, as close to yelling as she could get. You were so smart, so intelligent, and yet you were wasting your talents wanting to rot away in prison! If you were going to throw your talents away and hurt the team and hurt her and become a useless nobody, then what was stopping you? Certainly not her, not any of your friends. You don't have it in you to fight back. You don't have anything left in you, not anymore. She tries to get your attention when you leave, but you don't look back. When none of them hear from you, Kimiko begs The Boys to do everything they can to find you. Please, she has to make things right.
Bonus! Homelander cuts people out of life left and right. Still, you never thought he would turn on you. And yet, when you don't know who the snitch is, when you're not closer to pinpointing the culprit, he loses it. His eyes even heat up, though he catches himself, calming himself down. Firecracker interrupts his yelling, foolishly, but in the end it saves you from hearing anymore about how pathetic, useless, stupid you are. That you don't deserve to be a part of The Seven, you don't deserve to be a Supe at all. He goes off with her, believing it was Webweaver all along. You don't know how much time you have, but you know, in order to avoid his wrath, you have to leave right away. Get some space between you so that he can cool off, if he ever does. You took it as a pretty clear way of saying that you were out, you lost his trust. You weren't a friend anymore, you weren't anything anymore. Firecracker had saved the day. Again. When he comes back, covered in blood and no closer to finding the narc than he was before, he goes looking for you. He searches the entire city, but you've disappeared completely. Vanished.
#preference#headcanon#billy butcher#billy butcher x reader#hughie campbell#hughie campbell x reader#annie january#annie january x reader#mm#mm x reader#marvin milk#marvin milk x reader#frenchie#frenchie x reader#kimiko miyashiro#kimiko miyashiro x reader#homelander#homelander x reader#the boys#the boys x reader
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( twitchmattenthusiasts kinktober ! )
â SOME HOCUS POCUS TYPE SHIT. â
pairings. enemies to lovers + brothers bsf!matt.
warnings. body switching, spells, spanking, bondage, use of toys. switch matt x oc but mostly sub!matt tbh. slight mommy kink major daddy kink.
EXTRA warning: this is kinky as shit, so be warned! oc and matt are ENEMY enemies, so them having sex is going to be rough as fuck and theyâre going to take their frustration out on each other, so um, this is your warning! itâs an oc just because i felt it made more sense!Â
âthis is stupid as shit.â
"youâre stupid as shit." matt instantly shoots back.
bianca rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as she trails behind matt. sheâs annoyed as shit right now. if she's being honest, she didn't even want to come to this stupid escape room in the first place, but chris and nate wouldn't get off her back and begged her to come, promising she wouldn't be anywhere near matt, but of course it's just her luck that she's lost her best friends and her brother and has ended up with matt.Â
matt rolls his eyes dramatically as bianca goes on yet another rant about how this is her worst freaking nightmare ever. âoh my god, can you shut the fuck up for once? itâs not like i want to be stuck here with your annoying ass either. letâs just find the fucking clues and get out of here already.â
he turns back towards the room, scanning the walls and shelves for anything that might help them escape. âstop fucking whining and actually look for something useful, would you? the sooner we get out of here, the better. iâm tired of being stuck with a fucking brat like you.â
bianca scoffs, following behind matt as he walks into a room. "are you fucking kidding me?" she yells. "iâm the one who's been looking for clues; all you've done is fuckin stand there and text your stupid hoes instead of actually doing shit!â
matt ignores biancaâs bitchy comment, continuing to browse through the various items scattered around the room. he picks up a small vial filled with clear liquid, examining it closely before setting it back down again.
âwhatever," he mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. âkeep being a little bitch about everything."
âyouâre an asshole, you know that?â
matt shrugs nonchalantly, not bothering to hide his smirk. âso what if i am? at least iâm not some uptight bitch like you."
he moves further into the room, poking around shelves and drawers with little regard for their contents. his gaze lands on a collection of old, dusty bottles, and he starts to grab them, examining each one curiously.
âwhat the fuck is this shit?" he asks, holding up a bottle with strange symbols etched onto its surface. âlooks like some kind of potion or something."
bianca shrugs, looking down at her nails. âprobably fake or somethi-â sheâs cut off when matt suddenly opens the bottle and starts sticking his nose in it. âwhat the fuck are you doing?â
"chill the fuck out, will ya?" matt retorts, ignoring biancaâs warning.
âitâs probably just some lame-ass decoration or something." he sniffs the contents of the bottle, wrinkling his nose at the strong scent. âthat smells weird as fuck.â
bianca rolls her eyes, watching as matt continues to mess around with the strange bottles. she lets out an exasperated sigh, clearly growing more impatient by the second.
"youâre such a dumbass sometimes, you know that?" she huffs, shaking her head in disbelief. "put those things down before you break something valuable, yeah?"
matt tosses the bottle aside carelessly, not giving a flying fuck about biancaâs complaints. ârelaxx, princess. itâs not like iâm gonna break anything important."
his gaze falls upon another bottle, this one filled with a dark, murky liquid. curiosity getting the better of him, matt unscrews the cap and takes a long swig directly from the container. âtastes like cheap vodka," he remarks with a smirk, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ânot bad for some ancient relic shit."
âthereâs actually no way you just drank that shit.â bianca complains, looking at matt in total disgust.Â
matt shrugs, ignoring the looks of disgust she shoots him. he runs his fingers along another set of bottles. picking a white one up, he twists the lid, holding it close to his nose as he takes another whiff. âyouâll like this one b.â he tells her, holding the bottle out to her, "smells like malibu.â
âmalibu?â bianca asks curiously. she appears right behind matt, looking down at the bottle. malibu being her favorite drink.Â
matt grins slyly, noticing biancaâs interest âyeah, smells just like it. too bad it's probably not the real deal or you'd be sucking this shit down like a champ, huh?"
bianca snatches the bottle from mattâs hand, uncapping it quickly and bringing it to her nose. her eyes widen in delight as the familiar scent fills her nostrils.
"see, i told ya it smelled like the good stuff." matt smirks, watching bianca eagerly sniff the bottle.
"go ahead and take a shot, princess. live a little for once in your life." he gestures for her to drink it, a mischievous glint in his eye. âunless you're too much of a pussy to handle it." he taunts, knowing full well how competitive bianca is.
âcmonn, i dare ya." matt pushes, wanting to see if she'll rise to the challenge. âdrink it all down like a good girl." he goads, egging her on relentlessly.
bianca hesitates for a moment, her competitive nature warring with her common sense. but the allure of the familiar scent and taste proves too tempting to resist. with a defiant glare at matt, she tilts her head back and pours the mysterious liquid straight down her throat.
bianca gasps, her face contorting in surprise as the potent liquor burns its way down her throat. âfuck that shits strong.â she coughs, sputtering as she tries to catch her breath.
but despite the initial shock, bianca can't deny the thrill that courses through her veins. she feels a rush of excitement at pushing past her limits. "guess you were right about it tasting like malibu,"
matt chuckles, enjoying every moment of biancaâs discomfort. âsee? told ya it wasn't so bad."
his gaze drifts over to the other containers still untouched on the shelf. picking up another bottle, he examines it carefully before opening it and taking a deep sniff.
âmatt that literally says âdo not touchââ
matt waves off biancaâs concern with a dismissive flick of his wrist. ârelax, it's probably just some stupid warning label.â
he rolls his eyes as bianca shoots him a look. âcmon, bianca whatâs the worst that could happen?â
bianca scowls, crossing her arms over her chest. "i don't know, maybe we get turned into frogs or something?"
her words come out more sarcastic than genuinely worried, but there's a hint of unease beneath the surface.
with a careless shrug, matt pops open the bottle and brings it to his lips, not caring about the consequences. âcmon b donât be such a pussy."
bianca rolls her eyes. as she reaches for it, a strange sensation washes over herâa tingling warmth spreading from her fingertips up her arm. itâs just for a moment though, and it goes completely unnoticed as bianca takes a long chug of bottle like matt did.
âhappy now?â she asks, sarcastically handing matt the bottle.
before matt can even respond, a man suddenly appears out of nowhere. staring at the both of them curiously. âdid you drink that?â
bianca opens her mouth about to reply when matt speaks first. "nahh,â he says, lying smoothly. âjust lookin at em.â
the stranger narrows his eyes suspiciously at mattâs denial, clearly not buying it, but doesnât say anything else. he nods his head towards bianca, whoâs standing really close to matt because the guys are honestly freaking her the fuck out right now. âyou two are from that group, arenât you?âÂ
âumm . . . yeah.?â
the stranger nods his head. âinteresting,â he says. âyou two get along?â
matt snorts at the question, shaking his head. "hardly. this bitch here thinks she's queen of everything, always trying to tell me what to do."
bianca bristles at his harsh words, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. âshut up, matt!" she spits back, her voice venomous. âat least iâm not a complete asshole!"
the stranger watches them with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
the stranger clears his throat, drawing their attention back to him. âyou wish he could step into your shoes sometimes huh? to see what you have to deal with?â he asks bianca curiously.
âoh all the time!â she instantly replies.
the stranger smiles. he shoots matt one last glance before turning around. âi think i know where your group is if you want to follow me.â
matt and bianca are instantly hot on his heels.
itâs been two hours now since the group left the escape room. theyâre all at nate and biancaâs, chilling in their living rooms as the triplets are planning to spend the night.
bianca gets up from the couch, stretching her arms as an yawn escapes. âgonna head to bed,â she tells nate. her brother nodding her head and wishing her a good night. ânight,â she says, rolling her eyes as matt flips her off.
she heads to her room, instantly jumping into her bed and turning the lights off. more than ready to welcome sleep. today had been a longgg day.
bianca groans, still half asleep, as she moves around the bed. she moves her arms, and her arms hit the back of someone. she sits up in confusion, wondering what the fuck chris is doing in her room. suddenly needing something to drink, bianca quickly shuffles out the room.
she moves down the stairs, her body feeling suddenly really heavy. sheâs still half asleep until she stops in the hallway mirror and freezes as she sees matt staring back at her. âwhat the fuck?â she exclaims, and her eyes are wide as mattâs deep voice fills her ears. she moves her hand around in confusion, thinking itâs a nightmare or her mind is playing tricks on her, but matters follows her back in the mirror.
with wide eyes, bianca quickly moves up the stairs and dashes straight to her room, where she finds herself sleeping peacefully on her bed. only itâs not her, itâs matt.
matt starts to stir slightly as bianca moves around the room. âbianca?â matt says, rubbing his eyes slightly. heâs instantly confused as he realises heâs in biancaâs room. heâs even more confused when he removes his fingers and finds a fresh manicure set on his nails. âwhat the fuck?!â matt exclaims as he looks up and finds his own body staring at him.
matt blinks rapidly, struggling to comprehend the bizarre situation unfolding before him. his gaze darts between his own body standing there in shock and the unfamiliar female form he now inhabits.
âwhat the actual fuck?" he mutters under his breath, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears. âthis isn't possible..."
he swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing up gingerly as if testing whether this reality is indeed real. mattâs hands instinctively move to cover his chest, feeling the soft swell of breasts beneath the thin fabric of biancaâs tank top.
âdid . . . did you do this?" he demands accusingly, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at his former self. âis this some kind of sick joke?"
âyou think i did this?â bianca exclaims. âi didnât fucking do shit!â
âwell, it sure as fuck wasn't me!" matt retorts defensively, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he's now in a woman's body. "so how the fuck did this happen?"
bianca crosses her arms over her chest, her expression a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. "i donât know, okay? maybe it was those weird drinks at the escape room or that creepy guy who showed us the way back. but whatever it was, i didn't do it!"
âthis is insane bianca.â matt exclaims. âsome hocus pocus shit!â
bianca rolls her eyes dramatically. "spare me the dramatics," she says. "we need to focus on getting back to our own bodies and-â she pauses as she watches matt stand in front of the mirror, smirking as he moves biancaâs hands over her tits. well, technically mattâs hands since heâs in her body, but-
âwhat are you doing!â
matt chuckles lowly, his eyes never leaving his reflection in the mirror as he continues to explore his new feminine curves. âjust seeing what iâve got here," he says nonchalantly, giving one of biancaâs breasts a light squeeze through the thin material of her tank top. bianca glares at him, and matt chuckles.
âoh, come on, b, iâm a guy, of course iâm going to want to touch some tits,â he pauses as he turns around, smirking when he looks down at bianca-well himself. âholy shit, youâre hard!â he laughs.
biancaâs face flushes bright red as she stammers, unable to look away from the obvious bulge in her shorts. "shut up! itâs not like i wanted this to happen!" she protests weakly, crossing her arms over her chest again in a futile attempt to hide her embarrassment.
matt lets out a low whistle, his smirk growing wider as he takes in the sight of his own erection straining against biancaâs shorts. âadmit it, b. this is kinda hot, isn't it? being in each other's skin, touching ourselves..." his hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips grazing her cheek. âwe could have some fun with this..."
bianca swats his hand away, her cheeks burning with a mix of anger and arousal. "donât get any ideas, pervert!" she snaps, but her voice wavers slightly. she can't deny the thrill of exploring her own body through mattâs eyes, the forbidden excitement of being touched by another person - especially her sworn enemy.
mattâs grin widens at biancaâs reaction, sensing her inner turmoil. he steps closer, invading her personal space as he leans in to whisper in her ear. âcome on, b, donât pretend you're not curious. weâre stuck like this for god knows how long... might as well make the most of it."
âyou did say you wanted me to see what itâs like to be in your shoes. why donât you be in my shoes and be me?â
bianca smirks suddenly. âyou want me to act like you?â
matt nods eagerly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "you act like me," he says, trailing his manicured fingers down his own chest, which feels weird as shit but strangely excites matt and biancaâs body, "and iâll act like you.â
bianca raises an eyebrow skeptically. "fine, you're on." she steps back and folds her arms across her chest, mimicking mattâs typical stance.
matt stares at her in confusion, waiting for her to do something. when suddenly bianca pushes him against the wall. matt gasps, feeling the weight of his own body being strange but oddly arousing as bianca reaches down to choke matt with his own hands.Â
âwhat the fuck?â he manages to gasp out, despite the strangling pressure. but instead of fighting back, mattâs hips involuntarily buck forward, grinding against bianca's buldge. âfuck, b, that's...not bad actually."
bianca releases the chokehold and smirks down at matt, her chest heaving. "like that, huh?" she purrs.
matt nods, panting lightly as he looks up at bianca through hooded eyes. âyeah, keep going," he urges, biting his lip.
bianca smirks. âyou know matt...â she trails as she pushes a strand of his hair behind his ear. âyouâve been a really bad boy these last few months. always complaining, talking back to me, and shit, and you knew i couldnât do anything when i was in my body, but since iâm in your body, i can treat you like the slut you are, huh, baby?â
matt swallows thickly, his breath catching in his throat as bianca leans in close, her words dripping with seductive menace. âfuck," *he whispers, squirming under her intense gaze. âdo your worst, princess."
bianca grins wickedly before spinning matt around to face the mirror. she positions herself behind him, pressing her clothed body against his backside as her hands roam over his tits and stomach. "look at yourself, matty," she coos, her hot breath tickling his ear. "such a pretty little thing, aren't you?"
her fingers deftly unbutton his shorts and slip inside, running softly against her wet cunt "mmm, so wet already," she murmurs approvingly. "guess being in my body and getting treated like a whore turns you on doesnât it?â
matt whimpers, his hips bucking into biancaâs touch as her fingers tease along his soaked slit. "yes, fuck, just like that," he moans shamelessly, his eyes locked onto their reflection. the sight of biancaâs hand disappearing into his shorts, coupled with the delicious friction against his clit, sends jolts of pleasure coursing through his borrowed body.
"please, b, more," he begs, his voice high-pitched and needy. In this moment, he's completely surrendered to the sensations, to the taboo thrill of being used by his mortal enemy while trapped in her skin.
bianca chuckles darkly, revelling in mattâs desperation. she pulls her hand out of his shorts and brings her slick fingers to his lips. "open up, slut," she commands, smearing his juices across his mouth. "taste how much you want this."
matt obediently sucks her digits clean, keeping eye contact as he does so. bianca and walks to the bed, sitting down on it and patting her lap for matt to sit on.Â
matt saunters over to bianca, swaying his hips seductively as he settles himself on her lap, straddling her thighs. he grinds down against her, relishing the friction of their clothed sexes rubbing together.
ââs this what you want, princess?" he purrs, draping his arms around her neck. âfor me to be your little toy?" matt captures her lips in a filthy kiss, his tongue delving deep to taste himself on her mouth. he rocks his hips faster, chasing the building pleasure, desperate for more.
breaking the kiss with a gasp, matt rests his forehead against hers, panting heavily. âuse me," he breathes. âmake me yours." he says whining exactly how he imagines bianca does.
bianca flips their positions, pinning matt beneath her on the bed. she looms over him, drinking in the debauched sight of his flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. "gonna ruin you, baby," she promises darkly, hooking her fingers in his waistband and tugging his shorts down his legs. her gaze rakes hungrily over his exposed flesh, lingering on the glistening pink folds of his bare cunt.
matt gasps as bianca tears off his shorts, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. he writhes beneath her domineering presence, craving more of her rough touches. his pussy throbs with need, visibly swollen and aching to be filled.
âyouâve wanted this forever,â matt challenges with a sultry smirk. âto have me completely at your mercy.ââhe reaches up to grasp biancaâs face, pulling her in for another searing kiss, his hips rolling upwards to grind against her.
âtake what you want,â
bianca smirks, as she reaches into her bedside table to grab a vibrator matt watches as she sticks it in his pussy, jolting slightly as it turns on. matt instantly moans. no wonder girls like this shit.Â
matt lets out a guttural moan as the buzzing sensation washes over him, his back arching off the bed. his eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut in ecstasy. he begins to ride the vibrator with wild abandon, his hips jerking erratically to meet each thrust.
âohh fuckâ he cries out, sounding eerily like bianca.
matt's entire demeanor shifts, adopting biancaâs sassy tone and confident air. he spreads his legs further apart, as if eager to show off the pleasure he's experiencing. jis hands move to grip the sheets, knuckles white with tension.
âfuck, iâm gonna cum," he warns, voice breathless and husky. âdonât stop, please..."
bianca keeps the vibrator going strong, watching intently as mattâs orgasm builds. she leans down, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss as he starts to shake and twitch beneath her. when he finally comes undone, bianca drinks in every moan and whimper, feeling the ripples of his climax against the vibrator.
bianca keeps the vibrator on and mattâs eyes widen. she pulls down mattâs boxers. âyou gonna be a good girl and suck my cock?â
now bianca was joking. when matt said that she should act like her she took it as a joke, but surprise etches onto a face and a smirk forms when matt whines bucking his (her) hips in the air as he says âyes daddy.â
now bianca was joking. when matt said that she should act like her, she took it as a joke, but surprise etches onto a face, and a smirk forms when matt whines, bucking his (her) hips in the air as he says, âyes, daddy.â
biancaâs cock starts to sit even more uncomfortably, mattâs words making her harder. turns out a girl lying there spreading her legs open turns a guy like matt on a lot.
bianca grabs mattâs chin firmly, forcing him to look up at her as she strokes her hardening cock. "open wide, bitch," she growls, her voice dripping with dominance.
matt parts his lips obediently, submitting to biancaâs demands. she presses the tip of her dick against his mouth, teasing him with the salty flavor of pre-cum. "take it all," bianca commands, pushing forward until her cock fills mattâs mouth completely.
matt starts bobbing his head, sucking lewdly on biancaâs cock. he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue around the sensitive head, coaxing out more precum to swallow. the vibrator continues to buzz insistently between mattâs legs, prolonging his aftershocks and keeping him intensely aroused.
matt takes biancaâs cock greedily, swallowing around the thick girth stretching his jaw. he hums in approval, sending delicious vibrations along biancaâs length. matt looks up through his lashes, gazing adoringly at bianca as he worships her dick with his mouth.
the combination of sensations - the vibrator still buried in his cunt, the weight of biancaâs cock heavy on his tongue - is overwhelming. tears prick at the corners of mattâs eyes from the effort of deep-throating bianca, but he doesn't relent. he wants to please her completely, to feel her release coating his throat.
matt grips biancaâs thighs for support as he picks up the pace, sucking hard and fast. his pussy leaks into the sheets âfuck daddyâ
bianca smirks, her cock pulsing in mattâs mouth as he calls her 'daddy'. she grips his hair tighter, guiding his head up and down her cock. "thatâs right, baby," she purrs. "such a good little slut for daddy."
the degrading words only seem to spur matt on further. he sucks harder, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around biancaâs sensitive cock. lewd slurping noises fill the room as spit dribbles down his chin.
biancaâs balls tighten, signaling her release. she holds mattâs head steady, fucking his face with quick, shallow thrusts. "you gonna swallow every drop like a good girl?â
matt whimpers around biancaâs cock, nodding frantically in response. he can taste the impending orgasm, the tang of salt mingling with the musk of arousal. as biancaâs thrusts become erratic, matt opens wide, letting her flood his mouth with her cum
he swallows convulsively, gulping down every thick rope of cum. some escapes past his lips, trickling down his chin to join the mess on the sheets below. mattâs own pussy clenches around the vibrator, milking it for all it's worth as he savors the taste of biancaâs release.
bianca pulls out of mattâs mouth with a wet pop, smirking down at the debauched sight before her. mattâs lips are swollen and slick with saliva and cum, his hair mussed from biancaâs rough handling. she traces a finger along his jawline, gathering some of the stray drops and bringing them to his lips.
âclean yourself up, slut," bianca commands, pressing her finger into mattâs mouth. he obeys without hesitation, lapping at her digit with his skilled tongue until it's spotless.
satisfied, bianca withdraws her hand and stands up, admiring how matt looks spread out on the bed - flushed and needy, his pussy glistening with arousal. she trails a hand down his chest, tweaking a nipple roughly before continuing lower.
âyou wanna come again?" she teases. sheâs half surprised that sheâs managing to play the role of matt so well. and also even more surprised that heâs even letting her itâs almost too suspicious if sheâs being honest.
matt whines softly, his body craving more stimulation. he nods eagerly, his gaze locked onto biancaâs hand as it inches closer to his soaked folds.
âyes, please... daddy..." he whispers, the word slipping out unbidden once more. matt bites his lip, blushing furiously at his own submission. but the desire coursing through him overrides any embarrassment.
biancaâs fingers brush against his sensitive clit, making matt gasps and buck his hips. heâs painfully aware of the vibrator still buried inside him, the constant thrumming driving him wild with need.
âi want... i need..." matt trails off, unable to articulate exactly what he craves. all he knows is that he's never felt so desperate, so consumed by lust.
bianca chuckles darkly, amused by mattâs desperation. she circles his clit with a finger, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm. "tell me what you need, baby," she coaxes, leaning down to whisper hotly in his ear. "iâll give it to you."
matt whimpers, his body trembling under her touch. "please... use your fingers... fuck me with them..." he begs, his voice barely above a whisper. "make me come, daddy..."
bianca smirks, pleased by mattâs complete surrender. she slides two fingers into his soaked pussy, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside him. matt cries out, his back arching off the bed as pleasure crashes over him.
âthatâs it, take it," bianca purrs, pumping her fingers in and out of mattâs clenching heat.
matt's mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of biancaâs fingers violating his most intimate space. heâs never felt so full, so stretched, and yet it's precisely what he needs.
âfuck, yes!" he chants, his hips rocking to meet biancaâs thrusts. the vibrator continues to buzz away, adding another layer of stimulation that threatens to push him over the edge.
âdaddy, âm... iâm gonna..." mattâs words trail off into incoherent moans as biancaâs fingers find that magic spot inside him again and again. his walls flutter and clench, trying to milk her digits for all they're worth.
with a keening wail, mattâs orgasm hits him like a freight train. his vision whites out, his body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy rips through him.
bianca smirks seeing matt whimper as she removes the vibrator. she takes a minute to admire how fucked out matt looks already without actually being fucked, and then without warning, she flips matt over, leaving him on his stomach and pointing his ass up in the air as she quickly lines up behind him.Â
matt gasps as he feels biancaâs hard cock pressing against his entrance, stretching him open. he clutches at the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white as he tries to adjust to the sudden intrusion.
âfuckk... so big..." he groans, feeling impossibly full. matt rocks his hips back tentatively, relishing the burn of the stretch.
the new position allows bianca to fuck him even deeper, hitting places inside him that matt didn't know could feel so good. he lets out a strangled moan, his face buried in the pillow to muffle the sound.
âmore ... please, daddy... fuck me harder..." matt pleads shamelessly, completely lost to the pleasure consuming him. he clenches around biancaâs cock, urging her to move faster, deeper, anything to satisfy the aching need building within him once more.
mattâs moans start to grow louder. âshut the fuck up!â bianca hisses, spanking mattâs ass. âyou donât want nate to hear us, do you? donât want your brothers to walk in and see you getting fucked like a slut? you gotta be quiet, matt.â
matt yelps at the sharp slap, his cheeks burning with a mix of pain and arousal. he immediately clamps his mouth shut, biting back a scream as bianca continues to pound into him relentlessly.
panting heavily, matt nods frantically, his mind racing with the taboo scenario bianca just painted. the thought of getting caught by nate or chris while being used so thoroughly sends a thrill straight to his core.
he struggles to contain himself, to stifle the noises bubbling up from deep within his throat. itâs a losing battle, however, as biancaâs merciless pace pushes him closer and closer to the brink once more.
âp-please... can't... hold it..." matt manages to choke out between gritted teeth, his entire body tensing as another climax approaches.
"that's right, you're gonna cum on my dick like a good little whore," bianca snarls, grabbing a fistful of matt's hair and yanking his head back. "and you're gonna do it quietly, got it?"
matt whimpers, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the pain in his scalp. but he nods vigorously, desperate to please.
tears stream down mattâs face as bianca holds him in place, her brutal grip on his hair sending jolts of pain through his skull. but even through the discomfort, he can feel the familiar tightening in his gut, the telltale signs that he's teetering on the edge once more.
"yes, daddy... please... iâll be good, i promise..." matt whimpers, his voice choked with emotion. he squeezes his eyes shut, focusing every ounce of willpower on containing his screams as the pressure builds to a crescendo.
with a low, broken moan, mattâs orgasm rips through him, his inner walls clamping down around biancaâs pistoning cock. his whole body shakes with the force of it, every muscle locked rigid as pleasure floods his senses.
bianca shoots her cun right into him, and matt moans as she starts to fuck it into him. bianca pulls out, and before she can even register whatâs happening, matt pushes her so heâs on top.
âmy turn,â he smirks, reaching into the drawer to pull out some handcuffs and intensely moving to cuff them to bianca and her bed.
biancaâs eyes are wide. how the fuck did he even know they were there?Â
a triumphant grin spreads across mattâs face as he secures biancaâs wrists above her head, the metal cuffs cold against her skin. he steps back to admire their positions, a sense of dominance washing over him now that the tables have turned.
âwhat?â he asks, smirking as bianca gapes at him. âwe said that youâd act like me and iâd act like you, and well, itâs my time to act like you, baby.â
bianca glares at matt, trying to look unimpressed despite her heart pounding in her chest. "oh really? and what exactly does that mean?" she sneers, trying to sound unaffected despite the way her cock is starting to harden.
she squirms slightly in the restraints, testing them. they hold firm. damn it.
matt chuckles darkly, enjoying the sight of bianca struggling futilely against her bonds. he saunters closer, running a finger along her jawline with a possessive touch.
"it means," he purrs, leaning in to whisper hotly in her ear, "youâre going to be a good boy for mommy hm?â
"fuck off, matt." bianca spits, trying to keep her voice steady despite the heat spreading through her body at his words and touch. she tries to jerk her hands free again but the cuffs dig into her wrists painfully, making her wince.
despite herself, a small part of her is curious where he's going with this. what game is he playing now?
matt ignores biancaâs heated retort, instead dropping to his knees beside the bed. he gazes up at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes, trailing a hand down her chest to fondle her growing erection.
âi think we both know you want to be a good boy for me," he coos, giving her cock a squeeze.
with a wicked smile, matt leans in to lick a stripe up the underside of biancaâs cock, making her shudder. he teases her slit with the tip of his tongue, savoring her unique taste before taking her into his mouth.
bianca gasps sharply as mattâs warm, wet mouth envelops her sensitive flesh. despite her best efforts to remain stoic, she can't help but arch into the sensation, a needy whimper escaping her lips.
âmhmm... f-fuck..." she grinds out through clenched teeth, her hips twitching involuntarily as matt begins to bob his head.
matt keeps sucking on biancaâs cock, his tongue swirling around the head. he reaches up and starts to play with her balls, squeezing them gently. he pops off her cock with a loud pop and looks up at her.
matt stands up and moves to straddle biancaâs waist, grinding his own erection against hers. he leans down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim her mouth thoroughly.
he reaches behind himself to grab biancaâs dripping cock, angling it towards his entrance. slowly, teasingly, he sinks down onto her length, throwing his head back with a guttural groan.
matt feels bianca's hard cock slide into him, filling him completely. the feeling is overwhelming and intense, unlike anything he's ever experienced before. his vision blurs as pleasure courses through him, causing his back to arch instinctively.
his hips begin to move in slow, agonizing circles as he adjusts to the size of her cock. every movement sends jolts of pleasure radiating throughout his body, making him gasp and moan uncontrollably.
bianca grips the cuffs tightly as she watches matt ride her cock, his movements graceful yet desperate. she can see the strain on his face, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps, and it only serves to fuel her arousal further.
âfuck matt.â bianca groans. âuntie me please.â
matt slows his hips, gazing down at bianca with a smug, knowing smirk as he hears her pleas. he leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over her ear as he whispers, ânot until you beg properly, baby."
with that, he resumes his sensual pace, riding biancaâs cock with renewed vigor. each deliberate thrust makes him cry out in ecstasy, his inner walls clenching rhythmically around her length.
bianca grits her teeth, refusing to give in to matt's demands despite the pleasure coursing through her body. she won't let him win this game between them.
"please..." she finally relents, hating how desperate she sounds. âi need to touch you,"
her hips buck upwards involuntarily, seeking more friction, more contact. the metal cuffs rattle against the headboard with each frantic movement.
at biancaâs plea, a triumphant grin spreads across mattâs face. he continues to roll his hips sensually, relishing the feeling of her hard cock inside him. "thereâs a good boy," he purrs approvingly.
with a flourish, he reaches up and uncuffs biancaâs wrists, tossing the restraints aside carelessly. he leans down, pressing his chest flush against hers as he captures her lips in another heated kiss. âtouch me then," he challenges breathlessly against her mouth. âshow me how much you need it."
without breaking the kiss, bianca runs her hands feverishly over mattâs body, caressing every inch of exposed skin she can reach.
bianca's fingers dance over matt's shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscles before slipping lower to grip his ass cheeks. she squeezes them firmly, pulling him harder against her as their tongues continue to duel.
breaking the kiss momentarily, she nips at his bottom lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. âlike this?" she asks huskily, rocking her hips to meet his. âthis what you wanted, matt?"
matt whimpers and groans at the intense pleasure of biancaâs touches, his hips stuttering in response to her assertive rocking motion.
âyes, just like that..." he breathes heavily, his eyes rolling back in bliss. âoh fuck yes, right there!"
âyouâre so tight, baby," bianca moans. âyou gonna let me fill you up hm?â
matt nods frantically, his gaze locked with Bianca's as he pants out, "y-yes, please...i want to feel you come inside me."
his words are punctuated by sharp gasps and whines of delight as biancaâs cock pulses and throbs within him, the sensation bordering on overwhelming.
bianca's grip on matt's ass tightens as she starts to thrust up into him with short, urgent strokes. her breathing grows ragged, each pump of her hips bringing her closer to the edge.
"fuck, matt...gonna cum soon..." she warns, her voice strained with effort. âyou ready for it, slut?"
matt throws his head back too, wrapped up in all this pleasure to reply, and whimpers leave his mouth as suddenly he cums. matt moans loudly as bianca shoots her cum into him.Â
biancaâs orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her vision blurring white as she cries out in ecstasy. she buries her face in the crook of mattâs neck, muffling her screams as her cock spasms wildly inside him, pumping load after load of hot cum deep into him.
matt gasps at the feeling, letting out a moan at how good it feels. they take a second to catch their breaths before matt suddenly pulls himself off of bianca. he avoids her eyes and quickly scrambles to grab her pyjamas. "that was alright; can tell why girls go crazy for my cock now."
 bianca raises her eyebrows and scoffs. "donât try and play it off like you weren't a needy bitch, matt. you called me daddy."
"so?" matt sasses. he tosses bianca his t-shirt and then climbs back into bed. not saying a single word to her, he snuggles up to her chest. sheâs surprised, but matt looks really worn out right now.
 âdo you not want to get cleaned up?" she asks softly, moving a piece of hair out of his eye. which again is insane; she still can't believe she's in his body and he's in her, and they just fucked!
"nah," matt shakes his head, his voice coming out in a sleepy tone. "âm too tired; let's just sleep."Â
bianca nods her head, watching in amusement as matt buries himself into her neck. "alright, but we're figuring this shit out tomorrow."Â
matt nods his head, humming in agreement. "after i masturbate with your vibrator, though, that shit is whack."
bianca rolls her eyes and pulls the covers over them.
・°âŠ
okayyyyy i know this is two days later than i promised but listen halloweekend was long and eventful
was this too much or bad i canât tell if i like it
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tired already?... kuroo x bottom male reader
!!.. amab reader, semi-public sex, kuroo loves to tease, bokuto almost caught the both of them lol, biting and marking, creampie, both characters are 18...
a moan resonated through the empty bathroom. the setting sun outside peeked its way into the many stalls yet the fluorescent lights overpowered it.
" k-kuroo.. finish already! w-what if someone comes in... plus i don't think i can hold myself up anymore! " you whined, trying your hardest to hold yourself up using the stall's door.
meanwhile, kuroo only got more excited at the thought of someone coming in. them being able to hear your slutty moans. how loud you were begging just for some sweet release. maybe kuroo would let them take a peek too.
" hah, bet you would love that right? " kuroo grinned and trusted into you harshly, making you choke a bit on your own spit.
how did you even get here?
" bokuto! " you yelled out at your best friend, him already running and making his way towards you.
kuroo noticed this however it was too late.
before he could even react, you already set the ball towards bokuto who was already mid-jumping. the ball spun in the air, everyone's eyes towards it.
bokuto raised his left hand and winded back his right, preparing to hit said ball. kuroo tried jumping to stop the ball but it was too late.
the moment he began jumping, the ball hit the floor with a loud thud. the sound echoing throughout the audienceless court.
a moment of silence passed by with everyone processing the victory which now belonged to the fukurodani's players.
screams of happiness broke the silence, shaking the empty court. " yeah! let's go! " you screamed out, hugging your sweaty best friends bokuto and akaashi.
the three of you hopped around in happiness after winning the game, your teammates also happily cheering around you.
the nekoma players all congratulated you upon winning the practice match, both players shaking each others hands.
a whistle interrupted you, " yn, nice save earlier! " kuroo, your close friend approached you and sat down next to you.
" oh hey kuroo! thanks heh, you were pretty awesome earlier too! " you compliment him back, sipping the last drop of water in your bottle.
he hums in acknowledgment, appearing tired from the match. " oho what's this? is the great nekoma captain tired already? " your teasing voice earned you a slight jab from him.
" ugh im not tired yet! c'mon, let's go grab some drinks at the vending machine. " kuroo got up first, leaving you to follow him on your own which you did.
your mind wandered off as you trailed behind him, thinking of what to drink to get at the vending machine. what you didn't expect though was you being pulled to the bathroom by kuroo and getting your back blown by him.
" tired already? weren't you the one who was teasing me about being tired earlier. " kuroo laughed at your face as he held you up with both hands, slamming you up and down his cock.
" now look who can't even keep himself up. "
you could only moan while grabbing onto his shoulder, your own cock already leaking and smeared with cum. " i'm close, keep going kuroo..! " you managed to moan out, clenching him harder and harder.
kuroo's cheshire smile stretched itself on his lips, clearly enjoying how dumb you were from his cock alone.
you were so so close to cuming till..
" yn? kuroo? are you here? " bokuto's cheerful voice suddenly echoed in the bathroom, causing you and kuroo to stop your movement entirely.
bokuto looked around the bathroom, shrugging when he found neither you nor kuroo. he decided why not take a quick bathroom break while he was here, completely unaware of what was going on in two stalls next to him.
he sat himself at the first stall, one stall away from him having a front-row seat to hearing you get your ass pounded.
you looked up at kuroo in fear, afraid that even a tiny squeak could make bokuto a bit too curious and start to investigate the sound.
however, kuroo on the other hand looked down at you with a sinister look in his eyes, it being pretty obvious about what he was about to do.
you shook your head at him while covering your mouth to which he turned a blind eye.
he slid you up and slammed you down on his cock harshly, the sound itself making bokuto look around, but the sound that escaped from your mouth was what made him realize what was going on.
a high-pitched moan escaped from your mouth, the sound being an obvious giveaway of what was going on in one of the stalls.
your eyes rolled up to the back of your head at the sudden sensation of being full.
your release immediately came out of your cock. the cum that was seeping out of your ass hole and dripping down onto kuroo's thigh was also just making the situation more messy.
but kuroo wasn't done yet.
he picked up the pace and began thrusting into you, the feeling of your tight walls making him go overdrive.
tears rolled down your face as you tried your best to keep quiet, afraid that your own best friend might hear you getting dicked down.
you buried your face into the crevices of kuroo's neck, bitting and sucking on his neck in an attempt to hush yourself. kuroo on the other hand enjoyed the feeling of your teeth against his skin, leaving mark after mark on him.
bokuto quickly finished his business and rushed out of the bathroom, leaving the both of you alone again.
" mhm.. hahah, you loved almost getting caught by your own best friend, didn't you? " kuroo teased, his relentless thrusting still not finished.
you shook your head while burying deeper into his neck, your tears and saliva soaking kuroo's jersey.
he laughed at you, muttering about how cute you were.
after some hellish rounds, he was finished with his tormenting of you. the both of you walked out of the bathroom with your tracksuit jacket covering the marks all over each other's bodies.
you went back to the almost empty court, trying your hardest not to limp.
" hey hey hey, yn! where were you earlier? " you looked around like a deer caught in headlights upon seeing your two best friends behind you.
" oh uh.. hey! i was just at the store nearby.. " you lied through your teeth, praying that bokuto would buy it.
thankfully he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
he nodded in understanding and began gossiping to you about how he heard some couple getting it on in the bathroom and how awkward it was since he needed to take a shit earlier.
you nodded along, acting as if that couple wasn't you and kuroo.
however, akaashi didn't seem convinced about your lie.
" yn, were you with kuroo earlier? " akaashi suddenly questioned you. your sweat dropped as you tried your hardest to not make any eye contact with either of them.
" huh oh uh yeah.. w-we were just yknow.. eating at the store together. " your voice gradually got quieter the more you talked.
akaashi hummed, as if already knowing what was going on but decided to not pry any further. meanwhile bokuto looked between you and akaashi, trying to figure out why you were so red at the simple question.
" well whatever, im tired and sweaty! let's go home now! " you thanked the world for how dense bokuto was.
you grabbed your stuff and followed behind the two men, already planning to beat the shit out of kuroo for next week's practice.
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Without warning youâre suddenly shoved to the ground, a heavy weight coming down on your back to keep you there. You yelp in surprise as you feel a body land on top of yours, pushing you into the dirt and sending a sharp pain through your ribs as they bend beneath the force of two people.Â
Your attempt to yell out is swiftly cut short when a gloved hand tangles itself in your hair, gripping it tightly as it muffles your cries with the soft dirt on the forest floor. You can feel the small rocks hidden in the soil leaving scrapes on your cheeks as you thrash.
The strangerâs second hand comes down on your back, grabbing at your waist to pull your ass into the air as he hastily, almost clumsily pulls up the bottom of your shirt. He fumbles with the waistband of your shorts, fingers slipping over your button as the fabric of his glove fights with him. He lets up on your hair for one second just so he can use both hands, violently yanking at the fasten of your jeans until it surrenders to his efforts with a harsh ripping sound. He pulls your zipper down so fast it nearly breaks, and even quicker still heâs jerking your shorts down your hips and then your thighs. Youâre only allowed to lift your head long enough to cough and spit, wincing at the feeling of dirt in your teeth. You manage to turn and look back at your attacker for only a split second before your face is back against the ground. You whimper against the earth as the sight of the hooded man flashes before your eyes.Â
You swear that you can hear him chuckle under his breath at the squeal that crawls up your throat as you feel him pulling eagerly at your panties. You thrash against him as much as you can, but despite your best efforts the pressure on your head and back keeps you disoriented. Itâs clear what he wants, though; he lets up just a bit when you sit still. Youâre tiring yourself out fast, and you both know it.
You shiver when your panties are pulled down to your knees, resting against the ground and exposing your delicate cunt to the eyes of this aggressive pervert. He smiles under his mask, an expression of absolute debauchery hidden behind black fabric and a sewn on red frown thatâll be burned into your memory forever.Â
The strangled noise you let out when you feel him rut against your waiting pussy through his jeans is mortifying. The denim and its metal button are harsh against your sensitive flesh as the stranger practically humps you like a wild dog, hard on twitching in his pants. You can hear him huffing through his mask, breathing heavily through the gaps in his gritted teeth. Heâs desperate, nearly rabid with need for a reason thatâs beyond you.Â
You freeze when you hear him fumble with his zipper, gloved knuckles brushing your back as he struggles with only thing keeping him restrained. A heavy gasp makes your body shake when you suddenly feel the already leaking tip of his cock brush against your thigh.Â
âW-Wait, donâtâ!â You stammer, thrashing even harder in his grip with the last of your energy. He shushes you harshly, fingers tightening harshly in your hair as a warning.Â
âDonât be so loud,â He whispers, âYouâre fine. I ainât gonna hurt ya unless you make meâŚâÂ
You squeak in surprise when his cock slides between your trembling thighs. You instinctively squeeze your legs together, only to cringe when he moans in response. He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as he repositions himself over you, finally releasing your hair only to pin your hands down, wrapping your body in his to keep you still as he starts to thrust. The noises that are pulled from your throat every time he pushes forward are viscerally humiliating, especially the way your voice cracks when his shaft just barely brushes your clit, not once threatening to break through your entrance but taking horrid delight in using it for his own pleasure. Heâs shameless in the noise he makes, huffing and groaning in your ear and cursing under his breath every time he moves.Â
He barely keeps a steady pace, his desperation becoming apparent with each thrust. You can feel his cock twitch against your thighs as it slides between them, able to feel every vein that runs up the side, all of them pumping hard and fast with adrenaline and primal need. You shudder to think what it wouldâve felt like had he decided to use your hole instead.
âH-HaahâŚyouâreâŚg-getting wet,â He growls in your ear, as though itâs an insult. It may as well be. You whine and turn away from him, biting your lip and ignoring the fact that you can feel yourself soaking his cock and it slides against your cunt.Â
You can feel him starting to tremble, and you know in an instant he wonât last much longer. You suck in a breath, silently hoping whatever he chooses to do wonât leave a mess on your back or thighs. You wonât be able to deal with it until youâve made the trek all the way back down the trail.Â
âGonnaâŚg-gonna cumââ He whispers through gritted teeth. His hands squeeze around yours, grip getting tighter and tighter, almost to a painful degree as he chases his release with reckless abandon. Heâs staring to lose whatever little bit of restraint he has left, and fast.Â
All at once his resolve collapses, guttural noises of pleasure falling from his lips as his hips slam erratically against you. He barely manages to choke out one last word of warning before suddenly he stops, cock head barely nestled between your thighs as his entire body tenses and shakes with the force of an orgasm that nearly makes him cry out. He barely manages to strangle the sound before it leaves his throat, cock twitching as it releases hard and fast. You cringe in anticipation of feeling the sticky warmth trail down your thighs, but the sensation never comes. After a few moments you sigh, relieved to have been granted this one small mercy.Â
Youâre too dazed and dizzy to move when he finally gets up off of you. You stay on the ground despite your humiliating position, and despite the wicked chuckle your attacker allows to slip.Â
His boots crunch on the ground, and for a moment you think heâs just going to walk away, leave you here to take care of yourself. Then you feel your panties being slid back up your thighs. You can only be confused for a moment before youâre struck with the uncomfortable feeling of your warm, soaking panties squeezing around the mound of your cunt. The substance is thick and unbearably sticky, not to mention far too much for it to have come from you, especially without an orgasm.Â
You flinch and squeal as he fastens your shorts back in place around your waist, tightly keeping your panties in place and making sure you canât escape the feeling of his cum soaking your pussy and threatening to stain your jeans.Â
He stands back up, buttoning his jeans and adjusting his pants a bit before shoving his hands back in the pocket of his faded yellow hoodie. Heâs silent for a moment, admiring his work with a hidden smirk spread across his face.Â
âBetter get walkinâ, sweetheart,â He teases, toe of his boot nudging your pussy through your shorts, âItâs a loooong way home.â
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Emerald Gem|| Chapter 1
Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|
Paring: OT7! x Fem!Reader
Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.
Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn
unedited*
At dawn, the roosters began to crow. They were your personal alarm clock. By the afternoon, you would have the Vegetables plowed and all the pigs fed. Emerald garden, full of color, would be watered. After all the chores were done, you could spend time on your hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking.
You truly kept yourself busy. But it became boring at times, lonely.
Emerald manor, your beloved home, was built for a family. With a large living room, a generous dining room, and too many bedrooms, it could be overwhelming for you. You liked to think about how you could fill this space, getting married, having a family. But you quickly realized that those things donât come easy. Tired of the loneliness, you thought about adopting a pet. Maybe a dog to help with the farm?
And one day while you're cleaning the chicken coop you spot a fox about to pounce on one of the chickens.
âHey!â you exclaim. âGet out of here!â
The fox stopped in its tracks and peered over at you, giving an intimidating glare. Then you realized, that wasnât a fox.
Itâs a person.
âWait!â you attempted to come closer, but with each step forward, the fox went two steps backward. âIâm not going to hurt you. I promise.â
The fox seemed dubious, cautiously stepping towards you. âF-food, please.â His voice was raspy, sore.
You immediately ran to get some food, coming back to the coop with some leftovers. Maybe this will suffice, you thought. You sat him down on the grass patch next to the chicken's den. You watched him devour the meal, as if he hadnât eaten anything in weeks. Based on his appearance, he probably hadnât. His fur coat was dirty and torn. You could see his ribs and his belly rumbled with each bite. âSorry, missâ, he whispered.
You shook your head. âDonât apologize. You did nothing wrong. Iâm Y/n. May I ask your name?â
You could tell he was nervous. Something about your presence made him anxious and fearful. Is he like this with everyone?
âH-Hoseokâ, the fox uttered. âBut I canât stay long. My pack is waiting for me.â With a slight struggle, he stumbles back on his two feet. You grab him before he takes off.
âPlease waitâ, you politely asked. âLet me give you some food to take back to them. Donât leave yet.â
He paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering over his next steps. âOkayâ, he spoke softly. âBut donât be long. They may worry.â
With that, you hurry back into your home, running to the fridge to see what you can scrap up. Hopefully I have enough for all of them, you thought. Maybe you can give them a couple of chickens from the coop.
While carrying plastic wrap covered plates to your garden, you hear a scream coming from the coop. That must be Hoseok. Without haste, you ran to the chicken coops, the food left for the birds. Hovering over Hoseok was what looked like a wolfâ well half wolf.
âBack away from him!â You yelled at the top of your lungs, trying to scare off the scary hybrid. He ignored you completely. Suddenly, you gain the courage to step up to it, pushing it off of the fox.
âAre you okay?â You helped him back on his feet, feeling the trembles in his hands. âDid he hurt you?â
âN-no, he would never hurt meâ, He stuttered. âYou donât understand.â You looked at him confusingly, then looked at the wolf. He was fuming with anger.
âY/n, this is my packmate, Joon.â
***
Youâre not sure how feeding one hybrid led to having seven hybrids on your couch, but you have no one to blame but yourself.
âYou want us to do what?!â
âLive here?â It was really just a random thought that popped in your head. You didnât give it any thought. And seeing them dirty and hungry on your couch just made you blurt it out. Hoseok seemed thrilled but his Pack alpha, Joon, wasn't too excited.
âYou must be out of your mindâ, he laughed. âWhat do you think we are, pets?â
âNo, not at all!â You shook your head. Something in the back of your mind tells you that theyâve been burned before, that theyâve been mistreated. You feel sort of sympathetic. Could they not trust anyone? âYou guys donât even have to stay here long. I just want to treat your wounds and offer some food.â
He still seemed doubtful. âYeah? And whatâs in it for you?â
That's the question he's been dying to ask. What about you? You thought about it for a moment. Wouldnât any human being want to help out someone in need? The answer to that is no. However, maybe they need some good in their lives.
And you could use the company.
âWell, I kind of live here by myselfâ, You explain. âMy parents moved to the city so I donât see them often, and I donât have any other family or friends. If Iâm being honest, I really just need someone to converse with. And maybe a little help around the house.â
One of the packmates raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. âWe left the other home we were in. They may still be looking for us. We donât want to put you in any danger.â
âWe can figure all that out laterâ, you promise him. âRight now, you guys just need to wash up and get a proper rest.â
Hoseok turned to Joon, waiting for his response. âPlease, Joon. Weâll be good, I promise.â
He glared at you for a second, trying to sense if this was another trap. Maybe sheâs genuine, he thought. âOkay, but we wonât stay for long.â You could hear sighs of relief. Even you let out a puff of air, not realizing you were holding your breath.
âThank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. I know thatâs not easy.â You gave them a tour of Emerald farm, showing them their sleeping quarters and where they can wash up. When evening came around, you prepared a feast. Your hybrid guests gobbled down all they couldâ except Joon. He didnât eat, probably from fear of being poisoned. Hopefully, one day heâll trust me, you thought. But for now, all you can do is show them tender care and affection until they believe it.
When it becomes time for everyone to sleep in their rooms, you're left alone in the living room with our thoughts. Maybe some television will clear your mind. You never really use it. Living on a farm left you with plenty of other things to do, but why not? Turning on the television, you flip through the channels until one catches your attention.
Breaking news! Seven dangerous hybrids escaping from a research facility
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Frankenstein Lookinâ Ass Abomination Thing
Summary: Reader and Jason were just taking a light walk after patrol and come across something horrifying. Jason is terrified.
The streets of Gotham were cloaked in darkness as you and Jason navigated an unfamiliar alleyway, the air thick with tension. The distant sounds of the city faded into an eerie silence, heightening your senses.
Suddenly, you spotted something grotesque out of the corner of your eye.
âWhat the fuck is that?!â you yelled, your heart racing.
Jason turned to you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
You pointed into the shadows, panic gripping you. âThat Frankenstein looking ass abomination thing! How do you not see it?!â
Jason squinted, trying to focus. âWherâOh my god! What the hell is that?!â His voice shifted from confusion to alarm as he finally saw the creature lurching toward you, its mismatched limbs twisting in an unnatural way.
âThatâs what Iâve been tryna tell you, dawg!â you shot back, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
âDawg? Iâm your boyfriend. The fuck you mean âdawgâ!â he exclaimed, incredulous, despite the danger looming ahead.
âNow is not the time for this, dammit!â you snapped, heart pounding as the creature drew closer.
âKill it!!!â Jason shouted, his instincts kicking in.
âYouâre the one with the gun! You kill it!â you replied, frustration mingling with fear.
Without hesitation, Jason threw the gun to you, a wild look in his eyes. âWell, now youâre the one with the gun! You kill it!â
You fumbled for a moment, catching the weapon just in time. âSeriously?!â
The creatureâs grotesque form advanced menacingly. With your heart racing, you took a deep breath, aiming the gun with shaky hands. âOkay, okay⌠just stay behind me!â
Jason moved into position beside you, his presence grounding you. âYouâve got this. Just focus.â
With a steadying breath, you pulled the trigger, the loud bang echoing through the alley. The creature staggered back, and you glanced at Jason, who wore a proud, albeit worried, grin.
âThe hell are you grinning for! Since when were you a pussy?!â You turn to him, all furious and maybe a little terrified. Since when did the Red Hood hide behind you for anything?
âSince alien looking things started jump scaring me!â He cries, looking absolutely ready to throw up from the thing you just shot.
âBullshit! Youâre Red Fucking Hood! You deal with this kinda shit on a monthly basis!â You argue, feeling exasperated. This stuff shouldnât even phase him, but here we are.
âIâm tired, okay?! And I really donât wanna get night terrors from stuff like that! My brain does it for me already!â Poor baby.
âLetâs just get out of here,â you sigh, disbelief and exhaustion at the ridiculousness of the situation flooding your voice as you lowered the gun.
You took a hold of his arm and bolted in the opposite direction of the weird alien thing. Its corpse is still thereâŚ.. Youâll just call Nightwing for a cleanupâŚ. You just hope he doesnât faint on the spot once he sees the nightmare inducing creature dead in an alleyway. And its blood was green. Ew.
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brat in pink II
ââââââ toji fushiguro
⤡ momâs bf!toji who catches you masturbating on facetime and decides to show you (both) whoâs your real daddy.
tw: age gap (20s ; 40s) , toji is dating your mom (step cest??), slight masturbation, corruption kink, daddy kink, starts as hcs, oral sex (m. receiving), voyeurism (gojo on ft), ass fingering (lol), spanking, toji being mean and a perv, slight biting, breeding kink, squirting, reader goes dumb (hihi) MDNI (also wrote this at work so not proof read)
part I - part II
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bf!toji who enjoys his time with you and your mother. heâs getting the best of both worlds, corrupting you to the fullest so youâd only beg him to fuck you. and you did.
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bf!toji who suddenly stops making advances to you, growing a liking to your mother. part of him still wanted to fuck your little cunt but your mother was taking all of his time and he wasnât complaining. as evil and mean as he could get, he would make you hear your mother cry out his name as he fucked her in the next door bedroom.
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bfâtoji who grows tired of your mom in a few weeks, his fondness of her being nothing more but an attraction to her lingerie, deciding to send you nasty pictures of his dick coated with precum. youâd clench your legs when youâd receive them, your clit throbbing at the thought of having him inside you.
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bf!toji who realizes that despite your desperate attraction to his you still went for gojo out of pettiness. you also made sure heâd hear how good he was making you feel when your mom wasnât home. heâd scold you but youâd simply say: âyouâre not my daddy. i can fuck whoever i want.â
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bf!toji who starts to grow annoyed at your motherâs clinginess and hints of marriage when all he wanted to do was breed your princess cunt.
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bf!toji who would grab your ass and even go as far as spanking it whenever heâd walk past you. you cute pink shorts were visibly showing the outline of your cunt and your cheeks.
he would slam his hips against your ass whenever you bent over to grab something, just to make you feel his hard cock pressing against his shorts. the scar on his lip would turn almost automatically when the dark spot between your short would begin to form.
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bf!toji who once woke up with his dick in your mouth while your mother was sleeping by his side, just to prove to him you were ready to risk it all just for a taste. sheâs so corrupt, heâd think while pushing your head further down to take his dick down your throat.
âcome to my room daddy,â you whispered giving his swollen mushroom tip kitten licks. your fingers wrapped around his shaft slowly squeezing him and dragging your hand up and down to tease him. tojiâs face turned red as he thrusted his hips one last time, his dick hitting the back of your throat before dragging you to your room, muffling your moans and yelps with your pillows.
ËĘâĄÉË momâs bf!toji who accidentally walks in on you showering, catching you laid out in your bathtub, your legs hanging by its edges while you hold your phone up, clearly on face time with someone, your other hand playing with your pussy, âŚ.
âyou nasty bitch,â toji spat, picking you up easily, the water splashing everywhere. âtrying to make me jealous?â he prompted you on your sink, gojoâs voice confused on the other end of the screen.
ât-toji what are you-â you gasp once he pulls his pants down, his cock erect and pushing past your ring of muscles.
âyo what the fuck?!â gojo yells, clearly surprised that you were being fucked by the older man. toji pulled your thighs to his hips, pressing them firmly around him as he bullied his cock into you, whines and whimpers filling the bathroom.
âwatch her, watch how drunk she gets on daddyâs cock,â he smirked holding the phone up against your shampoo bottle so gojo could witness everything.
you try to hide yourself by putting your face into the crook of his neck, but he wouldnât let you, he pulled you by your jaw, his hands firmly, grabbing your chin and making you look at the camera as he fucked into you. you were blissful your eyes rolling back and your tongue lulling out of your mouth as his cock rubbed against your walls.
âdaddy, ngh, stop,â you attempted to reach your hand to hold the phone and end the call, but deed down you didnât want him to stop. you were quite quite that he was fucking you in front of gojo would couldnât keep his eyes off of you, his hand making its way to his dick as he lied back and stroked his girth.
toji laughed and snickered as he looked at the boy at the end of the phone amused by how he was getting off to the sight of you going dumb and limp, your fingers digging into his toned back as you held onto him as much as you could. âlike what you seeing huh?â toji groaned as he hit your cervix, your head thrown back against the mirror, âguess you donât even know how to fuck her like this for you to be so turned on,â this was filthy, you were being humiliated in front of them, gojoâs perverted hand going faster on his cock.
toji pulled out, your hands instantly trying to grab his cock to put him back in but your request was denied. âso nasty, open baby,â he squeezed your cheeks together, your tongue out as he spat, watching you swallow his saliva like a good girl.
âthatâs my princess. were you trying to get back at me for fucking your mom huh?â he chuckled, holding you up before bending you down, slapping his tip on your puffy lips. you wiggled your hips, trying to get rid of the emptiness you were feeling but instead toji sent a hard smack on your ass making you yelp. âthatâs for fucking that boy. does he know you cum just from sucking my dick baby? look at him and tell him, tell him who makes you cum and squirt like a whore,â he held your head up by twisting his hand in your hair, holding the phone up so gojo could see your reflection in the mirror.
you were trembling, your hand fondling your breast. âyou do daddy, want you so bad please, want your cum in my tummy,â you cried, your words making both of them groan. it didnât take toji too long to push his dick back into you holding your hips as he fucked you relentlessly. he looked over at the phone a few times just to catch gojo coming undone, his cum spilling on his phone as he groaned and whimpering like a bitch. âand i thought i was the pervert,â toji muttered then hung up the phone, not letting him watch you any longer his moves slowing as he blocked his number.
âlisten to daddy baby,â he bit your shoulder making you focus back on him. he stared at you through the mirror. ���if i ever catch you talking to that boy again, iâm gonna have to fuck you in front of your whole college friends and colleagues. hear me?â
âyes daddy, p-please, ahh, daddy, wanna cum,â he pushed you down, your head almost touching the sink as he sped up his thrusts his heavy balls hitting your ass as he pushed himself deeper into you. his hand wrapped around you to play with your engorged clit, your legs shaking as you were about to fall from the stimulation.
toji kissed and sucked your neck, leaving dark purple marks down your back, knowing that everyone will see them because of your slutty revealing clothes.
âsuch a brat,â he chuckled, his thumb going over your other hole, your head shooting up in alarm. âno, n-no,â you shook your head, knowing that if he slightly teased your hole youâd make a mess.
âcâmon baby, you can handle a finger,â he grunted his dick buried inside you as he pushed his thumb in, your eyes rolling back as you came all over the floor, the cabinet and his legs wet from your orgasm. âalready baby? if i knew you liked this i wouldâve done that a long time ago,â he pushed his thumb in and out, his thrusts becoming sloppier.
âwanna breed you so bad, gonna fuck your pretty ass with my cock next time, fhuck,â toji exhaled by your ear. you were like putty, letting him do whatever he wanted with you, the feeling of his cum warming your insides. âshit baby, holy fuck,â he cussed as he emptied his heavy load inside you, his cum sliding down your leg. ânuh uh, no waste.â he gathered them with his fingers before pushing them in your mouth, making you suck them clean. your mind was so cloudy and overstimulated, you were sure you were going to black out.
âyouâre lucky your mother wasnât here to hear you,â he pulled out of you, then pushed his finger inside your abused cunt to feel his cum in your gummy walls. ânext time iâll make sure she does though.â
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hiii friends i'm back here's around 7k words (i think??) for y'all this one goes out to my homie đ anon i love u đ anon
CW: dubcon/cnc, bdsm, facefucking, breeding kink
looking out of the hotel window made you no less uneasy. you sat there for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, staring out at the city. japan was beautiful, just like your boss had said it would be, but you were far from home, and he had whisked you away on this trip so suddenly that you didnât have time to pack much. you were unusually tired, having only been taken on trips by schlatt in the u.s., so the massive time difference and, to be honest, this extra workload he was expecting you to shoulder, were leaving you stressed and irritable.
you snapped when someone knocked on the solid hotel door, yelling at them to âshut the fuck up!â when they continued knocking impatiently while you made your way to open it. your face flushed a deep red when you saw schlatt standing there, holding a suitcase.
âthatâs a dangerous thing to be yelling at someone you donât know in a foreign country,â he teased. âwhat if i was, like the cleaning lady, or something?â
âyeah, well⌠youâre not,â you replied, rubbing your eyes. âwhat dâyou need?â
he holds out the suitcase. âbrought you stuff. not much, just some basics. iâll take you shopping tomorrow.â
you raised a brow at his words. âwhy take me shopping?â
he didn't speak until you took the suitcase from him. ââcause i feel bad for not letting you pack your shit.â
you nodded and gestured for him to come in. âcan you help? i can't figure out how to close the blinds.â
he hesitated before following you in, letting the door fall shut behind him as he walked further into the lavish room he had booked for you. it was more expensive than the rooms the rest of the staff he brought with him got, but you didn't need to know that.
watching as you gestured broadly at the giant window, he chuckled and pulled a remote off the wall. he showed you which buttons to press to make a large shade come down from the ceiling and tried not to mock you when you huffed, annoyed. it was darker in the room now, the lights of the city no longer helping the dim lights on the walls to illuminate your room. you flicked on the lamps on either side of your bed and turned to face your employer once more.
âthanks,â you said, able to see his face more easily. he nodded as if he was unsure of what to say and started heading towards the door.
âiâll be by to pick you up at 9,â he spoke. âweâll get you some stuff and, uh⌠yeah, itâll be. itâll be fun.â he sounded like he was trying to convince himself, and you smiled softly at how sweet he sounded before catching a glimpse of the current time from the alarm clock on your nightstand. it was already almost 2 in the morning, and that gave you five, maybe six hours to sleep, and then you had to wake up and get ready. luckily you had forgotten all your stuff and had nothing to actually take forever getting ready with.
âbye, schlatt,â you called as he waved his hand and shut the heavy door behind him. once he was gone, you flopped face first onto the bed and screamed, trying your best to ignore whatever feelings were bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. after letting out your frustrations into a pillow, you stood up to unpack the mysterious suitcase.
unzipping it revealed a few t-shirts in various sizes, all old schlatt merch, a pair of luxury sweatpants that you didnât even want to attempt to guess the price of, a few pairs of the softest socks you had ever felt, a toothbrush and toothpaste, some deodorant, shower supplies, a hairbrush and enough hair ties to last you a year, and a pair of slippers. a hoodie that you were sure was schlattâs, due to its massive size and it smelling of him, was laid neatly on the bottom, as if whoever packed this was trying to hide it. you picked it up and brought it to your face, inhaling deeply and moaning into it softly. a small, pink, tissue wrapped package fell out of the hoodie when you unfolded it to slip it on.
puzzled, you set the hoodie down and carefully grabbed the parcel, undoing the delicate sticker keeping it sealed. when you fully unwrapped it, you were faced with several different pairs of lacy black panties, a few pairs of each different style so you could wear whatever you found comfortable. your stomach flipped at the thought of your boss carefully picking out all these pairs for you, and the notion of him picturing all of these on you while he shopped was something you would go over and over in your mind forever. but you pushed the thoughts away when you remembered he probably had people do this for him. he was a busy man, you doubted heâd care enough about this to put it all together himself. you had already forgotten that he was the one to bring you the luggage, let alone him bringing it to you in the middle of the night.
you set to work unpacking your new stuff, placing your toiletries in the bathroom and stripping yourself of your dirty clothes that you had been in for far too long. once you were naked, you took a relaxing shower with the supplies schlatt had given you, dressing yourself in just a pair of panties and his hoodie when you were clean and dry. you didnât remember crawling into bed and falling asleep, but you swore you never slept as good as you did that night.
schlatt knocked on your door for minutes, giving you what he thought was ample time to answer. once he pressed his ear to the door and heard your alarm still going off, though, he cursed under his breath and dug into his wallet for a key.
he vowed he wouldnât use it. he only had it in case of an emergency, he told himself. he knew he was already pushing his luck with everything he had planned for you this trip, sneaking into your room might be too much. but he couldnât stop himself, he needed to get you up and going for the day so the whole trip wouldnât be too off schedule.
the sight he saw when he walked in left him breathless. you were spread out in the middle of the bed, his hoodie riding up on your stomach and exposing your bare tummy, lacy black panties hugging your hips perfectly. you were knocked out, evident by the alarm blaring next to you for who knows how long.
he sighed deeply and shook your arm until you woke up in a panic, kicking violently at the presumed threat until you realized it was just him. you babbled something incoherently until you looked at the clock and your face dropped; you sprung up to get dressed, apologizing profusely.
âiâm so sorry, schlatt!â you called through the closed bathroom door. he just sat on the bed, scrolling on his phone, until you came out. dressed in his hoodie still and the expensive sweatpants, you grabbed your essentials and nodded curtly. âiâm ready. letâs go,â you stated.
âwow, and only 30 minutes behind schedule,â he teased. you glared at him and he stood up, leading you out of the room, out of the hotel, and into the shopping districts.
being out in the city with him was actually really nice; you originally thought he was going to bring more staff along, but it appeared it was just the two of you for the day. you tried not to think about how, to people watching, it might look like the two of you were together. it was hard not to ruminate on it over and over in your mind, how, if the situation were just slightly different, maybe it couldâve been a date. the thought left a bitter taste in your mouth.
he stopped once the two of you reached a wide street lined with tall buildings, each a different, massive store. looking around and inspecting their signage didnât help, you didnât know what any of them sold.
âpick one,â he said simply.
you looked up at him, confused. âi donât know what the fuck any of these are,â you whispered rather loudly.
a smile played at his lips, but his face remained stern. âthatâs the point, toots,â he replied. âpick one and find out.â
you squinted at him, shaking your head slightly before looking at your many options. âthat one, i guess?â you gestured broadly to one a short distance away.
schlatt shook his head. âlead me to it.â
you rolled your eyes and used this as an excuse to grab his hand, turning away and hiding your burning face from him as you dragged him towards the store.
you walked in hurriedly, him trailing behind you at a much easier pace due to his long legs. once you took in your surroundings, you found you were actually quite excited. it was a massive clothing outlet, floors upon floors of all different kinds of garments. holding tightly onto his hand, you only looked around for a few seconds before you beelined it to a display of outfits and began hunting for articles of clothing you wanted.
schlatt dropped your hand and walked away, leaving you alone for a bit while you browsed before coming back with a large basket. he held onto it while you picked through your options, holding it out to you whenever you found something you wanted. into the basket went anything he even thought you liked, and you quickly realized there was no spending limit like you had presumed. you were always eyeing him warily, ready for the piece you had just picked out to be the last. but he just kept telling you to keep going, and soon you had looked through the whole section. he simply waited for you to pick another area to explore and watched as you shopped, occasionally commenting on a top or pair of pants.
âthat oneâs cute,â he mumbled when you held up a shirt you liked. you nodded and slipped the hanger over your neck, allowing you to pretend to try it on. he tried not to think about the idea of you actually trying the clothes on, but the image of you stripping and redressing over and over remained in his mind.
hours flew by, and you ended up leaving with several huge bags stuffed full with an entire new wardrobe. the two of you joked around a bit as you exited the store, and you were surprised to find one of your coworkers waiting for you just outside the shop.
âgive âem your stuff,â schlatt instructed. âtheyâre gonna take it to your room for you so we can keep shopping.â
you blinked a few times, confused, and handed off the bags. your coworker spoke to schlatt for a few minutes and then left you alone with him again. it was quiet for a bit before your boss broke the silence.
âtime to pick another store,â he said.
you huffed in disbelief at his willingness to spend even more money on you and shook your head. âi donât wanna play another guessing game; i got lucky with that last one. can you just point me to a makeup store and we can pretend that i found it?â
he chuckled and scanned the street you were on, eyes settling on a purple building towards the end of the road. âthat one might be makeup,â he said, looking back at you.
âalright then, letâs do that one.â you took his hand once more and led him to the shop, repeating the process of putting anything you wanted into a basket and waiting for him to tell you to stop. he never did, in fact, he occasionally tossed in a product or two that he thought was nice.
after a bit, you turned around to find he was a short distance away, picking out stuff at the perfume counter for you. you smiled to yourself and walked over to him, smelling the ones he was trying to decide between.
âi like this one,â you stated, pointing to a bottle on the counter.
he nodded and turned to the attendant, conversing with her for a bit before taking a fancy looking box that she handed him, presumably with the scent you picked out inside. he set it gently into the nearly full basket and looked at you.
âanything else while weâre here?â he asked, glancing down at the pile of things resting in the tote he was carrying.
with a shake of your head, you responded, âno, this is already too much, schlatt.â
you werenât looking at him, it was hard to meet his gaze, but you heard him scoff. âiâll tell you when itâs too much, doll, donât you worry about that.â
your cheeks flushed, how spoiled you felt by his kindness visible on your face. âi feel really bad. this is all so expensive.â
his hand landed on your shoulder in a soft, reassuring pat. âyou deserve it. câmon, lemme go pay and then iâll take you to one more store.â
following him to through the store was rough, he walked fast and you almost lost him a few times. but you found him easily at the checkout counter due to how tall he was; his head stood out above all the aisles. you sidled up next to him as he swiped his card, wincing at the price visible on the screen. he flicked his dark eyes over to you- the ghost of a smile was playing at his lips as he took in how uncomfortable being treated like this made you.
and then you were back on the busy street, handing the bags to the same coworker and waving bye to them as they walked off in the direction of the hotel once more. checking your phone told you it was early afternoon at this point. and he still wanted to hit another store⌠was he going to waste an entire day on you?
âiâll give you some options, toots,â he said gruffly after instructing you to put your phone away. the orders from him churned something deep in your stomach. âthat blue one there, this one next door to us, or that one way over there. you see the one iâm talkinâ about?â he pointed to three stores and turned to you, awaiting your response.
you thought for a moment before choosing, and it ended up being a store full of things you didnât necessarily need, but trinkets and gadgets you loved. your cart wasnât as full at this store, but he still bought you anything you showed interest in and you walked out with even more bags. this time, no one was waiting for you, and schlatt took your hand before leading you to a small restaurant shoved in between two large buildings. you followed him, trusting he would keep you safe, but unsure of where you were going until he sat you down in a booth and ordered food for the both of you.
you talked for a long time, savoring your meal together and sharing sentiments and memories, and you didnât notice until he had to step out to take a call that it was almost two hours later. something about him was so comforting, intoxicating, even. he just made you feel safe. you wished the dynamic between you two could be different. why did he have to be a good boss and not one of the creepy ones? you wished he would prey on you like you so desperately wanted him to.
he came back to find you staring at the leftover bites of food on your plate, instantly worried something had happened in the short time he was away from you. âwhatâs wrong? are you okay?â you tried not to let how hot he sounded when he was concerned about you affect your answer.
âyeah, no, iâm fine, schlatt,â you assured him once you blinked repeatedly a few times, trying to clear your thoughts of the filthy images of him. âjust, still jet lagged. iâm really tired.â
your boss nodded and went to take care of the bill quickly, sharing a quick conversation with the workers before coming back to you and offering a hand to help you up. you grabbed your bags and took his hand, forgetting to let go once you were up and walking. he didnât seem to mind.
the gentleman that he is, schlatt took you back to your hotel room and leaned against the wall as you fished your key out of your pockets. once you found it, he stood up straight and took a deep breath.
âtake a good nap. iâll be back to pick you up for dinner.â
you eyed him suspiciously, hand frozen, outreached to swipe your keycard. âwhy dinner? why more? what did i do to deserve this?â you grilled him.
schlatt put up his hands innocently. âi just feel bad for not letting you pack,â he lied again. âand youâre one of my best staff, why canât i treat you?â
âbecause you donât do this for anyone else,â you groaned. âiâm just worried the rest of âem are gonna look at me weird.â
he shook his head, trying not to smile. âiâll fire whoever treats you differently. promise,â he extended his pinkie towards you.
âno, schlatt, thatâs the problem!â you sighed. his face remained the same, little finger still reaching out to make a deal, and you folded. âwhatever, iâm gonna go sleep, just⌠donât fire anyone because of me.â
pensively, he nodded. âsleep good.â
you waited for him to leave, but he just leaned against the wall next to your door again. with a loud, defeated sigh, you let yourself in and closed the door behind you. now that you saw just how many full shopping bags sat on the table, you felt even worse. he had to have spent countless thousands on you. if only you could figure out what his true motivation was for doing all thisâŚ
you couldnât help yourself from unpacking some of your new stuff, running your fingers over your new, expensive belongings. after a bit, you remembered that you needed to be sleeping, and you put your things back before tucking yourself into the plush, comfy bed. sleep took hold of you, and you rested for hours before waking to a phone call from schlatt.
âhuh?â you said when you answered, still in the clutches of unconsciousness. his laugh woke you up, though.
âjesus, i was worried iâd have to come wake you up again,â he chuckled into his cell. âiâll be there in about an hour, start getting ready.â
âhow fancy do i need to dress?â you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
âwear that dress you picked out,â he replied. âthe black one. i gotta go, iâll be there soon, toots.â with that, he hung up, leaving you groggy and turned on from his orders. you ignored the feelings in your core and got up, changing into the dress he wanted and doing your makeup. the music you put on while you got ready did a good job of distracting you from how nervous you were, but once you had finished everything you needed to do, you perched on the edge of the bed and went over the dayâs events in your mind. you had about ten minutes left until he was here to pick you up, and you counted down the seconds eagerly, unsure of if this evening would change the dynamic between the two of you.
you sprung up off the bed when he knocked at the door, grabbing a purse he had bought you earlier that you filled with your necessities for the night. opening the door revealed schlatt standing there, leaning against the frame again, dressed in a button down, slacks, and a blazer. you blinked a few times at how good he looked- you had never seen him dressed like this before and it was strange.
âwhat is this?â you asked quietly, taking in how nice the two of you were dressed. âthis doesnât feel like just a dinner.â you were wary of him, unsure of what his intentions were.
he rolled his eyes and scoffed, extending a hand out to invite you to join him. âwill you just trust me? spent almost twelve thousand dollars on you today and you wonât even join me for dinnerâŚâ he scolded and shook his head.
eyes bulging, your jaw fell open. âtwelve thousand??? schlatt, oh my god!!â you sounded horrified, and you spun around to look at all the bags again. âi canât believe you would do that, i feel so awful.â
âmakinâ you feel awful is not the goal, doll. now can you please just take my arm so i can treat you to the best dinner youâve ever had?â he looked earnest enough, and you swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding and accepting his hand, determined to give him a shot.
âas long as you promise to buy me drinks,â you joked, letting the door fall shut behind you as he began to lead you down the hall to the elevator.
âi wouldnât dream of letting you stay sober tonight,â he smiled.
you were just a bit beyond tipsy, laughing raucously at every joke schlatt was making. he had taken you to the fanciest steakhouse around, just a short walk from the hotel. the food was incredible, and the alcohol just kept coming. you suspected he slipped the staff some money earlier to get the two of you a secluded booth with an amazing view, but couldnât prove it. all you knew was there was no one around and you could see the whole city from your seat across from him.
âi still donât understand why youâre doing all of this for me,â you giggled, sipping your drink. ânot complaining, not at all, i like being spoiled. but itâs confusing.â you were hiccupping every few words.
âyouâre never gonna shut up about it, are you?â he asked, downing the last of his whiskey. âat least now youâre beinâ grateful for it. glad i could get you to admit you like being spoiled, though.â
âit wasnât you that made me admit it, schlatt, it was the alcohol.â you leaned in close to whisper the last part and his eyes widened slightly when he smelled how strong your breath was.
âokay, toots, i believe you. i think itâs time to get you back to your room, hmm?â he sounded genuinely concerned, worried that he might have gotten you a bit too intoxicated. he couldnât go through with his plan if you were all the way drunk, then you might not remember it in the morning- and he wanted you to remember what he was going to do to you.
âcan i have dessert?â
a soft smile crossed his lips. âyeah, iâll order us some dessert.â he flagged down some wait staff and talked with them for a bit before they left, returning a few minutes later with several different plates of different desserts.
you squealed, giddy from your sweet tooth, and sampled all of them, passing the best ones across the table with an, âohhh, you gotta try this one!â or, âthis oneâs soooo good.â he nodded, taking small bites of whichever ones you passed to him. as you ate your treats, he took care of the bill, and once you had finished, the two of you were ready to go. he helped you up and out of the booth, and escorted you out of the restaurant and down the short trek to the hotel. it was dark out now, and the two of you slunk by everyone quickly. the pace he set was manageable, but only just so in the heels you were wearing.
once you two arrived at the hotel, you got on the elevator, giggling and joking with each other before stumbling out onto your floor. he walked you to your door and hesitated. you didnât notice, though; you were just trying to find your room key in your purse. he spoke before you could, though.
âcan i come in?â he asked. his voice sounded nervous.
you looked up at him, still digging in your purse. âfor what?â
he sighed and pulled a keycard out of his pocket, swiping it and letting you both in. âyou really wanna know why i bought you all that shit?â you entered first, him trailing behind you. there was a large, plain black bag sitting on your bed that wasnât there when you left. you were tipsy, but you swore it was new.
âyeah, schlatt, i do.â you set your purse down on a table and turned around to face him. he was standing close to you, so close you had to look up to make eye contact. âwhat the fuck is all this about?â
he took a deep breath, hand coming up to rest on your waist. you flicked your eyes to where he was touching you, fireworks exploding under your skin, and looked back up at him. âi thought maybe if i spoiled you rotten youâd have a lot harder time saying no,â he spoke softly.
âsaying no to what?â you questioned, raising one eyebrow at him. he walked closer to you and you backed up, him walking you to the bed until you were sitting on the edge and he was looking down at you. reaching into the black bag, he pulled out a bundle of rope and a piece of silk that you could only guess would go in your mouth to gag you. âschlatt?â you asked, voice trembling.
âi wonât hurt you, i promise. not unless you want me to,â he breathed, gently grabbing your chin. âdo you want me to?â
you froze as he bent down to whisper the last question in your ear, goosebumps raising at the feeling of his breath against your neck. you couldnât stop yourself. âyeah,â you gasped. âyeah, i do.â you felt him grin against your skin as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your throat, earning a whimper from you.
his massive hands were warm as they pawed at your dress, slipping behind you to undo the zipper. you shivered at the cool air as the garment fell from your shoulders, exposing the lacy black set you were wearing. it slid all the way off you and you kicked it away, reaching down to undo your shoes and pulling those off as well. you felt extremely vulnerable in front of him, most of your skin exposed as he pushed you down to lay on your back. he began kissing your collarbones, down to your chest, all the way down your stomach, and buried his face in your clothed heat. you moaned, face burning red, and bucked your hips up into his face.
schlatt snickered and pulled his face away, causing you to whimper at the sudden loss of kisses being planted on your clit. âthisâs gonna be fun,â he mumbled, standing up and adjusting his pants. you couldnât help but notice how tight they were. you started to speak as you sat up, but he shushed you and grabbed the piece of silk, gagging you with it and securing it around your mouth. he patted you on the head when he finished, mumbling an, âattagirl,â before grabbing the rope and positioning you with your hands behind your back.
you let out some muffled noises, confused, but obeyed. he tied your arms tightly, ensuring you were securely bound by the restraints before bringing the rope around your waist to the front and doing an intricate knot pattern, enveloping you in the cord like a harness.
schlatt paused after a while of tying, gently undoing your bra and removing it before drinking the sight of your bare chest in. he only savored the sight of you for a moment before resuming the knots.
once the rope came back around to your hips, he flicked his eyes up to look at yours and knelt down between your legs. you couldnât have said anything even if you werenât gagged, the visual of him pressing his face into your core again stole the air from your lungs. his dark, lust-filled eyes stared up at you, as if he was trying to memorize the sight of you.
luckily, he didnât have to.
you whined when he pulled away, and yelped when he delivered a sharp smack to your face.
âshut the fuck up, doll,â he warned. âi promise you iâm gonna make you feel good. now lemme finish tyinâ you up.â
tears stung your eyes as you nodded silently, and you feared only for a fleeting second that you had put yourself in a bad situation. but then you were too horny to care.
he tugged your panties off with one rough motion, eyeing you suspiciously when you shivered from the feeling of cool air on your cunt, but nodded almost imperceptibly when you stayed still for him. he carefully finished binding you, leaving your legs able to be moved but tightening the restraints on your arms so that you had no choice but to be obedient.
when he was done, schlatt took a step back and admired his work for a bit before reaching into the black bag again. this time, he pulled out his old camcorder and a polaroid camera. your face immediately flushed with the realization that he planned to immortalize the image of you in this pathetic position forever. you imagined him returning to watch the footage over and over, stroking his cock and panting every time. the polaroids would go in his wallet, you fantasized.
âsmile, toots!â broke you out of your trance. the camera flashed, and soon it spit out a photo of you sitting there on the edge of the bed. he shook it out a bit and chuckled quietly when it developed, staring at it possessively before showing it to you. âlook at you, so pretty sittinâ there for me. let me get a few more, okay? just in case,â his voice was velvet, coating you in desire and anticipation. the replay of his rich timbre in your mind was the only thing that kept you satiated while he posed you, spreading your legs apart for the last few pictures so that your wet hole was on full display.
you made the mistake of not looking directly at the camera for the second picture, embarrassed to be seen like this, and schlatt tsked when he saw the image. his big hand reached out and smacked you once more, and this time, tears started falling. that only spurred him on, though.
âawh, yeah, doll, thatâs a good idea. cry fâ me.â he smiled cruelly, raising the camera to his eye to take even more photos. âbut keep your fuckinâ eyes right here.â
you felt more drops fall from your eyes, unsure of if they were genuine or just to appease him. regardless, he loved it. he nearly cackled at how ruined you were beginning to look, makeup now running down your face, hair mussed. it all added to the photos, which he was collecting quite the stack of.
once he felt he had enough, he fanned them all out in his hands and swept his eyes over them. after organizing them a bit, how so you couldnât even begin to guess, he set them on the nightstand and walked over to set the camcorder up so that it would capture everything he was about to do to you.
you admired him from behind as he knelt down in front of the camera, adjusting it and hitting record when it was ready. as soon as he did, his demeanor changed; he moved more quickly, more impatiently, as he walked back towards you, grabbed you by the throat, and spat on you.
you shied away from him slightly but continued to gaze up at him lovingly. âyouâre so fucking pitiful, yâknow that?â he growled. âgotta hand it to ya though, twelve thousand is quite a price. well, i guess almost fourteen after dinner. god, you really can put it away, huh? not to mention the drinks,â he smirked down at you as your eyes widened and you looked away, embarrassed to have cost him that much. âletâs find out if youâre worth that much, huh, doll?â
schlatt reached into the black bag once again, and you wondered when would be the last time. this time his hand came out clutching a vibrator he had hooked up to his phone. you froze in shock as he reached towards you with it, processing too slowly to stop what he was going to do. he wasted no time pushing it deep inside you and pulling out his phone. you whimpered quietly while he fiddled with the app, the seconds drawing on and on until you couldnât take it anymore. and just when you were about to do something, anything, he turned it on.
spasms rocked through you; the vibrations were so intense it felt like pleasure was curling around and enveloping every nerve ending in your body. you couldâve sworn you were burning, everything felt so white-hot. stars were all you could see as you tried to adjust to the feelings ringing out from deep inside you. eventually, you stabilized, and he guided your chin to make you look into his eyes, as if he was checking to make sure you were okay. you just blinked slowly, lust clouding both of your judgements.
when he decided you were fine, he set the vibrator to an intense rhythm and began unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants eagerly before pulling out his cock and pumping it in his hand. your eyes were wide and glued to his shaft, greedily following the movement, and you didnât notice his other hand coming up to tear the piece of silk from your face. immediately he shoved his entire length down your throat, not giving you any time to babble whatever complaints you had. his bush was flush against your face, and you cried yet again from how rough he was face fucking you. he shifted positions after a bit, his hips only faltering in pace when he turned to check that the camera had a good view of your mouth being abused. he brought one leg up to rest on the bed, allowing him to get even deeper. he was alternating between tossing his head back in pleasure and holding it up to watch you.
you, however, were sobbing, helpless to stop the ravaging of your mouth, not to even mention the constant vibrations coming from the toy inside you. you had lost count of how many orgasms you had, completely giving in to him and the endless pleasure he was bringing you. he only stopped when your thighs started shaking and you squirted all over the bed.
âjesus, toots,â he laughed, still in your mouth. âthe toy still in there?â
you nodded slightly.
âattagirl,â he mumbled. he pulled out and chuckled at your desperate, heaving gasps once you could breathe properly again. âiâm gonna fuck you now, doll, okay?â
you nodded eagerly, used to having to be quiet.
âi took the gag off for a reason, toots, and it wasnât just to fuck your throat. let me hear your words.â
âyes, schlatt, please. please, god please i need you so bad. plââ you begged before being cut off by him pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. you moaned in surprise and kissed him back furiously before he pulled away.
âa simple âyesâ wouldâve done,â he smiled. the wholesome moment didnât last long, though, soon he was taking off the rest of his clothes so he was also nude and bending you onto your hands and knees. he groaned at the sight of your pussy, ass up in the air and ready and waiting for him. you bit your lip as you sat patiently, glancing at the camera and quickly looking away while you blushed at the idea of someone watching this in the future.
he plunged a finger in, teasing you and stretching you out a bit before fishing out the vibrator and turning it off, tossing it to the side. you relaxed a bit at the momentary lack of stimulation, but yelped when he smacked your ass. you felt him lining himself up with you and tried to calm the nerves buzzing in your stomach.
when he pushed in, you let out a quiet, drawn out moan. schlatt copied you, eyes trained on where you were damn near sucking him into you, entranced by the sight of his length slipping into your dripping folds.
âgod, you're so tight,â he spoke through gritted teeth. he tried to let you adjust to his size for a moment, but after a few seconds, he said, âfuck it, i can't wait any longer.â with that, he began slamming in and out of you, hard, enough to make a loud smack every time his hips met your ass.
âtakinâ me so well, doll,â he praised, slowing down slightly to adjust you and keep you propped up for the camera.
you just wailed, approaching another orgasm. the clench of your walls around him signaled to him what was about to happen, and he grinned as he brought his hand around to your clit to rub circles into it.
âschlatt!!!â you screamed, tears streaming down your face.
he grunted and smacked your ass again, repeatedly, watching the recoil of it every time. âgod, you sound pretty when you scream my name like that,â he growled.
you called out his name again, and again, and again, over and over until your throat was raw as he pounded you. somehow, you forgot about the camera.
he didn't, though. when he was getting close, he pulled out and spun you around roughly, glancing to make sure you were still in frame before finishing himself off and spurting his cum all over your face and chest. you sat there, staring up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes, until he was done and he walked off to grab the polaroid. he took a few shots of you covered in his seed before putting them back and dipping his finger in it, bringing it to your lips where you greedily licked it off him.
he scoffed, trying to hide how turned on he was by that, and positioned himself between your legs, sliding in again with ease. you moaned, the sound like music to his earsâ he had never heard or seen anything as beautiful as you, the sight of your cum-covered tits bouncing as he rocked his hips was sure to stay with him for the rest of his life.
schlatt didn't mean to, but his hand found its way to your throat and clutched it tightly. he only realized what he was doing when you began squirming, then thrashing in an attempt to escape his grip. he released your neck and shook out his hand, blinking his eyes a few times as he dialed back in on how good you were feeling trapped under him.
he rolled his hips skillfully, fucking into you at a brutal pace as he made sure to hit the deepest parts of you he could. at this point, your legs were hooked over his shoulders, and he was insistent on bending them even further, until he had you in a mating press underneath him. you were singing on his cock, nonstop whorish noises spilling from your lips.
âgod, youâre gonna milk me dry,â he laughed breathlessly as you came around his cock for what felt like the millionth time.
âfuuuck!â you screeched, eyes rolling back into your head. âschlatt, please,â you begged himâ though what you wanted, he wasnât sure of.
âdoll, you keep begginâ me like that and all youâre gonna get is my fat fuckinâ load deep in that pussy,â he warned. you somehow understood his threat in your post-orgasm haze and lit up at the possibility of being bred by him.
âplease!! please, schlatt, iâve been so good, please give it to me,â you rambled frantically, gaze fixed on his perfect visage. his brown hair was messy, and a few strands kept falling in front of his face as his dark eyes puzzled through why you would want that. eventually, he settled on giving you what you wanted, his thrusts slowing in pace but increasing in force as he got closer and closer before burying his cock to the hilt in you and painting your walls with an enormous amount of cum. you prayed none of it would spill out the whole time schlatt was collapsed onto your chest, breathing heavily.
he watched himself pull out of you and groaned at the sight of his sperm leaking from your cunt, quickly reaching to snap some pictures and eventually bringing the camcorder to capture your ruined makeup and fucked out state. when he was done, he shut the camera off and quickly went to work untying you.
âdid so good fâme, âm so proud,â he murmured as he worked, gently rubbing the places on your skin where the rope hurt you. he placed a kiss to every one and continued to praise you.
you couldnât say anything, too tired from being used like that, so you just let him take care of you and stared at him in adoration.
âdâya want me to stay the night? can i?â he asked softly once he freed you from your restraints. âi was thinking i could help run you a bath or somethingâŚâ
âplease stay,â you rasped, clearing your throat. âi donât want you to go.â the last sentence was quiet, but he still heard it, evident by the smile that crossed his lips.
âalright then, toots, you wonât be gettinâ rid of me for the rest of the trip.â
#x reader#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#jschlatt smut#jschlatt x you#schlatt x you#schlatt smut
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Elesa climbs to celestial tower to ring the bell. Emmet, stuck in between the distortion world, finds his way home.
Part 1/ Part 2
The conductor falls, down, down, down.
âWhatâs my name?â He calls to the abyss in terror (what is terror?)
Heâs a singular being, right? (Thatâs not right. Heâs one of a pair.)
The abyss gazes back. It has no answers to give, in its multitude.
Not to someone thatâs so, so alone.
âââ
Somewhere else, one Elesa of Nimbasa rings the Celestial Towerâs Bell, over and over. Her companion, Chandelure, keeps watch.
Nothing happens.
Elesaâs stomach sinks. The reverberations of Celestial Towerâs brass bell mocks her in its echo. The vibrations of itâs distortion only makes the tears she tries to hold at bay worse.
In the blur of her failure, she sees chandelureâs flames suddenly die. Part of her panics.
The rest of her is apathetic and numb.
Whatâs the point? It didnât work. Elesa closes her eyes. Tries to swallow, and fails. Sheâs so tired. Sheâs so, so tired. The deal with Azelf, the media storm sheâs weathered, the constraints of her job, the almost loss of chandelure-
Emmet has been gone for three months. Ingo has been gone even longer.
They have gone where she canât follow.
Elesa, the ghost whispers in her head. Elesa shakes her head in denial. She doesnât want to plan right now. She wants to curl into herself, and disappear, just for a bit.
Elesa!
âI canât do this,â she croaks. The sob in the back of her throat bubbles outwards. She wants Zebrstika. She wants Skyla. She wants her friends.
The paliphet Azelf forced her forward. It permeates her thoughts, drowning out logical thought.
(Too much willpower, and it will become an obsession, Azelf had warned her once in Ingoâs voice. And then, in Emmetâs voice: And when you fail, it willll break you. And finally, in her own voice: you will not have a choice but to move forward, with this curse.
I accept, elesa and told it back in the lake.)
Iâm so tired, Elesa thinks now, two months later.
But she keeps moving forward. The bell rings again as Elesa strikes it, with all the hurt and rage and longing forced by her own hand into her soul-
-And thatâs when chandelure screams, and there is a terrible rolling crack, and Elesa feels the sudden lurch in her gut as she looks up, her apathy torn into shreds as-
The sky tears open in a fractal wave.
Elesa gapes.
She can not comprehend the sudden black webbing across the sky. In the distance, sirens suddenly start wailing as people stop to perceive the impossible.
But Elesa does not care, because in that moment, the wrench in her gut is so great she almost staggers off the platform. Chandelure is by her side in an instant, her glass body a warm comfort to the sudden chill, because-
Something white is falling.
Elesaâs doesnât know what she yells. But the tug in her chest feels like the beat of a drum, and she is helpless to the melody that calls for action.
Azelfâs blessed takes a leaping step forward, off the building. Chandelure lets out a panicked chime and the warmth of psychic cradles Elesa as she reaches out, arms outstretched, falling and flying and-
And Emmet, sparking with white electricity, reaches back.
NOTES:
AUâs Salvaging the Ship of Theseus! Everybody has a Bad Time. (Emmet and Eelektross go to Hisui and learn about the joys of the distortion world. Elesa hunts legends and makes bad deals. Ingo babysits some sneaslets.)
Backstory and explanation:
Prior this scene, Emmet was travelling Hisui with Eelektross before he falls through a mirror and becomes lost in the distortion world for a month. Elesa and Chandelure, meanwhile, refuse to give up on their remaining friend. (Ingoâs fine! Heâs in Hisui right now trying to get fired so he can go searching for his memories. Eelektross is⌠less fine. We will Worry about That Later.)
Disclaimers: Everythingâs a work in progress and subject to change!
Part 2!
#submas#submas au#salvaging the ship of theseus#(gives you a drabble)#this fucking sceneâŚ. living in my head⌠HARASSING ME UNTIL I WRITE AND DRAW IT.#BEGONE FOUL DEMONS#emmet#elesa#chandelure#pokemon#pokemon au#hope this haunts you as much as it haunts me#critdraws#critterbitter screams into the void#submas angst#submas fanfiction#fanfic#Spotify
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love in secret - h.s.
a/n: ohhhh my loves this one is a mess. please bear with me!!! it gets better. i promise. i love this one so so dearly and its very special to me so please be kind :â( i love you i love you i love you, thank you for choosing to read my work. enjoy <3
đ warnings/cw: a really weird creepy uncle (weird comments/advances on yn), a weird creepy guy at a bar, a weird girl at a birthday party, angst, harry yells lol, FLUFF CANT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGHHHH, PROTECTIVERRY nothing too out of the ordinary for me
đ pairing: best friend!reader x harry styles to lovers
đ wc: 5.9k (not edited, completely unproofread)
summary: 5 times when Y/N and harry communicated with just a look to each other, or, 5 times where they just understood.
â 1
The lights in the restaurant were bright. Blinding, really. YN had a hard time even keeping a conversation with someone due to the lights being so bright and her needing to shut her eyes tightly every couple of seconds. It was unfortunate enough that she showed up to the dinner with a headache beginning to brew at the nape of her neck, and she cursed herself in her head at the fact that she let herself just ignore it. The room was filled with loud chatter and laughter, the other patrons enjoying themselves and letting loose with the alcohol provided to them. Her head was hung, hair falling around the sides of her face, allowing for a nice shield to dim the lights a little bit, providing her eyes a little bit of solace from the intrusive brightness.Â
âAlright yâguys, Iâm really tired and I think âM gonna head out now.â She could hear Harry announce to the table, pushing his chair back with his legs as he tapped on YNâs thigh with his right hand. Pushing himself up with his legs, he leaned down to whisper a quick âget your stuffâ to YN. She agreed without another word, and stood to grab her purse from where it was hung on the chair, pulling it up onto her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling chilly out of nowhere. Harry noticed thisâ of course he didâ and draped the jacket he had resting on his forearm over her shoulders. YN and Harry both said their goodbyes, no one questioning YN packing up her things. Everyone knew that wherever she went he would follow, and wherever he went she would follow.
Slinging his arm over her shoulder, Harry gave one last goodbye from the both of them, before leading her to the back entrance to avoid paparazzi, knowing how much that would hurt her head. He could sense that she was feeling weird from the second she grabbed a seat next to him, but didnât question her about it. As the night went on, he noticed how she kept blinking harshly, kept rubbing her temples with her fingertips, or rested her forehead on his shoulder for comfort. Suddenly, when she let her head fall, he realized exactly what was happeningâ she was having a migraine.Â
Little to no words were shared between them during dinner in an attempt to catch up with their friends who theyâd hadnât seen in a long time, but they were still reminded of each others presence. Harry's been placing soft kisses onto her hair when he felt the weight of her head drop onto his shoulder while also keeping conversation to whoever he was talking to. YN linked their pinky fingers at the beginning of dinner, letting it hang between the two of them for the rest of the night until she had to rub her temples to try and ease the pain. While they didnât really speak, they had conversations with their eyes that only they could understand.Â
Harry initially checked on her when she lifted her head from his shoulder the third time, turning his head to look at her only to see that she was already waiting for him. He gave her a look that asked if she was okay, and she answered silently with a small head nod. Even though he didnât buy it, he left it alone since he knew that theyâd be leaving soon anyway.
When she finally got to the sweet solace of Harryâs car, a sigh of relief left her at the darkness inside. The interior of his car was all black with tinted windows, so the dim of the streetlights couldnât bother her as much either.Â
âLovie, yâshouldâve told me yâhad a migraine, wouldâve gotten yâhome instantly.â Harry scolds in a low, quiet voice, a frown on his lips when he saw the way she slumped down into the passenger seat, head falling back onto the headrest.Â
âI know, Iâm sorry. Just looked like you were having fun.â She whispered, knowing her voice at full volume would hurt her head.Â
âYâare way more important to me than a dinner with our friends. We can see our friends whenever, and it would be much more convenient for the both of us if yâwere healthy while doing so.â He grumbled, grabbing the steering wheel with his left hand and reaching over to rest his right hand on her thigh.Â
âWell, Iâm sorry to hear Iâm such a burden,â She spat, voice still low. She opened her eyes when she heard nothing but silence to see Harry giving her a look to which she sighed at, grabbing his hand to twist the rings around on his fingers. âI know what you mean. Jusâ being stubborn right now.â
He snorts, âTrust me, I know. âS like itâs yâmiddle name.â He squeezes her hand at the soft laugh she gives, his heart pumping the slightest bit faster.
âBack to mine?â He whispers.
âObviously.âÂ
â 2
YN rested her back along the arm of the couch, knees pulled up so that she only took up one cushion. Even if the rest of the couch was completely unoccupied beside her, she wanted to be as respectful as possible. The room was almost full by the way producers, writers, and managers scattered around, but she was only there for one of them; the boy in the booth. Harryâs been recording for about 2 hours now and she knew that he was overdue for a break, however, she also knew that he wouldnât step foot outside of the booth until what he recorded was 100% to his liking, and they both knew that his perfectionist tendencies was his vice.Â
She sat around for a bit longer, silently playing games on her phone mindlessly while periodically checking the time, until she heard a muffled shout come from the boothâ the booth that she knew only had Harry in it. Looking up, she saw Harry with the studio headphones pulled down to hang around his neck, stepping to the side so he wouldnât be shouting into the microphone. She rolled her eyes and stared at him in annoyance, waiting until he would eventually catch her gaze. Right when he did, he could already see the look in her eyes which made him look down ashamedly, taking the headphones from his neck to put on the mic stand, coming out of the booth like a puppy with its tail between its legs. He already knew he was about to get chewed out by the way she looked at him, almost disappointed by the way he seemed to lack self care when he was working.Â
âCan we break for a minute, everyone? 30 minutes, tops.â She said loudly enough so everyone could hear her. Everyone immediately agreed and began to shuffle out of the room, leaving only YN and Harry in the space. Once the final person left and they heard the door click shut, she turned her head back to him with a distinct glimmer in her eyes.Â
âReally, H?â She sighed, gesturing to him to join her on the couch. She slid her legs down and opened them a little, already knowing that he was going to fall and put his entire weight onto her. And she was right. The second she opened her arms, he slumped down into a sitting position at first, before laying down with his head resting just below her chin, head turned toward the soundboard with a pout on his raspberry lips.Â
âI know, âM sorry,â He sighed, arms coming round to rest underneath her back in a loose hold, trying to get as much comfort as possible. âJusâ hate when it doesnât come out exactly how I envisioned it.âÂ
âI know, but overworking yourself and your precious voice doesnât equate to anything and it especially wonât equate to perfection if youâre tired. Looking at it all, especially from my perspective, it jusâ looks like youâre being mean. Like, lashing out on all of those people⌠theyâre tired too, bub. They donât deserve this kind of treatment from you, especially not when you can help it. Are you seeing what I mean?â She tried to lay it out in the most delicate way possible while also knocking some sense into him, and it all started to make sense to him after all.Â
âYou do know you need to apologize to them, right?â She mutters into his hair, pressing the tiniest of kisses to his hair.Â
âI know. Youâre right. I mean, youâre always right, but youâre especially right, right now. I dunno how yâalways know me, or how you always know how tâmake it better.â Harry grumbled. He hated this part. He hated when what he was envisioning didnât come to full fruition right away.Â
âItâs because Iâm your best friend,â She could feel the way they both collectively tensed at her words, âItâs just what I do. I know you better than anyone else in this world and I have since we were toddlers. Thereâs no way you can be surprised now, âM basically your only friend.â
He laughed along with her, trying his best to mask the rejection he felt when he heard her say that she was his best friend. âYâare, lovie. The only one who knows me like this.âÂ
She hummed. âThe only one who ever will,â She said in full conviction. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, their faces close to each other. He could feel her breath on his face, and when he went to lift himself up a little to be able to meet her lips, she cleared her throat and nudged up a bit, creating distance between them.Â
Tangling her fingers back into his hair, she awkwardly whispered, âNow, rest for a little bit, bub. Iâll wake you up when theyâre ready to go.â
â 3
It wasnât out of the ordinary for YN and Harry to have dinner with each otherâs families, but there was something about tonight that made the both of them have a weird twinge in their stomachs that tonight would be different. It started off normal, really. They showed up to YNâs parents house, one of her hands pushed into the crook of his arm. YN had a bottle of wine in her other hand while Harry had his shoved into his pocket. Ringing the doorbell, there was something about the lack of commotion coming from inside that made them share a weird glance, before they shrugged their shoulders in unison and put it to the side when they heard the lock click.Â
YNâs mom opened the door with a sheepish grin on her face, and YN already knew she was going to spew out an apology for something. Â
âHi, my loves, missed you. But, before you both come in,â Her mom wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist, âUncle Rick is here.âÂ
YN and Harry both groaned, already dreading the dinner that hadnât even started. They knew something was up when they didnât hear the shouts of little kids wrestling each other to get to the door, and now it was completely explained why.Â
Uncle Rick was her dadâs estranged brother who had only started coming around 5 or 6 Christmases ago, and the entire family has had a weird dislike for him since the beginning. He was creepy! As simple as that. He used to make weird comments on her and her sisters bodies, and he liked to talk to Harry about how much money Harry had, while also trying to push out a sob story so Harry would flit him some cash. It never worked, by the way.Â
âThat explains why the rascals werenât here tâopen the door,â Harry muttered, an annoyed and pouty look already on his face. He was excited to see the little ones, and they werenât even here!
âHarry, stop with the look, donât be a brat. Both of you, lighten up! I dislike him as much as you do but you two are the only ones who showed up for dinner. Your sisters bailed the second I mentioned him, so please just try to be nice?â YNâs mom scolded Harry. Since theyâve known each other since they were practically still in diapers, she treated him like her own and Anne did the same for YN.Â
âIâll try,â Harry grumbled, patting YNâs bum when her mom stepped out of the way to let them in. Unhooking their arms from each other, they pushed their coats off and hung them up. Turning to each other, they shared a look before inhaling deeply at the same time, entwining fingers. âWe got this, lovie. I believe in us.â
YN only nodded, trudging forward with him trailing behind her, his arm lifting a bit from the small pull where their hands were conjoined. Walking into the kitchen, she greeted her dad with a side hug in an attempt to not let go of Harry, before pulling back to let Harry greet him as well. They stepped back and looked at her dad expectantly, a sigh emitting when he saw their faces. âSorry, kiddos. Wouldâve told you, but mom wanted you guys to be here to keep us sane.â
âItâs okay, dad, but you have to shut him down if he says something about me. You promised last time.â She sighed, leaning into Harry the slightest bit for no reason other than familiarity and comfort.Â
âI will, Princess. I promise.â He shook his head fast, immediately abiding to the promise he made a couple of months ago.Â
âAlright, bub, letâs go say hi,â YN mentally prepared herself as they walked over to the living room, humming when her mom told her to get him for dinner. YN subconsciously tightened her grip on Harryâs hand, him doing the same. âHi Uncle Rick, you remember Harry, right?â
âHow couldnât I remember? Yâbring that bugger around more than anyone else, I woulda thought he got you locked down. Quite annoying, that one is.â Uncle Rickâs feet were propped up onto the coffee table, a feeling of disgust already swirling in both of their chest when they could smell the mix of beer and smoke oozing from his pores.
âUmâ Heâs literally right here, and you just called him annoying?â She said quite exasperatedly, a muffled groan leaving her lips. âWhatever, itâs fine. Mom wanted us to tell you that dinnerâs ready.â
âGod, finally! Your moms been taking forever, annoying how long she takes to get everything ready. I mean, isnât that her job? To cook and clean? She does a pretty shit job at it if Iâm honest.â The man groaned, struggling to even get off the couch. He walked past them and placed a hand on YNâs waist when he passed by, making her jump and twist into the front of Harryâs body. He caught her with ease, letting go of her hand to wrap his arms around her body. He could feel how tense she was, her unease and anger radiating off of her in waves.Â
âFuck. My. Life.â She muttered, leaning her face fully into his chest, banging her forehead against it with each word. Harry hummed, placing a few kisses onto her head to conceal the fact that he too, was bubbling with anger.Â
âGonna kill him, lovie. The fuck was that, anyway? Calling me annoying when Iâm right here? 5 feet away from him? Not a lot of cogs turning in thaâ oneâs head, Iâll tell ya,â Harry snorted, trying to relax his best friend a little bit. âCalm down, babe, practically shakinâ in mâarms.âÂ
She sighed, nodding into him. Comfort slowly seeped into her when she felt the gradual pressure of his arms behind her back. âI know, Iâm sorry. Thank you for being here, though, youâre the bestest friend I couldâve ever asked for.âÂ
Harry isnât afraid to admit his heart shatters the tiniest bit at this. He even goes far to unwrap his arms from her frame prematurely, plastering on a fake smile before she can see the frown he had on. ââS what Iâm here for.âÂ
A confused look made its way onto YNâs face, wondering what she said wrong to make him let her go. Opening her mouth to ask, she shut it right after she heard her mom call to them.
âKids, come eat now!â She shouted.
âComing!â YN called back, giving Harry one last look, a small look of hurt in her eyes, before pivoting on her heel to walk to the dining room.Â
They sat down, Uncle Rick at the head of the table with YN and Harry on one side, and her parents on the other. Harry frowned when she didnât scooch her chair over a bit to be closer to him, and he looked at the amount of space that was between them. Taking initiative, he moved his chair over and rested his hand on her thigh, YN grumbling under her breath but grabbing his hand anyway and interlocking their fingers. Although he was right handed, heâd sacrifice his dominant hand to hold hers any day.Â
The four of them talked easily, Uncle Rick staying out of the conversations mainly, but he hummed or protested every so often to give pieces of mind (even though it was severely unneeded).
âSo, YN, I heard that you graduated a couple of months out of medical school? Howâd that go? Normally girls your age sleep around to graduate from something so difficult, hm?â Uncle Rick commented disgustingly, food spewing out of his mouth since he was talking with his mouth full.
âUmâ sorry, what?â YN choked on the wine she brought, a fiery look already in her eyes. Her parentsâ expressions dropped instantly, her dad already trying to sputter out an apology.
âIf youâre implying that I slept with the higher ups to graduate then Iâm sorry, youâre dead wrong. I worked so hard to get to where I am now, and maybe if you hadnât been estranged, mind you, we didnât even know who you were, then maybe you wouldâve noticed. Or maybe, youâd still be the same sleazy prick youâve always been. Either way, itâs no bother to me, I know how you feel after all. The way you try to subtly touch me and my sisters, we all notice it, but weâve been biting our tongue for so long, because you know what? Youâre family. But Iâve honestly had enough of it. Mom, Dad, me and H are leaving, thank you for dinner, but I really, really canât.â She spewed out without missing a beat, tugging Harry up with her. He turned his head to look up at her, but he could see the upset look in his eyes and stood up without another word. He let go of her hand to go around the table to kiss her moms cheek and to clap her dad on the back.Â
He walked over to the threshold to leave, before deciding to give a little to this conversation as well. âYâknow, Uncle Rick, I tried mâhardest to be respectful as well, and I always wanted tâmake a good impression, especially since I was with my best friends family, but Iâve been here fâlonger than yâhave to know that theyâd love me either way, so Iâll just say this before I go; I didnât mind when youâd make comments about me, but itâs another thing when yâmaking weird comments about her. Sheâs everything tâme, mâsoulmate, really, and I feel bad that youâve probably never had one. It would explain why yâso miserable, wouldnât it?âÂ
Rick tried to say something, but was quickly cut off. âAnd I pity that youâll never get to see how wonderful YN is. I really do pity yâfor that. Sheâs incredibly smart, beautiful inside and out, and yâthrew away the chance to have something amazing with her. So for your own benefit, I hope something changes fâyou so you can get tâknow her. But if not, donât worry, really, weâre very fine off without you, anyway. Goodnight, Y/M/N and Y/D/N, itâs been wonderful seeing yâboth again. âM sure weâll be back soon in better circumstances, I hope.âÂ
And with that, he leaves the kitchen, leaving the three of them in awe.
Grabbing the both of their coats, noticing how YN had forgotten hers, he slammed the door shut and stalked quickly to the car, noticing how she was already in her assigned seat (Heâd always joked about how she was the prettiest passenger princess), gnawing on her lips as glimmering tears lay stagnant in her eyes. He walked faster when he clocked this, knowing that her biting her lips was an anxious tic of hers. Popping open the door, he sat and settled into the driver's seat as fast as possible, turning on the ignition to power on the heater as quickly as he could.Â
She turned her head to him, and he grabbed the back of her head in a tight hold, his other hand wounding around her waist. Sobs starting to fill the car, followed by soft shushing by Harry.Â
âItâs okay, bub, yâso okay, Iâm here, itâs okay.â He reassured, heart clenching at the gutwrenching sobs that left her.Â
âLove yâso much, youâre sâperfect, and heâs so so wrong. Youâre mâbest friend in the world, the best person I know... Precious girl, wish yâsaw yourself the way I see you.â He placed the softest of kisses to the side of her head, whispering sweet words to her until her sobs calmed and he felt her move her eyes from his shoulder, resting her chin on his shoulder.Â
âI love you, H, no one I trust more in this world than you,â She whispered, pulling back to lay her temple on his cheek. Pulling back a little more, they now looked at each other, his eyes searching her watery ones. Their breaths hitched when they realized just how close they were to each other, knowing that if they were to move even an inch their lips would touch. They both moved forward a little, before jumping away from each other when Harryâs elbow pushed a little too hard on the center of the wheel, the horn honking.Â
A shy laugh left her lips as she spun back to face the windshield, a soft blush coating her cheeks. âHome?âÂ
Harry cleared his throat, nodding slowly, a smile growing on his face when he realized that she referred to his house as home. âYeah, bub, letâs go home.âÂ
â 4
âHarry! YN! Come in, come in!â They smiled at her friend Alex, who was already noticeably drunk, a pink flush on her cheeks. As much as they didnât like parties, they decided to show up to Alexâs birthday party, the decision hard for the two of them since they knew it would pretty much be like a party at a frat house. Alex pulled on YNâs hand, dragging her inside to the party, Harry being tugged along as well when he grabbed YNâs outstretched one. They get dragged to the kitchen, being heavily encouraged by Alex to make a drink, before running away when she gets distracted by another one of her friends.Â
âI guess bartender Harryâs making an appearance,â Harry shrugged, âWhat can I make fâyou, bub?âÂ
She tilted her head, thinking it over. âMy usual, please.âÂ
âOne cherry vodka with sprite coming right up, sweets!â They talked for a little, giggling when Harry had opened a fresh liter of Sprite to make sure it was safe, which started spewing everywhere and in turn, all over his white shirt. âFucks sake!âÂ
âMessy boy.â She giggled, taking the drink with a gracious smile. She took his hand to lead him to the living room, finding a few of her friends and talking to them, also making conversation with Harry who they knew because of how many times heâs met them. When YN had thought about it, she realized that he really is there every single time she goes out with her friends. Itâs like she had her own personal bodyguard.Â
After a few of her friends had come and gone, she placed her now empty cup on the counter that Harry was resting his back on, trying to stabilize himself as she relaxed herself into his body. ââM gonna go up and use the bathroom real quick, will you be okay down here?âÂ
âOf course Iâll be okay, but you be safe, bub.â He sent her away with a pat to her bum, a squeal leaving her lips. He watched her walk away with a smile on his face, not even realizing how lovesick the grin mustâve looked. A poof of blonde hair in front of him distracted him from her figure, and when he looked down, he saw a girl with curled and messy blonde waves, thick eyeliner paired with red lipstick thatâd grown messy throughout the night. âHi?â
âYouâre so hot.â Blondie commented bluntly. He stepped back to create some space between them, sliding his arm out of her rough grip. He couldnât pinpoint the reason why her hands felt like sandpaper on his tanned skin, but it felt like heâd just been burned with a flat iron.Â
âOh, um⌠thank you? Thatâs very sweet, but Iâve got a girl-â He started.Â
âShe doesnât need to knowâŚâ She purred, and disgust filled Harryâs face.Â
âIâm flattered, but I really do have a girlfriend, and sheâs here with me tonight, Iâm not comfortable with this, âM sorry.â He tried again, but every time he would take a step backward, Blondie would take a step forward. Can she not take the hint?!
âIs the girlfriend in the room with us?â She started to get annoyed. A small weight lifted from his chest because he thought maybe if she got tired of him, she would just leave. He tried to wait for this plan to work, but he realized he didnât even need to when he saw his precious girl descend down the stairs. Her eyes caught his, and he tried to iterate in his eyes that he needed help, and fast. She noticed and tried to go down the stairs a bit faster, not even caring if she stepped on someone. She walked fast to close the distance between them, burrowing herself in the space Harry provided when he lifted his arm as she was on her way over.Â
âHi baby,â YN started, pecking a kiss to his cheek sweetly, before turning her gaze to the girl in front of Harry. âOh! Iâm so sorry, that was so rude of me! Hi, Iâm Harryâs girlfriend, YN. And you areâŚ?âÂ
Blondie stared at YNâs outstretched hand in confusion, rolling her eyes and flipping her messy blonde hair over her shoulder, whacking YN in the face with the tips as she walked away. YN pulled a face of disgust, Harry immediately brushing her face off softly with his hand.
âFuckinâ bitch, thinks she can take yâfrom me,â YN muttered under her breath, quiet enough to the point that even Harry himself couldnât hear, which said a lot since they were practically telepathically connected.Â
âHm?â Harry questioned, but she didnât say a word.Â
âNothing, just crazy to think that these girls think they can get you without getting through me first, thatâs all.â She smiled up at Harry innocently.Â
He snorted. âI send my luck out to anyone who even ends up trying. Thank you for saving me, bub. I owe you, big time.âÂ
âJust take me home now. Can we watch a movie?âÂ
âAnything fâyou, Sweetheart.â
â 5
They didnât really like these galas.Â
To be honest, it wasnât really their scene and theyâd much rather be at Harryâs house, cuddled on the couch with her feet on his thighs, his fingers digging into the heels and soles of his feet mindlessly.Â
They were in matching outfits, a silky emerald dress hugging her body whilst also accentuating her curves. Harry was clad in a velvety dark green suit, a black button up buttoned to just the middle of his torso matching her black YSL purse that she got as a graduation gift from him (among many other things against her wishes). They walked into the event arm in arm which wasnât unusual for the pair. She tended to be his date to these once in a while events heâd agree to going to. The two had already walked in whispering and giggling about how they caught Glenne and Jeff sucking face in a darkened hallway near the entrance.Â
Harry found a couple of his friends heâd made while in the process of making the album, YN standing close to his side with a polite smile on her face. After a couple of minutes, sheâd become thirsty and, unnoticeably to anyone else, tapped her fingers on his forearm that her hand was hanging on. He looked to her, a soft but questioning smile on his face, and she scrunched her nose, clearing her throat to speak. ââM gonna get a drink, bub. Getting a little thirsty, do you want anything?âÂ
He shook his head, turning fully to face her. She unhook her hand from the crook of his arm, nodding toward the bar. âDâyou want me tâcome with you?âÂ
She shook her head no, already stepping back to move towards the bar. âIâll be okay, jusâ keep an eye on me in case I need saving, yeah?âÂ
âOf course, only have eyes fâyou anyway.â He unashamedly flirted, chuckling at the bashful look on her face, turning her gaze to anything but him to will away the blush begging to make itself known on her cheeks.Â
âCheeky boy, Iâll be back.â She smiled, shaking her head. He pulled her in a little, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before sending her away, following her figure with his eyes to ensure she was safe on the less than eight feet walk to the bar. Once assured she was there safely, he turned his gaze to his gaggle of friends, making small talk with them, nothing more than work and the weather. Heâd shared a couple of laughs before his brain made itself aware that his other half wasnât back to his side as quickly as it would normally take her, and he turned his head to look for his girlâ not his girl, butâ no, she was his girl. Theyâd both known it anyway.Â
His heart dropped to about his toes when he saw her turn her head too, a quick panicked glimmer in her eyes. He was unsure if he was reading her correctly, but when he kept his gaze trained on her for a little longer and watched as she gave him the same panicked look, he knew she was in trouble. She looked back forward, trying to be as polite as possible, and he excused himself from the group in the blink of an eye. Striding over as fast as his legs would allow, he slowed his pace down a little to not look suspicious to any onlookers. He found her quickly, her head turning once more, a now relieved and slightly amused look in her eyes. Clocking the creepy looking guy standing in front of her, he said fuck all to looking suspicious and picked up his pace once more.Â
He closed the distance between them quickly, pressing his front against her back gently, trying his best to not be overbearing. The heat radiating from his body automatically calmed her, feeling the way he let his arm snake around his waist to let his hand sit on the small space between her hip and her waist, a large tattooed hand resting on her tummy. She placed the drink onto the bar, laying her cold hand onto his warm one. He leaned towards her head, kissing her hair and humming when she leaned her head a bit into his lips.Â
âHi mâlove, whoâs this?â He asked while tilting his head down to look at her, finding her eyes to send her a message to go along with him. She looked up too, reading his eyes instantly and knowing what they were going to do. Just like they did at the house party, they were going to fake date for a little bit. This was him returning the favor.
âHi baby, this is Jack, Jack, this is my boyfriendâ um⌠Peter.â She giggled, not being able to think of a better name. âHe said that heâs Jeff Azoffâs personal assistant,â Looking toward the guy who shriveled into himself with fear, a smirk present her lips. Obviously they both knew that Jeff didnât have a male personal assistantâ Glenne had given the job to her friendâs daughter, and they were just as close with her as they were Glenne herself. âHe even said that heâs gotten to know Harry Styles quite well himself, also offered to take me to meet him after this event, isnât he so sweet?âÂ
Harry had to lift a hand to rub his lips to prevent himself from laughing. âOh yeah, darling, that would be wonderful. Think I can tag along with you? Iâm a huge fan, and would love to meet the guy. Tonight might not be the best, though, I heard heâs at a fancy event or something.âÂ
âOh, of course, baby, how could I forget? Could I have your phone? I could get Jackâs number so we can arrange something,â Turning to fully face Jack, she giggled a little at the way his complexion now was pale like he saw a ghost. The three of them knew heâd been caught in a lie. She felt the weight of his phone on her hand and pulled it up to her face, her face ID unlocking it instantly. âWhat was your number?âÂ
Jack stumbled over his words. âI- um⌠Uh- I justâ Forget it.â Scrambling away as fast as he could, the two laughed together as she turned in his hold. She moved her arm down to drop his phone back into his pocket. She wounded her arms back up to place her arms on his biceps, a satisfied smile on her lips.
âBoyfriend, huh?â He grinned, resting his chin on the top of her head when she dropped it onto his chest, a groan leaving her lips.
âYou started it!â She whined, lifting her head back up to meet his green eyes.
âI know, I know. Canât believe it took you a Rory imposter to call me yâboyfriend, though. Been waiting forever for that, really. Sounds pretty coming from yâlips, if Iâm honest.â A sigh tumbled from his lips, trying to subtly let her know what he was feeling.Â
âMe too. In our very own romance book, eh? Fake dating trope and all.â She giggled, lifting her arms to wound around his neck, obviously picking up on what he was putting down.
They were finally having their moment.Â
âGonna let me make it real, Sweetheart?â He whispered, ducking his head down to be level with hers.Â
âGod, hurry up with it will you? Been waiting for this since we were teenag- oh!â She was cut off by his lips on hers.Â
It was natural. Of course it was.Â
The way their lips met made her truly believe in the romance books she was just joking about not even a second ago. She could taste the sweetness from the cookies they snacked on in the car on the seams of his lips, softness from the chapstick he borrowed from her still moisturizing his lips. He could feel every dip and crevice in hers if he focused enoughâ as if he wasnât completely drowning in all of her. Her perfume, her hands on his neck, the taste of her lips.Â
Pulling away with a quiet smack, he grinned as widely as humanly possible, bunny teeth making its full appearance, as well as his dimples. He placed another sweet kiss to her nose, making her scrunch up her face.
âFuckinâ finally. So in love with you, sweet girl, mâbest friend.âÂ
âMm, love you, H.â
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The boy at the gala
Part two
Danny is not pleased. He was forced to go to this weird party thing with Vlad and heâs been to more exciting school assemblies.
Ever since Vlad adopted him its been conference after conference, party after party, and honestly Dannyâs tired of it.
Suddenly, multiple men with guns jumped through the windows, pulling Danny out of his thoughts.
âEveryone here, on the ground!â One of the men yelled, and everyone obliged, panicked.
At this point Danny was so bored, he obliged too.
A man with green hair and annoying clown makeup walked in, a shit eating grin on his face.
âWelcome, ladies and gentlemen!â Then he started monologing while all his annoying goons tied everyoneâs hands behind their backs.
He picked up a young girl by her arm and pointed a gun at her face, and thatâs when Danny was no longer bored, or annoyed, but pissed.
He stood up slowly, hearing a faint âDaniel, donât. Daniel, no.â From Vlad.
âWho are you?â
He felt all eyes on him as he continued walking.
âMânameâs Danny.â He said as he walked over slowly, hands still bound behind his back.
âOkay, Danny. Do you have a death wish?â The clown asked, looking annoyed.
âNo, but it seems you do.â He neared the clown, who dropped the little girl and doubled over, laughing.
Danny took advantage of this.
He then started sprinting, and threw his knee into the clownâs face. knocking him out with one blow.
âDaniel!â
The man fell backwards with blood seeping out of his, now broken, nose.
Danny also started laughing, âis this guy supposed to be scary? Iâve fought more dangerous grapes than him!â
He spun around to see everyone in shock, hostages, goons, everyone.
Then a man in a black suit with a yellow utility belt came in through the broken window, stopping as he saw what had happened.
âWhoâs he? Do I have to knock him out too?â Danny asked as the hostages erupted, yelling at him not to.
Vlad was now towering over him, glaring at him as if he had just committed a crime or something. He didnât.
âDaniel. Car. Now.â
âAlright, alright. This stupid party was just starting to get exciting though.â
They left the mansion after untying each otherâs hands, and Batman watched as the small boy walked reluctantly towards the car that belongs to Vlad Masters.
He watched as the boy turned around and mouthed the word:
help
And got into the car.
I might continue this, idk I just got bored tbh.
#teehee#bruce wayne#dpxdc#danny phantom#vlad plasmius#danny fenton#vlad masters#im so bored idk what this is#batman
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