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Tribute for the Dragon (7/18)
Pairing: Dragon|Sylus x Fem|Reader
Summary: You and Sylus exchange stories.
Content Warnings: Mention of past suicide attempt.
Length: 2k
Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (8)
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In the morning you went about making breakfast and found Sylus waiting there for you. You felt a bit ridiculous thinking back to last night and how Sylus had to carry you back to the room like you were a child. He seemed to do that a lot, carry you around. Always made you feel light as a feather too. No grunting or huffing, he just swept you up like you were an empty sack of flour.
âMorning,â he said.
âGood morning.â you came in and started cooking some breakfast. âSorry to make you carry me back to the room last night. I really tried staying up till you got back.â
âAnd why was it you were so insistent on waiting till I got back?â
âBecause I wanted to talk to you.â
âI gathered as much.â
You rolled your eyes. âI just wanted to apologize for going through your stuff and figure out where we stood. I know I crossed a boundary and poked my nose into something very personal to you.â
âIf weâre making apologies then I have to apologize too.â he said. âI scared you yesterday. Iâm sorry.â
âYou didnât--â
âI could smell it. Thereâs no use denying it.â
You squared your shoulders and turned to look at him. âI wasnât scared of you. I was more frightened about having been caught. Surprised really. Not scared.â
âIf you say so.â
âIf I was really scared of you wouldnât I be stinking up the place right now?â you divided up the food onto two plates and set one in front of him. âAlthough, I will admit it unsettled me seeing you angry like that.â
âIt shouldnât be a surprise that dragons have tempers.â
âBut Iâve yet to see it before yesterday. Youâre usually very level headed actually.â
âI never had reason to lose my temper before. I regret that you had to see that.â
You waved it off. âI think maybe we should think of it as getting to know more about each other. You promised that weâd do that today. Get to know one another.â
âI did say that.â he pushed the meat around on his plate. âAlright, ask whatever you wish.â
And just like that, it was as if the previous day had never happened. You fell back into easy conversation. The best conversation you had ever had with him in fact. Over the next several days you kept having great conversations.
You learned a lot about him in that time, much more in depth than what you had learned already. A lot of your questions had to revolve around dragons and their culture. It was fascinating to hear everything he knew and it gave you a better understanding about who you were living with. Some of the things he explained to you included him taking you into the hoard room and explaining why he was attracted to certain treasures and not others.
Apparently while dragons all had a taste for treasure, their hoards were actually rather diverse. Most liked gold but there were some dragons that dealt only in gems. There are sea dragons who sometimes only collect pearls for their hoards. Sylus was one of the dragons that was attracted to gold but primarily he was attracted to gold coins in particular. He couldnât explain why but the shape and plentifulness of it attracted him. Hoards could get cluttered with many large objects that get caught up in the mix and buried, by coins are small and can scatter. There is something in all the sameness he had said. That didnât mean he didnât like gems or the occasional other treasures but coins were his favorite.
He told you about dragon traditions, celebrations, species hierarchies, family dynamics, and special rites. You had never thought of dragons having traditions or parties before but it was nice to hear.
You liked especially when he told you about how hoarding worked in adolescent dragons, hatchlings is what he called them.
âHoarding is a kind of instinct for dragons.â Sylus explained. âWhen youâre a child you donât have the means to plunder castles and whatnot stealing treasure but you still want to collect something. So theyâll run around and collect little things like pinecones, feathers, bottles, that kind of thing.â
âDid you collect anything when you were a child?â you asked.
âNuts.â
âNuts?â
âAcorns. Walnuts. Chestnuts. Whatever I could get my hands on.â
You snorted. âAre you a dragon or a squirrel?â
âHar har, yes, I didnât get enough of those comments when I was little.â his tail poked you in the side. âIf you were a dragon as a kid what do you think you would have collected?â
âMe? Buttons.â
âButtons?â
âWhy not?â
âCertainly a new one. But it fits for you.â
In turn you told him about your own life. You told him about your childhood growing up with just your father in the village and how you had worked in his glass shop with him. You had pulled out the pendant your father had made for you before you left and showed it to him to see the kind of wonderful work he was capable of.
âItâs beautiful.â he held the charm up to the light. âWhat sort of flower is this?â
âItâs a moonflower, specifically a blood moonflower. Theyâre a rare breed of moonflower that grows in shades of red. Strangely enough theyâre also the only ones that arenât toxic.â you took the charm back, holding it close to your chest. âMy favorite story growing up was actually about the myth of the blood moon flower.â
âIâm afraid I donât know that one.â
âWant me to tell you?â
âSure. Tell me a story.â
âThere once was a little girl that lived in a small village. One day the village was attacked by foreign invaders and everything and everyone was lost, except for her. During the chaos of the attack she had ran as fast as her feet could carry her and went up into the mountains seeking protection.â
âWait, this sounds familiar. A girl whose village is under attack so she flees to the mountains searching for help. Where have I heard this before?â Sylus tapped his chin.
You rolled your eyes. âMay I continue?â
âGo ahead.â
âAnyway, the girl makes it to the mountain and starts to climb it. She climbs and climbs and climbs till her shoes have worn through and she has made it to the top. There she finds a huge empty nest with a patch of brilliant white moonflowers growing all around it. Inside the nest were dozens of huge feathers. The girl, being cold, decided to rest there and use the feathers as a blanket.
âThe next morning she awoke to find the giant bird whose nest she was resting in had returned. She feared that this would be her end but the bird saw the blanket of feathers surrounding the girl and mistook her for a baby bird.
âFor years the girl lived with the bird, eating the food the giant mama bird had brought and resting warmly under her feathered body during the long windy nights. All was well until one evening under the light of the full moon the mama bird had decided that it was time for the girl to leave the nest. The girl naturally did not know what to do since she was not an actual bird. She was liable to fall and die if she leapt from the nest.
âBut the mama bird kept on pushing and pushing, edging the girl out of the nest. Without any other options the girl took the feathers of her blanket in hand and held them tight. The sharp ends of the quills dug into her palms and blood seeped from her hands. The blood that fell from her hands landed on the white moonflowers around the nest and when they did it created magic. The girl stared out at the starry sky and wished with all her might, and she jumped. The moment she leapt her wish came true and the girl was turned into a bird and she flew off into the world.â
You looked back at Sylus, âAnd thatâs why blood moonflowers are red.â
âThat is a fascinating story. I do not think such magic is actually possible but it makes a nice tale.â
âWhether it was actually possible or not wasnât what I liked about it. I donât know why but I found it comforting. It made me believe that even in a world where Iâm backed into a corner thereâs another way out, another way to do things. I donât have to plummet, I might fly.â
âItâs a lovely message my little bird. Iâm afraid the tales dragons tell do not have such heartfelt meanings.â
âWhat kind of stories do dragons tell?â
âYou want to hear one?â
âYes.â you scooted closer. âPlease?â
âFine. Fine.â Sylus sighed. âI have a story for you.â
You smiled at him expectantly. Sylus cleared his throat and stared off into the distance. âThis story does not begin with a dragon. It actually starts with a human.â he said.
âA long time ago there was a human woman who had longed for a child. She went to every healer she could find but no matter what they tried, she remained barren. So, one day, she decided to seek out magic. Not just any magic, dragon magic. Said to be the most powerful of all.
âThe woman had come into their land hoping to steal some of their magic for herself so she could have her child. The dragons asked her what she was doing in their land and when she told them she came to humbly ask for their assistance, they saw through her deceit. She had not just wanted a child, she wanted a strong one. She longed to give birth to a warrior that would bring fame and glory to her familyâs name. That is why she truly came to the dragons.
âThe dragons decided to punish the woman with exactly what she wanted. The elder of the dragon tribe plucked a scale from their body and gave it to the woman. They told her to eat the scale and that the magic within would make her fertile. And so the woman ate the scale and returned home. Soon after she became pregnant.
âBecause she had eaten the scale though her pregnancy was no normal human birth. Instead of birthing a human child she had birthed a giant egg. She realized then that she had been cursed by the dragons and tried to destroy it, but the egg was too strong. Not with a hundred hammers could it be broken. So she abandoned the egg in the forest.
âThe egg was found by some passing dragons and taken back to their land. When it hatched though, what emerged was neither human nor dragon, but some monstrosity stuck in a crossroads between the two.â Sylusâs face twisted, loathing you had not seen before etched into the crease of his brow.
You wanted to reach out to him but you were scared heâd stop if you tried to comfort him.
âThe dragons could not abandon this thing because it was of their kin, but they did not embrace it either.â Sylus said, his hands balling into fists, âThe hatchling grew, neither a part of either world. So they decided to cut off their horns and their tail and go to live with the humans.
âFor a while life with the humans was good, until his horns and tail started to grow back. He was driven out again. From town to town he went, cutting off his horns and tail over and over. When scales started to grow along his arms he scraped them off too. What no one knew was that every time he cut off his horns and tail the appendages were sinking into the earth, causing the land to fallow. Soon word had spread of a silver haired boy that would bring famine to your land if allowed to remain. Village after village he was driven out.â
Sylus had gone quiet again. The rage had swelled but smoldered into ashes before it could erupt. When he spoke again, he sounded weak and tired. âOne day,â he muttered, âHe came to a great cliff. Feeling he had nowhere in this world, he jumped. He fell and he fellâŠthen, a pain exploded from his back. A pair of large webbed wings caught the air and he soared across the sky. Why it happened then he could not say but he thought perhaps it meant something. Perhaps there was a land yet that would accept him.â
For a long time neither of you said anything. Sylus was stone faced but the way his tail twitched from side to side let you know how he was really feeling. âThis is a story that dragons tell their children?â you asked, quietly.
âIt is.â
âIs it true?â
âWhat do you think?â
You lapsed back into silence. You looked him up and down, your eyes lingering on his horns. You brushed a hand through his hair. âDid it hurt?â
âWhat?â he looked at you out of the corner of his eye.
âYour horns. Maybe thatâs why theyâre so sensitive.â
He looked back out into the distance. âMaybe.â
You could not imagine what his childhood was like if that was what he had lived through. It was the most he had ever confided in you. You wanted to say something. Encourage him. Assure him. Tell him in no uncertain terms that he was not a monstrosity. You wanted to let him know that it broke your heart to hear what he had tried to do. You could not imagine being in so much pain and being so alone for so many years.
Words would not come. So instead, you pulled yourself into his lap and hugged him tight. His arms closed around you, holding you close to him. His tail even had curled around you, pushing you as close to him as you could get.
You didnât know how long you stayed like that but it did not feel at all long enough. One hug could not put all his broken pieces together. But maybe the fact that you embraced him at all let him know that he was not alone in this world. Not anymore.
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Illuminating ||
Jack Hughes x reader
-a ficsmas fic-
(not proof read)
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Jack likes to get pizza after a good game. Lately the Devils have been doing pretty decent, so Jack has been having cheat days
In fact Jack has been saying heâs done with the healthy life;
âIâm so done with those gross green smoothies.â
âso glad im not on that diet anymore.â
~
Tonight, the devils play the Canucks. If we lose we will get pizza, and if we win⊠we will get pizza. Tonight is a special night. Itâs the Hughes brawl.
âBabe!â I yell for Jack. Iâm making a green smoothie for him. Luke walks out of his room. âOoo. Nice.â He laughs.
âDo you want one?â I offer.
âHell yeah.â Luke takes the cup of green liquid that I set out for Jack. I really have no problem with it. I was going to make one for luke anyway.
âJack!â Luke screams for him.
âIâm coming Lukey.â He barked back.
Luke, ironically loves the green smoothies, apparently they "cut the junk food out of his system."
âTry it. Itâs sooo good.â Luke sips out again. He stumbles over a yoga block I was using for Pilates last night. âOops. Sorry Luke.â I laugh.
âItâs alright.â Luke snarls. He sits in a recliner in the small living room. He turns the TV on. âJack.â
âWhat.â Jack answered- in a âIâm annoyedâ kind of tone.
The Jersey house is always so chaotic. Luke always stretching and working out, or playing games on the living room set up. Jack doing whatever with Luke or causing trouble with me. I'm always in the room Jack and I share doing work. Sometimes late at night Luke screams in his room from playing Fortnite or watching a stupid play from the game before.
âRemember. Tonight Y/n and I are getting pizza.â Jack waves infront of Lukeâs face. Motioning to see if Luke is listening.
âYeah- alright- Jack! Jack! Move I canât see the screen.â Luke moves his head to see the cartoon thatâs playing. âYeah I got it! You two lovers are gonna go on a pizza date! Now move!â Luke hits jacks hand out of his face.
âOkay bye Lukey.â Jack laughs. He grabs my cold hand and takes me upstairs to our room.
Tonight, Iâm dropping the boys off at the rink, and Iâll be at home watching the live stream of the game. âI wish you could be there tonight.â Jack whines.
âI know. I know. Iâm sorry bubs. I just have to much writing to do for the meeting tomorrow.â
I work for a large company in the PR field. Im in charge of sales tonight.
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We're running a few minutes behind. Jack can't find his phone, Luke is in the car warming up and I'm calling Jack's phone to help my clumsy boyfriend find the stupid phone.
"Jack!" I yell from the door. Jack comes stroming down the stairs with a smile on his face.
He waves his hands up in the air. "Found it." he laughs. Jack runs out to the car and i zoom into the drivers seat.
~
Jack kisses me before jumping out of the car. Luke follows after, I wish them a goodluck and pop the back open for their gear, they set their bags off to the equipment manager and run inside.
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I did lots of my speech, and collected data. I look up at the tv screen. Jack scored the 6th goal against Vancouver. 3rd period is about to end and I jump into the car again. Luke is hitching a ride from Curtis, apparently Lazar was going to take Luke home and make him babysit while Curtis and his wife go out- not that I have Curtis yeh idea.
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âIâm so excited!!â Jack almost bursts out of his seat. The devils had an amazing win against the Canucks. Fortunately, this can make Jack really horny or really cuddly tonight.
Jack places his hands onto my thighs while I drive, Jack tells me directions to this new downtown place he never seen. âI donât understand why we couldnât just go to new York. Itâs only 15 minutes away.â I whined.
âBecause.â Jack responds. He plays with my hair and looks at me star struck. The starts shine in his eyes.
âLook of love huh.â I tease him a bit.
Jack blushed and halts his hands up. âStop!â He screamed.
I look at him lol heâs crazy. âI wa showing to! Itâs a stop sign.â I scoff. Annoyed but in love. I lower his hand and asked him to pony me to the next street.
âPark. We can walk. Please, itâll be fun. Like one of your stupid rom-coms.â Jack smiled maliciously.
~
After parking in the street I double checked that my car was locked and nothing valuable was in sight. Jack grabbed my hand. It was so pretty out. The dark sky hover over us, but the street lamps shine a pathway for us- even better the stars above us made a beautiful view. We looked so happy and proud of eachother. The trees a little dead. Snow on the ground. The cobblestone sidewalk getting slippery and slippery up the hill weâre walking on.
âRight here.â Jack motioned his head to the right of us.
Of course, hack has the sidewalk rule down. He is on the left side if the right sidewalk and weâre walking at a slow place so I can browse at all of the trinkets the stores have for show.
We walk into the pizza shop and it immediately gets warm, and smells like garlic and cheese. âHoly pizza galore.â Jack laughs, he pulls my closer. Iâm wearing low rider flared jeans, and a cute white sweater. Underneath I have a sexy lacy bralette and a black tank top to keep me warm. Jack has in his DREW hoodie and some grey sweatpants. I look cute, and he looks hobo-ish.
âDid you take-â
âYes baby. I took a shower after the game.â Jack finished my sentence. He pulls out his wallet, âwhat do you want?â He points at the menu.
âUmm. Pepperoni duo with the fries and bacon.â I whisper in his ear. I feel like a fat baby when I order. Thatâs something Jack admired. He loves that Iâm not scared to eat in front of him.
âHey!â He starts up with the owner, âyeah uh Iâd like two pepperoni pizza and the duo with the fries and bacon.â He hands the guy his card and pulls his wallet out to put his card away after.
My hand is on jacks back, âbabe.â I said under my breath. Letting Jack know that he needs to tip.
âRight.â He whips his wallet out again. He slides in $20 into the tip jar and we wait for our order.
~
We walk around for a good spot to eat. Our pizza is blazing hot, and our loaded fries are bubbling form the cheese and bacon. âHere.â I stop. There are some benches at the coast.
âLook at NYC.â We stare at the beautiful city across from us. âBeautiful.â Jack replies and he smiles at me.
âHow smooth.â I laugh and nudge Jack in the side. I kiss Jack on his warm lips. Jack pulls me into his lap. I sit in between his legs and my chest holds his food while mine are in my lap. We watch the stars and talk about life.
Jack puts his cold hands down my back to warm himself. My black tank top slides down as Jack slides his hands down my underclothes. âOhâ Jack mutters.
He lifts his chin up and kissed the top of my head. âHow beautiful.â He mutters. He feels the Victoria secret bra o have on. âHow beautifully done you are tonight.â He says in an old English accent.
I laugh and hold his other hand that isnât in my shirt.
He picks me up and kisses me. I feel his tounge deep through my lips, his soft overgrown stubble scratching at me. I pull him closer. My arms wrapped around his neck, Iâm on my tip toes as Jack pulls me up higher. Jack lifts me up all the way, he scoops under my ass. I hold in while Jack picks up our trash and walks over to the trash. My legs wrap around his torso. The stars illuminate above us, twinkling. Making this moment so special.
Just like the Rom-Coms we watch.
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We danced for hours under the moon. Then of course Luke asked if we could pick up some Chinese food for him and as the best future sister in law I stop Jack from kissing me more and grab Luke his stupid food.
#jocelynscrazyideas#hockey#nhl#new jersey devils#jack hughes#jack rowden hughes#luke hughes#nj devils#new jersey#jack hughes fluff#jack hughes imagine#jack hughes x y/n#jack hughes x reader
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A team of specialists from the universities of St Andrews, Reading, and Newcastle carried out the investigation of the site, which is a mound on Bodmin Moor, located in southwestern England. It consists of a rectangular bank of earth and stone formed with 56 standing stones, some measuring up to 1.8m, which are either leaning, recumbent or partially buried. Itâs protected by Historic England, which listed it as an early medieval animal pen from around 1000 AD. However, there had been some speculation that due to integrated standing stones, the mound was much older.
The team used a technique called optically stimulated luminescence, or OSL â the date the mound to the neolithic period making it around 5500 years old â 4000 years earlier than previously thought. OSL is used to date when sediment was last exposed to light, prior to burial.
#you say King Arthur and I'm in#apparently no one really knows why it's called that but whatevs#archaeology#arthurian legend#cornwall
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Jujutsu Kaisen asks many important questions such as: mentally healthy daughters that are happy but racist OR son that isnât racist but is so mentally unwell he rarely smiles and has no will to live
#thereâs something really funny about Geto conceptually having raised the kids in his care better than Gojo#for a bunch of reasons#like I get there are other factors#but the only drawback to being with Geto was apparently the racism#meanwhile Megumi and Tsumiki got whatever youâd call their lot#comedic fr#the Habaras seem to like Geto too meanwhile you already know Gojo hates that Megumi doesnât like acknowledging him#his own fault for being annoying but like. thatâs hilarious#Geto didn't even make the girls racist im pretty sure they're fine with human things so that's hardly a downside.#also funny in jjk is that the jujutsu society is corrupt and wants them dead but Gojo is the one who stays and follows the rules#while Geto is the one who left. but instead of it being for a good moral reason like youâd expect from early flashbacks#itâs because heâs decided to start killing humans#he couldâve just stuck to that first village but nah has to kill all the humans now#âsounds like a better plan than anyâ says man who hasnât slept in 3 days#Gojo stayed behind but also refused to do anything about criminal Geto indefinitely which is extra funny#why are they like that#jjk
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Reading up on the people on my election ballot and there's some combination of "can ANYONE tell me what their policies actually are???" (Specifically with the smaller offices) VS "Oh, so YOU'RE the reason why Indiana has an abortion ban! Duly noted!"
#speculation nation#there are 4 indiana justices with retention up for a vote (on my ballot at least) and 3 of them signed the abortion ban shit.#so guess who im going to vote against retention for :]#i know theyre not policy makers in the same way that the governer or whatever is#technically theyre just there to make judgement calls about what the law actually Is.#but. But. that doesnt change the fact that theyre the ones that signed the abortion ban into place.#So What if they didnt make the policy themselves? they still chose to steamroll opposition and put into place a ban from the early 1800s#indiana is among the 16 worst states for abortion now. thanks to these assholes.#And So. well apparently indiana's never successfully voted against retention for any of its justices#but Why Not Start Now? im fuckin pissed. a lot of people are fuckin pissed. and these 3 justices have got to go.#we dont get to vote for who takes their places but at least they MIGHT be justices that are willing to hear us out.#and regardless. i want to get back at them for it. :] so even if they Technically did their jobs. i want them Out.#anyways i went looking at the representatives and senate seats and the democratic nominees seem fine.#some of the smaller offices dont have democrats running. just republican or libertarian.#dear god help me im gonna be voting for a republican this election. just one.#specifically bc it's an office that doesnt have anything to do with politics. and the guy running against her seems uhhhh#like he really doesnt care for the position?? he just wanted to put libertarians in more view.#so im like. ok for this one we really should have the person who's already got experience with the job and actually Cares about it.#for some of the other ones... god i dont know. these were the ones who were awful about listing their policies.#might just not touch the county school shit at all. theres Nothing on these people online and i have no direct stake in this#man. many things to think about. i still got some time b4 im voting but i wanna be prepared.
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crazy how i have no one
#like yes i have my internet friends and i adore them ofc#but i have no fucking one irl#and i mean no one. my momâs side of the family is all dead and the other side is uber christian and doesnt give a fuck about us#i only have my brother#and i need help and support so horribly bad but i wasnt there for him when he needed me#so why the hell should he be there for me. he shouldnt#im going to have to rely on myself this time and i cant do that#i dont trust or believe in myself whatsoever#i think im fucking horrible and useless and repulsive#and idk how to be nice to myself bc ive never felt that and i dont know how to self soothe#i dont have the energy physically or mentally or emotionally to learn#and idk what to lean on anymore if i want to quit abusing substances#realized recently how much i do that.#and for how long. a decade. ive been acting like a 13 yo this whole time#idk how to move past and grow up. god i absolutely need to see my therapist again. if sheâll have me#i fear ill be rejected tho ive left and came back several times and last time she said âofc ill take you back youre my personâ#whatever that means. ive been an anomaly to every therapist/psych ive been to apparently they all mention how weird i am and how they cant#figure me out. like damn me too doc!#i want to email her so bad but i wont be able to see her until my insurance goes thru and i dont want to get free labor out of her if i dump#all the trauma ive sustained since i last saw her on her yw#but i want to get better i dont want to live like this anymore i cant do it#any of it#my coping mechanisms are all self destructive and i want to grow past that#but i need help and i dont have it. not really#whatever i guess. first step call and see wtfs going on w my insurance#i feel like i need help even for that . i feel so utterly incapable of everything snd i always have#i can do it. i can do it
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roommate's partially blind(?) female turtle keeps doing this today to elevate her basking game
#it's possible it's a mating thing but they're both very young and again she's female so. less likely to me than#that she was like 'oh sweet more rock im gonna be so tall' but im also not a turtle expert#note: this turns into a rant about these turtles' conditions like 4 tags in#ive never seen her do this before#also don't blame me for the tub setup roomie straight up Does Not Know what she's doing at all#im trying to nudge her into like. proper care and stuff right. and trying to make sure they don't die#and with some things it's more an issue of being able to get the proper supplies rather than not knowing#but i told her to get a bulb that. yk. actually gives off heat (again) and gave her an approximate wattage yesterday#and i found out today that she was planning on getting a regular light bulb witt that wattage#i had to explain to her that heat bulbs exist and you shouldn't like. pick a bulb not designed for heating To Heat just bc it has the same#wattage. head in my hands i want to keep this lighthearted but it's kind of extremely distressing to me tbqh#did she not research at all before getting them?? she's had them for at least a year how has she not wondered why her turtle's eyes don't#open??? etc???? and she just lets them chill in an open tupperware and though she chastises rascal for swatting at them#she's gone like 18 hours of the day so it's not like she's there to stop him#guhh my point is if she had these time/financial restraints beforehand it was really irresponsible to get all these pets#and then not fucking take care of them!!! if you can't get them incredibly basic necessities then hold off on taking on the responsibility#of another creature's life!!!!!!! thank you!!!!!!!!!!!#ugh i know firsthand how depression can fuck with pet care in some ugly ways but she Keeps getting pets#this was a three time mistake not a one time mistake and she seems so unbotherwd#and she's fine with dealing with the problems she just Does Not Notice Them because (afaict) she's just not paying attention or wondering#but i don't know?!!! i don't know. very conflicted feelings about my roommate to be honest#i was terrified to learn that she would be my roommate and im very Not Cool with the animal neglect thing#nor the fact that she's apparently cheating on her bf (she blames him ofc) but idek what to do or say about that#but she's also very friendly? it's a really weird dynamic. we're on good terms but i wouldn't call her a good person#arghhhh whatever. whatever. i have since moved top turtle (đ) off since i dunno if she could get down on her own#+ i dont want bottom turtle (đđ) to shake her off. shell or not im not risking it
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CUNNILINGUIST â s.jy (ft. p.sh)
Unfortunately for you, no man has ever given you some good head. Fortunately for you, your best friend is more annoyed by it than you are. Itâs just a favor, right? or the one where your best friend jake eats you out as a way to admit his own feelings for you, also, apparently sunghoon existing is an issue.
minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog to give bestie jake conflicting feelings
WORDCOUNTâ 16.1 k
PAIRINGâ jake x afab reader (ft. sunghoon)
CONTENTâ a lot of waiting, like to the point it even annoyed me, very fluffy stuff , typical best friends to fuck buddies to âactually, I had feelings this whole timeâ, jealousy, jake is whiny and needy when heâs horny, reader thinks itâs cute. angst if youâre a baby about it
OTHER CHARACTERSâ sunghoon as the mutual friend who bangs reader
NOTEâ this was originally written by me on my other blog [@/ncteez], if youâve read it before, thatâs why!
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tagsâ BIG DICKED BESTIE, pussy eating (he gets IN THERE), masturbation in the form of dry humping a mattress and then into his hand, finger fucking, cum eating, sunghoon hook up, morning sex, lazy fingering, lazy fuck, dirty talk , unprotected sex, awkward build up,raw grinding, no blowjob in sight sorry lmao, deep penetration, cream pie, kind of cum stuffing but like not entirely intentional, cheesy love stuffÂ
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âWhat? Again?â Jake says, leaning back against the couch with a groan and a smack to his own forehead.
âYeah, so basically he went down on me for less than a minute but expected me to, like, go long enough to âswallowâ or whatever.â You continue the story in a frustrated huff, shaking your head in self-pity.
Jake groans louder, leaning himself forward again and swiping his drink from your coffee table to take a long and thoughtful sip.Â
âHow many times is that, then?â He says between sips, glancing around the room as if heâs in deep thought. âI canât help but think you pick these kinds of guys on purpose at this point.â
You look at him in mock pain, grabbing his drink and taking your own thoughtful sip of it.
âI dunno, they always talk big game during phone sex and stuff. I figure eventually one of them will live up to it.â You drone on, internally marking your recent dateâs name off of your call-back list.Â
âBe honest with me, have you ever actually gotten good head? Like how would you know if theyâre bad if you have nothing good to compare them to?â Jake asks, letting you mindlessly drink his beverage.
Itâs not weird to be having these types of conversations with him, if at all, something would seem off if you didnât. Heâs the only person in your life that youâve ever felt this close to. At this point, you think heâd have to chase you down with a bloody hatchet for things to be awkward. Which isâŠkind of interesting, you guess.
âWell, I mean,â You think for a moment too long for his liking, but he gives you the space to finish your answer. âIt feels good and all but itâs not like Iâve ever gotten off by it.â
âCorrection ââ Jake starts, blinking right at you. âYouâve never been given the chance to get off on it.â His bright smile shows through his words, and youâre sure heâs mocking you at this point.
âYeah, yeah. Yada, yada. I have terrible taste in sexual partners but to be fair, itâs not like the pool is that big to choose from.â
He nods in agreement, humming as if to end the conversation and still watching you sip at his drink.
âWould you be opposed toââ He pauses, making eye contact with you. âYâknow, I could do it for you.â
You pause, nearly dropping his drink out of your hand but thankfully your grip actually tightens on it instead. You swallow as you look at him, searching his face to see if this is some kind of joke.
âJae-fucking-yun,â You deadpan, sitting his cup back down on your coffee table and leaning toward him, staring him down. âYouâd really do that, for me?â
You bat your eyelashes at him, mostly playing it off as a half-joke just to see if heâs fucking with you or not.Â
âHow else are you gonna experience it?âÂ
You stare him down harder.
âYou say that like youâre some sort of pussy-eating-god,â You narrow your eyes. âAre you?â
He shrugs casually with his little smile, leaning back on your couch and stretching his arms out. One of his hands lands behind your shoulder and you lean into it.Â
âIâd let you be the judge of that if youâre up for it.â
Finally, you decide that heâs definitely not joking and youâre definitely gonna do it because like, thatâs your best friend. Experiencing your firsts with him comes almost as naturally as walking. You had your first kiss with him, albeit it was a dare. You experienced your first concert with him, your first break up, your first failed exam, and even your first legal drink in a club. Whatâs so bad about letting him eat you out?
âRight now?â You ask, quirking your brow and tilting your head.
âNow, tomorrow, next week. Whenever.â He runs his hands through his hair as he says it and only now are you starting to really tune into his features that youâve already found handsome.
Day after day youâve seen him on this couch and in other states of dress without really thinking twice about how his lips would feel on you (despite that short first kiss). Youâve seen him kissing all up on other people, youâve seen him in the club with wet lips from alcohol, youâve seen him all messy and eating spaghetti at his parentâs houseâ but for some reason, his lips seem different now. His sleepy eyes seem different, his messy hair seems like something that should be tugged on, his fucking jawlineâÂ
âWhyâre you staring at me like that?â He looks at you up and down as if heâs judging. âYou wanna go right now?â
You nod slowly, letting the traces of any lusty thoughts youâve had about him in your life come to the front in waves. Then you quickly shake your head.
âWait, no,â You roll your eyes more at yourself than him. âI havenât showered since my date, maybe I should, uhâŠâ
âUh â yeah. Please do.â He grimaces, that same dopey smile coming back after a moment.Â
âFair.â You roll your eyes. âGonna go shower then.âÂ
Part of you wonders if like, heâs being totally legit. For all you know, youâll get out of the shower and heâll be too busy doing something else, or like, heâll go home or something. No hurt in seeing though.
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In the bathroom, you canât help the feeling in your chest at even the thought that this may be about to happen.
Excitement. Thatâs what you feel. Not because itâs Jake. Well, maybe a little bit because you wanna see what his tongue is all about but more so because youâre about to get some presumably good head.
You shower thoughtfully, cleaning every part of your body and feeling little goosebumps rise and fall with each sensation of your air conditioning snaking its way past your shower doors. When you get out, you lotion your body so youâre all nice and soft and brush your teeth just in case things go a little further. Youâre not expecting it to, but yâknow, nothing wrong with having fun if it comes to it.Â
After all, heâs doing you a favor by going down on you, the least you can do is smell good, be soft, and totally prepared for if he were to suggest more, right? Right. Anyway, youâre all showered up and opt to just let your hair do its own thing as you throw on your shirt and shorts. You ignore the panties at this point, because why not?
When you get back to the living room, Jake isnât there. Naturally, you check your bedroom and there he is, still his normal self and lounging against your headboard while flipping through videos on his phone.Â
âAnd sheâs back,â he comments, reaching a hand out as if to invite you to your own bed. âChange your mind yet?â
âNot even for a second,â you smile as you take a spot in front of him, your entire body facing him as you pull your knees up and lay your chin against your arms. âHave you?â
He seems to fall into a more serious tone now, locking his phone before tossing it to the side and flicking his eyes up to look at you, scanning your legs in the shorts.Â
âNo,â he chokes back, shocked to see straight between the gap of your shorts and actually lay eyes on the point of this whole situation for the first time. âAnd youâre not wearing anything under those shorts.â
You watch his face and the way it turns from your best friend into something youâve seen time and time again from men youâve gone home with. Itâs sexy on him though, for some reason.
âFigured Iâd save you the trouble?â
He smiles, now moving himself toward you and reaching a hand behind to cradle your head.Â
âLay back,â he says softly, in a voice youâve only heard a few times from him, âyou could have left the shorts off too though.â He adds with an even softer laugh.
For some reason, it makes you feel shy. His hand guiding you to lay back all while grabbing the pillow from behind him and placing it under your head so that youâre nice and comfortable. You watch him look at you and honestly, itâs in a way you canât remember him ever looking at you before. If this is how he looks at other women, you may be a little jealous.Â
It feels more intense right now than you thought it would.
âYouâre being weird.â You say offhandedly, looking away from him and trying to keep the heat from flushing to your cheeks.Â
âYouâre letting me eat you out, how am I being weird?â He leans up from you, putting two hands on your knees but still waiting for your eyes to meet his again. âYou want me to act like the other dudes? Dip my tongue in then wrap it up?â
You groan, rolling your eyes back to him and analyzing the way his big hands drape over your knees.Â
âOkay, fair.â You admit defeat, feeling his warm palms move down the back of your thighs and to your ass.Â
âLift up,â He says, quickly pulling the shorts off of you when you do as he asks.Â
âOhââ He gasps quietly. âDamn.â
He stares directly between your legs, bracing his hands back at your knees and spreading your legs a bit. He angles his head in different ways to really look at you, seemingly enamored with your pussy as a whole.Â
âLook whoâs staring now.â You chuckle, instinctively hiding your face from him despite knowing he isnât looking up at you.
âYeahâ I am,â he admits, now adjusting himself on the bed to lay down, his head easily slotting between your legs as he rests his chin on your lower belly and looks up at you. âYou can pull my hair or do whatever, Iâm just gonnaâŠlike, start I guess. Tell me if itâs something you donât like.â
As normal as this isnât, heâs speaking similar to how the two of you had taken on projects before. He typically takes the lead but offers you control more often than not. All you can do is nod at him, trying to comprehend that itâs your best friendâs head between your legs right now.
When he pulls his head back up with one last nod of confirmation, the first thing you feel is his fingers slipping up your folds, the other braced on your thigh and holding your legs open. You release a short sigh of relief at the feeling and he instantly smirks at it.Â
âI havenât even started yet,â He whispers, glancing up at you before fixing his eyes back on the expanse of your pussy. He uses his ring and pointer finger to spread your lips open, and the middle finger to rub against your hole only for a brief moment before he licks his lips and releases his own sigh of relief. âGod, Sunghoon would be so jealous right now.â
You look down at him, wanting to ask him what the fuck heâs talking about and why heâd bring up Sunghoon right now, but you find yourself staring at him instead. Breath caught in your throat with the way his eyes meet yours before letting his tongue hang from his mouth as if presenting it to you in a cheeky way.
Heâs so fast with it too, with the way he replaces his middle finger with his tensed tongue, forcing you to swallow your words and hold your breath even more. You can feel him lick and nibble against each of your lips before moving inward, flattening his tongue to lick one long, languid, and wet stripe up until meeting your clit.Â
He wraps his lips around it, sucking once, hard, before releasing it and pulling back to look at you.
âThis okay?â
Goddamn him for making you have to talk right now. Youâre still trying to comprehend the fact that he said Sunghoon, fucking Sunghoon of all people would be jealous that heâs doing this right now. Thatâs definitely a question for later, because yeah, itâs fucking okay.Â
More than okay.Â
You nod to him, throwing your arm over your eyes and instinctively bucking your hips up towards his hovering mouth.Â
âOh, that was hot,â He groans out his compliment, watching the way you hide your face before he pulls his eyes back down and uses his fingers to spread your pussy open wider, enough to see your hole pulsate when he dips down to blow against it, âI can see how wet youâre getting, Is it because of me or is it just because someone is playing with your pussy?â
You half groan half moan at that, mostly because hearing these words from him is something that feels entirely too sexual. As if he hasnât already tasted you, as if youâre not spread out by his fingers right now. You ignore his words, yet, your brain holds onto them with white knuckles and your hips buck toward him again.
âNot a talker, got it.â He notes, watching your hips chase his breath.Â
He watches for much longer than youâd like for him to, and youâre about to lift up and accuse him of being just like the other guys but he shuts your thoughts off so fucking fast when you feel his lips on you again.Â
His tongue explores every part of you, licking and sucking against areas you didnât even know would feel good until his mouth lands against your clit again. This time, you canât help it, you grind up and he hums at it as he braces your legs open just enough to skew his head and move his tongue back down.Â
Heâs slurping. Lost in the moment as he does it. Tasting you in full and getting a warm, pleasant feeling each time your legs try to close and your hips buck up for more. HeâŠcanât believe this is finally happening. Fucking finally.
Unsure if youâd let him, he tries anyway. He stiffens his tongue, circling your hole before pressing just a bit, giving you just enough pressure that you feel frustrated. So frustrated that youâre the one who ends up finishing his attempt at something new. You reach down and lace your fingers in his hair, and let out a soft, needy little moan for him.Â
That sound forces one from his chest too, he canât help it, really. With the way youâre grabbing his hair and holding his head in place, pressing yourself against his mouth so much harder than before. Ah, he really, really loves doing this for you.Â
To think any man would already be done? To think anyone could like, not wanna eat you out? Insanity. Stupid, stupid fucking men.
He can taste how wet you are now, truly taste it as he stretches your hole as much as he can with his tongue and another groan of his own. Itâs probably embarrassing, truly, but he doesnât care.Â
Both of you are moaning at this point as you hold his head in place and grind your hips harder than you think you are. He loves it, you love it. So much that you really are barely comprehending that your best friend could do this the whole time?! And never told you until now?!
Jake is just as drunk on the moment as you are though. Totally lost in the scent and taste of you as he continues to lap away, constantly trying to prove that you can and will get off from his mouth alone. And honestly? Itâs at the point that he figures he can use his fingers now too considering you let him spread you open with his tongue. Whatâs a little more gonna hurt, anyway?
The taste of you alone has him in heaven, cursing any man who didnât take advantage of your pussy against their mouth. He can easily slip a finger into a hole this wet and needy, gasping in awe before glancing up at you.Â
God, the way you immediately ride his finger, no huff or sound of irritation that heâs pulled his tongue back now. Your face. Fuck.Â
He watches as you shamelessly chase the small amount of pleasure he can offer in terms of just head and fingering. He can imagine how hot youâd be without that shirt on, with your legs around his hips, with your mouth wrapped around him. You look blissed out, soaking his finger and keeping your hand in his hair, mindlessly grabbing and scratching at him.Â
Making quick work, he goes back for your clit, circling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and noticing how you ride his finger harder. He canât help but smirk against you when you do it either.Â
The movement of your hips constantly humping against him is enough, and he canât help but groan at the sound of your slick squelching out of you and warming his chin, he canât fucking help but grind his own hips forward when you act like this. His cock is so painfully hard for you right now, at the taste of you, that all he can do is chase the mattress beneath him. Tensing his muscles and moaning against your clit shamelessly at the jolts of pleasure he gets from it.Â
He slips another finger in with ease, feeling how much wetter youâve gotten in the way the slide is filthy and audible. You groan out at that too, feeling his tongue flick relentlessly against your clit and only now moving your free hand from your face and trailing to your stomach.Â
You canât even talk, so you donât. You lift your shirt up until you can at least rub against your nipples, just to heighten the pleasure your best friend is so graciously giving you.
His eyes roll back when you do that, only to fall back on you and get a frustrated grunt from him. Heâs a bit annoyed that the shirt is still covering you despite your hand under it, fondling yourself. Heâs thinking with his cock, so fucking aroused that he doesnât think twice when he aggressively lifts your shirt up to your chin and watches the way your fingers poke and prod at yourself.
He inhales a sharp breath at the image, and his hips fuck harder against the mattress at that. His fingers speed up and now heâs focused. You feel him all over you from the waist down, his tongue flicking and lips sucking against your swollen clit, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you, your fingers heightening those sensations by playing with your own titsâ then, oh, then you notice.Â
Jake, youâre best fucking friend, is so goddamn horny that heâs dry humping against your bed and whining out moans against your clit. Probably to avoid asking for more, to avoid making you feel obligated to get him off too, to avoid anything you may not want or consent to. And thatâs why heâs your best friend.
It doesnât take long after that, your hips come to a stop as you watch him get himself off all while getting you off, and you find your orgasm bubbling up much faster than if youâd have imagined solely because of the image in front of you.
âJake, youâre fucking whining.â You groan almost as needy as he does, rolling your hips up in a stutter.Â
He was almost gonna stop, because yeah, he is whining. Gasping for air but only tasting you, only swallowing up the moans you give to him, only inhaling the dull scent of the fruity soap you used when you showered. But, you moan louder after you say that. You like it. You like seeing him act so desperate. So he continues, shamefully reaching one of his hands between himself and the bed and quickly shoving it down his pants, circling around his cock and continuing to fuck into it.Â
If he thinks hard enough, youâre what heâs fucking right now, and technically, he is. With his fingers and mouth at least. When your hips stutter more, he fucks harder against his hand and holds his fingers inside of you as deep as he can get them. There, he sucks against your clit until youâre the one whining louder.Â
Youâre shocked at how quickly youâre getting off. Releasing a splash against him in a breathy, choked up sob. Nearly squeezing his head between your thighs to the point he almost misses the way you breathe out strings of praises toward him. But he hears them.Â
He definitely heard you say that he looks sexy with your hand in his hair, and god, did he ride off of the fact that you encouraged him to get off with you. Regardless of if you knew if he could or not, regardless of if you knew his hand was providing just enough pleasure for him to do just that.Â
There, as your orgasm subsides with his tongue still flicking your sensitive clit, you watch him writhe his hips against your mattress, his eyes slammed shut, and his breath coming out in pornographic moans. So this is what Jake looks like when he cums. Itâs desperate, but somehow, it feels passionate too.
Youâre all dazed after the fact, pussy pulsing and tingling from the loss of his lips and fingers once he pulls back and lays against your bed with a lazy smile. His pants are uncomfortable, but he doesnât mind as he wipes his hand across his shirt and watches the way you catch your breath.Â
âSo,â He tries to say, clearing his throat. âIâ umâ hope thatâs what you needed?â
Youâre shy. Youâre never fucking shy, especially towards Jake, but god.Â
âUm, yeah,â you sigh out, lifting from the bed and looking back at him. Part of you wondering if thatâs what itâs supposed to be like when someone gives you good head, or if thatâs justâŠwhat itâs like when Jake gives head.
For some reason, you genuinely donât think another man would ever eat you out to that level again. Thereâs no way, based on experience.Â
âIt was definitely what I needed.âÂ
He nods in a shy way, reminding himself that his pants are fucking nasty right now. So, he goes to stand up and extends a hand out to you.Â
âLetâs go clean up.âÂ
You shake your head, not at all wanting to move from this bed. He nods again, pulling your shirt back down for you and leaning to look at you.Â
âIâm gonna bring you something to clean up with, and Iâm gonna shower.â
You smile at him, a bit dazed as you make yourself comfortable on your messy sheets as you think hard about the fact that this dopey motherfucker really never told you how good he was at this? Rude.
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Jake looks all proud of himself when he comes back to your room and cuddles into bed with you much like he always has.Â
âI didnât expect to sleep over, I have work in the morning.â He whispers in a rasp against your back, curling around you like the perfect big spoon.Â
Youâre quick to turn on his work alarm on your phone, like you always do when he crashes during weeknights. Because, what best friend doesnât have alarms set for each other anyway?
After a few more long moments of silence, you try to talk. Mostly because your brain is swimming with the fact that, like, youâre not sure but itâs justâ wow.Â
âHey, umââ
âHmm?â He hums out in a sleep-heavy voice.
âDid you actually enjoy doing that?â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.â His sudden louder voice causes you to jump, but you relax back into his gasp.Â
âOh,â You think hard. âIs this gonna change stuff between us?â
âProbably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.â He responds with mock-confidence, shifting a bit and hugging you closer to him, as if to hide the way heâs trying to make this sound like a joke. For his own comfort, really.
You smile.
âAnd donât tell other dudes my secrets.â He adds.
âI won't.â
Jake has his own smile from behind you, wondering if he really is just that good at eating pussy. The truth is, heâs done it a handful of times but he was just really really interested in doing it for you. ForâŠreasons.
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âHey, um,â
âHmm?â Jake hummed out in a sleep-heavy voice.
âDid you actually enjoy doing that for me?â
âAre you fucking kidding me? I literally came in my pants.â He responded in a sudden, louder voice.Â
âOh,â You think hard. âIs this gonna change stuff between us?â
âProbably, but not in like, a bad way. More like in the can-i-eat-you-out-all-the-time-way.âÂ
You remember the conversation that happened after he went down on you like it was yesterday, and heâs a goddamn liar. Nothing changed in your friendship with him, and he certainly doesnât ask to eat you out all the time either. If anything, youâve felt disappointed time and time again with the aftermath of that night.
Itâs weighing on you in a strange way. At first, the weeks following the first and apparently, only time Jake went down on you, you almost expected him to ask for a repeat. You wanted to return the favor. You wanted him to ask but he never did. Even when he came over to hang out, even when you tried to lay down hints.
Nothing changed.
In fact, he doesnât even talk about it. He doesnât look at you as if heâs tasted you, and he doesnât act like he came in his palm against your bed, right in front of you. Heâs justâŠJake. Sweet, caring, aloof, Jake. And youâre just you. Except you want to be someone else at this point. Someone that he does feel differently around after that.
Maybe you werenât a memorable event for him when it comes to intimacy. Maybe he prefers to pretend it never happened? Maybe he was really just doing you a favor and intending for it to never go past the initial act. Even with his sweet words after the fact. Maybe, that was just to reassure you so it wouldnât be awkward.Â
Youâre a version of you who wants to know what the fuck heâs thinking about. Did it taste bad? Did he get cold feet about it all? Arguably, if things did get weird after what happened, youâd feel more comfortable than you do with the situation as it stands.Â
It is weird now, but only because itâs not weird for him.Â
Even now, as you lay across the same bed where he had his head nestled between your legs, you can almost feel the tingle of what it felt like. The way his hair tickled your thighs, and the way his fingers laid against the flesh of your legs. The sun is beaming in through your windows and it still doesnât feel as warm as it did when he cuddled against you that night. Itâs been weeks and your heart is sick for him by this point. Sick with confusion, angst, lust, maybe even love if you think hard enough.Â
You miss him a lot more than before as you throw your hand up to your face in a gentle slap as if to knock yourself out of it. This is insane. Every day you wake up feeling this way, thinking of him, and where you stand with him. It wasnât like this at first, you truly expected him to come back for more and now youâre just sitting here with a loop of reasons as to why he never did.Â
Insane. Youâve gotten head from so many people and didnât think twice about them the next day, Jake is different though. You knew he would be too.
Why is Jake any different? Why do you miss him so badly right now? Why couldnât he pick up on it either? Even worse, why do you feel like doing that with him was a mistake?
Heâs with his parents for the weekend, and youâre here still thinking about shit that should have been released with your orgasm.Â
You havenât gone on any dates since that day, you havenât met up with any one other than him to hang out, and at this point youâre starting to feel a little pathetic for falling in so deep. Itâs entirely one sided, he makes that very clear.
So, naturally, you hop up with the confidence of a damn lion and decide that today, it ends. You will stop making it weird between the two of you, if he has even noticed anyway. Youâre gonna get dressed, look hot as fuck, and sit on your couch swiping left and right until you find a hot piece of man thatâs willing to take you out tonight.
Thatâs when something dawns on you. You remember Jake briefly mentioning Sunghoon to you, which seemed more like an implication if anything at the time.Â
Why would Sunghoon be jealous of what happened? You can admit to being attracted to him but itâs not like the two of you hang out often or anything, and itâs also kind of a rule for yourself that you donât fuck within the friendgroup. Jake was an exception, solely because thatâs your best friend. Or, well, was your best friend.Â
Now though? Who cares about these little rules you create for yourself? You need a confidence boost. You need your mind to be taken off of this little spiral you keep falling into. Most of all, you need to be proven wrong that you can still get off without it being him.Â
So, texting Sunghoon? Easy.Â
Thankfully, Sunghoon texting you back at lightning speed seemed even easier for him.Â
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Well, Sunghoon sure did a great job at getting your mind off of Jake for the past couple of hours.Â
You lay here in his bed, feeling your body tingle from the sensation of just how well he lived up to the promise of a good time. For hours he touched you, licked against you, fucked you. And yeah, you did fucking enjoy it.Â
But why now? Why did you only just decide to give Sunghoon a shot? Why are you lying in his bed, with his heavy arms thrown across you as he snores gently behind you, feeling the need to cry? Why do you wish it was Jake, your best friend who seemed so eager to please and then suddenly leaped ten feet back as if he never suggested it in the first place?Â
Your brain is confused despite your body relaxing itself from the state of bliss you were able to experience. You really did enjoy this time with Sunghoon and think that maybe, if you continue to make late night visits to him, the need for your best friend will weaken in time.Â
God, if only Jake would just talk about it.
And you fall asleep thinking about that. About how youâve let your feelings weaken you to the point that itâs genuinely hard to enjoy being pleasured by someone who actually has the capability.Â
And, well, you wake up much the same, except Sunghoon was quite quick with his fingers upon waking up himself. Showing you that even if the person you want doesnât have a thing to do with you, he sure does.Â
âGood morning,â He rasps in a sleepy voice, fingers already traveling down your stomach as he hugs up against you from behind. âGlad you finally came through for me.âÂ
You quirk a brow. Right, Jake is the whole reason you're here. If not for mentioning him, at least.
âI finally came through?â You chuckle, your body jolting at the ticklish sensation of his lips brushing the back of your neck. âYou knew I was single, why didnât you call me?âÂ
You feel a harsher kiss against your neck, and his fingers only travel further down now.Â
âBro code.â He whispers, dipping his fingers between your still naked thighs. âIâm not overstepping if youâre the one asking for it.â He slides his fingers gently back and forth between your legs, trying to work you up. âAnd you did.âÂ
You think hard about that. Bro code, overstepping limits, not coming onto someone unless they do first solely because someone must have asked him not to. And youâd think even harder about who that someone might be, but instead your brain is quickly thrown into the morning sex routine Sunghoon must offer to all of his lovers.Â
You enjoy it too, the small moments of bliss where youâre not in your head about what you could have possibly done wrong with Jake for you to end up feeling this way. Itâs a brief moment of numbness though, feeling his fingers pleasure you gently can only do so much to quiet your thoughts.Â
âAre you saying one of your friends had dibs on me or something?â You laugh in a half-joke, arching your back to rub your ass up and against the bigger and warmer man behind you.Â
âYou could say that, Iâm assuming he missed his chance thoughââ Sunghoon whispers snidely, now satisfied with how you already drip for him and sliding one of his fingers into you. His other hand, being used to hike one of your legs up and against his hip to open you up for him. âYou wouldnât be here doing this if he didnât.âÂ
You clench around his finger unintentionally, pretending you donât know who youâre both referring to. Mostly because thereâs no way in hell itâs your best friend, seeing as how heâs acting like you donât exist outside of platonic friendship with him. Then again, who else could it be? Jay? Heeseung? Fucking Jungwon? As fucking if.Â
âI guess he did miss his chanceââ You breathe, now allowing yourself to give into the lazy and slow pleasure being offered. âDeeper.âÂ
And he listens. Sunghoon goes deeper and deeper with one finger, then two, then three, up until you slip his fingers out of you and plead through your body to have more. Deeper still, holding you from behind, plunging in as if to intentionally fuck the confusion out of you. As if to, maybe, prove that Jake isnât the only man who can please you now.Â
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When you eventually find yourself walking through your front door, you do feel better. Sunghoon did have some type of capability to make you feel as desired as Jake did. After all, itâs not often that you sleep over with a man, better yet get fucked again as soon as you wake up with him.Â
Even so, you know Jake will be back tomorrow, wanting to hang out yet again as if nothing happened. Thankfully, with Sunghoon around, maybe you can pretend alongside him. Maybe even forget it ever happened.Â
You can argue that for the first time, youâre even a bit annoyed when you see his name pop up in your notifications with a call as if youâre not right in the middle of texting Sunghoon. Itâs not that you were trying to go back over to his house or anything, but man, he sure is trying to get you to come back for a third round already.Â
Maybe you just like when people are eager to please you, or maybe you donât like to feel as if youâre the one chasing another person. Still, you answer Jake, seemingly releasing all of this resentment youâve built up for him in an instant.Â
âWhat?â You huff into the phone, feeling it vibrate with another text from Sunghoon and wanting nothing more than to see what his fourth reason would be for you to come over not even two hours after you left.Â
âWhat?â Jake responds in confusion to you. âWhat do you mean âwhatâ?âÂ
âI mean what do you want? Iâm busy.â You huff again with a roll of your eyes, flopping back on your bed.Â
âOh god, something happened.â Jake groans, though he was simply calling you because he missed your voice. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNo, not really. Was just trying to figure out what Iâm doing tonight when you rudely interrupted me.âÂ
Something is off, Jake can feel it. Your voice has a bite to it, one that feels like youâre mad at him. Not to mention, he knows what you mean when you say youâre trying to find something to do for the night. He tries to reserve his feelings though, despite wanting that something to be him.Â
âOh, I know thereâs an event at one of the clubs downtown tonight I think. Jay mentioned itââ He pauses briefly to hear another annoyed breath from you. âYouâre not gonna go with him?âÂ
âNah,â You wave off dismissively. âI think Iâm just gonna go hang out with Sunghoon.âÂ
You donât notice at all the brief and panicked silence for a solid second and a half before Jake reacts.
âWait, what?â He says quickly after managing to process those words, trying not to sound as panicked as he knows he feels. âSunghoon? Why?!âÂ
God, he knew he shouldnât have said anything about Sunghoon that day, but his confidence was overflowing and he couldnât help but boast at the time. Itâs come back to shoot him in the dick, knowing full well that Sunghoon has been trying to get you into bed since he fucking met you. Hearing you ask for him in this context is something that makes his blood run cold.Â
âRelax, I was with him last night. Itâs kind of like, maybe gonna be a normal thing now.âÂ
You refuse to pick up on Jakeâs tone. He had all the time in the world to make you feel something other than confusion, and this is just fucking petty at this point. He clearly doesnât want to have anything with you, so why in the hell should you just sit around hoping? Waiting?Â
âSunghoon? You want to fuck Sunghoon?â He asks in a lower tone, trying to convince himself that he has to be mishearing you. You can hear him shuffle around and close a door behind him, showing that he doesnât want his parents to hear him. But the frustration showing blatantly in his voice is somehowâŠsatisfying.Â
âI already did. I figured he would show me a good time since no one else can, and he did.â You shrug with slight disobedience. Resentment bubbling up in your gut to the extent that you almost want to grill him for having any type of opinion about it.Â
Jake hangs on those words for a second. âSince no one else can.âÂ
He really thought he was the one who could do it for you.Â
âYeah, butââ Jake starts, feeling like a child almost in the way he protests despite not being in a position to have a say in who you sleep with. âYou know what? Nevermind. Do what you want.â He adds blankly, hanging up before you can get another word in.Â
Honestly, he doesnât know what heâs doing wrong because you acted like he was fully capable of doing everything right. Hanging out with him consistently after the fact, not making it weird, flirting with him, asking him to sleep over.Â
He wasnât sure if he should ask you for more or if he should ask you to be his girlfriend first. The whole reason heâs with his parents right now is because he felt the need to run home to his Mom for girl advice. Embarrassing? Yes, but he really wanted to do things right. He cares about you.Â
He needed just one single weekend away, and the second heâs gone youâre out fucking other dudes? Fucking Sunghoon?Â
By now, that asshole is probably feeling like heâs on top of the world for getting to touch you. Not even he has done what Sunghoon managed to do with you by now and he canât help but feel pissed about it.Â
Whether youâre his or not, Sunghoon never should have been a fucking option.Â
So, he calls you right back, pushing back the feeling of how pathetic it seems considering heâs the one who hung up on you. Then, when you donât pick up, he immediately feels his stomach drop.Â
You must be talking to Sunghoon, you must be setting up a time and place to meet with him. And Jake has heard that Sunghoon knows how to fuck. Other people have said heâs good in bed. Surely, if youâve already been with him once and youâre still wanting to go back to him, those other people werenât lying.Â
To Jake, it feels like heâs losing you to his own friend with each passing second, and itâs weighing so heavy that spamming your phone with calls to interrupt whatever it is youâre doing right now feels like the right thing to do. In fact, it feels like it is the best thing in the world to do.Â
He calls again. You donât answer.
Again.
âWhat?!â You answer, annoyed.Â
âWhy would you even want Sunghoon?! Is he really that much better than I am?â He doesnât think before he says it, because if he did, he wouldnât have been able to say it at all.Â
Itâs his turn to experience that awkward silence because in all fairness, you donât know how to respond to that. You feel annoyed now, you feel confused and quite frankly, blind sided. Since when did he care?Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? You came onto me once and then never followed up.â You dead-pan at yourself in the mirror across your bedroom, speaking into the phone with a voice that seems scolding. âI donât see why youâre mad that Iâm hanging out with Sunghoon. We arenât dating, Jake.â
âSince when? Who said I didnât want to do it again?â Jake argues back in a whispered voice, showing you that he still canât be as loud as heâd like to be. He chooses to ignore that last sentence though, pretending as if it doesnât strike him in the center of the heart.Â
âNobody! Thatâs the thing, you havenât said anything about it. Not that you want to, not that you donât. Youâre just being you and itâs driving me up a fucking wall.â
Pause.
âYouâre mad because I didnât make it weird?â Itâs like his brain clicks.Â
âPretending it didnât happen somehow makes it worse.â You lower your voice, ignoring the string of texts Sunghoon is sending you and listening closely to what Jake might say next. Your heart is racing through this hushed argument, and it feels good to admit that you kept thinking about it, even if he hasnât.
âI wasnât pretending that it didnât happen,â He pinches the bridge of his nose with a sigh. âI just wasn't sure what the next step was.â
Youâre fucking appalled.
âJake, I have been flirting with you since it happened because I couldnât stop thinking about it. Youâre the one who didnât make any moves, so I figured you wanted it to end there.â You sigh loudly, but somehow feel a bit lighter. âDo you have any idea how that fucked with my confidence?â
Jake sighs along with you on the other end of the line.Â
âThatâs why I was annoyed earlier, and thatâs why Iâm going to Sunghoonâs tonight.â
âWhat?â Jakeâs voice raises a bit higher. âStill?!âÂ
Itâs the fact that heâs trying to explain himself. Had he known that you were confused by his lack of, um, touching you, he would have done it every day since it happened! Yet, youâre still considering Sunghoon an option? Knife to the heart, honestly.Â
Or maybe heâs not being clear enough with you about this.Â
You, on the other hand, nod your head as you hum a confirmation to him, smiling and wondering if this conversation will turn into an event that would, perhaps, have you cancel the hook-up with Sunghoon.
âWhy? Are you jealous?â You pry.
âYou really called him, and now Iâm just sitting here in my old room trying to find a way to get to you before he doesâŠ.again.â An inhale. â Yes! Iâm fucking jealous!âÂ
You remain silent, trying to pretend that your pettiness isnât solely to confirm what he seems to be implying to you. Then, an unintentional chuckle leaves your lips.Â
âWhy are you laughing?!â His voice is raised again, and he doesnât seem to stop spilling what he needs to say. âI wanted to do that for you for years and you somehow still didnât know?â He pauses. âI always made it weird between us, what? You thought I treated all of my friends like that?â
You just listen, feeling your heart beat in time with each word he speaks. Strings of sentences like, âIâm going to kick his ass.â and âYou thought Iâd just eat you out as a friend?! Youâre insane.â and âI would have come home last night if you wanted to feel good so badly, why did you have to go see him, of all people?âÂ
The confirmation of Jake being the friend who forbade Sunghoon from making a move on you is right there, clear as day.Â
âAh, so the Jake I know isnât the Jake everyone else knows?â You respond, trying to force the tingling feeling in your gut to calm itself. Hearing him be so blatant to you has your heart doing flips, and itâs not an easy task to make it stop.
âOf-fucking-course not!â He rolls his eyes, you can definitely tell. âYou had me wrapped around your pinky from day one.â
âAnd you really thought that, with the way you seemed so uninterestedââ You pause, processing his words. âI would have asked you to come home from your parentâs house to get me off? For what? Funsies? You thought I'd be brave enough or selfish enough to ask such a thing?âÂ
Jake sighs deeply, seemingly fed up with the situation.Â
âIt wouldnât be because you are selfish.â He breathes out, almost angrily. âAnd for the last time, Iâm not uninterested. I was just trying to do things right. I donât just want to fuck you, you know.âÂ
âAnd you didnât think to tell me until weeks after you ate me out?â You smile harder, trying to contain the heat flushing over your cheeks. âUntil after I thought I had a pH imbalance and maybe you were just grossed out by me?!âÂ
âIâm genuinely shocked you didnât know already. Made me think you werenât interested enough to likeââ He pauses, not wanting to be too telling. âI guess waiting and being polite isnât really your style. I should have known that though.â
You let him continue, because you can tell heâs simply taking breaths and small pauses to figure out how to express his thoughts to you.Â
âYou canât tell me that over the years, you never once noticed how often I stared at you.â He lowers his voice again, softening it to an extent that you actually feel the butterflies fly from your belly to your chest.Â
âThe fact that I jumped in head first and offered to do that for you? I didnât think I had to tell you at this pointâŠâHe breathes out a chuckle through the line this time. âAnd for the record, I couldnât get enough of it. I was just trying to likeâ I donât know.â
You listen to him breathe deeply, again.Â
âI didnât want you to think I was in it just for the sex, I guess.â
There. There it is. Youâre nearly kicking your feet, feeling him confirm feelings and erase any hint of doubt within you. Despite never truly noticing that he treats you differently compared to his other friends, despite never thinking too hard about the way he looks at you.Â
âYou acted like it wasnât a big deal, Jake. Iâm not joking. If thatâs how you act when you like someone, you shouldnât blame me for not noticing.â
âI literally tongue fucked you.â He dead-pans. âFriends donât just do that.â
âI thought we were friends who could do that.â You argue. âBut I guess youâre not quite looking to just remain friends, are you?âÂ
âNo,â Jake sighs. âMom told me I needed to take you out on some extravagant date and express my undying love for you with a handful of red roses, but I guess this is just how itâs gonna be. After all, this is you.âÂ
âAnd this is you.â You confirm.Â
âI was going to come home tomorrow and try to lie our way to the restaurant, which I still can, if you want. You kind of fucked up my plan though.âÂ
You pause at his words, suddenly feeling like shit for not realizing sooner. In your defense though, if he really did like you from day one, you didnât exactly have a chance to see how he would have acted without feelings. The Jake you know is your best friend, and someone you trusted with everything, you thought he treated everyone as well as he treated you. Thatâs why, when he didnât change, you couldnât read him anymore.Â
Then again, all of this could have been fucking avoided if he had just voiced it to you.Â
âRomance is dead and itâs your fault.â Jake tries to joke, his soft tone somehow coming out even softer as he waits for some type of response from you.Â
âSo, are we done fighting?â You ask meekly, tapping your finger against your phone and looking up at the ceiling with a smile that by now, you canât escape. âSince youâve just expressed your undying love for me and I very much wouldnât mind going on a date with you so we can work this out face to face?âÂ
âAre you still going to fuck Sunghoon?âÂ
You laugh.Â
âOh yeah, for sureââ To his silence, you immediately take it back. âOh my god, relax. Itâs a joke.âÂ
âGet better jokes, asshole.âÂ
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âWhat the fuck?â Jake deadpans into the phone, his heart beating far too fast for his health, but vibing with it anyway because by tomorrow night, heâll be next to you again. âYou seriously had sex with her?!âÂ
âHey, sheâs the one who called me.â Sunghoon shrugs as he listens. âTo be fair, Jake, I did tell her that someone else had dibs on her.â
Jake slaps his forehead and rolls his eyes.Â
âYouâre such a dickâ I told you at least three hundred times that I like her! I donât have dibs.â He gripes, trying to pretend that heâs not imagining Sunghoon with you, the person he wants the most.Â
âDamn right you donât, because she seemed to have a great tââÂ
âSunghoon, stop. I donât want to know what happened, but like, stop texting her.âÂ
Sunghoonâs brow raises in curiosity.Â
âAh, did you finally make a move?â
If thereâs anything Jake knows Sunghoon wonât do, itâs go for a woman that is actually unavailable. He has his fun, and heâs not one to turn anyone down if he has an interest in them, bro code be damned. And yeah, heâs still a little pissed at him for hooking up with youâŠbut, it is true, Jake made you feel like he wasnât even an option in his attempts to be a gentleman.Â
Still, boundaries need to be set now. Real boundaries.
âI did, and I would really appreciate it if you back off. Iâm trying to make something out of this, you know?â
Sunghoon lightens up, sighing at his loss of a would be fuck-buddy that seemed more promising than some heâs had in the past.Â
âJesus, youâre serious about her arenât you?â He smirks as he speaks, feeling proud of Jake for finally stepping up for himself. âI mean, I can totally see why. Please excuse me as I mourn that sweet, sweet, pu-âÂ
âSunghoon.â Jake warns. âShut the fuck up.âÂ
âRelax, jesus.â Sunghoon plays it cool, though he actually is mourning it a little bit. âGood on you though. Iâll back off, donât worry.âÂ
Jake rolls his eyes yet again, his love-hate relationship with Sunghoon becoming more fond than ever by this point. Only because the confidence he had in himself before all of this wasnât entirely where it needed to be. Itâs true that he wasnât exactly a pussy eating god before, nor could he even say heâs amazing at sex but, when it comes to you, he canât help but be excited. He wants to do it all, be it all for you.Â
Never in his life has he eaten pussy like that, and never in your life have you felt a mouth so eager to please between your legs.Â
Sunghoon could have been something, but he couldnât have been Jake, ever.Â
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The day couldnât go by any slower than it already has.Â
Jake comes home tonight, and by home, you mean to your apartment where he doesnât live.Â
Your mind goes in loops on what could possibly happen. Scenarios of him getting cold feet and ignoring that any of this happened at all again. Scenes of him unlocking your door, closing in on you, and kissing you before you can even say âhelloâ. Images of his hands on you, his mouth on you, what it would feel like if he were toâŠwell, oh.
You snap yourself out of it, every bad scenario in your head gets replaced with one where youâve got Jake working himself on and inside of you. Itâs making you feel hot, insane, and entirely too horny for the proposed date night full of talking that needs to be had first.Â
Then you freeze, your hand on the handle of your mug as you wonder a bit too hard.Â
What if he doesnât show up at all?Â
You did run off the second he left the city and fuck one of your mutual friends. Arguably, you were equally as bad at communicating with him as he was to you during the past few weeks. Sure, you flirted, but was that even enough when he literally put his tongue inside of you âas a friendâ?Â
God, heâd have every right to not show up. To move on, to never speak to you again.Â
Youâve been so stupid. Both of you have, stumbling together but apart into something neither of you could even begin to navigate. For you? Sex is easy. Feelings though? Thatâs where it gets complicated. Yet, still, you find yourself more willing than ever to let these feelings roam free if he accepts them at face value.Â
Solely because of how shitty it felt when you were trying to pretend that Jake was nothing but a one time thing for his sake.Â
And when the time comes, after hours of brooding, getting worked up, and feeling insane, youâre looking like a mess when he knocks on your door. So much for looking good for him. Youâre an absolute fucking wreck when you open that door and dead-pan stare at him and his bags.Â
âHi,â He smiles, not quite making eye contact because he really is kind of embarrassed by all of this. âIâm here.âÂ
You step back from the door, eyes remaining on him.Â
âYouâre here.â You say quietly, watching him step into your apartment and drop his bags.Â
You feel his breath before you hear his voice. So much closer than just moments before, right up against your ear, and his arms wrapping tightly around you.Â
âFelt like I was gone for too longââ He whines slightly against you, breathing in a breath and taking in your scent. âDidnât know I could miss you like that.âÂ
You fucking melt. Out of all of those scenarios and fantasies in your head, this wasnât one of them. Which goes to show that Jake is the one person in this world who can surprise you time and time again. Youâve hugged him like this hundreds of times, but this one, oh this one. He feels so close after feeling so fucking far away.
âYou were gone for two days,â You smile, nuzzling against him and gripping his waist in your own hug.Â
âTwo days too long, though.â You feel him smile, that little upturn of his lips pushing his cheek up and against you as he chuckles and pulls back. âWe donât have a lot of time, but we can still make it to the restaurant if you still want to go? I can shower when we get back.â
You pull back, offering him a small nod and feeling a bit let down. You wanted more, especially after that hug. The fact that he can contain himself right now feels isolating. Are you the only one who has a vibrating brain right now? He really wants to have the conversation at the restaurant?Â
He really wants to do this the right way?
You look like shit, but arguably he might think he looks worse considering the long trip back to you. Still, the restaurant is the chosen option to have this conversation, and youâre ready to get it over with so that finally the two of you can take a step forward.Â
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The restaurant is nice. Thereâs a buzz of conversations surrounding the two of you but most of it feels muffled because the only sound you can truly hear is Jakeâs hushed and awkward attempts to get the ball rolling.Â
âSo, I guess thatâs why I went to my parentâs house. Itâs embarrassing, I knowââ He says before you cut him off.Â
âTell me how you felt the past few weeks when we were together.â You say boldly, wanting so badly to have the confirmation that he really does want this, and that he suffered much like you did.
You watch a fan of rosy tint cross his cheeks as he breaks eye contact with you, looking to the table and then back up at you.Â
âOkay, umââ He stiffens a bit, glancing around to make sure no one is looking or listening in. âWhen we werenât together, it was a lot easier for me to think, but when we were together, I could only really think about one thing.â He admits, nodding to himself.Â
You look at him curiously before you see his eyes light up in panic.
âNo! No, no. Not like, sexâŠâ He looks down. âI mean, yeah maybe sex too but mostly I just couldnât stop thinking about ways to make you want me more than anyone else.âÂ
Your heart swells at his panicked save, and then the words that follow.Â
âI think I already did want you more than anyone else.â You admit back to him. âEven if I didnât know I had feelings until you did that to meâ Iâm sorry it took me so long to realize.â
He smiles, reaching over the table as if to ask for your hand.Â
âWhat about you? What did you think about when we were together after that night?â He asks for his own confirmation now.Â
âSex. Mostly, I guess. I felt like no one else would ever be able to make me feel that good again.â You look away, feeling ashamed and seen. âGoddamn, I sound so dramatic.â
Jake snorts, laughing at how he should have expected this but the confidence boost is a happy surprise to him.Â
âTo be fair though, Jake, I think I had my feelings and my lust for you mixed up.â You continue. âBut that doesnât change the fact that I still feel both of those things every time I see you, or even think of you.â
âFeelings and lust?â He nods with a smile and wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes glistening in the warm lighting of the restaurant.Â
You nod in confirmation, side eyeing the waitress who walks over to take down your order.Â
Both of you are somehow dissociated outside of each other, thereâs no way youâre not because you donât recall what you ordered, nor what he ordered, and he appears to be feeling much the same. The moment she walks away, heâs continuing.Â
âI was really that good, huh?â A smirk from him, and a nod from you.Â
âWhat about right now then? How do you feel when you look at me?â He follows up, looking down at the table.Â
âBoth of those things.â You dead-pan, squeezing your legs together as you look at him and feel the warmth radiating from even this far away. The confirmation of feelings is enough by itself to have your thoughts in the gutter about him, especially after weeks of wanting him.Â
Especially after having to be in this stupid fucking restaurant in the first place.
He quirks a brow before lowering his voice, his eyes drooping a bit.Â
âDo you have any fucking idea how badly Iâve wanted to get my mouth on you?âÂ
God, there he is. That same bold best friend who originally suggested eating you out in the first place. Not entirely unfounded that he said it, but fuck, your cheeks are searing.Â
âJake, weâre in public.â You warn, knowing damn well that youâve not been able to think of anything else either, but for the sake of the foundation of this relationship, you want to tame yourself a little bit.
âSince we started hanging out, every fucking time.â He continues, ignoring your warning. âI would get so mad when youâd go to your little hook-ups. Sometimes I even wondered if you did it intentionally to piss me off.âÂ
Your cheeks are still hot, but now thereâs a bit of guilt filling you.Â
âYou really had no idea how badly I wanted that to be me?â He continues with his streak of confidence, unintentionally dirty talking to you solely because he, genuinely, cannot deny his attraction or his feelings for you by this point. âEven right now, I want nothing more than to have you to myself.â
You pause, the guilt leaving you in an instant as itâs fully replaced with Jakeâs eagerness to have you in full, finally.Â
âWhyââ You sigh, dropping your head into your hands to hide your face from him. âWhy are we at this restaurant again?âÂ
You feel his hand reach back over to you, removing your hands from your face and dipping down to look at you.Â
âItâs so fucking hard to contain myself right now. I can admit that.â He whispers, blinking at you. âIf you feel satisfied with where we stand, Iâd be more than happy to leave this table now and prove everything to you.ïżœïżœ
An instant nod from you, and an instant confirmation from Jake.Â
Youâre both out of the restaurant before a single sip of water, before a single visual inspection of the forgotten food the two of you ordered, and before any doubt could creep in to ruin the electrifying atmosphere you were indulging in with him.Â
For Jake, his self control wavers with each passing moment as you sit next to him in the car. You look so calm as he drives as quickly and safely as possible back to your apartment, shaming himself for ever considering the two of you go in the first place. Still, the outcome is somehow more satisfying. Both of you wanting to leave just so you can truly be alone together? He couldnât ask for a better night.Â
Still, your calmness contrasts the way his insides vibrate the closer he gets to your place, and he wonders how the fuck you manage to do it. If you were to simply glance at him at the right moment, youâd see his entire body melt in the fantasies of what the two of you may be willing to do tonight.Â
Years worth of pining in his head and heart are bubbling up now. Youâre inviting him in, youâre accepting him, youâre wanting him back.Â
What he doesnât know though, is that you are quite literally imagining yourself wrapped in chains to this seat. Why? Because if it werenât for those astral chains, youâd be on top of him in an instant, reassuring him that if thereâs anything in the world youâve wanted within the past few weeks, itâs him. Youâd be apologizing for never taking note of his feelings before, and kissing away all of the moments he wished he could have had with you before, replacing them with very real, firm, hot kisses.Â
Thankfully though, you manage to tame the beast from within and somehow, so does he. Up until you get through your apartment door and the electrifying atmosphere sizzles away in an instant.Â
You expected to have the confidence to, quite literally, jump on him as soon as your door closed. Instead, you find yourself standing in awe at the entryway.Â
Jake, on the other hand, would love nothing more than to have you right this moment, speeding and parking crooked be damned, he will not allow it just yet.Â
âListen,â He reaches out to you, pulling you up and against his chest. âI need to shower before I let myself do anything.âÂ
You breathe a sigh of relief, noting that the awkwardness came from the fact that Jakeâs energy is seeping out of him, lust and worry for possibly not being as clean as heâd like to be for this.Â
It feels strange, actually. You can imagine youâve had many hook-ups with men who wouldnât even consider a shower before inviting you over.Â
âHurry up then, before I decide to call Sungh-âÂ
âDonât you fucking dare make that joke right now,â Jake squeezes you tighter against you, hating himself for constantly bringing up reasons to wait.Â
âIf we are going to like,â He pauses, struggling to say it out of pure nervousness that you might change your mind. âYou know, be exclusive, Sunghoonâs name is forbidden.â
You chuckle against him before shoving him back in a playful way.Â
âDeal. Now, can you fucking hurry?â You roll your eyes playfully, internally a little thankful for the short moments you will have to prepare yourself for this.Â
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Damn this shower for feeling so good. Jake could fall asleep under the warmth if it werenât for the fact that heâs been half-hard this entire time and truly fighting with himself on how to approach this situation.
Itâs kind of awkward, actually. Knowing exactly what the two of you are about to do but having to wait even for fifteen minutes makes it seem like you both have a scheduled hook up and nothing more.Â
Itâs not a hook up though. Jake is finally where heâs always wanted to be with you, in your shower priming his body to go absolutely fucking insane on you. Before, when he ate you out, he really was controlling himself. He wanted to do more with you so bad, and now? GodâŠ
Heâs flushed as he finally makes his way out of the shower, length still stiffening and softening with each thought that passes. He can barely look at himself in the mirror without wanting to laugh at how embarrassing he truly is.Â
Youâd probably laugh too, and heâd love the sound of it.Â
Then, heâs faced with a dilemma.Â
You, on the other hand, find yourself lying quietly in your bedroom after doing your best to fix the mess of yourself for whatever Jake may offer. Waiting for him, and ultimately wondering what the fuck is taking him so long when you finally hear the bathroom door open.
Faintly, you can smell your shampoo and body wash that he used as you hear him make his way to the living room and not find you.Â
Then, you hear him making his way to your room. He doesnât open the door any further than it already was and instead, stands behind it quietly before muttering out.Â
âUm,â He starts, putting his hand on your door and only peeking his head in. âI wasnât sure if there was a point to putting my clothes onââÂ
Fucking pause.
God, he must sound so stupid saying that, especially after looking into your room and seeing you lying against your bed changed into the exact same pajamas you put on the night he initially made a move on you through the guise of friendship.Â
Well, now itâs not even a question and he was right to assume that all he needed to do was wrap a towel around his waist and come to you.Â
You watch his eyes travel your body curiously, a smile forming on his face.
âIf youâre wondering if I put panties on this time too,â You smile, reaching a hand out as if to invite him to open that door and come have at it. âI didnât.â
Thatâs all it takes, really, to have him pushing the door open and not-so-calmly making his way to your bed.Â
Seeing his naked and damp chest is one thing, but smelling your scent all over him is another, especially when the first thing he does is practically envelop you with his body and plant his lips straight on your own.Â
The first real kiss. Despite his lips having been on you before, you melt into it and find yourself forgetting how differently heâs acting now compared to before. He was so confident, so cocky, and now heâs almost docile. Meek.Â
âIâve wanted to do this for so long,â He leans back to whisper, adjusting his body so that heâs more comfortable and leaning down on one arm while the other holds your cheek. âCanât believe you let me eat you out before ever letting me actually kiss you.â
Your face heats up at the comment, making you feel more scandalous than you ever truly tried to be. But heâs not wrong, and you regret making him feel like eating you out was the only way to get to your heart.
Strangely though, it was the way to your heart. Him doing that for you practically threw you into the deep end in search for more, from him, specifically.Â
âCanât believe you decided that you should just eat me out rather than admit your feelings for me.â You counter with a smile, lifting your head to kiss against him again and pretending you canât feel the weight of his length under the loosely knotted towel on his waist.Â
âWell, it worked, didnât it?â He says through the kisses, quickly losing the ability to speak when you lick against his bottom lip and, ultimately, take control of the act.
He wonders what your mouth could do to him. His entire body reacts to the way your tongue flicks and licks against his own, it takes everything in him to try and control himself from pushing too far too soonâ until he realizes that there is no reason to control himself now.Â
Never has making out gotten him this turned on, and itâs not a surprise because itâs you.Â
He half moans, half chuckles into your kiss when he does it, pressing his hips down and against your thigh much like he did previously to the very mattress heâs got you lying against.Â
âThereâs so much I want to do,â He finally admits, pulling back from the kiss and hanging his head to feel how his cock reacts to the flesh of your thigh. âPlease, let me do all of it.âÂ
You sigh, somehow feeling a pang of arousal radiate between your legs despite not yet being touched there. The weight of him on you is enough, and all you can do is nod and await the ways he intends to relieve himself with you.
Hours of head, he could give. Even more hours of burying his cock between those pretty lips and watching you return the favor for him. His confidence grows as your body moves under him, waiting, waiting, waiting for what he will do next.Â
First, he plants another kiss to you, pressing his hips hard against your thigh with a breathy sigh before moving his lips down, against your neck.Â
At the same time, his hands work their way up your loose shirt, cupping one breast in his palm and easily teasing your nipple with his fingers. He works his lips down the center of your clothed chest, down to your stomach, and then up again. His nose nudges your shirt up with each kiss, until his lips replace his fingers and heâs sucking your nipple into his mouth.
Youâve never felt so wanted in your life with the way he appears to be savoring you. Leaving his own pleasure neglected once again, his entire focus is on you. You arch your back up a bit, hands shooting to his head and cradling it there against your breast.Â
He groans when you scratch against the nape of his neck, wiggling your hips under him and chasing the sensation that his mouth manages to send to your clit. He groans again when your nipple remains firm between his lips, and he begins to nibble.Â
And this time, he moans when he manages to trail one of his hands down just to see how much it will take of this to get you wet. He tucks one hand under your shorts, only to find that youâre already dripping, soaking his fingers with a mere single slide up your folds.
âFuck,â He sighs as if itâs a compliment when he pops his mouth off of you, flicking his head up to look at your already dazed eyes. âAlready?âÂ
You glance away, embarrassed by how badly you want the man who was once your best friend, and is nowâŠ.more than that. You can feel his fingers graze and gently play around with the heat your body has already released for him, rolling your eyes back each time he pretends heâs going to offer pressure to your clit.Â
Heâs fucking teasing you, and you know it.
He knows it too, because of fucking course he is. After years of torture, wondering if youâd ever manage to get wet at all with the thought of him, here you are, dripping under him when all heâs done is kiss you and fondle your nipples.Â
Briefly, he remembers how needy your hips were when his tongue was seeping into you. He remembers the taste of each thrust you pressed against his face, and the smell of how badly you needed him at the time.Â
As used as he was by you that night, he wants nothing more now than to pull those same desperate moans from you, to taste the wet inside of you that no man ever managed to release for you.Â
âI feel like Iâm going insane,â He finally breathes out, still toying with your folds and keeping an eye on the way your eyes glare back at him. âI want you so fucking badââ He stutters now, instantly sliding his fingers into you and scooting down on the bed at lightening speed, pressing your loose shorts to the side just to get the taste of you against his lips again.
Your legs instantly shoot over his shoulders, and one of his hands reaches up to hug your thigh against him as his tongue immediately laps at every dip and crease of your cunt. His eyes nearly roll back at being able to experience this again, his fingers holding firm without a single movement just so he can feel your body confirm that you want him just as much.Â
The clench around his fingers are enough, and he licks around them only for a moment before returning his lips to your clit and giving you all heâs got.Â
All he can feel is your legs tightening around his head, nearly lifting your ass up and off of the bed, all he can hear is his own moans vibrating through him each time he hears you react.Â
Arguably, even after that brief moment of teasing from him, feeling his mouth so eager, much like before, sent you straight into a blissed state and made you forget about the restaurant, the shower, the weeks of pining before this. His mouth is so warm, and his vibrating moans sooth your clit through its desperate attempts to beg for more.Â
You canât help the fact that your legs hug his head, or the way your hands shoot down much like before, scratching through his hair before dropping down and spreading yourself open with two fingers solely to expose your clit in full to the assault of his tongue heâs giving you.Â
He missed you so much, he missed this so much. Never again will he leave you wondering, from this point forward, you should be well aware that if you so much as pushed him to his knees and lifted a leg over his shoulder, heâd be eating like a fucking king.Â
Still, even with his immense love for kissing your pussy until your legs shake, thereâs more to be experienced here than just this. His pace slows with the reality of that, and only now does he move his fingers with intent, and he pulls back to see how youâre spreading yourself for him, even as your legs fall from his shoulders.
âFuck.â He rasps, lips glistening with a mixture of his own saliva and your slick.Â
You lend him a drunken smile, nodding slowly as you focus in on the way his fingers scissor you open. Within a blink though, his face is right there hovering above you, staring intently at the way you react to his fingers.Â
âYou look so good right now, you know that?â He compliments, leaning down again to plant a kiss against you, only pumping his fingers in faster when your kiss appears to be more hungry than his own. âGod, I can feel you squeeze my fingersââÂ
And itâs true, heâs seeing stars solely because he can feel the clench of your pussy walls pushing his two fingers together, almost pushing against his attempts to scissor you open and curl them into the spot inside he knows you have. He can only imagine how good that would feel if he were toâŠ
His eyes squeeze shut in a drawn out moan at the thought, his own kiss growing more hungry as he releases the towel from his waist and quickens the pace of his fingers inside of you.Â
You can feel him press his cock against you, and the weight of it only becomes heavier when his fingers pause inside of you just so he can slip them out and use those same slick-coated digits to hold his length down and against you before he slides it between your lips. Now coating himself in the same wet sensation.Â
You listen closely to his moan, knowing that he seems fond of neglecting his own pleasure to the point of doing near-embarrassing things to get it back when he needs it the most. Itâs strangled, almost. You can hear him swallow around it when he slides up harshly, bumping your clit and causing your shorts to stretch against the crease of your thigh.Â
He seems soâŠdesperate. Yet, he can have anything he wants.Â
âKeep it spread openââ He mutters when he feels you try to remove the hand that had been holding your pussy out on display for him. âI want to feel all of it.â
God, youâve never heard him say something so sexy. Easily you do as he says, now using both hands to hold either side of your pussy open for him, and feeling the underside of his length slide against your hole.Â
You let out a pleased sigh, despite your shorts becoming a nuisance at this point. Itâs easy to forget youâre still wearing them though, because they only become drenched more and more as the moments pass with Jake.
You can genuinely just assume that his cock must be aching as he does this, leaking all over you. Thatâs something you donât mind at all, because the stimulation is far beyond what you could ever ask for.Â
âJakeââ You try to speak, only to be cut off by his hand sliding under your head and his lips attaching yet again to you.
There, you canât help it when you remove your hands and shoot them up to his face. Holding him there, feeling the way his jaw moves when he licks into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get as much of you as he can in this moment.Â
His hips fuck forward much like they did into his palm all those weeks ago, and the anticipation of if or when he finally plunges it into you drives you to kiss him just as hard as he does you.
There is nothing but the sound of kissing in the room save for muffled moans from both of you, entirely tangled up together as he does nothing more than grind himself against you. His hand cradling your head and the other still pressing his length down and against you as close as he can manage. Yours, cupping his cheeks as he kisses you, up until you run one hand down to take over for him.
In that moment, with his free and now shaking hand, he pulls back entirely and just looks at you.
Heâs out of it, entirely gone from this world as he stares down with his hair drying by the minute from that shower, messy as all hell with darkened hooded eyes. He continues to stare, each thrust against you becoming pointed to the extent that it almost feels like heâs already fucked you for hours.Â
And then, you feel it. The weight lifting, your shorts being stretched until theyâre sliding down your thighs and off of you, and then the warmth as he adjusts his hips just barely enough to line up with your quivering hole, practically begging for him to stretch you out for the first time.Â
His eyes falter only for a moment when he realizes that this is a moment he will never forget. The way you look up at him with glassy and needy eyes, out of breath, seemingly loving him as much as heâs always loved you.Â
âYeah?â He whispers, not breaking eye contact even for a moment.Â
âPlease.â You mutter out, not fully intending for it to sound so broken.
And as broken as your voice was in that instance, he grows much weaker by it. Dropping his head with a deep sigh, a smile, and then a chuckle.
âYou really, really, canât look at me like that and expect me to be gentleâŠâ He pauses to look at you again. âFor your sake, please tell me to slow down.â
You can barely comprehend a word heâs saying when you can feel the head of his cock teasing where you need it the most.Â
âPlease.â You rasp out again, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing his body forward, ultimately sliding the tip of his length into you yourself.Â
âOh, fuckââ He chokes out before sucking in a breath and letting out a moan at the feeling. His body jerks at the sensation, the sound of your voice, the way you pulse around him. âFuck, so good.â He continues to mutter, controlling himself for only a few seconds longer just to see if you have the ability to understand that he truly and honestly will not have the ability to go easy on you at this point.Â
âDeeper.â You plead, squeezing your legs tighter around him, uncaring of his attempt to control the situation.Â
Thatâs all it takes. Your broken voice already had him shaking, and now heâs giving up any and all control that he could have possibly hoped to have.Â
Right there, with your legs hugging his waist, your hands gripping the pillow behind your head, and his hands finding purchase on either side of your shoulders, he sinks himself into you as deep as he can go and feels as if the life is being choked out of him over how fucking good it feels.Â
He throws his head back in an erotic and attractive moan of relief, allowing you a glimpse at the expanse of his stretched neck, naked of any marked territory. Still, your vision goes white when the stretch hits you.
So big, so strong on top of you. You can imagine he really could fuck you hard, you hope he doesnât go gentle on you at all, actually
âShit, please,â You moan brokenly again, releasing your pillow and gripping his forearms. âJake, godââ You have no words to describe how good he feels inside of you, you couldnât begin to fathom trying to explain to him how perfect he is.Â
It feels deep, deeper than you ever could have imagined. His length alone should have been enough to tell you that, but you hadnât yet factored in the girth of it. So heavy inside of you, touching each soft and sensitive surface your pussy has to offer.Â
Your body jolts in adjustment, knocking the breath out of you despite him not moving just yet.Â
âShhââ He soothes, not at all actually wanting to hush your cries for him. In fact, heâs simply saying it because he could quite literally release at any moment if you continue to speak and clench him like this. And when he finally looks down at you, he canât fucking help it.
His hips move at their own volition, and he was right in believing there is no gentle fuck to be had here. He slides out only slightly, with the intent to fuck you as full of him as he can. He wants to stay deep, because you asked, and he wants to keep you feeling stretched around him because he can truly never get over the way you look and sound right now.Â
You shake at the feeling of him pressing impossibly deeper into you, keeping his hips flush against you before snapping his hips back more now. A slightly empty feeling inside of you being filled once again within a second.Â
His moans sound beautiful, he feels beautiful, and all you can do is stare up at him with watery eyes and a slack jaw, wondering why it took him so long to do this with you.
Wondering why it took you so long to want it at all, when now, you think you could never feel this good with another person again.Â
His arms flex in your grasp with each thrust, and his eyes land on each visible part of your body before he weakens his stance and lowers himself to you, hips still fucking you open at a pace thatâs only becoming more and more rapid, more and more fucking blinding.Â
âYeah, yeahââ Jake suddenly chimes with out of breath words, kissing you before you can comprehend or respond to those words. âNo one has ever reacted like this for meââ He continues, pointing his thrusts harder into you. âFeels so good, so tight around me.â He chokes up at the last few words, stuttering his and picking up a different pace.
This time, those harsh thrusts pull back further, emptying you before slowly pressing into you again.Â
âI want you to remember how this feels,â He continues, seemingly rambling against your lips with each slow thrust. âNo one will ever fuck you like I will.âÂ
Your hooded eyes shoot open with arousal at his confident boasting. Those words feel so final, as if it isnât even a rule, but a logical fact that only the two of you could ever find to be true.Â
You canât even manage a response, and instead moan before tucking your lips up and against his neck, using one hand to grip his hair and skew his head.Â
That once naked and markless neck is no more. He is yours, and youâre lucky enough now to know that this is exactly how he wants you to feel.Â
âAhh, you like that?â He questions your reaction to his words, feeling your hips make attempts to meet him halfway with each thrust. âYou like when I talk?â He continues to urge your sucking lips to speak out to him, to answer him, to boost his ego just a bit more.Â
âSo much,â You nearly whimper against his neck, moving your lips to another spot. âLove when youâre confident like thisââ
Heâs in heaven hearing those words. As if itâs a confirmation that he wasnât just talking dirty. You both truly take those words and will fuck by them from this point forward. He truly doesnât want anyone else, and hopefully, youâd never give another person the chance to make an attempt to fuck you the way he does.Â
And then the room falls silent again, as if Jake is focused on reminding you with each passing second that heâs never been more sure or right of something in his life. Despite you already believing him, the way his cock pulses inside of you is enough of a reminder even if he had never said it in the first place.Â
His pace quickens again, and then slows, and then stutters. Only to fall back into a good rhythm before his entire body starts to shake through the act.Â
You wonder if this is it. Is this how his body reacts when heâs about to cum? Is this what his face looks like? Is this what his eyes do? Did his arms strain like this the first time? Did his moans come out as choked and desperate?Â
None of that matters, because as quickly as it started, he buries himself into you again and stays in that one spot, shaking and timidly looking down at you.Â
âDonât move, please, donât move.â He practically begs, losing himself to the way your hips chase the feeling of constant stimulation. âStop moving.â He pleads again, pulling his chest from you and sitting up on his knees, keeping his cock in place deep within you.Â
You watch him, unable to keep your hips still, and he watches youâ trying to keep his orgasm under control before seeing your fingers trail down your stomach and to your clit.
There, he loses himself, watching you rub the soft spot just above where his cock stuffs you full.Â
âI canât,â He chokes out, snapping his hips back and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling. âFuck, I really canât.â He continues to mutter out, pressing his strings of cum ever deeper inside of you as he feels every muscle in his body tense.Â
It feels so sensitive, but he canât stop moving, feeling his cum fill you up to the point itâs surely being pressed out of you by his desperate length wanting nothing more than to stay inside of you.
You moan through it with him, encouraging him to lose himself inside of you, and heâs so beautiful when he does it. The fact that he does it at all has your body tensing on its own. Teetering on the edge of your own orgasm with the way your fingers almost aggressively chase after the feeling he appears to still be releasing inside of you.
And then, emptiness. You are left empty and dripping, fingers still chasing your release beforeâ
âWhat the fuââ You moan, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of his tongue instantly back on you. As if heâs looping back to the beginning of it all, uncaring of tasting himself solely because through it all, he can still taste you. âJake, Fuckâyes, right there.â You continue to groan when he replaces his tongue against your hole with his fingers, fucking into you as quickly as he can before nudging your fingers away and taking over the chase of your orgasm.Â
Youâre entirely amazed by how eager he is to pull it from you, and that alone is enough. The desperate ways in which he decided to pleasure you right in this moment, itâs enough.
Your hands instantly reach for his hair, gripping so tightly that you can hear the pained sound he lets out at the sheer force behind it. You very nearly rub his nose in the mess heâs made of you out of the sheer arousal you feel through your orgasm.Â
Youâre seeing white, feeling his fingers expertly work you open and somehow donât feel disappointed at all that you didnât get there before he pulled out of you. You can still feel him dripping out, fingers squelching and sliding through the mixture of both orgasms inside of you. And his tongue, good lord his fucking tongue, licking up every bit and eagerly flicking your clit at a pace much faster than he offered before.
And now, you find your legs nearly kicking him across the room. As soon as the orgasm subsides, your body goes into overdrive with the overwhelming sensitivity between your legs and all he can do is laugh at the way you practically do kick him.
Right off the bed, actually, he tumbles.Â
You lay there, staring into space as you attempt to bring yourself back to reality when you see his messy hair and glistening eyes peek from the edge of your bed at you. His shoulders huffing with each deep breath he takes.Â
âJesus fucking christ.â You manage to gasp out, spread eagle and almost completely naked on your bed save for the forgotten shirt thatâs still pushed up to your collarbone.Â
He makes his way back up to you, pressing your legs together, lowering your shirt, and planting his heavy dead-weight right on top of you.Â
A solid ten minutes pass as the two of you lay there in the mess youâve both created. Heavy breaths turn to easy, balanced breaths together. You can barely hold your eyes open when he finally rolls off of you and right up against your side.Â
âCan I ask you something?â He mutters, throat dry and stomach growling embarrassingly loud.Â
âHm?â You hum out, entirely ready to just sleep in the mess.
âAre you always like that?â He questions, a little hint of doubt breaking his confidence. âLike, did Sunghoon see you act like that too?âÂ
You crack your eyes open and instantly turn to face him.Â
âYouâre insane if you think Sunghoon is that good. Iâve never used the word âpleaseâ in my life.â
Jake glances away, thinking to himself and letting those words sink in.
âWell,â He starts, pausing and feeling that little pit in his stomach return. âThatâs a lie because Iâve heard you use your manners at least twice in the years Iâve known you.âÂ
You smile, loving that the two of you can still be somewhat catty and playful even after the fact that you just realized how insanely in love with him you are.Â
âJake, no one has ever made me act like this in bed.â You try to reassure him. âI donât think anyone else could, besides you.â
He smiles with a nod, running his hands down your body before pausing at the half dried cum that managed to make its way up to your stomach. And then? He groans.Â
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Itâs insane really, that all it took for you to fall in love with the person you think you were always meant to love was him admitting it. Even more insane that he decided to take the route that involved faux playful head, with no feelings attached despite his feelings being deeply fucking attached.Â
Still, the route taken to get to this point, he thinks, is fitting for the two of you. Especially now that he can look at Sunghoon without wanting to strangle him, and he can look at you knowing youâd very much invite him to strangle you, you know, considering the fact that youâre now trying to explore every sexual realm in the fucking universe with him.
Even with the desperate need to have you under him any chance he gets, and the fucking, and the arousal, none of it shines brighter than the small intimate moments he has with you that arenât weighed down by pining or lust.Â
As playful as the two of you are together, there is so much love here. So much love to still be discovered too, and he canât help but feel excited by it.Â
Romance isnât dead, despite how the two of you tried to fucking butcher it.Â
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thinking about rafe cameron getting reader her job backâŠ
rafe spotted you as you stepped out of the diner, still wearing your uniform and clutching your bag tightly. you didnât notice him at first, leaning against his car, arms crossed casually. his smirk grew as he watched you, but it faded when he noticed how your shoulders sagged, the way your head was down.
âyo, y/n,â he called out, his voice carrying over the quiet of the parking lot. ârough day? youâre giving off serious âspit in someoneâs foodâ vibes.â
you froze for a second, then started walking past him without so much as a glance. ânot now, rafe.â
his brows shot up. you usually rolled your eyes at his teasing or snapped back with some sarcastic comment, but now? you brushed him off completely. that wasnât like you.
rafe pushed off the car, his smirk replaced with confusion. âwhat, no comeback? did someone finally manage to piss you off more than i do?â
âgo away, rafe,â you muttered, keeping your pace brisk.
he frowned, stepping in your path. âokay, hold up. what happened?â
ânothing,â you snapped, trying to sidestep him. but he moved with you, his blue eyes narrowing as he studied your face.
âdoensât look like ânothing,ââ he said, his tone softer now, the teasing edge gone. âtalk to me.â
you exhaled sharply, looking anywhere but at him. âif you really need to know, my boss fired me. happy now?â
rafe blinked, his brows furrowing. âfired you? why?â
âbecause some kook came crying to him about something stupid,â you said bitterly. âshe made a scene, and he decided it was easier to blame me than deal with it. so, now iâm unemployed. satisfied?â
he stared at you, his jaw tightening. âthatâs the dumbest thing iâve ever heard. youâre the only reason that place doesnât completely suck.â
you laughed bitterly, shaking your head. âwell, apparently, that doesnât matter.â
rafeâs eyes darkened, a dangerous edge slipping into his voice. âwhatâs this guyâs name?â
âdonât even think about it,â you said quickly, pointing a finger at him. âi donât need you getting involved, rafe.â
his lips parted to protest, but something in your tired expression stopped him. instead, he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away. âthatâs seriously messed up,â he muttered. âyou didnât deserve that.â
âyah, well, life isnât fair.â you shrugged, but your voice wavered. âanyway, i just want to go home.â
rafe nodded slowly, his chest tightening at how defeated you looked. âyou need a ride or something? i donât mind.â
you blinked at him, surprised by the gentleness in his tone. âno. iâm fine.â
âokay,â he said softly, watching as you walked off toward your house.
that night, rafe couldnât stop thinking about you. the way your voice broke when you talked about getting fired, the way youâd tried to hide how upset you were. it gnawed at him, and the longer he sat with it, the angrier he got.
grabbing his phone, he called his father, pacing his room as the phone rang.
ârafe,â his dad said tiredly. âwhat is it now?â
âi need $500,000,â rafe said, not bothering with any pleasantries.
there was a long silence. âexcuse me?â
âyou heard me,â rafe said, his tone firm. âi need $500,000.â
âfor what?â ward asked, his patience clearly wearing thin.
âiâm buying the diner, the one by the lake,â rafe said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
wardâs laugh was sharp and incredulous. âwhy the hell would you do that?â
âbecause the guy who owns it is a prick,â rafe snapped. âhe fired someone who actually cares about that place just to save his own ass. so, iâm buying it. end of story.â
ward was silent for a moment. âthis wouldnât have anything to do with that girl youâve been sniffing around, would it?â
rafe rolled his eyes, though his heart raced at the mention of you. âwhatever. just send me the money.â
âfine,â ward sighed. âbut donât come crying to me when this blows up in your face.â
the next day, you got a call from the dinerâs owner, informing you that there had been a âchange in management.â you were being offered your job backâalong with a raise.
confused, you walked back into the diner later that afternoon, only to find rafe leaning against the counter, looking far too pleased with himself.
âwhat are you doing here?â you asked warily.
he grinned, holding up a set of keys. âoh, you know. just checking on my new investment.â
your jaw dropped. âwhat do you mean, ânew investmentâ?â
âi mean i bought the place,â he said casually, like it was no big deal. âfigured someone needed to fix the mess your old boss made. starting with giving you your job back.â
you stared at him, completely floored. âyou bought the diner?â
rafe shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. âi mean, itâs not that big of a deal. but⊠yeah. you deserve better, y/n.â
âyouâre worth it, okay? so donât argue with me.â
you blinked, nodding slowly. âthanks, rafe.â
âanytime,â he said, his smile turning into something softer. ânow, go ahead and take the rest of the day off. bossâs orders.â
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âno matter how much time the king of curses spends with you, he doesnât think he will ever understand you or your affectionate behaviour towards him.â
âïžïœtags. true form sukuna x female reader. heian era sukuna. fluff. bits of mentions of blood & murder. big size difference. cold-big-monster-having-a-small-soft-spot-for-a-single-human trope. reader gets called âlittle one, bratâ. not proof read! let me know if you like my characterisation or not; itâs my first sukuna fic.
a kiss on the cheek is one of the most innocent - yet apparently also the most difficult - things to do. itâs a small form of intimacy; not that hard to do. itâs really as simple as planting your lips on your belovedâs cheek. then all you do is retreat â maybe get a kiss on the cheek back from him. or on the lips.
âget moving. iâm not waiting all day for you.â sukuna grumbles. you had suddenly stopped in your tracks and the king of curses was confused as to what the reason might have been. the two of you had been walking through the courtyard for a few minutes now â well, you basically had to drag him out to take a little stroll together.
and now the same you was quiet. it bothered sukuna; you were always so chatty around him when it was just the two of you. he might have called you an âannoying bratâ for it, but he secretly enjoyed your company and voice.
âc-coming.â you reply in a quiet mumble, eyes glancing over at the monstrous frame that stood a few steps away. his dull yet sharp gaze was focused on you â like he was sizing you up. or rather: trying to figure out whatâs wrong with the change in behaviour you showed.
sukuna watches you as you hurry over to his side again. he resumes walking, hands folded over each other under the material of his kimono.
though, he couldnât yet let go of the fact that you were acting different around him. the king of cursesâ suspicion only grew once he noticed how your fingers fiddled with your obi. you were anxious about something.
sukuna shakes his head slightly. some humans sure are difficult to understand, he thinks to himself. your happy yet reserved personality when you usually interacted with him had disappeared and made place for a nervous wreck. trying to figure out why made sukunaâs head hurt.
were you finally scared of him? like all other humans and curses were?
he doesnât know why, but it felt like he would hate for such thing to happen. sukuna usually wouldnât care if someone resents, fears or somehow even admires him. only you could make him think and care about such difficult and maybe even trivial things.
âuhm,â you break off his train of thoughts and his eyes are instantly on yours again, âmay i do something really quickly?â
sukunaâs face doesnât show any change in expression, but a small nod tells you everything you need to know. you clear your throat, âcan you please lower your head towards me?â
lowering his head? oh, you got some guts. if anyone else had said that to him, sukuna would have obliterated them; there wouldnât have been anything but red bloody dust left of their body.
but then again: itâs you. all exceptions the king of curses makes are for you.
sukuna slightly lowers his head to your level so you could do whatever you needed to. heâd be lying if he said that his curiosity wasnât piqued. it always was when he was around you.
you gulp. it was time to do what youâve longed to do ever since the beginning of your stroll: give the ryomen sukuna a kiss on the cheek. you donât think heâd be madâat least he never seriously gets mad at you. only to get a reaction out of you since your responses are always âintensely amusingââas he says.
âgo on.â sukunaâs breath hits your cheeks. he was so closeâtoo close that it made you even more nervous in a way. as if you hadnât even had your first kiss yet.
you swallow your fears and just go for it. your lips attach to his cheek in the fraction of a secondâthe speed of lightâbefore they leave. it was right under his right set of eyes.
you take a step back and clear your throat. you try to escape the embarrassment of sukunaâs possible reaction by continuing your stroll, though were stopped by a strong hand firmly grabbing your forearm.
âwhereâd you think youâre going?â
sukunaâs deep voice echoes through your ears. you were surprised to hear the tone of it; almost soft. a tone sukuna uses on rare occasions: in your presence.
you turn your head around and smile sheepishly at the king of curses before you. he doesnât return the same (not that you expected him to), however he does unexpectedly ruffle your hair for a split second. or at least he attempts to.
his large and warm palm lands on top of your head and he gives it a little and subtle shake. sukuna had seen you do a similar action to someone else before, thus he concluded that he could do it to you. maybe as a form of endearment or. . whatever you used it as.
he did find the way you tried to scurry away after giving him a kiss very adorable. even if he wouldnât say so out loud.
ânow, come along. we donât have all day.â sukuna nonchalantly mutters after retracting his hand. it left as fast as it came, though you were still stunned at the slight show of affection the king of curses returned.
you instantly catch up to sukuna againâwalking next to him as fast as your legs could take you. you were a bit more at ease after you got a positive reaction to your little kiss. it was a pity that he didnât smirk or laugh at youâmaybe mocked you like he usually would. but that head pat made up for it.
even if it did leave your hair a little disheveled.
you couldnât properly see sukunaâs face, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips was undeniably there. even if it was for just a split second.
âhow very interesting.â sukuna mutters under his breath so you wouldnât catch on. he sighs and shakes his head, unable to keep out that memory of you looking so cuteâstanding on the tip of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek with your comically small hand on his jaw line. he doesnât know why he found that to be so thrilling.
you flutter your eyelashes. you were curious about what he might have commented on, âmay i ask what you had just said? i didnât quite hear it.â
a short second of silence hangs before sukuna tilts his head to the right to look down at you again; his face expressionless, but still having a hint of a grin on his lips.
âi said you better hurry before i gobble you up right this instant.â he replies, (playfully) intimidating you with his sharp red eyes that glinted with a form of danger.
you shiver (though knew the threat was an empty one) and instantly pick up your pace. you even get ahead of him, walking as fast as your legs could. you answer with a curt âmy apologiesâ and walk like you actually have somewhere to be.
sukunaâs grin only grows as he sees you get ahead of him. if you had turned around, maybe you could have caught onto that light flicker of affection in his expression.
âiâm coming for you, little one.â sukuna adds just to ignite some more fear into you and you react as expected, âyouâre not escaping me today.â
it was a funny sight; your reactions always make him enjoy his time with you even more than he already (secretly) was.
the way his body reacts in mysterious ways when youâre around, is still very much an unsolved riddle to the king of curses. and the reasons as to why you arenât scared of him and can easily give him all your âloveâ are also still yet to be discovered.
until then, sukuna will continue to enjoy teasing you.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x y/n#sukuna x you#jjk fluff#jjk fic#sukuna ryoumen x reader
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DP X DC PROMT: Happiness? In this Economy?
Dick convinces Jason to go with him to a party because he apparently "needs to socialize". At this party is also Danny, who is majoring in astrophysics at Gotham University. They run into each other, hit it off, and end up hooking up.
Danny has class in the morning, so he leaves before Jason wakes up, hurrying to get his day started and completely unaware of the fact that some of the ectoplasm he produces has seeped into Jason. (Neither of them tell each other their names, or maybe they're too hungover to remember? Idk, but they don't know each others names. It was also too dark for Jason to see Danny's face.)
Jason wakes up, wondering how the hell the cute guy from last night managed to leave without waking him up. He also feels happier than he has in a while, which he attributes to the fact that he actually had fun last night instead of scowling in the corner.
But the happiness, the calm, it just... Doesn't leave? For some reason?
At first, Jason is willing to accept that maybe the univers is just giving him a day off from the Pit Rage, God knows he's earned it, but when the end of the week is drawing closer and he's still no closer to figuring out why he's so goddamn pleasant all of a sudden, he starts to freak out.
He tracks this unnatural calm back to the party, and at first, he thinks someone spiked his drink. But the only people who were close enough to do that would be Dick, who would never do that, and his unknown, unnamed hookup.
Now, Jason isn't a very paranoid person, but he was raised during his early teens by the goddamn Batman, king of paranoia, so he immediately draws the following connections:
1. His unnamed hookup was able to roofie him without him noticing, bat training and all.
2. That drug, whatever it was, was strong enough to subdue the Pit Rage, and, seeing as it hasn't returned, that could be indefinite.
3. The only person who has ever been able to remotely control the Lazarus Pits is Ra's Al Ghul, and he still ended up a murderous sociopath, so obviously he doesn't have a good handle on it.
4. This random dude that he met at a goddamn college party may be the most powerful sorcerer in the world.
5. He need sto find this guy before she raises an undead army.
Thus, Jason finds himself in the awkward situation of explaining to his father that he may or may not have hooked up with a being more powerful than a man who runs an assassin cult and calls himself a demon.
The bats immediately begin searching Gotham for this guy, pulling out all the stops to stop this guy before they gain a new supervillain.
Meanwhile, Danny is peacefully going about his life.
Then, he runs into his one night stand and they start dating. Everything is going great for him! Moving to Gotham City was the best thing he's ever done!
Now Jason is even more panicked, because he just met this really cute guy, and now they're dating, but it's a horrible time because he's still trying to find this Eldritch creature.
Bonus ( to add to the misunderstandings):
Say Danny's trans. It's about now, a few months later, that morning sickness makes itself evident.
#fanfic#writing#dcu#batman#jason todd x danny fenton#jason todd#danny fenton#danny phantom#lol#misunderstandings#trans danny#dead on main#yayyy#dpxdc#dc x dp
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Danny has been reincarnated.
Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.
It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?
His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-
Anyways.
He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.
He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.
Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.
Whatever.
So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.
He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.
He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!
'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.
Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!
He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.
Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.
He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#Danny is a clone of Wonder Woman and Superman#He wasn't perfect so he got put up#Through the use of bullshit youngest privileges Danny can boss around and somewhat pacify Match#You know how the Batfam made their own language in those Cryptid/Creepy/Isolated Batfam fics?#Yea that but between Danny and Match#This is obviously before Superboy freed Match but this is also after Superboy was freed#Danny has zero clue who Wonder Woman or Superman is or the Justice League#Lex Luthor is a bit perplexed over two clones missing when he finds out but doesn't care too much since they were both failed clones#And no problem arouse regarding the two of them#He's more so worried about who got passed his security#Nobody besides Lex (because as mentioned above) knows about them#Yet
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Marvel and the YJ
So, Marvel in the YJ. Heâs one of their den mothers and all that. So like, in this AU, and in fact in all of my posts so far, Billyâs kept it under wraps that heâs a kid. So, as a result, the YJ think heâs just this really cool big brother (dad (they just donât know it)) type of dude. Like heâs so nice. And heâs so nice to them especially. Like, he treats all of them the same way he treats adults. He doesnât doubt their abilities, and when they fail, heâs still there to encourage them to get back up and he doesnât even make them feel bad about it.
Like, the one time he was asked to spar with the YJ cause they wanted to for funsies I guess, he positively whooped their asses and somehow, someway found a way to still compliment their abilities, even if they didnât last that long because the battle was a little one-sided. To be fair though, they had asked him not to go easy, which he didnât. In the end, he got promptly scolded by Canary heavily when she found out he quite literally used Kid Flash as a rag doll and threw him at Aqualad. She said that the entire tape of him having a âfriendly sparâ with those kids, was essentially just him bullying them. To which Billy tried to defend himself by saying those kids were plenty capable. The defense didnât work.
Then, there was this time Kon mentioned he couldnât fly and Marvel offered him a lift. This somehow ended up with Marvel sort of T posing mid air as Kon and Robin hung on one arm, Artemis and Aqualad hung on the other arm, then Kid Flash held onto one leg while Mâgann held onto the other.
Flash: âWow.â *looking up at the YJ and Marvel* âThatâs⊠actually kinda majestic, not gonna lie.â
Superman: *also looking up at Marvel and the YJ* âIs it though? What if one of them falls?â
Flash: âEh. Iâm sure itâll be fine.â
Kid Flash proceeds to almost slip off and fall, which almost gives both the speedster and Kryptonian a heart attack. Thankfully, he catches himself by moving his feet really fast to boost himself back up. Worst part in their opinion is that Marvel didnât even seem to notice.
Then, there was the time Mâgann with Robin about something. Batman was also working nearby on a computer.
Mâgann: âHmm⊠We need advice.â
Robin!Tim: âWe need an adult.â
Batman: *keeping an ear out cause heâs always happy to help one of his kids*
Mâgann and Robin!Tim: *thinking before they speak up at the same time* âMarvel.â *they then both walk out of the room to find the Captain*
Batman: *a little upset that Tim did didnât come to him for help but also a lot more concerned as to why they thought Marvel was a suitable choice to ask for advice, especially considering the fact that just earlier that day, he had caught the man scribbling on one of the meeting tables like a 5th grader scribbling on their desk*
Contrary to what Bruce thought might happen (I.e. something going wrong) apparently Marvelâs advice wasnât too bad, seeing nothing had gone wrong yet. (He later found out that the two had asked for the best advice on how to incapacitate your enemy quickly. He found this out when he saw Tim throat punch a man. Said man went down almost immediately. When prodded for information for as to why he did that, he proudly proclaimed âCap taught meâ)
Also a little tidbit from the Marvel Cursing post about the YJ thinking that Marvel called one of them a dumb cunt. Courtesy to @helps-the-writing-brain-go
Billyâs recently noticed that the kids are acting funny. Though, he supposes itâs not a bad funny. If anything, whateverâs got them acting weird has got them doing better on missions, but still. Itâs weird. Whatâs weirder is that whenever he compliments them, they shine twice as brighter than they normally do. Whatâs even weirder than that is that whenever theyâve messed up recently they look twice as nervous. Speaking of which, this was one of the moments theyâve messed up.
Marvel: âSo⊠Uh- that didnât go so well.â
YJ: *obvious signs of anxiousness on some and subtle on others*
Marvel: âBut thatâs okay! But thatâs okay.â *trying his best to make the anxiety in them disappear* âWe just have to try to be better next time. Like, and I hate to say this, maybe try calling in an adult next time? Like me? I couldâve zoomed over and helped you guys.â
YJ: *look at each other*
Artemis: âWallyâs the one who said that we shouldnât call you in a try to do this on our own.â
Kid Flash: *dramatic gasp* âYou know why I said that! It wouldâve helped us all if Kaldur had tried to put the fires near the gas tanks out with his water powers!â
Aqualad: âI was busy being attacked by nearly five different people.â
YJ: *dissolve into arguing*
Marvel: âWait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wally what did you mean by it wouldâve helped you all? Me not being there wouldâve been good?â *confused*
YJ: *immediate silence*
Kon: âWally found out that you think one of us is dumb cunt.â
Kid Flash: âDude! You guys need to stop ratting me out!â
Marvel: âWhat.â *stares in befuddlement*
Mâgann: âAnd then he told us. So weâve been trying to think of ways to not be uh⊠dumb cunts.â
Marvel: *blinks rapidly* âAgain, what? Wally, where did you get this information from?â
Kid Flash: âWhen you were making cookies! I heard you say blah blah blah, what a dumb cunt.â
Marvel: *still staring in confusion*
Kid Flash: âThen, when I asked what you were talking about, Mary said you were talking about our performance on missions.â
Marvel: ââŠOkay. Iâm going to be completely honest with you. I donât remember a thing of what youâre talking about.â
Marvel then goes on to make a speech about how theyâre wonderful heroes who shouldnât let one personâs words guide them, especially in risky situations like a mission. He then told them that he was now going to stress bake and make some Minnesota cool whip, jello, fruit, not really salad, salad. (Courtesy to @jedipirateking) On the bright side though, the speech did leave the teens feeling better.
#billy batson#captain marvel dc#dc captain marvel#shazam#fawcett#fawcett city#fawcett comics#mâgann mâorzz#miss martian#kaldur'ahm#young justice#aqualad#kon el#konner kent#superboy#kon el superboy#kon el kent#conner kent#artemis crock#kid flash#wally west#tim drake#dc robin#superman#clark kent#the flash#barry allen#batman#bruce wayne
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WIBTA for going to my high school reunion even though the two witches I stripped of magic are going?
(Read for free on Patreon (X))
I (28 witch) was in a coven during high school. Not really even a coven. We werenât recognized and there wasnât a clear division of responsibilities. We did have a high priestess but she hadnât Declared or been Initiated or whatever she believed. Looking back, her learning was all over the place (and a little problematic, honestly. I remember her calling a poppet a Voodoo doll before being called out by another member). Letâs call her Sarah.
Sarah was a year older than the rest of us (still the same grade though) and her mom was a witch so that made her the high priestess. She was the one who would organize all of our rituals and held the power of veto over any proposed spells. While you think thatâd mean sheâd provide the ingredients, she never did. She did tell us what to buy and, let me tell you, some of those things were expensive for a high schooler. We met in the park behind her house, and she demanded that at least one of us be in every one of her classes. If we werenât, weâd be âcycledâ out of the coven until our parents convinced the school to transfer us in.
Any alt kid knows what Iâm talking about because they had a Sarah in their life. If she was angry, we had to be angry (and a little afraid of her). If she was sad, we were expected to ask why. If she was happy, we had to be even more happy. You get the picture.
The problem came when Sarah added Jess (fake name) to the Coven during the start of our junior year. It was the first time Sarah allowed someone else from a witch family to join. Jess was a transfer student from England. She told us all that that made her magic deeper and more powerful because she was a âdaughter of the witches you could not burn.â When I pointed out that that statement is historically inaccurate, Jess called me a âpilgrim.â She tried to convince Sarah to blind me (take away my decision-making power in the coven), but I was the only one with reliable access to dried herbs (my momâs a botanist and didnât count her stores like Sarahâs mom did), so Sarah said no.
Jessâ dislike of me got worse when I actually did dress like a pilgrim for Halloween that year. And, if Iâm honest, I did take it a little far. I was a hot-headed kid. I followed her around the entire day and had kids sign one of two petitions â âBurnâ or âNot Burn.â When the Burn Petition won, I could tell I went too far (there were a LOT of signatures). I tried to make it a joke and told her that now she really was a witch we couldnât burn.
Jess and I got in our first physical fight. Sarah eventually broke it up, but not before Jess ripped out a good chunk of my hair, and I broke the tigerâs eye bracelet she wore.
 I later heard from another coven member that Jess tried to lay a curse on me that night. Unfortunately for her, I was pretty interested in defensive work and had a fresh witchâs jar buried under my window. Her curse got caught in it and rebounded. Apparently, thatâs how Jess got pink eye, not from her younger sister.
We fought like cats and dogs. Any time Jess would talk about England, Iâd make fun of her accent. When I brought up what spell Iâd like to do, Jess would call me a juvenile pilgrim. Eventually, Jess got smart. Sheâd text me insults rather than say them to my face so that sheâd have a chance to tattle to Sarah before I got the chance to hit back.
Sarah pulled me aside at least three times to âaddressâ the fights. She basically said that I needed to respect Jess more because she came from a witch family, like her. She told me I could learn a lot from Jess if I stopped acting like a human. When I pointed out that we are humans, just humans who have elected to use magic, she got really mad.
And when Sarah got mad, she could make life really difficult.
My spell for luck on midterms got passed over for Jessâ jinx on our English teacher. The jinx worked and Ms. Edel tripped, but guess who still came to class with a broken leg? MS. EDEL. Guess who failed their midterm?
ALL SEVEN OF US.
Damn, I canât believe Iâm still upset by this petty high school drama. Therapy did not work.
So safe to say that Jess and I never became friends. I love magic now and loved it then, but she took it so seriously. Iâve always believed magic should be fun. All the spells she brought to the coven required a spirit elementâblood, hair, sacrifice. One of the members was a strict green witch and had to drop out because of it. We missed two full moons until Sarah approved Eileen to rejoin after she woke up from her coma.
(And before anyone freaks out about the coma â we all ended up in comas here and there. We were a bunch of uneducated and untrained baby witches who all had different belief systems. The fact that there wasnât anything worse than a coma is a miracle. She wasnât traumatized by it any more than I was by mine.)
Jess and I mostly avoided each other for the rest of the year. We always voted against the otherâs spell and Iâm fairly certain she tried to trip jinx me in the hall as often as I tried to trip jinx her. Sarah never tried to diffuse the tension between us. She confided in Eileen that she was grateful we kept each other in check.
Things could have continued on that way until we all moved away for college (or repeated the year after failing all those midterms) if it werenât for the vernal equinox. Or, as we inaccurately called it, the Spring Solstice.
The way it worked was that we all got to propose a ritual during equinoxes. Theyâre powerful magical events on their own and when you bring intent to the party? They were always our biggest, most successful workings.
Sarah always chose what we did on those days. She pretended like we got to vote, but we all knew she would never choose one of our rituals. My freshman year, she made us all do one for beauty. Because it was a âmake real what is in the eye of the beholderâ type, some of our transformations were a littleâŠtraumatizing. Iâm only telling you this so you understand the power an equinox has, okay? I do not think this way anymore. Other members were just as extreme. Eileen went from a Wendy from Wendyâs to a Jessica Rabbit. And IâŠ
Well.
I grew rabbit ears and teeth. That doesnât make me a furry! Who Framed Roger Rabbit? was super influential on BOTH Eileen and me. I was a kid and didnât understand my own concept of beauty. It took almost three months before I got the ears to go away entirely.
Suffice it to say, we were all excited and nervous for what ritual Sarah would pick, which is why it was a blow to find out that she had picked a ritual - Jessâ ritual.
A ritual for power.
I didnât want to do it from day one, okay? My belief is that whatever magic comes to you naturally is whatâs okay to take. I think if you rip magic up from the earth or the abyss, itâll change you. Maybe even corrupt you or change your personality.
But I was a kid and didnât know how to explain that. Jess and Sarah were both from witch families and they seemed to think it was okay. Even though I didnât like Jess, I did see her as a more âauthenticâ witch because of that. I know better now, but as a kid seeing all of her grimoires, I gave her false authority.
Jess explained the ritual to us over the next month. She talked about how we were going to be âtested.â The ritual would pull our spiritual selves from our bodies, and depending on how long we chanted, weâd return to them with more or less magic than when we started. She said that everyone in her family did it when they turned 18.
It wasnât until three days before the equinox that she told us what would happen if one of us were to be judged unworthy.
âMostly nothing,â she said. I remember her exact words, how her black hair spun as she soared through the air on the swings. We stood in a half circle before her and Sarah as they swung higher and higher. An audience to their aerial court. She said, âSometimes people lose some of their magic. When the ritual decides they donât deserve it.â
Eileen asked, âWhen the ritual decides? Itâs sentient?â
âThereâs an overseer weâll call on,â Sarah said. Sheâd been the only one allowed to read Jessâ grimoire. Her lip curled and she leaned forward so she could look down over Eileen like an avenging angel as she swung overhead. âAn impartial entity.â
âI am not a deity witch,â I said. I had long ago committed that I would never call on a higher being in any ritual. Most of our spells had to be modified for me so that I could swear to the cardinal directions rather than to the Morrigan or Hecate. âYou know that.â
âYouâre not swearing to anyone,â Sarah said and rolled her eyes.
âWhich means no one is swearing to us,â Eileen muttered under her breath. But I could tell she had given up by the slump of her shoulders.
âItâs only the unworthy who lose their magic,â Jess reassured. Her eyes flashed at me. âScared youâre unworthy?â
Yes. I was scared. I know better now than to think lineage has any place in witchcraft. Itâs about the magic, always just the magic. But months of hearing their rhetoric had worn at my self-esteem. It really felt like if I didnât do the ritual, I was as good as admitting I wasnât a witch. If I did do the ritualâŠ
Well. Obviously, I did the ritual.
I was a hot-headed teen, okay? I felt challenged. I decided that I would wear extra protections. Tigerâs eye and quartz charged with intention. I picked out a silver locket my mother gave me, filled with belladonna. She told me it symbolized beauty and choice.
Now, hereâs where I may be the asshole.
I canât give you a play-by-play of the ritual. It was ten years ago, and calling on that much magic has a funny way of warping memory. But what I do remember is this:
We gathered in the park before sunrise. Seven of us in new colors â spring green, white, soft yellow and pink. Jess made us get rid of anything with a working on it â crystals, cards, and ladders. She collected them all in a linen bag and threw them into the woods. I couldnât get away with my tigerâs eye or quartz, but she missed the pendant my mother gave me. It was a warm comfort against my chest as we began.
We lit the fire together, each of us frantically thumbing our lighter to make sure the sparks caught at the same time.
Jess brought the chalice. We all cut our palms and let seven drops fall into it. (No, we didnât use a clean blade. My cut got infected as hell and it itches like a witch. I know better now!) She bade us drink, and we did.
âNow the magic will see us as equal,â Sarah said while Jess prepared the next step. She licked her lips as if savoring the blood. âIt will only be our wills determining the outcome.â
Jess doused us with oil and herbs. It smelled sharp and uneasy. I had provided the herbs and knew all of them were either fresh or dried to perfection. But it was rancid. There was rot in the air, but I couldnât place it then. I wrinkled my nose and took up the chanting with the others to distract myself from the smell.
If youâve ever chanted before, you know the stages. First, youâre just talking. You say the words and they mean something, but you donât feel them. Then your mouth gets tired. You start messing up the timing of the words. You stutter. You stumble. The words lose meaning. Most people stop there. They fall silent and sink into a shallow meditation with heads full of fog.
Youâre only a witch if you can reach the next step. You keep saying the words. They become comfortable. You wear the words like clothes and feel your cadence curl through you like a companion. Your body goes on autopilot and your mind relaxes. The chant turns smooth as silk. Depending on the chant, you lose yourself to the sweetness of your coven singing. Sometimes, you sink into the earth with them. Other times, you ride the flow of the magic like waves.
This time, the words pulled us away from our bodies. Jess slowly introduced new words to our chant. Words of summoning.
We called upon the Overseer.
Pressure fell around me like a vice. I couldnât breathe even as the ritual fell from my lips without breaking. Magic had, at that point, always given me control. This? This was a complete loss of it.
I felt myself compressing. Smaller and smaller in the face of the being that was rising in the middle of the flames. It was not an observer. The moment I âsawâ it, its endless form writhing in the space between the smoke, I knew that. It was a judge and jury.
It was a spider.
We chanted. It grew. It pulled us from our bodies like spiderweb and spooled our essences onto its forelimbs. It was not what Jess described and, simultaneously, it was. We were being tested. Our psyches were being tested.
So long as we chanted, the being would be contained. However, the longer it was contained, the more of us it could take. If we let it go, what would it do? Would it return any part of our magic to us? Any part of who we were?
Or would it eat?
This wasnât a test of magic. It was a test of faith. Faith in each other and faith in the ritual.
For those practitioners out there, you can see the problem. I didnât enter the ritual with faith. My intent was flawed from the beginning. Weâd had spells fail because of lack of belief. I had never been the person who didnât believe.
Until then
My words wavered. The Overseer turned its eyes to me. I could see my magic like thread before it, shimmering against the backdrop of its maw.
Then another tremor. Eileen dropped a word. The Overseer split and looked at both of us. Someone else faltered. One of the coven â I couldnât see them â fell and went silent.
The sky yawned overhead, empty and cold. The embers from the fire spun up into it and were lost. The Overseer rippled and I felt our coven shrink in the face of it.
I gasped around the chant and looked across the fire. The light licked Jessâ gleeful face. Her eyes hungered for my failure. I could see it. Through the connection of the Overseer, I could feel it.
Jess and Sarah changed the chant. To this day, I donât remember if they taught it to the rest of us. There are so many parts of the ritual that Iâve left out or forgotten. But I remember them chanting different words. The circle grew discordant.
âI offer my magic so I may be unspun and woven anew,â they said. The words have imprinted themselves like bitters under my tongue. âI offer my magic so I mayââ
Some of the other members tried to pick up the new chant. Their voices grew weaker and the Overseerâs limbs began to extend out towards each one of us.
I wouldnât offer my magic to that thing. I wouldnât be unspun. Eileen was stuttering. I saw her fall to her knees. I was close behind.
I threw my necklace into the flames.
Belladonna. Beautiful and deadly. It has meant choice to many women and many of them have been from my own family. It's extreme and itâs final. An end that doesnât always make room for a new beginning.
Pretty words that cover up what I meant when I threw it into the Overseer.
My intent was Death.
Entities never die. Iâm sure the Overseer didnât. It howled. The wind kicked up and brought the flames into a spiral ten feet tall. Its forelimbs shattered, and I reeled myself back together greedily.
Not all of us were safe from the Overseerâs desperate struggle against my death curse.
Sarah and Jess were alone in the third phase of the ritual. They had changed the chant. They had offered their magic and asked the entity to do with it what it will. They believed.
And because they believed, the Overseer took their magic with it.
I think it was the first coma Jess ever fell into. Her family certainly acted like it. They whisked her back to the East Coast before the end of the year. I heard from Eileen that she woke up shortly after I left for college.
Magicless.
Sarah too.
I fully own that I was responsible for the ritual failing. I panicked. Iâve gone through every excuse over the years. I didnât know what the ritual really was. I was just a kid. I took magic too lightly. It was their fault for not letting us read the grimoire for ourselves. But, at the end of the day, the real reason the ritual failed was because I panicked and I let that panic break my belief.
I moved on to college and it felt like running away. Iâve never returned to my hometown. Iâm happy with the life Iâve built. My magic summer camp gives me time to travel during the winter months, and I feel like Iâm making a real difference in young witchesâ lives.
Nowadays I teach young witches to never do a working without full intent. If they have doubts, they donât do it. Itâs a lesson I learned the hard way ten years ago. I tell them it can cost them more than their magic. It can cost them their lives.
Eileen is still back home and she says Sarah rarely comes out of her house. Sometimes she sees our former high priestess wandering the school grounds on nights of the full moon. I hear from other members of the coven that Jessâ family put out a bounty on me a few years ago. However, I never saw an assassin so I think that was just a rumor.
So, knowing that theyâre still not over it, would I be the asshole for attending my high school reunion next month? Iâve been craving reconnection with my roots, but Iâd be subjecting Sarah and Jess (though Jess marked Maybe on the RSVP) to my presence.
I know they must hold a grudge. If they were still witches, that would be a problem. I donât think Iâd be able to defend myself from one of their workings since I blame myself for what happened. But since theyâre not, itâs not really a danger. Thatâs pretty asshole-ish, right? Ignoring their feelings because they donât have the magic to back it up?
So WIBTA for attending my high school reunion even though the two girls I stripped of magic will be attending?
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*cough* agatha with a controversially young lover *cough*
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đ/đ: I'm combining this with another request for Agatha and a virgin reader because it seemed like a very natural fit. I hope that's okay.
đđ: Age gap (reader's in their 20s), Virgin!Reader, Dom!Agatha, Oral (Agatha receiving), fingering, accidental exposure, slightly mean domming
Agatha called you out for eyefucking her the first time you met. Reveling in the flustered panic that followed.
âWhat? No, no, I um- I didn't mean to-â
âOh, relax twerp, it takes more than a horny Zoomer to make me clutch my pearls.â
As unimpressed as she seemed with you though, that wasn't the last time she sought you out.
Because apparently, despite your age you made the best potions of anyone in the state, and her need for one drove her right up the grungy stairwell to your apartment.
Dressed to the nines in her expensive blazer and fancy updo, she looked almost comical outside your door, glaring through the threshold. âI'm here for the potion.â
âShhh.â You ushered her inside, glancing over your shoulder. âMy roommates don't know⊠about my extracurriculars.â
âOf course you have roommates.â
Of course that was the only part of your statement she addressed.
âItâs finished, come in.â
She followed you to your bedroom, a sad little thing, half taken up by your desk alone.
Your college textbooks were pushed precariously to the side to make way for your supplies, from which you plucked a vial and handed it to her.
âHere you go.â
Agatha held it to the light, examining the dark liquid inside with something like approval sparkling in her eyes⊠At least until you opened your mouth.
âThat'll be 500 dollars.â You said, wincing as her inspecting gaze turned to wide, fiery eyes. â...Mam.â
â500 dollars? Are you joking?â
âSorry. College is expensive.â
You wisely didn't mention that most of your customers were a lot less magically experienced than her and easier to gouge.
âI didn't even bring 500 dollars.â
You sighed. You could -as was evident- really use the money but you weren't going to pick a fight with The Agatha Harkness over it, that was for sure.
âFine. 100.â
She huffed but reached into a pocket and handed you the bill.
âGreat. Just great. Ya know, if you think I'm wound tight now you should see me on a budget.â
âUh huh.â You couldn't muster sympathy for her if you tried, you doubted you could even brew a potion to. âI'd think at your level you could just magic-up whatever you want... I'm not even sure why you need me.â
Nerve struck, her only reply was a withering glare as she tucked the potion away in an inner pocket of her jacket.
Talking just to fill the silence, shooting your shot because you figured you weren't going to make her any more pissed off, you continued,
âIf stress relief is what you're after there are other ways. Free ones.â
You didn't know if she'd catch your meaning, you thought it might be better if she didn't, but oh, she did.
Suddenly, you were the center of Agatha Harknessâ attention, a gleam in her eye and a smirk twisting her face.
âYou offering one?â
Your stomach lurched. Did that actually work?
You clawed inwards for any shreds of confidence, enough to get out, âI, well, I could be-â
âThat what the discount was for? You wanted a different kind of payment?â
And that threw you off completely.
âWhat? No, no I-â
âCareful.â She teased. âA sweet little thing like you really shouldn't be offering up what you're not willing to part with.â
She was fucking with you.
And you stumbled right into her trap with no thoughts of getting out.
âI'm not, I mean, I am, I'm willing, if youâŠâ
As much as she clearly enjoyed chewing on your embarrassment, you could tell her patience was thinning by the straining look on her face. She wasn't going to stand there all day waiting for you to get a sentence out.
Fuck it.
Agatha Harkness respects bravery you rationalized, seconds before your lips hit hers.
The terror of free-falling only faded as her lips pushed back against your own, returning your kiss with one more domineering, more violent. So heated your brain was almost melting.
Agatha pulled back, but with swelling lips you hardly felt the difference.
âYou sure you know what you're getting yourself into?â
You nodded dumbly, âIâm really into you.â
âOh, I know you are, Hon, that's not what I'm asking.â Her tone was dark and steady, as soft as a caress. âDo you honestly think you can handle me?â
You swallowed, eyes locked on hers against every instinct to avert them.
âI-Iâll try my best.â
She laughed, a breathy kind of cackle that left a wicked grin on her face.
âProve it.â
Her hands on your shoulders turned heavy and almost thoughtlessly you sank to your knees under their strength.
âYou want me toâŠ?â
She gave you that same look again, like she was waiting for you to catch up and running low on patience.
âOkay⊠wow, umâŠâ
Your hands, so steady and precise an hour ago while you worked, shook as you reached for Agatha's zipper.
This couldn't have been real, you waited with bated breath for her to slap your hands away.
For someone to jump out of your closet laughing.
For her to pull out a dagger and slit your throat in some kind of virgin sacrifice ritual, because, hey, what was more likely, Agatha Harkness fucking you or killing you?
But her zipper went down, and with a huff Agatha pushed her pants and panties down right along with it.
Holy fuck.
You nearly moaned at the sight of the most perfect cunt you had ever seen in your life. Which was redundant, but it was the only thought your fritzed, virgin brain would supply.
But with white-hot lust came a knot in your stomach as it dawned on you that hundreds of years of experience was staring you down.
How could you possibly live up to that? Be adequate even?
âThis is where you lick it.â
You startled at her gravelly voice.
Right. Try now, wallow in your inevitable failure later.
âShould we lock the door first?â you asked, glancing at your crudely installed cheap lock.
âI don't know, should we?â She asked rhetorically, looking like she was seconds away from pushing your head where she wanted it herself.
âRight, nevermind.â
You dove forward, licking straight up her slit and earning a catch in the older woman's breath.
Was she surprised? Expecting you to back out just as much as you expected her to?
Wetness gathered on your tongue, a taste of pure sex that made your head spin. You heard yourself moan. Go figure youâd be the first one to.
You lapped greedily at her cunt, a sloppy exploration that you could've spent an eternity on, but Agatha wasn't having that.
âMore.â She exclaimed, halfway between a moan and a growl.
You weren't too inexperienced to know what that meant.
You dragged your tongue up and prodded around for her clit, barely making out the little bud.
Okay. Now what?
You wracked your brain for sex tips. The alphabet trick? Did that even work in real life?
Testing the waters, you used your tongue to spell out your name on her clit, and in a flood of relief and liquid heat you heard a breathy, little moan above you.
Her bundle of nerves swelled under your tongue, hardening into something defined, something easy to play with.
âOh! That's it! That's a good girl.â
God, she was gonna make you cum on the spot talking like that.
Lust caving in your brain, your licks dissolved to messy, thoughtless circles and crosses. Not that Agatha seemed to mind.
You glanced up at her with hazy vision. Her arm was pressed to her forehead, fist closed as tightly as her eyes. She was already so close.
Possessed by a desperate need to give her that final push over the edge you brought your fingers to her pussy, sliding two inside of her in a gentle thrust.
Agatha moaned through gritted teeth, clenching hard around you while you curled inside her, grazing her g-spot.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.â
Saliva and Agathaâs own wetness dripped down her legs, down your hand, down your chin. She trembled beneath you, breath hitching and coming back a choked sob.
Violent flutters errupted beneath your tongue and around your fingers, but you didn't dare ease up without her command, you didn't until she broke off panting.
âEasy, Tiger, what are you doing? Going for two?â She all but gasped out.
âSorry.â You said, no more composed yourself. âSo, um, was that okay?â
She laughed, âyeah, you did good.â As if remembering that she was the wicked witch of Westview she twisted her features into something meaner. âBut don't get too cocky, it's been a long time for me.â
Before you could be proud of the praise or offended by it being cut down you jolted -nearly out of your skin- with the click of your door opening.
âWoah! Ever heard of a sock on the door?â
Oh fuck.
You couldn't even look at your roommate. Wide, apologetic eyes on a groaning Agatha pulling her pants up. Annoyed but not quite embarrassed about this stranger getting an eyeful of her ass.
With her own scolding gaze burning into yours you could only cringe deeply, watching as any chance of Agatha returning the favor faded into the abyss.
âI gotta say, I think this warrants a refund.â
#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness smut#agatha all along#agatha all along x reader#marvel x reader#marvel smut#marvel imagine#mcu x reader#agatha harkness
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psych institutions should be awarded for being the most unfriendly places for nd and mentally ill folk. funnily enough. do they not know what demographic uses their services?
#vent in tags#the fuck wdym i need to CALL you so many times bc i need to schedule my assessment date#(bc first of all i asked to be put into psych ward to get evaluated bc i thought it'd be faster and id save money and stress of even getting#there bc it's 2+ hrs drive away and they told me they'll call me 'next week' bc in summer the waiting queue is not really long#but they didn't call!!!!!!!!!! and i called them on literally friday and said i want to do just the assessment whatever i'll get a bus there#even if it's 3 times bc i couldn't wait any longer since i was starting a job#and they said 'well the doctor is now on vacation since YESTERDAY so you'll have to call this number when he's back in the middle of july'#so like they never even meant to call me 'next week' as they said in the first place???#i said ok will do so and then i called on the 14th and they said the doctor's not back yet he's starting work from the 18th#tf!!! why not tell me exact date in the beginning#and the fucking receptionist or whatever was so judgemental bc i didn't know the doctor's name#and i said 'yeah idk bc i saw him for the first time ONCE last time' and i just happened to see him bc the doctor i had the appointment with#apparently got sick the exact day i was meant to arrive and no one from the staff knew that they were sick??????#so they quickly arranged a doctor that was available#and he didn't even introduce himself#but that receptionist got my blood boiling so much i was like 'cant you like check what doctor i had an appt with by my name???'#ITS LITERALLY NOT THAT HARD AND THEY WERE SO 'how can you not know your doctor's name [insert diminutive form to call me]'#eng equivalent would literally be 'little girl/boy' yeah they literally called me like that and also misgendered me#so that felt like double the insult#and so i have to call for the fucking third time today and im procrastinating it so bad like im so anxious#double the anxiousness that the last times#; words generated by me
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