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loafgeto · 1 year ago

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BOY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER | choso

choso kamo x fem!reader

synopsis: you and yuji are the closest in your little group of friends, but there’s one secret you haven’t told him: you have a huge crush on his eldest brother.

contents: fem!reader, 18+ mdni, explicit language, she/her pronouns, virgin reader, foreplay, dirty talking, praising, cunninglus, fingering, overstimulation, orgasms, corruption kink, protected sex → unprotected sex, pet names (baby, angel), soft/gentle choso. fluff at the end(?), not proofread!!

word count: 7.1k (longest one yet😍)

notes: reposted for the millionth time… pls, let me just feed my readers.

You’ve known Yuji ever since your first year of high school. The two of you became exceptionally close, as if you both were born in the same womb. He was like your older brother— since he was older than you, and extremely supportive and kind. Sure he enjoyed playing jokes and messing around with you, and there would be bickers between the two of you, but you both would find ways to solve your problems.

A lot of people have easily mistaken you two to be in a relationship, it was normal for the two of you. Some asked if you’ve kissed, or even fucked. Of course, none of those are true— but most assume you’re just too shy to admit.

Either way, you and Yuji don’t allow the misconceptions of others impact your relationship. It’s been roughly four years since the two of you became friends. And honestly, it’s good to say you two know each other from the back of your heads. There were never much secrets or anything hidden between the two of you.

Well, except one.

You know Yuji never forces you to tell him everything but he was always the first person you’d go to when something happened or came to your mind. It was a secret you’ve been quiet about for an entire year, and it’s gotten to the point where you’re starting to feel guilty for not telling Yuji.

It was a month before this secret of yours occurred. You were invited to Yuji’s house due to the amounts of homework assigned and you planned to stay the night. You knew Yuji had three older brothers, but you’ve only ever met two of them. His eldest brother was occasionally occupied with his job and was barely home, so you never met him until that night.

When you first met Choso, it was like the same interaction you had with his other brothers. You both shook hands and introduced each other, but he was rather reserved and didn’t necessarily want to converse much due to the workload he receives each day. You couldn’t blame Choso though, and figured he’d come around.

Well, it was more like you did.

You found yourself spending most days at Yuji’s house, especially when Choso was around. You both grew quite a bond, and Yuji was extremely happy to see his best friend get along with all of his three brothers. Choso used to return home around 10pm each weekday night, but after a couple months, he begin returning around 6pm.

This gave you more interactions with Choso, and eventually, you began developing feelings for him.

You couldn’t grasp how or when you started receiving these feelings about him. It was just— one day, you were looking at him and talking to him, unable to break your gaze while your heart raced quick. You were flustered, breaking your words and trying to remain calm. Choso never brought the fact up either, and seemed rather unaware about it.

And you were embarrassed to tell Yuji about your huge crush on his elder brother, so you just remained silent and pretended as if nothing was bothering you. Of course, Yuji often noticed your moods and always questioned what was worrying you, but you always dismiss it and claim you were just having a gloomy day.

Yuji had no reason to question you further. He was an optimistic person, who causally lightens the mood of others and makes the atmosphere more pleasant and cheery. And because Yuji perceives your relationship with his brothers as casual and friendly, he never suspected anything.

You've seen numerous situations where someone had a major crush on their best friend's sibling, and the outcome was either good, or bad. And now that you're in the situation, you anticipated on the worse outcome.

"Hello? Y/n?" Yuji taps your shoulder, causing you to snap away from your thoughts. You turn to him and he chuckles. "What are you thinking so much about?"

"Oh. Nothing, of course. I'm just dozing off easily today," you reply with a small smile. You couldn't admit to Yuji that you were day dreaming about his older brother.

"Is something bothering you? Like for real?" Yuji tilts his head, sounding genuinely concerned. He noted that this behavior has been frequent, and he worried that you were facing issues that caused you to daze away like this.

"Not really. I'm just getting small sleep, that's all. Don't worry too much," you try to reassure Yuji, and your friend nods, seeming to back off since it appeared you didn't want to talk further more about it.

"Well.. anyway, wanna have a sleepover tonight? All of my brothers are home, plus it's a three day weekend! We can all stay up and play games- oh! Or even watch an entire movie franchise- like the Hunger Games with Jennifer Lawrence!" Yuji quickly switches the topic, sounding enthusiastic as he mentions this sleepover.

Sleepovers were common between you and Yuji, and your parents even paid no mind to Yuji spending the night at your place. So, you accepted. Not only because the sleepover was going to be fun, but because Choso was going to be there too. Your heart began beating fast as the image of Choso pops in your head and you refrained yourself from smiling too much in front of Yuji.

"I'll come by around 5. Gotta pack my stuff and help mom cook rice before I leave," you inform Yuji, who nods while pulling out his phone.

"I wish Megumi and Nobara can join us, sucks that they're going out of town this weekend," Yuji sighs in disappointment.

Your other two friends- Nobara and Megumi, were often occupied with their own things. There were several times where you four had sleepovers other than hanging out, but you all still were the bests of friends. You heard that Nobara was going to another city for her weekend, while Megumi was visiting his dad a few towns outside of Tokyo.

“Come on, let’s head back to class,” Yuji says, groaning as he jumps out of the chair he was in.

Lunch period was about to end soon, so the two of you left the cafeteria and joined up with your friends that were already in the classroom. Needless to say, the rest of the school day flashed by at an instant and you were already heading home.

You were honestly too excited as you walked the entire way home with Nobara, since she lived a few streets away from you. While she was babbling about some of her shopping experiences, you were pondering about what to wear, what perfumes to bring, or whatever would get Choso’s attention. Should I wear my expensive lingerie just incase? You thought.

“You’re not even listening to me,” Nobara nudges you away from your thoughts and you turn to her with an apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry, Nobara. I’m just spacing out a lot today,” you give the same excuse, smiling awkwardly.

“You’re always spacing out,” Nobara smirks before leaning close. “You got a boy on your mind?”

Blood quickly rushes to your cheeks and you turn to her, immediately shaking your head to which she laughs.

“Hah! Yes you fucking do have a crush on someone!” Nobara’s smile grows wider as she steps closer to you. “Come on~ tell me! Who is it? I won’t tell anyone! Oh, let me guess- Yu—“

“What! No, no! No way, definitely not Yuji!” you decline quick, glaring at Nobara.

“Well that means you do like someone though.”

“I don’t.”

“Don’t lie, yes you do!” Nobara huffs, furrowing her brows as she continues to nag you about your crush. But you just didn’t answer her at all. “Come on, I won’t tell a soul. Not even Megumi!”

“Bye, Nobara. My house is this way,” you roll your eyes at her with a grin, as you quickly retreat down your street to your house.

“Y/n!! I’m going to find out!!” Nobara shouts after you.

You sigh, feeling relieved that Nobara didn’t follow you and further inquire you about your crush. Of course, it wouldn’t necessarily be bad to tell her or anyone at all, but you still felt embarrassed, let alone anxious.

For one, Nobara had a thing for Choso. Well, it wasn’t necessarily a huge fat crush, but she considered him to be quite attractive and would definitely date him. Yuji heard the statement, of course, and immediately declined her being his older brother’s girlfriend. So imagine Yuji reacting to your crush on Choso.

Well, you didn’t want to imagine it further.

Shaking those thoughts away, you quickly enter your house. You change into a set of comfortable clothes before entering the kitchen to prepare rice so that your mother would have less work to do when she arrives home. You texted your parents that you’d be staying at Yuji’s afterwards, and got to packing.

You were probably going to stay the entire weekend, so you packed enough clothes until then. You gathered your woman products, skin products and shower products and other essentials you needed. And just incase, you wore your nice and expensive lingerie.

Not that you expected anything to happen, though you were somewhat hopeful. It was easy to imagine because you’re still a virgin. And it was imaginary to have Choso be your first time. But you just couldn’t help it at all.

You left the house afterwards and made your way to the nearest bus stop to get to Yuji’s house. He lived farther away from you, though it wouldn’t hurt walking there by feet, you just decided to take the bus since it’d be easier for you.

The bus ride lasted 20 minutes and soon enough, you arrived in Yuji’s quiet and welcoming neighborhood. You didn’t know a lot about their parents, but Choso was primarily the one taking care of his siblings. He worked countless of jobs, trying to earn enough money while going to school. He honestly did everything for his younger brothers, and he was able to get them all a nice house in the neighborhood. You admired Choso for that too.

You step onto the porch, pushing your suitcase with you before pressing the doorbell. It was about 5pm, so Choso mustn't been home yet. You waited by the door for several minutes, and heard footsteps on the other side of the door.

As the door clicked and swung open, you expected to see a smiling Yuji standing there- but instead, it was Choso. Your mouth slightly dropped as you saw him. Of course, you didn't expect to greet him first.

"Oh, you're here," Choso says, stepping to the side to allow you inside. "Need me to carry your stuff?"

"Ah, no, it's fine," you give Choso a reassuring grin, feeling blood rush to your cheeks as you stepped into the house. Choso nods, closing the door afterwards and follows you into the living room. "Where's Yuji?"

"He's in the game room with Kechizu and Eso," Choso replies, watching as you push your suitcase close to one of the sofas and he returns his attention to your figure. "Do you want to try my cream puffs?"

"Cream puffs?" you turn to him, raising a brow. You notice that he was wearing an apron, long sleeves rolled past his elbows, and hair tied back into his usual two high pony tails. He wore his usual aloof expression, but when it came to you, his expression seemed to soften.

Choso nods. "Yuji told me you were sleeping over this weekend, so I decided to try making cream puffs. I've only made three so far," he replies, directing you into the kitchen.

You follow him, smiling and becoming even more excited to try the dessert he prepared. "I would love to try some."

Choso grabs a plate with three cream puffs on the top as you followed him. He turns to you, gesturing you to take one. “This is my first time making them, so tell me how they are.”

You nod, taking the cream puff in the middle. You examined the dessert for a brief moment, it looked tasty of course and for Choso’s first time making them, it was amazing already. You smile at him before taking a decent bite out of the cream puff. You could taste buttery and lightly rich flavor, especially with the pastry’s cream.

“They’re amazing, Choso! You should definitely make some more,” your eyes brighten and your smile becomes wider as you take another bite of the cream puff. Choso was initially a great cook, and anything he made would turn out perfect.

“I’m really glad you like them,” Choso couldn’t help but grin at your reaction to the pastries.

Hearing you compliment him made him feel some sort of way he couldn’t describe. Maybe it was from all of the years spent working hard to make sure his siblings got what they needed to live a happy life. He never stopped to take care of himself, or done anything in his own time since he was always working or taking care of his brothers. Choso never complained or expressed his concerns, exhaustion or anything to his brothers, due to not wanting them to worry. And they always assumed he was just fine.

Choso decided to try one of the cream puffs next, surprised at how good they actually turned out. He was definitely going to make more and share with his brothers, and you, of course. He was glad that he took time off work today.

“I’ll make some more. You can join Yuji and the others upstairs,” Choso says, placing the plate down before returning to the rest of his baking materials to create more of the pastry.

“I can help— if you want,” you offer with a smile and he turns to face you again.

Choso contemplated, but he nods his head shortly afterwards. “Sure. Just put on an apron.”

You nod before walking over to the wooden drawer beneath the kitchen counter. You pulled it out before grabbing a simple white apron with a bunny sewed onto it. After lacing it around you and washing your hands, you joined Choso’s side.

As he was beginning to demonstrate on how to combine the pieces of the cream puff, your mind quickly went somewhere else. The idea of you being alone with Choso made your heart skip beats, and you could feel your face becoming hotter as you realize how close you were to him.

It felt as if you two were on a home cooking date. It was insane to think about such things, especially if you aren’t even dating— but you couldn’t help it at all.

“It’s quite simple and easy once you get the gist of it,” Choso remarks as he finishes creating his cream puff. He then hands you the piping bag with the cream filling and gestures you to fill the choux pastry prepared beforehand.

You take the piping bag into your own hands as Choso moves to the side, observing how you moved your hands. You were becoming nervous, feeling his gaze directly on you and you were definitely going to mess up.

“You got this. There’s no need to be anxious,” Choso assures, pressing a hand against your back to relieve some tension. "Here."

Choso stands behind of you, his build completely towering over you as he places his hands over yours. You didn’t move an inch as he begins guiding your hands with the piping bag to fill the choux pastry, and you could feel his hot breath lightly brush against your ear.

You could feel your heart pounding in your eardrums and you turn your head slightly, noticing how close his face was to yours. Everything about him was just so appealing, and you wish you could just kiss him in that moment.

“Got it?” Choso questions.

“Yeah.. I got it,” you reply with a nod as Choso removes his hands away from yours, but he still remained standing behind you as you picked up the cream puff that was just made.

You took a bite out of it, not noticing Choso was still there and turn around. “Choso?”

Choso tilts his head, noticing how some of the cream got on the side of your mouth. “You got some on your mouth,” he says and lifts his hand, using his thumb to brush off the cream. The gesture was completely unexpected and you swore your heart could leap out of your chest.

He was still so close to you, and you refrained from making any awkward or flustered expressions as he licks the cream off his thumb. You both stare at each other for a brief moment after that, not speaking until Choso initiates a step closer to you.

“Y/n, there’s something I want to ask you,” Choso begins and he reaches for your hand.

At that moment, alarms went off in your head and you’re internally panicking. This was one of the moments you’ve been dreaming of and waiting for, but you don’t even know how to react properly. You open your mouth, about to respond as he was leaning forward to grab your hand.

“Do you-“ Choso starts to say, but he was completely cut off when someone rushes down the stairs.

“Big bro, is Y/n here—?!” Yuji’s voice echoes from the stairs. Your eyes widen slightly as you drop the cream puff from your hand and quickly push Choso away when Yuji steps into the kitchen. “yet— oh, you are here! When did you get here?!”

You give Yuji a bright smile as you walk past Choso, patting your hands against your apron. “Been here for a little bit. Just decided to help Choso make some cream puffs, since you were busy playing video games,” you reply, furrowing your brows at Yuji.

Yuji slaps his hands together and slightly lowers his head. “Sorry, forgive me!”

“It’s fine. I got to eat some cream puffs though!”

“Whaat, big bro, are you still making some?!” Yuji asks, tilting his head to look at Choso who was picking up the cream puff you dropped.

“Yeah,” Choso nods, not giving you or Yuji a look before facing his back against the two of you. “I’ll make some more. You guys go have fun.”

“Great!” Yuji excitedly replies before returning his gaze back to you. “Come on, come on. Kechizu just got a new multiplayer game for all of us to try and play! We need a fourth player!”

You give Yuji a nod before he starts walking out of the kitchen. You remove the apron from your body and glance at Choso, who still had his back facing against you. You didn’t want to blame Yuji for ruining the moment, but you were curious on why Choso acted like that.

Well, it wasn’t like you could inquire about it since Yuji came back to drag you away. But it remained occupied in your head as you joined Yuji and his other two brothers in their video game.

Choso shortly joined after, bringing along a small plate of at least 10 cream puffs. He didn’t utter anything and just quietly sat on one of the bean bags while you, Yuji, Eso, and Kechizu all bickered loudly over the video game.

You glanced at him occasionally, and he had that same aloof expression while watching the four of you. The two of you would make short eye contact, but you’d always be the one to break away first. You felt flustered— embarrassed, especially because that moment in the kitchen earlier remained in your mind.

For the remainder of the evening, you avoided long eye contact with Choso. The atmosphere continued to be cheery, as Yuji and his other brothers were lightening the mood with their loud voices and enthusiasm. It got you distracted for a while.

When dinner time came around, Yuji suggested takeout instead so Choso didn’t have to cook, and Kechizu ordered a large family takeout platter from a local Japanese restaurant. You ended sitting next to Choso while you all were dining, and it was somewhat awkward. But you and Choso didn’t make it obvious, so there were no further complications.

Afterwards, the five of you gathered by the large TV in Yuji’s room and watched one of the Hunger Games movies— because Yuji wanted to. It was boring, since you’ve all seen the series countless of times but Yuji would never get bored of it.

And shortly enough, you all fall into a deep slumber.

It was late into the night now, and you happen to wake up several hours after everyone else had fallen asleep. The entire house was quiet, and you could hear the faint sounds of everyone sleeping, minus Eso’s snores.

You adjusted your eyes to the darkness around you, before getting up slowly. You were lying on Yuji's bed while Yuji was on the other side, hands and legs sprawled out. Kechizu and Eso were sleeping on Yuji's couch by the TV, and Choso was sleeping while sitting up on one of the bean bags.

Ignoring your thoughts, you close your eyes in order to return to sleep. But no matter what, you just couldn’t. After tossing and turning to find a comfortable position, you decided to get up for a glass of water.

You leave Yuji’s bed and slip out the room and quietly walk down the stairs. You read the clock by the door, and it was about 2:30 in the morning. You enter the kitchen, walking towards the fridge and opening it before grabbing a cold water bottle.

The image of Choso popped in your head again, and you could only let out a sigh. Who knew what was going to happen now? Was it going to be awkward— or would you two act as if nothing’s happened? You quickly open the lid of the bottle before gulping down half of the liquid. You figured if you didn’t act awkward, and as if nothing happened, then the two of you would be fine.

“Y/n?”

Choso calling out to you immediately causes you to jump slightly from your spot, and you turn to him with a surprised expression before glaring. “Please don’t scare me like that.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Choso replies, stepping further into the kitchen. Even though it was dark, you could still see his silhouette and as he went closer, you were able to see his face. “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head, putting the water bottle in your hand down on the kitchen counter. “I guess I’m still energetic from earlier— when we were playing the games,” you reply a lie, not wanting to admit that he was the reason why you couldn’t sleep.

Choso went silent for a moment, until he approached you closer. “Can we talk about what happened before that?”

“H-Huh? Before that?”

“I wanted to ask you something,” Choso continues, now standing directly in front of you. His dark eyes pierced into yours, and your heart rate began pacing fast again. “Y/n, how do you feel about me?”

“I..�� it took you several moments to even utter something, as you were completely astonished from his blunt question. He was so close to you, watching how you reacted while desperately waiting for an answer. But before you could even continue your answer, Choso sighs softly.

“I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward position. You don’t have to answer my question if you aren’t comfortable,” Choso starts backing away, lifting an hand to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. “Just forget I asked and we can just act as if nothing happened.”

Choso turns around, starting to walk out. You’re uncertain of what to do, but your body responds before your brain could and you follow him. You quickly wrap your arms around his waist and press your face against his broad back.

“I like you, Choso,” you murmur, but enough for him to hear clearly.

There was a brief pause before Choso turns around to face you. At that moment, you couldn’t describe how you felt— you were just all over the place since you basically confessed. His eyes were slightly wide, but he looked relieved and a smile forms on his lips.

Choso doesn’t reply and only pulls you forward in order to press his lips against yours. With no hesitation, you return the kiss as your hands grip his shirt. The moment was surreal, and even it if was just a dream, you wanted to feel the moment.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to kiss you,” Choso speaks once he pulls away, keeping his lips near yours. “Been waiting too long.”

“Me too.. Been wanting you ever since we met, Choso,” you reply, nearly unable to meet his gaze until he kisses you once again.

“I’ve been bad. So fucking bad,” Choso continues as he pulls away again, gently pushing you back against the wall before smashing his lips onto yours more passionately. You let out a soft moan into his mouth as you feel his body press against yours. Choso places a hand on your hip, while the other moves to hold your jaw. He pulls away again, “I was always thinking about you. Always thinking about how I could make you mine. I even changed my shifts so that I can come home early to see you whenever you visited.”

“C-Choso..”

You pull Choso back to kiss him again, sparing him no time to continue rambling about his feelings but it was very much mutual. The moment was tensed with passion, and you both quickly became addicted to one another.

Choso moves his lips to your cheek, down to pepper kisses on your jaw and then along your neck. You bite your lower lip, unable to refrain the arousal you were receiving from him.

“W-Want you s’bad.. Choso..” you mutter with a short whimper, a hand going up to grasp his hair that was becoming loose. “Have always wanted to feel your kisses.. and your touch.”

Choso grits his teeth. Goodness, you were too cute. He still honestly couldn’t believe that you reciprocated his feelings. You were always with Yuji, laughing snd smiling— always having a good time. Choso, like many others, found it easy to believe that you were infatuated with Yuji.

“Damn it. You make me want to ruin you,” Choso quietly says before he gently takes your hands into his. “Come on.”

He leads you back up the stairs and pass Yuji’s room, where everyone else remains dead asleep, and quietly into his room down the hall. When you both enter inside, he quickly shuts the door before pulling you close for a deep kiss.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of your kissing and muffled noises, and Choso couldn’t seem to keep his hands away from you. He walks you back towards his bed and pushes you down, lips still against yours.

You tug Choso’s shirt as his body hovers over you. He was showering you with kisses all over your face and body, touching you like how you’ve always imagined him doing. “Fuck.. touch me more,” you coo as Choso moves to kiss your jaw.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” Choso asks, brushing his hand over your thigh.

“I-I don’t know.. everywhere-“ you reply, quite uncertain. You were practically new to this but no matter where Choso touched, he was able to pleasure you either way.

“You have to be more specific so I don’t make you uncomfortable,” Choso frowns slightly, lessening his touch on your inner thigh which makes you squirm. He acknowledged that you were inexperienced and timid, but he remained patient. “Do you want to show me instead?”

You nod, guiding his hand near your inner thighs. He understood quite frankly, seeing how much of a mess you already were under him. Choso gives you another kiss, but on the forehead before rubbing his hand against your inner thigh, causing you to tremble slightly.

It all was causing you to soak your panties, and you guide Choso’s hand that was on your thigh underneath the shorts you were wearing. You had no idea what came over you, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. Even Choso was surprised with your gesture but he didn’t stop.

You felt the tip of Choso’s fingers rub against your wet folds and you moan softly as a response. “You’re so wet..” Choso comments quietly, proceeding to rub two of his fingers against you before pushing them in.

The sensation of his fingers spreading you causes you to gasp and you return your hand to grip his shirt. Choso doesn’t move his fingers, instead he waits for you to adjust to them.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks next but you quickly shake your head.

“K-Keep going..” you murmur, and Choso could feel your walls clench around his two fingers.

Choso could feel blood rush to his already hardened dick, and he starts pumping his fingers in an out of you at steady pace. He was still able to receive soft moans from you, and you held him close as he gradually starts increasing his pace.

Shortly after, he slips off your shorts and underwear, spreading your legs apart to thrust his fingers deeper. You hold back your louder moans, as it was still late into the night and you can’t wake the others up.

Choso peppers kisses against your chest before moving down for your crotch area. He gives you a glance and you nod before he latches his mouth against your clit and slowly began moving the same fingers in and out of you. Your moans start to penetrate through your sealed lips, and your hand grips Choso’s hair.

His circles his tongue around your clit slowly and lazily, and curled his fingers to rub your g-spot. “Always thinking about this pussy. So, so beautiful,” he comments.

You moan as a response, indicating that he was pleasuring you too well. You have never felt his sensation before, but you knew damn well that it was addicting. You were practically craving for more now that you know the feeling, especially from Choso. The way your body reacted to his touch caused him to increase his pace, and his eyes raise to meet yours as he fucks your pussy with his mouth and fingers.

“Ohh, fuck yes. That feels- s’good,” your voice breaks at how deep and fast his fingers thrusts into you, making your back arch. It felt so different from your own fingers and you were quickly reaching your orgasm.

“You close, baby?” Choso questions, pulling his lips away but still thrusting his fingers. You give him a nod, being unable to properly respond with words. His lips meets yours once again, and the two of you share a rough, passionate kiss.

Choso’s fingers began thrusting quicker, to the point the wet squelching noises of your pussy began resonating the room. He covers your mouth with his as your moans kept coming out and he knew you were reaching your high.

He pulls away, going back down to flick his tongue against your clit. At that moment, the two of you couldn’t care less at who was hearing you. Both of your hands grip the bed sheet as you release over his mouth and fingers, a loud mewl following after.

Choso licks his mouth clean, before licking the other wet areas of your body where you cum got on. He kisses you, pressing his tongue against yours and you two share a sloppy kiss before he leans back to stand up. He was so goddamn hard, and you could even see the tent in his pants. Choso was so pussy drunk, and so desperately wanting to shove his cock into your virgin pussy.

“Please.. Choso..” you whimper, spreading your legs wider for him. “I need your cock in me..”

Something snapped in Choso as you said that and he couldn’t wait any longer now— seeing how your pussy was waiting for him. Choso pushes his pants and boxers down, freeing his throbbing hard cock. Your eyes watch as he pumps his dick a few times with pre-cum leaking out and he leans over to open a drawer next to his bed.

He grabs a condom kept inside and quickly opens it, slipping it on his cock. “This okay, baby? Are you ready?” he asks and you only nod again before he aligns himself against your wet entrance.

Your lips tremble as you feel the tip of Choso’s cock push into you slowly. It felt weird, and your reaction immediately causes him to stop moving. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asks again.

“N-No.. I’m okay,” you reassure, grabbing his forearms that were propping your thighs. His tip was already stretching you out, and you couldn’t imagine his entire length in you just yet.

Choso nods before slowly pushing his cock in all the way. You both let out a gasp, and Choso could feel your tight walls clenching so hard around him. It hurt, and you could feel tears reaching your eyes. He starts rocking his hips sensually, allowing you to adjust to him and the feeling.

“You okay?” Choso asks again, leaning down to kiss your cheek. He notices your welled tears, wiping away the ones that were poking out.

“Y-Yes..” you reply as your hands interlock with his, feeling his cock rub your walls so well. “It hurts..”

“I know, baby. Do you want me to stop?” Choso whispers, kissing away your tears that streamed down the side of your face.

“No, no. It’s okay. It feels good too..” You shake your head, eyes shutting as you adjust yourself to the feeling. “Faster..”

Choso was quite appalled but he didn’t decline your request. He starts thrusting faster, moving your hands over your head and grunting lowly at your tightness. It aroused Choso to know that he was the first, your first and how you practically wanted him to be the first.

Your moans fall out each thrust he gives, and his pace starts fastening as you wrap your legs around his waist. Choso was so deep into you, wrecking your walls and turning you into a sex lover. You never thought it would feel this great, and you understood why so many people were addicted to it. Choso then kept his mouth on yours as he fucked you faster, balls slapping against your pussy and you could feel him drill his cock deeper and deeper.

"Mmh- fuck!" you mewl out as Choso pulls his lips away, pounding you in the position.

"I knew I'd love this pussy of yours," Choso grunts, pulling his cock out before guiding your body over so that you'd lay on your belly. He places his hands on your hips, pushing them back against his and sliding back into your aching hole.

"S-So deep!" you cry out, feeling his entire length sink deeper into your pussy.

Choso grips onto your hips as he thrusts his cock quickly into you, his hips slamming against your ass cheeks. You bury your face in the sheets of his bed, refraining your erotic moans to echo the entire room. But it just felt too good- his cock and this position that allowed his cock to make him feel so fucking deep in you.

You throw your head back slightly as your hands move underneath your chest to prop up. Choso leans forward, eyes nearly shutting because of how good your pussy felt around him. He was nearly reaching his orgasm and he knew you were close again too.

"'m so close- Choso!" you utter through your moans, more pleasured tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Me too, angel. Fuck," Choso groans, groping your ass to the point his hands could leave a print.

A knot forms in your stomach when Choso's cock rubs against your g-spot each deepening thrust and your head drops to the mattress as your moans uncontrollably escape your mouth and bounce off the walls of his room.

"Baby- shit. You gotta lower your voice," Choso reminds, groaning as your pussy clenches his cock again.

"I-I know.. But I can't.." you reply, covering your mouth with a hand.

Honestly, Choso found it slightly amusing, yet cute about how you were trying to keep quiet but couldn't. And even though he was the one to tell you to lower your voice, he wanted to pound into you faster, and deeper- and make more moans escape past your pretty lips.

“C-Cumming..” you utter beneath your hand covering your mouth, and Choso hastily slips his cock as you came all over him.

You’ve never came this much before— it was appalling to see how much you can cum. Your mind was dizzying and fogging up, and you could feel Choso pull his cock out. He was panting heavily, hands still holding your hips before he uses one to slip off the condom filled with his cum.

Yet, he was still hard.

“Again,” you say, turning yourself around and pulling him close by placing your hands on his nape. “Wanna ride you, Choso..”

Choso didn’t expect you to want to keep going, but he couldn’t resist the urge of wanting to see you ride him. After you situate yourself on Choso’s lap with his guide, he rests your hands on his shoulders. You bite your lower lip, quite conflicted because you didn’t even know how to ride a dick properly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll guide you,” Choso reassures, caressing the side of your face before leaning towards the drawer to grab another condom.

But you stop him and shake your head. “No protection.. it’s okay.”

Choso raises a brow. “You sure, baby? It’s risky without it.”

“It’s okay.. promise. I trust you.”

Choso’s heart ached at the way you softly spoke of how you trust him, and he nods his head before returning his hands to the side of your hips. He props you up with his strength before pressing the tip of his cock at the entrance of your swollen pussy.

He gives you a final look before guiding your body down, and his raw cock pushes pass your folds. You both moan in unison as Choso’s entire length fits into you perfectly. The bare skin of his cock in you was entirely different from when the condom was on, and Choso could also feel how different your insides were.

Choso starts guiding your hips up and down on his cock, and you’re both moaning, staring at each other with affection and lust. Your grip on Choso’s shoulders tighten as he indirectly allows you to bounce by yourself, allowing you to experience.

You’re on your heels as you bounce on his throbbing cock, moaning and mumbling his name as you’re clenching him whenever you slide your hips upward. Choso’s watching intently, low grunts increasing as he feels your pussy taking him just as he’s always imagined.

“You’re doing so fucking good, angel. Fuck- keep riding me like that,” Choso praises, his head leaning back as you start bouncing faster. You’re literally uncertain whether or not you’re moving correctly, but with the guide of Choso’s hands and his reaction, you assumed you were doing good.

You could feel the tip of his cock smack the entrance of your womb whenever you sink his entire length deeper into you, and you’re looking at him for more direction since you still clearly didn’t know what else to do. Choso used his hands to guide your hips to grind forward on his dick, and he looks at you.

“Just like this, baby.”

You take what Choso guided you to do in mind and then action, seemingly noting that he enjoyed those certain movements. Now, he’s the one moaning louder, whimpering lowly and muttering how amazing your pussy was.

He initially starts lunging his hips up as your bounces on his cock become more erratic, and he cups your ass. “C-Choso! Your cock- feels so, so good,” you could only utter as your legs start trembling, and you’re barely unable to keep yourself up.

“Yeah? I’m all yours now, baby- I’ll give this cock to you whenever and wherever you want,” Choso groans, gently tightening his grip on your ass as he starts controlling his thrusts up into you again. “Fuck- let me be your boyfriend. Please, angel.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” you nod your head, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close for a deep kiss.

Before Choso could reach his final orgasm, he quickly pulls you off him and his cum shoots all over the floor of his room. You both pull away from the kiss, panting heavier and fall back against the bed.

Choso stares up at his ceiling, taking in what just happened. Hearing your pacing heartbeat and heavy pants, he lifts a hand to gently rub your back.

“You okay?” he inquires.

“Mhm..” you reply, snuggling yourself close to him.

Choso chuckles softly, more elated with the fact that you were now his, and he was yours. He’s never necessarily been in an official relationship, besides from the experiences of blind dates or one night stands. He’s met a few nice girls, but he wasn’t into them the way he was into you. When he first met you, he was originally happy to know that his younger brother had a good friend. But as you often came around, he started to notice the little things about you. And one day, he just discovered how deeply he was falling for you.

He was always occupied with his job and taking care of his siblings that he subsequently forgot about his own health and care. But you were there— making sure he had his dinners, chatting with him about his day, making Yuji and the other two help clean up the house so he didn’t have to. And in order to see you often, Choso started sending in requests about changing his schedule to the main office. It took a few months, but with how diligently he worked, he was granted the schedule change. And he was so grateful, because it allowed him to spend more time with you— even if you were there for Yuji.

But now, he knows your feelings for him and it was all that mattered. Tonight, and possibly for the rest of his life, he’s the happiest man in the world.

LOAF4U. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

#loaf4u #18+ minors dni #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen one shot #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #choso smut #choso kamo smut #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x female reader

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pastelvelvett-2nd · 1 year ago

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Hello there I seen your wrote for Harvey from sdv, I’m not sure if what other sdv characters you will write for but I was wondering if I could request yan!sebastian x gn!Willing!reader. Just some stuff on what type of ya deer he is and how he would act with a so who is ok with his yandere tendencies. Sorry if this sounds confusing at all

Hello! Thank you for reading my Harvey fic!!

It doesn't sound confusing at all, don't worry about it. ^^ I present to you: ✨the yandere emo boy✨

Trigger warnings are, as always, in the tags!

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Yandere!Sebastian x GN!Willing!Reader

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Sebastian would be the type to take a while to warm up to you.

At first, Sebastian didn't think too much of you. He had absolutely no clue why you would decide to move here of all places when you already lived in a place he dreamed to live in. He was a bit jealous, to be frank.

Surprisingly enough, you kept visiting and talking to him, despite his aloof behavior the first time you spoke. The more you'd chat, the more he'd understand your perspective and what drove you to leave the hubub of the city. He began to get to know you better, and you seemed to want to do the same in turn.

Sebastian started awaiting your visits with bated breath, and when you did arrive, he acted a lot less cold than he initially did. He started being more open, and the two of you even shared some of his geeky interests. Your hangout sessions became his favorite part of the day.

With you, he was open and friendly. There was nothing he wouldn't share.

He realized something. How open he was... It's wasn't the norm. A person only shows certain facets of themselves to another. That's the way he used to function, and everyone else seemed to tick the same way. Surely, other people must know other sides of you that he wasn't familiar with.

There were many things he wouldn't find out about you. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach like little else did.

Sebastian would be the type to eventually begin stalking you.

This way, he'd get to know you in a deeper way he ever could just by listening to information you'd offer him. He'd follow you around town, watching as you'd go shopping or talk to the villagers. Sometimes you'd even go drinking on fridays and play videogames on the arcade machines with Sam.

You seemed close to Sam.

Sebastian would be the type to cut anyone off without a second thought, anyone that isn't you.

As much of a loner as Sebastian already was, he gradually talked to Abigail less and less, and Sam... He stopped talking to him alltogether.

Sebastian would be the type to want to do awful things to someone he once called a close friend, all because of you.

He couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, which was a shame, because it seemed like the two of you spent more and more time together.

Sam obviously noticed his change of behavior, and so did you. Sam first tried talking to Sebastian about it, but a curt "I'm busy right now" and a dirty look from him made it clear that he wasn't quite as willing to talk.

When Sam saw Sebastian following you around town, he obviously went and told you about it. You seemed to react... A lot less scared than he expected you to?

"I'll talk to him about it. Don't worry." You told Sam, though he didn't think you talking to him would ease his worries any bit. He practically begged you to talk to tell the police, but you assured him you would take care of it. Sam eventually gave in, albeit reluctantly.

You visited Sebastian like you usually would, acting completely normal as if you never found out he had been stalking to you. If you didn't bring the topic up, then he would've never known that you knew, but you did exactly that.

You confronted him about it.

In such a calm and casual way, Sebastian thought he was dreaming or hallucinating.

You explained that you knew everything. You left out who told you and just said you caught on to it on your own, just to be safe.

You explained you had no problem with it. Sebastian didn't believe you at first. He was upset that you would lie to him.

But you assured him of your honesty. You truly didn't mind. Sebastian's eyes widened, now believing you.

He loved you before this an abnormal amount, but somehow, hearing this made him love you even more.

Sebastian would be the type to build a shrine to you.

He adored you. So much. He felt so grateful that you would accept even this... Intense side of him, so grateful that you treated him with so much love. So happy that you apparently liked him enough to ask him out.

Yes, despite him being head over heels for you, he was too shy to ask. Eventually he would, of course, but you made this so much easier for him.

And you, on the inside, didn't just tolerate his obsessive attention, but you were even pretty flattered about it. Not something you'd directly admit to him, of course.

Neighbors would urge you to not involve yourself with him, but you didn't listen.

Sebastian would be the type to only kill if he considered it necessary.

It wouldn't be out of guilt. Murder came with a lot of complications. Sebastian, being a calculated person that always thinks before he acts wouldn't give in to his violent urges. Except for when he had to, of course.

He just hoped there would be no need for it.

#a bite🍰#writing commissions open #commissions open #tw: stalking #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: thoughts of violence #tw: yandere #yandere stardew valley #stardew valley #yandere sdv #yandere sdv x reader #yandere sdv imagines #yandere sebastian sdv #yandere sebastian imagines #yandere sebastian x reader #yandere sebastian sdv imagines #yandere x willing reader

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altxrrmelancholy · 3 months ago

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Tags: suggestive, bf!Hwa, Yunho is both your friend, Yunho is making you flustered, it seems dubious but it's really not, a bit of fluff, you're just freaking out at your boyfriend

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You were standing at the window admiring the view from Seonghwa's bedroom. You always liked the green around the apartment complex. It soothed you somehow.

You slightly shivered as you became aware of the skimpy outfit you wore: a white cotton spaghetti top with matching shorts, all with just a bit of lace. Ever since you got together with your boyfriend, he never failed to constantly let you know how sexy you were. That gradually increased your confidence, making you buy outfits that you normally wouldn't wear, and in turn him buying for you outfits. He liked seeing the confidence as he thought it made you ten times sexier.

Speaking of Seonghwa, you hadn't seen him since you entered. He was probably at one of his friends apartments, since the whole bunch collectively decided to live in the same complex. You didn't call him because you loved how cute that was. Living together in the same complex.

How cute.

Like you would ever tell Seonghwa or any of his friends that.

Lost in your mind, you slowly registered the sound of the door closing behind you. You were still leaning on the drawer that was near the window, still looking outside. Seonghwa's hands came around you and rested them on the top of the drawer, his chest pressed to your back. You grabbed his hands with the intention of putting them around you. His... huge hands? A bit surprised you looked down at his hands. His long fingers.

These were not Seonghwa's hands.

"Hi y/n." The voice whispered close to your ear, evidently with a smirk. You don't remember the last time you yelled the way you did. You jumped out of the man and looked back to find Yunho staring at you with surprise.

"Yunho?!"

The door burst open.

"What?! What happened?! Why did you scream like that?!"

Seonghwa stood there looking at the two of you, looking at each other with surprise. It was obvious though who looked the most traumatized. Your hands covered your chest as your outfit clearly shaped your boobs, not wanting Yunho to see what he wasn't supposed to.

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Seonghwa uttered, looking at you innocently. You jumped and rushed behind him to cover yourself more.

"Yunho came into the room and then I thought it was you and then I was going to hug you and then I realized it wasn't you and then, the scream, and- and then-" His groan cut you off.

"Oh my gosh, Yunho. Now look what you did."

"How was I supposed to know she would scream like that!"

"You should have at least talked to her first?!"

"That's what I was trying to do!"

You were a bit concerned as to why Seonghwa wasn't yelling at his friend for what he did to his girlfriend.

Their bickering stopped and Yunho was walking towards you his hands in front of him cautious.

"Y/n... I'm not gonna startle you, I promise."

"W-where- what are you doing?"

"Seonghwa said I could have you."

Seonghwa said he could have you.

Suddenly everything stopped. It was quiet enough to hear how loud you were breathing from the adrenaline from this whole situation. You looked up at Seonghwa and he just shrugged.

"Love, you're gonna let Yunho have you, right?"

You were dumfounded.

You didn't even realize Yunho slowly walk towards you. He practically jumped on you and held you from behind, one of his hands caressing your waist. And your boyfriend was just standing there.

You became aware of the hands touching you and you didn't know how to feel about that. You tried prying yourself out of his arms but your attempts were so weak that they ended up riling Yunho up.

"Seonghwa! You're j-just gonna stand there? I'm you- "

"Oh, calm down Y/n." He casually walked to his bed and lay down, his hands behind his head as he watched his friend start to kiss down your neck, trailing one of his hands to your core. You were sighing softly, your eyes closed, while struggling (?) to leave his embrace. As soon as his hand cupped your clothed core, you yelped. You jumped, forcefully pushed yourself off his hold and ran to lock yourself in Hwa's bathroom, feeling both turned on and extremely confused.

Yunho looked up at the ceiling and exaggerated a sigh. Seonghwa smiled. "You should have just let me tell her first."

"I'll go get her." He said, annoyed, as he left towards the bathroom door.

You could hear your boyfriend's obnoxious laughter from where you were, booming across the walls, clearly amused with the situation.

#park seonghwa #seonghwa #ateez seonghwa #ateez imagines #ateez #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #jeong yunho

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puck-luck · 3 months ago

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co-eds | mattias samuelsson & jack quinn

warnings: dom!ms, sub!jq & sub!fem!reader, threesome (mmf!), teasing, humiliation, degradation, praise, fingering (f!receiving), head (m & f receiving), multiple orgasms, use of sex toys, references to voyeurism/listening in, uhhhhhhh that's all i can think of but like they do literally everything but have actual penis in vagina sex (don't worry it's still hot) pairing: mattias samuelsson x fem!reader x jack quinn summary: based on the prompt "I'd 100,000% fall in love with Mattias if he was like my friend's roommate and I was watching them play Mario on the couch" but then turned into best friend's roommate which then turned into "oh wait these bitches are soooo homoerotic... this needs to be poly like ferris bueller" wc: 10555

The first time you met Mattias, it was the third day of classes of your sophomore year and your best friend from freshman year, one Mr. Jack Quinn, had invited you to his new house for a housewarming dinner. You had gotten yourself dolled up– jeans rather than your normal sweats– and driven to the parking lot closest to their place before walking the rest of the way.

Mattias had swung the door open and looked you up and down, making you do a double take at his large frame filling the doorway.

“Hi,” he greeted, his Joker-ish smile crossing his face.

“Hi,” you replied. “Is Jack here?”

Mattias took you in again, then stepped aside so that you could enter the house. “He’s in the kitchen,” Mattias told you. He closed the door behind you, then collapsed on the couch in the living room like he’d been through a very hard day’s work.

That was four months ago– and plenty has changed.

Now, you’re a mainstay at the Quinn-Samuelsson house. You spend your evenings there, whether you’re studying, eating, or just hanging out. You often spend your nights and your mornings there, too– waking up in Mattias’ queen-sized bed, tangled up in his blankets because the boy is a restless sleeper and wrapped in his arms because, despite his restlessness, Mattias can barely stand when he’s not touching you.

It started out small– he would tease you for being smaller than him, comparing the size of your hands or sitting next to you on the couch during movie nights just close enough that your thigh was pressing against his. Then, he grew bolder– a hand on your knee when seated or at the small of your back when walking behind you. It all came to a head one night after a rowdy game of bar trivia, where you and Jack had stumbled back to the house arm-in-arm and laughing. Your laughter and ruckus had woken Mattias up and you were the bold one this time, wrapping your arms around his waist and smiling up at him.

“Hi, Tits,” you slurred kindly the first time you slept in his bed, using the nickname that you and Jack had concocted to talk about Mattias behind his back. It was all out in the open now– a side effect of your drunkenness. “You’re looking especially tall today.”

He had laughed out that breathless chuckle of his and hugged you back good-naturedly, then asked if you wanted to use his bed instead of the couch that night. You had agreed and after a copious amount of whining, Mattias had joined you instead of squeezing onto the couch in your place. Jack had long since gone to bed and you and Mattias had stayed up talking about nonsense. As the sun crested the horizon, his nose nudged against yours and you realized how close you were. There was still a little liquid courage left coursing through your veins and you blame that for the way you tipped your chin up and brushed against his lips.

It had been lazy and casual, a barely-friends with benefits situation that became more and more frequent until you were practically dependent on your dose of Mattias to get through the day.

The problem with your new relationship with Mattias is that Jack is starting to feel plenty neglected. You understand it and he doesn’t have to tell you that he’s missing you for you to notice– it’s all in his recent distance from you, how he sits across the room in the chair rather than on the couch with you and Mattias and how he keeps his hands securely in his pockets when you walk back from class or the library.

It’s really starting to bother you, but you can’t talk to Jack about it. He’ll just brush you off and say nothing is wrong, even though it so clearly is. Instead, you’re watching Mattias and Jack play a video game that doesn’t capture your interest– that, despite knowing that you came over today to hang out with Jack, is focused on Mattias’ long fingers, the ones that you’ve become well acquainted with since the first time you kissed him.

You have tried to tear your eyes away from the digits and even succeeded a few times, but your vision keeps wandering back. You blame the smooth, deep tone of Mattias’ voice, laughing at Jack each time his character gets killed or teasing him whenever he gets close to winning, but not close enough. Mattias has a habit of using the same tone to tease you, especially when his fingers are prodding at your insides or your lips are wrapped around his cock.

Tonight is about your friendship with Jack, you remind yourself again. He’s the whole reason you even know Mattias and even more than that, he’s your best friend. You adore Jack, even when he’s bitching and whining and moaning about something petulant or putting off his homework until you relent and shove yours across the table for him to copy. He’s the best person you’ve met since starting college and you never thought that you’d be one of those girls that abandons their friends as soon as they find a boy to fuck, but you’ve been acting that way lately. You feel guilty.

Even Mattias’ unimpressed eyes and quirked lips when you refuse to sit next to him can’t convince you to budge. You’re borderline ignoring the boy that has learned just how to push your buttons and make you scream, and he’s getting a kick out of it.

Jack is locked in on the game now, trying to capitalize on Mattias’ wandering eyes. He’s biting his bottom lip and evaluating the screen with unblinking eyes.

You’re so fond of him– he’s competitive, like you. He’s eager to prove himself and anxious to shine, which doesn’t manifest in your classes so much as when you’re around the house. He cooks and it’s always delicious. He doesn’t even mind doing the dishes afterward. What you know started as a class crush– and nothing more– has bloomed into a strong friendship that you wouldn’t trade for anything, not even Mattias.

Regardless of how Mattias drives you crazy, in the best way.

Despite his focus, Jack loses by a margin. Mattias’ bragging smile causes a flutter of butterflies to erupt in your stomach even if you’re shaking your head.

“It’s too easy,” Mattias says with a shrug. He tosses his controller onto the table in front of him and kicks his feet up, crossing his ankles and threading his fingers behind his head. The motion broadens his chest and accentuates his thighs, but once again, you refuse to be distracted.

“That’s okay, Jack.” You comfort him with a pat on his knee.

“He wins every time,” Jack complains, tossing his own controller onto the table and adjusting his hat on his head. He does it like a tic, you’ve noticed, when he’s frustrated. “He doesn’t even have to try.”

“Not just when it comes to games, eh?” Mattias teases the boy with a wink, knocking his shoulder against Jack’s before standing. He winks at you, too, then bids you both goodnight. He walks past you, stepping over Jack’s legs rather than taking the easy route, and ruffles your hair annoyingly when he does so.

You pout and try to fix your hair when he’s done, but you’re secretly pleased– you love how Mattias shows affection. He’s so loose with it, not generic at all, and it always makes you smile.

The tall, broad boy disappears up to his bedroom, leaving you with Jack. You turn towards him and throw your legs over his lap, the arm of the couch pressed against your middle back. Jack’s hand falls on your shin, his thumb rubbing over the skin.

“What was that about?” You ask. Mattias’ final gloat seemed pointed and specific, but you didn’t know that there was tension between the boys. Surely one of them would have told you.

“Dunno,” Jack replies. “He’s so fucking cryptic.”

“We can definitely agree on that,” you say with a laugh.

Jack smiles and you sit in silence for a minute. Jack’s touching you comfortably, but the motion makes your skin tickle a bit, sending a shiver up your body. You blame it on the residual butterflies that Mattias left behind, still fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey,” you say, breaking the silence.

Jack fixes you with a quizzical look. “Hey.” He raises an eyebrow, but he’s still smiling a bit. His thumb has stilled.

“I know you’ve told me a million times, but are you sure you’re okay with me and Mattias hooking up?” You ask with a self-deprecating tilt of your head, making sure you don’t break eye contact with the boy, even as he starts to duck his head.

“Everything’s fine, I swear,” Jack assures you. He holds out his pinky and you hook your pinky to it, kissing the tip of your thumb. He’s got a soft smile on his face, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, and once again, you know that he’s not quite telling the truth.

You don’t want to push. You don’t want to force him to tell you something he’s not ready to say, but something about the Mattias situation is bothering him.

“Okay,” you relent, matching his smile. “You’ll tell me if it starts bothering you, right? I’ll kick him to the curb. Girl code?”

Jack scoffs, rolling his eyes at your insinuation. “I’m not one of the girls,” he grumbles.

“You like drama more than I do,” you point out.

Jack doesn’t have a smart reply for that, so he just stays silent. You laugh, then the air between you fades to silence again. This time, Jack moves your legs and stands.

“I’m gonna go to bed, too,” he says. “I bet Titty is waiting for you.”

“Yeah, probably.” You take Jack’s outstretched hand and he pulls you up. “He needs to wait sometimes. It keeps him humble.”

You’re walking towards the stairs and Jack gestures for you to go ahead. “You know, if you don’t hurry, he might fall asleep without you.” He follows you up the steps, footsteps quiet and sneaky like every other day.

“Always looking out for me,” you praise at the top of the stairs, at the fork in the road. Jack’s bedroom is to the left, near the shared bathroom, and Mattias’ is on the right. “See you in the morning, J.”

“Not if I see you first.”

You split up and you lightly knock on Mattias’ bedroom door before slipping through the crack he left open for you. You shed your sweats and pull on one of Mattias’ t-shirts, the one he wore earlier today. You crawl under the covers next to his warm body and he slings an arm over your waist to pull you closer.

“Good talk with Twos?” Mattias murmurs, his eyes closed and voice already drowsy. You hate how he can fall asleep so easily, but you love the scratchy quality his voice adopts late at night. It’s the best when his mouth is positioned right next to your ear and he’s telling you how tight you feel.

You have to shake the thought away. “Do you think Jack’s acting weird?” You ask, drawing an invisible line up his sternum, between his fleshy pecs that you love to poke until he flexes them and takes all his softness away.

Mattias snorts, laughing. “Of course he is,” he tells you. “He’s jealous.”

You lurch back, curling your lip and frowning up at Mattias. He blinks his eyes open to look down at you, mostly because of your movement and not because of what he said. He spoke like it was a known fact, that Jack was jealous.

“Of what?” You wonder.

“Of me, dude.” Mattias’ chest rumbles with the words and you tsk at the bro-y nickname. He continues on without acknowledging your distaste. “Jealous that I get to do this and he doesn’t.” He pushes your shirt up, cupping your breast and squeezing.

“No, he’s not,” you deny. “He’s never acted like that. It can’t be jealousy.”

Mattias chuckles. “It can and it is,” he insists. “You wanna know how I know?”

You’re stunned for a second by the glint in his hooded eyes and the way his teeth are barely biting down on his lower lip. He raises his eyebrows when you don’t respond, just a quick quirk that draws your attention.

You shrug, letting your eyes drift back to his lips. Usually, by now, you’ve kissed them. It’s getting harder to resist, especially when Mattias leans forward until you’re going cross-eyed to get an actual look at him.

“The other day, I was going to get a towel from the bathroom to clean you up after–” he fully bites his lip and winks. “– and I overheard a little something from Jack’s room. It sounded… oddly like your name, so I asked him about it.”

“You did not.”

“And after some pressing, he told me that he’d had a little crush on you last semester, but you were soooo nice that he never found the right time to make a move.” Mattias’ voice is hushed and teasing, smug like he’s bragging over another win in their video games. “And then you found your way to me.”

It’s a lot to process, but Mattias is leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your lips. When he releases you and gets comfortable again, the cogs are still turning in your head. His eyes are closed when you speak.

“Possessive much?”

Mattias trembles with a laugh, pulling you closer and bringing your leg over his hip. “Don’t need to be possessive. He doesn’t stand a chance when I’m fucking you.”

“Maybe he does– maybe you need to learn how to share,” you say, your tone twisting with the implication.

Mattias’ eyes flash open and his breath is no longer slow and consistent like it’s reaching for sleep. “What?”

“Maybe,” you repeat, touching your front teeth with the tip of your tongue for the added suspense. You cuddle into Mattias’ chest, your lips barely an inch from his, and continue. “You need to learn how to share.” You pull away and reveal your own smug, braggadocious smile, daring him.

Like you said– Jack had been your class crush first, way before you met Mattias.

“Are you serious?” Mattias asks, incredulous.

“Well, this is casual, isn’t it?” You tease. “It’s not like we’re exclusive. I’d love to see Jack’s face when I make a move on him if he’s so jealous of you, hm?”

Mattias frowns, about to say something, but you cut him off.

You tilt your head coyly and bat your eyelashes at him. “Or… well, nevermind.” You turn over in his arms and press your hips back against his lap.

“Or… what?” Mattias probes, his fingertips dancing across your stomach and the waistband of your panties. “You started that sentence, now you have to finish it. Those are the rules.”

“If you can’t bear to share me with Jack, maybe you should join us,” you say, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly. You’re faking the ease– the idea of having both Jack and Mattias in the same bed lights a fire between your legs unlike anything you’ve experienced before. “Make sure he’s doing it right…?”

You hoped that your words would set him off, knowing that despite his chill demeanor, Mattias is a perfectionist, a competitor, and a possessive partner. He’s bossy and dominant, positively eager to please and he loves to make sure that you’re feeling as content as possible in his bed.

“You want… both of us?” Mattias asks. You can practically hear him narrowing his eyes as he speaks. “Really? Am I not good enough for you?” His question grows teasing at the end, which is how you know he’s considering it.

“You love to rag on him during games,” you drawl, wiggling your hips against him. Mattias releases a groan as you do so, rubbing his fingers over the skin just above your waistband. His other hand sneaks under your body and up your shirt. He tweaks your nipple as means of ‘teaching you a lesson’ for grinding against him, but it only increases your ministrations. “Imagine, Ti, how much fun you’d have, showing him how good you are at making me come.”

The praise always gets him– always. Today is no different. As you roll your behind against his length, you can feel him growing. So, you keep talking.

“At making me whimper, at making me beg…” You lick your lips. “Wouldn’t you like to see me squirm under him, even though I’m moaning your name?”

“Jesus, fuck,” Mattias groans, untangling his arms from your figure and rolling off the bed. You turn to face him, pulling the covers up to your chest and smiling from ear to ear. You can see the bulge in his pants now that your eyes are well-adjusted to the darkness.

“Where are you going?” You ask, choking back a laugh. You’re delighted, but your stomach is rolling with the possibilities that the night holds. You know Mattias is going to get Jack, but you’re always a little bratty and sassy, so you can’t help yourself.

“Be right back,” Mattias promises before opening the bedroom door and slipping through it, disappearing down the hall and leaving you in the bed that smells like him.

In the time he’s gone, you’re at war with yourself– do you take his shirt off and speed things along, playing with your tits to give them a show when they return, or do you leave Mattias’ shirt on and allow Jack to take it off of you?

You decide on a mixture of the two– you push your shirt up just enough that your stomach is exposed. You can get a hand on yourself and you knead one of your breasts, allowing your fingers to tease circles around your nipple but never pinching or twisting it the way Mattias does.

You can hear him down the hall, rapping on Jack’s door and impatiently telling Jack to come to his bedroom. You can hear Jack, confused and frustrated that he has to get out of bed after getting comfortable. He follows Mattias’ directions– of course he does, he acts like Mattias hung the moon– and with each step closer to where you lay, you feel yourself growing damper and damper.

Your legs are spread under the covers, just wide enough that Mattias could climb between them if he chose to do so. It’s the normal position you assume when he leaves you alone. There’s very little that Mattias likes more than seeing you ready for him, inviting him in with your stretched limbs. The edge of the sheet lays just over the expanse of your hips, leaving plenty to be revealed when the boys burst in.

Mattias, ever the gentleman, opens the door for Jack and holds it open for him.

“Why am I–” Jack starts to ask, but then his eyes lock on you. “Oh.” He gawks for a second, allowing himself to enjoy the view, then catches himself. “What– what?” When he repeats himself, he turns to face Mattias, and it makes the taller boy laugh.

“Come on, Twos,” Mattias persuades, stepping through the doorway and passing Jack, who is planted in one spot like he’s rooted in a stone. Mattias clambers onto the bed, uncoordinated because of his size but somehow graceful in the way he settles next to you. He places his hand on your abdomen, pinky and ring finger brushing over the little bow on the front of your panties. He traces it absent-mindedly, staring at the boy who’s surprised and backlit from the hall light. You wish you could see his face better, especially when Mattias continues. “Time to live up to your nickname.”

His words plant a spark inside of you, one that only grows as he dips his fingers even lower. He traces over the wet spot that’s growing between your legs. Jack watches on– you can see his eyes move although you can’t make out the look on his face, and his presence draws a noise out of you. Then, you find your words– even as Mattias makes it harder with more insistent presses.

“Mattias said you never knew when the right time was to make your move,” you announce. “Now’s the time, Jack.”

He’s still rooted there. He even turns toward the door for a second, looking out into the hall like you’re talking to some other Jack that snuck into the house and wanted a threesome.

If you weren’t so desperate, you’d laugh.

“You heard her,” Mattias reinforces, calling Jack’s attention back to the sight in front of him. “Look how wet she is, Jack. She’s wet because she was thinking of you– well, and me, and what we could do with her.”

He’s too proud to attribute your wetness completely to Jack. Whereas you won’t laugh at Jack’s hesitation, you do roll your eyes at Mattias, which is an action that earns you a pinch on your clit. It’s equally as jarring as it is pleasureful and you’re reeling.

Jack’s posture changes in a way that you can’t describe– it’s incredulous, maybe? A little bit like he’s not sure if he’s in a dream, where he’s not sure if he can move or if he’s being tormented by a complete inability to do anything but watch.

He still doesn’t make a move and it’s bothering you– you want to insist and call out his name to get his attention, to make sure he’s not in another realm entirely. You open your mouth, planning to sound sharp and pointed, and as you start to speak, Mattias pets his thumb over your clit. Your glare becomes relaxed and your indignant “Jack” transforms into a wanton-sounding moan of his name.

It’s the complete opposite of what you described to Mattias earlier, but he doesn’t seem to care. Or maybe he’s letting it slide just this once, just because it serves its purpose all too well.

Jack finally takes a step forward. He lifts his foot and tugs at his sock, throwing it across the room, then doing the same with the other. He kicks the door closed behind him, putting you back into darkness and you pray for your eyes to adjust to the change faster. You want to see him. You need to know how his eyes look when he’s inches away from something he hoped for, but never quite received.

You want to see desperation on his face because you want to know that he feels the same way you do. With Mattias, you seldom see desperation. He’s all half-lidded eyes and gravelly words whispered as a means of caressing you further, overwhelming your senses in every way he can. You’re the one pulling at his clothes or scratching over his back, pleading for more.

Lucky for you, once Jack makes it to the edge of the bed, he can’t seem to keep his hands away from you. His fingers circle your ankle over the covers, his other hand pulling his shorts down until he’s just left in his underwear. At that point, he starts to shuffle his way up your body, walking on his knees. He’s straddling you, legs on either side of yours, palms sliding across your thighs, then hips, then waist.

You finally can see the look on his face. He’s memorizing you in a reverent way, like he can’t believe you’re real and he’s getting to touch you. His eyes search your skin for details that he can file away for later, his thumb brushing over a freckle that you had forgotten about as the breath leaves his lungs. He melts above you, the corners of his lips turning up in a giddy smile. He laughs for a moment to himself, barely expelling any air or sound when he does so. Then, his eyes finally meet yours.

His pupils are swollen, bigger than you’ve ever seen them. You hold eye contact for only a moment before Jack’s gaze drifts to your lips, where they stay. Once again, he hesitates. Your own eyes find his lips, plush and parted, glistening like he just licked them. You’re certainly not going to make another first move, having already moaned out Jack’s name without him even touching you– it’s his turn, you stubbornly decide.

But Jack is stubborn too, or maybe just that unsure of himself, because his hands are still the only point of contact between your bodies after what feels like an eternity.

Even Mattias tires of waiting. “For fuck’s sake,” Mattias scoffs. He rolls his eyes and takes his hand away from your panties, touching your chin and turning your head towards his. He kisses you instead of Jack, stealing your lips from the other boy because he can’t be bothered to let them remain untouched. He’s kissed you many times before, so his lips are sure against your own, his confidence making you sigh out and close your eyes.

You touch Mattias’ cheek with your fingertips, one hand still kneading your breast. As the feeling and sound of the kiss overwhelm your senses, Jack’s hands find your stomach. They run up to your ribs, then he nudges your hand aside. You don’t quite get it, lost in the way Mattias’ tongue feels against yours, so Jack covers your hand with his own. He traces the lines of your fingers with his, then settles his digits between the spaces of yours. With his other hand, he has free reign. He’s able to ghost over the smooth skin surrounding your pebbled nipple before touching the protrusion with a gentle flick of his index finger. You chase the motion, breaking away from Mattias’ mouth to look at the place where Jack’s hands lay.

He has exposed your chest now, pushed Mattias’ shirt up so far that it’s bunched up near your collarbones. He’s staring at your breasts like they’re the best thing he’s ever seen, like he’s never seen anything like them before and never will again. He takes your wrist and moves your hand so that it covers your belly button, sufficiently out of the way.

Mattias is still crowding your face with light kisses on your cheek and jaw, index finger tapping at the other side of your chin to call your lips back to his, but you can’t tear your eyes away from Jack’s hands and his mouth as it comes lower, sealing over the peak from which he just removed your fingers. His tongue flicks against the nipple the same way that his finger moves on your opposite side, creating competing sensations that work better together than they ever would apart.

Jack’s movements have you arching into him, your back leaving the bed enough for Mattias’ arm to weasel under you and tug you closer. He’s abandoned your chin, evidently giving up on getting your attention from his simple nudges.

Your usual partner is getting greedy and it shows– he’s petting over your core again with his long, delectable fingers. He shifts the crotch of your panties to the side just a bit, just enough that he can collect a bit of your slick on his middle two fingers. He returns his hand to your face, touching your lips with the wetness before you drop your jaw and he presses down on your tongue.

You suck his fingers greedily, knowing that this is just the first step to having him inside of you. You look to him for a moment, taking in the smile that barely clings to his face. He’s proud of you, praising you with just the glint in his eyes. It’s enough for you in that moment, so you look away– making the mistake of looking down at Jack.

His eyes are wide and piercing, staring up at you as he sucks on your tits. You release a soft moan, spurring him on. He pulls off of you and blows cool air against the wet patch of skin gracing your nipple, making it grow impossibly harder. You shudder as he switches to your other side. He focuses all his attention on drawing another noise out of you, hair falling over his forehead and tickling the skin of your chest where it lays. His eyes are closed, but his hair blocks your view.

Mattias seems to notice the same thing, pulling his fingers from your mouth and threading them through the strands dangling in front of Jack’s forehead to move them out of the way. He grips the hair tightly before he lets go, making Jack’s eyes open and look to him. A beat passes between the men, a look that makes you feel like, for a moment, you cease to exist underneath or beside them.

Then, Jack’s eyes flutter closed again and Mattias’ hand falls. He finds the waistband of your underwear, now soaked to the point that you’re sure they’re clinging to your folds. From this angle, with Jack on top of you, Mattias can’t get a good grip on the band to push the fabric down. You can feel his face contort with his thoughts and Jack is none the wiser, just enjoying his time attached to your nipples.

Mattias taps his shoulder, brows furrowed like he knows what he wants but he’s not sure if he’s overstepping. Jack’s eyes open and find the other man again, completely neutral. There’s an edge of expectancy in his movements with the way his tongue pauses its movements as he stares up at Mattias.

For someone so sure of himself in bed, Mattias sounds apprehensive when he speaks. He’s so used to ordering you around, bossing you because he knows that you’ll do whatever he asks, but Jack is new territory.

“If you like how her nipples taste, you should get your mouth on her cunt,” Mattias seems to suggest, even though you know that he’s not asking Jack to do so. He’s telling him to eat you out, to take your panties off and start to pleasure you.

Ripping a whine from you as he goes, Jack drops your nipple from his mouth and wipes along his bottom lip to break the line of spit connecting you. “You’d let me?” He asks, open-mouthed and breathing like he’s recovering from a run. His eyes are trained on Mattias and a thrill runs up your spine as soon as you realize that he’s asking the other boy for permission. You and Jack are more alike than you knew before.

It seems to click in the same moment for Mattias, who you’ve turned to face. His expression grows grave, even though he’s starting to smirk. “Yeah, I’d let you,” he says.

Jack’s fingers leave your torso and dig under the sides of your underwear, ready to tear them off of you with the fervor of a depraved man.

“But you have to beg,” Mattias adds, just before Jack can drag the fabric low enough to reveal your clit. The words rush out of him and Jack halts.

“Beg?” He asks.

Mattias lets out a little scoff. Your eyes bounce between them, back and forth as they bicker like you’re down in the kitchen making dinner and Jack wants chicken but Mattias wants steak. It’s perfect how easily you three fall into your roles, how simple it is to let your normal behavior leak into your bedroom.

“Yeah, beg,” Mattias affirms. He tilts his head to the side and mocks Jack, sticking his bottom lip out. “Come on, Twosey. You’re such a whiny bitch all the time, why should now be any different? You need to prove to us that you want it.”

“I want it,” Jack insists, pulling back with a knitted, offended brow. “You know I want it.”

“Oh, I know you want it,” Mattias says. “But she only just found out and I think you need to tell her how much you’re dying to be with her.”

As if he needs to remind Jack that you’re there, Mattias shifts on the bed so that you’re on display. His arm, which had been trapped under your waist once Jack’s mouth left your chest and you stopped arching into the smaller boy, pushes you up until you’re sitting. Mattias then sits behind you, his back against the headboard and your back against his bare, warm chest. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder comfortably, your temple meeting his cheek in this motion.

His cock, neglected for minutes upon minutes is achingly hard against your tailbone. You press back even further so the contact is snug– so that Mattias can have a little relief. No ulterior motive… despite the fact that you love to feel him straining against you.

Jack is still straddling your legs, your knees underneath him. He’s hovering above them and you can’t spread your legs to draw him in, a fact that leaves you frowning and humming to yourself. It makes his eyebrows quirk and causes Mattias to splay his hand over your stomach again, rubbing a soft circle on the skin and cooing in your ear.

“Don’t be impatient, baby, he’s still learning,” Mattias says, letting his eyes float back to Jack at the end of his sentence. You know the look that he’s giving Jack, even without seeing it: an impatient cut of the eyes, one raised eyebrow as if it’s a challenge, and he’s pressing his tongue against his teeth to signal that it’s time for Jack to relent or Mattias will have to do something about it himself. “It’s time, Quinn.”

Using his last name– things are getting serious.

Mattias pulls your shirt up, dragging it over your head. The loss of it means a few things– one, that Mattias’ scent is no longer covering you completely. He’s behind you, pressing against you, and you can smell him, but it’s not the same. Two, that you’re naked except for your sopping panties and Jack can see almost everything.

“I wanted him to do that,” you whine, pouting at Mattias. Your head is resting on his shoulder again, farther away this time so that you can look up at him from the side. You’ve got a great view of his nose and the curve of his lips, the curve that only tilts up more as he turns to face you.

Mattias presses a kiss to the corner of your pout and speaks like Jack isn’t there, like he’s not hovering inches from where you want him to be. “He hasn’t earned it, has he?”

The question is rhetorical and it spurs Jack into action. He pulls your panties down and slides off the bed so that he can remove them completely from your body. He holds them between his fingers like they’re a sacred object for which he should use gloves, standing at the edge of the bed. One of his knees rests on the mattress and you get an eyeful of his erection, covered by his underwear, but prominent nonetheless. Having seen it, and having been freed, you’re ready to kick your legs apart and beg him to come back.

Mattias, however, brackets your legs instead and uses his strong thighs to keep yours shut. You make an indignant groan, frowning at the man with a sharp look and he pinches your nipple, tweaking it slightly to put you in your place. You’re his, after all. Jack is just visiting. You’re only a slut for Mattias– Jack has to earn it.

“Go put those and her shirt in the laundry bin in my closet,” Mattias instructs. “Then, Jack, I believe you have some begging to do.”

The boy stands, lost and torn between wanting to preserve his dignity by fighting back against Mattias and wanting to succumb to his dominant commands so that he can get his mouth on you more quickly.

Mattias allows him to think it over for only a moment. “Go on,” he prods, encouraging the boy with a nod.

Jack takes a tentative step toward the closet, then another. He's just far enough away when Mattias returns to you.

He loosens his grip on your legs just slightly, enough that he can dip his hand into the space between your legs and offer you some much needed reprieve. “Look how well he listens with a little nudge,” Mattias murmurs before kissing your temple. “Now you have to be good for me, yeah? When he comes back, don't let him take your pussy so easily. Make him work for it. He’ll like that.”

“How do you know?” You question, looking up at him.

Mattias shrugs, jostling your head with the movement. He skims your entrance with the pad of one of his thick fingers, teasing you. “I just know,” he replies. He pushes his fingertip inside of you, starting to work it in and out but not opening you up– that privilege is something he’s awarding to Jack. “Just like how I know you.”

“Took you a while to get to know me,” you shoot back.

Across the room, Jack is looking in Mattias’ closet and trying to find his hamper. It’s in the back corner, hidden by some of his longer pants, so you’re not surprised that Jack is having trouble. It allows time for Mattias to focus on you, like a normal night, and you like that you get to have a moment alone with him. At the same time, it feels almost unfair that Jack is so far away.

Mattias chuckles at your attitude, his finger curling deep inside of you. You can feel the digit deftly rubbing against your insides, making you squirm. Mattias stills you by bringing his other hand up your body and lightly circling the base of your throat, squeezing it just slightly. “Know how much you like this,” Mattias tells you, whispering in your ear in a way that has goosebumps rising along your neck. “Didn’t take me too long to figure that out.”

Your eyes are forward, so you catch the moment that Jack finally turns around, having completed his task, and catches sight of Mattias’ hand around your throat and fingers between your legs. His mouth opens and his eyes widen, cheeks blushing into a flaming red.

“Good, Jack, c’mere,” Mattias says after a moment, finally lifting his eyes once he notices your distant stare. “Come lay down.”

Jack comes much easier this time, approaching the bed looking befuddled but eager. Mattias continues to pump his finger inside of you, although his hand drops from your throat. It finds your inner thigh and he spreads your legs for you, creating a space for Jack to lay. With one final parting thrust of his finger, Mattias pulls away and spreads your other leg even wider.

You’re fully on display now, folds parted from when Mattias spread them for his own greedy finger. You’re pristinely wet, barely needing Jack’s spit to mix with your own slick. Either of them could slide into you, fill you, without trouble. You almost want Jack to bypass Mattias’ plan and fuck you now, but there’s something about the way that Jack follows Mattias’ orders that makes you want to see how far things can go.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” Mattias goads, as if Jack’s eyes aren’t locked on your vagina already. “You’re so close to tasting it, Jack. All you have to do is convince her that you deserve it.”

Jack’s eyes snap to your face and you can tell that his desire has won out. He has no problem opening his mouth and starting to beg.

“Please,” he pleads. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

He’s dead-set on you now, crawling between your legs and tentatively touching your thigh. His hair is still messy, but it’s charming and out of his face and you kind of like that he’s a mess over how badly he wants to be with you.

“Tell me,” you reply, which earns you a hum of approval from Mattias and a soft pat to your hip. It’s not anything like his pointed spanks and swats, but you treasure it nonetheless. “Tell me what you’ve thought about.”

“It was like torture, having to listen to you down the hall. You sounded so pretty and I wanted to know what Sammy was doing to you to make you so loud. I wanted– I wanted to see,” Jack admits, losing his footing at the end of his sentence. His eyes flicker to Mattias’, then back to your face. “I never thought–”

“Now that you’re here, what are you going to do?” Mattias asks, interrupting the boy. “Tell her what you want to do to her. Tell her the things that you fucked your fist to, Twos.”

“This,” Jack groans, his eyes dropping to your core before coming back to your face. “Every time you moaned for him, I wondered if he was eating you out.”

Truth be told, eating you out wasn’t Mattias’ favorite thing to do. It came with the territory of his dominance– he much preferred to receive than to give, but it was never out of the realm of possibility. It was just a special treat, like when you looked especially beautiful one day or you had done something worth rewarding.

But hearing that it was the first thing on Jack’s mind whenever he overheard you– that has you running through endless scenarios and positions in your mind. With both of them, you’d be able to have everything, sometimes all at once.

Jack talks on. “Know you’d taste so good– wanted to taste you for myself. Practically came in my pants the first time I imagined you sitting on my face, Y/N. Being surrounded by you like that, having your thighs pressed over my ears because it was so good that you couldn’t help it… fuck, I need it. Please, I need it.”

“Not today,” Mattias says before you can nod. “Today, you have to do the work, buddy.”

Jack nods at that anyway, eyes gleaming and wild. “Anything– I just want a taste.”

Mattias nudges you, tapping your cheek with his nose. “Well?” He asks. “Can Jack have a taste?”

“Yeah,” you agree, eager and willing but unable to form any other words.

Like a stopwatch just began and Jack is finally on the clock, he jumps in. He’s laying flat on the bed between your legs, fingers already prodding at your hole while Mattias holds your legs apart for him.

Mattias is kissing over your neck, sucking over the pulse point on your left side when Jack’s lips close around your clit and mirror the sensation.

You’re not sure who to press into, who to arch against– you’re at war with your own mind and the sensations overtaking you, the ones overtaking you and controlling your movements like a puppeteer tied strings to your body.

Jack has his first two fingers inside of you, thrusting forward quickly like he can’t help himself. Mattias prefers to savor the moment when he’s fingering you, teasing you until you’re grinding against his digits and disobeying his orders to stay still because it’s just that good. While Mattias delays your orgasms in order to make the ultimate one more intense, Jack seems like he wants to bully your erogenous zones until you’re coming, and coming, and coming again. He wants you to come fast and he wants it often.

It’s a mindfuck, leaving you shaking underneath him as he flicks his tongue against your clit like a doorstopper pulled all the way to one side then released, vibrating back and forth like a metronome set to a rapid pace. You feel like you’re in a scene in a movie where you’re falling down a black hole and all you can hear is the pounding of your heart, growing more and more rapid.

Breaking the spiral is Mattias’ voice.

“No, Jack,” he says with a frown. One of his hands leaves your tits, the cool air hitting your sensitive nipples like a flinch. He grabs Jack’s hair, grips it so tightly that his knuckles seem to turn white– or maybe you’re just imagining things in your lustful haze– and he drags the boy’s mouth to a stop. “Slower. Don’t waste your only chance.”

You blink, clearing your clouded eyes to protest the “only chance” thing, but you lose your breath when you catch sight of the way Jack’s mouth hangs open with each tug of Mattias’ hand. Mattias practically shoves Jack’s face against your cunt, his tongue sliding over your folds and entrance like he’s lost control of the muscle. You wonder for a second if he’s hurting, but then Jack moans as Mattias positions his mouth over your clit and he latches on like the bud is the tip of a straw and he’s dying of thirst.

His eyes flutter, as do yours, and you know Mattias is grinning. Jack is like putty in his hands, moving wherever Mattias wants him to go. You’re suddenly aware that your hands are at your sides lamely, doing nothing at all, and you reach for Jack’s hair too like a natural instinct.

“Ah,” Mattias reprimands, dropping his grasp on your other tit and catching your wrists. “No touching, baby. Just sit back and relax and take what we’re giving you.” He holds both your wrists securely in his hands, keeping them still against your ribcage. He’s still pulling Jack’s hair, grinding his face against your slit, and it’s really Jack’s willingness to move wherever Mattias wants him that has you moaning.

It’s impossible not to grind against Jack’s face, though Mattias makes it hard for you to take charge of your own pleasure.

Nonetheless, you persist. The sounds that emit from Jack spur you on. They’re messy and pornographic, all kinds of sucking and groaning and slurping that would normally turn you off, but his desperation drives you crazy.

It doesn’t take long for you to reach that point, jaw dropping at the penultimate moment. Your head tips back on Mattias’ shoulder, eyes seeking his and finding them already fixed on your face, monitoring you.

“Gonna come,” you choke out, staring at the boy. “Ti–”

“You can,” he says. “He’s been waiting for you to come all over his tongue for months. Go ahead and give him his reward for being so patient, yeah?”

You feel shaky and spent as your first orgasm washes over you, noting in a passing moment that there’s so much more in store for you. There’s at least two or three more coming because Mattias seems to have endless faith in you and infinite ideas, able to do much more now that he has a partner to assist him in his ministrations.

Rather, he has someone else to boss around.

You collapse against Mattias’ strong chest, heaving out heavy breaths as Jack laps up your cum like it’s the best delicacy in the world. He’s languid, conscious of your recovery, and Mattias loosens his grip on the boy’s hair to soothe you as you come down. He pulls your hair out of your face, twisting the strands between his fingers. He speaks softly into your ear, murmuring things that you can’t really decipher because of the force of your climax, but his soothing tone calms you nonetheless.

Once your breath is steady, Mattias beckons Jack up from his place on the bed.

“Think you’ve earned a kiss,” Mattias says to Jack with a small shrug. He taps your shoulder with his thumb. “What do you say? Wanna give Twos a little kiss for all his hard work?”

You’re nodding, eyes lidded. Jack’s face is flushed and his lips are covered in clear, liquidy mess that drips down onto his chin. He’s absolutely gorgeous and you just want to pull him in and snuggle him forever, putting him in your pocket and carrying him around so that you don’t have to part with him.

He’s got that stupid look on his face still, but it’s different this time, like he’s growing cloudy in the head because he’s drunk off of the taste of your pussy and Mattias’ direction. He doesn’t hesitate anymore, but he moves slowly, as if time is passing differently for him.

Your first kiss with Jack is sweet, a joining of lips where you place a hand on Jack’s cheek and feel him underneath your palm. He’s hot and a little sweaty from the heat of the moment. The room is stifling with the smell of your arousal, but it could just be like that because you can taste yourself on Jack’s skin. You’re drinking him in all the same, keeping him close even as your lips part for a breath and come back together.

Mattias grinds his clothed cock against your backside while Jack kisses you, making you part from the smaller boy with a small gasp. Mattias turns your head to his, capturing your tingling lips in a more heated exchange, making all of your neurons fire in the best way. He slides his tongue into your mouth, then pulls back, leaving you boneless against him.

You watch as Mattias and Jack look at each other for a moment too long. Mattias lets his signature smile overtake his face, then he winks at the smaller boy. Jack turns red and looks away.

The hard length against your tailbone catches your attention. You grind back against him, capturing Mattias’ attention.

“Aww, baby,” Mattias mutters softly. “Did you think I was feeling left out?”

“Can feel how hard you are,” you reply. “Wanna make you come.”

“You wanna make me come,” Mattias repeats, lips quirked. “How about I give you something to occupy your mouth with, huh?”

You’re nodding, already shifting on his lap to turn your back to Jack and bend down to mouth over Mattias’ boxers. His big paw covers your hair, bundling your locks on the back of your head in a messy knot.

“So needy,” he berates, sounding like he’s scolding you although you know he’s pleased. “Can’t even give me time to take my pants off?”

Your knees are bent underneath you, spread wide enough that you can rock forwards and backwards easily. You’re conscious of Jack behind you, especially when you look up at Mattias and find that he’s staring past you.

“You can touch her,” Mattias says to the other boy. “Look how she’s presented right in front of you. Touch her, Jack. Give her another one.”

You’re still mouthing over Mattias’ clothed cock, sucking at the tip through the fabric and soaking it with your spit. He’s guiding you with his hand, pushing you lower until you’re licking over the curve of his balls, your nose tucked into the space where his thigh meets his groin. It should feel humiliating, to be forced to stay here and bring him pleasure, but you’re still reeling from the high of your orgasm and you’re unabashed knowing that your only audience is Mattias– who is a nonissue given how many times he’s fucked your face– and Jack, who is currently tracing his tongue over your slit from behind.

“Okay,” Mattias relents, patting the top of your head until you pull away. He draws his boxers down his legs and you moan, sagging back down when Jack’s finger finds your hole and starts to press into you again.

He’s bare beneath you now, the only scrap of clothing shared between the three of you being Jack’s boxers. It’s another reason why he’s the third wheel, the odd one out, even though you’d rather die than have him feel that way. You hope that he’s not thinking that, that he’s too preoccupied with your pussy and how the wetness drips down his wrist to wonder about the dynamic of this relationship.

“Twos,” Mattias calls, earning a hum from the other boy. Mattias occupies you with his cock, bringing your mouth to his tip and fitting your lips over it. You’re lax beneath him, allowing him to move your head up and down for his own pleasure. You let him use you as a toy, almost, unwilling to draw attention to yourself when Mattias is speaking with Jack.

“What?” Jack asks, his tone not as respectful as you’re accustomed to speaking with when it comes to Mattias. You make a noise of discontent around Mattias’ cock at Jack’s question, but Mattias pets over your cheek to quiet you.

“If you make her come before I do, I’ll let you fuck her,” Mattias says. “But you ought to know– she’s good with her mouth.”

As soon as he finishes his sentence, he sets off, fisting your hair and using it like reins to guide your bobbing. He tilts his hips forward even as he lifts and lowers your head, battering and abusing the back of your throat once he thrusts deep enough.

Jack has pushed a second finger into your heat, pushing you closer to your second orgasm of the night. He’s desperate to make you come a second time, to drag another climax from your writhing body, just so that he can get some release on his cock. You know that it’s aching, that he’s pulsing in his shorts and dripping everywhere, so turned on that he can only just stave off his own orgasm.

His fingers flex inside of you, curling and plunging inside of you with emphatic zeal. Mattias fills you from the front, your spit pooling around the base of his cock. He shoves you down, making you gag around him, your throat constricting in a satisfactory way around his thick shaft. He shakes your head, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his pubic bone as you deepthroat him.

“You close?” Mattias asks, pointedly looking down at you. He waits until you meet his eyes to draw out and thrust into your mouth again, harsh and delectable. A batch of tears start to appear on your waterline from the effort and they spill over as you stare up at Mattias, his glowering eyes locked on the way you’re dripping around him. If it’s not your spit leaking from your mouth, it’s the drops leaking from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks– and Mattias finds it impossible not to fuck into you harder seeing both of your reactions to his dick.

You hum around him, trying to nod to answer him, but the hand on the back of your head will not allow it. The added vibrations on his dick have him chasing the pleasure.

“Keep doing that,” Mattias groans. “Let me feel you moan, baby.”

The floodgates open, Mattias’ permission and Jack’s talented fingers pulling noise after noise from your body. You grip Jack’s fingers, rolling your hips as best you can while struggling to fit Mattias’ length in your mouth. You’re gagging as you breathe, which leaves your noises choked and beautiful when they fall on Mattias’ ears.

You’re just about to come, just about to wash Jack’s fingers with your slick, when Mattias’ seed spills down the back of your throat and all your focus shifts to lapping it up and swallowing it. Irrationally, you can feel his hot cum sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach, filling you up in your second-favorite way.

“Pull out,” Mattias commands, grinding his teeth as you continue to worship his cock. You ignore him because you know his words aren’t directed at you. “Jack. Pull out. You lost.”

“I want to make her come,” Jack insists, talking back to Mattias in a tone that has you writhing with discomfort.

“Pull out,” Mattias repeats, voice dark. “Or you’re never touching her again.”

Jack stills inside you.

“I mean it,” Mattias continues. “Pull out or I will make sure that you never touch her again.”

Jack draws his fingers out, speechless as Mattias monitors his movements. You watch as Mattias nods, the only sign of his approval, expression stony. He draws you up, kissing your forehead with his eyes still fixed on Jack’s. It’s a fuck you, once again flaunting his dominance over Jack. Mattias makes his way out from behind you, standing from the bed and grabbing you by your ankles to tug you to the edge of the bed.

He bends you over, glowering at the smaller boy who is watching his every move. He pushes your face into the mattress roughly, then releases you. You clench at the bedsheets. Mattias kicks your legs apart, dropping a loud slap onto the globes of your ass as he glares at Jack.

Then, he points to the headboard, far away from where you lay. You can just barely see his finger when you look up, eyes straining to catch him in your peripheral vision. “You, there,” Mattias orders. To you, he says, “You. Stay.”

You wouldn’t even dare disobey him as his warmth leaves the area behind you. Your skin still stings from his spank, your legs a little shaky from being so close to orgasm and having it ripped away. You feel like you could set off at any moment, only seconds from bursting.

You can hear Mattias moving, opening his closet and rifling through something. A thrill shoots up your spine, praying that he’s searching for what you think he’s searching for– a shoebox filled with condoms, ones that you stopped using ages ago, and your spare vibrator that Mattias took as his own.

It won’t be the first time he’s used it on you, but the fact that Jack will be watching– oh, this will be quick.

Mattias returns, silently, and you feel a bit like prey drinking from a watering hole with a lion stalking you. His hand finds you, smoothing over your skin. The other holds the silicon toy against your skin, tapping you. He slides his fingers down to dip into your cunt, testing how open you are. He hums and you can’t see him, but you can see Jack.

You can see how Jack pales, how his dick twitches in his underwear when Mattias draws his fingers out and hums as he slurps at the slick gathered on his digits.

“Mm,” Mattias says. “So sweet.”

Jack rolls his head to the side with a slight frown on his face, pleading with his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Mattias chastises. “Take your punishment like a good boy.”

That makes you moan, hearing Mattias speak to Jack the same way that he speaks to you. It makes him chuckle and tap your hip. You lift up, baring yourself, and Mattias fills you with the toy before he turns it on. It buzzes to life and prompts a quiet yelp before you bury your face into the mattress.

Mattias places his hand on the edge of the toy and starts to move it inside of you. The vibrating tip buzzes in increments inside of you, out of time with Mattias’ manual thrusts in another sensation that has you unsure if you should lean into it or try to escape it. The small ridge that slides over your clit buzzes constantly– inclining you to lean into the toy.

Your hips rise and fall in wonky little circles, trying to meet Mattias’ movements as they go, but you’re always half a second behind.

“Ti,” You plead, begging for more contact.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes flicker between your hole and Jack’s frozen expression. He licks his lips as the bright toy disappears into you as you writhe. He tilts his head when he catches Jack’s hand palming his own cock.

Mattias considers it, then speaks. “Wanna hear me talk Twosey off, baby?” He asks you. “Will that get you far enough?”

“Ti,” you repeat, shaking underneath him. Your voice breaks a little as your body jerks.

“One more, Y/N,” Mattias encourages, his hand pumping between your legs consistently. “One more, he repeats, drawing the word out like the words can draw the orgasm out of you on their own. “Need you to give me something pretty for Jack to look at while he milks himself dry.”

Mattias smiles at the boy, devilish. Jack gulps, swallowing hard.

“Let me see it,” Mattias urges. “Show me how hard my girl makes you. Show me how bad you wanted this, even though it’s mine.”

You cry out under Mattias, stomping against the ground. You need him to stop talking like this because you swear you could die right in this moment.

Jack feels similarly, whimpering and inching his underpants down his thighs. He’s got a hand on his cock, squeezing the base to hold off. He can’t seem to decide where to look– at you or at Mattias– at the way Mattias’ hands flex when he pushes the toy into you or at the way your eyes gaze at Jack with pure admiration.

“Maybe give my girl something pretty to look at, Jack,” Mattias suggests. “Maybe that’s what’ll send her over the edge.”

“Fuck–” Jack curses, his head falling back when he slides his thumb over his tip.

The dynamic seems to fit into place immediately. Whereas Jack assumed it would be like a love triangle, with him and Mattias vying for your attention, he realizes now that you’re all vying for each others’ attention.

He looks at Mattias, Mattias looks at you, and you look at Jack. It reverses and turns on its head and pulses like a 3D movie without glasses. He’s so overwhelmed that he feels like he’s seeing shapes as he comes all over his hand, unable to handle the stimulation.

Mattias chuckles, proud of himself, and refocuses on your body and the toy inside you. He switches to the next setting, a quick and never ending buzz inside of you. You fuck back on the toy desperately, finally catching his rhythm. You can’t take any more denial and you stammer out a high-pitched warning to Mattias.

He leans forward and presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder.

You come, hard. Your vision goes white and starry with the orgasm.

Mattias walks you through it, murmuring softly as he grounds you with his sweet kisses on your skin. “Go get a towel, Jack,” Mattias mutters, reaching up to pat the boy’s ankle in a sign of invitation. “Come help me clean her up. Then we can go to bed, and we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“We– we don’t have to talk about it,” Jack stammers, afraid of what that means. He can’t risk not being invited back into this bed now that he’s had a taste.

“Don’t worry.” Mattias reaches over and squeezes Jack’s cheeks between his fingers, giving his head a little shake. “We’re going to do this again, Twos. You did really good.”

Jack lets out a sigh of relief and goes to grab a towel from down the hall, leaving you and Mattias alone.

He kisses your eyelids, which are drifting closed as you come back completely. “So good, Ti,” you echo. “Perfect.”

Mattias chuckles, kissing your lips sweetly. “Anything for my girl.”

notes: first threesome in the books! also it's my sister's bday. hi sister. i hope she never reads this. also also: stg chapter 6 will be my next release (hopefully!) so i'll see y'all then <3

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whydoyoucare866 · 1 year ago

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Moonlight

PAIRINGS:

Titans!Jason todd x reader

SUMMARY:

Bruce has taken in Jason Todd as his youngest son and the new robin some months ago, Bruce’s goddaughter also came back to Gotham after being away for a year.

Some months after meeting Jason she starts a friends with benefits relationship with him, suddenly Jason has to move to the Titans tower and two weeks later Bruce sends her too, but, why is Jason ignoring her and acting like he doesn’t know her and why does it get worse when Rose Wilson arrives to the tower??

A/N: in this story Dick and Jason will not have such a big age gap as they do in the show, Dick will be 23 while Jason will be 19, but for the sake of the plot it will, also ignore that there’s already a dc character called moonlight, also the powers I made up for her make no sense at all but we’ll have to deal with it.

TWS: slow burn, angst, blood, canon violence, mentions of death, anxiety, jealousy, friends to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers?, maybe death of a main character (haven’t decided yet) change of plot

Keep in mind that English is not my first language, I also know nothing about guns, human anatomy or fighting in the language so I'm sorry if I make a lot of mistakes

Story Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Superman by Eminem was playing as the car Bruce sent to get you from the airport approached the gothic styled manor you hadn't seen in a year or so, the way everything looked the same brought you a sense of comfort, you knew Dick wasn’t Robin anymore, you were really close to Dick and he had told you all about how Bruce was a bad father and how he didn’t want to become him, you understood him, although you couldn’t help but feel bad for Bruce, you knew he was trying his best and he may not have been the best father, but he was a great godfather, it probably was because he wasn’t 100% responsible of you, he didn’t have to teach you about emotions, life, problems, or shit like that, he just had to spoil you and talk to you, so it was probably easier for him.

As you grew closer to the manor you noticed that Bruce and Alfred were already waiting for you by the door with some guy, he looked a little bit younger than you, but not too much, you couldn’t see him very well from the distance, but he seemed to be in casual clothes so you assumed he lived here, he was probably another stray that Bruce took in after Dick left so you paid it no mind. Eventually you arrived to the mansion and you could cry, it had been a year since you had last seen Bruce and Alfred, it had been a year since your dad had died, he was the only parent you ever knew, your mom wasn’t a deadbeat who abandoned you or anything like that, but she wasn’t “normal” she had special abilities (which you also have) that you didn’t know were special until you showed them to a boy in kindergarten and made him cry out of fear, at that moment you didn’t get why the boy had cried when you just tried to show him how your hands could glow, you then got a long talk from your mom about how most people don’t have the same abilities as you, therefore you have to keep them a secret, otherwise people would be scared or even worse it would put you at risk because there were bad people who wanted those abilities for themselves. You learned to take the talk seriously when your mom got killed by some scientist who wanted to have her powers and it was all thanks to not hiding them too well, leaving your dad and yourself on your own.

The sound of the car’s door opening pulled you out of your thoughts, and you immediately started getting off the car, you started walking towards the entrance of the Manor and all of the memories came flooding back making you emotional, you approached Bruce and just crashed into him with a hug, he became stiff, but he tried to comfort you as you cried in his arms, you hadn’t seen him ever since your dad had died, you had ran away from your problems and went to Europe for a year thinking it would help, but it didn’t, you were completely alone at Europe, at least here in Gotham you had Bruce and Dick and Alfred, you weren’t completely alone, but over there you were, and it just made you realize how much you missed and appreciated them.

When you calmed down, you moved on to Alfred who looked just as neat as always and also hugged him tight, after all Alfred reminded you of a loving grandfather and always gave you comfort, Alfred pulled away and excused himself to bake your favorite desserts, just like he always did whenever you were sad, it all felt so familiar that you felt comfort for the first time in a year. After hugging Bruce and Alfred and breaking down you realized there was still a boy who probably didn’t know who you were and had to witness you being a mess as his first impression of you, poor boy probably would be really uncomfortable after seeing a stranger come into his house and break down while he just stood there, the thought of it made you feel embarrassed making the atmosphere really awkward as you just stood staring at each other not knowing what to do, or say, Bruce took on the tense atmosphere and started introducing you to each other in hopes that the tension would fade away. You learned that his name was Jason Todd and he had just gotten taken in a year ago, some months after you left for Europe, Bruce also told you about how he found him and how he was now the new Robin, Jason have you a short nod as his way of saying hi and then Bruce started telling him about you, he told Jason about your abilities and how you were the vigilante known as moonlight which made Jason look excited, Bruce seeing Jason’s reaction told you how he was a fan of Robin and Moonlight and it sparked a bit of pride inside of you, but then made you feel embarrassed as you realized you had probably disappointed the boy by showing him how weak you actually were.

After the introductions finished, Alfred came out telling you all to get inside and to let you go to your room and accommodate, which you thanked him, You loved Bruce and Jason seemed nice, but you were exhausted after flying and you just wanted to get some rest, Alfred guided you to your room as if you hadn’t bern there a thousand times and insisted on carrying your luggage for you even though you said you could handle it.

“Here we are Miss (Y/N), you already know where Master Bruce’s and my rooms are in case you need anything, and if you ever need Master Jason his room is the one that’s right in front of yours in Master Dick’s old room .”

You thanked Alfred who excused himself and went to the kitchen and you decided you were too tired to unpack and that you would do it tomorrow, so you took the book you were reading and your headphones out of your bag and laid down to read a bit, you were really tired and after some pages your eyes started to get really heavy and you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.

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narcjsistx · 3 months ago

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Hello!! Can I plz request Kanto! Mikey x reader where he meets her for the first time and becomes obssed with her? Like maybe the reader accidentally stumbled across their meeting area whilst walking home and some of his members tried to scare her off but she just beat them up and then looks at Mikey with boredom and is like "keep your dogs in place" before walking off home and things can go from there. It's ok if no tho! :)

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— A normal day

I remember few about that day. I have vague memories of seeing my subordinates get in line, something routine, of no importance except for the fact that I wasn't the one doing it that time. Among the fog of hazy memories of that day 2 years ago there is something that emerges clearly, like a snapshot that I can't forget: her gaze

I had no idea who you were or why you were there. I had never cared about knowing people, their names or their faces, I barely remembered those of my most trusted managers. Yet, the way you looked at me, that mixture of calm and determination, struck me. It was unlike anything I'd felt in a long, long time. For a period that I couldn't even quantify, I felt empty, almost insensitive to everything. But in that instant, something was different

I can't say what it was exactly, but I know I felt something move inside me, something I thought was now lost. It was as if your gaze had touched a deep point, awakening a part of me that I had buried. It wasn't fear or curiosity. Maybe it was a feeling, something I couldn't define but which made me feel a sort of warmth. There, in that moment, I realized that there was still something in me, something that he could still feel

I remember clearly how that moment changed everything. It was like a spark that lit something new inside me. After a long time of feeling nothing, of being numb to the world around me, her look made me feel something different. And from there, a fixed thought was born, a desire that I could no longer chase away. I didn't know who that girl was, or what her name was. I had no idea what she did, what her world was. But none of this mattered to me. What struck me, what haunted me, was the sensation she made me feel. I was convinced that if she had managed to spark something in me, it had to be important, someone useful and interesting in my life

I started looking for her relentlessly. I found myself thinking about her all the time, wondering where she was, what she was doing. I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I was certain that finding it would be the key to understanding more about myself, to awaken that part of me that I thought was dead. My research became an obsession, a mission I couldn't escape. I was determined to find her because I knew that somehow she had the power to change something inside me, to give me a new direction. It had to be mine, or at least I had to find out who she really was

A few months later I found it. It wasn't easy, but I finally managed to find out who she was: I learned that she was a student at a school attended by Kokonoi. That detail was the key that allowed me to get close to her without arousing suspicion. I didn't want her to know how hard I'd worked to track her down; I wanted everything to appear casual, natural. So, I planned each meeting down to the smallest detail. I created fake situations, occasions where it seemed like we were in the same place by pure chance. I made sure to meet her in the school corridors, in nearby bars or at some party organized by mutual acquaintances. Each time, I introduced myself as if it were just a coincidence

We started talking, exchanging a few words at first, nothing too demanding. But those brief conversations were enough to start building a bond, or at least to make her believe that our relationship was happening spontaneously. Every step I took was calculated, every gesture aimed at making her closer to me, without her suspecting me in the slightest, that boy she had looked at with such a grim gaze but who had made me fall irreparably in love. I was increasingly convinced that there was something special about her, something that made me want her in my life

"What color then?" you say in your usual high-pitched voice, while looking at your miniskirt in front of the mirror. All the boys stop talking while I turn boredly towards you, looking at you with the usual attention. Pink suits you "Pink is better, babe" I say waving at you. Only when I stopped talking to you do the Haitans come back to talk about the main topic

In the end, after less than six months, she declared herself. Everything went exactly according to my plan, as I had planned from the beginning. Every move, every word, every false encounter had led to this moment. And when she finally told me how she felt, I wasn't surprised. It was exactly what I expected.I t was normal to find you at meetings, sitting on my lap or lost in your thoughts, focused on something else while I talked to my men. No one dared say anything against you, nor questioned your presence. You had now gained a sort of silent respect, or maybe it was just fear: they knew you were important to me. You had discovered about Kantou anonymously, reconnecting by a pure act of coincidence that meeting of ours in which those bastards had annoyed you

Oh yes love, just coincidence. I definitely didn't look for you assiduously for months and months just because you made me feel something just by looking at me for less than 10 seconds. Pure and simple... randomness, absolutely

"The black one doesn't look bad on me either!" you say putting your black skirt over your pink one. The room becomes silent again, a gesture that ultimately amuses me. I get up slowly, arriving behind you; my hands end up on your hips, stroking them in the way that I know gives you shivers "You could wear a shit-colored one and still be the most beautiful girl in the world. I'll finish with the boys, wait for me upstairs ok?" I say, and without making any gestures I see you nod and then go up the stairs to my apartment

The meeting then continues peacefully for another half hour. The boys leave in a hurry and as soon as I turn around I find you sitting on the last step "Since when have you been there, babe?" I say going back to the big sofa, taking the heavy Kantou jacket off my shoulders "Since everyone left. I was waiting for you" you say getting up. I feel a slight pressure as I see you sit on my lap "You always spend a lot of time in meetings and give me few ttention" you say, and I involuntarily I giggle at your words "You're just very needy" I say running my hand up and down your entire back

This was just one of the typical moments of our days. You need attention like a puppy and I'm happy to give it to you. I don't know the difference between love and obsession, for me they are the same thing until you decide you have enough of me; and so things go and will go, according to my plan drawn up to become and stay your other half

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blog-moved-lol · 7 months ago

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The Favorite Child

(This is not an OG concept, it's very much inspired 👍)

Dick knew that he wasn't the favorite child. Maybe he had been once, a long time ago, but he saw the way Bruce had lightened the moment he met Jason. The kid might've stolen his tires, thrown a tire iron at him, and called him a 'Big boob' the first time they met, but Bruce had just simply laughed and brushed it off. Plus at the end of it, he still had the kindness to send Jason to a respectable, expensive school to get him off the streets, and when it was revealed that the school was teaching these kids to be criminals Bruce had immediately gone to get Jason away from all of the corruption. Even as Jason grew and it became apparent that he was troubled, reckless, and sometimes even violent because of his past, Bruce had still tried his best to be patient and understanding to the boy. Dick had seen first hand the way that Jason's death had affected Bruce, the overwhelming and unending feelings of grief at losing another person who was close to him, and the guilt at not saving him, not being there to protect the one person he wanted to protect the most. He had watched Bruce retreat into himself, and even Alfred had defeatedly said that Bruce was acting just as he did when he lost his parents, all of those years of progress growing and healing from his traumas thrown to the wind because of a crazed man and a crowbar. Yes, Dick knew the truth. Jason was definitely the favorite child.

Jason knew he wasn't the favorite child. When he was Robin he had known it to be Dick, and after his resurrection he had thought it was his Replacement, though when the new little shit had shown up it became blatantly obvious to him that the favorite child was Damian. Of course it was, he was Bruce's biological son after all, why wouldn't he be the favorite? The kid might be an ankle-biter who swings around a sword, a trained assassin with blood splattered across his hands, but Bruce just pats his head, gives him a hug, and lets him keep filling the cave with various animals like Bat-Cow. Despite this kid clearly having the ability to kill without remorse, just like Jason himself nowadays, Bruce still wants to baby and coddle him as if he isn't the least deserving of being coddled. This kid is a trained assassin, he had been long before Bruce ever knew he existed, while the other Bat-Kids were just that when they met him. Kids. Regular, run of the mill kids. (Well, 'Regular' might not cut it what with Dick being a circus acrobat and Tim having some strange stalking tendencies. If anything Jason himself was the most normal back then, but you get the point..) And yet the tiny killer, who acts cold and unfeeling with his flashy words and hard stare, gets coddled far more then the others (at least in Jason's eyes) who were once small, sensitive, defenseless children who looked up to Batman as their saviour. Their everything. Yes, Jason is painfully aware of who the favorite is. It's Damian, no doubt about it.

Tim knew he wasn't the favorite child. He was the observant one after all, even before he started his training he had watched Bruce, followed his patrol routes each night to take photos of him, hidden in the shadows as he fought, constantly studied the hero he idolized.. From the beginning he saw the chemistry between Batman and his first sidekick, the way young Dick had stuck so close to Bruce's side through all of the battles, the graceful and fluid way in which they worked together as if they had been doing it for years, and on some nights when he was feeling bold he even got close enough to hear their banter and jokes. Perched behind the dumpsters in an alleyway, camera in hand, he listened each night as the two casually talked about eating dinner when they got home, about watching movies together in the in-house theater, about spending the holidays by each others side. They were so close that the young detective could practically see the bond holding them together, and when he moved into Wayne Manor it became even more obvious. The way that Dick had helped Bruce through Jason's death. The way that Dick would always come to Bruce's rescue, as quickly as possible, no matter what. The way that Dick is still so close to Bruce even today. Yes, of course Tim knows who the favorite is. It's obviously Dick.

Damian knew he wasn't the favorite child. Overall he didn't really care, he had no interest in being the object of his father's affection, but the fact that his father had chosen his rival as his pride and joy annoyed him to no end. If it had been Richard he might've understood, or even Todd would've been better, but his father so blatantly showed that Drake was the one he adored the most and the young assassin found it infuriating. Everyone was constantly praising Drake, saying that he was 'Sooooo smart', 'Soooooo bright', 'Sooooo cunning'. Damian tallied each time he heard Bruce compliment the nuisance, and for every kind word that was spoken, he gave his katana another strike against the sharpening stone. It wasn't just Bruce, all sorts of people kept complimenting Drake for his many 'achievements', and it made a deep seated rage boil within him every single time. He was always determined to one up Drake, he had to. He has to prove that he's superior, he's the better Robin, he's the smart one, he's the most skilled. But.. He really doesn't care about being his father's favorite. Not.. Not at all.. Yes, Damian knows which of the children his father cares for the most. It's clearly Drake.

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youngsadlesbian · 4 months ago

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SIRIUS GIRL — marlene mckinnon.

pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader

summary: marlene mckinnon was the love of your life. but sometimes, lovers do not end up together.

a/n: i think it's the most angst and miserable thing i've ever written in my life, i'm sorry 🥹 i got carried away a bit and added more things than i would have liked, so in the end, this story was more about harry x reader than marlene x reader in a way. i didn't have much time to revise the story, so as english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes. hope u like it!

word count: 7,1k

warnings: angst, everyone dies cause jk rowling hates every single character, so many sadness and death and reader being a worried mom <3

Marlene McKinnon was the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts. It was not known for sure if it was because of her brown eyes that contrasted so well with her fair skin, or because of her blonde hair that had a unique cut that only suited her.

But she was Sirius's girl, your best friend since your first day at Hogwarts.

Your passion for Marlene was immediate. You clearly remembered watching her from the Gryffindor table, her striking figure appearing calm as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. When you found out she was going to be your housemate for seven years, you knew it was her.

But you never had the courage to confess your passion. In fact, you didn't communicate much with her because you was always a complete mess when tried. No one noticed because you always knew how to disguise it very well.

Your years at Hogwarts were incredible. Your friendship with Sirius grew every year. You became friends with the Marauders and also an animagus, to help Remus with his transformations.

You were a beautiful black cat, nicknamed Kitty. Normally, you would lie in wait and run through the secret passages with Peter if something went wrong, to warn Dumbledore. It was a perfect disguise; Hogwarts was full of cats.

Just like your friendship with the Marauders, you've found someone just as amazing as Sirius: Lily Evans. You had known each other for years, sharing a dorm and studying together at times. But never to the point where have a connection. It was sudden and one of the best things that happened to you. Lily was smart, selfless and sensitive.

In your seventh year, everything changed when Sirius and Marlene suddenly started dating. You always knew how to hide your feelings well because you were very shy, but for the first time, Sirius noticed that your smile wasn't as sincere as it used to be.

"Hey, Kitty. Is everything okay?" Sirius asked one night after Quidditch practice. You were watching Marlene and Sirius laughing together from afar, your heart aching with every look.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Padfoot. I just have a lot on my mind with the exams and everything," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Sirius didn't look convinced, but he didn't insist. "Okay, but you know you can talk to me, right?"

You nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course, thank you, Padfoot."

Months passed, and you continued to hide your feelings, maintaining a brave facade while inside, your heart ached every time you saw Marlene and Sirius together. You buried yourself in your studies trying to distract yourself from the pain.

It didn't take long to realize that maybe finding someone to spend time with would be a good distraction. This is how your relationship with Emmeline Vance, a Ravenclaw student, began. Both with different reasons; she because she wanted a distraction from the pressure of school and parents, and you, because she wanted something to ease the pain.

Remus was the only one who didn't seem very happy when he found out about your relationship and at the time you didn't understand. But Remus always knew that you loved Marlene, even if in your head it was a secret to everyone.

Until your graduation, you were forced to create a facade that only disappeared in front of Emmeline, a witch smart enough to discover the truth. You spent countless nights lying in the astronomy tower, looking at the stars, you being comforted by Emmeline while you saw Sirius and Marlene in the distance returning from some walk.

You would feel more alone and miserable if it weren't for the constant presence of Remus, Lily and Emmeline, who wouldn't leave you alone for a single minute.

One of the happiest moments of your life, besides witnessing Lily and James' wedding, was being invited to be Harry's godmother months later.

It was a common visit to the Potter's house, where you would always bring a cake and Lily would prepare tea. It was colder than usual, so you wore something heavier and took off your coat as soon as the house felt cozy and warm, settling down on the couch next to Lily. "I've been talking to James and we've decided that there's no better person to be Harry's godmother than you. Of course, if you accept." You hugged Lily tightly and couldn't hold back your tears.

"Of course I do! That's amazing." Lowering yourself until you were at Lily's belly, you placed your mouth close and got a laugh from the witch. "Hey little Potter, I promise I'll be the best godmother in the world."

You needed to stay away from them as soon as the prophecy was revealed, as you were actively a member of the Order of the Phoenix and were not supposed to know where they were to avoid magic being used on you in case there was a confrontation and they discovered the Potters' location. You got some owls from Lily where she told you about smart little Harry and how he had your eyes and looked a lot like his dad.

Then, one afternoon in 1981, everything changed. You remembered sitting on the couch finishing reading Dorian Gray when a noise at the window scared you. It was Luna, Remus's owl. Luna was large, with an impressive wingspan that highlighted her majestic presence. Her plumage was mostly white, with scattered black markings that provided an elegant contrast, and she had expressive yellow eyes, reflecting a serene wisdom and keen perception, just like her owner. In Luna's beak there was a letter addressed to you, and due to the rush in writing you feared the worst.

But nothing would prepare you for Remus' words.

Kitty,

I hope this letter finds you well, despite the difficult circumstances that surround us. It is with a heavy heart that I write to inform you of terrible news. Marlene McKinnon and her entire family were brutally murdered by Death Eaters. Their loss is a devastating blow to us all and a painful reminder of the cruelty we have faced.

I need to speak to you urgently. There are important issues that we must discuss in person. Please meet me at the Hog's Head, I'm waiting for you. The situation is serious and your support is crucial at this time.

With regret and hope to see you soon,

Remus Lupin

No. You couldn't believe it.

You rushed out of your house, the shock and pain giving you frantic energy. You apparated straight to Hogsmeade and ran towards the Hog's Head. As entered the pub, the dark, smoky atmosphere barely registered in your mind; Your eyes searched for Remus, and he was there, sitting in the corner, with an expression of deep sadness.

“Remus,” you whispered, almost out of breath. He looked up and, upon seeing your devastated expression, immediately stood up to wrap you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, Kitty. I'm so sorry," he repeated, his voice hoarse with emotion.

You clung to him, the crying finally breaking through the barriers. "I...I can't believe it. Marlene... Her whole family... why?"

Remus sighed, rubbing your back comfortingly. "The Death Eaters are getting bolder and bolder. They are attacking anyone they see as a threat. Marlene was a strong and brave witch, as you know. She fought to the end, but... it wasn't enough."

You sobbed into Remus' shoulder, his every word digging into your heart like a blade. "She deserved so much more... they all did."

He continued to hold you, letting you cry, offering the silent comfort of his presence. After a while, he spoke again, his voice low and full of regret. "I knew this would be difficult for you. Marlene meant a lot to all of us, but especially to you."

You nodded, unable to speak, the weight of the loss crushing your chest. Remus stood there, unwavering, his invaluable support in this moment of pain.

Days passed in a whirlwind of sadness and grief. You could barely function, the loss of Marlene still fresh and painful. But then, the news that would come next would rock his world even more.

You were sitting at the small table in your kitchen, trying to drink some tea that Remus had insisted on making for you, when an owl brought another letter. This time, from Dumbledore.

With shaking hands, you opened the letter and read the words with dawning horror. Lily and James Potter were dead, handed over to a terrible fate by Sirius Black. And Harry, your godson, was now an orphan and you figured he would stay with the Dursleys.

Feeling a growing desperation, you hurried to get dressed and apparated to Little Whinging, Surrey. Finding Dumbledore before he left Harry with the Dursleys was his only priority now.

Arriving in the quiet neighborhood, you saw Dumbledore standing on the sidewalk, holding a small package of blankets with Harry inside. He looked surprised as you approached, your breathing quickening with panic and excitement.

“Dumbledore, please,” you began, voice shaky. "Don't leave Harry with the Dursleys. Let me have him. He's my godson, and… I need to look after him."

Dumbledore looked at you with a sad and compassionate look. "I understand your wish, my dear, but Harry will be safe here with the Dursleys. There are ancient protections that can only be activated by blood. He will be safe here, even if it is not the most loving place."

“But… they won’t love him like I do,” you argued, tears streaming down your face. "He needs love, support, not just security."

Dumbledore sighed deeply, considering his words. He looked at little Harry in his arms, then at you. "Do you understand the magnitude of what you are asking? Caring for Harry will be an arduous and dangerous task. He needs someone who can protect him and guide him with love and wisdom."

“I understand,” you replied firmly, though your voice shook. "I promise I will look after him, protect him with my life. Please, Dumbledore, let me be that person for him."

Dumbledore studied you for a long moment before slowly nodding. "Very well. I see the sincerity in your eyes. Harry will need love and protection, and if you are willing to offer that, then he will stay with you."

He handed Harry to you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of relief and concern. "Take good care of him. He is our future."

You held Harry tenderly, feeling the weight of responsibility and love grow in your heart. "I promise I will look after him, Dumbledore. With all my heart."

As Dumbledore disappeared into the darkness of the night, you looked down at little Harry in your arms, feeling a renewed determination. You would honor Lily and James' memory.

\-/

Years passed, and Harry grew up in a home full of love and care. You dedicated yourself entirely to him, ensuring he had a happy and safe childhood. He was a happy, curious and lively child, always eager to explore the world around him.

You remembered the precious moments you spent together: the nights when he asked you to read stories about wizards and witches before bed, the sunny afternoons in the garden where he ran and played with an infectious laugh, and the birthday parties you had you organized it with so much care, always making a point of creating unforgettable memories.

When Harry was old enough to understand, you started telling him about his parents. You chose a quiet day, when he was sitting on your lap, his green eyes shining with curiosity.

“Harry, there is something very important I need to tell you,” you began, stroking his dark hair. "Your parents, Lily and James, were incredible people. They loved you more than anything in this world and made a huge sacrifice to protect you."

Harry's eyes widened, taking in every word. "What happened to them?" he asked, his voice soft and full of innocence.

“Your parents were killed by a very dangerous dark wizard called Voldemort,” you explained, the pain still fresh in your heart. "They died to protect you, Harry. But their love for you was so strong that it saved you."

Harry was silent for a moment, processing the information. Then, he looked at you with a surprising maturity for his age. "I lost a mother and a father," he said slowly, "but I gained another mother, didn't I?"

Your heart sank and your eyes filled with tears. You hugged Harry tightly, feeling a deep love for the brave boy. "Yes, Harry. And I will always be here for you."

When Harry turned eleven, a very special event happened. One morning, while you were having breakfast, an owl sat on the window with a letter in its beak. Harry ran to catch it, his eyes shining with excitement.

"It's from Hogwarts!" he exclaimed, opening the letter with shaking hands. "I've been accepted! I'm going to Hogwarts!"

You smiled, happiness radiating from you. "I knew this day would come. I'm so proud of you, Harry."

Preparing for Hogwarts was a time of great excitement. You took Harry to Diagon Alley to buy all his school supplies. You walked together through the magical streets, exploring each store with curiosity and wonder.

At the Owl Emporium, Harry chose a white owl named Hedwig, who immediately cuddled up to his arm, creating an instant bond. At Ollivander's, Harry was delighted to find the perfect wand for him, a magical experience he would never forget.

"This is amazing!" Harry exclaimed, looking around with wide eyes. "I didn't know a place like this existed."

You smiled, happy to share this experience with him. "The wizarding world is full of wonders, Harry. And you will discover so many incredible things at Hogwarts."

The night before Harry left for Hogwarts, you sat next to him on the bed, holding his hands. "Harry, you're starting a new adventure. Remember, your parents would be just as proud of you as I am. And no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

Harry smiled, eyes shining with excitement. "I know. Thank you for everything. I couldn't have asked for a better mother."

His words warmed your heart, and you hugged him tightly, feeling a deep gratitude for having Harry in your life. The next morning, you walked him to platform 9 ¾, helping him board the train to Hogwarts.

"Be brave, Harry. And enjoy every moment," you said, waving as the train pulled away.

Harry waved back, a beaming smile on his face. "I'll go! I'll see you on vacation!"

Harry's first four years at Hogwarts were marked by adventures, challenges and dangers that you could never have imagined when you decided to look after him. Every year, you were called to school because of some incident, each one more incredible and frightening than the last.

In his first year, Harry entered into a series of events that culminated in his fight against Voldemort. When Dumbledore sent a letter informing him that Harry had faced Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort's spirit, your heart almost stopped.

Arriving at the hospital wing, you found Harry lying in bed, surrounded by Ron and Hermione. His eyes lit up when he saw you.

"Mom! I'm fine, just a little tired," he said with a weak smile.

You hugged him tightly. "Little Potter, you always get into trouble, don't you?"

He laughed, but there was a weariness in his eyes. "It was scary, but we won."

During the summer holidays, you made sure to provide Harry with moments of peace and happiness. You spent sunny days walking in the park, reading together and exploring Diagon Alley. One night, while you were watching a muggle movie, you made a joke, "Harry, if you keep this up, I'm going to be too old to deal with your adventures before I'm fifty."

He laughed and replied, "Sorry, Mom. I promise to try to stay out of trouble...if trouble stays out of me."

In the second year, the events surrounding the Chamber of Secrets were even scarier. When you received Dumbledore's letter about Harry's situation and the petrified students, you flew to Hogwarts.

In the hospital wing, you found Harry once again, with Ron and Hermione at his side.

"Harry, honey, are you okay?" You asked, trying to hold back the tears.

Harry nodded, looking a little shaken. "I'm fine, Mom. It was a giant snake that time."

You shook your head in disbelief. "A giant snake? And here I am, thinking things couldn't get any crazier."

Over the holidays, the two of you took a trip to the countryside, far from any magical threats. Walked along trails, had picnics and spent nights watching the stars. Harry loved the tranquility, and you made another joke to lighten the mood: "Harry, if we ever bring a giant snake home, I'm going to have to rethink our decor."

Third year brought the reappearance of Sirius Black, your former best friend and supposed dangerous assassin. You were called to Hogwarts when Harry fainted after the Dementor attack.

You found Harry in the hospital wing, with Ron and Hermione once again at his side.

"Honey, are you okay? Those Dementors are terrible," you said, hugging him.

Harry smiled, although he looked a little pale. "Yes, it was...intense. But I'm fine now."

During your vacation, you visited the coast, spending days at the beach and nights telling stories under the stars. Harry, always curious about Sirius, loved hearing his stories about him. And you, with your usual humor, said, "If we ever bring home a Dementor, I think I'm going to need more hot chocolate."

The fourth year was by far the scariest. The Triwizard Tournament placed Harry in extremely dangerous situations. You were called after the final event, where Harry had faced Voldemort and witnessed the death of Cedric Diggory.

In the hospital wing, Harry was more dejected than ever, with Ron and Hermione by his side.

"Harry, my dear, I can't believe you went through this," you said, holding his hand.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness. "It was horrible, Mom. Cedric...he died."

You hugged him, feeling your heart break for him. "We'll get through this together, Harry. You're incredibly strong."

During the holidays, you did everything you could to provide Harry with moments of joy and distraction. Took a trip to France, where you visited the Eiffel Tower and explored the local magic. Harry loved the adventure, but you realized he carried a heavier weight in his heart. Trying to ease the tension, you joked, "If we continue these adventures, I'm going to need a break from our vacation."

With Voldemort's return, it was extremely dangerous to remain in the same place, as it was widely known that Harry Potter had been in your care since the death of his parents. The Order of the Phoenix decided that the best option would be to move you to the Black home in Grimmauld Place to ensure your safety.

You had the joy of meeting old friends. Remus Lupin was a figure you hadn't seen in about two years, not since he had been Harry's teacher at Hogwarts. Even before that, there was already a certain distance between you two.

Emmeline Vance was also present, making the meeting somewhat awkward given the circumstances of your relationship at Hogwarts. You discovered that she hadn't married or started a family, her priority being her career as an Auror.

Then, the most awaited meeting took place. When the members of the Order ensured your safety inside the house, the first person to welcome you was Sirius Black. He still looked like that best friend with long black hair that drove girls crazy, with the same crooked and charming smile that used to irritate you as a teenager. You still hadn't spoken since it was revealed that he had been wrongfully imprisoned in Azkaban.

Sirius couldn't contain the urge to hug you as if his life depended on it. "Kitty, you don't know how much I missed you." You felt like a teenager again, coming back from vacation, seeing your best friend and ready to tell him all the news possible. "Oh, your girl is here."

Sirius loved to embarrass you in front of others, something remarkable in your friendship and apparently unchanged, even now, as adults.

Harry made a confused expression. "What girl?"

Sirius smiled that smile that always preceded a funny comment. "Vance and your godmother used to be girlfriends at Hogwarts." You pinched Sirius. "I'm being mistreated for telling the truth. Things don't change."

You spent hours in the kitchen with the Weasleys, reminiscing about old times, with Sirius always making a point of telling your biggest shames. Harry seemed to love this dynamic, it was different hearing about your closeness with Sirius and seeing how, despite the distance, things hadn't become awkward between you.

At some point in the night, only you and Sirius were awake in the house. You prepared tea while he, sitting at the table, watched you carefully. To Sirius, you hadn't changed much. Except for the haircut and the tired expression, you were still Kitty, his best friend. But now Sirius saw you with different eyes because he knew the truth.

You poured the tea and sat down facing him. Silence prevailed for a few minutes until Sirius finally revealed what was tormenting his thoughts. "Remus told me everything." You avoided reacting, even though you knew he was referring to that shocking secret. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

You took a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of your pocket, offering one to Sirius. It took a while for your eyes to stop observing a specific point in the room and for your mouth to move. "I didn't want to take any more good things out of your life, Padfoot." You started, puffing on your cigarette as if it would give you some courage. "You had already lost so much, suffered so much... What kind of friend would I be?"

Sirius was silent, absorbing the depth of your words. He always knew about your terrible habit of trying to be everything to everyone, forgetting that you also deserved good things. He held your hand, squeezing gently.

"I wouldn't have started anything with Marlene if I'd known that. Mainly because it wasn't anything serious, you know?" A sad smile graced Sirius' lips. "And Marlene had told me she liked you a long time ago. So she couldn't promise me anything other than what we had."

The revelation broke you. You felt so stupid knowing that you could have had your happy ending with the girl you loved, but you were too stupid not to reveal your feelings. There was no greater regret for a human being than not having done something. You knew it would haunt you forever.

It didn't take long for Harry to return to Hogwarts, but this time, things weren't so easy. The Ministry of Magic was unyielding in its mission to tarnish the image of Harry and Dumbledore in the wizarding world. His efforts reached Hogwarts, including Dolores Umbridge on the faculty, hampering your attempt to observe Harry from afar.

After they removed Dumbledore as headmaster, things became even more difficult. Harry didn't tell you much about the events and now there was no longer a reliable informant. Your daily worry caused a growing despair in stomach, appeased without much success by the members of the Order.

Then the fateful day arrived. The Order received a message from Severus Snape. Despite his attempts, he hadn't had much success in teaching Harry how to prevent the Dark Lord from entering his mind. It was difficult for a sixteen year old boy to fight this, no matter how experienced and talented he was. The battle in the ministry was brutal. Years passed without you being in the presence of Death Eaters, and back then, you weren't used to fearing for your life.

But now you had enough reasons to fight. There were children to protect.

Your priority throughout the battle was protecting Harry, fighting alongside him and feeling tremendous pride. He was talented just like Lily.

Then Bellatrix Lestrange sealed Sirius Black's fate with a killing curse.

You shouldn't have knelt down and cried over the death of your first and best friend. You shouldn't have let your guard down. But you were human.

You couldn't see the moment Harry pulled away from you. You didn't even notice Lupin's arms hugging you. You only remembered Luna Lovegood's voice saying what broke you out of your grief spiral.

"The Dark Lord is with Harry. He needs you."

You've never run so fast in your life. Harry shouldn't be alone facing Voldemort, he was just a child thrown into a war that took everything from him.

Nothing in life prepared you for seeing Voldemort and Dumbledore duel. The headmaster protected Harry with all the spells he could while he cursed the Dark Lord. The wizards' distraction gave you enough time to approach Harry.

"Mommy's here, honey." You whispered to Harry. His green eyes were teary and you had to be strong for him once again.

Voldemort managed to escape, but on one hand you had a victory: The Ministry finally understood that he was back.

It was Harry's first vacation that you didn't go on. It wasn't safe. You spent part of the summer at Grimmauld Place, immersed in Sirius' memories. Harry often asked for more stories about his godfather, which you shared wholeheartedly.

Losing Sirius was something you never imagined. You still remembered meeting him on the train to Hogwarts, becoming friends just because you complimented his hair and especially hoping that you would stay in the same house. He had been your first friend. It wasn't like the muggle orphanage you were raised in had the friendliest children in the world.

Another move needed to be made. You and Harry would have to be moved once again, this time, to The Burrow. It was like old times, seeing practically every member of the Order gathered and ready for battle. You felt your heart heavy with the loss of friends who were no longer alive.

"Mom, are you okay?" You were startled by Harry's abrupt presence. He sat next to you on the couch. You shook your head. "I didn't want to leave home either."

"Home is where our hearts are. Mine is with you." You ruffled Harry's hair. "When this is all over, I'm going to take you to see Latin America. What do you think?"

Harry smiled. "Like Brazil? I heard they have a magic school there too."

"Especially Brazil. I'll take you to see every part of the planet and you'll never need to be afraid of anything again, okay? I promise."

Harry hugged you and you felt truly at home after a long time.

Before reaching your final destination, there were losses.

Moody. Hedwig.

Your heart broke at Harry's report; his owl had tried to protect him from a killing curse, just like his mother years before. You wanted so badly for your little boy to have some peace.

You feared for Harry to go to Hogwarts, being sure that something terrible would happen soon. It had been like that the first time; when Marlene and her family were murdered, when you were forced to watch the Dark Lord kill Dorcas Meadowes and couldn't do anything.

Days used to be like this too before the Potters died.

Dumbledore had been communicating a lot with you over the last few months, trying his best to let you know about the plans he had with Harry this school year. You made him promise that nothing would happen to him and Dumbledore told you something you would never forget.

"Your love for Harry won't be able to save him when the time comes, Y/N."

Practically throughout the year you were traveling back and forth, looking for important information for the Order. There was a risk of being caught but you were always very clever in using the polyjuice potion with the faces of people not so common in the wizarding world, with the intention of attracting as little attention as possible.

The day had started out strangely gray, just like all the worst days of your life. You tried to get everything ready because you knew you would have to run soon.

You wanted so badly to be wrong.

Minerva was the one who communicated with you. Dumbledore was dead. The hope of defeating the Dark Lord faded more and more with this information.

Bill and Fleur's wedding provided a brief moment of tranquility before the coming storm. During the party, you stayed close to Harry, trying to make sure he made the most of his time with his friends, without letting on the anxiety you all shared.

As you danced, there was a forced smile on Harry's lips, although his eyes showed underlying concern. "Thank you for being here," he whispered as you spun around the room.

“Always, Harry,” you replied, trying to convey a bit of comfort amidst the tension.

The tranquility was abruptly interrupted by Kingsley Shacklebolt's warning of the Death Eater invasion. In an instant, you were forced apart. Harry left with Ron and Hermione, while you apparated to the only place you thought was safe.

Ted Tonks' house.

It was the worst 9 months of your life, all the time avoiding leaving the mansion and counting on the company of the Tonks and Dean Thomas. Every day you listened to the Potter Observatory and hoped that the name of no one you knew and cared about would come up. Especially Harry's name.

It wasn't long before you, Ted and Dean were captured by some kidnappers and taken to the gloomy Malfoy mansion.

In the mansion, in addition to Draco and his parents, there were other prisoners, such as Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander and some Muggle-borns. The days passed slowly, filled with fear and uncertainty, each moment marked by constant vigilance and imminent threat.

And soon Harry, Ron and Hermione joined the group. You couldn't hide your relief when you saw that your little boy was okay.

"I was so worried." You mumbled as you hugged him like your life depended on it. "Don't ever walk away from me again, little Potter. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Hermione's agonized screams shattered the moment with an imminent tightening in her chest. You just hoped she would be okay.

It was only after an agonizing time that, by a stroke of luck, Dobby the house elf came up with an audacious plan to free all of you. With Dobby's help, you managed to escape the Malfoys, facing a brief and fierce confrontation before reaching freedom.

But Dobby perished. Harry once again lost someone he loved.

With your hearts still heavy from the loss of Dobby, you fled along the winding trails until you found temporary refuge. The adrenaline was still pumping strong, mixed with the silent mourning for the death of the elf who had sacrificed everything to save them.

The house where you took shelter was modest, but safe for now. Bill and Fleur, along with the others rescued, welcomed them with relief and concern visible on their faces.

"We're so grateful you managed to escape," Fleur said, offering hot tea as you settled around the small kitchen table.

Bill nodded grimly. "But we can't stay here for long. The Death Eaters won't give up easily."

The days that followed were one of meticulous planning and anxious waiting. You knew that you would soon have to part with Harry once again, remembering that there were things that only he could do. Together with Griphook the goblin, Harry and his friends planned their daring invasion of Gringotts.

"Are you sure it's safe?", you asked Harry, as he and Griphook discussed the details of the plan. "That sounds extremely dangerous."

"I know," Harry replied, eyes fixed on the map of Gringotts. "But it's something we need to do. It's the only way to find the horcruxes."

"Trust us," Hermione added, although concern was evident in her voice. "We took every possible precaution."

Two days later, the four left for their mission, leaving you with a mix of pride and apprehension. Determined to continue the fight in your own way, you decided to seek out Albefort Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's brother, for help.

With the help of a patronus sent by Kingsley Shacklebolt, you were able to communicate with Aberforth and arrange a meeting in Hogsmeade. Under spells that changed your face, you apparated to the agreed location, where Aberforth was waiting for you near the entrance to his tavern, the Hog's Head.

"Do you really think you can get into Hogwarts?" he asked, his eyes shining with curiosity mixed with concern.

“I have to try,” you replied, determined. "There are students there who need help. Plus, I need to find out any information that could be useful to Harry and the others."

Aberforth sighed but nodded. "Very well. I have a secret passage that leads straight to Hogwarts. Follow me."

He led you down a hallway hidden behind a painting in the tavern. Passing through the narrow, dank tunnel, you finally emerged inside Hogwarts, in the room of precision where Neville Longbottom was leading the student resistance.

"Neville!", you exclaimed, surprised to see the young wizard. "Are you okay?"

"We're resisting," Neville replied with a tired smile. "It's good to see you here. We need all the help we can get."

You spent the next few days helping to organize the resistance within Hogwarts, while searching for information that could be useful to Harry and the others. The school was different, darker and more oppressive under the rule of Snape and the Carrows, but the flame of resistance still burned in the hearts of the students.

One night, while discussing strategy with Neville and Luna, you received an urgent message from Aberforth. "Harry is coming back to Hogwarts. Get ready."

The moment you saw Harry enter the Hog's Head's secret passage, you ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"You're back.", you said, your voice shaking with relief. "I was so worried."

"I missed you, mom." Harry replied, returning the hug. "But we're here now, and we have a job to do."

With the meeting complete, the battle for Hogwarts began. You joined the other members of the Order of the Phoenix and the students to defend the school against the Death Eaters. Your experience and determination were crucial as organized the defense lines and coordinated the combat groups.

"All at your stations!", you shouted, guiding the young wizards to strategic points. "Remember, we are fighting for freedom, for Hogwarts, for everyone we love!"

During the battle, you found yourself in several dangerous situations. At one point, you fought side by side with Kingsley Shacklebolt and Minerva McGonagall, conjuring powerful spells to stop the Death Eaters trying to invade the castle.

"Secure the entrance!" ordered McGonagall, her voice firm despite the chaos around her. "We can't let them pass!"

"We're with you!", you replied, casting protection spells and attacks in equal measure. The sense of unity and purpose was palpable, even in the midst of danger.

As the battle raged, you also helped organize the evacuation of the wounded, guiding them to the Hospital Wing where Madam Pomfrey was working miracles to save those she could.

"You're amazing, Pomfrey," you said, helping carry an injured student. "We couldn't do it without you."

The night dragged on and the fighting continued fiercely and seemed to have no end. You saw several students being killed without being able to do anything, trying not to think about it too much so as not to lose focus. Then the Dark Lord's voice boomed throughout the castle and beyond, delivering his dark message.

"You fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. However, now your efforts are futile. You have lost yet another of your own, and I have become immune. Voldemort is ready to show mercy. I order my Death Eaters to withdraw immediately. You have one hour. Hand over Harry Potter and no one else will die. You have one hour to hand over Harry Potter to my power. Only Harry Potter must be handed over and no one else will be harmed."

Only then did you understand what Dumbledore had told you about a year and a half before.

Your love for Harry won't be able to save him when the time comes, Y/N.

Harry was the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord, and he might not live to witness it.

He had been raised like a lamb to the slaughter; waiting for the moment to perish at the hands of the monster that had killed his parents and taken away everything he loved most in his life.

You walked through the Great Hall and then you saw it. Remus Lupin's limp body. The sight hit you like a blow, and you ran to him, falling to your knees next to your friend's lifeless body.

"Not you, Moony. Not you," you murmured, hugging him tightly as tears ran down your face. The pain of loss was almost unbearable. Remus, who had always been a source of strength and wisdom, now lay there, ripped from you by the cruelty of war.

As the chaos of the battle dissipated, you stood by Remus's side, holding him as if you could somehow bring him back. But deep down, you knew he was gone, like so many others who had fought bravely.

The hall was full of bodies, friends and colleagues who had given their lives for freedom. Each represented a story, a loss, a deep scar in the hearts of those who survived.

Harry approached, his eyes red with unshed tears. He placed a hand on yor shoulder, offering silent comfort. "Let's keep going for them," he said softly. "For Remus, for all of them."

You nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility and pain, but also the determination to honor those who had fallen. "For Remus," you replied, your voice breaking. "We'll continue."

After that, you didn't see Harry anymore and you understood what that meant. Just hoping that, once again, Lily's protection would be with him. Harry deserved happiness, and Voldemort, death.

Time seemed to stop as you sat on the floor, immersed in so many memories of your godson, your son. You had never thought about having a child, just as had never planned to get married. But knowing that Harry had been orphaned and could end up in a loveless family made you change all your life plans for him.

You were an orphan and didn't know love until you arrived at Hogwarts. Harry deserved better, and you were pretty sure you managed to give him that.

Voldemort's deep voice, in an evil laugh, echoed throughout the castle, making everyone head outside.

"Harry Potter is dead! He was killed while fleeing, trying to save his own skin. Here is his body, handed over to you as proof that your hero perished in his attempt to escape."

Harry's body was carried by Hagrid, just as it had been years ago on that dark night in Godric's Hollow.

Your heart stopped for a moment, the sight of Harry limp in Hagrid's arms was an almost unbearable blow. You ran forward, ignoring the tears streaming down your face, and fell to your knees beside him. "No, it can't be," you murmured, touching Harry's face, cold and still. "Not you, Harry. Not you."

The world seemed to crumble around you, and despair took over. Neville reacted, and when anyone least expected it, Harry stood up and the battle was directed towards the Great Hall. The fight resumed. You found yourself dodging Bellatrix Lestrange's spells and protecting Ginny Weasley from her brutality.

Silence settled. Everyone around them stopped to watch as Harry and Voldemort began to circle each other, sizing each other up. The tension was palpable.

Voldemort, whose red eyes glowed lifelessly, whose face was void of any expression. He had just lost his Horcruxes. There was nothing left to hold on to. He needed Harry's wand to have any chance of surviving, but the wand refused to work for him.

Voldemort spoke in a low, rough voice. "You can't win, Harry. You know that now. You have nothing to resist. I am invincible."

Harry replied, his voice firm. "You're wrong, Tom. You're the one with nothing now. Nothing but the death you deserve."

Voldemort cast the Killing Curse, a thunderous sound like a cannon. But this time it was different. Harry's wand, which now recognized him as its true master, did not turn against him. Instead, Voldemort's spell lost power, ricocheted, and came back at himself. Voldemort fell to the ground, defeated, lifeless.

And then you knew the nightmare was finally over.

\-/

It has been many years since that epic day at Hogwarts. The battle scar left on everyone was visible, but peace had finally settled. You now spent your days in the tranquility of the old house, surrounded by photographs of moments that seemed distant.

Harry and Ginny's children, Albus, James and Lily, grew up around you. They called you “grandma” fondly, and you were proud of every moment you spent with them. One sunny afternoon, as everyone gathered in the living room, Albus spoke, concern evident on his young face.

"Grandma, I'm worried... the Sorting Hat might send me to Slytherin."

You smiled gently, remembering your own worries many years ago. "You know, Albus, the Sorting Hat wanted to send me there. But I insisted that I wanted to be in the same house as Sirius Black."

Albus' eyes widened. "Really? But why?"

"Because, darling, the heart speaks louder than any label. And he sent me to Gryffindor."

The children's laughter filled the room, dispelling the momentary tension. You looked around, feeling grateful for every moment of peace and love that surrounded your life now.

At night, while everyone slept, you looked out the window, the memories of those who were gone still echoing in your mind. Marlene McKinnon, whose absence never stopped hurting. You had retired years ago, but your mind and heart had never completely moved away from the battle that had changed everything.

Over the years, you helped Harry raise his children and witnessed every achievement and challenge you faced together. You saw him grow up not just as the Boy-Who-Lived, but as a man dedicated to peace and justice.

And now, as you watched the moonlight illuminate the peaceful garden, you knew that your role in the Harry Potter story had not just been one of struggle, but of love and care until your final days.

#marlene mckinnon x reader #marlene mckinnon x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #marauders x reader #marauders x you #marauders

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lalune9x · 1 month ago

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SCTIR Translation - Chapter 465: Even a Good Person (1)

“Think of tonight’s banquet as a rehearsal,” Sung Hyunje said as he slowly looked me over.

Chapter translation under the cut.

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They had rented out the entire hotel and even invited an orchestra. The official reason for the event was to host a banquet in honor of the Burn Cave Guild, who had traveled a long way.

But of course, everyone knew the real reason for the fuss: the Director of the Rearing Facility had arranged this to impress Chloe Alger. How embarrassing.

At least there wasn’t a flood of gossip articles about it. If this had been before my regression, the Haeyeon Guild Leader’s older brother would have been mocked for overstepping and embarrassing the nation by aiming for a foreign high-ranking hunter. But now, only those in the know were talking, and everything outside remained quiet. The image management system for high-ranking hunters was quite impressive. Not that I was a high-rank hunter myself.

"Gyeol-ah, remember, you have to act like a regular baby monster and not say anything,” I said to the fairy dragon perched on my shoulder. Gyeol nodded.

Since I had already spoken with Sung Hyunje and Moon Hyuna about Chloe, they would likely be prepared for any potential incidents. Despite that, I still felt nervous about being alone with Chloe even for a short while.

'Park Hayul might have figured out something about Grace.'

I had taken Grace off in front of him before. At the time, he hadn’t seemed to notice anything, but who knew? And even if I had Grace, it wouldn’t protect me from things like being kidnapped or suffocated.

‘With Changeling, I can at least buy some time.’

I could temporarily boost my stats. For that to work, Gyeol needed to appear harmless. Just like Peep-Peep, he was registered as an F-rank monster, so we just had to hide the fact that he could understand and follow instructions.

I met up with Myungwoo and Noah, who had arrived in a separate car, and we entered the hotel. The quiet lobby was empty except for the waiting hotel staff. Before heading to the banquet hall, we went up to the suite.

Seok Shimyung, who had arrived earlier, was waiting with clothes prepared for me.

“I’m concerned because it seems like Director Han loves too deeply,” Seok Shimyung said softly as he helped me with my outfit. His gentle voice almost made my ears tingle. “Some people, once they fall in love, will stop at nothing.”

“I know now isn’t the right time for me to think about romance,” I said. “Even if I do fall in love with someone, Yoohyun and Yerim come first. So, I’m not planning on it. It wouldn’t be fair.”

"Hearing you say that makes me worry even more. You’re not the type to date casually.” Seok Shimyung lifted the tie and wrapped it around my neck. I have hands too, you know. “My selfish wish is that you’ll continue to prioritize the Guild Leader above all else.”

Despite his sweet and gentle voice, the gaze behind his glasses was chillingly calm. If I ever became a threat to Yoohyun or Haeyeon, Seok Shimyung wouldn’t hesitate to deal with me ruthlessly. Oddly, that made me trust him even more.

“If you said things like that to someone else, you’d get cursed out,” I pointed out. Wasn’t he basically asking me to spend my entire life looking after my brother?

"If enduring some criticism meant I could keep you close, it’d be a good deal. But since you care so deeply for your little brother already, I don’t even need to beg.”

Seok Shimyung smiled kindly, adjusting the tie to the right tightness. If all he had to endure were curses, it seemed like he’d go even further. Honestly, if I were in Seok Shimyung’s shoes, I wouldn’t let go either. Look at everything he’s gained so far. If someone else tried to take it all away...

'It would be better to destroy it all.'

If what I had done for Yoohyun and Haeyeon ended up going to the benefit of another guild or hunter, it would be a threat.

‘In that sense, the situation has worked out surprisingly well.’

Normally, other major guilds would have resented the relationship between me and Haeyeon and tried to tear us apart. At first, the rearing facility had maintained a neutral stance, but now, I was openly siding with my brother. Yet no one had made an issue of it. Sesung was planning to expand overseas anyway, and Breaker was more concerned with maintaining its independence. Hanshin had always leaned toward keeping their position, just as they had before my regression. MKC and Sudam, which had been the most aggressive, were already ruined. The Association occasionally expressed dissatisfaction, but it was mild enough to ignore.

“As long as Team Manager Seok remains loyal to Haeyeon and its Guild Leader, you won’t even need to ask for favors,” I said.

Seok Shimyung finished straightening my clothes and stepped back. “My end may not be Haeyeon’s end, but Haeyeon’s end will be mine.”

What he meant was that even if something happened to him, Haeyeon would still survive. But if Haeyeon fell, Seok Shimyung would go down with it. It sounded dramatic, especially for just a job, but it wasn’t wrong. If Haeyeon collapsed, the world would likely follow. Seok Shimyung might not realize that part, though.

“In that case, I’ll be counting on you going forward,” I replied.

I stepped out into the living room, where Yoohyun and Yerim were waiting.

“Hyung, here.” Yoohyun handed me a handkerchief and tucked it into my chest pocket.

Yerim waved another handkerchief playfully. “Use this if you start crying. Want me to give you an extra one?”

Is that what this is for? Why would I cry?

“They said there’s ‘waterproof’ makeup, too. Apparently it won’t smudge even if you cry,” Yoohyun said.

“…I’m not going to cry.”

“It’s okay, hyung. If you’re having a hard time, just say so. Even if you’re the one doing the rejecting, heartbreak is still heartbreak. I heard that people go on ‘breakup trips’ for that sort of thing. Should we take a few days off? I’ve already cleared all the work that piled up during the trip to China."

"Should we go to Jeju Island? Or Busan? The seaside is the best place to get over a breakup,” Yerim said.

What had happened while I was changing for them to be preparing for my supposed heartbreak like this? Yoohyun still didn’t seem to believe I would be rejected. Gyeol, meanwhile, was spinning in circles on the table, as if he wanted to add his thoughts to the conversation.

"For a while, you should eat whatever you want, hyung."

"Let’s go cafe-hopping together. Eating lots of sweets is supposed to make you feel better."

I appreciated their concern, but that’s not what this was about, kids. I couldn’t exactly explain things to them now, though, so I just nodded awkwardly.

“You’ll need these in your inventory.”

Myungwoo handed me a small glass jar. Inside were gold-colored snacks.

“They’re like honey strands. Remember that dungeon where the bees appeared? They’re made from the honey collected there.”

That dungeon had recently been cleared, so fresh honey was now on the market. Even with everything going on, Myungwoo had taken the time to make these for me.

“Thanks.”

“Good luck," he said.

Why are you all looking at me like that when I haven’t even confessed yet?

“Hamin-hyung said if you get rejected, he’ll let you see Goldie in person,” Noah added, giving me a sympathetic look. I didn’t need that.

"Minyi-hyung even said he’d set you up on a blind date."

Minyi? That guy had his own problems to deal with.

As we made our way to the floor where the banquet was being held, we encountered Moon Hyuna and Song Taewon talking in the hallway.

Moon Hyuna was the first to greet me. "Why are you empty-handed? You should at least be holding a bouquet."

Even though she knew everything, her attitude was so natural. Director Song, on the other hand, looked at me and my companions with a serious expression as he spoke.

“If Han Yoojin-ssi ends up in a relationship with Hunter Chloe and something happens to her, the Haeyeon Guild will be the first place we investigate.”

“…What? That’s unfair! Why are we already suspects? What about the presumption of innocence?”

“Preventing disputes between high-ranking hunters is the best course of action. Especially in this case, where it could escalate into an international issue. Please act with restraint,” Director Song said.

“…You’re being too harsh. Besides, it’s not like we’re going to date anyway. Please, relax and enjoy your meal, Director Song,” I replied.

"It’s not an unreasonable concern,” Song Taewon said seriously. Just like in the car before, he really seemed to believe that Chloe and I would end up dating. Why, though?

"Think about it, Director Song. When we first met, you, Yoohyun, and Sung Hyunje were all there. Do you really think I’d stand out? Come on."

At my words, Director Song’s brows furrowed slightly. “Compared to the other three, of course, Han Yoojin-ssi is the best option.”

Well, obviously, but… wait, what?

"Excuse me? Uh… what? Me?"

“Yes.”

Moon Hyuna, who had been listening, burst out laughing.

“That’s right, Hyung-nim. Sung Hyunje might be nice to look at from a distance, but nobody could actually stand dating him. Yoohyun is too young, and even putting aside his age, could you even have a normal relationship with him? If he had free time for dates, he’d make you work out instead. Director Song is similar. He’s the best of the three, but he’d spend more time with S-rank hunters than with his partner. It’d drive you crazy."

“W-well, that’s…”

"On the other hand, our Director Han would be the most sincere when it comes to dating. As long as he doesn’t get kidnapped, he’d even pack lunch for you every morning."

Yerim nodded in agreement. "Even if they were all the same age, Han Yoohyun is obviously the worst, and the government ajussi is too uptight~ Honestly, I’d still say Sesung-ajussi is a little better, but adding loyalty into the mix, Ajussi, you’re number one!"

“Of course Hyung’s the best,” Yoohyun added, with a look as if wondering why we were even discussing this. I couldn’t argue with that.

“But what about Noah-ssi?” I asked.

“What? Me?”

“He’s handsome, young, kind, and has plenty of time for dates! And what about Myungwoo? He’s at the right age, has an amazing body now, and his skills are top-tier. As for packing lunch boxes, I can’t even compare to him. Sure, he’s busy, but he’s considerate and takes care of people.”

“I’m not that considerate.”

"Neither am I, Yoojin-ssi,” Noah said.

What nonsense are you two saying?

“Anyway, the point is, there are plenty of good people in the world. It’s not my turn yet.”

Besides, you could say that Yoohyun had a species barrier, and that Sung Hyunje was too dangerous, but I thought Director Song was fine. Being busy wasn’t a dealbreaker—lots of modern people were busy. Based on how Director Song took care of us, I was sure he’d do his best to make time for a partner. He really should consider dating.

I handed Gyeol over to Yerim and went to find Sung Hyunje.

There was a middle-aged man standing next to Sung Hyunje. The latter was dressed in a classic suit that looked like something out of a black-and-white movie.

"Director Han, I believe this is your first time meeting each other." Sung Hyunje introduced the man beside him. “This is Ethel Vantes. He doesn’t have a specific title, but you can think of him as my aide.”

I had heard his name a few times before. He was a D-rank Awakened who rarely made public appearances.

"He’s rather shy, so even Sesung guild members rarely interact with him directly. The only outsider he’s met is probably Director Song Taewon."

“Given my low rank, I tend to avoid drawing attention. The hunter world is a harsh place, after all,” Vantes replied.

Despite his words, he appeared completely at ease standing next to Sung Hyunje. As an aide, he must deal with high-ranking hunters. I wondered if he had some kind of mental resistance skill, like I did. It would be essential to have that if he stayed close to the Sesung Guild Leader. It’s hard to keep secrets in the hunter world with just willpower alone.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Director Han Yoojin. I’ve been hoping for the chance to meet you for some time.” Vantes offered a gentle smile and extended his hand for a handshake. "I look forward to your continued cooperation with the guild leader."

“Ah, yes. Likewise.”

I began to bow slightly, but Vantes stopped me.

“Please do not lower your head so easily.”

“…Pardon?”

“Director Han Yoojin, you stand beside the Guild Leader, do you not? Meanwhile, I am someone below him.”

“Well, that's true, but…”

"It’s fine to be humble. But do not back down in front of beasts.”

“…Beasts?”

"Yes. Most high-rank hunters follow strength. In the hunter world, the hierarchy is determined solely by power. The stronger someone is, the faster they can clear more dangerous dungeons, and the more they can claim for themselves. Naturally, when high-ranking hunters gather, they start measuring each other. And, inevitably, fights break out."

Vantes chuckled quietly, referencing Sung Hyunje’s infamous birthday party.

"If the host of a gathering of high-rank hunters is seen as weak, the event will inevitably turn into chaos."

"...Didn’t the Sesung Guild Leader wreck the cruise?"

"The only reason there was any semblance of order before that was because the Guild Leader is powerful."

That was true. The hunters who had gathered at the birthday party had mostly followed the rules. The real problem had been the host sinking the ship.

“Due to the relatively short history of Awakened people, we don’t have a lot of data on this. However, there have been several gatherings of high-rank hunters abroad, in addition to those hosted by the Guild Leader. I’ll send you the relevant information."

“Thank you.”

When I had asked Sung Hyunje how to host a gathering of S-rank hunters, he said he’d introduce me to an expert. It seemed that expert was Ethel Vantes.

“Think of tonight’s banquet as a rehearsal,” Sung Hyunje said as he slowly looked me over. “Forget about the business with Hunter Chloe for now.”

"Wouldn't it seem suspicious if I look too calm?"

"The wider the gap, the more convincing it can seem."

I suppose that made sense.

"Stand in front of me. Keep a little distance, as if you’re leading me,” Sung Hyunje said. “Director Han Yoojin, tonight I’ll serve as your decoration.”

"I’m flattered. But will I not come across as merely a servant showing you the way?”

“Don’t concern yourself with what’s behind you. Keep your gaze straight ahead; don’t look back. A servant always watches his master’s movements. The strongest has no need to look at anyone."

“Not even at the guests?”

"That’s the servant’s job—to spot problems, assess them, and quietly report them. The master need only nod or shake his head."

Which emperor was he modeling this after? While Sung Hyunje could pull that off just acting like himself without a second thought, I couldn’t. It felt a bit grandiose, but I decided to follow his advice.

“Since it’s just a dinner, be cautious only when entering. Once seated, it’s better to appear relaxed while eating,” he added.

There was a knock, and a staff member informed us that the guests were all seated. I glanced back at Sung Hyunje once before moving towards the hall. This kind of thing really didn’t suit me.

As soon as I entered the banquet hall, all eyes turned toward me. I responded casually with a light smile, as if this was something I experienced all the time, and headed to my seat. I did my best to ignore Sung Hyunje’s presence right behind me. I tried to pretend he wasn’t even there. Walking with the Sesung Guild Leader behind me, like it was nothing, likely did make me look impressive. He truly was an excellent accessory.

I briefly glanced at Chloe with as much composure as I could manage, then offered a simple greeting to the other guests before sitting down. Okay, that went well… probably?

#sctir #the s classes that i raised #s classes that i raised #my s class hunters #내가 키운 s급들 #jinjae #the ending of this chapter absolutely gutpunched me im ngl #i really hope i managed to convey it properly #also yes the homoeroticism does intensify

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btskitten7 · 2 years ago

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Silent Grace| Chapter one: the 'perfect' family

✎ ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

✎ au/genre: Mafia!Au , angsty , smut, Violence

✎ rating: Mature 18+

✎ wc: 3.2k

⚠︎ chapter warnings: none

✎summary: Min Yoongi lives a pretty private life for the most part. He is rich and powerful. His name carries weight. He is one of the most feared men alive but he has a soft, sweet spot. You are his sweet spot. You are the one thing he swore to protect...even if it means lying to you...

About everything.

“Good morning, beautiful”

The words always filled your heart with happiness as you turned into your boyfriend’s arms, pecking his lips softly and wrapping your arms around your neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Good morning, my love.”

Yoongi always knew how to make you swoon whenever he was near. You knew him back in high school but you wouldn’t say you two were close, per say. More like when you were in class, you’d talk casually but after school you had your separate group of friends. Especially since you were focused on getting your Nursing degree while Yoongi was focused on music amongst other things from what you heard. So you were acquaintances for lack of a better term. You didn’t even become friends with Yoongi until you ran into him while working at a random cafe after high school.

You guys almost clicked instantly, for you it was a nice catch-up but for Yoongi, it was nice to see someone from his past when his life was still normal and calm. You guys ended up talking until you closed that night.

The night was full of laughter and good conversation which led to Yoongi coming by every day at closing to spend some time with you. It was easy for you because you had someone to talk to while doing chores, and it was great for him since he didn’t always like being in crowded areas all the time.

From that moment on, Yoongi always related you to his tranquility, his eye of the storm. He quickly fell into a routine. He’d wake up, eat, go to work, come home, shower then come see you, go home, then finally, he’d go to sleep with you on the brain. He had a lot of thoughts about the future for him, for you, just how he could be the best for you.

In the beginning, you didn’t see Yoongi that way nor did you think he thought of you like this. You always found him handsome of course, even in high school. That wasn’t something you ever denied. You just never put Yoongi and a potential boyfriend in the same category. He was popular then and he still was. Mainly because his family is rich and had so much power in Daegu. Everyone respected the Min family. They always had the best of the best. The best parties, the best cars, the best homes. You’ve been invited by Yoongi multiple times to come to one of his parties but you always declined to focus on your studies. By the time you graduated high school, Yoongi was already classified as a millionaire. But even with that, Yoongi wasn’t the typical popular guy. He didn’t ask for it, nor did he do anything in particular to gain popularity. He knew most people became his friend just for the status or for good looks. He was more on the quiet side and his other friends were the loud ones, he was in his own world most of the time. He only had two friends that he trusted, mainly because they’ve been in his life for as long as he could remember.

Namjoon was a few years younger than him. They never had class together, but they would always hang out with one another growing up. Namjoon’s father was best friends with Yoongi’s father. Even to this day, both of their fathers still consider each other great friends. They always took care of one another so naturally, Yoongi and Namjoon did the same for one another. Namjoon looked up to Yoongi, and he always wanted to make him proud oddly enough.

Seokjin on the other hand viewed both Yoongi and Namjoon as two younger brothers he never had. He didn’t have much of a relationship with his parents, in fact he hardly knew them. He always did things on his own until Yoongi’s father found him when he was just sixteen years old. Yoongi wasn’t looking for a sibling but when Seokjin came around, both Namjoon and Yoongi loved having him around. He was always cracking jokes and he always loved cooking. That’s where Yoongi learned how to cook, even if he hardly does it now. Namjoon could never get a hold of how to cook, but he didn’t need to, he was more book smart anyway.

You hardly remember seeing Seokjin or Namjoon while in school with Yoongi. You were pretty sure they were around but you were more focused on your school work than anything else.

With that being said, Yoongi wouldn’t talk to anyone other than his friends…and you when in class of course. You were different to him. He didn’t know if it would develop into anything, but he knew he liked you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to become closer.

You quickly became friends that eventually became lovers.

Yoongi was everything you ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was sweet, he was attentive, he even cooked with you. He had a big beautiful home and money, you didn’t really care about that, but it was a nice perk. He loved taking you on dates, it was truly his favorite thing. He didn’t care where you wanted to go as long as he was with you. You guys mostly went out around evening time or after it was dark. You didn’t mind it too much since the streets of Seoul light up the best after dark. A truly beautiful sight. Hardly ever did you both have time to go out during the day, which was understandable since you were moving forward in your career and he had his own as well. You assumed he decided to work with his father to maintain his family riches or he really decided to take music seriously. You’ve heard a few of his songs and he’s really good.

You had days off but it seemed Yoongi never had any days off and he was always leaving, sometimes for days at a time. At first you were understanding, you didn’t want to question him about his work. But these work trips were becoming more frequent and more demanding. Some would last a few weeks, and you wouldn’t hear from Yoongi often; again usually at night wherever he was.

You found those work demands to be odd. He was always extremely tired and cuddly when he came home. You didn’t hate that but sometimes, it was concerning how he clung to you at the end of the night. It was almost like he had a guilty conscience when he came home. Nevertheless, you were always there for him. Never questioning him. Maybe working with his father was hard.

There was more than that though. Sometimes his co-workers or people who worked for him–actually not some times, damn near everyday– his workers would come over and talk business with him. For hours.

Yoongi also had so many people that would come over to your shared home on a daily basis. You remember back when Yoongi had asked you to come move in with him. He had maids, cooks, gardeners, even car keepers and mechanics would come by and perform certain tasks. Nothing out of the ordinary for someone that has lots of money, but different for you.

Most of the time, you guys wouldn’t drive. Yoongi always had a driver to take either you or him wherever you needed to go. You liked it, especially when you worked long hours and didn’t feel like driving but it was new to you.

He had it all. Anything you wanted, he got it for you and more. No matter the price. He even mentioned to you about building another home closer to your mom. When you guys would be at his home, your mom could stay in the other one. You wondered what your boyfriend and his father did to afford a lifestyle such as this. You presumed they were businessmen, since you knew his family owned a couple companies. Although Yoongi was gone a lot, often he would continue his work in his office. You hardly went in there, you couldn’t even remember what it looked like inside. The door was always locked. Only Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin held the password for the room which was odd to you, but you presumed that it was very important business in there, and since he had so many people in and out of your home, he didn’t want just anyone walking in and out of his office.

You’d met his mother but never his father. He was always busy and never able to get out of work. But yet, Yoongi’s father was always on these business trips with him.

You tried asking his mother about the work Yoongi and his father would work on, but she would stumble around the question or just sweetly tell you it was something for Yoongi to tell you, which he had no intention of doing. You never really asked, so, could you blame him? Today, that will change.

Finally building the courage, you decided that today you were going to ask the burning question.

Your fingers played with Yoongi’s long hair that rested against the nape of his neck, looking into his eyes. His eyes rest on your lips before looking into yours. Chuckling softly.

“What’s on that pretty mind of yours? Is there something you want? Whatever it is, it’s yours, no questions asked.” Yoongi smiled softly before he turned his head and gave the most chilling look possible to the chef and maid who were doing their duties in the kitchen.

“Do you mind? My girlfriend and I are having a private conversation,” his voice was teetering on the line of dark and demanding, but not rude. Just very stern and straight to the point.

They didn’t question him, they immediately dropped what they were doing and left the kitchen. Of course you were taken back but you didn’t question it either, he’s done it millions of times at this point, you were hardly phased by it.

“They didn’t have to leave baby. I just have a question,” you exclaimed. “They did, we deserve to have each other to ourselves before we head to work.” Yoongi smiled as his hands rubbed your waist. “Speaking of work..” you trailed off. His eyebrow cocked as you continued, “I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“You’ve decided to allow me to take care of you?” Yoongi asked. You playfully rolled your eyes and scoffed as he chuckled from your response. “You already take care of me, my job is practically a stressful hobby at this point,” you laughed along with him. “All the more reason for you to leave it altogether” he soothed.

“Seriously baby, I have a real question,” you giggled, he lifted his hands and chuckled, surrendering “okay okay, love. Talk to me.”

You took a deep breath before pushing your words out. “I’ve been thinking, we’ve been together for a few years now, four to be exact, and I realized that you never told me about your job before. You’ve taken me to work parties and I’ve met your co-workers but I haven’t been to your job to, you know, bring you lunch or do other…things, you know? But what do you do? What’s your job title?” You both shared a small chuckle as you continued, “I just want to know what my man does.”

You couldn’t tell but Yoongi was genuinely taken aback by that question. He quickly realized you were right. He never told you anything about his job.

“You’re right baby, I guess I never told you, huh? Well, my father and I own a real estate company. We have different clients all over Korea, Japan, and the states. My father started it when I was younger and once I graduated, he began teaching me about the business so I could run it and pass it to my son. Whenever that happens.” Yoongi explained. “The reason for the recent jump into more traveling is my father wants to expand to Paris amongst other places.”

You believed him. No question about it. That would explain the many trips, late nights, and early mornings.

“That’s so cool. I bet you see so many beautiful places!” you smiled completely amazed. “I’m kind of jealous.”

“Baby, you can see any of those places and more. We can go whenever you want. I can easily have Namjoon or Seokjin take over for me for a while. They’re more than just co workers, they are like the..’boss’ when the boss is away. Name the place and we’ll be on the next flight,” Yoongi said, kissing your lips. You pouted. “You can take days off since you practically own the company, nursing isn’t so forgiving,” you said, popping a strawberry into your mouth after kissing him goodbye. “I’ll see you later tonight baby! I have some errands to run and your mom wants to meet up for a little!” you yelled as you walked towards your shared room and back to your stunning walk-in closet that looked like a room all on its own.

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief as you walked off. Leaning against the counter, his head was spiraling as Namjoon and Seokjin walked in.

“Why does it look like you’ve been stressing over an exam?” Seokjin joked while Namjoon scoffed playfully. Yoongi wasn’t in the mood to laugh.

“I just lied to my girlfriend…again.”

The guys looked at each other before looking at Yoongi. They never knew what to do in these situations.

“Truthfully boss, we told you it wasn’t a good idea. Especially with the life you currently live,” Namjoon advised.

Seokjin agreed, “You should have learned from your parents’ situation.”

Yoongi scoffed, “ I have no intention of marrying someone I don’t like, let alone love. I can’t live like that…” he trailed off thinking about you.

“You must really love her,” Seokjin said.

“With my whole heart.” Yoongi challenged, “There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one I love.”

“Then why haven’t you told her?”

Before Yoongi could answer you waltz back into the kitchen to kiss him goodbye.

“Oh, good morning Joon. Good morning Seokjin! I’m sorry for interrupting, I just wanted to tell Yoongi goodbye.” You smiled as you squeezed past them to get to Yoongi who’s smile hasn’t left his face since you entered the room.

“You weren’t interrupting anything, we were just talking about the day ahead. Speaking of, when you get home, let’s go somewhere tonight?” Yoongi asked, kissing your cheek gently.

“Okay baby, wherever you want to go.” You kissed his lips once more, “your mom is waiting for me! I’ll see you later. Bye Joon, bye Seokjin! See you soon!” you smiled as you headed out the door.

“Have a great day, yn.” Joon smiled

“Bring me back something special!” Seokjin joked, earning a look from Yoongi. “Have fun, yn. Stay safe!” Seokjin chuckled along with you as you left

Yoongi sighed once you were out the door.

“She seems pretty understanding, why won’t you just talk to her?” Namjoon asked, finally relaxing.

“She sees this big house, all your workers, the late nights, the traveling…why not just be honest?” Seokjin asked as he signaled the cook to come back and complete breakfast.

“We know what happens when people find out about our ‘work’; they no longer want anything to do with us. I don’t want that with yn. More importantly, the less people that know about her, the better chance I can keep her safe,” Yoongi admitted. “I’m afraid that once someone knows about her…I’ll lose her. Not because she found out, but because someone found out about her…”

Namjoon and Seokjin nodded.

“So…I guess we’re real estate agents now?” Seokjin joked, breaking the silence.

“Yes, we are. I need you two to go buy some property. Some here, some in Japan, and the states. I don’t care what you buy but just make sure it’s at least liveable. Something you can see yourself in. Maybe we could really sell something to bring in more revenue,” Yoongi said, tossing his keys to Namjoon as he headed back upstairs.

“And what are you going to do?”

“I’m going back to bed.”

The guys watched Yoongi run his fingers through his long locks as he yawned heading to his bedroom and closed the door behind him.

“I wish I could go back to bed,” Seokjin scoffed. “Lucky bastard.”

Namjoon chuckled, “There’s always time to sleep on the plane. Let’s go find some property to make us some money.” He wrapped his arm roughly around Seokjin’s shoulders as they headed out the door.

Yoongi didn’t go to sleep, though. He just laid there. Thinking about you. He knew his ‘job’ was gruesome in some– most cases. He knew his life up to now wasn’t something to be romanticized or even glorified. Noting he did was something you’d be proud about. You wouldn’t even find the things he did to be exciting or fascinating. You were too gentle and sweet to enjoy things like that. You hardly watched true crimes. You work as a nurse and sometimes you’d see the worst of the worst. Why would you want to come home and hear about the same thing you just handled at work? Yoongi saw how sometimes work took a toll on you, it killed him to hear about some of the cases that he was the cause for.

It really fucked him up in the head to hear about his girlfriend taking care of a person his guys handled on his behalf. He hated it. It’s one of the reasons why he wants you to quit.

But he knew if you did, you would be here alone, a lot. Then the questions would begin again and you would possibly find out the truth. Then you would leave him. Which he didn’t want, but if you ever left him, he couldn’t keep you safe. You and your family would be in danger, he couldn’t have that. You weren’t like his mother and he wasn't like his father. You really cared for one another. He wanted nothing but the best for you, and you wanted nothing but the best for him.

“She’s different, Sir,” one of his maids, Kai, said standing by the closet. Yoongi looked over at her before looking back at the ceiling. Kai has been his maid since he was a kid. He has a soft spot for her, so he hardly ever yells at her and he often comes to her for advice.

“I know. Isn’t she amazing?” he smiled softly. “I did nothing to deserve her.”

“You’re a good kid, too, Min. You’re better than your father,” she admitted sitting next to Yoongi. He sat up and nodded, chuckling. “Everyone is better than my father. There’s no questioning that.”

Now, Yoongi wouldn’t let a soul talk bad about his father. Deep down, he knew his father had good intentions. But he couldn’t deny the shit he put his family through, let alone Kai’s family.

“Just promise, no matter what..You’ll treat her with the same love and respect you show me and your mother.” Kai smiled.

Yoongi pulled his lips into a straight line and nodded, “Of course. I really love her Kai…I really do.”

“Oh? So a baby and a wedding soon?” Kai joked.

“Wedding? Possibly. A baby? To be determined,” Yoongi laughed.

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cherrysoojins · 1 year ago

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८ bewitched , ateez laufey songs .

✉️. one of eight, choi jongho. valentine.

jongho sucked at expressing his emotions and refused to allow himself to fall in love because of that. but on valentine’s day with you, that all changes

&ㅤㅤ 📦 ♡ warnings. sfw, fluff, suited for all ages, not proofread ( might have spelling errors ), let me know if any other warnings that should be added !

choi jongho was not the best at expressing himself. he was even worse at getting his feelings in order and saying them out loud.

for years, choi jongho has rejected affection. not because he didn’t want to experience the meaning of love and such, but because he genuinely sucked at showing his emotions and was scared that would prevent him from getting involved with anyone romantically. in his mind it’s just like, who would want a boyfriend who can’t properly say “i love you” or hug and kiss you spontaneously like other normal boyfriends do?

so instead of him getting rejected by others for his lack of expression, he chose to reject himself of receiving it and he had been simply content with the choice. neither happy nor upset at the choice, just meh– like he didn’t really care because he didn’t. he was perfectly content being single, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to experience something.

and with his contentedness in his life, it threw him in for a loop when the pretty barista near his campus started taking an interest in him– which was you. consistently writing his name wrong on the cups of coffees he orders just to see a small smile take over his face when he sees the flirty message you write on it, taking his order and then leaning over the counter in an overly flirty manner to talk to him while another coworker makes his coffee via your demand because you wanted to have a small conversation with him before another customer came in and made him move away from you.

when you started hitting on jongho, he started to realize how uncontent he was starting to become with being single. not just that, he started hating the thought that he wasn’t making a move on you, the pretty girl who makes all the moves because jongho simply just can’t do that for god knows what reason.

and when valentines day came, he knew he was utterly screwed. unable to bring himself to buy you flowers or chocolates to give you when he went to go visit the coffee shop you work at, he was so mad at himself. why was being so affectionate so hard for him? why can’t he display his emotions like a normal person? why did it feel like everything was so against him in some ways?

“hi,” your sweet voice rang out the second he entered the coffee shop with a little ding from the bell announcing his entrance. jongho looked up from his phone, a small smile etching onto his face that was hardly noticeable.

“hey.” he responded casually, looking around the surprisingly empty cafe as jongho approached the counter that you leaned on with a cheeky smile on your cheeks as you looked at him.

“happy valentines day.” you told him, lifting a hand up to tap his order onto the register.

jongho suddenly felt mad at himself again. the second he saw you when he walked into the coffee shop, all his worries lifted and it seemed as though a weight was taken off his shoulders. but now you, unintentionally, reminded him how upset he was about himself on this specific day, all the bad thoughts flooding in again about how he was such an emotionless bastard and how he hated himself just a little bit for not being how he wants to be.

and somehow, like always, you caught up on it. even if jongho looked as stoic as he always did, you could read him like and open book, just like you could to everyone else. it slowly became something he admired about you. it was one of the things he fell in love with.

“your coffee is on the house. that’s my first gift,” you said, moving to the side as he broke from his thoughts and stared at you, eyes widening.

“no, i can pay. i don’t want you to get in trouble–”

“i’ll be fine.” shutting him down, you squatted behind the counter, grabbing a big red bag that had ‘valentine’ on it, pushing it towards him on the counter with a big smile on your lips, a light blush taking over your cheeks before you turned to start working on his coffee.

jongho looked at the bag, his body slightly frozen in shock.

this was the first time he ever got a valentine’s day gift.

“what–” he started.

“that’s my second gift to you.” you cut him off once again, back facing him as you busied yourself with making his usual coffee, a smile stitched onto your face as excitement blossomed through your body, a warm feeling taking over your heart. “open it.”

jongho stood silent for a moment longer, gulping before he lifted his hands to open the bag slightly. chocolates and a bouquet of flowers that the bag was big enough to hide laid inside, his eyes shooting wide open once again.

you turned around, his coffee in hand as you looked at him, putting the coffee on the counter beside the bag he was still staring into.

“do you like it?” you asked him, your hands grabbing a sharpie in a little dainty cup near the cash register, lifting his coffee up to start scribbling on it. instead of a random name, you wrote his actual name in the correct way this time, a little heart next to it. instead of a random little flirty message, you wrote your number this time.

when you put the cup back down next to him, he finally looked up at you. he looked sad, the first emotion that anyone would be able to see from a mile away. it wasn’t like his usual hidden expressions, it was as clear as day how he was feeling.

“i… didn’t get you anything…” he said lowly, looking back down at the bag and clenching the sides in his grasp, your gift only fuelling the disappointment he felt within himself.

“you don’t need to.” you immediately responded to him, causing him to shoot his head to look at you again.

“i don’t need a gift from you, jongho.” you told him, your head tilting to the side with that sweet smile on your face once again. the same smile that kept his heart fluttering in his chest when he either saw it or imagined it.

you raised the cup of coffee up, pointing your finger at your number written on it.

“all i need you to do is text this number, okay?” the meaning behind your words were simple. you didn’t need a gift from him or anything. he didn’t need to show you affection, or hug and kiss you spontaneously whenever he saw you. you didn’t need that from him.

being with him despite his lack of expression, lack of affection and conversation skills, being with him like this in the coffee shop or even through text, that’s all you need. just him, being him.

choi jongho was not the best at expressing himself. he stopped himself from falling in love or receiving it because he figured nobody would want him if he was like that.

but he blinked, and suddenly he had a valentine.

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myun-saidthoughts · 1 year ago

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4th House Synastry

In the realm of 4H synastry, activating this aspect invokes a sense of comfort, ease, and relaxation. It creates an environment where worries fade away, and it allows you to express your inner thoughts freely, you just feel secure. The energy exudes a sense of reliability and trustworthiness.

For reference I'll use this boy and I's synastry aspects:

His Sun, Mercury & Venus are in my 4H.

(Below are his planets in my 4H making into my chart)

His Sun conjuncts my Jupiter, His Sun opposes my Moon (6 degree orb), his Sun trines my Mercury, Lilith and ascendant, his Sun sextiles my Mars, his Mercury conjuncts my IC, his Mercury sextiles my Uranus, his Mercury trines my Chiron, his Venus squares my ascendant and my Mercury, his Venus sextiles my Neptune, his Venus trines my Venus and North Node,

My Venus is in his 4H (My Venus Conjuncts his IC)

His South Node conjuncts my Sun

His Vertex conjuncts my South Node and Neptune

His Moon conjuncts my South Node (5 degree orb)

(Also: his Moon is in my 1H, my Moon is in his 3H, my Sun, Mercury, Rising are in his 5H, and my Venus is in his 4H)

Now I made a post about him a few months ago, and I noticed It felt bit lack luster with him. Although there was an instant comfort that I hardly feel with everyone else, I wasn't completely enticed, compared to what I'm used to (with 8th house synastry). I was intrigued a bit because objectively he is beautiful, and for someone who struggles with emotional intimacy, vulnerability, I self sabotage as if it's my second nature, so with it came times where when I was with him I didn't allow myself to feel deeply or to feel something for him (as much as I am a able too) so with that brought in feelings where I told myself I didn't like him or that he didn't ignite enough passion in me.

I saw him in May which was a few months ago and I was with him for the weekend and everything felt easy, but I wasn't incredibly enthralled, and with him and without him I felt whole and there wasn't any voids that he healed. (but that's because I subconsciously blocked myself from allowing him too)

After hanging out with one another, sharing dating behavior attitudes, hand holding etc, he just disappeared out of thin air, and I didn't think twice of it. And honestly because of our synastry I already knew I was going to run into him some way or another.

Anyway, a few days ago the same hour Venus goes into retrograde (he has a natal Venus retrograde) he called me and we made plans to hangout the following day. Prior to this I was nervous and scared because I don't normally see or hangout with anyone, but we met up at a party and we were casually just hanging out, he brought his friends and I was with mine. The conversations weren't forced and the second I saw him the fear I had left, I wasn't nervous or worried and I easily kept conversation. It was like I suddenly became this open, carefree individual that knew how to make conversation with anyone who was around because he was standing next to me.

Anyway as the night progressed he visibly looked so cute, and because I was drinking I became more inclined to letting him "in," in some way or another. We talked and talked and i'm not even sure about what, but there was no awkward silences and I just felt so at ease and was always laughing. I didn't get this high like I did with 8th house synastry, but I just felt comfortable in my own skin and because of that, I liked being next to him.

At the party we were away from each other for maybe 3 minutes and as a stranger was talking to me, I thought to myself I want to stand next to him. And prior to this I was scared that he was going to only hangout with me, (because I'm terrified of actually liking someone) and it turns out I was the one who chose to go back to him at the party. (He was literally the cutest boy there lmao)

We kissed that night and from the following day (today) I don't feel sick, I don't feel worried, I don't feel scared that I allowed myself to kiss him. That alone is triggering me to feel worried. Now since I still have curiosity towards him and since he feels like a comfort blanket; I'm now realizing what his presence elicits in me. He somehow didn't trigger my disorganized attachment style and I genuinely think it's because for (now) I allowed myself to feel, without getting scared or even repulsed by him.

I thought I wasn't affected by him, I thought I wasn't going to need him in any shape or form.

But in this moment I feel like i'm wrong.

Right now the feelings that I have are confusing me because I don't feel low without him, but I do feel this co-dependent underlying want for him.

Feeling comfortable in my own skin, with no worry is something I am not used too, so for him to create that in me is what's getting me.

A part of me knows I knew him from a previous life, and because of my broken attachment style, having this comfort with another person isn't something I normally get to hold onto.

Since I am still learning to let myself feel, these emotions that persevere comes in waves. I thought to myself that I wouldn't mind seeing him again, but that's the part of me that craves for peace and serenity talking, and now writing this post, the other part of me that hides and suppress any unsolicited needs for another is creating myself to feel nothing towards him.

(It's been another day since writing this and I no longer have that dire need for him because my brain is telling myself it's safer for me to not truly care yet and whether I want too or not, my brain just does this. I can still turn these feelings off in some shape or form and I still feel fear with going on a date or seeing him again but I also know, that once i'm next to him i'll just feel this ease I wish I was able to hold onto on my own.

Moving on, for a more descriptive and better understanding this is how the house person might feel:

What 4th House Synastry Feels Like

Everything feels so easy, with them you'll feel somehow secure, somehow safe. You naturally know how to respond to them, a look from them makes you feel comfort, you two share the same humor (with other soft mercury-moon/sun aspects), everything feels like it's already happened before, and with that feeling they unlock a part of you that you're afraid to show others.

When you're next to them, you're no longer worried about how others perceive you, nor are you overthinking the conversations between the two of you. It's different with 8th house synastry because although with the 8th house their touch unlocks that dire need of being emotionally vulnerable towards another, the 4th house unlocks a part of your character that you naturally hide or the part of you that you overthink when you're with strangers.

When they're next to you, nothing can feel bad, you don't fixate on any issues, you can just allow yourself to feel safe, and at ease. They bring you a sense of security you didn't know was possible, you want to hold onto them, be next to them, and you can't help but smile, can't help but be open, optimistic, and can't help but be unafraid to take on any task you can ever think of (especially if there are more Jupiter synastry aspects between you two).

Any anxiety somehow vanishes, you're not worried, you can't feel worry, you're not second guessing anything, and you don't have these wavering thoughts, and there's no what ifs, you're in the moment, you feel present, and nothing else matters. You allow yourself to feel at home within because they bring you this sense of comfortability that you've never felt before.

They become this key with unlocking the side of your personality that you hide towards anyone else that you don't share a close connection too.

And for someone with a Scorpio Moon/active 12th House, this feels new for me. Comfortability and serene feelings are both things I search for. I genuinely don't show anyone my true feelings or thoughts, I always wear a mask with everyone I meet. So with that, I want to feel calm, and safe, so because of that I believe that what's this synastry is hitting in me, but if you don't have a disorganized attachment style (or maybe even Scorpio placements) like me, the feelings within might be different.

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multific · 2 years ago

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If He doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing will

Cruella!Helmut Zemo x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Summary: Helmut Zemo, the best designer, a cold and manipulative man. You, a barista, a kind and gentle person. Nothing common between you two yet fate had its ways to toy with you.

A/N: None of the above pictures are mine, all rights go to their owners, especially the beautiful work of art by @enstatia which inspired this whole story.

Baron Helmut Zemo is the best fashion designer in the entire world.

He was rich, smart and elegant. He was adored by some and hated by many.

He wasn't a gentleman, he was rude and cunning, and he always got what he wanted. In the name of fashion, he had done many terrible things.

The Sokovian noble born became a well-known name in the entire world after his first collection.

Most people knew him for his famous furs, others knew him because he liked to crush the competition, literally.

He always said, fashion isn't kind, so why should he be?

You were always fascinated by fashion, even if you didn't have a taste for it or the money to afford it.

But Zemo's collections always stood out for you, you spent many many hours looking at his clothing. His taste and creativity were beyond everything you could ever imagine.

But you will never be able to afford anything of his, working in a coffee shop certainly didn't give you the paycheck of your dreams, if you were honest you barely made enough to live but you dreamed big.

You let out a long sigh as you were getting ready to close the store finally. A long shift and you were the only one remaining to close it all up.

Just as you were sweeping the floors, a man came rushing in, he was heaving, he clearly had a run, but who would run in a suit like that?

"We are cl-"

"PLEASE! I need a double espresso urgently."

"Sorry, Sir."

"I NEED that coffee or my boss will kill me! Please! I pay extra, double, triple whatever but I need that coffee." he was desperate, probably a new started who was trying to impress their boss.

"Okay." you ended up saying. "But! This is the first and only time! You have to come next time during open hours!"

"Thank you! THANK YOU!"

You made the coffee as best as you could in your tired state before handing it to him.

He really did leave a nice tip for you and was soon out the door, running.

You shook your head and closed up.

The next day, everything went normally. Customers came, left, some leaving you nice tips.

Then, when you stood behind the bar, he arrived again.

"Hello. Coming this time during normal hours." he laughed lightly. "Look my boss really liked the coffee you made for him, so I'll have to come here regularly from now on, maybe even more than once a day. So, I'll always order the same, double espresso, like you made yesterday and for me a cappuccino."

And just like he said, he came to the store every morning at 7:50 sharp, ordered the same thing every time and occasionally, he arrived in the afternoon.

"I do see why Boss likes your coffee, the cappuccino you made for me was amazing."

He was your first regular customer. He told you he worked for a big company and had a husband and a german shepherd. He was talkative as if he didn't have anyone to talk to about these things during the day.

Then, one day, he didn't come in the morning.

It was strange coming from someone sharp.

But, you went on with your day, and just as you were ready to close, the front doorbell sounded off.

It gave you deja vu.

"Sorry, but we are closi-" you stopped immediately when you noticed the man in front of you.

Baron Helmut Zemo.

The leading man in fashion, in this little store.

"I didn't have my espresso today, you see my assistant got sick."

That explained a lot, like how he was always so dressed and in a hurry.

You didn't know what to do. To deny him coffee would be a death sentence.

He sat down at a table like it was the most casual thing.

You made him the coffee, just like you always did.

"Anything else I could get you?" you asked as you placed the mug in front of him.

"No, thank you." as he picked up the mug his hand brushed against yours.

He was much nicer than people made him in their stories. Maybe he was having a good day, you didn't want to poke around, so you left and went back to whipping tables and cleaning the floor.

When he finished, he left you a good tip and without another word, he was off.

Everything happened so fast, you wondered if it was even real.

In the end, you convinced yourself that it couldn't possibly be Baron Zemo, and you just moved on.

The next day, the assistant guy didn't come nor did Zemo so you really must have been imagining things.

However on the third day, just before closing time, both arrived.

"We are still in time right?" asked the assistant, whose name you just remembered being Bucky. "Can I also get a slice of that chocolate cake please?" he asked as he ordered while the Baron sat down. You knew better so you acted like a professional and served them both.

And while they talked about work, you cleaned the tables.

"Y/N." you heard your name being called, nearly making you jump. "Can you help us?"

"No need to bother her, James, I know what I want."

Bucky rolled his eyes as you walked over, you looked at the drawings in front of them.

Two beautiful suits, one dark with fur around the neck, white with black dots, reminded you of dalmatians, the other suit just as beautiful, dark green with gold embellishments. Both are similar styles for a very very rich man.

"Which one do you think is better?" you looked at both of them.

"Both look really nice."

"You have to pick." said the Baron and you picked up both papers.

"I like this one better." you said placing the dotted one back on the table. Zemo had a smirk on his face while Bucky huffed. "But it's missing something." you said as your eyes were glued to the paper.

"Boss said the same thing." said Bucky before taking the other drawing and putting it away.

"Is it for a man or woman?" you asked as it wasn't clear from the drawing, your question was for Bucky but Zemo answered.

"It's for me. It will be made out of fur, real fur, but as you said, it's missing something. And I'm not going to the fashion show with an incomplete piece."

Then you remembered something.

"Do you have pencils?" you asked and Bucky nodded, he gave you the box of coloured pencils.

They both watched you as you did something.

You showed them both.

You added red gloves. Ones that were missing on the fingers.

They both went silent. Completely silent and you knew you messed up.

"I-I'm sorry. I ruined it." you were about to place it on the table when the Baron grabbed it and looked at it.

"He loves it." said Bucky. "He always has that face when he loves something.

"Incredible! You have an eye for fashion!"

"I really don't, Sir. I just-"

"Come with me to the fashion show in Rome! I need your eye, your talent is impeccable."

You tried to refuse, you really did. But it was hard to argue with a Baron. And in the end, you had to go. Because who were you to say no?

You told your boss you are sick, so you won't be able to make it for two weeks.

You couldn't believe you were going to miss work, but the nice check the Baron put into your hands was twice as much as you made in three months.

"For your time." he said when he placed it into your hands. And you nearly doubled over at the amount written on it.

"This is too much."

"Not at all. It's barely anything for your time." he said as he left.

You learned he loved to have the last word.

And now here you were, looking into your wardrobe, realizing just how poor you were.

You didn't even have decent clothes to wear to work let alone to the biggest fashion event!

Then the packages arrived.

Clothes, some were so new they weren't even announced just yet.

And a simple note that the delivery guy handed you as Bucky carried the boxes into your tiny apartment.

'Wear these. H.Z.'

A simple message, you couldn't question it. Then you realized you never even tell him your address let alone your sizes to be able to send you clothes.

"Bucky? How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, easy, Boss told me, he had a feeling you wouldn't have any dresses for a fashion event, so he sent me along, you should try them on."

He sat down on your couch sipping a glass of wine.

Just where did he get the wine from? And how did his boss know where you lived?

And again, you couldn't say no, so you tried everything on. If you were honest you were impressed and also happy to have Bucky there, you had a great time.

Then, the day came.

But instead of Bucky, a driver came to pick you up. It was a luxurious car which drove you to the airport.

You didn't even dare to talk to him, but you do remember his name when he introduced himself, Frederick.

He looked like the kind of intimidating guy who was actually really sweet and kind. But you rather not push his buttons.

"Here she is." said the Baron as you got out of the car, a luxurious jet awaiting the two of you. "James sadly couldn't make it, his husband had an accident and he wanted to stay with him. But fashion doesn't wait so it will be the two of us on this trip, I hope that is okay with you."

"Most certainly." you said as he lead you into the jet and showed you where everything was.

You weren't sure why you were even there, because he liked your idea of red gloves? Because you made good coffee? Why were you there?!

"I can almost hear you thinking, how about we do something creative instead of your worries." he thought you were scared of flying. You weren't. But it was a better excuse than the fact that you had a very handsome and rich man sitting right across from you and it made you nervous.

He placed a couple of drawings in front of you, all with women's clothing this time, gorgeous gowns and suits.

"Which one should be the centrepiece of my show?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair, watching you closely

You looked at him for a moment before looking at the table, why was he asking you? He must have one already.

Collections don't come out unless you have one, do they?

You looked at him as he was sipping some champagne before your eyes moved across the drawings.

Was this a test? It had to be. He had to be toying with you. Or it could be genuine, but you had your doubts.

You picked the dress you liked the most and he nodded.

He didn't comment or ask anything, he just simply nodded and left it at that.

---

When you arrived in Rome, your breath was taken away. This lifestyle. This level of luxury that came so naturally for him was something you never even imagined.

You got a room in the most expensive hotel, your room was more like an apartment. The view was gorgeous.

And again, you asked yourself, what were you doing there?

Then the phone in the room rang, and you picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Darling, let's go and get something to eat, you must be hungry from the flight." It was Zemo.

"Oh, sure."

"Let's meet in the lobby, 10 minutes?"

And sure enough, ten minutes later, there he was, standing in the middle like a King in a gorgeous deep wine-red suit. While you had jeans and a shirt on... great. You should have changed.

As he turned and saw you, he did make a face, he hoped you didn't see, but you surely did.

Half of the things on the menu, you couldn't even pronounce, so you stuck with something you knew, hamburgers and fries. It also worried you that you couldn't find the prices.

Zemo got something very Italian. By the sound of it.

It looked really nice, some nice pasta, cheese, but your burger, oh, your burger was everything.

It was so delicious, you nearly went blind eating it. And the fries were beyond this world.

"I hope you are enjoying yourself, is your room appropriate?"

"More than that. I have a huge balcony, I can see the Colosseum from there!"

"Glad to hear that you enjoy it. What about the dresses? I sent you a couple, do you not like them?" his brows furrowed as he pointed at your top.

"Oh, they are beautiful, but I just wasn't sure when to wear them."

"Whenever you see fit. They are yours after all." he said that but he clearly didn't mean it. He wanted you to wear those dresses, it was clear.

"They cannot be mine, they are way too expensive." you argued as you thought he only gave them for the trip.

"I made them just for you, they only fit you." you really didn't want to believe him.

But you went along with it.

You knew better than to argue with Baron Zemo himself.

Later that evening, you sat out on the balcony, taking in the view then suddenly something hit you.

"Did he say he MADE them just for me?" sudden realization hit you like a train.

---

The first day of the fashion show, you felt really out of place. Even with the beautiful dress you had on, you didn't feel comfortable at all.

You were nervous as you entered the car and you were even more nervous when you realized that there are paparazzi.

"Take deep breaths, don't look into the flash and you'll be fine. And smile." Zemo said as he put his arm around you and guided you through the crowd. People were trying to ask questions but he only waved and smiled.

And then, you were inside.

The first show wasn't Zemo's. It was a woman's collection. Filled with colour and texture. Not really your style, but you just sat there, not making any faces. There were too many cameras watching, if they caught you at the wrong time, your life could be over.

"What do you think?" asked Zemo as he leaned over and into your ear. You were in the middle of watching another oversized coat walk down the runway.

"Not my favourite. Everything is too big, it swallows them." you said honestly, turning to him, hoping no one heard you.

"Quite right, My Dear." he said before leaning back and continuing to watch.

About three more collections later, that day was done.

And the fact that you didn't like anything... worried you. Zemo asked every time, how you like it, but you could never say a good thing.

How can someone be exhausted after such a day?

All you had to do was sit and smile occasionally when Zemo introduced you to people.

Oh, the number of men and women who could kill you with their eyes just to be standing next to the man who kept his arm around your waist.

He always introduced you as a friend, but the looks you received from people were not meant for a friend. They saw you as a threat.

But now, you were back at the hotel, sitting on the balcony, still in that gorgeous dress as you enjoyed your view.

You promised yourself that morning that you are going to enjoy your time here. After all, who knew if you would ever be able to make it back to Rome anytime soon or ever in your life for that matter.

"Darling?" the voice came from the room and it made you jump in your seat.

"Zemo?"

"Here you are. I see you do enjoy the view." he sat down next to you in another chair, looking at you, not the view.

"It's beautiful. How did you get into my room?"

"It is breathtaking. I came to ask if you are ready for dinner, I see you didn't change." he just completely ignored your question.

"I like this dress. And yes, I'm ready for dinner." you said as you looked at him, eyes shining but he didn't smile, he simply nodded and guided you to the dining hall.

Dinner was as delicious as the day before. You were a bit more daring regarding the food you ordered.

"Tell me about yourself." he suddenly said. Now you were glad you didn't have any food or drink in your mouth.

Why would he be interested?

But he genuinely looked like he cared, and what harm would it be to tell him?

Not like he really cared, he probably just wanted you to ask the same from him and after you told your story, you did ask him.

But he dodged the question and instead told you how tomorrow will go down.

A three-day fashion event. Was that too much or too little? You weren't sure.

But your second day was much like the first, except it was longer.

The day before Zemo made you promise that you'd wear the pink dress he sent you.

Much like the day before, he came to pick you up in the morning, complimenting you while he looked like a nicely wrapped box of bonbons.

The man looked way too good for his own good.

He sat in the car with you, looking out the window, you enjoyed the view.

"Hopefully today we will see something we actually like. What would you like to see?" he asked.

"I want to see yours." you said without any hesitation.

"Hm, you do have good taste." he said just before the car stopped.

Another day without seeing any interesting pieces. You did see one thing, a kind of duo chrome gown, it looked promising, but the back of it... horrible.

You made a face which amused Zemo. He did notice how hopefull you were and then you saw the back.

And now you learned that Zemo's collection will be tomorrow, the last day, the grand finale.

You were about to get dressed when there was a knock on your door, a woman came in with a gorgeous dress, you recognized it from the sketches Zemo showed you on the plane.

"Miss, Mr Zemo send us as he was required before the show. He sent us to get you there, we have a car ready."

The fact that you had to go alone scared you a tad bit. But you did understand why he would be there earlier.

You felt like a Goddess honestly, the dress was perfect. You can imagine him in his room, perfecting every detail before sending it over to you.

You knew he wouldn't give out anything less than perfect from his hands.

---

"To us." he said lifting his champagne, "To the perfect show." he said as you clicked your glass against his. You smiled as you lifted the glass to your lips.

"To you." you said. "Your amazing collection."

"Precisely." he said and nodded. "Wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Darlin’."

And then you suddenly realized.

It was your last day there, last dinner with him and you knew you were going to miss him.

You'll have to go back to the life of a barista. And you were okay with that. You never expected this to happen, so even the fact that it did give you a reason to go forward.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked when the waitress left after she poured you two glasses of wine.

"Go ahead." he said as he lifted his glass.

"Why did you invite me? What is your real reason? Because I'm still confused by it."

"Beauty is something I always thrived for. I always wanted to achieve perfection. With my clothes especially. When Bucky mentioned this new shop with the kind barista I didn't think much. But he started to mention you more and more. And then I went to see you for myself, you took my breath away. You inspired me as a muse would. Something I have never had. I always worked for myself, but now, now I create for you, Darlin’."

You still didn't want to believe him. You weren't that beautiful, you weren't even thin.

"I-"

"I know you doubt yourself. I see it in your eyes. But there is nothing to doubt. Your beauty is extraordinary. You might not see it, your body, and your curves would drive any man crazy, including me. And your personality, you are shining my Darling. Like today, in that dress, I couldn't stop looking at you. Breathtaking, you always look breathtaking but when I see you wear something I made, it does something to me."

You were not sure if this was some weird kink of his. Picking up unsuspecting broke women and then living a fantasy through them. But the way his eyes shined told you he wasn't lying nor was this a weird kink. Adoration is what you saw. But then, why didn't you believe him? Why couldn't you? Could it be what he said before? The way you doubt yourself, it can be getting in your way.

"I'm not that special."

"You don't see what I see. Do you think I get everyone on a plane to Rome because they thought of adding red gloves to a suit? You are exquisite, and I planned on seducing you. I'm not really good at the love department, but you are special."

Seducing you? Love? Well, the black suit he had on certainly didn't help your situation. He looked way too delicious for his own good. You couldn't think straight.

"Are you serious or are you playing with me? Is this some game rich people play?"

"No game, Darling. I'm serious about my feelings." this is when the waitress arrived with your food. He studied your face. "You do not believe me."

"It's hard to. It's hard to believe that a man of your level would ever be interested in someone like me. I'm a simple woman, a barista while you are the best fashion designer in the entire world."

"Do titles bother you that much?"

"When it's this huge, yes. What will people think? You with me? Me with you? They will think I blackmailed you, that I'm a golddigger or something."

"Don't be silly, Love. I do not care what others say about me. My work speaks for itself. But if you really are not interested, I'll understand."

"It's not..." you looked around, no one was paying any attention. "It's not that I'm not interested in you. It's just hard to process your declaration of love when your face barely moves."

"I trained myself. So I wouldn't get wrinkles."

Of course, he did.

"How can I prove myself? How can I prove that my feelings are true?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"I brought you on many dates. Every day, I saw every lunch, breakfast and dinner as a date. Even if you didn't. Which now I realize you might not have. I should have told you from the beginning, but I needed to know who the angel who made those amazing espressos was. And I really found an angel. I watched you as you worked, cleaned the store when you were ready to close and I walked in."

"I need to think." you said honestly.

"Of course, I never expected you to be ready with an answer. But please know, I am serious."

Rest of the dinner, you spent quietly, eating and trying to think.

Why did he have to look so delicious in his suit?! It wasn't fair.

Your mind couldn't even register that evening or the next morning, nor the flight nor when you stood in front of your apartment while Zemo's driver got your suitcases out. You arrived with more than you left with.

You turned and looked at Zemo.

"Thank you again for the opportunity and the amazing memories." he only nodded once before you walked away from him.

Zemo had a cold heart. His industry and past made him this way, but he could feel his cold heart break into millions of pieces as he watched you walk away and the door closed behind you. He got back into the car and headed home, home into the cold mansion where he lived all alone.

You couldn't even unpack. Your suitcases have been in the same place as you left them days ago when you arrived home.

So many thoughts yet your mind was blank, and your heart hurt.

But why was it hurting so badly? The look in his eyes as you said goodbye. It was as if he was a different person, not the kind Zemo you saw at the shows, not the Zemo who laughed with you as you looked at all the dresses and discussed them at dinner.

It was the cold and old Zemo who walked into your work many days ago.

Today was your day off.

You haven't seen or heard about Zemo or Bucky at all. You figured they were busy after such an amazing show.

You pulled out your phone and smiled as you looked at all the photos you took.

During many days you and Zemo went around Rome, being tourists he guided you through the streets as if he was living there for years.

How did you fail to see the look in his eyes? He took so many photos of you at your request and then you stopped at one.

It was a selfie of you and Zemo. You remember how grumpy he was but you ended up getting a picture where he was in the background.

Then photos of the last show, his show.

You took many photos of him.

And then, as if someone poured cold water all over you.

He was wearing the suit. THE SUIT, with the red gloves.

"You picked this one out." he said when you complimented him. At the time you only laughed it off not believing him.

And you realized your many mistakes.

You were too blind to realize what was happening right in front of you.

You fell in love.

You fell in love with him and you didn't even know it.

Now, the place on your waist where he always had his hand felt hot, burning. You couldn't believe how stupid you were.

How could you ignore his feelings? The way he looked at you, the way he held you and walked with you.

"I wouldn't have anyone else by my side, Love." he said one day and it all came crushing down.

You wanted to yell. Scream.

How could you done this?! Who cares about titles? Who cares about who he was.

All you cared about was him.

The way he looked at you, the way he smelled and the way he cared for you.

You rushed out of your apartment and got a taxi.

Only when you stood in front of the building you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You walked in and the receptionist gave you a look.

She probably had a strong feeling towards the crocks you wore, the sweatpants and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.

"How may I help?"

"I'm here to speak with Helmut Zemo? I have an urgent matter." she gave you another look.

"Sure, I'll call security."

"No, please I'm serious, can you at least call him? Or his assistant? Bucky Barnes? They know me, I promise."

She only raise her brow as security started to walk towards you.

"Ma'am, please." one man said and you really didn't want to cause a scene.

"Please, just call Bucky at least, I really-"

"Y/N?" all of you looked at Bucky who just exited the elevator. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr Barnes we are about to get this lady out, I apologize for the scene."

As the bodyguard grabbed your arm Bucky almost growled at the man.

"HEY, let her go. I really don't think your boss would appreciate you touching her and you," he continued pointing at the receptionist. "You throw people out without confirming if we expect them or not?"

"Sir, sorry but I didn't think-"

"Exactly, you didn't think, but you wouldn't know so, I suggest you do your job properly from now."

"Yes, Sir. I apologize."

Bucky got you into the elevator as he looked at you. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk with Helmut."

Bucky smirked. "Oh it's just like a romantic movie, the heroine realizes her love for the cold hearted man and rushes to confess to him." Bucky said with a dreamy voice. "But wait! What are you wearing?!"

"I was home! what am I supposed to wear at home?"

"You need to change." he said as he pushed a different button on the elevator. "Hair, make up and dress."

And again, you knew better than to argue with Bucky.

About two hours later, you felt and looked like a completely different woman.

"Much better."

"I don't even want to know how much the clothes cost."

"Then don't ask. He's free now, probably in his office mopping."

"Why would he be cleaning?"

"Not that kind of mopping. He is sad because he let you go. SO ROMANTIC."

"Bucky." you said as you went up the elevator, top floor to finally do what you were ready to do 2 hours ago. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You wouldn't even have to say anything just go in, kiss him and boom. Wedding." you wanted to laugh. "Good luck." he said as he stopped in front of a huge door. He knocked before rushing off like a child.

"Come in." you heard his voice inside and you slowly opened the door.

He was sitting in his chair, his back to you. "What do you need Bucky, I told you I don't have the dresses, I don't even have ideas."

"Looks like you lost your muse." you said, your heart hammering in your chest.

"I did but why are you saying that?" did he really not realize that you were not Bucky?

"Why don't you get it back?"

"I told you I-" this time he turned and noticed you. He was, of course, wearing a suit, he look at you as if you were a ghost. "Darlin’? Am I imagining things?"

"No, and I'm sorry for being so blind. I came to tell you that if you want to, I'd like to try... us." you watched as he stood up from his chair.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded as he took steps towards you. He placed his palm against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

A kiss to make sure you were real, a kiss to finally mend and melt his heart.

When he pulled back, you smiled at him.

"You look stunning."

"Thank Bucky."

"Of course."

"But I do want my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt back!" he couldn't even comprehend what you just said. He was way too happy to fully process it.

---

That Christmas, you were already living with him.

You had a rather difficult time finding something for him as a gift, but then you came up with the perfect one and with the help of Bucky, you got just the thing.

You couldn't wait for his reaction to see it.

You smiled as you opened all of your gifts, clothes, jewellery, and a trip to Japan. Everything is absolutely amazing.

"Thank you, Babe, now, it's your turn."

"We said nothing serious." he said motioning towards the huge box you had in your hand which you just brought it.

"I know, open it."

Helmut looked at you and then at the box. He opened it, and then immediately looked up at you.

"What-"

You reached into the box and pulled out the small puppy and handed her to him.

"You can name her, she is a nine week old-"

"Dalmatian." he finished your sentence as he took the puppy from you. The puppy immediately started to lick his face. You smiled.

"You like her?"

He looked up at you and nodded.

"I thought I already had the best present be you, but this is amazing. Thank you, Love."

You pulled out your phone and took many many photos of him and the dog.

"What should be her name?" you asked as you watched the puppy sleep while you and Helmut cuddled on the couch.

"Cruella De Vil." you laughed slightly.

"Of course, you'd pick a name like this." you shook your head. "Cruella it is then."

You leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips as he pulled you even closer before another movie started on the TV.

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