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If love
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#me apparently#i am johnlocked#join me#at your own risk#anna and the king#quotes that haunt me#johnlock#because everything is
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I love the mornings after a night of drinking. That liquid courage actually stays with me and I can actually coherently piece together my thoughts to convey how I feel.
And feel brave enough to post more than once in the span of 6 hours. Without feeling like Iâm annoying the people on the other side of the screen who literally follow me to see my posts or can just continue scrolling.
#rambles in tags#rambles are a result of liquid courage and emotionally charged#read at your own risk (itâs just long mainly)#feels good#but also- alcohol makes me mean apparently#I can be mean#I donât think Iâm a mean person#but I am a professional hater#and my humor isnât always nice- I like taking digs at ppl and they do so back to me#but on alcohol I take it to far I was told :[#it was just an insensitive joke at the wrong time (that someone else dogpiled on the person)#so Iâm now baking the person that I hurt a cheesecake and Iâm gonna apologize proper today :]#bc I can actually think past my âmake haha funny jokeâ#and realize what should and shouldnât be jokes :]#I donât like being drunk I donât think. I donât think I was drunk to begin with anyways#and idk how to feel about the last bit either#anywho Iâm baking a cake so#:]
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Michi Alternative Universes
Transformers AU
Designation: BlackHound / RedRot ((to be decided upon or using two for fake aliases)) Nickname/s: The Hound
Altmode: A black cybernetic Wolf, with red biolight stripes.
Faction: Non, Neutral (Too stubborn and disloyal to follow anyone)
Function: ??? Local Stinky Wanderer
Height: 35'' / 10,7 meters
Appearance; Black plating with red high lights and biolights, his pedes are shaped similarly to a wolf paws. Helm sports shapes similar to his alt mode's ears. Sturdier than he appears. Glowing red stripes upon his nasal ridge. Crimson optics. Sharp denta for tearing metal. A long black plated tail.
Headcanons;
tw's; sadism, cannibalism, torture, gore, stalking etc. He's a walking trigger warning. (Will generally begin to use the tag; The Hound tw . for him )
-Has a hidden scar beneath his right shoulder plating from a bullet.
-Lack of empathy, and repressed emotions, other than grumpiness and laziness. The only thing that excites him is the screams of pain, and watching the suffering of others. Add being sarcastic asshole to the mix, and non caring for being insulted to the mix. Only acts nice when manipulating others.
-Cannibal, since early functioning. Gained the taste for energon from mech's frames, and his tanks and frame has adjusted to his dark cravings of eating other mechs. This only improved with his unfortunate trip to Charoite's laboratory.
-Was in the same facility as Darkfang for awhile, and escaped at the same time as the Snake. They only met each other in passing.
-Has multiple hideouts across cybertron and the universe, which he tends to keep his kidnapped victims within to be tortured for his fun.
-Acts dumb occasionally, but in reality, he's a smart calculating killer, who uses dirty tricks to his advantage.
-Owns a few fire mods to his frame, that sets his servos and pedes on fire, including leaking black smoke. His intake, has yet another fire mod within it.
-Gathers trophies from his victims, parts like; optics, servos, digits, pedes, part of a chassis, glossas etc.
-Tends to refuse using the washracks, which means, there's usually the signs of leaking oil to his joints, or a dirty stink. He uses the washracks only, when he needs to keep his scent low, or someone drags him in them by force.
-Is known for stalking his victims or anyone for long periods of time, watching them, and gathering each piece of information about them, and those around them.
-Likes tossing severed limbs at bots faces.
-Fears Syringes
-He generally hates everyone, unless someone peeks his interest.
-Causes chaos -> runs. Dislikes face to face fighting, unless he knows he can win.
#Headcanon~The Hound#gore tw#torture tw#The Hound tw#//my hand slipped#//every f.andom I join apparently#//has to see this bastard spawn in the universe#//<.>#//interact with at your own risk or your muses lol
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this but with feeling
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#the shittification of EVERYTHING... isgt#how it's even possible you reach out to say ''hey let me give you money let me pay for your 2nd most expensive service'' and they'll be lik#''hmmmm idk how to help you ma'am but I'll transfer you to someone who does'' and then they don't#you're like ''there's this guy who's risking losing a potential client who wants your service SO BAD so I just want to negotiate with#someone capable of understanding simple questions and remembering what I said five minutes ago in a text message still available to read#and they say ''wait a minute please'' and disappear in the fog#I also marked an appointment to get a report for this year's taxes and when I called again the next day to do the very same thing#for a different person because two calls were needed for this and I couldn't get literally TWO PAGES in one go#I found out the first wasn't marked at all and turns out I CAN get both on the same appointment... next month#today I thought well let's see if 141 days were enough for the hospital to provide the missing info from my grandma's medical record#and the hospital admin is at her office today??? finally!!! *call declined*#and I'm still depending on VPN to access tumblr because (apparently) there's an internal beef between my ISP sectors and this is affecting#their clients and their own support network lmao I can't do this anymore#I mean I'm the mentally ill here who can't do shit from time to time... and YET
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please stop describing ERP as a "gold standard treatment" i am going to cry
#i am so so so sick of reading articles like âwhy won't your ocd get better? it's bc you're not engaging with ERP or doing your homeworkâ#why is everything apparently always my fault?#i can see how ERP works with a fear of flying or something#i basically did ERP on myself before with that#i basically instinctively used CBT on myself to stop my endless compulsions as a teenager#i still have them but i improved so much#but this form of ocd is NOTHING like that#you cannot use CBT on a fear of something intangible#ERP is making you do something you fear will send you to hell forever#if someone believes that genuinely there's no way they're taking that risk#and for BDD???#bdd is not just about anxiety it's about shame#ERP will not fix that#it's too late i can't undo anything#it's my own bad choices which made the BDD worse but there's nothing i can do now#please stop blaming me for seeing things as they are :'(#i'm stupid but not that stupid#you know when someone has really severe terminal cancer#you don't keep forcing them into treatment that won't work#you let them die#why can't it be that way for psychological pain?#i would like to have lived#but not as me#the ocd/bdd is no one's fault apart from maybe my own#but i didn't consent to being born#i didn't ask to have messed up genetics that make me this way#if it's my own fault bc âfree willâ i didn't consent to free will either#i just want to die without hurting anyone#i just wish i would die naturally so i don't have to face the guilt of hurting my mum#i love her so much </3
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hi! idk if ur into dsbm but if so do u have any recs outside of like lifelover lol that seems to be trendiest band within the genre and i was looking to get more acquainted with it ! i feel it deeply inspired the foundations single too, with gerard having been spotted wearing a leviathan t-shirt at one point i believe and following xasthur on ig, it wouldnât come as a big surprise honestly
hi anon! sorry this took me a bit to get to- totally slipped off my radar.
i am really not personally familiar with dsbm, the two artists I've spun and enjoyed are limited to None and Kekht Arakh but overall it's not a sound i reach for/have a ton of knowledge about. ive heard good things about bethlehem! though theyre not entirely dsbm, just sort of foundational to its development.
but i agree with you about foundations here- the production and sound is honestly a huge soup of stuff, not any one thing. but that current preoccupation Gerard has with the like. one man black metal scene (he mentioned watching that omm doc which features both leviathan and xathur in a podcast but for the life of me can't remember where) totally factors in, especially in the cultivation of atmosphere in the static (similar technique for a different effect)
#i cant give a sketch warning on bethlehem since i havent listened to them so enter at your own risk/do your due diligence#i will say dsbm is supremely influenced by burzum (i mean a lot of bm is) but thats certainly not a clean rec#leviathan and xathur are also more than suspect but thats recent news/wasnt immediately apparent because#one of the benefits of the one man band is its much easier to maintain anonymity which. is its own pro/con weight to navigate.#something to keep in mind with the recent proliferation of like. bedroom dsbm bands.#anyway- thank you for the ask even if i wasnt particularly helpful!#music recs#anon#igottheanswer#my posts
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Neighbourly Care (NSFW)
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader
Summary: You come home from college for the weekend but your parents forgot and you are locked out of the house. Luckily your neighbour finds you and they let you stay at theirs
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You think the neighbours are MILFs and the evening is filled with flirting and then you get to be fucked by each of them and then by both of them.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, top Agatha, top Rio, small mention of Mommy kink, strap-on use, oral, there might be more idk it's very horny
Words: 4.6k of pure horniness
A/N: I think I blacked out while writing this, its so horny. It's inspired by this request and hasn't even been proofread yet so enjoy the horny mess of it
Tagging @aceday because I said I would
AO3 | Part 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | Masterlist
The rain falls in relentless sheets, soaking through your jacket, and the rest of your clothes, for that matter. Each step squelches as you trudge the familiar path from the train station to your parentsâ house. By the time you reach the front door, your teeth are chattering, and your clothes cling damply to your skin. A sigh escapes your lips as you grasp the handle and pullâonly to find it locked. Your heart sinks.
The memory hits you like a slap: the locks were changed after they had a break-in a few months ago. Of course, youâve forgotten to get a new key. Fumbling through your bag, you pray for some miracle, some overlooked backdoor key, but your search turns up nothing except your phone. A quick glance at the screen confirms no messages from your parents and no backup plan. Frustration mingles with despair as you stand shivering, wondering what to do next.
Footsteps break through the downpour, and you turn to see Agatha, your parentsâ neighbour, crossing her lawn towards you. Youâve exchanged pleasantries with her and her wife, Rio, a few times during your trips home from college. Theyâre always friendly, but youâve never spoken beyond casual greetings. That hasnât stopped you from admiring them, thoughâtwo stunning women, each with their own magnetic charm. And yes, youâve labelled them MILFs in your mind more than once. Their son, Nicholas, is long gone from the nest, leaving the two women to embody a kind of confident, enviable domesticity.
Agatha snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts with a two short words. âLocked out?â Her voice is smooth, with a hint of amusement as she tilts her head and surveys you.
You open your mouth to respond, but your gaze catches on her appearance. Sheâs wearing tight black leggings that cling to her toned legs and a cropped gym shirt that reveals her navel, where a bead of rainwater trails tantalisingly down her skin. Her wavy brown hair is piled into a loose bun, though a few strands cling to her flushed neck. A sheen of sweat glistens on her skinâevidence of a workout she must have just finished. Your thoughts betray you as your eyes linger on the curve of her waist, imagining what it might feel like to touch her. A sudden heat rising to your cheeks.
Her blue eyes lock onto yours, a curious smile curving her lips. âHey, you alright?â she asks, a teasing lilt in her tone.
You stammer an explanation about the locked door, your forgotten key, and your parentsâ apparent absence. Agathaâs expression softens, and she motions towards her house with a nod. âCome on, youâre soaked to the bone. Youâll catch your death standing out here.â
For a moment, you hesitate. Accepting her offer feels⊠intimate somehow. But the alternative is staying in the cold rain, and the way her gaze lingers on you makes warmth crawl up your spine. You nod and follow her.
Agathaâs house is welcoming, with a faint scent of flowers mingling with something earthy and grounding. She grabs a towel from a nearby linen closet and tosses it to you with a playful grin. âGuest bathroomâs down here,â she says. âYouâve got two options: strip down and warm up, or stay wet and risk getting sick.â
Your eyes widen, startled by her bluntness. Agatha leans casually against the doorframe, smirking at your reaction. âRelax,â she teases. âIâll get you something dry to wear.â And with that, she saunters away, not bothering to close the door fully behind her. Her confidence leaves you both flustered and intrigued.
Inside the bathroom, you peel off your soaked clothes, debating how much to remove. In the end, you leave your underwear on, wrapping yourself tightly in the towel. When Agatha returns, she hands you a pair of shorts and a blue plaid shirt. Her sharp eyes sweep over you, noting your wet underclothes with a tut. âAll of it,â she says pointedly. âYouâre dripping everywhere.â Before you can respond, she adds, âIâm off to shower. Rio should be back soon.â She turns and leaves, her movements fluid and deliberate, leaving the door ajar once more.
Feeling the weight of her words and gaze, you strip completely, your damp underwear joining the rest of your clothes in a soggy pile. Youâre still mulling over what to do with them when the door opens suddenly. Rio steps in, her dark eyes widening as they land on you.
âOhâsorry,â she says, though her gaze lingers a beat too long before she averts her eyes. âDidnât know we had company. Agatha didnât mention it.â Her tone is low and smooth, carrying a quiet amusement that makes your skin prickle.
You stammer an apology, clutching the towel back around you. Rioâs lips quirk upward in a faint smirk as she backs out of the bathroom, but not before you catch the way her gaze sweeps over you. Your heart pounds in your chest long after the door closes.
You quickly shower to warm up, but thereâs no cleaning the thoughts inside your head. Memories of Rioâs lingering gaze replay in your mind, but theyâre quickly overtaken by images of Agatha. You canât help imagining what she looks like under the water, her skin glistening with steam, her hair sticking to her neck. The thought is startling, and you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the fantasy.
After calming your racing mind, you dress in the clothes Agatha left and leave the guest bathroom to find the two women.
You find them both in the kitchen; the warmth a welcome contrast to the chill that had soaked through your bones earlier. Agatha moves fluidly between the stove and counter, stirring something fragrant in a pot that smells like tomatoes, garlic, and fresh herbs. Rio, meanwhile, arranges a bouquet of vibrant flowers in a vase with meticulous care, her strong hands working delicately to adjust the stems.
Itâs domestic, serene even, but thereâs an undeniable electricity in the airâone you canât ignore under the weight of their lingering glances.
Agathaâs grin spreads when she notices you lingering awkwardly near the door. âLooking good,â she says, her eyes flickering over the borrowed clothes. The oversized plaid shirt hangs slightly off your shoulder, and her gaze lingers on the exposed line of your clavicle.
You fidget, tugging the fabric up, but Agatha only smirks, stirring the pot with a deliberate slowness.
Rio rolls her eyes, though thereâs a faint curve to her lips. âIgnore her,â she says, her voice laced with playful exasperation. âShe loves making people squirm.â
You manage a sheepish laugh, but it does little to quell the heat climbing up your neck. Agatha recounts your lockout predicament to Rio with the same teasing edge, her tone carrying just enough detail to make your situation sound both pitiful and amusing.
Rio hums in understanding, sliding the last flower into place and stepping back to admire her work. âStay for dinner,â she offers, her dark eyes soft with genuine warmth. âItâs the least we can do.â
Agatha winks at you over her shoulder. âYeah, we canât have you heading back out into the rain getting all wet againâthe downpour outside hasnât let up.â
You nod, accepting their offer, though the way they exchange glancesâsubtle but chargedâmakes your stomach twist with something you canât quite name.
As you sit at the dining table, Rio who is opposite you, starts pouring red wine into three glasses; her movements fluid and confident. Agatha joins you a moment later, setting down plates of steaming pasta and sitting next to her wife. âHope you like red,â she says, her teasing smile returning.
The conversation flows easily over dinner; their attention split between each other and you. They ask about college life, your plans for the future, and your family; their questions laced with genuine interest and just enough flirtation to keep you on edge
When you have all finished, Rio stands to clear the plates, leaning close as she reaches for yours. The proximity is dizzying, her chest brushing your shoulder, and you catch a faint, earthy scent clinging to her skin.
Agatha doesnât miss a beat, her eyes flickering between you and Rio, her expression smouldering. She doesnât say a word, but the intensity in her gaze speaks volumes.
When you offer to help with the dishes, they wave you off with a chorus of ânonsense.â Agathaâs smile turns wicked. âBesides, we were supposed to have a movie date night tonight. You should join usâitâd be a shame to let all this wine go to waste.â
The phrasing makes you pause, but before you can think too much about it, Agatha ushers you into the living room.Â
The room is cozy, bathed in the soft glow of lamps. Rio claims the armchair with an almost feline grace, crossing her legs and leaning back with a glass of wine in hand. Agatha sprawls on the couch, her posture open and inviting. She pats the seat beside her with an easy smile.
You hesitate for half a second before sitting on the far end of the couch, hyper-aware of the spaceâor lack thereofâbetween you.
The movie starts, but itâs impossible to focus. Agatha stretches her arm along the back of the couch, her fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. The touch is casual, almost innocent, but it sends your pulse racing.
She leans over at one point to refill your glass, her chest grazing your arm. The heat of her proximity is overwhelming, and youâre sure Rio notices the way you stiffen. Thereâs a flicker of amusement in her dark eyes as she takes a sip from her own glass, her lips quirking into a faint smirk.
As the movie progresses, the conversation becomes more pointed. They ask if youâre seeing anyone, and when you choke on your wine at the question, Agatha laughsâa low, throaty sound that makes your stomach flutter.
âNo,â you mumble, setting your glass down a little too quickly.
âWell, thatâs a shame,â she says, her hand brushing your knee lightly. The weight of her touch lingers, even as she pulls away. âI was sure a pretty little thing like you would get snapped up in a heartbeat.â
Rio arches a brow at her wife. âDonât scare them off, Aggie.â
âWhat? Iâm just being friendly,â Agatha replies, her tone innocent but her smirk anything but.
The conversation continues, peppered with light touches and teasing remarks that leave your heart racing.
By the time the credits roll, the tension in the room is palpable. Rio sets her glass down and stretches, her movements deliberate as she rises from the chair. âWhat do you think of married life, Aggie?â she asks, her voice light but carrying an edge. âThink we make a good team?â
Agathaâs gaze flicks to you, her lips curving into a smirk. âThe best. But sometimes, itâs nice to mix things up.â
The comment hangs in the air, heavy with implication. Your heart pounds as you glance between them, unsure if youâre imagining the tension or if theyâre deliberately baiting youâand each other.
You nervously check your phone, hoping for a message from your parents saying theyâre home and wondering where you are. Instead, you find a single text: âOut of town for the weekend, hope youâre doing okay!â
You stare at the screen in disbelief, your stomach sinking.
âEverything alright?â Rio asks, noticing your expression.
"They⊠forgot I was coming,â you admit, feeling foolish. âTheyâre away for the weekend.â
Agatha clicks her tongue, feigning shock. âTerrible parenting, really. Lucky for you, weâre not going anywhere.â
Rio nods, her tone reassuring. âYou can stay here. Weâll take good care of you.â
Thereâs something about the way she says itâgentle but with a sharp edgeâthat makes your breath hitch. You thank them profusely, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as they show you to the guest room.
They leave you alone for a bit, both going to change. You sit on the bed, your thoughts racing. Their lingering glances replay in your mind, stirring something restless and uncertain. Without thinking, you pick up your phone and start searching their names on social media. Your heart beats faster as you hope for a bikini picture or somethingâanythingâthat might help you satisfy the growing ache of desire.
A knock at the door startles you, and you quickly set the phone aside. Rio steps in, holding a phone charger. âThought you might need this,â she says, her voice soft and her gaze steady.
âThanks,â you manage, taking it from her. Her fingers brush yours for a fleeting moment, and she lingers by the door before slipping away.
Did she know what you were about to do?
A short while later, thereâs another knock. This time, itâs Agatha, holding a glass of water. âThought you might be thirsty,â she says, her tone lighter, almost teasing.
Surely she hears how that sounds, right?
Her fingers graze yours as she hands it to you, and the warmth of her touch lingers long after she leaves. You sit on the edge of the bed, clutching the glass, your mind spinning with questions you canât answer.
"Okay, itâs totally normal to be offered a glass of water before bed, and it does not mean they can read your mind,â you whisper to yourself, trying to curb your horniness.
â
Later that night, as you lie in bed, unable to sleep, the events of the evening are still playing over in your mind, especially the lingering touches and smirks. Suddenly, you remember the spare key your parents used to keep hidden under the plant pot by the front door. Without even thinking about how weird it was to up and leave in the middle of the night, you hop out of bed and tiptoe down the hallway, careful not to make a sound. But just as you reach the stairs, a voice stops you cold.
âExactly where do you think youâre sneaking off to?â
Turning slowly, you see Agatha leaning against a doorway, her silhouette illuminated by the faint light from her bedroom. She is wearing a floral robe, and her hair is slightly mussed; her expression is both amused and predatory.
âIâI wasnât sneaking,â you stammer, holding up your hands defensively. âI just remembered my parents used to keep a spare key under the plant pot. I thought Iâd grab it and let myself inââ
âWithout saying goodbye?â she interrupts, stepping closer. Her tone is teasing, but thereâs a sharpness to her gaze that makes your pulse quicken.
Before you can respond, another figure appears behind her. Itâs Rio, wearing nothing but her underwear and a top that reads: BOHNER FAMILY REUNION. PITCH A TENT. Her dark hair is messy, and you notice a small, mouth-shaped bruise blooming on her neck that definitely wasnât there earlier.
âYou were being so good for us before now,â Rio says softly, her voice carrying an edge that makes your knees weak. âWe said weâd take care of you, didnât we?â
The heat in your cheeks is unbearable now, and there is a familiar wetness pooling between your thighs. You stammer out an apology, but their combined presence is overwhelming.
âRelax,â Agatha purrs, her fingers grazing your arm. âWeâre not upset, just disappointed you wouldnât come see us before saying goodbye.â
Before you can process her words, Rio steps forward, her hand gently tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. âWhere were you going to sleep after grabbing that key, hmm? Your parentsâ dark, empty house? Sounds pretty lonely to me,â she murmurs, her lips curving into a faint smirk as Agathaâs hands slide around your waist.
Rioâs touch is featherlight yet commanding, her fingers tilting your chin just enough to keep your wide-eyed gaze locked with hers. Her dark eyes glimmer with something unreadableâintensity, curiosity, desire, maybe all three.Â
Youâre painfully aware of Agathaâs hands on your waist, her touch firm but teasing, fingers curling just slightly as if testing your reaction. âAnd what would you do when you found out that they no longer keep one there? They stopped doing it since the break-in, donât you know? Would you come back over here and beg for us to take you back in and keep you warm?â Agatha says softly, her breath brushing against the back of your neck.Â
You try to answer, but your words stick in your throat as Rio steps closer, her thumb brushing along your jawline.
âSheâs right,â Rio adds softly, her voice low and velvety. âWhy sneak off when youâre already here?â
Your heart is racing, your pulse pounding in your ears as you look between them. You want to say somethingâanythingâbut the weight of their combined attention renders you speechless.
Agatha chuckles, the sound rich and almost predatory. âCat got your tongue, sweetheart?â She presses closer, her front brushing against your back now, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.
Before you fully realise whatâs happening, Agatha and Rio are guiding you away from the stairs. Youâre caught between them, their touches subtle yet deliberate. They lead you down the hall, past the guest room, and into the master bedroom.
The room is large but intimate, the air carrying the faint scent of cedarwood. A soft glow from a bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the space. Agatha releases your waist to close the door behind you; the click of the lock is startlingly loud in the quiet.
Rio takes the lead now, her hands resting lightly on your arms as she guides you towards the bed. Her touch is warm and grounding, yet thereâs a deliberate slowness to her movements, like sheâs savouring the moment.
âYouâve had a long day,â she says, her voice soothing but laced with something deeper. âLet us take care of you.â
Agatha steps into view, her smirk as confident as ever. âOr, we can stop. If thatâs what you want?â She asks, tilting her head as she studies you.
Your heart pounds as you shake your head, unable to trust your voice.Â
Agathaâs smile widens, satisfaction gleaming in her bright blue eyes. âBe good and use your words for us, hun.â
âPlease donât stop,â you whimper.
At that, Agatha moves swiftly to your other side, her presence as bold as ever. Her fingers brush against your jaw, turning your head slightly so youâre looking directly at her. âYouâre so tense,â she murmurs, her thumb grazing your cheek in a gesture that feels both comforting and intimate. âWeâll fix that.â
You barely have time to process her words before Rio steps closer, her body heat radiating against yours. Her hand trails down your arm, her touch featherlight but deliberate, as if sheâs memorising every inch of you.
The room seems to shrink as the weight of their attention consumes you.Â
Agathaâs thumb brushes against your bottom lip, and you feel a thrill shoot through you as her lips quirk into that teasing, predatory smile.
âSee something you like?â she murmurs, her voice a low purr. âYou werenât careful enough not to like some of our pictures online, darling.â
Shit. So their coming into your room was not a coincidence.
Before you can stammer out an excuse, her lips capture yoursâsoft but demanding, her confidence evident in the way she takes control. Her hands slide up to cradle your face, her touch firm yet tender, while the kiss is a paradox of teasing and intensity.
Rioâs hands suddenly slide to your hips, pulling your attention. Agatha leans back just slightly, her breath fanning your face as her lips curve into a smirk.
âYour turn, my love,â she says, glancing at Rio with a playful challenge in her eyes.
Rio doesnât hesitate. Her movements are firm as she tilts your chin towards her, her lips finding yours in a kiss thatâs slower, softer, but no less consuming. Where Agatha is fire and fervour, Rio is water, her touch calm yet undeniably intoxicating. Her hand presses gently against the small of your back, holding you steady as she deepens the kiss.
When she finally pulls away, her lips linger close to yours, her breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the room. âYou taste as good as I thought you would,â she murmurs, her voice low and laced with something that makes your knees weak.
Agatha laughs softly, stepping even closer so that youâre cocooned between them. Her fingers trail down your arm, igniting sparks along your skin. âI think theyâre enjoying this, donât you darling?â she teases, her gaze flicking between you and Rio.
Rio smirks, her eyes glinting in the dim light. âIâd say so.â
They exchange a knowing glance before Agathaâs hands firmly grip your shoulders, and with a playful yet commanding push, they guide you onto the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the harsh intensity of their movements.
Agatha walks into what you presume is her closet, but you donât think on it for long as Rio is straddling you in a matter of moments. She is kissing you with a deep need; meanwhile, her hand makes its way under the waistband of your shorts; she swipes two of her fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness, letting out a groan of pleasure at the feel of it and brings her fingers to your lips.
Just as youâre about to take her digits in your mouth, you hear Agathaâs voice full of desire call, "Off."
But Rio doesnât move; instead, she pushes her fingers into your mouth, groaning at the feeling.
Agatha grabs the woman by the scruff of the neck and yanks her off of you.
âBut Aggie, theyâre so wet already,â Rio whines.
If your lips werenât already parted from having sucked on Rioâs fingers, your mouth would have dropped open at the sight of Agatha; she had removed her robe, revealing the purple lace lingerie underneath.
She places something you canât see at the foot of the bed and comes to stand next to you. âIt seems like everything you wear ends up soaked,â she says, mock concern coating every word.Â
Rio looks longingly at Agatha, a silent request on her face. With a single nod from Agatha, Rio starts undressing you hungrily. And as soon as you're bare, her mouth is on you again, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin.
âYou know,â Agatha drawls, âBefore your little stunt back there, my wife and I were finishing off our date with a wonderful night in bed.â She continued. âBoth of us talkedâor rather tried to talk between our moansâabout how weâd get you to join us.â You feel Rio smirk against your skin at this last sentence.
You shudder under Rioâs relentless kisses and Agathaâs firm gaze. Your legs are forced apart with strong hands, and you feel the cool air hit your heat.
âYouâre dripping everywhere,â Agatha states for the second time that evening. âNow let us take care of you.â Her voice is sure, leaving no room for arguments.
Rioâs makes her way down your body, nipping and sucking at your skin. When she reaches your thighs, her touch becomes lighter, stopping short of where you want her mouth most.
âPlease.â You beg, back arching up into her.
The feeling of her lips on your clit is pure ecstasy. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of Rio starting to suck lightly. Moaning, you grab a fistful of her hair and grind up into her face, seeking more.Â
She hums in satisfaction, happy to fulfil your request. She nips gently and begins to tease your entrance with her tongue, dipping it in ever so slightly. It doesnât take long before youâre cumming all over her face, her name falling repeatedly from your lips. Itâs only when you start to come back down that you remember Agatha is still in the room. She is looking at you with sheer lust, clearly struggling to keep herself from interrupting Rioâs fun.Â
As if they could read each otherâs minds, Rio withdraws from between your legs and comes to sit behind you, pulling you up so your back is against her chest. She pinches one of your nipples, causing your head to drop back on to her shoulder. A firm hand grips your chin, forcing it back up, and you open your eyes to see Agatha kneeling between your legs, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs.
âYou need to look at Mommy when she fucks you,â Rio whispers in your ear before playfully nibbling your earlobe.
Agathaâs arms snake under your legs, pulling your hips up and into her. Itâs then that you feel something hard poke you, making your eyes go wide. At some point when Rio was fucking you, Agatha had slipped into a harness, a purple dildo secured firmly in the centre.
âAre you sure you want this?â She asks, bringing the tip to your entrance. âIâll only continue with your enthusiastic consent.â
The fact that she cares enough to make sure you were definitely okay with this, only turns you on more. âYes. Please, Agathaâ" Rio's grip on your jaw tightens. âMommy,â you correct yourself. âPlease fuck me, Mommy.â
And with that, she slides into you, facing very little resistance with how wet you are. As she bottoms out, her hips pressing into yours, you canât help the whimper that escapes your lips.
âKiss me,â you demand.
You hear Agatha chuckle when she leans into you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss while still continuing her thrusts.Â
The sex is messy and loud, and you cum at least two more times before the couple shows any kind of stopping. You are left gasping, your body shaking; Rioâs firm hold on you is the only thing keeping you upright.
âThink you can go for one more round, sweetheart?â Agatha teases as Rio climbs out from behind you.
With the strap still inside you, Agatha rolls you over so she is lying on the bed and you are straddling her hips. The other woman settles her thighs on either side of Agathaâs head, facing you.
âHoney, you really have enjoyed having our guest round, havenât you?â
Rio doesnât reply, only winking at you before lowering herself onto Agathaâs face.
You start to grind your hips at the sight, the strap hitting the perfect spot inside you, Agatha begins to flick her tongue over Rioâs clit, and Rio pulls your face in to start making out with you. This change in position has the harness rubbing against Agathaâs clit, pulling the most gorgeous moans from her. All of you are lost in waves of pleasure; the sounds of grunting, moaning, and whining filling the room.Â
You all cum at different times, but it doesnât matter because nobody stops until the last of you is coaxed through the final aftershocks of your orgasms.
Untangling yourself from one another, you and Rio flop down beside Agatha, dumb smiles plastered across all of your faces. Itâs a few minutes before they get up, but Agatha takes off the harness, giving it to her wife before coming back and drawing you into her arms. Rio wanders off to their bathroom to clean it off and returns with a wet cloth to clean you up as well.
She rejoins you after she's done and presses a soft kiss to your head, coming to lay down behind you, draping her arm across your body. With the three of you like that, it is not long before you fall into a deep sleep, a small smile still visible on your lips.Â
You were going to ache in the morning, but right this second you couldnât find a single fuck to give.
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Please like&reblog if you enjoyed, I thrive off external validation and it motivates me to write more stuff like this đ
read part 2 here :)
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I think some of it is likely racism, which adds layers I donât think I currently possess the nuance to speak on with clarity or precision, but bc of the way I view Eddieâs character, the big reason that sticks out for me is that heâs a single parent. And because heâs a single parent who is the main/only caregiver, I think heâs ending up getting a lot of backlash or unrealistic expectations that often get placed on single mothers.
The idea that he has to have his shit figured out, heâs not allowed to experiment, or express his sexuality, or make mistakes, it kind of reeks of wonât somebody think of the children-type pearl-clutching. And you add in the fact that he was raised religious but is ambivalent about or rejects some/all of it as an adult? How very dare he! Family values etc etc
Buck gets grace with all of this 1) bc heâs white 2) his parents are WASPy and heâs estranged-ish from them for obvious neglect/abuse reasons and 3) bc heâs the new man swooping in to help with the overwhelming childcare duties, but itâs not his kid so he doesnât have any inherent responsibility, he could leave at any time, so he can mess up however he needs to. (Think of Eddieâs grocery store rant at him through the lens of a separated couple, right, like Eddie was Going Through It too but bc he had to look after Chris, he didnât get to just fuck off and file a lawsuit etc. Then again kudos to the writers for letting him fuck off and join a fight club truly s3 was such a juicy time for buck and eddieâs plotlines) I digress
But Eddie does have the hefty societal expectations on him to have upstanding morals and be a provider and a caring parent and a proficient homemaker etc so he canât possibly be given room to fuck up! And he knows much more intimately than he ought to what the consequences of not meeting these expectations are! His own parents tried to take Chris from him!!! How the fuck would that not give him a complex?? Makes me mad that fandom would double down on that instead of giving him room to be a whole person. Anyways.
I've been trying to figure out what exactly it is that bothers me about how people talk about an Eddie sexuality arc in comparison to how the bi Buck one is being discussed and I think a lot of it is the tone. Why is it that Buck 'deserves to have a soft, fun time discovering himself' but Eddie 'needs to figure his shit out'? Why does Buck need to have a separate arc* but Eddie's needs to be connected to Buck? There is a very weird undertone in how a lot of people talk about it that is almost malicious, like Eddie should be "punished" for not figuring it out sooner? Eddie is somehow singlehandedly holding his life back and needs to get over himself while Buck needs someone to help him through all his problems (and they are always problems, not issues).
* The funny thing about this is that Buck's sexuality HASN'T been separate from Eddie, like at all.
#wow I have a lot of feelings about this apparently.#.txt#idk tho I think itâs a multifaceted issue but itâs a real shame bc itâs such a disservice to the characters#many of my fave fics are when both of them are fucked up in their own ways but like.#personally I think itâs almost more interesting to see how Eddie will fuck up and be fucked up by his issues#precisely BECAUSE he is a single parent and he puts HIMSELF on these pedestals#everything feels like higher stakes when thereâs a kid involved bc they are higher but it means your risk assessment is skewed#anyways#now my brain wants Buck and Tommy to be going steady or whatever so Eddie can go through his breakup with the nun (and with god)#and actually deal with his fucked up relationship with his parents (by which I mostly mean his mom)#and if that means heâs gonna do a weird dramatic coming out and have a slutty bar hopping phase#good for him. Chris can go sleep over at Buckâs place a couple nights a week or stay w Pepa or whatever#let buck be the babysitter/figure out childcar and transportation/sign the permission slips#listen. my mom had this phase when I was 16. luckily for her I already had my license so when she got too drunk#she just called me to come pick her up lmao I hated it obviously but now 20 years later Iâm still in awe#of the fact that she didnât go on a single date or go out and get wasted or do pretty much anything irresponsible that I noticed#for the first 15 years of my life. she had a lot of time to make up for lmao#so does Eddie#pls let Eddie be slutty and messy if he wants to be. or at the very least let him curse god and call in depressed to work for once#Chris is old enough that if he feels he has secure attachments to other adults in his life he will weather the uncertainty just fine. plus..#given all the other upheavals and upsets heâs had in his life so farâŠEddie having a messy sexuality crisis would barely tip the scale
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like i would | s.r
pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader
a/n: ok im gonna be honest idk how i feel about this one, i just wanted to finish it and put it out so apologies in advance if its not the best lol. this was requested with the prompt "i bet he can't fuck you like i can"! feedback and reblogs are always appreciated ! thanks for being paitent while i got this one out <3
cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, fingering, munch!spencer, jealous!spencer, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you whack it), reader's bf has a name which i hate in fics but its so hard to write this trope without a name so, afab!reader,
summary: a confession about your sex life makes it's way to the one person you'd hope wouldn't hear, and now he's determined to rectify the way you've been wronged
wc: 4.5k
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you were a great asset to the bau. it was why you were personally recommended by emily to transfer out of sex crimes, the skill set you brought alongside the field training you had proved to be vital for the teamâs success lately. you were also a great asset to the team. the bau was notorious for having people turnover fast, and you knew they were apprehensive with newcomers. but you managed to hit it off with every single member, one more than others.
spencer reid did not expect someone like you to join the team. not that he didnât have faith in your talents and skills, heâs read your file and obviously knows youâre more than qualified to be here. he just did not expect someone who looked like you to join the team, someone who didnât look beaten down by the horrors of the world and still believed in pots of gold at the end of rainbows.Â
it didnât help that you were so beautiful he literally would feel his heart ache when you walked in. like literally, would have to rub his chest to soothe the pain. and as spencer would, he would logic out his feelings with science because thatâs all they are, scientific chemical reactions in the body. but what he felt in your friendship, what he felt when he was lucky enough to be in your presence, was something no textbook, theorem, or equation could explain.
so imagine the size of the fucking hammer coming down on his head when he finds out you have a boyfriend who: 1. is not him, and 2. is an actual real life bozo.
apparently youâd been seeing damon from organized crime for about a month now, thatâs what he heard from penelope, and you âclaimâ to be super happy.Â
spencer doesnât buy it.
heâs seen the way your ârelationshipâ operates, and heâs got the facts to back it up. damon never lets you get a word in when youâre in group settings, even purposefully talking over you when youâre clearly attempting to speak. majority of the time heâs condescending about your job as a profiler for the bau, saying that him and his team bring down drug rings, but you guys âjust read their horoscope or whatever and decide the killer.â
it made spencerâs blood boil hotter than the sun. he couldnât figure out why you put up with it, and why you continue to.
the final straw that broke the camel's back about his disapproval on your relationship choices, is what he overheard on the jet one time on the way back from a case.
the girls were talking in the back of the jet, unaware of spencerâs very awake mind despite his visibly sleeping body.
âi donât know guys,â you had started with a sigh, âyou think itâs weird right?â
âthat your own boyfriend wonât go down on you? yeah hon, thatâs fucking weird.â emily strikes.
âwhat did he say exactly?â jj asked.
âhe said it increases the risk of STIs on the mouth? and doesnât like the feeling of thighs crushing his head? and that even with all the ⊠grooming ⊠itâs still unnatural ?â
emily gagged while jj continued, âumâŠbut do you likeâŠon him?â
âyes! he literally wonât touch me unless i do!â you rage whisper.
âi am about to give him an organized crime to deal with,â emily half jokes, âwhat an asshole, why are you still with him?â
âi donât know, heâs still nice to me i guess, and maybe iâm just being dramatic. or maybe iâm just not someone people go down on, who knows.â you sigh.
spencer stops listening, he canât hear you talk so poorly of yourself. not when itâs so far from the truth yet youâve been indoctrinated to think itâs accurate. how anyone could take advantage of you like that is beyond him, but it did light a fire inside of him and made him determined to help you realize you deserve so much better. if that happens to be him, then who is he to fight that?
â
spencer doesnât get his chance to prove it to you for another two weeks, when youâd come over to his apartment for a movie night after getting in a fight with damon, your date night being canceled and leading you to spencerâs doorsteps, all dolled up with tears lining your eyes asking to come in.
he doesnât even have time to be mad at your shithole boyfriend when heâs ushering you inside, offering you to sit on the couch while he goes and put a kettle on the stove for tea.
âiâm really sorry to just show up like this, spence.â
he doesnât even blink before calling out from the kitchen, âdonât apologize, iâm always here for you. anytime and anywhere.â
you give him a soft smile before returning your gaze to the soft glow of doctor who.
he returns cradling two mugs in one hand and a pack of haribo gummies in the other. spencer doesnât care for gummies, heâs more of a chocolate guy, but he knows itâs your favorite. so he makes sure to keep a couple bags in his apartment for you.
âmy favorite!â you gush. his heart warms at your smile as he sits next to you on the couch. you naturally gravitate towards him to lean your head on his shoulder, and itâs automatic for spencer to wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.
the whirs and whooshes of the tardis fill the silence for the next hour as you visibly become calmer than when you first arrived. he decides this is a good time to ask, âdo you want to talk about it?â as he turns his head to look at you.
âi donât know,â you say quietly popping another gummy in, âiâm starting to believe it's just a me problem. like, maybe iâm just objectively not a great partner, and thatâs why we keep getting in these fights. you know this time, he said iâm not worth all the effort and stress i bring him and that because of me heâs gonna bald at 29? iâm not a scientist like you or anything but even i know that, at least, canât be my fault.â you end with a chuckle.
spencer knows he should probably comfort you in this time of honesty youâve graced him with, squash your insecurities like a pesky bug on the windshield, and tell you how beautiful you are in as many words itâll take for you to believe it (and he knows a lot of words).
but right now? heâs just fucking pissed.
not at you, never at you. at your situation, yes. at that sorry excuse of a partner let alone agent, immensely.
so he canât help what escapes his mouth next, âwhy do you let yourself get treated like shit?â
you look up at him in surprise, at both the cursing and what he said, âwhat?â
âyouâre constantly talking about how awful he treats you, and yet everyday you still go back to him knowing itâs going to repeat the next day. i just want to know why you donât respect yourself enough to not let that happen to you.â
pulling away to sit far from him on the couch, you start letting the annoyance show on your face, âspencer, thatâs not fair at all. you think itâs my fault? do you really think i want to feel like this?â
âyes!â he shouts, âyou seem like you do with how much you crawl back to him everytime, and everytime you let him back in.â
âokay, i think i should go,â you stand up and grab your things, âit was a mistake to come here, goodbye spencer.â
he grabs your wrist before you can get too far, âi just have to know, what is it?â
âwhatâs what spence, let me go.â
âwhat keeps you going back to him, it canât be because you love him. itâs obviously not because youâre happy with him,â he lets out.
âyou donât know anything about me or my life, spencer!â you snatch away your arm and start heading towards the door.
âitâs definitely not because the sex is good, because i know itâs not.â
any emotion you had on your face wipes away like an etch a sketch, staring blankly at the door, hearing the man youâve harbored a crush on since you started at the bureau years ago, telling you he knows your sex life is abysmal.
your voice comes out small, âh- how would you know that?â you donât dare to turn around, knowing that if you did any resolve you held onto, any denial of emotions youâve stripped from yourself would come pouring out like a broken dam.
the couch groans at a loss of weight, and the floorboards creak closer and closer to you.
âi heard you, on the jet.â
youâre especially glad he canât see the blood draining from your face. if your heart already wasnât at your feet, itâs most likely six feet under at this point.Â
he heard you?
âwhen you were talking with the others about how he doesnât reciprocate, and wonât sleep with you unless you get him off.â he continues.
the room is getting hotter by the millisecond, temperature about to be comparable to the sunâs core. itâs one thing to have just anyone hear the intimate details of your life, but spencer? the man to which youâd been using damon to get over?
the only sound that can be heard is your increasingly heavy breathing, and spencer feels like heâs caught a fish on his line and is ready to reel you in as he inches closer to you.
âyouâre okay with that? not being taken care of in the way you deserve?â
his presence is merely nanometers behind you, the ghost of his fingers looking for landing on your hips. when you donât move away, and he hears your breath hitch at the contact, he sets his hands more earnestly on your curves as he leans down to the nape of your neck.
âjust donât know,â kiss, âhow anyone,â kiss, âwouldnât want,â kiss, âto give you everything.â kiss.
your head lolls back onto his firm chest as he whispers in your ear, âcat got your tongue, sweetheart? you were so mouthy not even five minutes ago. be honest with me, has he even ever made you come?â
the whimpers escape you without warning and you find a single decibel of voice to speak, âspencerâŠâ hoping the whine would dissuade him to let it go.
âuh uh, i asked you a question,â his arm tightens around the front of your waist to press back and fully feel him, âanswer me.â
your lexicon has depleted except for the one word you know heâs desperately waiting for you to say, and the one he knows is the answer. yet you know the second it leaves your mouth, everything changes. and maybe youâre okay with that.
âno.â
spencer hums lowly, âhas anyone made you come?â
âno.â you say again, softer this time.
âshould we change that?â
this was not what you expected when you came to see him after your failed night out. the amount of processing youâd done in the last year to essentially not be thinking about spencer 24/7 was extensive. and you were ready to render it all useless in a matter of seconds.
so you let the strap of your bag fall down your arm and hit the ground with a thud, and finally turned around to look the good doctor in his eyes. while his voice held traces of anger and frustration, you came to see his eyes were full of reassurance and comfort, the spence you always knew to prioritize your wellbeing more than anything.
he looked down at you and slid his hand to up to cup your jaw, and he hears the smallest murmur, so delicate yet so full of want leave your lips.
âyes.â
that was all spencer needed to catch your lips in a heated kiss, moving your body to the closest wall as he places a hand behind your head to protect you from the wallâs impact while the other pins your waist to the wall.
you move your arms to wrap around his neck and keep him pinned to you with no escape, like heâd ever want to. his lips detach from yours and make a descent towards your neck again, taking deliberate effort to locate the sensitive spots.
he finds one just behind your ear and spends time sucking and bruising up the spot, relishing in the soft whimpers leaving your mouth. while youâre lost in the sensation on your neck, you donât notice spencer move one of his hands closer to the button of your pants, effortlessly (and impressively) opening it up.
detaching from your neck with a heavy pant, he moves back to lean against your forehead with his own and look you in the eyes to ask, âis this okay? we can stop if you want, i didnât mean to be so forw-â
âplease donât stop.â
he searches your eyes for any conflict and finds none, considering it the okay to continue his downward descent. he returns his lips to the second home theyâve made on your lips and starts to push your pants down over the curve of your ass, leaving your panties on.
the flash of purple lace underwear glares at him when he glances down, and suddenly he remembers what got him in this position in the first place.
âwere you wearing this for him?â he lets out condescendingly, âyou really think he deserved to see you like this?â
spencerâs fingers brush against your front, leaving your heavy breaths hitting him in the face. you canât think of anything to say. hell, youâre not even sure if you know any words right now. all you can offer is a pathetic moan, and spencer doesnât think thatâs enough.
âcome on, donât get all shy now. what were you expecting him to even do, hm? thought you said he didnât care about making you feel good.â he taunts as his middle finger traces the outlines of your cunt through your panties.
you shudder at the contact, leaning your head back against the wall as he refuses to break eye contact. heâs waiting for you to say something, raising his eyebrows expectantly as heâs slowed down his movements on you. taking a shallow breath you open your mouth, âh-, he didnât care, just thought if i ke-, kept looking nice heâd wanna, fuck, do something.â you moan out.
âand did he?â he moved his hand back up to slowly slip into your panties.
his finger dips all the way down to your entrance to gather your wetness and spread it all the way back up to your clit, your mouth dropping open as you let out a whiny, âno.â
âwhat a shame.â he dips a finger into your hole and you let out a pornographic moan.
he drags his finger in and out slowly making sure to watch your face as it contorts in pleasure. once he feels youâve gotten used to it he slips in a second finger, increasing the pace and moving his thumb to circle your clit again.
âoh fuck,â you cry.
âbaby, youâre so tight.â he whispers. the way you clenched around his two digits made feel almost pussy drunk, and he wasnât even inside you yet. he starts to wonder if damon was doing anything really to prioritize your pleasure, and it only just worked him up more. he felt more determined to bring you to finish, so he picks up the pace and increases the pressure on your clit.
you drop your head to his shoulder no longer being able to hold yourself up anymore, the sensation of his fingers on you taking over, loose whimpers and moans falling out of your mouth every other second.
âspencerâŠshit, iâm gonna comeâŠâ
âlet go for me, baby.â he whispers in your ear.
the pleasure barrels through you like a wrecking ball, knocking the wind out of your mind and body. your legs turn into jelly and you almost fall before spencer holds you up. you try to regulate your breathing into his shoulder, hoping to calm down before you look up and meet his eyes again.
he makes that choice for you when he gingerly lifts your head up, his eyes silently asking if youâre okay. you donât even bother responding before softly pressing your lips to his again, hoping he can feel your response to his silent question.
the kiss picks up in urgency, and soon his hands are back to exploring your body again. they slide down to the backs of your thighs while he murmurs a small, âjump.â and lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist. without breaking the kiss he walks you both to his bedroom and places you on his bed with care.
his fists flank you on both sides as he leans down to kiss you, and he moves further down kissing along your neck and chest. you reach down to the bottom of your top to pull it over your head, leaving you in the purple lacy bra that matches your panties.
he detaches from you and stands at full height, gazing at the sight of you spread out on his bed with your hair framing you like a halo. he canât even help himself when he says, âyou look so beautiful, angel.â the blush rises to your cheeks, and you beckon him to come back down to which he happily obliges.
spencer moves down further towards your hips, and his lips ghost over the lace band spreading along your waist. his fingers play with the fabric and he moves his face to be directly in line with your clothed cunt. your breathing gets heavy, and you anticipate what heâs about to do.
âwait, you donât, you donât have to do that, spence. i already came.â starting to feel a bit guilty at the man above you potentially feeling obligated to do this, as you realize that if he heard you on the jet, he heard about the one thing damon refused to do for you.
âsweetheart, iâd love to keep making you feel good as long as you let me, okay? you gonna let me make you feel good?â he breaths, pressing chaste kisses to your inner thighs.
you give a slight nod and he gently pulls your panties off your legs, marveling at the light glistening off your cunt. he kisses up the plush of your thighs before pausing right where you need him the most. you look down at him and meet his unwavering eyes full of love.
he places a long kiss to your core before licking a long stripe. you moan out languishly, the euphoric feeling taking over every sense in your body. youâre unable to comprehend how you went so long without feeling this, it almost feels criminal. and the way spencer was eating you out, felt like this was doing it for him too even though you were the one getting pleasured.Â
it turned you on even more to know he was getting off on how much you were enjoying this. your head was spinning off into another realm, and the only thing tethering you to this reality was the grip of your hands in his hair. his tongue made circles and shapes all over your cunt before dipping down to thrust into your hole.
your thighs shake and threaten to clamp shut on his head, and he uses his wide hands to wrap around your thighs to hold them in place. âoh my god fuck, that feels so goodâŠspenceâŠplease..â youâre not even sure what youâre begging for, but of course, spencer does when he adds a finger into your hole and moves his tongue to focus back on your clit. the combined sensations were enough to tip you over the edge for the second time tonight, your release glistening on his chin as he moved back up to kiss your lips again.
your heavy panting tries to bring you back down from your high, a mix of sweat and the taste of you lingering everywhere.Â
spencer smooths your hair back as he moves his body to lie next to you, âi think, damonâs a fucking loser, if he doesnât think thatâs worth doing.â he says between pants.
you hum in agreement, or just in acknowledgement at whatever he said since youâre still reeling from the endorphin release. hiking your leg over his body to straddle him, you clumsily reach for his belt and attempt to undo the clasps to reach his growing member. you pull his pants down and palm him through his boxers, reveling in the broken moans falling from his mouth. you start inching downwards when spencer grabs you by the forearms and flips you over so youâre back on the bed staring up at him.
ânot tonight, sweetheart. itâs about you right now, wanna make sure you know what you deserve.â
âbutâŠâ you pathetically respond.
âi donât know what that neanderthal tells you, but sex is not transactional. i think if i ever see that guy again, iâd punch him for making you think otherwise.â
the words go straight to your core, turning you on even more. spencer takes note of how your pupils widen and your chin tilts up towards him.
âbesides,â he presses his crotch to yours, âthe sex wasnât even that good with him, right?â
you moan out again, unable to find words to satisfy his question. he leans back up and off the bed to fully remove his boxers and you finally get a good look at what was underneath.
holy fuck, he was huge. you propped yourself on your forearms to get a better look at him, and watched as he lazily stroked himself while he sauntered back over to you. the image was so lewd, you hoped you could borrow some of his eidetic memory so you could hold on to this moment forever.
his face held a smug smirk at your awestruck one, and he felt his ego inflate even higher, âby the looks of your reaction, iâm guessing heâs never been much of a, challenge, for you in bed has he?â
you dumbly shake your head no, âdefinitely not as big as you.â you whisper, more to yourself than him.
his smirk grows wider, âdonât worry, baby, iâll take real good care of you.â he says as he climbs over you to line himself up to your entrance.
you feel him slowly start to push in, the sensation of being split open growing bigger by the second. your brows furrow and your eyes are shut tight as you wait for the pressure to turn into pleasure.
if spencer thought you around his fingers had him pussydrunk, what heâs feeling now has to be close to pussy poisoning or something because he cannot think of anything in existence that feels as good as the walls of your cunt clenching around his cock. itâs taking everything in him to not break, to just fuck you senseless and reach his peak.
once his hips are flush with yours and heâs fully settled within you, he waits for you to give him the okay to move.
you, on the other hand, have never felt more full ever. damon was not nearly this big, nor has any other guy youâve been with. itâs a bit of a miracle on how it fit inside you, and how it felt better than anything you couldâve imagined. the pressure and slight pain subsides, and with a slight nod spencer takes the cue to start moving.
the first thrust has you both moaning out in harmony together, and he sets the pace nice and slow so as to make sure youâre comfortable.
but it's not enough for you, you need him to fuck you.
âspenceâŠharder.â
he stills at your word, leaning up so heâs perpendicular to you.
âwhatever you say, princess.â
and he starts pounding into you, hips rutting at a pace you canât even keep up with. the whimpers and moans gush out as the familiar coil begins to build within you. he taps your leg to lift it up over his shoulder to allow him deeper access, and heâs able to reach that one spot youâd heard about from all your friends, on reddit, in movies. you had no idea this type of feeling even existed, and spencer was hitting it with precision every single thrust over and over.
âfuck,â you whine.
âthat feel good, baby?â he teases, âthe way youâre squeezing my cock so tight, i doubt that fucker ever made you feel like this, huh?â
your tits bounce with every thrust, and the deepened angle has you reaching your climax fast. spencer feels it too and drops his head to whisper in your ear.
âi bet heâs never fucked you like this,â he continues his taunt, âheâd never be able to fuck you like i can, make you come three times in one night like i can.â
you whimper, âspencer,â
âsay it, sweetheart. say no oneâs ever fucked you like me.â
he was trying to kill you, death during intercourse would be a crazy way to go out but itâs a fate youâd be willing to accept. nonetheless, you comply.
ânever ever, fuck, been fucked like you, baby.â
spencer has never felt more satisfied, âgood girl, now come.â and with a final thrust he lets you reach your peak as he releases himself into you.
in the midst of groans he gingerly pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss.
the next few minutes are just filled with the sounds of yours and his heavy breathing, before spencer leans over to you, âwas that too much?â
still in your daze you let out a soft giggle, âspencer, i think youâve ruined all men for me.â
he smiles back, âi meant what i said, damonâs really stupid if heâs not willing to do all that for you.â
you intertwine your hand with his, âyou know, i never really liked him anyway. i was just using him to get over you.â
âme?â he says incredulously.
you nod, âi didnât know if you wouldâve felt the same so i just tried to move on to someone else, stupid i know, but i donât know it made sense then.â
he pulls you closer to rest in the crevice of his chest, âi have been into you since the day you walked into the bullpen, and letting you slip through my fingers is a mistake i will never make again.â
you hug him tightly before groaning out loud, âshit, i have to tell damon itâs over now donât i.â
âi mean, i could tell him if you want.â
âspence, no. i think you might kill him.â you laugh, âi can do it, i just donât want him to get all âorganized crimeâ on me.â
âjust tell him i have a gun.â
âso does he?â
âmineâs bigger.â he smirks.
you roll your eyes, âwell, yes.â
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Bruce: Alright, we got the family holiday party coming up and we need to go over some ground rules to make sure we don't have a repeat of last year.
Stephanie: Is it gonna be in the back room of the Clock Tower again?
Bruce: No, it's not. Apparently, the city doesn't enjoy holes punched in the wall.
Jason: Hey, that punch was meant for Tim.
Tim: You're a mean drunk, Jason.
Bruce: Rule number one: adults get two drink tickets. When they're gone, that's it.
Jason: Uh...
Damian: No, Jason, you cannot use Cassandra's drink tickets.
Jason: Damn.
Bruce: And no bringing your own supply. I will be checking water bottles.
Dick: But do bring your gelt 'cause I'm bringing my dreidel again and it's on.
Duke: I'm not risking my chocolate again. No way.
Harper: Two drink max and kids' games? This should be fun.
Bruce: Rule number two: no coupling up and sneaking off.
Jason, glancing at Dick and Barbara: Uh-huh.
Barbara: Oh my gosh, guys, how many times are we gonna talk about this?
Bruce: Think of the shame and humiliation. Think of the awkwardness the next day when you run into the person youâ
Barbara: We get it, jeez.
Bruce: Alright, rule number three: for the White Elephant, get creative. I don't know if you conspired last year but every gift was a weapon. You literally just exchanged weapons.
Cass: That really was epic.
Damian: Best White Elephant ever.
Duke: So where is the party gonna be this year?
Bruce: Right here in the Manor. That way we can get a deep clean in too.
Everyone: *starts complaining*
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I spent the evening looking into this AI shit and made a wee informative post of the information I found and thought all artists would be interested and maybe help yall?
edit: forgot to mention Glaze and Nightshade to alter/disrupt AI from taking your work into their machines. You can use these and post and it will apparently mess up the AI and it wont take your content into it's machine!
edit: ArtStation is not AI free! So make sure to read that when signing up if you do! (this post is also on twt)
[Image descriptions: A series of infographics titled: âOpt Out AI: [Social Media] and what I found.â The title image shows a drawing of a person holding up a stack of papers where the first says, âTerms of Serviceâ and the rest have logos for various social media sites and are falling onto the floor. Long transcriptions follow.
Instagram/Meta (I have to assume Facebook).
Hard for all users to locate the âopt outâ options. The option has been known to move locations.
You have to click the opt out link to submit a request to opt out of the AI scraping. *You have to submit screenshots of your work/face/content you posted to the app, is curretnly being used in AI. If you do not have this, they will deny you.
Users are saying after being rejected, are being âmeta blockedâ
Peopleâs requests are being accepted but they still have doubts that their content wonât be taken anyways.
Twitter/X
As of August 2023, Twitterâs ToS update:
âTwitter has the right to use any content that users post on its platform to train its AI models, and that users grant Twitter a worldwide, non-exclusive, royalty-free license to do so.â
There isnât much to say. Theyâre doing the same thing Instagram is doing (to my understanding) and we canât even opt out.
Tumblr
They also take your data and content and sell it to AI models.
But youâre in luck!
It is very simply to opt out (Wow. Thank Gods)
Opt out on Desktop: click on your blog > blog settings > scroll til you see visibility options and itâll be the last option to toggle
Out out of Mobile: click your blog > scroll then click visibility > toggle opt out option
TikTok
I took time skim their ToS and under âHow We Use Your Informationâ and towards the end of the long list: âTo train and improve our technology, such as our machine learning models and algorithms.â
Regarding data collected; they will only not sell your data when âwhere restricted by applicable lawâ. That is not many countries. You can refuse/disable some cookies by going into settings > ads > turn off targeted ads.
I couldnât find much in AI besides âour machine learning modelsâ which I think is the same thing.
What to do?
In this age of the internet, itâs scary! But you have options and can pick which are best for you!
Accepting these platforms collection of not only your artwork, but your face! And not only your faces but the faces of those in your photos. Your friends and family. Some of those family members are children! Some of those faces are minors! I shudder to think what darker purposes those faces could be used for.
Opt out where you can! Be mindful and know the content you are posting is at risk of being loaded to AI if unable to opt out.
Fully delete (not archive) your content/accounts with these platforms. I know it takes up to 90 days for instagram to âdeleteâ your information. And even keep it for âlegalâ purposes like legal prevention.
Use lesser known social media platforms! Some examples are; Signal, Mastodon, Diaspora, et. As well as art platforms: Artfol, Cara, ArtStation, etc.
The last drawing shows the same person as the title saying, âI am, by no means, a ToS autistic! So feel free to share any relatable information to these topics via reply or qrt!
I just wanted to share the information I found while searching for my own answers cause Iâm sure people have the same questions as me.â \End description] (thank you @a-captions-blog!)
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*pairing: illegal racer driver Jungwon x good Girl
*trope: frat/bad boy x good girl
*synopsis: Jungwon at only 20 is in the top 5 of the state for being one of the drivers of illegal races all over Korea but what would happen when your best friend and Jungwonâs best friendâs girlfriend invited you to see an illegal race? Jungwon is totally the opposite of your ideal boyfriend but with his bad boy charm but also gentlamen vibes you will be able to not fall for his charm?
*tags: A lot of humor,fluffy,jungwon loves to flirt with girls especially with the protagonist, pervy Jungwon, both the protagonist and jungwon love to tease each other, masturbation (f. receives it in public) fingering, pussy drinking,unprotected sex (donât horny ppl)+18,pet names (good girl,princess) (wildcat)
(English is not my native language)
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The smell of burnt tires permeated the cold night air, mixing with the metallic scent of petrol. The headlights of the illuminated cars created light games that made the road look like a movie scene. You were standing next to your best friend, hands crossed on your chest in your padded leather jacket, You were grumpy since your best friend in the car had told you that for that night you would not go to Karaoke and eat fried chicken but to see Jayâs bff running and you had a skeptical look on cars in line.
"I donât know why I came," you muttered, watching Jay waving animatedly with a group of guys near a black Nissan Skyline. "The underground races? Seriously? This is the height of your genius?" you told your best friend.
Your best friend laughed, settling down next to Jay. 'Come on, relax! Itâs just a different evening, try to have some fun!, youâre here with Jay and me, nothing will happen to you, and in less than two hours youâll be in your warm bed thinking about the adrenaline that youâve experienced, trust me for once, Y/n'
"Having fun? Getting into trouble? Great idea. If someone from the press studio finds out my scholarship will disappear instantly, Iâll ask for financial damages to your boyfriend full of money." You shook your head, adjusting your hair behind an ear for the nervous. You were about to make more biting jokes when a soft, vaguely amusing voice interrupted his thoughts.
«You donât seem like the type of place. Who did you take Jay to see an illegal race? The little mouse in the library?»
You snatched him up, and you saw him Jungwon. His eyes were sharp as razor blades, his smile bold and just curved his lips. He wore a leather jacket that reflected the lights of the headlights and leaned with ease to a shiny black car, probably his own a car that looked fast even when it was stationary.
You were caught off guard by her presence for a moment. "I am not," you replied, crossing your arms. "And apparently, you donât seem like the type to... break the law either."
Jungwon laughed, a low and slightly dangerous sound. «Itâs up to someone to add a little adrenaline to these monotonous lives, otherwise you know how boring life would be without a bit of a kick.» He pulled away from the car and approached you slowly, with the catâs step of who knows exactly what effect it has. «And then, it is not so bad, right? Look at this crowd, the energy. Arenât you a little curious to feel your blood pumping much stronger inside you especially your body to make you feel the sensation of adrenaline, of the anxiety and fear of being discovered in such a place where surely good girls like you should not be?»
"Not enough to put my life on the line for a four-wheeled ego race or to risk my money on a guy whoâs gonna be even smaller than me," you said, clenching your lips.
Your words, however, did not shake him at all. He seemed to enjoy himself even more. He leaned slightly towards you, his eyes as bright as those of a cat having fun with its prey. «Interesting,» he said quietly. «Usually people either fear me or admire me. You, on the other hand... Youâre a beautiful mystery, who would have thought that the good girl had such a sharp temper.»
You raised an eyebrow, determined not to be intimidated. "Maybe because Iâm not interested in impressing a guy who thinks heâs a hero just 'cause he can drive fast'."
Jungwon stepped back, raising his hands in surrender, but the smile never left his face. «TouchĂ©. But donât underestimate the speed. Itâs a feeling that changes you and makes you feel alive. Maybe you should try it at least once.»
"It will never happen," you replied
«Never say» he muttered with a small smile before a voice called his name in the distance. He turned, gazing at the crowd, then looked back at you. «Hold on to your skepticism, 'good girl'. Who knows, maybe one day youâll change your mind.»
And with that phrase and a smile full of arrogance, Jungwon walked away, leaving you with a mixture of irritation and something more difficult to define. Something that made you feel a shiver down your back, even if you didnât want to admit it.
"God, itâs unbearable," you mumbled between your teeth as your best friend burst out laughing next to you.
'Unbearable, of course,' said your friend, giving you an elbow. 'But admit it, he has left you speechless. Both because he knows his stuff but also because he is crazy hot with that bad boy aura but at the same time with those cat eyes that look at you attentively as if you were his next prey'
Youâre sunburned, your cheeks are starting to pinch. "Donât even joke about it."
But in your stomach, a spark had been lit, and you werenât sure that you could put it out so easily.
The roar of the engines was ringing in the air, covering up any conversation. You watched with wide eyes the cars lined up next to each other, ready to snatch like wild beasts. The headlights lit up the asphalt, and for a moment everything seemed to be still, as if night held its breath.
Jay was standing next to you, his arm resting protectively on your shoulders and his girlfriendâs. <<Relax,>> he said, a reassuring smile on his lips. <<Itâs all under control. No one will touch you.>>
"Iâm not worried about myself," you mumbled, even though it wasnât entirely true. You felt like a fish out of water, but there was something in the atmosphere, the electric energy of the crowd, the roar of cars, the tension before the shot that made your heart beat a little faster. Maybe it was fear, or maybe... excitement...that was the feeling Jungwon described earlier?
The deafening music that had flooded the road until a few minutes earlier suddenly ceased, leaving only room for the roar of the engines. All eyes were on the racers. Cameras and phones stood up, ready to capture the start of the race. Jungwon was in the front row, his face calm and focused as he held the wheel.
You couldnât take your eyes off him. There was something hypnotic about him: that arrogant ease, the confidence in his movements. It was as if the adrenaline ran through his veins instead of blood. He didnât even seem nervous.
<< So, what do you think? > asked Jay, lowering his voice so that only you could hear him.
"What?" you replied, trying to mask the disturbance.
<<About him. Jungwon. Heâs good, isnât he? >
You shrugged your shoulders, trying to look indifferent. "I donât know yet. He has to prove it."
Jay laughed, shaking his head. <<Youâll see.>>
The air vibrated when the start signal blinked. The cars sprinted forward with a deafening roar, the tires leaving black tracks on the asphalt. You held your breath as you watched Jungwon take the lead immediately, zigzagging through the corners with impressive precision.
The track was an urban course, full of tight curves and straight lines that tested the skills of each driver. Jungwon steered with almost inhuman ease, cutting corners to the millimeter without ever losing speed.
<< Look how he enters the curve,>> said Jay enthusiastically. << No one drives like him. He is not afraid of anything.>>
You watched him, fascinated, the other cars tried to keep up with him, but nobody could keep up. It was as if the machine were an extension of his body, and he knew exactly how to push it to its limits without ever losing control.
After two laps, it was clear that he would win. No matter how much others tried to get over him, Jungwon was always one step ahead, calculating every move with surgical precision. When he crossed the finish line first, the crowd burst into a roar of exultation.
Jay clapped loudly, pulling you and his girlfriend into a hug. <<I told you!>> he exclaimed, laughing.
You were very quick. "Heâs good, I admit. But heâs too young for all this. Itâs ridiculous to think he could be so good, he just turned 20."
«Itâs not ridiculous,» said a voice behind you.
You turned and there he was, Jungwon, still with his helmet in hand and the arrogant smile that lit up his face. He looked triumphant, but in his eyes, there was a challenge.
«Iâm twenty, not ten», he continued, leaning nonchalantly against a parked car. «And it doesnât matter how old you are when youâre the best.»
You crossed your arms and smiled shamelessly. "The best? In your head, maybe. People talk, you know? Not everyone is so convinced of your abilities."
Jungwon laughed a low and funny sound. «Let them talk. The numbers donât lie, i'm in the top 5 of the state racers. And trust me, it wasnât easy to get there.»
"If you say so," you replied, trying to ignore the shiver that had passed through your back as you looked into his eyes.
«You must not believe me,» he said, taking a step closer. «But sooner or later you will understand. Speed is not just about money or perfect cars, itâs about the heart.»
The evening seemed almost quiet. You were sitting on an old wooden stool, holding in your hands a mojito that was melting too fast. Your best friend, laughing next to you as Jay strutted in the distance, probably telling someone how good Jungwon was.
'Itâs not so bad, isnât it?' said your bf, giving you a slight push on the shoulder.
"It still doesnât convince me," you replied, sipping your drink. "Too much confusion, too many people... Not my world."
Your bf laughed. 'I know, but sometimes you have to try new things. Maybe thereâs something here that...'
The girlâs words were interrupted by a sudden and deafening noise. Screams, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of police sirens. The crowd exploded into a chaos of excited voices, bodies pushing and shoes pounding on the asphalt.
You got stuck, your heart was pounding. "Whatâs going on?"
'The cops, theyâre here!' shouted someone, and the crowd began to scatter in all directions.
You looked around, lost, looking for your bff with your eyes, but before you could understand what to do you felt a strong hand holding your arm. You turned around and found Jungwon staring at you with a serious, almost impatient expression.
«You,» he said, bowing without waiting for an answer. «Come with me.»
"What-? Wait! No!" you tried to protest, but he didnât give you the time. He dragged you through the crowd with fierce determination, dodging people and fallen bottles, to his car parked near the main road.
Jungwon opened the passenger door and almost pushed it in. «Get in.»
"I donât even think so!"
The sirens came even closer, and you had no choice. You sat in the seat with your heart in your throat, slamming the door just as he was getting into the driverâs seat and turning on the engine.
«Itâs written on your face that youâve never been to such meetings,» he said as he set off. «Too scared to move.»
You stared at him. "Iâm not scared!"
«Oh, you are,» he replied, and before you could fight back he put the gas on. The machine slammed forward at a speed that took your breath away. You clung to the seat, white knuckles, as the landscape began to flow at an impossible speed. The sirens were still behind you, but they got farther and farther away.
"Youâre going too fast!" you shouted, trying to make yourself heard above the roar of the engine.
Jungwon did not answer, his face focused while he was dodging other cars and taking sharp turns without ever slowing down. His calm was frightening.
"I said slow down!" He turned his head slightly towards you, a funny smile that curved his lips. «What is it, speed scares you? I thought you were more brave.»
That was the drop of water. Without thinking, you raised your hand and slapped him on the arm. "Slow down!"
Jungwon laughed, the sound was low and incredibly calm for the situation. «It doesnât work like that, princess. With the police on your tail, you run or lose.»
You stared at him, furious and terrified at the same time. "Youâre out of your mind!"
«Maybe» he replied, giving the pedal a further push. The car accelerated even more, and you felt your heart go up in your throat.
«Tell me where you live,» said Jungwon, suddenly serious.
You exhibited, still tight to the seat. "Why?"
«Because if you donât tell me, I donât know where to leave you. Unless you want to stay with me all night.»
Your cheeks burned. "Youâre an idiot."
«I take it as a compliment.»
With an exasperated sigh, you gave him the address. He nodded, turned the wheel with impeccable accuracy, and put a side road in.
The speed was only slightly slower, but not fast enough to feel the ground under your feet.
When it finally arrived in front of your palace, your heart was still beating like a drum.
He stopped the car, putting an arm on the steering wheel as he looked at you. «All together, see? It wasnât so bad.»
You struck him with your eyes, but you did not answer. You opened the door and came down, almost stumbling as your legs trembled.
«Good night, princess», said Jungwon with a smile as he looked at you.
"Good night a horn," you mumbled, slamming the door. But as you ran home, you couldnât ignore the fact that, despite everything, a part of you had felt that adrenaline... and you almost liked it.
The atmosphere at the university was unbearable. Every conversation seemed to revolve around Jungwon: the young prodigy, the boy who had rushed like lightning in the last run and left everyone speechless.
You sighed every time you heard his name. It was everywhere. In the boys' talks, in the girls' whispers. Even the professors seemed to mention with a veiled interest "that young pilot of whom everyone is talking".
But to you, Jungwon was just an arrogant boy with a passion for risk and a smile that irritated you more than it was allowed. Yet, there was something you couldnât get out of your head: the night of the escape. The speed, the shiver, the way you felt alive... and vulnerable. It was a feeling you hated and, in part, wanted to forget.
One afternoon, as you were desperately trying to ignore the avalanche of messages in the groups on Jungwon, your bff approached your desk with a complicit smile and a colorful poster in hand.
'Look here,' she said, waving the paper before you.
You looked up from the book. "What is it?"
'One race,' he replied enthusiastically. 'But not a big one. Itâs a training for the top 5, a private event. Only a few can attend.'
"So why show it to me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
'Cause I want to go there,' she replied with a smirk. 'And I thought you could come along. You know, as my partner in crime.'
"Not even in my dreams," you cut short, back to the book.
'Really?' sat down next to you, lowering his voice in a provocative tone. 'Are you sure? Maybe you can take the opportunity to thank that guy who saved you last night.'
You were blocked. Those words hit a nerve. You promised to thank him, despite everything. After that night you didnât see each other anymore, and not that you cared particularly... or maybe yes?
"Iâm thinking about it," you murmured at the end, leaving your satisfied bff in her place.
Two days later, you were exactly where you swore you would never be: a private track just outside the city, surrounded by a select few spectators. There was no crowd or chaos, only the roar of cars preparing to go down the track.
Despite initial reluctance, you could not deny that the atmosphere was fascinating. The shiny asphalt in the sun, the smell of burnt rubber, and the electricity in the air. It was all so... different.
You settled next to your best friend, who chatted animately with Jay. But your eyes were immediately caught by a figure in the distance: Jungwon.
He was there, with his pilotâs suit half open on the chest, helmet under his arm, and that cheeky smile printed on his face. He was laughing with a group of girls who seemed to be hanging on his lips.
You were staring at him, unable to look away. It was impossible to deny: he was beautiful. Perhaps too beautiful. His cat eyes shone with a light that seemed magnetic, and the dark and slightly ruffled hair fell perfectly on his face as if they had been designed for him.
And that suit... God.
"Oh, no," you muttered, looking away. You couldnât, you didnât have to admit it was nice. He wasnât. He wasnât even your type.
'Are you all right?' she asked, giving yourself a curious look.
"Yes," you answered, clenching your fists. "Itâs all right."
But as Jungwon put on his helmet with a fluid gesture and approached his car, you noticed that your heart was beating faster. And it wasnât the noise of the engines.
Coming fourth wasnât exactly the result he wanted, especially considering he had raced against Heeseung and Sunghoon, two legends in the underground races. He had given everything, but against them, it was like fighting a storm.
As he stepped out of the car and took off his helmet, his gaze wandered through the small crowd of selected spectators. He looked for Jay, knowing that he would be somewhere with his girlfriend.
When he found it, however, Jungwon was stuck for a moment. Next to Jay was she: the good girl.
She was still, her arms crossed and the expression swaying between embarrassment and a strange determination. Although the light of sunset played with his features, giving his figure an almost ethereal aura, it was evident that he was not at ease in that environment.
Jungwon approached, his disappointment for fourth place temporarily forgotten. Curiosity shone in his feline eyes. «Wow, who sees again,» he said, a sneering smile that curled his lips.
You looked at him with your usual exasperated expression, but with a slight blush that colored your cheeks. "Hi, Jungwon."
«I didnât think these places were your kind» he continued, slightly bowing his head. «Have you decided to add a little adrenaline to your monotonous life?»
Roll your eyes, ignoring the provocation. "Iâm not here to have fun."
«Oh, then why are you here?»
Take a deep breath, determined to say what you had to. "Iâm here to thank you."
Jungwon stared at you, surprised. «Thank me? For what?»
"For having me... Saved, if you may say so, the other night," I replied, looking down for a moment before raising it to meet his eyes.
For a moment he laughed, shaking his head slightly.
«Saved, eh?» she said, approaching by a step. «I would say that I have only given you a moving passage.»
"Call it what you will," you replied, trying to keep your cool. "But still... thank you."
Jungwon stopped laughing and stared at you, his eyes twinkling like something that looked like a challenge.
«And what do you think I want in return?» he asked, his voice low and almost hypnotic.
You looked at him, confused. "In return?"
He leaned slightly towards you, his face so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. Then, with a whisper that made your blood freeze in the veins, he said: «A kiss.»
Your eyes widened. "Youâre kidding, right?"
Jungwon straightened, smiling with the same arrogance as ever. «I never joke, princess.»
You stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. Finally, he crossed his arms and raised his chin in defiance. "Then you will be left without thanks."
He laughed as if his answer amused him even more. «We will see» and walked away with a sure pace, leaving you there with your heart still beating wildly.
It was a quiet evening, of those you preferred. Your best friend had gone out with Jay, and for once the apartment seemed to be in a pleasant silence. You were sitting on the couch with a cup of hot tea and a book, finally free to enjoy some peace.
But that peace broke suddenly when the intercom rang, making you jump. You were not expecting anyone. You did a little bit of showing, but then you went and checked the screen.
Your breath was blocked. On the monitor was Jungwon, hands in his pockets and that relaxed expression that seemed to say "Iâm always in the right place at the right time."
"Whatâs he doing here?" you murmured, nervously tightening the oversized pajamas you wore. He put his hand on your mouth, trying to collect your thoughts.
Despite everything, you opened.
Jungwonâs steps rang up the stairs, and before you could get ready, he was standing at the door, tall, confident, and with a slight smile on his face.
«Hello, princess,» he said, leaning on the door frame.
You looked at him, confused and with a mixture of irritation and nervousness. "What are you doing here?"
He did not answer. He entered without being invited, taking off his shoes naturally as if he were at home.
"what.." you stopped when you saw him walking around the apartment, observing everything with curiosity.
«Nice place,» said Jungwon, passing a hand on the kitchen cabinet and then taking a look at the sofa. He moved with the grace of a cat, calmly exploring every corner.
"You canât come in like that," you protested.
«Why not? » he answered, turning to look at you. «Iâm doing nothing wrong.»
You crossed your arms, trying to keep calm. "You still avoided the main question: what are you doing here?"
Jungwon came a few steps closer, reducing the distance between you. His gaze was piercing, and the sneering smile had never left his face. «I have come to take my thanks.»
The heart missed a stroke. "What?"
«I told you, didnât I? I donât leave anything halfway.» He leaned slightly toward you. «And I donât accept excuses.»
You roast, feeling completely overwhelmed by his presence. You tried to appeal to your rational side, but couldnât find the right words. "I... I donât understand why youâre doing this. I owe you nothing."
Jungwon tilted his head as if he was weighing up his words. Then he laughed softly, a low, warm sound that made her shiver. «Youâre always so sweet, arenât you? And scared.»
"I am not afraid," you protested.
«Oh, yes you are,» he replied, getting even closer. His eyes shone with malice, but there was something else too, something deeper that you could not decipher.
I stepped back, but you found yourself with your back against the kitchen table. You were trapped, and Jungwon seemed to know it.
«So?» he asked you, with a smile that seemed like a challenge. «What about my thanks?»
You looked down, your face was red. "I donât know what you want from me..."
Jungwon laughed again, this time more softly. He raised his hand and pulled a lock of hair from your face. His touch was light, but enough to hold your breath.
«All right,» he said, in a strangely gentle tone. "Perhaps Iâll let you choose how you want to thank me. But remember, princess, I never forget.»
With those words, he finally left and returned to snooping.
Jungwon was still looking around, moving like a curious cat, when his gaze fell on the couch. Without thinking too much, he dropped with a soft thud, stretching as if he were the master of the house. «Nice and comfortable here," he commented nonchalantly.
You were staring at him with your arms crossed, trying to keep a serious tone. "I didnât invite you to get comfortable, you know."
He ignored you as his eyes were set on a book left on the pillow next to him. With disarming speed, he grabbed it.
«Letâs see what our princess reads,» he said, flipping through the pages.
"No! Give it back!" you exclaimed, approaching quickly.
But it was too late. Jungwon read aloud one of the most sappy passages in the book, imitating an overly sweet voice. "And he stared at her intensely, unable to resist the temptation to kiss her..."
You suddenly blush, embarrassed. "Stop it, give me back now!"
Jungwon burst out laughing.
«I never thought you were a fan of romantic novels. Arenât you the one with the study books?»
You came to grab the book, but he pushed it away, holding it high above his head. "Jungwon, I told you to give it back!"
In an attempt to catch him, you swerved, falling on him on the couch. Both of you ended up lying down, you on top of him, the forgotten book on the ground.
For a moment everything seemed to stop. You looked up and met his feline eyes, so close that he could see every detail of their depth.
With a slow gesture, he raised his hand and stroked your cheek, the thumb that touched your skin with disarming delicacy. «Soft,» he murmured, almost in silence, as if he was making an incredible discovery.
Your heart was beating fast, and your face turned even more red. "J-Jungwon..."
He slightly tilted his head, his gaze curious and fascinated. Then, with a speed that caught you by surprise, he made you a slight tickle on your hips, making you burst into an involuntary laugh.
"Hey!" you protested in laughter, trying to move, but Jungwon kept teasing you with that funny smile.
«I like your laugh», he said, stopping at last. His voice was warm and low, and for a moment the atmosphere among you changed.
Before you could say anything, Jungwon leaned slightly towards you, his feline movements controlled. Then, with a confidence that seemed to leave no room for doubt, he laid his lips on yours.
The kiss was soft, but firm. There was no hurry, just a gesture full of respect and curiosity. You felt his big hands leaning around your back to hold you closer to him and with a sigh you let his tongue enter your mouth; It was the best kiss you had ever had and Jungwon looked so good at everything he did and you felt the heat of the contact immediately that broke down all resistance.
When you left, Jungwon smiled at you, his eyes shining with something you still couldnât define. «Now I can consider myself thanked,» he muttered, the mischievous tone but strangely sweet.
Jungwon looked at you with a smile that mixed mischievousness and tenderness. «You know, I must admit,» he said in that witty tone that you now knew well, «youâre quite good at kissing, princess.»
You opened your eyes wide, the redness immediately rising to your cheeks. "Jungwon!" you protested, lightly hitting him on the shoulder.
He laughed, the low and relaxed sound that always seemed to make fun of you, but in a surprisingly affectionate way. Before he could fight back, he wrapped an arm around your waist and gently pulled you to himself, causing your head to rest on his neck.
«Then relax,» he muttered, as he slowly stroked your back.
Part of you couldnât help but wonder: How can I feel safe with him? Jungwon was everything that represented chaos, risk, and defying the rules. Yet there, in his arms, was a calm you could not explain.
«Do you feel safe?» he asked you as if he had read your mind.
You did not answer immediately, clenching your fingers against the fabric of his shirt. At the end, you whisper, with a thread of voice: "It makes no sense, but yes."
Jungwon smiled, and his warm breath tickled your hair. «Maybe because Iâm less dangerous than you think.»
Before you could answer, Jungwon moved slightly, breaking contact. He stood up, stretching with a grace that seemed almost feline. «But now I must go.»
You looked at him, still sitting on the sofa. "Doing... illegal things?" you asked, your voice a little jokey but also a bit serious.
He laughed softly, shaking his head. «In a way yes. I have to do something very illegal for the human being, imposed from above.»
You stared at him, confused. "What?"
«Study», he replied with a sly smile.
You blinked, incredulous. "Study?"
Jungwon nodded, putting his hands in his pockets. «Right. You donât seem convinced.»
"Iâm not," you admitted. "You... study? Really?"
«Of course. I study law.»
His words left you breathless. "Law?" you repeated, incredulous. "You? The boy who runs illegally and seems to ignore every rule... Do you study law?"
Jungwon laughed again, amused by his reaction. «I know, I know. It seems a contradiction, doesnât it? But what can I do? I have a passion for rules. Only I prefer to decide when and how to follow them.»
You stared at him, trying to process that new information. "You are... a living contradiction."
«Interesting,» he smiled maliciously at you. Then, he slightly bowed his head. «And you are adorable when you are confused. See you, princess.»
And with those words, he left, leaving you sitting on the sofa staring at the door. And you thought that Jungwon was a riddle that you didnât know how to solve yet.
After days of life seemed back to normal, you were immersed in your journalism studies, trying to forget the chaos that Jungwon had brought into your life. You were focused, determined to keep your head on her future, away from distractions.
But when your colleague at the university newspaper asked you to write a piece about clandestine racing, you suddenly found yourself back in the center of that world from which you had tried to get away.
'Are you sure you want to do it?' asked the colleague. 'It doesnât seem like your environment.'
You raised your chin, determined. "I can do it. Iâll go with my best friend, no problem."
And so, that Saturday night, you found yourself again immersed in the racket noise. The pre-race was a chaotic party: deafening music, neon lights that illuminated the improvised track, people laughing and drinking everywhere. Your best friend, she seemed perfectly comfortable, but you don't.
Despite everything, you took your notebook and you started working. You had to do a detailed report, so you started to observe the machines and transcribe nicknames, technical notes, and the general atmosphere.
"The Panther" had a black and shiny livery, and "The Eagle" a silver car that seemed to slip in the air. Each pilot had a nickname, an identity that made them bigger than life.
But when your gaze was set on a machine unmistakable, your heart stopped. It was there, in all its glory: the hood painted with shiny stripes that reminded of claw scratches, and the name he had already heard whispered by Jay: The Wildcat.
Next to the car was him. Jungwon.
Your heart sped up when you saw it. Lying nonchalantly beside the car, he wore a dark leather jacket left unlaced, revealing a tight-fitting T-shirt that highlighted his dry physique. The messy hair looked even softer in the neon light, and the cat eyes shone with a mix of challenge and fun. He was not alone. Three, maybe four girls were standing near him, laughing and flirting openly. One of them had put a hand on his arm, and he didnât seem at all annoyed.
The pen you held in your hand stopped. You felt a wave of conflicting emotions: annoyance, jealousy, irritation, and that bit of insecurity that you could never get away from when it came to confronting other girls.
'Are you all right?' asked your bff, noticing your sudden silence.
"Yes," lying, looking down, and pretending to take notes in your notebook.
Jungwon seemed perfectly in his element. Every movement and every smile seemed to be designed to attract attention, and it worked perfectly. Everyone was watching him, and he knew it.
When one of the girls came closer to him, laughing and putting a hand on his chest, you felt yourself burning inside. You turned, pressing the notebook against your chest. It shouldnât have mattered. It didnât.
But then, as if he had felt your gaze even amid the chaos, Jungwon looked up and saw you.
His smile stopped for a moment. The feline eyes were fixed on you, curious and perhaps surprised.
You held your breath, unable to look away.
Then, Jungwonâs smile returned, slower and deeper. She pulled away from the car and stepped over to you, the girls who were quietly protesting about the sudden lack of attention.
You were juggling between the machines, trying to ignore the knot of emotion that had formed in his stomach after seeing Jungwon. You kept taking notes in his notebook, writing down details about the race, the drivers, the nicknames... but your heart could not calm down.
You were focused on describing a car with a fiery red livery when suddenly you heard a hand grab your notebook. You slammed your eyes and you saw it.
Jungwon was there, a few steps away from you, with that cat-like look in his eyes that seemed to be light inside. His eyes shone with mischief and amusement, and his lips curled in a sneering smile. «Hey, princess,» he said goodbye, holding the notebook carelessly in her hand. «I missed something or are you trying to write a book about us?»
"Give it back, Jungwon. Iâm working."
He slightly tilted his head, studying it. «Working, eh? You didnât find a minute to come and say hello? All the other girls did it.» His voice was a mixture of provocation and challenge.
Youâre sticking your jaw, trying to keep calm. "I didnât come here to make friends, Jungwon. I have other things to do."
Your words made him smile. He leaned slightly towards you, your eyes straight in his. «Let me guess... Are you jealous?»
You blinked, surprised by her question. Then you sat down, raising your chin with determination. "Not. Why should I be jealous?"
Jungwon stared at you for a moment, his smile widening as if he were having a great time. «I donât know, but usually the girls who look at me like that have something to say.»
You get stiff, feeling your face getting warmer and warmer. "I wasnât looking at you in any way. I have other things to think about."
He laughed softly, a sound that seemed to wrap her like a caress. «Sure, princess. As you wish.»
You ripped the notebook out of his hands. "Stop calling me that. And let me do my job."
Jungwon pulled back, raising his hands in surrender, but his smile did not fade. «All right, all right. But donât take it too hard. You know where to find me if you change your mind.»
And with a last look that seemed to promise trouble, he turned around and returned to his car.
The race was a whirlwind of emotions. You were with Jay and your bff, watching the chaos of cars sprinting under the spotlight. The engines were roaring, and the adrenaline felt palpable in the air. Jungwon was third, fighting ferociously to reach the podium and win that prize which meant more than just money.
You couldnât deny that she was nervous. Every tight turn, every overtake, every calculated risk made her hold her breath. The gaze was instinctively set on Jungwonâs car, recognizable by its aggressive stripes and proudly painted number.
But then it happened.
The Panther made an illegal move. A sharp cut to the trajectory, too close to be a simple mistake. Jungwonâs car skidded, losing control, and went off the track with an impact that made the silence in the air resound. No one laughed, no one spoke.
"Damn it!" cursed Jay, sprinting into the pit area to see what had happened to Jungwon. You looked for Jungwon, but he was as if disappeared, swallowed up by the darkness of the track. The crowd around you had already started to celebrate, shouting for Heeseung, Sunghoon, and the Pantherâs victory as the spotlight turned on the winners.
You were lost. You couldnât think of anything but the car that was off the track and the guy driving it. Where was Jungwon? Was he all right?
"Hey," a deep voice brought you back to reality.
You turned around and saw a boy coming towards you. It was the pilot of the Panther, the one who caused the accident.
"What is a pretty girl doing here with a notebook in her hand?" he asked, looking at you with interest.
"Iâm working," you replied coldly, holding the notebook to my chest. "Iâm a journalist, I have to write about the race."
He laughed, a sound that had nothing genuine. "A journalist, eh? Well, maybe you could write a piece about me. You know, Iâm the star of the night."
You stared at it, the obvious annoyance on your face. "I donât think Iâll write about who plays dirty to win."
The boyâs smile cracked slightly, but before he could answer, a movement behind him caught both of their attention.
«I donât think he wants to write about you,» said a familiar, low, and tense voice.
Jungwon was there. Hair sprawled, a small wound on the eyebrow that bled slightly, and an expression that promised trouble.
The Pantherâs pilot smiled, raising his hands in surrender. "Oh, there it is. I thought you were still licking your off-piste wounds."
He didnât have time to finish the sentence. Jungwon advanced with a lightning move and punched him straight in the face. The boy staggered back, a hand to his nose.
«If you want to win, do it playing clean» growled Jungwon, his voice low but full of anger.
Stood still, my heart beating like a bat. You had never seen Jungwon so full of fury and determination.
He turned to you, his feline eyes staring at you with an intensity that made you hold your breath.
«Is everything okay?» he asked you, his voice suddenly quieter.
You are slow and unable to formulate a response. He watched you for a moment longer, then turned to the pilot of the Panther, who was still recovering.
«Never come near her again,» said Jungwon, his voice dangerously low. And with those words, he took your hand and led you away from the crowd, leaving chaos behind.
You found yourself catapulted into the car of Jungwon, almost without realizing how it happened. He was furious, his face tense and his cat eyes shone with a disturbing intensity. His hands held the steering wheel tightly, and the silence in the car was broken only by the soft hum of the engine.
You look around nervously, trying to figure out where you are going. You did not dare to speak, but you could not ignore the charged energy that was breathed into the air.
In the end, Jungwon stopped in a poorly lit parking lot, away from the chaos of the race and the festivities. He turned off the engine but said nothing for a moment. He ran his hand through his hair, visibly irritated, and then turned to you, approaching dangerously.
«What the hell were you thinking, Y/n?» he growled, his voice low but full of anger.
You stared at him, confused and slightly intimidated. "I... was working. I just asked questions and took notes for the piece I have to write."
Jungwon came even closer, his eyes peering at you. «Working? With that ridiculous little skirt and the top that leaves everything in sight? Where is the good girl I kissed the other day?»
You looked at him, surprised and irritated by her reaction. "Sorry?! Whatâs the matter, Jungwon? Itâs not your concern what Iâm wearing. And, for your information, Iâm still the same person, even if I donât dress like a nun to come to these stupid races!"
He raised an eyebrow, the sneer smile returning to his face. «Ah, so now you like to be a rebel? Interesting.»
"Itâs not about rebellion!" you broke off with your arms crossed. "And stop judging me. Itâs you who runs illegally, not me."
For a moment, Jungwon stared at you in silence, then his smile went out, and his gaze became more serious. «I donât want you to get into trouble. Not with people like that, and certainly not in a place like this."
You were silent, struck by the sincerity in her voice, but you didnât want to give it up. "Iâm not a child, Jungwon. I can take care of myself."
Now your faces were a few inches apart. «You donât understand, do you? Itâs not just about looking after yourself. I canât stand the idea that someone else could even look at you like that guy did.»
You suddenly felt confused and vulnerable under his intense gaze. "Jungwon..."
But he didnât give you the time. With a strong gesture, he took you by the face and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours with overwhelming confidence, but not without sweetness. It was a kiss that spoke of unresolved emotions, confusion, and desire.
You stood still for a moment, but then you let go, returning the kiss. You didnât know what that meant, but at the time, in his arms, you felt inexplicably safe, even though Jungwon represented everything he had to avoid.
The anger, tension, and that strange, irresistible attraction that Jungwon seemed to be kindling in you all exploded at once. You grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and pulled him towards you, kissing him again with more passion, as if you wanted to make him understand once and for all how confused she was, but also how lost you were for him.
Your hands trembled as they sat on Jungwonâs sculpted chest. You felt the muscles twitch under your fingers as if he was struggling to keep control. The heat emanating seemed to burn her skin, but she did not want to stop.
Between one kiss and the next, he pulled away slightly, his lips still dangerously close to hers. «Wait,» he muttered, with a smile that seemed to hide a thousand secrets. «Move slightly from the seat.»
You looked at him, confused, as he moved swiftly into the passenger seat. She pointed with a sure nod to his lap. «Sit here.»
You stared at him with wide eyes, heart pounding in your chest. "Jungwon, weâre in public..."
He chuckled, the sound low and incredibly charming. «Nobody is watching us. And even if they did... who cares? Trust me.»
After a moment of hesitation, you moved in embarrassment, and you sat on his legs. Your arms instinctively clenched around Jungwonâs neck, as he laid his hands on his hips, holding you firmly against him.
«See?» he whispered, in a tone that had a disarmingly sweet sweetness. «There is nothing to be afraid of.»
He, on the other hand, seemed comfortable, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed a darker depth. His fingers began to trace little circles on your hips, and his smile became more intense.
«Youâre so beautiful,» he said, his tone suddenly serious, as he stared at you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him in the world. «You donât realize what youâre doing to me, do you?»
You shook your head slightly, unable to find the words.
He tilted his head, his gaze becoming darker but at the same time incredibly sweet.
«I donât want anyone to look at you the way I do. Is that a problem?»
"Jungwon..." you mumbled, but he didnât give her time to continue.
He drew his lips to your ear like a kitten huddled in its den, sank his face against his neck, inhaled your scent, squeezed you tighter, and began kissing you and making little pacifiers.
«You are so sensitive,» he murmured, as he heard how you tried to deny the moans of pleasure. «I love to see how you react to me, I bet no one has made you feel like this in your life, princess.»
This time she touched the edge of your lace panties slightly.
"Jungwon.... not here," You said as you felt his big fingers sear your panties.
Your words seemed to light something in Jungwon. His smile grew wider and more dangerous, and a bad boyâs flash lit up his face. «Oh, princess» he whispered, tilting his head slightly as his hands slid into her life. «I want everything of you... but Iâm not sure I can wait.»
Before you could answer, his fingers moved with an exasperating slowness under your skirt, and he began to draw light circles as you felt that slowly you were already excited for him. You held your breath, feeling the heat that spread throughout your body.
Jungwon, amused by your reaction, drew little circles with his fingers, stroking the slightly moist fabric. «So wet»
You whispered in a tone that mixed sweetness and provocation. «Is this all for me?»
You nodded weakly with your face becoming increasingly red.
He came near your ear again, letting his warm breath caress her skin. «I would like to take everything of you now, but not in this car. Not like that. You deserve more.»
Despite his words, he did not stop at all. He started touching your pussy but a grin formed on his face and looked as if there was someone outside and with a strong movement touched the lever that was under the seat and lowered it. «Lie down Y/n, I will make you feel good while I kneel.» Jungwon laid you down in the seat and began to slide his hands on one of your legs, lifting it to leave a kiss trail up to your thigh, Stopping occasionally to admire your soft skin that was illuminated by the moon and the intense look you were throwing at him. «I promise you that I will make you feel so good, you canât be touched by any boy from today»
He moved his head under the skirt took the piece of your panties between his teeth and slowly pulled it down, moaning audibly as he watched a series of excitement drip from your heart. His cock was already pulsing in his pants but today he just wanted to make you feel good, there would be other opportunities that he would be well.
You looked at him a lot embarrassed but also extremely excited when you saw him with your panties in your mouth and pulled his hair and carried him back down into your pussy.
"Jungwon, Iâm... you can lick it pls» Jungwon started laughing and tricked his tongue on your inner thigh, capturing your excitement on his tongue. «Fuck, baby, youâre so good. Let me eat your pretty pussy» You slightly widened your thighs and moaned instantly when he licked and licked, without even thinking about it, before reaching his hand behind you with his arms stretched out to pull you closer, guiding your hips down with force "Jungwon," you panicked. Your brain got a little confused as it pushed your thighs away, then lifted them up and away so that you could bury your face deeper between them. «Look at you, youâre getting your pussy licked in the middle of nowhere by the only guy you find irritating»
Jungwon took a second to smile at you, stroking your slimy thigh with his cheek, and pressing a small lingering kiss on your warm skin. His tongue was hot and wet against your pussy, practically melting against your folds, making long and deliberate passes up to your clitoris before you concentrate on it and suck it with a fervor that sent waves of pleasure.
Unable to hold your voice, you began to emit gasping and stuttering moans, unintentionally lifting yourself into his mouth as he licked and sucked your clitoris, feeling your cheeks burning more and more long he looked into your eyes.
"I am... oh my God, please" greedily caress your clitoris pulsing in quick and deliberate circles with the thumb, automatically bringing two fingers to your pussy, your greedy hole sucked them up to your knuckles, without hesitating to push them in and out of you. Once your legs hooked to her waist, she quickened and pumped the rhythm of her fingers, your moisture now so palpable that it was beginning to leak out of you.
«Come princess, only for the wildcat» you exhaled, licking your lips and savoring the remains of yourself on your tongue, Striking him in a way that made you fight the urge to let your eyes roll down to the bottom of your skull and come between his fingers and with a gesture he took her to his mouth and sucked her as if it were the best thing in this world.
Yes, he got up slightly and felt his cock and balls extremely tight and hard in the pants but it was worth it, he had just made the "good girl" come off the university and knew that she would think for not how long to this episode of him bowing to her to suck their pussy.
You had spent a few nights writing your piece, trying to maintain a balance between your natural contempt for the illegality and that subtle attraction for the adrenaline-fuelled world that you had discovered recently. In the end, you delivered your article to the local newspaper, knowing that it would create a sensation, especially among the pilots.
You described the atmosphere in vivid words, talking about the roar of engines, the smoke from tires on the asphalt, and people who seemed to live only for those moments.
Extract from the article:
"There is something irresistibly hypnotic about seeing those riders challenge everything and everyone, putting their lives on the edge of a razor for a ride of glory. But despite the obvious danger and illegality, I can not deny that I also felt the heartbeat accelerate, the shiver of every curve taken to the limit. Itâs a world that makes you want more, even when you know you shouldnât."
You also mentioned the most famous pilots, dedicating a part of his article to the young and mysterious Wildcat:
"Among the many, one stands out for his early talent and rebellious attitude: Wildcat. At just 20, he has shown a mastery of the steering wheel that defies logic. But itâs not just his ability that makes him interesting: there is an energy in him, an aura that makes him unmatched. Despite his age, he drives like he was born to do it, and thereâs a dangerous confidence in his feline eyes that makes you wonder what lies behind that provocative smile. Who knows if, behind the bad boy mask, there is something more... is a bad boy as everyone says or is different with the people he loves?"
Jungwon, sitting on the couch at home, had read the article carefully. The newspaper folded on his knees, his eyes shone with a strange combination of annoyance and amusement.
'So he thinks Iâm hiding something, eh?' he murmured to himself, "And it describes that adrenaline so well... Maybe sheâs not so different from me after all.'
Then he stopped to read another part:
"It is clear that risk is an integral part of this world, but perhaps this is what makes it so irresistible. Once you enter, itâs hard to get out of it, especially when you meet people who seem made for living without rules. And although I do not share this lifestyle, I cannot deny that there is something fascinating about observing those who are not afraid to challenge any limit."
Jungwon laughed slowly, was it perhaps a hint of what happened in the car between the gold two the other day?
'Good girl, eh?' mumbled. 'Youâre so convinced that you donât want to be part of this world, but underneath I know you like it. And Iâm the only one who can take you beyond that limit, Y/n
He decided that he could not let go of the matter. He had to see her, tease her personally, and above all make her understand that no one could talk about him in that way without suffering the consequences.
You had just come out of the shower and heard the bell ring. Your best friend was not in, and you were not expecting anyone. And on the screen of the video intercom was: Jungwon, with the folded newspaper in his hand and that dangerous smile you now recognized too well.
You opened the door, trying to keep calm. "What are you doing here?" You asked, crossing my arms.
Jungwon didnât answer immediately, just entering with a disarming security. «So you wrote an article about the bad boys of the city Y/n? Pleased with the comments you received?» He said in a low, sharp voice, waving the newspaper before you.
"Itâs just my job," you replied, trying to keep a professional tone.
Jungwon chuckled and slowly approached, leaning slightly towards you until your faces were a few inches away. «No one speaks of me in this way. Not even you.»
You instinctively backed away, but he followed you, the paper still in his hand, his eyes shining with an intensity that made her tremble. «Wildcat, eh? Feline eyes, dangerous smile... tell me, were you writing or fantasizing about me? what is it you missed already my touch?»
"Donât get your head in the sand, Jungwon. I just brought the truth."
«Truth?» he repeated with a grin, getting even closer. «And what is the truth? That you like this world? That you like what I make you feel?»
You felt trapped, and your heart was beating too fast. "I... I donât..."
Before you could finish the sentence, Jungwon dropped the newspaper on the counter and took you by the side, lifting you up easily and making you sit on the kitchen island. He stood between your legs, his eyes fixed on his.
«Spare me the apology,» you whispered, his voice full of desire and a touch of possession. «I know exactly what youâre trying to hide. Itâs in your eyes every time you look at me.»
You tried to talk, but before you could say a word, Jungwon leaned over and kissed you with an overwhelming passion. His hands seized your hips with force, pulling you even closer as if he wanted to erase all distance.
The kiss was different from the previous ones: there was not only passion but also a kind of affirmation. He wanted you to know that you were his, that no one else could get close to you like he did. «Never again write about me in that way,» he whispered against her lips, her voice low and hoarse. «I donât want anyone else to know how good I am at making you feel this way. This is just for us.»
Jungwon caressed your face sweetly, a striking contrast to his possessive grip on your hips.
You felt his fingers trace the skin of your hips under your shirt until it reached the breast that was completely uncovered because you had just washed, His fingers were slightly cold to contact your breast and Bud tickled you and made you slightly arch your back. «You are already so sensitive to me and i touched you only with a finger what will happen when you fuck princess?» Jungwon took off your shirt and started kissing you and tickling your breasts, your poor nipples were turgid and with one hand he held you still and with the other, he massaged you alternating to tighten your left breast. He sucked you as if he was obsessed with your breast but had other things for the head that he wanted to do, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him and he with one hand ran through your leg from the knee to the inside of the thigh, making you lose breath, a smug smile took shape on his lips as he tilted his head watching your reaction as his fingers approached your core, the tips traced him around your pajamas shorts and groans at the touch of his fingers around your core still dressed.
"Jungwon...I need" Your hand moved to touch his cock through the pants of the suit, making him moan, pulled down your pajama shorts, and when he saw that you already had your panties slightly wet a grin set up on his face, «God, already so fucking wet for me» and you kept massaging his cock, and I also took him off in his pants and made him spread a little 'the stain of the pre-ejaculate in his boxer shorts.
He took you in his arms as you kissed and kissed, and brought you to your room and laid you gently by the edge of your bed, you were perfect for him, It was months that he dreamed of fucking you and having you all to himself and finally came the time to see that the good girl who everyone loved at university was not so much a good girl when she was with him. He quickly removed your panties and his fingers finally touched your clitoris, winding around the bundle of nerves, throwing it every time you moved your hips trying to get more friction; «look at you, you are already so eager to have my fingers around you, where has the good girl gone?» You groaned and tried to move easily but Jungwon as usual was teasing you.
"Jungwon, stop being like that. We both know that underneath you were pleased with that article" Jungwon looked at you with serious eyes and without saying anything two fingers entered your already sensitive core, making you shudder.
âFuck, oh yeah!" Jungwon started pumping your fingers slowly though and you moved so much that you accidentally touched his cock in his boxer shorts with one hand he held you tight and with the other, he touched you but Jungwon had other plans with you.
«The other day in the car I made you come, now itâs your turn to show me what you can do, I really want to see if the good girls can be good with dicks» You looked at Jungwon slightly embarrassed and opened your mouth to the surprise of his words.
Choking a groan as his fingers curled inside you again. Your hands moved quickly to lower his boxer shorts, releasing his huge cock, making you open wide eyes but your mouth was even more flooding with desire for him.
Your hand quickly distributed the pre-seminal liquid, and your thumb gently moved it while you watched his reaction, smiling at seeing that you were making him enjoy only with his cock in hand, whimpering as he added a third finger, By widening even more. Your pussy was already sore and super sensitive by the overstimulation of his fingers and you kept on teasing their cock and sucking it "Jugwon, please" the guy in front of you laughed slowly and he also mooed something incomprehensible
and said: «What do you want, use that beautiful mouth you love to tease people to tell me what my princess wants» moaning loudly when he pumped all three fingers around your pussy it was beautiful but you wanted more.
"I want...I want you, pls" When he heard those words he let out his fingers and spread your legs and your pussy was super shiny, stimulated, and ready to take his dick. His tip only went in a little to drive you crazy, but there was not much you could do while he held your legs apart and on the edge of the bed. Your hands went into his hair, pulling it slightly as you watched Jungwonâs cock disappear inside your pussy, slowly driving you crazy.
It didnât matter if you begged him he would take it his way, he quickly pulled out all his cock before you could even get used to it if he was back in full again, and repeated it a couple more times before his hand that had been on his member before, It would move on your clitoris making circular movements as it kept burying itself deep inside you and pulling everything out. Moaning, invaded your room and you pulled him even closer to you with the other hand he stroked your cheek and put his thumb in your mouth, and sucked it slightly
«good girl» Nodded while you felt his cock now in your stomach clothing you and it was a wonderful feeling to see Jungwon so lost of you and inside you.
«Look at you, I want you to look at me and groan my name as I hear you hold me with that sweet little pussy of yours, yes?» You nodded and groaned as it hit the exact point of your G-spot and felt the overstimulation of his thumb touching your now swollen clitoris.
«Come for me, come around me, be a good girl, and come all over my dick.»
"Jungwon, please...oh fuck!"
Your high quickly found you while he kept jumping inside of you looking for his release, and you felt his seed and his cum inside you gushing out of your pussy after a while he got rid of his cock around you and gave you little kisses in your neck and made you lie down in the bed and put on his shirt and went straight to get wet clothes to take off everything, the sticky sperm from your legs and after a little while he lay down next to you and hugged you and cuddled to you placing his head in your neck and leave you small kisses and light caresses.
«I hope it didnât hurt, princess. I... I never felt these things for a girl and you» didnât end up gently putting your lips on hers and he smiled at you.
"I have never had these feelings for anyone but Jungwon, i don't want this thing to be just for funâŠâ
Jungwon hugged you and held you close to him
«No, you have not for months now mine and you have not even realized it. This thing is not only for fun for me, I want to make it work because when I win I need my journalist of trust who describes me as his Wildcat!» You laughed and it was extremely true that you and Jungwon could not be so different but at the same time, you were complementary.
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Trash Novel Chronicles: Love Triangles and Royal Rumbles - Leona Kingscholar x Reader
When you get isekai'd as the male lead in the novel where your favorite character, Leona Kingscholar is the second male lead, all that's left to do is rewrite the romance!
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You're just an average person, doing normal human things like eating, sleeping, and, of course, staring at your poster of Leona Kingscholar for three hours straight. Totally healthy behavior. People have hobbies, right? Some knit, some jog, and youâŠ? You defend your fictional lion husband from slander on the internet. Youâre practically a digital knight in shining armor.
The story that has consumed your very soul? Oh, just your typical ClichĂ© Villainess Academy Novel: Revenge Editionâą. The plot is so by-the-book, itâs basically a war crime against creativity. Female lead? Sheâs been in love with the male lead since he gave some boring welcome speech that apparently hit her so hard, her brain rewired itself into a romantic mess.
The villainess? Obviously in love with the male lead too, but her one and only goal in life is making the heroineâs existence a never-ending trainwreck of public embarrassment. And the male lead? Sweet summer child. He just wants to get his degree and avoid eye contact with all of these lunatics.
Enter: Leona Kingscholar, the second male lead. The man, the myth, the walking sarcasm machine. Heâs there purely to fuel jealousy in everyone elseâs love story, but for you? Heâs everything. The brooding, lazy, hot second male lead who rolls his eyes at every plot point like heâs just as done with this novel as you are. He has better things to do, like nap, but here he is, dragged into this mess by proximity.
If it were up to you, he and the male lead would run off together, leave the heroine and villainess to start their own hobby club about emotional devastation, and the two guys would live happily ever after in matching beach chairs somewhere.
But no. Instead, youâre stuck reading about her fawning over him while Leona is just⊠there. Existing. The only thing keeping your interest alive.
And now? Now, your loyalty to Leona Kingscholar is about to pay off. The fan event of the century is just days away. Itâs going to be glorious. A whole day dedicated to Leonaâmerch, fan contests, life-sized cardboard cutouts (which, letâs be honest, youâre ready to risk it all for). You've cleared your schedule, mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable squealing, and created a battle plan for acquiring the best merch before everyone else.
But fate? Fateâs cruel.
Youâre casually defending Leonaâs honor online as usual, battling some no-name troll who dares to claim that the male lead is "better written." (HA! You laugh in their wrong face.) But thenâwhatâs this? A an likes your tweet about Leona! And not just any author. THE ONE YOU LOVE. The serotonin shoots through you like an adrenaline shot straight to the brain.
Your heartâs racing. Youâre vibrating at a frequency only dogs can hear. You leap out of your chair like some majestic gazelleâor at least thatâs what you tell yourself as you promptly trip over the plushie army that guards your floor.
Before you know it, youâre tumbling, body flailing like a noodle, bouncing down the stairs in what feels like slow motion. The world spins. Your merch shelves mock you from the distance. You land at the bottom in a heap, your soul floating just above your body.
"Is this⊠how it ends?" you wheeze, gasping for breath, more in shock than pain. As your vision starts to fade, all you can think is: I never made it to the Leona eventâŠ.
And with that, you die. Crushed under the weight of fandom.
You wake up, and your first thought isnât the usual, âOh, Iâve been isekaiâd into a new world, how fascinating, Iâll have time to adjust in a moment of peace and reflection.â No. You wake up and it hits you like a brick: Oh no. Female lead.
But then, a beam of hope breaks through the clouds of despair and shines down on you like a heavenly spotlight: Wait. Leona Kingscholar is here.
Before you can even revel in the thought of being in the same universe as your broody lion crush, reality smacks you upside the head. Loud voices are pulling you back to the scene unfolding right in front of your very eyes.
You blink. Hold on. This is not a bedroom, and this is definitely not a private moment to gather your thoughts like in every other isekai novel. Oh no, youâve been thrown directly into the group project scene.
You know, the one where the villainess is sharpening her claws on the heroine while Leona watches from the sidelines like heâs two seconds away from a permanent nap? Yeah, youâre smack in the middle of it.
The villainess, looking as pissed off as usual, is glaring daggers at the trembling heroine, who is staring at you with those wide, teary eyes like youâre supposed to swoop in and save her from this verbal smackdown.
And thatâs when it hits you: youâre the male lead. The original goody-two-shoes, justice-loving male lead who always stepped in to defend the heroine. The one who got suckered into every clichĂ© moment, complete with sparkles and heroic speeches about morality and blah blah blah.
Not you, though.
You take one look at the heroine. Sheâs giving you this look like youâre her knight in shining armor, expecting you to throw yourself in front of her and deliver some dramatic monologue about kindness and decency. And you? You're mentally checking out of this scene faster than the speed of light.
Nah. Youâre not about that life.
Your gaze drifts to Leona, sitting on the far side of the room, slouched over like heâs wondering why heâs being subjected to this emotional soap opera when he could be napping. His face screams "done," and honestly? Same. He meets your gaze, eyes half-lidded and bored, probably hoping youâll do the usual male lead routine and put an end to this nonsense.
But oh no, todayâs different.
You casually stroll over to where Leona is sitting, ignoring the drama unfolding behind you. With the swagger of someone who knows exactly what theyâre about to do is going to blow some minds, you hold out your hand to him. "So, uh⊠you want to ditch this disaster and go take a nap? Or maybe raid the kitchens? Iâm thinking we play hooky and pretend this never happened."
Leonaâs eyes flicker with surprise for half a second. The male lead? The goody-two-shoes-moral-compass of the entire plot? The guy who literally lived to stop drama in its tracks? Is offering to blow off this whole mess? He raises an eyebrow, smirking like the cat who caught the canary.
"Didnât think you had it in you," Leona drawls, but you can tell heâs already down for this. "Alright. Letâs go. If anyone asks, Iâm gonna say you dragged me out."
"Deal," you say, trying not to look too smug. And with that, you turn on your heel, and with Leona at your side, you head for the door, leaving behind a shell-shocked villainess and a teary-eyed heroine whoâs probably still processing the fact that her supposed knight in shining armor just dipped.
As you and Leona stroll out, you hear the villainess mutter, âWhat⊠just happened?â and you canât help but grin. You may have just turned the plot upside down, but at least youâre doing it in style.
"Hey, Leona," you say, nudging him, "think we can find some of those fancy desserts in the kitchen? Iâm starving."
Leona snorts, shoving his hands into his pockets. "If youâre buying, sure."
And just like that, the male lead and the second male lead walk off into the sunsetâor rather, the campus courtyardâhand in hand with a new mission: Avoiding all future plot nonsense at all costs.
Youâre not sure how you got here, staring at the over-the-top ball decorations like youâve stepped into a bargain bin fairytale, but hey, life has taken a weird turn lately. You, of all people, are living out the plot of a novel so clichĂ© it makes your head hurt.
But you guess thatâs what happens when you get isekaiâd into a second-rate villainess story. The only thing missing is a glass slipper and some woodland creatures to sing with.
And of course, surprise! The ball isnât just some casual evening of sipping punch and avoiding the villainessâs death stares. No, if you donât nail the ball, you donât graduate. Because nothing says "academic achievement" like knowing how to waltz while dressed like a background character from Bridgerton.
So here you are, in ball lessons, where everyone is nervously pairing off while youâre trying not to roll your eyes into another dimension. The heroine, with her usual doe-eyed sparkle, gets paired with you first. And letâs be real: sheâs either terrible at dancing, or sheâs using this as an excuse to get you to hold her close.
But you? Oh no. Youâve read enough of this garbage to know where thatâs going, and you have zero interest in playing out the âclose embrace, sparks flying, almost-kissâ trope. Absolutely not.
As soon as the music starts, you decide itâs time to act. You let your feet stumbleâdeliberately, of courseâand flail around like youâve never seen a ballroom floor in your life. The heroine, bless her clueless heart, giggles like she thinks youâre just being cute, but youâre not about to humor this. When the instructorâs eyes lock onto you, you seize the opportunity.
"Oh no!" you say dramatically, throwing a hand over your forehead like youâre in some kind of soap opera. "Iâm so bad at this. Could someone please teach me how to dance?"
You pause, glance around the room, and then lock eyes with Leona Kingscholar.
"Leona!" you shout, loud enough that the whole room freezes. "Youâre the second prince! You mustâve had etiquette lessons, right? Teach me how to dance!"
The room collectively loses its mind. The heroine looks like youâve just slapped her with a glove and challenged her to a duel. The villainess is staring at you like youâve lost your marbles. And Leona? Leonaâs expression is somewhere between utter confusion and why me.
Leona leans back, crossing his arms, visibly annoyed. âYouâve got to be kidding me,â he mutters, but thereâs no denying the faint twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth when he sees the heroine and villainess get shoved into an awkward dancing pair together.
Despite his clear irritation, Leona steps forward, because letâs face it, heâs the kind of guy whoâll humor you if it means avoiding worse drama. You slide into position with him, and honestly? Youâre in heaven. You can barely focus on your feet, too busy trying to hide your grin while you imagine all the drama this is causing behind you.
Meanwhile, the heroine and the villainess are floundering around, tripping over each other like theyâve got two left feet each. The villainess is grinding her teeth, and the heroine keeps stepping on her toes. Itâs a glorious disaster.
Leona, despite his annoyance, is surprisingly good at this. Heâs leading with the kind of effortless grace that makes you wonder how someone so lazy can still be so competent at everything. Youâre definitely not staring at his sharp features while he dances, not at all.
"You do realize this is a waste of time, right?" Leona grumbles under his breath, his eyes flicking to the chaos unfolding behind you. "Why me, herbivore? You couldâve asked anyone else."
You just shrug, trying not to sound too smug. "What can I say? I have excellent taste in dance partners."
Leonaâs brow twitches like heâs torn between smirking and rolling his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." But the smirk wins out, especially when the villainess and heroine fumble yet again, nearly toppling over each other.
You glance up at him, beaming. Leona Kingscholar might be annoyed, but heâs not stopping anytime soon. And you? Youâre just here for the ride, watching the heroine and villainess self-destruct from the safety of Leonaâs arms.
Ball lessons? Piece of cake.
Youâve been doing everything humanly possible to avoid the female lead like sheâs a carrier of the medieval plague. You thought youâd be safe here, hiding behind your âIâm too busy and mysterious for romanceâ persona, but noâsomehowâthe more you avoid her, the more sheâs convinced that youâre the dark, brooding, irresistible male lead sheâs always dreamed of.
You know, the type who avoids emotional connections but secretly harbors a heart of gold. But the truth is, youâre just a guy trying to get through the day so you can swoon over Leona Kingscholar in peace.
Itâs not like youâve been subtle about it either. Youâve been dropping hints left and right, hoping the universe would give you a break and let the female lead fall in love with literally anyone else. But no. Somehow, everyone is ignoring your very obvious affection for Leona.
Itâs like youâre stuck in a tragic comedy where the female lead falls harder for you the more you try to disappear, and Leona just⊠well, heâs just living his best life, completely unaware of your internal screaming.
Take the latest tea party, for example. You were just trying to enjoy some pastries, maybe steal a glance at Leona from across the table, when the heroine decides to make her move. She picks up a delicate slice of cake and holds it out to you, eyes sparkling with that innocent-yet-hopeful look that says, âThis is our moment.â
You? Youâre not having any of that. Nope. No way. Youâre not about to be part of this rom-com narrative. So, without missing a beat, you casually take the cake from her and, in one smooth motion, turn and offer it to Leona, whoâs lounging lazily next to you, looking like heâd rather be anywhere else.
Leona raises an eyebrow at you, clearly baffled by why youâre holding out cake like heâs some sort of royal who expects to be hand-fed. âWhat are you doing?â he mutters, looking suspiciously between you and the cake.
âJust thought youâd like some,â you say with a straight face, ignoring the heroineâs stunned expression. Sheâs sitting there, fork still poised in the air, blinking rapidly like youâve just committed the greatest betrayal of the century.
Leona huffs, looking mildly irritated but mostly confused. After a pause, he shrugs and leans forward, taking a bite of the cake without even bothering to lift his own hand. âWhatever,â he mutters between chews. âTastes fine.â
You nod, satisfied. Meanwhile, the heroine looks like sheâs on the verge of tears, and the villainess is smirking in the background like sheâs about to take out popcorn and enjoy the drama.
Later that day, you find a nice, quiet spot under a tree to relax. Youâve managed to avoid any major incidents so far, and for once, youâre not being dragged into some dramatic showdown. You lie back, close your eyes, and just let yourself chill. But, of course, the universe doesnât want you to have peace.
Enter Leona.
Without a word, he flops down next to you, takes one look at your position, and decidesâout of all the places he could sitâthat your lap is the best pillow option available. You feel his head plop down on your lap like this is the most normal thing in the world. You stare down at him, completely dumbfounded, while he just closes his eyes and lets out a long, satisfied sigh.
âLeona?â you start, voice half bewildered, half amused. âYou good?â
âShut up,â he mutters without opening his eyes. âYouâre more comfortable than the grass.â
You blink at him, not sure whether to laugh or cry. Meanwhile, the villainess strolls by, spots the two of you under the tree, and comes to an immediate halt. Her face contorts into a mix of disbelief and confusion, like sheâs just witnessed something unholy. You can almost hear her mental scream of, what the hell is going on here?!
She doesnât say anything, though. Just stands there, hands clenched, before turning on her heel and storming off. You donât even care. Youâre too busy reveling in the fact that Leona chose your lap as his personal resting place. If that isnât a win, you donât know what is.
And then, of course, thereâs the infamous hallway incident. The heroineâwho, by this point, youâre pretty sure has developed some kind of radar for finding youâcomes running toward you. She trips over something (the air? her own foot? you donât know) and launches herself straight into your arms in what is clearly an attempt to trigger some rom-com, slow-motion embrace.
But you? Youâre not here for this.
With the reflexes of a seasoned avoider, you sidestep her dramatic fall, and she goes face-first into the floor. Thereâs a stunned silence as she lies there, unmoving, probably processing how she ended up eating dirt.
You glance over at Leona, whoâs watching the whole thing with a lazy smirk, clearly enjoying the trainwreck. You give him a slight nod of approval, and he just rolls his eyes, a small grin still tugging at his lips.
The villainess, standing a few feet away, is laughing her head off. Sheâs doubled over, clutching her stomach, while the heroineâs dignity is scattered all over the floor. But you? Youâre just staring at Leona, completely ignoring the chaos around you.
Somehow, despite all the madness, you canât help but think: this is fine.
The day of the big spelldrive match arrives, and the heroine has never looked more confident in her life. Sheâs decked out in her teamâs colors, standing tall at the edge of the field, waiting for you to join her in your usual spot. You know, like a loyal dog. A loyal, obedient dog who always does what she expects.
But not today.
Today, you roll up to the game decked out head to toe in full Savanaclaw merch. We're talking a custom jersey with Leonaâs name on the back, a headband, face paint, andâjust to really emphasize the pointâa Savanaclaw banner tied around your neck like youâve decided to cosplay as Captain Lion Fang.
You take your seat in the Savanaclaw section and immediately start hyping up the crowd like youâre getting paid for it. The heroine spots you from across the field and stares like sheâs watching a crime scene unfold in real-time. Meanwhile, Leonaâs already spotted you, and the smug smirk on his face tells you heâs LOVING the attention.
The game kicks off, and with each goal Leona scores, youâre going feral.
Youâre screaming your lungs out, waving your banner around like youâre auditioning for some weird mascot gig. People are looking at you like youâve lost your mind, but you donât care. This is YOUR moment.
Leona, on the field, is living for it. Every time he glances your way, he adds a little extra flair to his plays, just to make you scream louder. He scores, and youâre on your feet, jumping up and down like youâve won the lottery.
At this point, the heroine is practically catatonic. Her world is crumbling before her eyes. You can practically see her brain struggling to process what sheâs witnessing: you, her loyal supporter, decked out in Savanaclaw gear and cheering for her rival.
âI... I donât understandâŠâ she whispers, her voice trembling like sheâs been betrayed by the universe itself. âWhy arenât you cheering for us?â
You turn to her with all the nonchalance of someone whoâs just ordered fries at a drive-thru. âUh⊠Leonaâs hot?â
Itâs like you slapped her across the face with a wet fish. She stands there, frozen, her eyes wide, like sheâs witnessing the fall of an empire. "B-But... you're supposed to support me!"
Before you can reply with another devastating truth bomb, Leona casually strolls over after winning the game, looking like he just walked out of a perfume ad. His hairâs tousled, a thin sheen of sweat making him look even more annoyingly handsome. He stops in front of you, smirking like heâs been planning this moment his entire life.
"Didnât know you were my biggest fan," he drawls, voice low and lazy. âGotta say, Iâm impressed with your enthusiasm. Screaminâ my name like that⊠kinda hard to ignore.â
You open your mouth, ready to fire back with something witty, but what comes out is more of a high-pitched squeak, followed by, âHahaha, Y-Yeah⊠youâre welcome?â
And then, the words that break you: âHow âbout we celebrate with a nap?â
Your brain freezes. A nap? You? With Leona? Your heart is doing cartwheels while the rest of your organs are busy melting into a puddle. Your mouth is moving, but all that comes out is an unintelligible âUhhuhmm.â
Leona chuckles, clearly enjoying how flustered you are. He reaches out, grabbing your wrist, and starts dragging you off with himâright in front of everyone. He doesnât even care that the entire field is watching. Heâs already made up his mind.
The heroine, meanwhile, is standing there in stunned silence, her brain fully blue-screening as she watches you and Leona disappear. Sheâs still processing the Leonaâs comment when the villainess, who has been observing this whole disaster unfold, finally chimes in from the sidelines with a shrug.
âWell, as long as itâs not the heroine,â she says, flicking her hair back with an air of satisfaction. âThis is fine.â
And off you go, being dragged to a nap date youâre definitely not mentally prepared for, your face burning hotter than the sun. Leona glances back at you, that smug smirk still plastered on his face. "Youâre lookinâ a little red there. You sure youâre up for this?"
You sputter, tripping over your own words. "I-Iâm fine! Totally fine! Nap? Cool! Casual napping! No big deal!â
Leona just chuckles again, clearly entertained by how much you're floundering. âIf you say so. Just donât pass out before we get there.â
Yeah. Donât pass out. Easier said than done when the man of your dreams is casually dragging you off to nap like it's no big deal while your brain screams at you in ten different languages.
This is fine. Totally fine. Youâre fine.
Maybe.
You were sitting with Jack and Ruggie at the cafeteria, chatting about nothing in particularâwell, Jack was chatting. Ruggie was there purely because you promised to pay for his lunch. Still, youâd like to think that maybe, just maybe, he stuck around because he actually enjoyed your company. Maybe.
âSo, any tips on how to deal with midterms?â Jack asked, ears twitching as he looked at you with that wide-eyed eagerness that only first-years ever had. He was honestly like a giant puppy, trying so hard to be good.
You leaned back in your chair, doing your best impression of a wise and worldly senior, which mostly involved pretending you werenât sweating about your own midterms. âMy advice? Caffeine. And if you have the chance to sleep, take it. Oh, and donât forget to eat. I learned that one the hard way.â
Jack nodded seriously, committing it all to memory like you were passing down sacred knowledge. Meanwhile, Ruggie was on his third helping of food, barely acknowledging the conversation.
"Hey, if you're handing out wisdom, how âbout you tell me how to get free food more often?â Ruggie said between bites, shooting you a cheeky grin.
âIsnât that already your specialty?â you shot back, eyeing the mountain of food in front of him.
He just laughed. âCanât argue with that, but having backup plans never hurt.â
Before you could respond, you felt a shadow fall over the table. You looked up, half expecting it to be the heroine or some random classmate, but nope. It was Leona. Leona, who you were 99% sure had skipped class because he always skips class. And he looked⊠annoyed?
Oh no.
He ignored Jack and Ruggie completely, his sharp gaze zeroing in on you like youâd committed some grave crime. âOi, herbivore,â he drawled, hands in his pockets like this wasnât weird at all. âLetâs go.â
âGo where?â you asked, blinking up at him. Leona never approached people unless he wanted something.
âTo the tree,â he said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
âThe tree?â Jack echoed, ears perking up in confusion.
Ruggie, on the other hand, was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. âOho~ Someoneâs in demand.â
Leona shot Ruggie a look that couldâve curdled milk. âShut it, Ruggie.â
Your brain was still trying to process the situation. You were sitting here, minding your own business, giving sage advice about caffeine and survival, and now Leona was dragging you off to his tree like it was completely normal?
He didnât wait for an answer. He just grabbed your wrist, yanking you up from your seat as if this was some kind of kidnap situation, and started walking toward the courtyard.
âUhâLeona? Whatâs going on?â you asked, doing your best to keep up without tripping over your own feet.
Leona didnât even look back. âYouâre talkinâ too much. Need some peace and quiet.â
You blinked, thoroughly confused but not necessarily mad about being dragged off. Itâs just⊠âWhy am I involved in your nap plans?â
ââCause I said so.â
Wow, cryptic. You were about to ask again when you reached the tree. The infamous Leona nap spot. He plopped down against the trunk and, before you could protest, pulled you down next to him. Without another word, he stretched out andâbecause apparently boundaries didnât existârested his head on your lap.
This was⊠This was happening.
You glanced around, half expecting to see a camera crew pop out and tell you this was some elaborate prank, but nope. Leona was lounging on you like it was the most natural thing in the world, eyes already closed, arms crossed behind his head.
âUh, Leona?â
âShut up. Mâ tryinâ to sleep.â
You stared down at him, your brain short-circuiting. This was the third time this week heâd done this. Just⊠kidnapped you for a nap. What was his deal? Was your lap particularly comfortable? Did you radiate some kind of sleepy aura? What was going on here?
Meanwhile, from the distance, you spotted her. The villainess. Watching. For the third time in as many days. And you could see it. You could see the moment she put the pieces together. Her eyes widened in slow realization, her lips twitching into a smirk. She knew. She finally knew.
When Leona finally woke upâafter what felt like hours of you sitting there, too dazed to moveâyou were free. For now. He stretched lazily and gave you a casual âThanks,â as if this wasnât the most bizarre situation youâd ever been in, and you quickly scrambled away, making your way back to the dorms with your head spinning.
And thatâs when the villainess cornered you.
Oh no.
There she was, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing look, her sharp gaze trained on you like a predator sizing up its prey. You swallowed nervously. She was about to confront you about the heroine, wasnât she? This was it. This was the moment. Was she going to declare some rivalry? Challenge you to a duel? Confess to you? Make this whole thing painfully awkward?
She smiled, and it was not the evil grin you were expecting. âIâm on your side.â
You blinked. ââŠWhat?â
She pushed off the wall, stepping closer, her eyes gleaming with a new kind of intensity. âLeona. I know youâre after him.â
Your heart stopped. This was it. She was going to call you out andâwait, what did she just say?
âIâll help you confess to Leona,â she said, matter-of-factly. âOn one condition.â
You were staring at her like sheâd just sprouted wings and started speaking in tongues. âYou⊠will?â
She nodded. âYes. If you help me become more influential than that heroine, Iâll help you get Leona to notice you more.â
You blinked again, processing her words. She wanted your help to outshine the heroine, and in exchange, sheâd be your wingwoman? Wingwoman?!
You grinned, holding out your hand for a dramatic shake. âHell yeah.â
She clasped your hand, her smile mirroring yours. "Consider it a deal."
And just like that, you walked away from the most unexpected alliance of your life, fully equipped with a villainess-turned-wingwoman and a new plan to win over Leona.
Honestly? Life was getting weirder by the day.
âOkay, so just to confirm,â Ruggieâs eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head. âYou want us to sit through this poetry reading,â he said, drawing out the word like it was some cursed phrase, âand cheer for the villainess. And in return, I get all the food left over?â
âYup,â you nodded, trying to keep a straight face.
âAnd Jackâs here becauseâŠ?â
âI asked him nicely.â
Jack shrugged, tail flicking behind him. âIâm just here to help.â
Ruggie snorted, glancing at you with a grin. âThis better be some damn good poetry then. And the food better be worth it.â
âOh, trust me,â you said, patting Ruggie on the back. âIt will be.â
Little did you know, this was going to be a disaster of epic proportions.
The poetry reading started as expectedâwith the heroine striding up to the front of the room, practically glowing under the dim spotlight. She cleared her throat, clasped her hands dramatically, and began.
âIt was a night⊠much like tonightâŠâ
Your first instinct was to cringe, but you held it in, glancing sideways at Jack and Ruggie. Jack was doing his best to stay stoic, but you could see his ears twitching in discomfort. Ruggie had his hand over his mouth, clearly biting back laughter.
The poem continued, painfully dragging on about stars and roses and something about âdestinyâs kiss.â By the time she reached the end, there was a collective sigh of relief from the audience. You werenât even sure what you had just listened to, but you knew it wasnât good.
Jack⊠Jack was crying. You stared at him, horrified. âAre you okay?â
âItâs⊠itâs so bad,â he sniffed, wiping his eyes. âI didnât know poetry could be this bad.â
Ruggie had his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. âThis is better than I thought,â he wheezed.
You shot him a look, but even you had to admit, this was pure comedy gold. Poor Jack had no idea what hit him.
The villainess, bless her heart, was watching all of this unfold with a look of shock and confusion, but when it was finally her turn to read, she stepped up like a queen. Her voice was smooth, the words flowing like silk, and you couldnât help but be genuinely impressed. She absolutely killed it.
The plan was working perfectly. You and your crew started clapping, cheering like you were at a rock concert. Jack, who was still recovering from the emotional trauma of the heroineâs poem, clapped too, albeit more quietly.
But just as you were about to get even louder, you felt a hand on your shoulder. âOi, sit down,â Leona grumbled, pulling you back into your seat.
âWhatâ?â
He didnât offer any explanation, just kept you firmly seated next to him, his face set in a bored expression. You blinked in confusion but decided not to argue. It wasnât like you didnât enjoy sitting next to Leona⊠it was just weird.
And by the grin the villainess was sporting, it seems like everything went exactly according to plan. Both for her and you.
After the poetry reading wrapped up, you gathered the leftovers like you promised. Ruggie was already hovering around, practically drooling over the spread.
âHere, take it all,â you said, handing the basket over. âDealâs a deal.â
Ruggie beamed, clutching the food to his chest like a treasure hoard. âPleasure doing business with ya!â
Jack was much more polite, bowing his head slightly. âThanks for the notes. Theyâll be a big help.â
âAnytime,â you replied with a smile, watching the two of them head off. Ruggie was already halfway through a sandwich, talking a mile a minute, while Jack followed along, still looking like he might need therapy after the heroineâs performance.
That left you alone⊠with Leona, who had been standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching you with an unreadable expression.
âWhat?â you asked, half-expecting him to complain about something. He always had something to complain about.
âYou mind explaining what the hell that was?â
âUh⊠what do you mean?â
Leonaâs tail flicked in irritation, his eyes narrowing. âIâm talking about you, whispering and giggling with that villainess all the time. What, you after her now that you ditched the heroine?â
You blinked at him, utterly baffled. âWhat? No, of course not. Why would I be after her?â
Leonaâs jaw clenched. âYou tell me. All Iâve seen is you hanginâ around with her, whispering, plottinâ... Iâve seen how you look at her.â
It took a moment for your brain to catch up, but then it hit you like a ton of bricks.
Oh my god. He was jealous.
A slow grin spread across your face as the realization sunk in. Leona, Leona Kingscholar, was jealous. And over you.
Before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. âYouâre jealous~.â
Leona froze, his eyes widening for a split second before narrowing dangerously. âWhat?â
âYouâre jealous,â you repeated, giddiness bubbling up inside you. You could barely contain your excitement. âYouâre jealous of me hanging out with the villainess!â
Leonaâs lips pulled into a thin line. âYouâre imagining things.â
âOh no, no, no,â you grinned even wider, poking him in the chest. âYouâre totally jealous!â
Leona growled, looking thoroughly annoyed now, but before he could snap back, you quickly explained. âLook, I made a deal with her. I help her become more influential than the heroine, and she helps me⊠confess to you.â
Leona blinked, taken aback, his tail flicking behind him as if processing the information. Then, in true Leona fashion, his expression shifted from irritation to smugness in record time.
âOh?â
You sighed, shaking your head. âYeah, so you donât have to worry about me chasing after anyone else.â
Leona stepped closer, his voice dropping low, that usual lazy drawl making your heart do a little flip. âGood. But just so you know, cheek kisses arenât real kisses.â
Before you could ask what he meant, Leona leaned in and kissed youâproperly kissed you. Your eyes went wide for a second before you melted into it, feeling the heat of his lips against yours. He pulled back after what felt like forever, a smirk on his face as he watched you try to catch your breath.
âThere. Thatâs a real kiss,â he murmured, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
You stared at him, dazed, and then a sudden realization hit you.
You left your entire life behind, all for this moment.
And you were so, so glad that stupid plushie was on the floor, because this? This was totally worth it.
The heroineâs voice was as sweet as it was grating, like sugar poured directly into your ears. She fluttered her eyelashes at you, her smile stretched painfully wide. âSo, I was thinking,â she began, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. âYou would make the perfect knight for my family! Donât you think so?â
You blinked, trying to figure out a way to escape. âUh⊠Iâm kind of busy with, you know, my own life?â
âOh, but imagine!â she gushed, not hearing a word you said. âWeâd be so close all the timeâlike, so close. You could protect me, and maybe⊠we could have a picnic under the stars? Very romantic, right?â
Your soul was trying to leave your body. You were pretty sure Jackâs ears twitched somewhere nearby, sensing your pain telepathically. And then, like a gift from the heavens, the villainessâyour beloved accomplice in all things anti-heroineâmade her appearance.
âSorry to interrupt,â she said, stepping between you and the heroine with the grace of someone who had seen this movie before and knew exactly how to cut to the good parts. âBut I need them for an urgent matter. A very important, not-at-all-romantic-but-very-necessary mission.â
You shot her a look of pure gratitude, but before she could fully rescue you from the heroineâs death trap of unwanted flirting, a shadow loomed over the scene. A very familiar shadow.
Leona.
Without saying a word, he strode up behind you and casually wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with an ease that had your heart skipping a beat. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his sharp green eyes fixed on the heroine.
âOh no, carry on,â he said lazily, but his tone was anything but. âIâm just here to see what my mate is up to.â
The heroine blinked in shock, her hands hovering mid-air as if she had no idea what to do with this development. âY-Your mate?â
âYeah,â Leona said, tightening his grip around you, his smirk downright feral. âSo whatever little fantasy youâre cooking up about romantic picnics or whateverâcut it out. This oneâs mine.â
You felt Leonaâs lips brush against your temple before he leaned in and, in full view of the now-utterly-horrified heroine, kissed the side of your neck. Slowly. Possessively.
You could almost hear the villainess muffling a laugh behind her hand.
The heroineâs face turned several shades of red as she stammered. âB-But Iââ
âYou,â Leona said, his tone dripping with amusement, âcan fuck right off.â
The heroine gasped, her hand flying to her chest like sheâd been physically struck. âYou canât just say that to me!â
Leona raised a brow, looking thoroughly unimpressed. âIâm literally the second prince. I can say whatever the hell I want.â
The heroine opened her mouth to argue, but then realized that, no, actually, she couldnât argue with the literal second prince staking his claim. She sputtered for a moment before storming off, no doubt to sob dramatically about her dashed romantic hopes.
Once she was out of sight, the villainess finally let out a snort of laughter. âThat was beautiful.â
Leona ignored her, his grip still firm around you as he leaned down to whisper, âNext time, you wonât need her to help you out. Just say my name, and Iâll be there to deal with the pests.â
You stared at him, a little dazed from the whole whirlwind of possessiveness, public displays of affection, and telling someone to âfuck right off.â âYou really went for it, huh?â
Leona smirked, leaning in for another kiss. âDamn right I did. And donât you forget it.â
Somewhere behind you, the villainess was still giggling. You were pretty sure this was going to be gossip for weeks.
But honestly? Totally worth it.
Graduation dayâthe moment where everyoneâs future plans would be declared, and all the chess pieces would fall into place. Or, in your case, the moment where youâd cause absolute chaos.
The grand hall was filled with eager anticipation. Everyone was dressed in their formal graduation robes, students buzzing with excitement over their new titles and responsibilities.
Leona, as expected, lounged at the back like a lion who had better things to do, half-asleep. Villainess stood tall and composed, already plotting her return to her family's estate. Heroine was in full glowing mode, ready to take her place as the beloved of the Grand Duchy.
And you? You stood at the podium, trying not to laugh. You knew what you were about to say would flip this graduation upside down.
One by one, people made their announcements.
When it was finally your turn, all eyes turned to you. The entire hall seemed to hold its breath, knowing the original male leadâyouâwas supposed to be the retainer of the heroine. It was all set, all according to plan, right?
Wrong.
You cleared your throat, glanced briefly at Leona who smirked lazily, and then made the declaration that would throw this script straight out the window. âIâve decided to serve as Prince Leonaâs right-hand man, personal secretary, and...well, whatever he needs.â
The silence that followed was glorious. Pure, dumbfounded silence.
King Falena, sitting in the front row, visibly blinked. Once. Twice. He tilted his head slightly, confusion written all over his usually composed face. âWhat?â he muttered, looking like someone just told him a desert hyena had enrolled in ballet school.
Leona, however, didnât even open his eyes. He just smirked, crossing his arms smugly. âTold ya heâd choose me,â he murmured, almost too casually for someone whoâd just stolen the original male leadâs entire plotline.
Falenaâs gaze flicked between you and Leona, still processing. Then, slowly, realization dawned. He saw that look on Leonaâs faceâthe one that said âmine, and I dare anyone to challenge it.â King Falenaâs confusion morphed into surprise and then, with the subtlety of a royal diplomat, resignation. âOhâŠâ he whispered, finally understanding. âHeâs down bad.â
Leona cracked an eye open just to catch his brotherâs expression and grinned wider, like a cat who knew exactly what kind of bird it had in its claws.
Your parents, bless them, were in the crowd with expressions of supportive confusion. Your mother was squinting as if trying to work out if this was some sort of royal prank. Your father leaned in toward her, whispering loudly enough for the entire row to hear, âItâs a royal job, right? Thatâs prestigious?â
âYeah, but⊠Leona?â your mom whispered back.
At this point, the heroine stood up, ready to throw a wrench into the works. âWait! Youâre supposed to be myâ"
Before she could finish, the villainess, in all her dramatic glory, made her move. With the grace of a queen and the audacity of a mastermind, she stepped right up to the heroine, flipped her luxurious hair, and said, âActually, I was going to ask you out.â
You blinked. Wait, what?
The entire room gasped. You could almost hear heads snapping toward the villainess like a collective whip crack.
Heroineâs mouth opened and closed like she was a fish drowning in air. âIâwhat?â
âDinner. Candlelight. Maybe a picnic. You and me, a date. Sound good?â The villainess winked with such charm that even the professors in the back were wide-eyed.
Heroine blinked rapidly, as if trying to reboot her brain. âUh⊠sure?â she squeaked, still reeling from the fact that her entire romantic arc had just gotten hijacked.
You stared at the villainess in pure confusion. âWhat just happened?â you whispered, looking at her for an explanation.
The villainess simply turned to you with a mischievous grin, giving you a sly thumbs-up like this had been part of her master plan all along.
You were still processing the fact that you were witnessing the greatest plot twist of all time. You returned a half-hearted, bewildered thumbs-up, unsure if this was a win or not.
Meanwhile, the professors up front were clearly on their last thread of patience. The head of the academy rubbed his temples, sighing deeply as if this whole day had aged him a decade. âThatâs it,â he said, voice strained with exhaustion. âEveryoneâs graduated. Just...leave. Please.â
And with that, the ceremony abruptly ended. You couldnât help but laugh at the professorâs exasperation as the crowd started to disperse, still buzzing with gossip.
Leona slid up next to you, his hand casually resting on your waist as you walked out of the hall together. âSo, my right-hand man, huh?â
You shrugged. âFigured I might as well make it official.â
Leona smirked, leaning down to murmur in your ear, âJust donât expect me to go easy on you.â
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. âWouldnât dream of it.â
And then he kissed you. In front of everyone.
King Falena, witnessing this public display of territorial claims, just shook his head with a resigned sigh. âWell, as long as itâs officialâŠâ he muttered, casting an approving glance toward you. âCongratulations, I guess.â
Your parents were still in shock, but when they saw that it was a royal seal of approval, they immediately switched gears. âA royal job!â your mom whispered excitedly. âThatâs so prestigious!â
With that, Leona tugged you away from the chaos, his arm never leaving your waist as you walked toward the exit. You glanced back one last time to see the heroine still staring blankly at the villainess, who had now looped her arm around her like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The head of the academy, now red in the face, shouted after you as you reached the door, âI SAID EVERYONE GO, FOR THE LOVE OF THE GREAT SEVEN!â
You walked out into the sunlight, trying not to laugh, while Leona leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured smugly, âLooks like youâre stuck with me.â
And honestly? You wouldnât have it any other way.
It was a day like any other, except you were meeting the villainess in her newly acquired estate. She had officially taken over as the head of her family, and the new title suited her all too well. The whole place screamed, I am in charge, with a side of donât even think about challenging me unless you want to cry in public. You admired the aesthetic.
The villainess greeted you with her usual regal flair, sweeping into the room like sheâd been born to dominate itâwhich, to be fair, she had. She offered you tea, which you politely declined, sensing that this wasnât just a casual catch-up.
"So, what's new with you, Lady Villainess?â you asked, leaning back, fully expecting some grand declaration about her political conquests or business victories.
She smiledâa dangerous, knowing smile that made you immediately suspicious. "Well, I wanted to tell you something rather... unexpected."
You raised an eyebrow. Unexpected? Coming from her? That had to be good.
"I'm dating the heroine," she said casually, sipping her tea as if she hadn't just dropped the biggest plot twist since the whole 'villainess takes over' arc.
You nearly choked on absolutely nothing, mouth hanging open in sheer disbelief. "Wait. What?"
She smiled serenely, her expression the perfect picture of innocenceâwhich made it all the more ridiculous. âYes, darling. The heroine and I are officially a couple.â
You blinked. âThe same heroine who couldnât tell a poisoned apple from a regular one if her life depended on it?â
âThe very same.â
âThe one who gets lost in her own estate if she turns too many corners?â
ïżœïżœYes, that one.â
You couldn't help it. The sheer absurdity of the situation hit you, and you burst out laughing. "Oh, that is rich. How in the world did that happen?â
The villainess leaned back, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. âOh, it was simple, really. I realized I was always drawn to her... naivetĂ©. And once I stopped trying to sabotage her every move, well, things just fell into place.â
You were still laughing, shaking your head in disbelief. âI mean, donât get me wrong, Iâm happy for you two, but this is the best thing Iâve heard in weeks.â
The villainess gave you a mock glare. âDonât act so surprised. Iâve always had impeccable taste.â
âOh, impeccable taste, huh?â you teased. âI just didnât expect it to lead you straight to a walking ball of sunshine.â
âWell, someone needs to keep her from wandering into traffic.â
Still snickering, you stood up. âAlright, alright, I get it. Youâre a saint for dealing with her.â
âI know,â she sighed dramatically, âbut love makes us do ridiculous things.â
"Tell me about it," you muttered, still amused. You waved goodbye and promised to catch up later, your mind reeling from this new, absolutely hilarious development.
When you got back to the palace, you found Leona lounging in his usual spot, sprawled out on a couch like a lion that had just taken over the whole savannah. He barely glanced up as you walked in, already sensing the amused energy radiating off you.
âYouâre grinning like an idiot,â he muttered, rolling his eyes. âWhat happened?â
You plopped down next to him, barely containing your laughter. âYou wonât believe this. The villainess is dating the heroine now.â
Leonaâs eyes flicked open, and for a split second, he looked like he didnât believe you. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across his face as he processed the information. âYouâre messing with me.â
âNope. Dead serious. Theyâre a couple now. In love.â You leaned in, grinning. âThe villainessâice queen herselfâis head over heels for Miss Pure Sunshine.â
Leona actually chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. âWell, Iâll be damned. Never saw that one coming.â
âI know, right? Itâs the most chaotic thing ever, and I am living for it.â
Leonaâs smirk turned into a full-on grin, which was rare enough to be considered a national treasure. He shifted, sitting up slightly. âYou think weâll get an invite to the wedding?â
You snorted. âOh, you bet. Iâm going to be front row just to see how she manages to keep the heroine from accidentally setting her own dress on fire.â
Leonaâs laugh rumbled low in his chest, and he reached out, grabbing your wrist. âCome here,â he ordered, tugging you toward him.
âWhat? No, Iâve got work to do,â you protested weakly, but your protests didnât mean much when he effortlessly pulled you into his lap.
âWork can wait. This is more important,â he grumbled, wrapping his arms around you in a possessive hug that made it very clear you werenât going anywhere.
You sighed, leaning into him. âYou just want to cuddle, donât you?â
âI want you to stop running around and actually relax for once,â he retorted, resting his chin on top of your head. âBesides, itâs not like the kingdomâs gonna fall apart if we take a break.â
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. âI should get a promotion. Iâm basically doing all the work around here.â
Leona chuckled again, his grip tightening just slightly. âYeah, well, donât let Falena hear that. He might actually make you his advisor, and then Iâll never get any alone time with you.â
You snorted. âOh please, youâd just kidnap me from work if that happened.â
âDamn right,â he muttered, his voice low and satisfied. âYouâre mine, remember?â
You felt your heart do that annoying flutter thing as Leonaâs possessive tone settled over you. Even when he was being a lazy lion, he made you feel like the most important thing in his life. It was comfortingâand kind of hilarious, considering how little he cared about everything else.
The room fell into a comfortable silence, and for once, you actually allowed yourself to relax, leaning into Leonaâs warmth. His arms tightened around you again, and you could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest as he started to drift off into a nap, his grip never loosening.
As you closed your eyes, you couldnât help but think that, despite all the absurdities in your lifeâfrom slipping on a plushie to your best friend falling in love with her former rivalâyou wouldnât trade any of it. Not for the world.
And as Leonaâs breath slowed into the steady rhythm of sleep, you allowed yourself a small, contented smile.
Life was chaotic. But it was also perfect.
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The Misteryous Visitor 6
Batfamily x batsis (platonic!)
Synopsis: Being alone with Damian after so many years didn't lead to the ideal conversation you two should have had, but every little word seemed to have helped you two get closer at least a little bit. However, the chaotic turbulence of the night returned when your mother decided to leave.
Warnings: Family discussion; mention of kidnapping; maternal possessiveness;
Word count: 4k
Note: I wanted to post this and part 7 together, because they are the last two, but it didn't turn out as planned. I hope you like it.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
Damian walked to the end of the hallway and turned right, heading toward the living room. His only goal at the moment was to find you and try to prepare you for the catastrophic revelation he knew would come at some point. He was already tired of seeing you so unaware of everything; you werenât an idiot and didnât deserve to be treated like one.
But it seemed he didnât have to try too hard because as soon as he turned the corner and walked a few meters, he abruptly stopped upon seeing that you hadnât disappeared. In fact, you were there, sitting on the floor next to an old portrait of Martha, your grandmother, curled up as if just waiting for someone to come and get you. Someone who wasnât your brother, apparently.
âThere you are.â He took a few steps back and made no effort to crouch to your level; instead, he stood staring at you with a reproachful look that made you pull your legs even tighter to your chest. âGet up, quickly. The floor is for rats.â
He was trying to ignore the tension, but you were giving him the silent treatment, which made him uncomfortable, though he would never admit it to himself. You had done this to him many times before, but it was always over silly reasons, so he never minded.
You also could never hold a grudge for long, and when you were younger, within an hour, you would have forgotten any disagreement between the two of you and would then come to annoy him again. But now you were older, it wasnât a tantrum anymore, and the reason was much more complex than any other. You werenât ignoring him because you were simply irritated, and he feared it was different now.
Damian couldnât ignore the irritation he felt seeing how ashamed of yourself you seemed since he first saw you. He hated that trait of your personality, always very aware of everything and everyone around you, though it was contradictory to your incredible ability to do unthinkable nonsense.
From where you both were, he still had a view of the bedroom door. The boy couldnât help but glance over there, curious about what kind of discussion your parents were having. At the same time, he was contemplating various ways to say something or maybe try to fix the awkwardness between you two now, but your guilty voice caught him off guard:
âI didnât mean to cause harm.â You sounded hoarse, and you two stared at each other, and unlike his sharp eyes, yours were wavering. He gave you a hard expression, but not because of the aversion you thought he had for you, but out of confusion.
It was a pity that Damianâs feelings werenât easy to read, so you thought he was angry because that night you found out Bruce was someone very important to your brother now. âI didnât mean to hurt Mr. Wayne. I really donât know what I did to make him like this. Iâm sorry.â
So you thought you had done something wrong to make your father that way, Damian concluded. He hadnât reflected on how you might feel that way, and fighting against his own callous nature, he made an effort to relax his posture and crouched down in front of you. Damian didnât dare sit the same way you were, balancing on his toes and leaning his torso forward.
âIt wasnât anything you did.â Youâre not sure, but you risk saying this was the first time you heard your brother so soft in your entire life. Damian had always been very loud and was almost always yelling or offending someone, but now, combined with the gravity his voice had gained with puberty, it was tender.
He was going to say something else, but suddenly a strange noise sounded. It was muffled, but it seemed like something had fallen, and you both could feel the ground vibrate. It came from the bedroom, which made you become alert. You started to get up, worried, but your brotherâs firm hand on your shoulder stopped you.
âIt must have been nothing. Donât worry about them.â The tenderness had been replaced by harshness, but it wasnât directed at you.
Sliding your back against the wall again, you rested your chin on your knees while admiring your own shoes, and just like always, you couldnât maintain your silent treatment with Damian for long:
âI think I bothered Mr. Wayne by coming here. Mom will be mad at me for this later, I know she will.â You were obviously nervous, seeking refuge in Damian as you always did when you had to face her. Your mother didnât have a good relationship with Batman, and now having to deal with you for disturbing his evening would make her furious. The little relief you felt earlier had vanished, suspecting she had only been affectionate before not to show Bruce.
âMom is mad all the time.â He tried to calm you down. It would be unbelievable for someone who knows Talia only through her assassin image to hear such a thing. She was a cold and calculating woman, but you both knew when she was upset. She didnât express it in a conventional way, and Damian had already gotten used to it. Your motherâs mood didnât concern him much, but it was still scary for you.
âYou were madâŠâ Your statement made him sigh because it was true. A few minutes ago, he had reacted that way, but there was context he couldnât immediately explain to you. âMaybe I can apologize to him? If he forgives me, I promise I wonât do it again, and then mom-â
âY/n.â Your brother cut off your frantic speech sharply; you were almost hyperventilating. âNo one is mad at you.â He said it as a statement, leaving no room for you to contest him.
âHe was calm.â you started to ramble, picking at the fabric of your clothes with your nail. âHe read something he took out of his pocket and started feeling sick, I was trying to helpâŠâ
Damian frowned. He had seen Dick give a small piece of paper to his father downstairs. That idiot wouldnât have been stupid enough to write on it that you were his daughter, right? What a wonderful way to tell something like that.
âIdiot.â Your brother muttered aloud without meaning to, feeling immense anger at the thought that Dick had done that. And only after he blurted out the word did he realize you were still beside him, listening. âNot you.â He tried to explain hastily, still with a furious expression on his face.
It was strange for him to talk to you that way. He had called you an idiot many times during childhood, and you used to call each other much worse things, as siblings do. But your relationship now was delicate, like a strand of cotton candy, since that intimacy you once had was lost.
âBy the way, Bruce is just stressed about Strange.â Damian analyzed your reaction at the mention of the name. To you, Strange was just another enemy of Batman, never suspecting that the man who appeared at your house years ago could somehow be him.
The League of Assassins had many enemies scattered across the globe; at that time, you thought it was just another one of them. You also never asked or wanted to talk about it, which was unusual for how chatty you could be sometimes. For you, Hugo Strange and the person who kidnapped you back then had no connection.
âThere must have been something about our investigation there. Iâm sure it was Dick who gave him that card. You didnât do anything.â He said.
Your heart returned to its normal rhythm, but it grew heavy again as you understood the facts. Damian was blaming Dick for that thing Bruce was holding onto, but it was you who had given it to him in the first place. Bruce became distressed when you mentioned the gift and quickly pulled it out of his pocket. That must have been the object Strange gave you.
âDami.â He heard the nickname leave your lips, and a flicker of hope hit him. There was still a certain closeness between you there. âI was the one who brought the card here; itâs not Dickâs fault. Strange gave it to me to give to Mr. Wayne.â
Damian abruptly stood up, returning to an upright posture. âStrange did what?â Neither Tim, Dick, nor Jason had mentioned this. They said they were telling the whole story, but none of them mentioned any kind of message. Was that why Tim had been acting so strange when he arrived? He remembers seeing him throw a box in the trash and getting all nervous when Damian got irritated and asked what it was. âWas it a small gift box, by any chance?â
âYes, the same size as the card.â You made a square with your thumbs and index fingers, trying to show the shape of the object. âJust like this. But Mr. Wayne didnât let me read it; I acted badly by trying to see what was in there too. I shouldnât have been nosy.â
So Bruce didnât let you know on purpose? Maybe he just didnât want you to find out this way. He should have told you. Damian was about to open his lips to take the initiative, but the sound of someone approaching stopped him.
Alfred paused for a moment, finding it odd to see the two of you here. He had returned to make sure you were okay once more and then leave you alone until later in the day. âMaster Damian,â He said the boyâs name as a form of acknowledgment, âI thought you were asleep.â The butler added, addressing both of you.
âAlfred!â You got up and walked over to him, who rested a hand on your head expectantly. He saw the way you looked hesitantly at your brother, seeking some kind of approval before returning your attention to him once more. âSomething bad happened to Mr. Wayne; he wasnât well.â
Alfred's eyes widened, looking at Damian for an explanation or just confirmation that it was true. He was obviously tense and speechless for a moment but quickly composed himself.
âWhat happened, dear?â He asked, and once again you sought your brotherâs approval, who took the initiative to explain in your place.
âHeâŠâ Damian began, trying to find a way to say it. âBruce discovered something about Strange.â He said with a suspicious tone and the butler quickly understood the underlying implications.
âWhere is he?â Alfred asked, worried.
Damian wasnât planning to answer, knowing Alfredâs aversion to Talia, but you jumped in: âHe and my Mom are talking.â
The butler was obviously displeased and furrowed his brow. He had planned to tell Bruce privately about his supposed daughter, but apparently, things had moved ahead of him. But Alfred knew Bruce well and understood that despite his instability, he would handle things as rationally as possible. Or at least he hoped so.
It was unsettling how a simple night so suddenly turned into yet another Wayne family drama.
âWell,â he sighed, âIt seems itâs too early for breakfast, but also too late to go back to sleep.â He gave your hair a gentle tousle with the hand that still rested there, and you appreciated it. Indeed, the sky was already beginning to lighten. âHow about some tea to start the day, miss? Or maybe coffee?â
âThatâs fine.â You said, accepting that he would guide you through the mansion once more, but stopped when you realized your brother wasnât making an effort to follow. âDamian, arenât you coming?â
Your hopeful tone made him huff and approach to follow you. âLetâs go then.â He joined you, heading downstairs.
Damian was deeply irritated by how easily you let your emotions come and go. To him, it was inconceivable that you werenât resentful, even hating him, as he had presumed you would be just moments ago. The way you let your emotions dissipate so easily bothered him, and he couldnât understand how you could forgive so simply.
This behavior had always been the target of Damianâs criticism, as he didnât have the same ease with forgiveness. What ate him up inside, however, was the certainty that even if you found out everything he and Talia had done, you would still be able to forgive them.
Damian suspected that this readiness to forgive came from a lack of options. Throughout your life, you had only him and your mother, and breaking away from either of them would be devastating. Perhaps that was Taliaâs greatest fear; even if she tried to convince herself that she kept you hidden for your own good, away from the League and Batman, Damian knew that deep down, she wanted to ensure a safe harbor, someone who would always be emotionally supportive.
Although you might appear to be an very naive girl, your morals were unwavering. And incredibly, Talia managed to keep you loyal to her. Both of them knew that you secretly hated criminals and dreamed of a perfect justice that would never exist, at least not in Gotham City.
Damian knew that his motherâs real fear was that you would find someone else beyond her, people with whom you could connect, not out of obligation or lack of other options, but because you genuinely wanted to. This emotional dependency, nurtured by Talia, made you more spoiled than Damian, who in turn always confronted Talia with stubbornness and resistance.
âDo you like any fruit?â Pennyworth asked you, who were with your arms crossed on the counter, while your brother sat at the end of the table, just keeping watch over your figure.
âAll of them.â You replied, and Alfred laughed contentedly. It was nice to hear something like that, especially as he opened the kitchen cupboard and saw the colorful cereals inside, all from Timâs never-ending stash of treats.
âMaster Damian?â The butler asked the boy.
âNo, thank you.â He declined with a grimace.
You watched with curiosity as Alfred grabbed a bunch of colorful fruits and began cutting them. There was some kind of dough resting in a container nearby, which you noticed when he moved a cloth to check, and it smelled so good. It was comforting to see him there in the kitchen, even doing something as simple as cutting fruits.
Talia was a very busy woman, and cooking definitely didnât suit her elegant demeanor. Housework was not part of her routine, so you often ended up eating at expensive restaurants. Thatâs why every move Alfred made captured your attention, and he noticed.
âDo you want to help me, miss?â He asked, intrigued.
âCan I?â You asked back, already moving to stand next to him with excitement. The butler nodded and instructed you to wash your hands in the sink on the other side of the kitchen.
You were distractedly scrubbing soap on your hands and far enough not to hear Damian whisper: âBruce isnât going to let Mom take her home.â
Alfred looked up, not at all surprised by the news. âDoes your sister know, Master Damian?â He kept his voice at the same low tone as the boyâs.
âNo, Pennyworth. Thatâs why Iâm telling you.â Damian checked to see if you were still far, seeing you drying your hands and hurrying: âWhen they both come out of that room and Mom leaves, sheâs going to make a fuss.â
âWhat should I do?â You came back, interrupting their conversation and asking for instructions.
Alfred set you the task of removing the stems from the strawberries until a noise from upstairs alerted all three of you. It sounded like glass, and it didnât take long to hear Taliaâs voice calling for the butler, who moved to go to her.
âIâm leaving,â Talia said with a firmness that disguised well the inner turmoil she was facing behind her attitude.
You were stunned, and a rising panic took hold of you. Alfred hadnât noticed you had followed him until you heard: âIâm going to get my shoes and coat.â You declared. Your mind was spinning with the idea that your mother was angry with you, seeing how she was acting.
Talia turned slightly to you, but the look she gave was impassive. âYouâre not coming,â she said. The coldness in her voice wasnât unfamiliar but struck deep in your chest. âYouâre going to stay here with your brother.â
âButâŠâ You tried to process what was happening, needing to look at Damian next to you for a moment until reality hit you back. âWhy?â You asked with a trembling breath, already approaching her and grabbing your motherâs hand in desperation.
âFor heavenâs sake, Y/n. Isnât this what you wanted?â She rolled her eyes and looked at you with impatience. âYou and Damian will get to spend time together again.â
âBut what about you, Mom? Why canât we all be together?â You clung to her hand even tighter, trying to keep her there forever, but all you received in return was the look she gave when you upset her.
âIâll send your things with someone. Be obedient.â She said, but her real desire was for you to be rebellious, especially towards Bruce. Your mother crouched to your height and pinched your cheeks with her hands while whispering so the other two wouldnât hear: âBut remember, youâre mine daughter, understand? Your mother will always be here for you. Iâll get in touch.â She gave you a strong kiss, leaving a perfect lipstick mark, and grabbed the coat that was already in Alfredâs hands with haste.
âI want to go with you!â Talia felt your arms around her waist and sighed.
âYou're old enough to be acting like this, Y/n. Let go.â She tried to wriggle free on her own, but your grip was so strong that her fingers barely moved. âY/n, enough!â She shouted genuinely furious, and you jumped back in fear. The sight made her wilt, but she still suppressed it and opened the door.
You were in shock, never imagining that your actions could have led to this. It was as if she hated you for it, and you felt a pressure on your forehead, unsure if it was from the anger you felt at how your mother treated you or from the desperation.
âDonât go after her,â Damian ordered, knowing you would do it anyway, which is why he held you in place.
You couldnât accept it. The idea of being left behind, the feeling of being rejected by the only family you knew, was overwhelming. âMom!â You shouted, struggling to free yourself from Damianâs grip in fury, the sadness totaly replaced by a burning rage. âDonât leave! Iâm sorry for disobeying! I didnât mean to do anything wrong!â you screamed. âWhy are you like this with me?!â You shouted louder, not caring about making a scene.
Taliaâs feet were already buried in the snow, trying to hide the pain she felt, but your muffled voice didnât help. The sound of the door closing was like a final blow, and her heart sank even further. She didnât care whether Bruce was right or not; she hated him like hell now.
You were sobbing and gasping, the pain of rejection still present in your chest. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to disobey. I didnât want you to leaveâŠâ You murmured lower, feeling your throat ache.
As she took more steps towards her own car, her thoughts raced. She knew that sooner or later you would need to know the truth, and deep down, she wished the news had come from her.
She tried to keep her mind clear during the brief walk to the car, passing by a snow-covered tree where ravens had gathered to rest. She was so distracted for a few seconds that when she felt an arm pull her back, she instinctively threw the stranger away, who hit the trunk and caused the birds to start flying erratically while cawing discordantly.
âWhat the hell is this!â She shouted furiously, shocking the boy who immediately began to apologize while getting up, feeling pain.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â
âScare me?!â She was outraged by his assumption. As if she would be scared by a kid like him. âAnd which of Bruceâs little pests are you?â
âMy name is Tim.â The boy assumed a serious tone now, abandoning the polite courtesy he had before.
âAnd are you going to stand there like an idiot, or are you going to tell me what you want?â
Despite her hurry, Tim stared at her and looked back, checking if there was anyone outside the mansion and taking a few seconds to do so. Taliaâs arrogant look didnât intimidate him, and he spoke firmly:
âA few years ago, in that alleyâŠâ The phrase made her eyes widen, but she still took a deep breath to compose herself. âIt was you.â
Talia never thought she would have the opportunity to face that boy again after that day. When Strange fled, she followed him and caught up with him. She remembers how she grabbed the man by the collar when she didnât see you there. After wringing the truth out of that pathetic man, Talia had to let him go as she rushed desperately to where you were, but not before leaving a beaten face as a gift. But that night, that boy... Tim, had heard your call for help.
âSo, you were the Robin.â She let out a curious laugh, looking Tim up and down. âAnd so what if it was me?â
âYou tricked me. Pretended to be a helpless person.â He frowned while narrowing his eyes at her. âI remember the little girl I saved; it was her.â Tim turned his face towards the mansion again, as if to point at you.
âYou just had the luck of arriving before me. And what did you expect me to do? Tell you who I was?â She took her gloves out of her pocket and began putting them on. âDo you think you could have caught me, kid?â She laughed sarcastically this time, belittling him.
âYou could have told me the truth. You had the opportunity to tell Bruce about Hugo Strange all this time. We could have protected her.â Timâs eyes moved around, trying to process. âAfter I left there, Bruce and I continued on patrol and found him passed out. If we had known who he really was, he might be in jail now.â
âSpare me your laments, kid. Sheâs going to stay here, isnât she? So what else do you want?â Talia said, and Tim wasnât surprised by the information. He had already assessed the scene while waiting to approach her outside. He had jumped through the bedroom window, having not been able to sleep after recognizing your face.
Tim remained silent. It seemed that Talia had a very concrete idea about everything, and it made no sense to try to circle her with assumptions about how things could have been. He couldnât help but feel foolish, realizing that you had been so close to him at some point, and he couldnât do anything for Bruce since he didnât know.
âListen.â Taliaâs surprisingly soft voice caught him off guard. âThank you for helping, even though I didnât exactly need it.â Despite trying to be understanding, she couldnât help but emphasize. âShe means everything to me, you understand? Put some sense into your father, or Iâll find a way to take her back, and I promise youâll never see her again.â
Tim swallowed hard at the mention of Bruce but snorted indifferently soon after. âHeâs not as bad as he seems.â
âI noticed.â She murmured with irony and turned to walk away, with Tim not interrupting her this time. The boy watched her go to the car, but suddenly she stopped at the gate. She ran her fingers over the electronic lock, and suddenly some loose wires became visible. Tim found it strange, and Talia looked at him with a smile, which even from a distance, he could see.
âI think youâre going to need someone to fix this.â She shouted for him to hear, and for a moment, Tim thought if she had done it, but only now did he wonder how you had gotten past the front gate. It seems that your innocent face hid some skills. âDonât pamper her, and tell your father and Pennyworth not to let her eat too much sugar.â She let the wires go while grumbling, slamming the car door, and driving away.
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Simon Riley came every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. He always bought âoneâ of many things. One plate, one milk carton, one coffee mug, one yogurt cup, and several other one's.
It was infuriating, the mystery he possessed â hardly any word, he simply nodded and left. Came back again in his very sexy- very much left to your own devices all black attire and damn that stupid mask you'd tore from your own mouth if ever such opportunity came, that treacherous thing !
Considering how you bribed lads round the corner to get that man's name was pretty embarrassing.
But you had to do something; wondering what those arms and chest and face and thighs and inserting many immoral curiosities would look like wouldn't get you anywhere.
âYou and your wife eat from the same plate or what ?â
Simon's eyes were already on you when you risked a glance up from the single ceramic plate, but you had taken him by surprise by speaking first. Well it's rare when he buys dishes, very rare, and all of them are mismatched and what a bachelor would work upon, but proof was much needed.
âI don't have a wife.â He said quietly, punctuated with the beep as you scanned other many items. You scrambled further to ask for husband, or ââor anyone.â Simon added with soft nod.
You sighed with relief, while Simon looked with widened eyes, analysing you. Fuck.
That shouldn't have made your heart flutter, and his voice â god, his voice was different from the one you presumed in your head. It was husky, and deep, but the smoothness of it strung like iyre played.
âWhat do you do when your friends come over ?â you asked because Mr. Riley apparently wasn't looking away, and your cheeks could've rivaled a beetroot.
âI have no friends.â He said simply, eyes locked, assessing, you felt numb and breathless â his gaze was heavy, and addictive.
Another beep. âWhat if someone visits you?â You swallowed hard, and Simon's jaw pulled back. Was he smirking !?
âWhy would someone visit me ?â
âTo check on you. To spend time with you. Be your friend or somethingâŠyou know.â
Simon definitely knew, since the glint in his eyes was jolting sparks inside you, making you glitter up like confetti.
The store was empty except for two sixteen year olds who were picking through booze, one's ear was bleeding â possibly a post restroom piercing souvenir.
âWhy would someone want to spend time with someone like me ?â He was asking you a question, uncertain but confident to get an answer back.
âYou are a mysterious man, Mr. Riley.â You said instead, bobbling your head like a teenager as you felt so high school just by looking at him, he had you all giddy, all desperate to keep going the conversation and now it didn't seem like something was needed to keep the fire going, the flames were high on.
âYet someone knows my name already.â
âSomeone would ââ you gasped, clenching your eyes shut for one brief moment, this was it, you couldn't back down now, âSomeone would like to know more.â
Simon's gaze was unwavering, then wordlessly he disappeared back in the store.
You scrambled to hold on to something, almost half dashing to check over cameras and find him, or just chase after him to apologiseâŠfor being so pathetically terrible. Mindlessly with biting lips and trembling hands and tapping feet you scanned cigs and booze for the two boys with swollen lips and smug smiles, at least someone was lucky tonight.
âFuck.â You sighed, red with embarrassment, you'd scared him off. Although no one would believe it because Simon was a pretty intimidating man. Big and strong and ghost-like.
Then out of nowhere, several cutlery and groceries and a wine bottle came by a cart and behind it stood Simon Riley, with muscular thighs and a shy smile.
Simon's hand hovered over the items you'd already scanned and billed, then blinking he unclasped his mask â revealing his jaw, and his white smirk that was dwindling to an inevitable, involuntary smile â he smiled like someone who didn't smile a lot, that needed to be changed.
âWould someone like to eat Chicken curry, and possibly drink some wine ?â Simon said with a coy smile, holding out the wine bottle to you.
You chuckled softly, taking the wine bottle and scanning it with a beep, âSomeone would like that.â
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Sick Days and Sweet Gestures
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pairing: Academic rival! Jungwon x reader
synopsis: Jungwon never thought heâd care about you, his rival. But when you miss class with a cold, he ends up at your door because apparently, even rivals need checking on.
author's note: Hello, my precious darlings! Itâs been a while since Iâve posted. I recently caught a nasty cold from the stress of academics, but while I was lying in bed, I suddenly had an idea and thought, why not write this out? So here we are! This is also a little celebration of my first-ever academic rivals story that I posted back in April. Happy reading!
warning: This story contains cursing and some strong language.
ccaution: Proceed cautiously if youâre not a fan of rival-to-possible-lovers dynamics. Read at your own risk of falling for a rival.
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The classroom felt unusually quiet without you.
Jungwon sat at his usual desk, glancing toward the empty seat across the room where you were always found: chin up, pencil poised, ready to challenge him at every turn. His brow furrowed as the professor started the lesson.
You had never missed a day of class. Not once.
The two of you have been competing for the top spot for years. Every test, every presentation, and every debate turned into a competition. He has always respected your determination, even if you made his blood boil with your smug little grins whenever you beat him.
But today was different. There was no sharp retort to his answers, no quiet hum of agreement when he got something right, no shared glares across the roomâjust silence.
And it didnât sit right with him.
Jungwon glanced up from his notes, eyes fixating on your empty seat again. Your desk was unusually bare, with no notebooks or pencils in sight. He couldn't help but wonder where you were
Usually, he'd be relishing in the advantage your absence put him at, but today... he wasn't so sure.
The professor's voice drifted in the background as his gaze flicked back and forth between his notes and your empty seat. He chewed the inside of his cheek, contemplating.
By the time class ended, Jungwon was restless. His bag slung over his shoulder, he lingered near the door as other students filtered out. He overheard a whisper:
âSheâs sick, apparently. Someone said they saw her at the nurseâs office yesterdayâŠâ
Sick? You? Impossible. You were never sick, always attending classes and excelling at everything. But if you were ill enough to be at the nurse's office... maybe it was severe. He frowned at the thought of it.
...He shouldn't care.
Before he could think it through, his feet were already moving, carrying him toward the nurseâs office. But it was empty. After some hesitant questions and a little persistence, he found out you had gone home early the day before.
And now, here he was.
Standing in front of your house, Jungwon felt uncharacteristically awkward. His hand hovered over the doorbell for a moment before he pressed it.
The sound of footsteps approached, and then the door opened to reveal a frazzled-looking version of you. Your cheeks were flushed, your hair a little messy, and you wore an oversized hoodie. You looked like you hadnât left bed in hours.
âJungwon?â you croaked, your voice hoarse. âWhat are you doing here?â
"Oh, uh... I just..." He shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling ridiculous for worrying about you. Since when was he concerned about your wellbeing? This was weird. Very weird.
He blinked, suddenly realizing how odd this must look. âYou didnât come to class,â he said, as if that explained everything.
âObviously?â you raised an eyebrow. Despite your state, you couldnât help but let out a sarcastic tone. âWhy are you here?ââ you asked again. Surprised, you never expect to see him out of all people.
He let out a huff, already feeling annoyed by your usual behavior. Typical. Even while you were sick, you still dared to be sarcastic.
He decided to cut to the chase. âYou look terrible.â
You scoffed, ââReal nice, asshole.ââ
âI call it as I see it,â he retorted, his gaze softened almost imperceptibly as he took in your state.
âYou donât usually miss school, and itâs weird as hell, okay? Youâre always there. Itâs not normal for you to miss.â
Your expression softened slightly, the tension easing from your shoulders. âI just caught a cold,â you said, stepping back to let him in. âNothing dramatic. Iâll be back tomorrow.â
His eyes narrowed at your dismissal of his concern. He definitely did not let himself feel relieved that it was just a cold. Definitely not.
Jungwon entered your space and felt a bit out of place. Your books piled up messily on the desk by the window showed that you had been working hard, even while sick.
âYou shouldnât push yourself,â he said, his tone gentler than intended. âRest properly.â
You sat on the couch, looking at him with a faint smile. âIs that concern I hear, Jungwon? I thought youâd celebrate having one less competitor for a day.â
âI think your brainâs overheating from that fever.â He leaned against the arm of the couch, ignoring the jab at his competitive nature. âJust take it easy. Donât come to school if youâre not feeling better by tomorrow.â
He scoffed, though his lips twitched into a small smile. âPlease. If I wanted to win by default, Iâd have given up years ago. Itâs more fun when youâre there to annoy me.â
You laughed softly, the sound a little raspy but warm nonetheless. âWell, Iâll take that as a compliment.â
âYeah, donât get used to it,â he quipped, the corners of his mouth lifting into a slight smirk. âThis is a one-time thing. You donât want your ego getting bigger.â
Jungwon watched you for a moment, your eyes dimmed by exhaustion. He shifted awkwardly, then reached into his bag. âHere,â he said, pulling out a thermos. âI, uh⊠stopped by the tea shop. Itâs ginger tea. Good for your throat.â
Your eyes widened, surprise flickering across your face. âYou⊠got this for me?â
âDonât make a big deal out of it,â he muttered, cheeks tinged pink. âJust drink the damn tea. You sound like you swallowed sandpaper.â
You took the thermos, your fingers brushing his for a brief moment. âThanks, Jungwon,â you said softly, your voice sincere.
He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. âGet better soon, okay? The classroomâs too quiet without you.â
Your smile widened, and for a moment, the rivalry melted away, leaving behind something much softer. âI will. Thanks for checking on me.â
âSomeone had to,â he retorted, though his heart felt strangely light.
This whole situation felt surreal. He was in your living room as if he was allowed to be here and care. And he did care, he realized. A lot.
He glanced at the messy desk, papers, and books scattered haphazardly, a far cry from your usual neatness. âYour room is an ungodly mess.â
ââI tried to study, but I am too sick.ââ You admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.
âWhy am I not surprised?â he said, his tone dry. He leaned over, picking up a textbook from your desk. âYouâre such a workaholic.â
He picked up a stack of papers, organizing them into a neater pile. Despite his words, his actions betrayed his care.
He tidied up the desk, his eyes scanning the different equations and notes.
âHow are you smart enough to solve equations when you canât even manage your health?â He quipped, the words lacking their usual bite. âYou donât have to push yourself every time.ââ
ââIâm already proud of you,â he said, slipping the words out unexpectedly.
Your eyes widened, ââOh..ââ
His eyes widened as well when he realized what he had just said.
He froze, the papers in his hands forgotten. Had he just admitted, out loud, that he was proud of you? Shit.
He quickly turned away, busying himself with more organizing to avoid meeting your gaze. His mind was racing. He couldnât believe what heâd accidentally let slip. Thatâs not the kind of thing rivals say to each other.
He could practically hear the gears in your head whirring, probably plotting some witty comeback about his unexpected admission-
ââThank you.ââ
He looked back in surprise, expecting to see mockery or a smirk, but instead, he found sincere gratitude in your eyes.
That wasnât the response he was expecting. A lump formed in his throat, making it hard to swallow.
He gave a stern nod, trying to act nonchalant. Damn, his heart for hammering like this. âWell, I should go. Donât want you spreading your germs.â
âSure,â you teased, your voice lighter now. âWouldnât want to infect my biggest competition.â
He smirked at that, the tension from his confession easing slightly. This was familiar, this banter. This, he could do.
âKeep telling yourself that,â he quipped, picking up his bag.
He paused at the door, turning to look at you again. âDrink the tea and rest, okay? Iâm not cleaning up your mess again if you get worse.â
He rolled his eyes but couldnât help the small laugh that escaped him. âGet well soon, rival.â
And as he left, you couldnât help but smile at yourself; he isnât that bad after all.
đŻ
The following day, you walked into class feeling refreshed and ready, though a little wary of the questions you would face after your unexpected absence.
Jungwonâs reaction, however, wasnât one youâd prepared for.
When you sat down, he turned to you, his brows furrowed as if he were still trying to process something. âYouâre here,â he said flatly, like he didnât quite believe it.
You raised an eyebrow. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âYou were sick,â he said, leaning slightly closer. âPeople donât just bounce back like that. Youâre sure youâre not pushing it?â
His concern caught you off guard, and your usual witty retort faltered. âIâm fine, Jungwon. Thanks for checking, though.â
He didnât seem entirely convinced but nodded anyway, returning to his notebook. Yet, throughout the class, you caught him sneaking glances your way.
When the bell rang for lunch, Jungwon lingered by your desk, hands tucked casually in his pockets. You glanced up, puzzled. âWhat? Did I leave my notes uncovered or something?â
He rolled his eyes, though there was no real bite in it. âNo. Actually⊠Are you free after class today?â
You blinked, caught off guard. âWhy?â
Jungwon hesitated as if choosing his words carefully. âYou know⊠as a favor.â
âA favor?â You repeated skeptically.
âYeah,â he said, clearing his throat. âYou were sick, and Iâve got this⊠thing. Itâs at the cafĂ© down the street. I figured you could use the fresh air. Maybe a coffee. Or tea. You like tea, right?â
It took you a moment to realize what he was doingâthis wasnât just any âfavor.â Your heart skipped a beat. âSo⊠you need me to go to a cafĂ© with you? For fresh air?â
He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant but failing miserably. âSomething like that. Plus, I heard their pastries are decent.â
A smile tugged at your lips, but you played along. âAlright. But only because you seem like you need help picking out pastries.â
His lips quirked up into a small smile, âDeal. Meet me at the gates after class.â Then, he walked awayâŠ
Is he asking you out? Maybe.
Will you be interested in dating him? Letâs just say youâre already picking out which pastry to call âyours and his.â
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