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lies and flights- o.piastri
pairing: oscar piastri x fem! Skyf1interviewer! reader
summary: you two have a moment, the moment ends, and so does something else...
part one | part two | part three | part four
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He sighed as he walked into the paddock, cameras all over him as question after question was thrown at him. He answered as many as were appropriate and off he went, signing hats and t-shirts as he went. He had so much to do, so much to get through before qualifying, yet all he could think about was you. He didnât mean to make it a big deal, he just wanted to take care of you. Youâd fainted, for godâs sake. He was worried about you.Â
He caught a glimpse of you walking in with Lando as he was filming some random content for one of the sponsor's instagram pages, and his mood sank lower than it already had been. You with Lando.Â
Itâs not like either of you had confessed, but youâd both felt the chemistry between the two of you, right? He finished up with filming and followed Tom into one of the meeting rooms, ready to look over data, when he (literally) bumped into you, sending you flying.Â
âShit, sorry,â he muttered as he caught you, holding you by the waist. âMy bad.â
You smiled. âSaving me two days in a row? You should be a bodyguard instead of a driver,â you chuckled. âThanks Osc.â
Landoâs jaw dropped when he heard you call him âOscâ, and a sense of pride bloomed in his chest. Osc was getting the girl! Lando sent him a quick thumbs up behind your back as he also held the camera.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?â Oscar asked, not yet letting go of you. His hands were so warm, radiating heat through your whole body and making you nervous. You had a love-hate relationship with interactions with Oscar. He made you so nervous, no matter what. Your years of media training and professionalism could get stripped back by one small chuckle, one small smile, making eye contact. It was embarrassing. You liked him so much, which was a separate can of worms itself, and he looked at you the same way he looked at everyone.
âMotorhome tour,â you explained, looking up at him. He couldâve sworn he saw something in your eyes, something that practically asked him to make a move, to kiss you here in front of everyone. Then it was gone just as quickly as it appeared, your professionalism taking precedence over your feelings. âMoving on,â you turned back to the camera as Oscar dropped his hands from your waist, allowing you to move on. âTo the driverâs rooms!â
He chuckled as he watched you and Lando run towards the other side of the motorhome, and Oscar started walking again, not unaware of the eyes Tom was giving him.Â
âYou two seem close,â he smirked. âThe shoes arenât a dealbreaker, no?â
He laughed. âWhy does everyone bring up the shoes?!â
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âCongratulations on P3, Judgy McJudgy Pants! How did the race feel?â you questioned. You were doing post-race interviews today, and Oscar had gone from P5 to P3.Â
âYeah, it was difficult but we kept a good pace, Max was just too fast to catch,â he nodded, his eyes staring into yours.Â
âIâm glad to hear, are you glad for the race to be over?â
He nodded, chuckling. âVery glad.â
âThe heat must be something else in those cars, on top of the regular heat. Does that make getting out of the car a lot more of a relief?âÂ
âIt does, but I was more excited about the interviewer,â he smirked. He was not doing this right now. He was not flirting with you on live television. You got the signal that the interview should end and you let out a quick breath of relief.Â
âWell thank you, but I in fact need to interview your fellow podium drivers, thanks for your time.â
Lando walked over, ready to take the mic and he smirked at Oscar. âGetting bold?â
He shrugged with a smile. âWhatâs the worst she can say?âÂ
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"Oscar Jack Piastri!" Nicole's voice rang out as he lifted his phone to his ear. "My son flirting with people on live television is not something I want to see."
He chuckled as he mother continued berating him, and they chatted about the race for a while, before he had to go to the airport. When he walked to his door, ready to leave, he wasn't expecting a knock at the door, nor was he expecting it to be you.
"Hey Y/n," he smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm good thank, you?" you were out of breath. Had you ran here?
"I'm great, thanks. Are you alright?"
You came in and closed the door behind you. "What are you playing at?"
"Excuse me?"
"The interviews, the pictures, everything. What are you doing?" you questioned.
"Isn't it obvious?" he chuckled. "I like you, like, like like you. I thought I made that clear?"
You grimaced and his heart sank.
"It's fine if you don't-"
"Oscar, no, just... it's kind of awful timing and we can't be together, right? That would never work, we hate each other, right?" you rationalised, willing him to agree with you.
As much as he wanted to scream and rip his hair out, he nodded, a flat smile on his face. "Exactly, that's why I was just joking."
You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God!" you chuckled. "Well, congratulations on the win and I'll see you in Qatar, thanks Osc."
"Bye," he smiled half-heartedly, then flung himself back on his bed when you left. You didn't like him back. And what did you mean by 'bad timing'? He spent his entire flight, awake and wondering about what you meant, and thinking over every interaction, wondering if he'd really just made it all up in his head.
But the way you looked at him, it couldn't just be platonic, right?
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yourusername: @.f1, you've been my home for many years and I love you, thank you for starting my career, but also for being my favourite series of motorsports since I was a little girl. But now @.skysports is branching out and I'm moving across the pond at the end of this season to cover @.Indycar and @.nascar ! I'll miss everyone so much, but I am so so so excited to see that the future will bring! 6 races left! (also sad to be missing the historic season that 2025 will be, but oh well!)
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skysportsf1: We'll miss you most! xxx
tedkravitz: It's been a privilege and an honour to work with you. You truly are the funniest person I've ever met. Your segment on Ted's notebook will be thoroughly missed. You will be thoroughly missed.
charlesleclerc: Bonne chance mon amour! â¤ď¸
yukistunoda: who will organise interviews with me and pierre now? đż -> yourusername: I'll ask ted :(
danielriccardo: legend of the sport :) -> yourusername: looking in a mirror are we?
mercedesfmg: we'll miss you y/n! đŠľ
mclaren: missing you already! đ§Ą
user72: guys... has anyone told oscar? -> user21: he must be so upset :( -> user92: yeah his best friend and his crush leaving F1 in the same year.
stakef1: missing you đ -> yourusername: manifesting hulkenburg podium next year
lewishamilton: I'll miss you, but you definitely have to come back for some hot laps... maybe Austin next year? -> yourusername: I'm there :)
maxverstappen: sad to see you go, but i can't wait for all the stories :)
landonorris: FUCK I'M CRYING WHAT I'M GOING TO MISS YOU TOO MUCH PLEASE DON'T GO -> yourusername: IT'LL BE FINE LANDO YOU'RE A BIG BOY
patooward: YAY WE GET Y/N!
haasf1team: our favourite interviewer ever â¤ď¸
alpine: missing you loads đŠˇ
jackdoohan: NO I'M FINE THAT MY BEST FRIEND IS MISSING MY ROOKIE SEASON -> yourusername: I'LL BE IN MELBOURNE AND AT THE LAST FEW RACES!!! -> jackdoohan: ...forgiven.
liamlawson: NO DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE -> yourusername: JACK WILL BE THERE NEXT YEAR CALM DOWN
kimiantonelli: miss you xxx
olliebearman: will be in need of your smoothie recipe since you won't be here to make it :( -> yourusername: I'll send it to you :)
user829: someone check on oscar rn...?? -> user36: fr he's probably sobbing his celeb crush is leaving the paddock for good ->user292: BRO IS IN THE LIKES !!!!!!
redbullracing: we'll be staying tuned to watch shine -> user88: wow a better send-off than daniel got lmao
logansargeant: CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN đđđđ -> yourusername: ME NEITHER
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He stared at his phone in shock.
What. The. Fuck.
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Okay Cal Iâve taken some time and calmed down and now Iâm so very normal about this news. Nicoâs back well isnât that nice. I feel so very casual about that. Just :) so :) normal :)
First theme this round is non-human Buddie!
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-PCA <3
HI PCA! So happy you're so excited for Nico.
In the meantime, the creature fics!
96 for đ˛ (THANK YOU!!!!! That makes me so happy. I'm really pumped for this one. I want to hear your thoughts! Yes, publishing this once it's all done. I have a ten chapter outline!)
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Itâs not for very long. Buck said the appointment shouldnât take more than an hour, plus driving. No biggie. Eddie can handle that. Heâs an adult.Â
He tells himself the fear is that when heâs alone, something will happen. Heâll cover his house in more leaves and turn more and more into an animal until he loses his human mind. His back will become completely hollow like in all his nightmares. He thinks his fears are rooted in pragmatism. But when Buck is actually gone, the truth of it becomes clear.Â
Itâs painful.Â
Buck being gone is actually physically painful for Eddie. He doesnât know why. He gets this ache all over his body. This gripping sense of panic and nausea combined. He can hardly function. He needs Buck to be back. He needs to not be alone. His brain sort of abandons reason and starts spiraling to some dark place where heâs forever shut out from any sort of human interaction forever. Where he is utterly isolated.Â
He doesnât just think of Buck. He thinks of Christopher, hating him. His team at work, thinking he abandoned them. Adriana, missing without a trace. Shannon, dead. He starts to shake. It feels like some sort of withdrawal; or at least what he imagines that would feel like. He needs some sort of company. Anyone. Anything. Most of all, he needs Buck to come home.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door around the time Eddie is expecting Buck to get back. If Eddie was in his right mind, he would know itâs not Buck. He would know the door is unlocked, and Buck can walk in. He would know that Buck has keys, regardless.Â
Throwing aside any sort of precaution or rational thought, Eddie hurries to open the door. He doesnât have much in the way of a disguise to conceal himself. Heâs still wearing Buckâs sweatpants. Nothing for his face. He doesnât even think about it. What he must look like to someone who isnât expecting to see it.Â
Heâs surprised to see that itâs Tommy at the door. Arms crossed, angry impatient look on his face. Tommy, Buckâs boyfriend. Heâs probably here for Buck. But heâs Eddieâs friend, too. Maybe he can keep Eddie company until Buck gets back.Â
Not single thought of his own protection in his head, Eddie throws open the door.Â
âHey, Tommy,â he says. âWhatâs up, man?â
Tommy looks furious and confused. He looks Eddie over, eyes scrunching with confusion.Â
âWhereâs Evan?â He demands. He blinks a few times. Rubs one of his ears. âI know heâs with you and⌠And IâŚâ
âBuck isnât here right now. Should be soon. Do you want to come inside?â
âDo IâŚâ Tommyâs eyes sort of glaze over. Itâs like watching drugs settle in. The anger all but evaporates from his face. âYeah, Eddie. Of course I want to come in.â
Eddie is pleased. Thatâs good. He didnât want to be alone anymore. He can already feel the pain in his body beginning to subside.Â
âCome on, man. Iâll get you a beer,â Eddie says. No matter that itâs eleven in the morning.Â
âIâd love that,â Tommy says.Â
He leads Tommy inside towards the kitchen. He grabs two beers from the fridge. He doesnât think about the tail creating a strange bulge in the back of his pants. He doesnât think of the fact that heâs wearing Tommyâs boyfriendâs pants. He doesnât think of anything and Tommyâs not reacting to anything. It all must be fine.Â
When he turns around to hand Tommy the beer, Tommy takes a step towards him, leaving very little room between him and the fridge. Eddie feels a bit cornered.Â
âUh, hi?â Eddie asks. He tries to give Tommy the beer but Tommy doesnât take it. Wonât even look at it.Â
âEddie, I think we should talk,â Tommy says.
Eddie gets a bad feeling.Â
âOkay⌠Uh, sure. About what?â
âUs,â Tommy says.Â
Eddie coughs a little. âUs?â
âYou and me,â Tommy says.Â
âWhat you and me?â Eddie asks.
Tommy smirks a little. âWhat we could be to each other.â
Eddie blinks. âUh⌠Friends? Friends with someone very important in common?â
Eddie might be feeling a little out of it lately, but heâs not insane.Â
âOh, come on, Eddie,â Tommy says. âYou had to know there was something between us. If you hadnât been seeing that woman. What was her name?â
âMarisol?â He asks. Or Kim? Both? Jesus, heâs a mess.
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66 for đ§ââď¸ (YAY! Thank you! I am excited to reveal my - and Annie's - plans):
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He knows that it changes you. In lots of strange ways, some small and some large.Â
âIâd had an accident not too long before that,â Chimney says. âNearly died, myself. But⌠I donât know. Itâs different for Buck. Especially about Bobby. I think heâs just jealous youâre the new, shiny person on the team.â
Eddie is hardly new and shiny. Buck just doesnât know that.
Eddie nods. âIâll⌠Well, Iâll try I guess. To get on his good side or whatever.â
âI donât think he has a bad side,â Hen says. âJust be patient. Heâll come around.âÂ
Eddie holds onto this promise. Hopes that itâs true. And really, really hopes his suspicions arenât correct.Â
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Things get worse.Â
Thereâs some downtime in the shift. Eddie decides to hit the station gym. Unfortunately, Buck is already there with Chimney. He considers turning around and walking away, not wanting to deal with the guy more than he needs to. But he doesnât want to give him the satisfaction. He doesnât want to be scared off in his own workplace. Not again.Â
So Eddie starts on the other side of the equipment from Buck. The punching bag. He gets a conversation started up with Chimney. They talk about the firefighter calendar, which Chimney wants a spot in. Something Buck doesnât seem thrilled about. Itâs clear Buck wants to win, from all the absurd selfies heâs been snapping.Â
âAre you gonna submit photos, Eddie?â Chim asks. âBe honest, youâve probably got washboard abs under that shirt. You submit one of those classic shirtless suspenders photos and youâre a shoe in.â
Ha. No. Abs? Sure. A shirtless photo? No way.Â
Across the gym, Buck makes a frustrated noise. Mutters something under his breath. Eddie doesnât hear it, but he gets the tone. And all he can hear is the sound of someone suggesting he isnât man enough for the competition. Whether or not itâs what Buck says, itâs what Eddie takes in.Â
So he sort of snaps.Â
âWhatâs your problem, man?â He demands, marching over to Buck at the weights.Â
Buck looks up at him. He seems surprised to have been confronted. Surprised, but not unwilling to rise to the bait. He stands up, gets close to Eddie, peacocking his considerable height. Heâs not that much taller than Eddie, but it sure feels like it, in this moment.Â
âOkay. You.â Buck says, voice low and tight. âYouâre my problem. Your comfort level.â
Eddieâs comfort level? Is he serious? Heâs been doing everything he can to make Eddie uncomfortable. Is Eddie, what? Supposed to know his place? Stay silent and in the background because heâs different? How does Buck even know that heâs different?Â
âYouâre-youâre not supposed to walk in here like youâve been here for years,â Buck keeps going. âItâs meant to be a getting-to-know-you period. Youâre meant to respect your elders.â
âYouâre not his elder, Buck,â Chimney interjects.Â
âI donât know how old you are,â Eddie replies. âBut Iâm not a probie. Iâve been a firefighter-paramedic for six years. But if you have some sort of prejudice that makes you think Iâm not fit for the job-â
âWait, what?â Buck interrupts. âPrejudice?â
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"Bonnie Iâ" You... you fail miserably at not sounding angry. You try to shift your tone, you tried so, so very hard to and maybe they won't believe you, and maybe they will hate you... they already hate you, so maybe they'll hate you more. Maybe you'll upset them, you don't think you really get angryânoticeably angry, anyway. Will that scare them? They're already scared too, aren't they? They're scared of a lot more harrowing things than a typical kid should be (and part of that is your fault, isn't it?)
So you make a promise. Not that you've been any good at keeping those in their eyes. But you don't really care if it makes a difference. You have to draw a line somewhere. They have to know. You speak, sternly, instantly, with every ounce of your body taking offense to their outcry.
"I would never leave you." Not once, not ever!!! Never, never, never!!!!!! But, stars, Bonnie thinks you would though, don't they? Oh, it makes you sick. It's a losing game, your every action misunderstood, it's hard not to bow to your frustrations. But this is one thing you refuse to leave misconstrued.
Above all else, you've never once wanted to leave your friends. To stay with them, that's what you want, right? Of course. Absolutely. Forever, if you were greedy enough to admit to it. That's one thing you've always been sure of. You'd never leave them. And you know you're doing an awful job at that, and that the Universe seems to have placed you in a horrendous conundrum that puts that truth into question. But now Bonnie is here, and you can honor that. Prove it. Whatever you have to do.
But it's so hard to say that, isn't it? To put it into words. How desperately you want to, and have, and will stay with them. It's... it's embarrassing, isn't it? Kind of? You're not ashamed of it, but to admit to it feels like a weakness. You're fine on your own, you've been fine on your own, you think. But the truth reveals itself to you so easily, it warms you to your core... being with them, with Bonnie and the others, it's the happiest you've ever felt, you think. You've said it before, so why is it so hard to say now, when it's needed, when the timing is finally right?!?
It may not be the right words, what comes out of your mouth next. Those words might never leave the confines of your mind. Whether it be embarrassment or fear or weakness that locks them away, you don't know. But you can say something, reassurance, not that you have been any inch of that right now... but, please, you think, let it be good enough this time.
"I'm... staying here." You didn't think you'd have to argue your agency, but you will if you must, "I'm not going anywhere. Just... right here..." You clasp your desperate, clammy hands together and set them firmly in your lap. You don't know what to do with the rest of yourself, being bereft the weight of your cloak just makes you feel more anxious about your every move given the fact you can no longer hide away.
Hesitance takes over. You... you're not going to leave. You know that. You will stay. No matter what. You're not budging on that much. But, when you look over at Bonnie, you find yourself compelled to add a small, desperate plea...
"...If you'd let me."
Their mind is a contradiction. They're angry at Frin. They want him to protect them again. They don't want to get them hurt. They're so mad. They're scared, they're confused. Their mind is going in circles, spinning out of control. But they don't know what to do. The only thing they can think to keep doing is to keep clutching onto Siffrin's cloak.
That's why is comes as a surprise when suddenly there's a different weight to it. Their eyes were closed at this point, too full of tears to really see anything anyway. But suddenly the cloak was no longer weightless, lifted by something. Now it was being lifted by them. Bonnie sniffles and really takes in the situation.
Siffrin had taken off the cloak. When was the last time that Bonnie saw them without it, aside from when they were going to bed? They wore it everywhere. It and their dumb hat was how Bonnie could easily find them in a crowd. He never took it off. But, he took it off now, so that must mean something.
They make a connection, and it's not pleasant. Frin was planning to leave them. It scared them, the reality that their friend, their family, was just going to leave because they couldn't handle them anymore. Bonnie knows they aren't a good kid. They've always been disobedient and loud and full of anger. They tried their best to not be a burden during their journey though. That way that group wouldn't leave them behind at some inn. But now they've shown that they're a big burden and Siffrin isn't going to put up with him. Because they're a bad kid. Because Siffrin doesn't love them enough to put up with them.
They want Nille. They wish she was here. They always do, but the feeling is so much strong right now. They pull the discarded cloak close to them, hiccupping between sobs. Nille would never leave them. She always puts up with them, even when they're always. And they thought that Frin would too. They thought wrong.
"If you hate me so much then, just go! I hate you Frin! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Leave me alone! I never want to see you again." Please, don't leave them. They're so scared, please don't leave them.
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ive literally haven't had a consistent period in years why am i NOW starting to get them monthly đ like pls I was happy having a uterus that didn't work why must you betray me like this body
#ana bllog#ana trigger#tw ana diary#ed not ed sheeran#ana rant#is it obvious im not happy with the period weight im gaining#my cravings are going wild rn#not to mention the gender dysphoria is killing me#like pls what happened to my high amounts of testosterone#body i already hate you why must you make me hate you more
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ENIES LOBBY TIME!!!
Sanji's face here.... he Knows he is going to fuck him up
THAT IS SANJI??? đ¨
Holding them in my hands again....
Sanji struck a nerve there akdjaoajkq
Increible trio btw.... look at the evidence
............ me next please đđť
That is love right there I can see it
What if we all killed ourselves (except usopp is telling her the opposite ajahkdhsakjd)
I need sanji to go insane like this more often.... after the timeskip it doesn't happen as much and I love to see him suffering
This is so funny.... there is no denying to her face card
"It's not like she actually wants to die" well yes she does, but no because you know she doesn't really. It is in a quantum state right now
Luffy is such a menace akdhaksjkaak
TELL EM!!!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!!!
Look at franky worrying about robin.... do not fret luffy is coming and he will NOT lose!!!!!
This is zoro remarking how usopps fear of being left behind makes no sense.... this is so good.....
This is so endearing but it also breaks my heart....
Who is that sultry binch... (I don't recall this attack AT ALL and i'm sure we never see it again)
They botched his bbl.... đđđ
Luffy's face here... he was convinced she wanted to go with them but was compelled to do otherwise but no.... he thought wrong and he can't fight to her.... I've just been staring at this page for minutes like damn.
Nevermind.... this is something your mother would say "you want to die??? Just wash the dishes and you can do whatever you want later"
"If you wanna die, or whatever...." this is so good like he knows what he is doing.... he Knows.... look at her face. After knowing how luffy and ace were as kids this just makes more sense (oda didn't think about this i'm sure but damn does it fit) also the slight manipulation.... look at all of us we're already here and look how we all miss you already... you know that post about luffy being selfish but his selfishness is jusg kindness to others... yesh
Thinking about robin's cinderella lifestyle.... why did her mother leave her with that aunt and why didn't some archeologist take her in?? Because she doesn't complain about anything just like she doesn't respond when that mother accused her of hitting her child without reason... that's so fucked
Alright this is funny (and also true)... I'm sorry fellow women....
*Justin Bieber voice* I like your laugh... dereishi shishishi
SHE'S GONNA ASK HER MOM TO TAKE HER TO THE SEA WITH HER??? LIKE SHE DOES AFTER WITH LUFFY??? MY GOD!!! I just bursted into tears like I got punched in the nose I can't keep going ajdhakajk
I lied i can keep going... but head in my hands over this....
Find out how my emotional stability survives this arc in ennies lobby part 2. coming soon
#franky calling sanji brother eyebrows is too good akdbsksnsk also ily franky#captain t bone.... he got killed tecently.... i forgot who he was until now but he actually cared thats so fucked up.... cross guild come o#sanji going against cp9 by himself.... i shant say it... SLAY!!!! also the cook being mad about being pretty cause he has no individuality.#lucci talking about a little girl being born wrong and needing to die for it TO SANJI!!! OOF!!!#the frog stopped rocketman bc he thought they kidnapped kokoro just like they took tom đđđ this fucking frog always gets me#chapter 377 and franky is in the headline with the strawhats â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ they recruit TWO thirty year olds in enies lobby ajdhaksjks#franky biting spandex head.... yeah... and he should do it more why did he stop biting heads... he got domesticated#luffy is such a menace here like damn.... he is charging thru EVERYTHING!! GET THEM BOY!!!!#also franky is so important in giving robin hope here... like she sees him fighting back no matter what and i KNOW that inspires her...#i am going to say it hina fullbody and jango have a challengers thing going on but without hina being involved physically iykwim#when in action panels the ink just becomes lines... OOF!!! CHEFS KISS!!! MWAH MWAH#completely forgot gear 2 used the shave technique.... thats so cool..... also iron body must be haki then... and finger pistol#i dont think i can do this... after this ends we got thriller bark and then marineford starts building up...#i can endure water 7 sad moments bc everything ends up well in the end but what am i gonna do with marineford.... my god#also dr clover and dr hyruluk and crocus all have smilar plant based hair designs is that bc they are doctors or just coincidence#also robins father is dead and for sure another archeologist or similar.... thats inch resting....#which also like damn olvia and dragon had to make the same choices with their children i am sure. thats so fucked. dragon backstory when#clover knew the name of the fallen kingdom (robonosuke lore??) and also olvia knew some important information the gov didnt know... âď¸âď¸âď¸#SAKAZUKI SHOT THE EVACUATION SHIP???? HELLO??? I DIDNT REMEMBER IT WAS HIM!! (also olvia knew where saul was)#kuzan is sick in the head... he can't bring himsef to kill child robin but he will kill her as an adult... also his beef with akainu is OLD#like no wonder she was terrified when she saw him again. he said live like a recluse or i will end you and she fucking did. THE bogeyman#there are comments saying they hate akainu and he has just appeared đđ JUST FUCKING WAIT#you guys think when luffy realised robin's enemy was the world gov he also realised it was sabo's enemy too.... bc as a child he didn't kno#also pluton was made as a countermeasure for the weapon robin could reactivate... could that be the one that was used in lulusia??#bc i thought that weapon was pluton but if pluton is just blueprints.... this makes more sense... which could also mean the ancient weapons#are a countermeasure for weapons the government already has. and thats why they're hunting them down. to have no opposition#so there must be two sides of the ancient weapons bc they call pluton that but also the unnamed one that robin could activate#so is pluton a countermeasure to uranus (the one used in lulusia i think) but neptune? trios dont make sene but a trio and their opposite d#reading one piece#enies lobby
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How kny men treat their pregnant wife
Pairings: Obanai x fem!reader; Rengoku x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,5k
Warnings: I went absolutely insane in Sanemi's part lmao, let me know what you think about maybe even more kny complilations in the future?đ¤đŤś
Obanai â super overprotective
âDarling, you really donât have to be cautious all the time. Iâm fine and itâs mid-day.â
âYou never knowâ, the man next to you mumbles while positioning himself in front of you.
Since the day Obanai found out that youâre expecting your very first child, he never left your side. Not even at night, when heâs usually out fulfilling his duty as a hashira. And if he must go, he always makes sure that youâre not alone.
âI really donât want to bother you, but Iguro-san sent me here to keep an eye open for youâ, Mitsuri explained with reddened cheeks after appearing in front of your door at sunset.
You sign to yourself with a small smile crawling up your face. You never really realized that your husband is so eager to have a child. When the two of you first met, he acted so cold towards you that you were convinced he hated you after saving your life in your village back then. It wasnât until he showed up at the butterfly estate on a random day and handed you a bouquet of flowers that you realized how hard you fell for that man yourself. Despite his cool and composed walls, despite always staying in the background and leaving disgracing comments from time to time. You really learned how to love the serpent hashira for the man he is: kind, loving, protective and smart.
âWhy are you not coming over to cuddle me instead?â, you suggest oh so sweetly while opening your arms as an invitation.
Obanai side-eyes you up and down, his mind visibly racing behind those gorgeous eyes.
âBut what if I hurt you and the baby?â, he mutters, still standing his ground.
âIâm not made of paper and the baby isnât as well. And also, Iâm carving nothing more than a hug from my husband at the moment.â
Slowly but surely, he finally turns around. As if youâre made of porcelain, he wraps his arms around you oh so gently. Have you ever seen your husband this cautious and sensitive around other human beings? Youâve seen the way he beats up the other corps members in his training sessions on a daily basis. A giggle escapes your lips before youâre able to stop it. Your man really turned soft due to this pregnancy.
âWhatâs so funny?â, he grumbles, his vibrant eyes set on you.
âYouâre too hesitant to give me a real hug and yet, youâre beating up innocent kids during training. Come on now, I said I want a real hug!â
Before heâs able to protest, you press yourself against him with full force, allow your head to rest against his beating heart. Itâs been ages since he last cuddled you the way you always loved it. With your body resting on top of his and your arms wrapped around his broad chest, everything starts to feel like home.
âDonât you think thatâs too dangerous? The baby-â
âThe baby will be fine. I can handle a tight hug, darling. I really missed thisâŚâ
He shifts his weight underneath you and gently starts rubbing your back. Oh, how much you adore your husband and those sweet little moments between both of you. You never imagined to love someone like this, to fall head over heels for a man who is the complete opposite of yourself. But here you are, falling even harder day by day.
âAndâŚyou really think this is safe?â
âIâm absolutely sure it is!â
Obanai pauses for a moment, his eyes almost piercing through you.
âI think you should go and see Shinobu laterâ, he finally presses out.
âCome on, I already told you-â
âThis doesnât feel safe at all. Weâre leaving in just a few minutesâ, he continues while wrapping his arms around you.
Rengoku â the proudest soon-to-be dad
âI made you breakfast, my love!â, your husband announces while entering your shared bedroom in his plain white kimono.
âYouâre way too kind, Kyojuro. You know I could have done it myselfâ, you reply while lifting yourself off the futon.
âOh, let me help you up!â
Gently, he grabs your shoulders and helps you to get up. With your swollen belly, things arenât as easy as they used to be. By now, you arenât even able to see your feet anymore.
But itâs all worth it. Heâs all worth it.
âLook at youâ, he mutters with unusual low voice.
When his hand starts caressing your belly along with that loving gleam in his eyes, you almost forget how to breathe. From the day both of you found out that you are expecting a child, Kyojuro fell head over heels.
âYou look so breathtakingly good, my everything. I could stand here and stare at you all day, little flame.â
It almost seems as if Kyojuroâs already heavy feelings doubled during your pregnancy. Not a single hour goes by without him telling you how gorgeous you look, that you are an angel walking on earth.
Even though you know you gained a few pounds and how swollen your face looks. He doesnât care about the fact that sometimes, you are too exhausted to wash your hair or that you didnât dress in something nice since your clothes started to get too tight.
Your husband adores each and every fiber of your being.
âStop, youâre making me blushâ, you giggle while playfully freeing yourself out of his strong arms.
âIâll never stop telling my pregnant wife how gorgeous she looks! How are you feeling, my love?â
You find yourself trapped in his arms with his eyes all over you again. God, will you ever get tired of looking at him, of seeing those vibrant eyes?
âIâm okay. I just feel a little heavy.â
âIâm so proud of you for enduring all of this. Shinobu already told me this pregnancy doesnât go easy on your body. Youâre a real fighter, (y/n)!â
âA fighter? My body is supposed to do this. Thereâs nothing special about thatâ, you try to brush his praise off, cheeks already turning dark red.
âDonât think about it that way. Your body might be equipped for a pregnancy, but Shinobu informed me about all the things you have to endure and how painful and tiring it can be-â
âDid Shinobu really explain all those things to you?â, you mutter through your hands that cover your face in sheer embarrassment.
âOf course! After all, Iâm your husband and itâs my duty to support you in the best way possible!â, his beaming voice replies proudly.
âAnd I canât wait to meet our little wonder.â
The second he gets on his knees, you see stars. Oh so gently, he pulls your kimono to the side and starts caressing and kissing your womb. Your knees threaten to fail you, feelings all over the place. God, you really donât deserve a loving and caring husband like him, you donât deserve all those feelings he holds for you and your unborn baby so openly.
Before youâre able to stop yourself, a violent sob escapes your lips.
âNo love, why are you crying?â
Kyojuro meets you eye to eye in an instant, his hand carrying away every little tear that threatens to stain your face.
âItâs justâŚYou are too kindâŚI donât deserve your praiseâŚâ, you croak out.
âYou deserve this and so much more. Now come on, I made you mochis with the receipt Kanroji taught meâŚâ
You sniffle uncontrollably in his arms.
Wait, did he just sayâŚ
âYou mean my favorite mochis?â, you mutter.
âOf course, little flame!â
âOhâŚThenâŚMaybe we should get going, thenâŚâ
Sanemi â doesnât even know yet
Fuck fuck fuck.
You stare at Shinobu in sheer horror. This canât be true. Definitely a mistake. A cruel joke, maybe.
YouâŚpregnant?
âTell me youâre jokingâ, you mutter under your breath.
Just when you thought things between Sanemi and you started to get better, than you finally managed to live besides. Calling yourself his wife was never easy, especially due to the fact that he only married you because your family literally sold you to him in exchange for not killing you right on the spot. The two of you never seemed to get along that well.
You swallow hard. That night was an exception. You came home drunk, you didnât know what you were doing when you seduced him, when you began babbling about something as stupid as feelings.
You swore to yourself that youâll never fall for your husband. And now youâre expecting his child.
âIâd never joke about something like that, (y/n). It seems like somehow, you managed to get pregnantâ, Shinobu replies in all seriousness while taking off her gloves.
Fuck.
âHeâll fucking kill meâ, you mumble to yourself.
âMaybe heâll skin me before that, slice open my belly like a fish-â
âCan you just stop?â, Shinobu interrupts you in all urgency.
âShinazugawa might not be the most empathic man walking on this earth, but he also didnât marry you for nothing. Iâm sure everything will be fi-â
âAbsolutely nothingâs fine. Iâm fucking screwedâ, you huff in frustration while yanking up.
Youâre completely fucked. Thereâs no way in hell Sanemi will ever find out about this, not in this lifetime. You have to make sure that this stays a secret.
âDonât you dare to tell him a single word about this, got it?â, you literally threaten Shinobu with your shaky finger pointing at her.
You, expecting a baby.
From Sanemi Shinazugawa.
Without even waiting for her reply, you storm out. Are you able to get rid of this situation? Mindlessly, you rub your belly when a new wave of memories from that fateful night hits you.
âI might l-love youâ, you blurted into the room, Sanemiâs widened eyes staring at you in sheer horror.
âYouâŚlove me? Just yesterday, you told me how much you hate meâ, he clarified with harsh voice.
âAre you drunk, (y/n)?â
âIâŚmight be, yeah. But I mean it.â
Against all voices that begged you to stop, you darted towards him.
Until you sat on top of him and wrapped your longing arms around his neck.
âI love u, Sanemi.â
âI canât believe a single word you say, shithead.â
âWatch me, then.â
It happened so fast you still canât believe it. One passionate kiss, your hands wandering underneath his uniform, his muscular frame on top of you.
âYou really want this?â, he huffed against your cheek, usual so maniac orbs filled with nothing but pure lust.
âYeahâ, you breathed out.
Urgh. You dig your nails into your hair, head spinning instantly. What kind of fuckery is this? Your first night ever and nowâŚyouâre pregnant? As if things between you and him arenât already cringe enough.
âWhy are you looking like shit?â
His oh so familiar voice makes your guts turn. For the split of a second, you are literally one movement away from puking all over his feet.
âWhy are you talking shit?â, you spit at him, shoulder bumping against his as you try to get away from here as soon as possible.
But Sanemi grabs your wrist before youâre even able to think about your escape.
âWhy were you at Shinobuâs? You never visit her.â
âIâm not feeling wellâ, you jeer at him.
âYou even refused talking to her when your bone splatted out of your damn leg. Donât fuck with me, (y/n). You didnât come here for nothing.â
âYeah, I really shouldnât have done thatâ, you snap, violently ripping away your wrist.
This is way too much. Your family, Sanemi, that damned pregnancy. You thought this hell trip was over when Sanemi somehow managed to accept you, you really thought you could leave a rather peaceful life.
God, what a fucking fool you are.
âHey, what the hell is going on? (y/n)!â
Just before your knees hit the ground, you feel Sanemiâs strong arms lifting you back up.
âWhat the hell has gotten into you!?â
âIâm pregnant!â, you scream on top of your lungs.
âAll of this because of that damned night, because I lost my fucking control. Iâm pregnantâŚâ
Sanemiâs arms around you tense up immediately. Fuck, you canât even bring yourself to look at him.
Truth is, you love that man. Fuck, you fell for him harder than you ever imagined, so badly that you canât stop thinking about him. And that night, you allowed yourself to get a taste of him. After all, maybe this was all you need to finally forget about him, right?
What a fool you are.
âYouâreâŚwhat?â
Violently you rub away the tear that starts rolling down your cheek.
âYouâreâŚpregnantâŚâ
âSaying it again and again wonât make it disappearâ, you bark at him.
âIâll be a dad?â
Huh? What is that unusual tone in his voice. Did Sanemi Shinazugawa really soundâŚjoyful?
âYeahâŚâ, you mutter.
In the split of a second, you find yourself devoured in his arms and captivated by his glossy eyes. Your heart skips a beat, mind not able to follow the scene that lays itself out in front of your eyes. He doesnât look angry at all, not even sad. No, he looks as happy as youâve never seen him before.
âI canât believe it. I never imagined this to happenâ, he whispers while grabbing your face.
âGosh, let me kiss you.â
âYou want to kiss me?â, you shriek.
Despite your growing feelings for the wind hashira and those countless secret looks youâve shared with each other, it was always a quiet agreement between both of you to never express any feelings. No hugs, no kisses, no questions. Just living side by side. Fuck, you never even allowed yourself to even gaze at his lips before that fateful night.
And now youâre lying in his arms, pregnant while he asks for a kiss.
âI meanâŚyeahâ, you finally breathe out.
And then his lips crush against yours. Longingly, passionately, filled with so many emotions that you fail to breathe. All this time, you tried so desperately to hate that man, to hide your feelings from him in order to protect yourself. But all it took was a single night and that unexpected pregnancy to make you realize that maybe, allowing yourself to discover your own feelings isnât that bad, after all.
Maybe, everything will in fact turn out alright.
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Thinking about doing one of those 21 sex questions for couples with canon!Katsuki Bakugo aka your boyfriend.
Black!Reader, Virginity Loss Mentioned, Canon!Bakugo, Mentions of Sex, Slightly Smutty, Bantering
He thinks itâs stupid at first. Not wanting to engage in such a dumb activity, âFor fucking what? I already know everything about your body.â
Bakugo was always the type to tell you no, as he was doing it, but this suggestion did take a bit of convincing seeing as he was never the type to be very vocal about the intimate moments with you both.
âCâmonâŚâ You whine holding his strong bicep he had curled in with the other. You almost get distracted by his strength and began lifting your legs to swing on him as if you were a monkey.
âALRIGHT!â He shrugs you off, sucking his teeth seeing how excited you were to finally wear him down. âWhat are the questions, dumbass.â
You both lean on the headboard of your dorm bed and scroll through the several ads and comments to find the section of questions.
âOkay, first question; are you and your partner sexually activeââ
âObviously.â
ââSukiâŚâ
âWhat?! Itâs a dumbass question.â
You roll your eyes and scoff at your pouting boyfriend still with his arms crossed and eyeâing you down and landing his eyes back to the screen.
âDoes your partner know how to satisfy you?â
âWell yes, I believe you do.â
Bakugo blows out his nose and looks away, not wanting to answer you almost took offense and your face must have shown it, because he gestures his hand out to you, âOf course you do, dumbass why do you think we do it a lot.â
âA lot is an understatement.â
âWhat?! Not even you idiot!â
âWhenâs the last time we had sex, âSuki.â
ââŚâ
âHellooooo.â
âAm I answering your questions or the fucking websites.â
âQuestion 4: How often do you and your partner have sex.â
âDONâT SKIP 3ââ
âQUESTION 4ââ
âTHIS FUCKING AFTERNOON WE DID SO WHAT?ââŚ.âYou were practically begging for my dick.â
âI wasnât the one humping your ass when I got out the showerââ
âSHUT UP. And I wasnât humping you Iâm not a fucking dog.â
âGrinding whatever, your dick almost slipped inside from what you was doing!â
âAND?!â
âWe have had sex about 4 times this week. Itâs only Tuesday.â
Bakugo shifts around, cheeks warming up, he canât help it. Honestly, it shocked him how much he enjoyed sex with you, you took each other virginity and through out the time you both were just having casual sex it was a lot of learning involved and it became addictive to him. It started off as him just wanting to learn to be better, but now the improvement is what also motivates him.
The way you scratch his back, the way you cream on his dick, your soft plushy body against his, the faces you make are all because of him. You subconsciously stroke his ego when you do that.
You became his best worst distraction. The main reason it became embarrassing for him is because you brought it out. He loves and hates you sometimes for it.
âThen weâll cool down. I told you to always tell me no if you donât want to.â He deadpans trying to ignore how shy Iâm his body language is becoming.
âWho said I wanted that? I never told you no for a reason. Blondie.â
âDonât call me that.â
You giggle, looking back at the dimly lit screen to scroll for more questions, âWhatâs something or somethingS your partner does during or after sex you canât get enough of.â
You wait, turning your head at your Blondie, seeing as he is looking at your first to respond, âLadies first.â
âYouâugh fine.â You sit up from your bent over position and Katsukiâs eyes couldnât tear from yours. In all honesty he was curious to know too. âI love thoseâŚrare moments when youâre directly in my ear and you moan my name, you donât talk often during, but itâs âŚhot or whatever.â
He huffs out a chuckle looking away for a moment, he figured from the way you clench down everytime he does.
âAnything else?â
You pause, poking your tongue through your cheek. âYeah. When you hold my hand when you go down on me, you always act like I would hate your sweat on your hands when I really love it.â
âBecause youâre gross.â
âOh shut up!â
ââŚ.what else.â
His voice grew soft. You didnât want to tease him about it, but you also loved when he became attentive to what you said, you knew by the twinkle in his eye he wants to know more, mainly because he definitely will be doing all those things you love even more now.
âI love when you slap my ass. It hurts in a good way.â
âI do too. Next time I might land an explosion on itââ
âYou bet not, you damn pervert.â
âShut up, what else.â
ââŚumâŚ.itâs embarrassing.â
âJust fucking tell me itâs just us.â
ââŚ.When you clean me up after, yâknow either with a towel or in the bath. And sometimes in the bath it lead to you to âŚâ
âToâŚ?â
âFinger me.â
You notice the curl in his lip, itâs kinda hot to him how youâre admitting all of this. He wants to pry more, but from your embarrassment he will spare youâŚfor now.
âWell, I guess I like how you get so clingy when youâre cumming. Itâs hot. You act like a fucking koala and you just wonât let go of me.â
âJust LikeâŚ?â
âTch.â
You teased him, you knew that word love is still hard for him to say, and you both knew what he meant, but it was worth a try to get him to say it.
âI âŚ.enjoy when you demand what you want. Like the other day when you told me to lay back so you can ride my thigh.â
ââŚ.â You couldnât say much but smile and feel shy. Honestly it was something you were terrified to do because who on earth tells Katsuki what to do?
âGood. Glad yâliked it.â
âDonât make it a regular occurrence though you not in charge here.â
âShut up!â
âAlso when you kiss me all over after cumming. Youâre such a damn sap after getting your brains fucked out itâs kinda hot.â
âYâknowâŚ.â
âWhat itâs true, dumbass.â
âAnything else.â You sang, seeing his flinch at you coming closer to his face he groans, âThatâs all you canât get enough of?â
âTchâŚI ainât telling you all of âem.â
âIt would take all night.â
Bakugo prayed you wouldnât hear that last part, but you did. Knowing he would probably walk out the room, so you donât tease him, âOne more. Just one more.â
For the first time in a while you seen conflict in his eyes, also similar to when you first asked him if he was ready to have sex with you.
The silence was loud, not awkward but it was enough to make you want to move on until he spokeâ-
âThe way you trust me.â
ââŚâ
âYou let me inside you, touch you, and all that mushy shit we have read in those books and knowing you let me is fuckingâŚhot or whatever.â
ââŚ.â
âI say bend over you do it, I make you say my name and you do it, I say on your knees you do itâŚ.you justâŚ.trust that Iâm ganna take care of you. Like you depend on me.â
You still didnât have much to say, you realized being dependent on Katsuki was something he always took pride in. He may âcomplainâ, but deep down he loves knowing he is the only one that sees you at your most vulnerable.
Bakugo hates the silence, throwing up all of that love knowing damn well he struggles to even say the word, he groans uncomfortably, âFucking say somethingââ
You lean over to him, lips crashing gently with his, you taste the minty mess of his breath as he slides his tongue inside your mouth, a natural reflex he has a habit of doing whenever you two kiss.
âOf course I trust you. Youâre Katsuki.â
His eyes widen for a second before pulling away, âThe hell thats supposed to mean.â He says light heartily .
ââMeans youâre worth trustingâŚ.I hope you trust me too.â
You idiot. If only you knew he trusts his life with you.
You stretch back on the headboard and exhale and ease the tension, âBeen knowing you and âZuzu since elementary of course I grew to trust you.â
Bakugo groans at the mention of Deku and that damn nickname. âWhatever.â He blushes. âWhat are the other questions.â
âOh so noooowwww you wanna knowâ-â
âWHAT ARE THEY?!â
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Aventurine doesn't like being understood, but he does like understanding other people. It is essential for manipulation, for scheming, for control. And he likes controlling you especiallyâfor keeping you close but your heart a comfortable distance away, for opening your legs when he wants the pleasure of your body, for playing your emotions however he needs. And the day will come when that skill will be invaluableâthe day when he must die without shattering you. (Or: You are the only person in the universe who understands Aventurine in his mother tongue. He often regrets teaching it to you.)
5k words. gender neutral reader, established relationship, angst, non-graphic sex (reader bottoms, anatomy neutral), themes of cultural loss, references to slavery, aventurineâs canonically implied desire to die. MDNI.
Aventurine cannot lie in Avgin.
Deception does not come easily to him in his mother tongue. His command of it is too weakâand too kind. The universe was a different place in the days when his life was coloured by the warble of Avgin dialect. It felt simpler, partly because he was a child and partly because Sigonia was yet untouched by outsiders. There were no corporations, no casinos, no commodity codes. His entire world was sand, desert, mother, sister, father (or more oftenâghost), goddess, tent, wagon, luck, sin, rain, blessing, Avgin.
Katican.
Aventurine is sure that he knew more than just those words. He was fluent as a child. He had conversations with his sister that were complex enough to make his heart hurt, though perhaps his heart was just constantly aching anyway. But the rest of his early words escapes him. He could maybe dredge them up if he thinks long enough, but he also isn't sure if his tongue and lips could form the shape of them anymore. Sometimes he still counts in Avgin, memorises phone numbers in it, but he doesnât remember the last time he actually strung together a full sentence in the language.
When Aventurine was first stolen into slavery (a word that he had not known as a child, and still doesn't know in Avgin), he wasnât given a Synesthesia Beacon. He had to rely on his ears and his wits, deciphering the harsh edges of the Katican dialect and then the strange garble of Interastral Standard Language. By the time he had a Beacon installed, it was already translating all speech into Standardâhis dominant language.
Sometimes he feels a little aggrieved by it, but at least it wasn't Katican. He'd have blown out his brains if it were.
But it is easy to console himself: Avgin is not a useful language anyway. Dead languages have no value, and the Avgin dialect was killed along with its people. You canât perform commerce in a dead language, can't negotiate contracts, can't enter a gambling den and use your silver tongue to rob people blind. You can't use a dead language to fell governments and extract resources; you can't use a dead language to bring an entire planet to its knees. You canât use a dead language to gamble your life; you can't use it to save yourself from the gallows.
You cannot deceive people in a language that is defined by sand, sister, goddess, ghost.
Aventurine cannot lie in Avgin. His command of it is too weak, and there is no one left to which he can lie, anyway.
When you ask Aventurine to teach you his first language, he gives you an amused look.
âWhy Avgin?â he asks. âNo one speaks it anymore. I can teach you Common Sigonian if youâd like. Or we could learn Xianzhounese together. Maybe Intellitron code? I know a little.â
âYou speak Avgin,â you argue.
âNot often,â he says. âAnd badly when I do.â
âBut it's still your language. And I want to understand you.â
Aventurine has to stop himself from laughing. Understand him? He hates being understood. When people understand him, it makes him predictable. And unlikeable. Hardly a position from which he can manipulate people in.
You understand him well enough to know that.
âYou'll have to give me a better reason than that,â he says neatly. âMake it worth my while. Reward me.â
You look at him as you ponder, your eyes lingering on his. Perhaps trying to read him, though he prefers to think you're just enjoying the sight of them.
âIâll teach you my language as well?â
âYou meanâyou'll reward my hard labour with more work?â he says, lighthearted.
You frown at him despite the joke. âYou don't want to understand me better than what a Synesthesia Beacon would allow?â He blinks, pausing. âItâll be convenient too. We can talk shit about other people in public and no one will understand us.â
Aventurine considers you. He doesn't like being understood, but he does like understanding other people. It is essential for manipulation, for scheming, for control. And he likes controlling you especiallyâfor keeping you close but your heart a comfortable distance away, for opening your legs when he wants the pleasure of your body, for playing your emotions however he needs. And the day will come when that skill will be invaluableâthe day when he must die without shattering you.
He also likes the idea of talking shit in public.
âI'm listening,â he says, voice lilting. You lean in, smiling. Sweet. It makes his heart feel something he isn't used to. Something addictive. Something disgusting. He scrambles to cover it with one of the usual tools: humour or distraction or maybe just plain old lyingâhis most reliable weapon.
âI'll throw in a kiss?â you try.
He hums. âJust one?â
âOne per day.â
âThree.â
âYou drive a hard bargain.â
âWell, I am a businessman.â
You snort, but he knows you're endeared. You have very noticeable tells when youâre flustered.
âOkay,â you say. âThree kisses on days you teach me.â
âDeal.â
Aventurine remembers more Avgin than he thought he would.
It comes to him slowly, painstakingly. You aren't interested in structured lessons, and he wouldn't be able to provide them anyway. He has a nonexistent grasp of grammar aside from this sounds right and that sounds strange, and Avgin dialect is both so niche and so dead that no textbooks are available. The scholars have abandoned the language as much as the politicians abandoned its people. Aventurine only has you, his fragmented memory, and whatever questions come to mind as you live out your days with him.
Mostly, you ask him about basic vocabulary. Sometimes you ask him to repeat sentences from your conversations in Avgin, like heâs some kind of multilingual parrot. Each prompt forces him to wade through the fog in his mind, the one thatâs been shrouding his childhood memories until now. He's startled at how naturally the old words roll off his tongue: One, two, three, four. Good morning. Good evening. Good night. Sweet dreams. Five, six, seven, eight. You're lying to me. Why do you always lie to me? I don't know what you're talking about. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Welcome home. Have you eaten? Have some bread. I made you stew. Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty. That was dangerous. I thought you wouldn't make it back to me. Sometimes I think you want to die. One hundred, one thousand, one million, one billion. I'm sorry. Come here. Let me kiss you. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
When you say, How do I ask you to let me hold you, he answers easily. He'd heard the words so often as a child: Let me hold you, Kakavasha. Let Mama hold you. His mouth forms the sounds without conscious thought.
He regrets it almost immediately.
When Aventurine hears it from youâstilted, halting, but no less gentleâhe stops breathing. Let me hold you. You say it all the time in Standard, but it feels different in Avgin. More painful. A strange sense of panic closes in on him when he's wrapped up in you, thinking in Avgin, thinking sand, sister, goddess, ghost. He holds you tightly, like the rags cut from his fatherâs shirt, or his motherâs locket won back from the shell-slashers, or a bag of poker chips beneath a card table, clutched within his trembling grip.
âAventurine, is something wrong?â you ask in Avgin, and he replies in Standard with his usual smile.
âHm? No. What could be wrong if I have you here?â
Lying is one of his greatest tools. Sex is another one. So he says, âI think I'd like my reward now,â and he runs his lips along your jaw, your pulse, the spot over your heart (there's a word for that in Avgin but not Standard, he tells you), until you're laughing. I thought you wanted three kisses, you tease, and he replies, Who said I wanted to kiss you on the mouth?
But he coaxes open your thighs, and once he's inside you, he collects his payment properly. He kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses youâand you swallow his lies whole.
There are some things that Aventurine doesn't teach you. Mostly, theyâre things that he canât teach you.
There are countless gaps in his Avgin. His speech is painfully childishâprobably more childish than it was when he actually stopped speaking it. He doesn't know how to swear (something that disappoints you) and he doesn't know how to flirt (something that devastates you). He doesnât know any words that would be useful for work either: commercialization, governance, stakes, winnings, profit. When you ask him what his job title is in Avgin (âWas senior management even a thing in Avgin society?â), he laughs and gives you the word for gambler.
Then there are the words that he remembersâhas remembered his whole lifeâbut never says. Not to you, and not to himself. He doesn't teach you any prayers. He doesn't teach you any blessings. He doesn't teach you about Mama Fenge, or the Kakava Festival, or how the rain fell when he was born. When you ask him, What holidays did you celebrate when you were little? he shrugs and says, We didn't have any. Sigoniaâs too bleak to do any partying.
Then you ask him one day, while your bodies are spent in the afterglow of sex, sticky with sweat and sweetness, how to say I love you. And he goes quiet.
Love is a cheap word in Interastral Standard. In the language of globalisation and trade, love has been commercialised, commodified, capitalised for power. You say it to him in many contexts: I love this, I love that, I love you. He hardly ever reacts, and he's never said it back. It would feel unnecessary and also cruel if he did: Aventurine has only ever said the words himself as either a joke or a manipulation.
But love feels different in Avgin than in Interastral Standard, doesn't sound like a thing that can be traded or bought. Kakavasha only ever said the word love to his mother, to his sister, to his father's grave. Love in his mother tongue feels priceless.
When Aventurine thinks about you saying itâI love you, Kakavasha, in clumsy, earnest Avginâsomething so painful swells in his throat that he can hardly breathe.
âThere is no word for love in my language,â he tells you.
You blink. âOkay, then what's an idiom for it?â
âThere is none. Thereâs no word or phrase expressing love.â
You raise a brow. âThatâs hard to believe.â
âIs it?â He smiles. âThereâs no Avgin in the known universe who cares about love. Only scheming, thieving, and treacheryâand you can't do those things when love is involved.â
You look at him in alarm. âWhy are you saying that?â You're practically squirming in your discomfort. âI don't know why you think I'd believe such a racist stereotype.â
âItâs not a stereotype,â he says. âI'm not talking about the Avgin culture. I'm talking about myself.â
After all, he is the only Avgin left.
It is an unfair thing to say. A cruel thing to say. After all the laughing and kissing and crying and fucking, after all the tender eyes and gentle words from youâit is probably the worst pain imaginable: I don't give a shit about you. He waits for you to cry.
But you only stare at him calmly, studying him. You brush the hair out of his eyes, seeing them clearly.
âIf you lie to me all the time,â you say in Avgin, âeventually I'll stop believing anything you say.â
Aventurine is speechless. His heart does that addictive, disgusting thing again. He thinks about leaving, but then you say, Let me hold you, and he can't do anything other than obey.
Avgin dialect was once included in the Synesthesia Beacon list of functions. The Intelligentsia Guild added it before the Second Katica-Avgin Extinction Event, when the IPC was trying to get a political foothold on Sigonia via the Avgin people. The language was alive then, with enough value to be included into the Synesthesia LLM by the linguists.
But since the Extinction Eventâsince Kakavasha ran away from homeâthe Synesthesia data on Avgin has been stagnant, a fossil. Aventurine knows because he's subscribed to software updates for certain languages (Avgin Sigonian, Common Sigonian, Interastral Standard, and now your mother tongue). He gets pinged every time there's a new addition for slang, for neologismsâbut there hasn't been a ping for the Avgin dialect since he had the Beacon installed. The live translation function hasn't even been available since the previous Amber Era. When he checks its page on his Synesthesia app, it's very clear whyâ
SIGONIAN, AVGIN DIALECT SPEAKERS: 0 STATUS: Extinct END OF SERVICE: 2156 AE
The complete death of the language has led to an irritating dilemma for you and Aventurine. You keep running into words that he doesn't knowâthis time not because of his childlike speech, but because they never existed in his language to begin with. Ocean, tropical, rainforest. Starskiff, accelerator, space fleet. Stock market, shortselling, mutual funds. Black hole, event horizon, spaghettification. All things that never came up for Kakavasha, but now come up for Aventurine, and the language has not evolved to include it.
He always wants to switch to Standard to discuss these things, but you're insistent on speaking in Avgin as much as possible. He doesn't know why, but he doesn't mind humouring youâpartly because he likes to indulge you, and partly because heâs grown used to hearing the honeyed timbre of Avgin dialect in your household. The place would feel strange without it.
So you start filling the gaps with other languages, filtering them through the lyricism of Avgin. Loanwords, he thinks theyâre called. You take ocean, tropical, rainforest from Amazian; starskiff, accelerator, space fleet from Xianzhounese; stock market, shortselling, mutual funds from Interastral Standard. For the astrophysics terms, you try directly translating themâwith limited success.
âCan't I literally just say âblack holeâ?â you ask in Avgin, and he nearly spits out his coffee.
âPlease don't. That's a dirty word.â He can't bring himself to say what it means, but from the way youâre laughing, you can clearly guess.
âI thought you said you didn't know how to swear.â
âYou've just reminded me how.â
âYou're welcome.â You look on the verge of cackling. Aventurine finishes his coffee and wonders when you're going to surprise him with your newfound vulgarity.
âLet's just do the space terms based on Standard,â he says. Begs.
âNo, that's so boring.â
âThen let's do your language.â
You open your mouth. Close it. Give him a blank look.
âYou don't know how to say those words in your mother tongue either, do you,â he intuits.
âWell, âspaghettificationâ doesn't really come up in everyday conversation, does it?â
âThen maybe we don't need it.â He smiles, senses an opportunity. Smells blood. âHow about âloveâ? I'd much rather know how you say that. I bet it sounds beautiful.â
You give him a long look. Your eyes are vulnerable when you share it: Love. I love you. Heâs fascinated by the sound of it. Your voice is never that fragile when you say it in Standard. It's never so earnest. He repeats it, staring at you, and your gaze falls to the ground. His mouth curls.
âI like it,â he says. âLet's use that. It'll sound nice in Avgin.â
You try to recover. âSure. That works. But back to âblack holeâââ
And the two of you continue like that for days, weeks, months. It feels like a complete bastardization of his mother tongue on some days, in some conversations. Almost unrecognisable. But it doesn't feel bad. Itâs all he has, it's all you have, and when he walks into your home, he starts speaking it without thinking: your bastard, patchwork language. The Avgin dialect that exists only in your house. A tongue that can only be understood by a liar.
And then, one lazy Sunday morning, he gets a familiar ping. He expects it to be Interastral Standard, as usual. The language balloons with each planet that the IPC colonises.
But instead, he opens his screen and freezes.
SIGONIAN, AVGIN DIALECT SPEAKERS: 2 STATUS: Endangered. SERVICE RESUMED: 2157 AE NEW UPDATES: 103 loanwords and 5 neologisms added.
He can't stop looking at the status. Endangered. Endangered, which means dying, but alive. The Avgin dialect is alive again. The Intelligentsia Guild determined it, so it must be true. But Aventurine can't agree: there are no Avgin speakers in the known universe other than the two of you, and what you speak isn't real Avgin. The Avgin spoken by his mother and father and sister is dead; the Avgin spoken by Kakavasha is dead. The festivals are gone; the deserts have been terraformed. There are no wagons; there are no dances; there are no prayers. There are no blessings, and he has no homeâ
As long as you are alive, the blood of the Avgin will never run dry.
His throat locks up.
âAventurine?â you ask. Your voice is drowsy, but concerned. âIs something wrong?â
He looks at you from his phone, a polished smile on his face.
âNo.â His syllables are plain and efficient in the noise of Interastral Standard: âJust looking at details for a new assignment. Itâll be a long one.â
âOh.â You frown. âWill you be away from home for a long time, then?â
He stops himself from swallowing. âYes, I'll be away from the house. For several months, probably.â
âOkay.â Your voice is small. âTake care of yourself, okay? I'll miss you.â
Each word you speak resonates with heartbreak. It always does in these conversations, even in Standardâbut the sorrow is amplified in Avgin. His mother tongue has an inherently sad quality to it, he's noticed. His people have lost so much over their historyâtheir language is one of loss. It's his language of loss. Kakavasha did all his grieving in Avgin; Aventurine has never felt sorrow in Standard. When the language died, so did Kakavashaâand all his regrets with it.
âYou'll come home to me, right?â you ask. It's a beautiful sentence in Avgin. A heartrending one. He feels something that he hasn't known since he was a child.
It's a feeling he has to kill.
âYes,â he says in Standard. âOf course I'll come back.â
This is not the first time that Aventurine has been mistaken for dead, but this is the longest time.
The latest world to join the IPC network was a tough acquisition. It had been ruled by a despot who wreaked havoc on both the people and the planet, and who was too stupid and reckless to resolve conflicts with his trade partners. He probably would have blown up the whole star system had he been left to his own devices. Aventurine had no qualms about bringing him to ruin, nor did he have qualms about nearly dying in the process.
If things had gone his way, he'd either be dead or missing. This would have been the perfect opportunity to do the latter, actuallyâto be freed from the IPC. Free to drift alone, speaking with strangers in strange, unfamiliar tongues. No connection to his past, to the cruel history of his luck, to his commodity code. No tether to his inherently unjust destiny. But instead he's back in your house, pockets heavy with his borrowed wealth, speaking to you in his bastardised, childish Avgin. I'm sorry. Come here. Let me kiss you. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
Your Avgin isâshockingly fluent. He doesn't know how. He can't think about it right now. All he can process is the wounded animal noise of your speech as you yell at him, as you cry. Like an injured songbird, or a weeping child. Why did you leave, why did you lie, why do you always lie to me, why don't you give a shit about me, you spit. Why do you want to die, why do you want to die, why do you want to die, you keep saying. Sand, sister, goddess, ghost, he keeps hearing. Sand, sister, goddess, ghost. Don't leave me, big sister. People will die. Why do you have to go?
âIâm sorry,â he tries again, this time in your language. âI'm so sorry. Come here. Let me hold you.â
You collapse into your mother tongue. Aventurine is both relieved and horrified. Relieved that he doesn't need to hear the language of his griefâhorrified that he needs to hear yours. He's never heard you cry like this. He's never heard you break like this. These must have been the words you used when the soldiers found you hiding in your closet, when they dragged you out of your home. You were just a child.
Aventurine doesn't know the words you are usingâyou've never taught themâbut he still understands them.
You're very malleable when youâre sad; even more so when you're hysterical. Aventurine understands this about you, and he understands how to calm youâthis time in your native tongueâand he understands how to kiss you. He understands that you need to feel close to him. He understands that there are ways to accomplish this other than sex. A normal person would talk it out, have an honest conversation, come to a mutual understanding, and maybe even stop trying to kill himself. They wouldn't fuck you into the mattress while your face is still wet with tears.
But Aventurine is not a normal person. He doesn't know how to have an honest conversation, and he doesn't want to be understood. Lying is his greatest weapon, and sex is a close second. So he kisses you until youâre too breathless to cry, fucks you until you can't think, and makes you come so hard that youâre in too much bliss to grieve. And maybe it's horrible of him, but he enjoys it. He enjoys the way your body takes him in so easily, the way your nails dig into his back, the way you tighten around him when you climax, so wet and needy for him. The way you beg for him in your language for liars as he spends himself inside you: I love you, Aventurine, I love you, I love you, I love youâ
Only because it feels good. This is all only because he enjoys fucking you. This is all only because you enjoy fucking him. This is all it'll ever be, and it'll be this way until he gets to meet his end.
(Some months ago, Aventurine started dreaming in Avgin.
It surprised him when he first noticed it. The last time he remembers having a dream in his native tongue, he was twelve years old and still in chains. And even then, it had become a sporadic, strange thing. Awful to wake up from. One minute he was with his mother and sister on a cool, rainy day, speaking fluently in Avgin as he laughed and playedâand the next minute, he was being shaken awake in his cage, hearing the cruel lash of Katican.
But ever since he's started speaking Avgin with you, he's been dreaming in it. Vividly. Sometimes he's a child in these dreams, and sometimes he's grown. He's always back in the Sigonian desert, among the tents and the campfires and his family wagons. His mother and sister are alive. Sometimes his father is too. The skies roar with thunder and the stellar winds are always harsh, but they always keep him cocooned up in their arms. He's always warm.
Sometimes Aventurine dreams of nicer days. Clear skies, warm sun, cool breezeâall blessings from the Mother Goddess. On these days, he tends to be an adult, and you tend to be there with him. Your Avgin is fluent but strange, filled with funny loanwords and peculiar slang. His father likes the neologisms and starts using themâbut only in wrong ways. His sister finds it embarrassing and keeps apologising to you.
His mother loves you. She loves you so much it hurts. This is how I know you're blessed, Kakavasha, she says, glowing. Youâre so lucky to have found such a kind person.
Kakavasha knows this. He knows he's lucky, and in his dreams, that isn't a bad thing. In his dreams, his luck means that his home is not violently excised from his heart: his father never dies; his mother never dies; his sister never dies. The tents are not burned; the wagons are not destroyed. He is never forced to forget his people's dishes, their songs, their language, their joy. And in his dreams, his luck means that he meets you anyway, without all the loss and the chains and the lying.
In his dreams, he is able to bring you to the desert. He is able to teach you the Avgin he spoke as a child, to cook all the meals his mother used to make, to share with you their coffee and their tea. He teaches you prayers. He teaches you blessings. He tells you about Mama Fenge, about how the rain fell when he was born. He takes you to the Kakava Festival, shows you how to dance, sings to you all the Avgin songs until you're singing back. He presses his palm to yours in prayer; he kisses you in devotion, not avoidance.
Sometimes the two of you still fight, the same fights that you have in real life, but he handles them with honesty. He listens to you. He apologises to you. He tells you that heâll change, and he means itâbecause this world is a kind one, and he has no need to be so cruel to you.
In this kind world, when you lay in bed with his arms tight around you, you smile at him and say, I love you, Kakavasha. You say it in Avginâreal Avgin, not the dialect born from genocide and deceitâand when he responds, there's not even a little bit of insincerity in his voice. Because Kakavasha never became Aventurine in these dreams, so he has no Interastral Standard in which he can lie to you, no silver tongue with which he can manipulate you, no commodity code that inspires his fear of being controlled by you. Kakavasha only knows Avgin, and he only has his sand, his family, his goddess, his home.
And he has you. Finally, he has you.
He kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses youâand then he tells you the truth.)
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Aventurine cannot lie in Avgin.
You noticed this very early on: whenever he lies to you, he always switches to Interastral Standard. Probably he wouldn't be able to do it in his mother tongue. His command of it is too weak, and the words he knows are all too kind. He speaks with the innocence of a child, and children cannot deceive people in the way that adults can. Children cannot perform commerce or negotiate contracts. They cannot use a silver tongue to rob people blind. They cannot save themselves from the gallows.
So Aventurineâs Avgin is defenceless. Vulnerable. So vulnerable it hurts. You are not so vulnerable in your first language because your captors spoke it on occasion, and you learned to lie in it to gain their pity. You told Aventurine that knowing it would help him understand you, but this was a deception. Aventurineâs mother tongue was a language of trust, but yours is a dialect of abuse.
The Avgin language died before Aventurine could be gutted by it; this is why it disarms him so completely. This is why heâs so indulgent and so warm when you use it with him, why he yields to all your requests. Not requests for money or giftsâyouâre certain those are meaningless to himâbut for affection. Let me hold you. Let me touch you. Let me kiss you. He can never say no.
This is also why he loves hearing you speak his mother tongue, you thinkâit makes him feel at home, it makes him feel safe. Maybe it even makes him feel loved. He never seems so at peace speaking any other language, so you try to use Avgin as much as possible. You like seeing him happy. You like it even if it means you need to teach him your own native language in exchange, even when it means you need to hear him say all the things your captors used to say. You don't mind it if it's him. You never mind the harm he inflicts on you, especially not when it brings you closer to him.
It is convenient that he cannot lie in Avgin. You only wanted to learn it in the first place because he talks in his sleepâmostly in Standard, but sometimes in his native tongue. And now that you know he cannot lie in Avgin, you also know he's always being honest in his dreams. Honest when he throws his arms around you in his sleep. Honest when he grabs you so tightly that you bruise. Honest when he buries his face into your neck and whispers prayers into your skin.
Most of the words he says are common ones, the earliest vocabulary that he taught you. But there are some things he's withheld from youâand to learn those things, you had to track down linguists from the Intelligentsia Guild, bribe them with your dirty money, have them give you all their deprecated, extinct data. It felt two-faced, and it was violating, but it was the only way. You already know that Aventurine would rather die than translate his feelings for you, would never want this part of himself understood.
I'm sorry for always leaving you.
I'm sorry for making you cry.
I can't bear the thought of losing you.
Freedom would be too lonely without you.
I don't want to hurt you anymore.
I don't want to lie to you anymore.
I missed you.
I want you.
I need you.
I love you.
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Lightning strikes outside the window just before your laughter reaches James. He perks up, an electric current skittering down into his fingertips. Heâs glad no oneâs around to witness the way he swivels around on the couch to look out the window, searching for the source of the sound.Â
Your key is in the lock a moment later. âAre you sure you donât want me to run up and grab my umbrella?â you ask someone outside as you walk in.Â
âNo, thanks,â a male voice, sounding just as jovial as you do, responds. Without thinking, James stands up. âWhatâd be the point? Iâm already soaked through.âÂ
âSeems like itâs really coming down out there,â James says, stepping into the doorway. You look over as though you hadnât realized he was there. Youâre sopping wet, hair dripping onto the floor and work clothes clinging to your body in ways James takes care not to notice. The man outside is similarly drenched, looking cold but remarkably happy as he takes shelter under the small awning outside your door. âYou alright, mate?âÂ
âGood,â he replies, looking at James like heâs not sure if this is someone heâs supposed to be able to place. âAnd yourself?âÂ
âThis is James,â you say, âmy roommate. And this is Art, we work together.âÂ
âPleased to meet you.â Art sticks out a hand, shaking Jamesâ firmly before retracting back out onto your doorstep. âIâd better get home,â he says to you. âSee you Friday?âÂ
âYeah.â You nod briskly, giving him a small smile as he turns around and goes. James shuts the door after him with a definitive thud.Â
âChrist, love, arenât you cold?â He fights the urge to set his hands on your arms and rub warmth into them. His friends are so touchy, itâs a bit difficult to adjust for someone who isnât.Â
âYeah,â you admit with another little smile (James likes this one better, though heâs unsure why). Now that youâre standing still, youâre beginning to shiver. âCould you maybe grab me a towel from upstairs? Sorry to ask, I just donât want to track water in.âÂ
James is already moving. âDonât be sorry,â he chides as he climbs the stairs.Â
As he looks for where you keep your towels, he canât stop thinking about the thrilled way you and Art had looked at each other. Your ringing laughter outside the door. Heâs happy you feel comfortable enough at your job to laugh and have fun with your coworkers, but heâs a bit hurt that you donât seem to feel the same sort of ease around him. James has managed to coax a few smiles from you since he moved in, and a decent amount of laughter, too, but more often than not it comes with some resistance. Heâll catch you trying to conceal a grin, cutting your laugh off before itâs really begun. Then youâll look at him like youâre embarrassed for being caught in a joyous moment. As if theyâre something to be bashful about, and not something that lightens Jamesâ heart until it threatens to float off and take him with it.Â
He ends up grabbing both the towel and that giant sweatshirt you like, tossing the latter in the dryer on his way back to you.Â
âThanks.â You reach for the towel, but James wraps it around your shoulders himself.Â
âDonât mention it.â He breaks, giving the tops of your arms a couple of good rubs before stepping back and letting you take over. âDo you want something warm to drink?âÂ
Your eyes light up, but then you purse your lips. âIâm fine, thanks.âÂ
James gives you a look.Â
You must really be in a good mood, because you crack easily. âFine, a hot cocoa would be night-making,â you admit, grinning at him again. He wouldnât be surprised if his chest was actually, visibly glowing. âThanks, James.âÂ
âSo,â he asks, hating himself just a little bit, âwhy did Art walk you back if neither of you had an umbrella?â He flicks on the kettle.Â
âHe lives nearby,â you reply. âWe actually walk home together fairly often, whenever weâre both working at night.âÂ
James feels a stab of guilt. Of course, it makes perfect sense that youâd need someone to walk with you when youâre leaving work after dark. He feels stupid and inconsiderate for not thinking of it.Â
âThatâs nice of him,â he concedes. âIâm sorry I didnât think of walking you home before. I could always come and get you.âÂ
A pause. âThanks, but you really donât have to. And please donât be sorry, itâs not your issue to think about.âÂ
It feels like his issue. He wants to think about it. âStill. I wouldnât mind.âÂ
âYeah, but for Art itâs on his way home. Youâd have to go both ways.âÂ
James doesnât care. For reasons he doesnât understand and refuses to reflect upon, he wants to be the one who makes sure you get home safely. Thatâs got to be a typical roommate responsibility, right?Â
âYou forget, I have a car,â he says, pouring the hot water into two mugs. He stirs in the cocoa mix. âI could drive both you and Art, if youâd like. Could have saved you a lot of trouble on a night like tonight.âÂ
âI actually really love the rain.â Your voice sounds clearer, and James turns around to find that evidently youâve dubbed yourself dry enough to walk around. Youâve squeezed most of the moisture out of your hair, but your lashes are still clumped damply. Your face shines. âWe ran because we were worried about our phones, but it was fun.âÂ
âWell, glad your impending hypothermia was worth it.â He starts to push your mug towards you, then pauses. âOh, wait just a second.âÂ
He quickly goes back to the dryer, getting out your warmed sweatshirt and bringing it to you. Your face when you see it makes James wish he had a camera, your eyebrows hooking upward and lips actually parting like heâs brought you a kitten rather than a sweatshirt. Youâre truly in rare form tonight.Â
âOh my god, thank you.â You start to position the hole over your head, then hesitate. âActually, would youââ Your bottom lip goes briefly between your teeth, a flash of that shy girl heâs been seeing less and less of lately. You wrap your hands in the fabric of your sweatshirt. âI should probably take my wet clothes off. Would you mind turning around for a minute?âÂ
âOhâyeah, of course.â James does. He covers his eyes for good measure, smiling to himself when he hears your amused little huff from behind him. Then thereâs the wet sound of some item of clothing hitting the floor, and his smile fades. He can hear your skin shushing against fabric, your quiet breaths, the tiny sound you make when your clothes stick obstinately to your skin just for a moment before you peel them off. James feels somewhat warmer than he did a minute ago.Â
âOkay, youâre good.âÂ
He turns around, and youâve already got your hot cocoa in hand. Your sweatshirt hits at mid-thigh, sleeves covering the better parts of your hands that arenât wrapped covetously around your mug. It takes a great deal of willpower not to look at the clothes piled on the floor and see if your underwear are among them.Â
âThis is really good,â you say, somewhat awkwardly. Youâre looking at James bemusedly, used to him being the one who talks.Â
He jumps back into his role. âI donât know why you sound surprised. It always is, when I make it.âÂ
James leads the both of you into the living room, plopping down on the couch. You, of course, have the option of going upstairs to your room, but he knows youâll follow. You sit down carefully, tucking your knees under the hem of your sweatshirt and resting your mug atop them.Â
âSo,â he says, reaching forward and unsticking a piece of hair from your eyebrow. You fluster but let him, and he smooths it behind your ear, âare you the type of person who likes to stay in and watch films when itâs storming, or do you only enjoy running about in them?âÂ
You hum into your hot cocoa. âI like a film.âÂ
âPerfect, then itâs your pick this time.â You start to protest, but James holds firm. âNo, youâve bullied me into picking the last three. Itâs time to start pulling your weight around here.âÂ
It takes you a bit longer to relent, but finally he gets you to admit to a preferred film. As the intro credits are playing, thunder cracks outside, and an excited little shiver has you bringing up your shoulders. A smile, seemingly unconscious, ghosts over your lips. James grins in response. Cute.Â
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my love is mine, all mine
summary: a glimpse into how wonderful your relationship with jude is and how you guys complete each other.
pairing: jude bellingham x reader
~one~
âiâm jude bellingham,â you attempt to mock his deep voice, while trying to contain your laugh. jude playfully glares at you with his arms crossed against his chest.
âyouâre not funny.â
âi am so. you know you wanna laugh,â you replied, smiling brightly in his face. it instantly makes him crack a soft smile but he didnât want to give you the satisfaction of winning.
âno.â
âguys, heâs smiling! he knows iâm funny,â you poked his side while smiling even harder. the camera crew around you guys laugh at the way the two of you got distracted with poking each other and slapping the other personâs hand away.
âyou guys have to stay on task. start asking the questions!â
âright right, sorry. iâm jude and thatâs y/n,â you waved to the camera as jude introduced you.
âweâre here to see who loves the other person more.â
âno. try again.â
âweâre actually here to basically talk about our relationship. is that better?â jude looks at you with a smile and shakes his head.
âwhatever you say mâlove. do you wanna ask the first question?â
~two~
wining the match by a landslide had taken so much stress off of jude. he played the hardest heâs ever played. the fans from the opposite team giving him and his teammates an obnoxious amount of hate, only encouraged him harder. alas, he can breathe and loosen his shoulders.
jude looks across the pitch to find you with his family. his brother was the first to notice him looking and smiled at him. jude waves him over and jobe gets the hint, tapping everyone else to follow him across the pitch.
meeting in the middle, jude hugs jobe first. pulling him into a bear hug, causing the younger boy to laugh. moving on, he goes to hug his mom and dad. you stand over to the side giving them a little bit of privacy. youâve never been the one to get in the way of his family, knowing how close they all were. not that they wouldâve minded because they fully expected you and jude to get married, with how long you guys had been together. they seen you as a part of them.
âbaby, why are you standing so far? câmere,â jude pulls away from his mom and dad, immediately looking for you. he holds his arms out, prompting you to rush into his arms.
âcongratulations my love. iâm so proud of you,â you whispered into his chest. jude wraps his arms tighter around you and lifts you up, loosen one arm to hook your legs around his waist. your arms find their place around his neck comfortably.
âthank you for being here.â
âiâd travel across the moon for you.â
âiâll travel across the galaxy for you,â jude replies, while looking deeply into your eyes. you smiled and raised a hand to rest on his cheek. he leans his head further into your touch.
âmust you always have to one up me?â
âyes. i would give you the world if i could.â
âluckily for you, you are my world and youâre already all mine,â your eyes gazing from his eyes to his lips. with one arm around your back and the other around one of your thighs that rested on his waist, he smirks.
âand youâre all mine,â jude leans his head closer to you, connecting your lips together. a sweet kiss that never fails to spark a burning desire within you. you pull away before the kiss can get too graphic with you guys still being in a public place.
âi love you so much.â
âi love you too darling,â jude places a quick kiss to your head and hugs your body close to him.
completely forgetting he absolutely still had the mic attached to his jersey. the private moment will be a trending topic for the next morning for sure.
~three~
âiâm ready to shake my ass on this yacht!â you jokingly said, causing jobe to make a face of disgust.
âew i prefer you didnât. donât wanna see what you nasties do on your free time.â
âi prefer you do. actually, can i have a private dance?â everyone around jude groaned and walked away quickly to get on the boat. leaving the two of you to walk by yourselves.
âkeep it in your pants bellingham,â you push his chest with a knowing smirk.
âi canât. it literally has a mind of its own when it comes to you,â it was your turn to make a face mixed with disgust and disappointment.
âyou are a perv. stop being nasty,â you pointed at him and walked away from him.
jude starts chasing you, knowing you wouldnât even have the chance to go far because of his longer legs. he caught you in no time and picks you up, making you yelp in the process, along with nonstop laughter.
âyou know you like my nastiness. stop pretending you donât,â he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your neck.
âi do. just maybe not in front of your brother and friends,â you replied with, in between your constant giggles.
~four~
football season was finally over. real madrid winning the final cup had been a dream of judeâs and it came true. you guys took a trip back to england to visit his family and spend time with them. unfortunately, the time zone was messing with your sleep. finding yourself restless, you looked to your boyfriend and gaze over his sleeping figure.
âjude,â you poked his shoulder with a whisper. the sleeping boy didnât move an inch.
âbabe,â you shook his shoulder a little harder and jude hummed softly to you in acknowledgment. still he wasnât fully awake.
âi canât sleep.â
âdarling itâs like three in the morning,â the roughness of his sleep voice stirred up something within you. curse your boyfriend for being so hot even when heâs half asleep.
âi know, iâm sorry. i just canât sleep.â
jude sits up and rubs at his sleepy eyes. the moon light from the window shining on his face within the dark room.
âwhat do you want me to do exactly?â
âstay up with me until i fall asleep?â
the silence was loud as you guys studied each otherâs faces in the dark. jude sends a small smile to you and gets fully out of bed. he holds his hand out for you to take and leads you to the kitchen. quiet footsteps pattering around the wood floors.
âletâs have some tea then.âďżź
âokay.â
you sit on the stool by the countertop as you watched jude prepare two cups of tea. he knew exactly how you liked your tea. nothing in it but the tea bag and hot water. he thought it was weird but never mentioned it to you.
âhere you go mâlove,â sliding the hot tea cup to you and placing himself in the seat next to yours.
âthank you baby. iâm sorry i woke you.â
âitâs not a problem. is anything else wrong or you just really couldnât sleep?â
âno, i just couldnât sleep,â you pout, making the boy quietly laugh. he lifts one of your legs into his lap, rubbing the bare skin with his free hand before taking a sip of his own tea.
âwell luckily iâm really good boyfriend.â
âoh really?â
âmmhm. who else would wake up at the ass crack of dawn?â
âyou have a point bellingham,â you sip your tea to hide your incoming smile. âhave i ever told you i love you?â
âhmm, you might have mentioned it once or twice.â
âonce or twice? woah, you gotta give me more credit babe.â
âwhereâs the fun in that sweetheart?â you give him a dead straight look, while jude quietly laughs some more.
âiâm kidding. i love you more,â jude leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. moving to then place kisses all over your face, laughter now spreading out in you.
ânot possible. i love you wayyy more.â
âugh as if.â
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night out
a/n:Â we back babyyy!!! i haven't been able to stop thinking about these two for fucking months, so i wrote both this aaaaand another part to wrap up their story and get it out of my system.
summary: âI canât believe youâre fucking jealous right nowâŚâ
warnings:Â bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader x ex!peter parker, light smut, readerâs mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, bffs kate bishop and yelena belova, french rave, dancing, kissing, over-the-clothes fun, foreplay, references to public sex, choking, manhandling, jealousness, possessiveness, angst, arguments, brat mode activated (though its totally justified), these hoes are not dealing with their emotions in a healthy way but it's just for the sake of yummy drama
word count: 1993
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âI thought we were just going to a cute little wine bar, not a fucking rave,â you yelled over the music as your friends dragged you further into the warehouse.Â
âOh, come on, babe,â Yelena boomed, slinking her arm around both yours and Kate's neck, âdonât be a chicken now.â
âYeah,â your brunette friend on the other side of Yelena tilted her frame to catch your apprehensive eye, âyou already sneaked out, so you might as well make it count.âÂ
âI hate it when youâre right,â you groaned, your gaze narrowed to a squint as you got used to the warm flashing lights that dully illuminated the club.Â
âThen you must always hate me,â a smug smirk spread across her features before the trio of you ventured further into the crowded space.Â
As the night faded away, you found yourselves bathing in the strobes of neon light as your bodies moved on their own accord, like you were all part of a hive, buzzing together in harmony.
But then when you tapped both of your dancing friends on their shoulders and ushered their ears to lean in close to your lips, you told them, âIâm gonna go get some water,â receiving two thumbs up before you made your way through the crowd to the curved bar in the corner.Â
However, after the bartender handed you a plastic bottle and you tilted your head back to take a much-needed sip, a familiar voice found your ears from across the bar.Â
âAs I live and fucking breathe,â you tipped the bottle back down and glanced down the way at the unexpected figure moseying closer to where you stood.Â
âPeter!â a surprised smile couldnât help but spread across your features, âwhat are you doing here?âÂ
Settling in beside you, he said, âitâs a Saturday night, where else would I be?â
âNo, I mean, what are you doing in Paris?âÂ
âOh, what, am I not allowed to be in your city anymore since the breakup?â he joked.
âNo, of course, you can be here.âÂ
Leaning in even closer so that he didnât have to yell as loud, he asked, âso how are you doing?â
âMe? Iâm good, yeah,â your head bobbed in a nod, âhow about you?â
âCanât complain,â his gaze washed over you as if no time had passed at all, âso⌠can I ask you something?â
âSure,â you shifted the water bottle to your other hand.Â
âYou seeing anyone?âÂ
âOh, wow,â you half coughed, âPeter Parker, king of subtlety.âÂ
âYeah, well, Iâve seen you naked more times than I can count, so I figured subtlety went out the window a long time ago,â he smirked, âso, are you?â
âIâ, uhmâŚâ your eyes averted a moment as you uttered, âno.âÂ
You werenât, it was true. Though the reason for why youâd sneaked out in the first place did have to do with a matter of the heart.Â
Youâd asked your friends what their advice would be if you hypothetically needed to get over someone. They both of course assumed that you were referring to the man standing before you in the disco and not the person who watched you like a hawk every minute of every day. The method they had suggested wasnât a sound one, though one that still found you desperate enough to try.Â
To go out, meet someone else and bang the dude out of your system.Â
âCan I ask you something else?â Peter asked again, ripping you out of your thoughts, away from your bodyguard and back in the moment. As you offered him a nod, he smiled brightly, âyou wanna dance?â
And thatâs how you found yourself in the middle of a crowded dancefloor, plastered against your ex.
It didnât take long before your lips reunited as well, staying locked as you both let your hands wander, though for you it wasnât entirely in the spirit of rekindling something that youâd missed, and more to help you forget about the person who you truly wished to lose yourself on a dancefloor with.Â
âFuck,â you heard Peter groan in your ear and his desperation poked your lower abdomen for the attention you used to give it, âyou wanna go slip into the bathroom?â
âUhh,â you giggled as his lips tickled the side of your neck, âwhat kinda woman do you take me to be?â
âMine,â he smiled, âthatâs who. I know you. A club bathroom is nothing⌠remember Amsterdam?â
âY-yeah, I remember,â your body tingled at the thought.Â
âThatâs also an option, if thatâs the kind of mood you're in,â he winked.Â
Chuckling as he squeezed your tit, you shook your head lightly, âIâm not fucking you here on the dancefloor.âÂ
âOh, come on, itââ
But the rest of your exâs sentence was cut short as a figure forced itself between you two and pried you apart. Â
Instinctively reaching out for Peter as he was forcefully pushed back, your arm then faltered as you blinked up to discover who had shoved him.Â
âBarnes,â a shiver ran down your spine at the stormy expression plastered all over his face, a side of him youâd never witnessed before, âIââ
But he cut you off, only to bark, âout, now.â
âBut Iââ
âDo you wanna walk on your own or should I just toss you over my shoulder?â he glared down at you just before you watched Peterâs hand plant itself on Buckyâs broad shoulder.Â
âHey, dude, donât touch her, back off,â your ex tried to square up to the intimidating guard dog.Â
âNo, no, Peter, itâs alright,â you rushed to explain, knowing full well that your bodyguard could and would put him in the hospital, âheâsââŚâ your eyes briefly flickered up to Buckyâs steely blue eyes, still directed at you, âheâs my bodyguard,â before you let your touch graze Peterâs forearm, âIâm so sorry, it was great seeing you again, but I have to go.âÂ
Getting dragged out of the club like a perp from a crime scene was not the way youâd imagined your night would wrap up.Â
After heâd virtually tossed you in the back and slammed the car door shut behind you, you fished out your phone and swiftly sent your friends an explanatory text while you half-watched Bucky march around the vehicle to the driverâs side.Â
The silent treatment he then served you nearly felt worse than the heated words you imagined tumbled around in his head as he fumed, his knuckles nearly turned white from how fiercely he was gripping onto the steering wheel.Â
But when you finally mustered the courage to break the eerie silence, your words came out just above a whisper, âIâm sorryâŚâ
âAre you?â his eyes snapped up to find yours in the review mirror, âreally? Because I donât fucking buy it.âÂ
âWell, I am!â you threw up your arms, âwhat do you want me to do?âÂ
âNot sneak out like a fucking teenager to get drunk with your little boyfriend,âÂ
âIâm not drunk and heâs not my boyfriend!âÂ
Not taking any of your words to heart, Bucky went on, âyou know how stupid this was, right? What if something had happened, huh? I know you didnât personally read the threats you got back when I first got this job, but trust me when I tell you that if any of those fuckers had gotten their hands on you tonight, youâd be lucky if you were still breathing when the sun rose. This is exactly the sort of reckless behaviour that caused you to need my help in the first place.â
Your mouth then fell open, utterly stunned at his audacity, âoh my god⌠youâre unbelievableâŚâ you uttered breathlessly before hazily commanding, âstop the carâŚâ
âNoââ
âStop the fucking car!â you roared, casting your gaze to him once more till you felt his foot step on the break.Â
As the car screeched to a stop, you wasted no time ripping the door open and storming out.Â
Though you didnât dare to look back, you still heard him exit the vehicle as well and shadow you as you wandered a few paces away, just far enough for you to be able to get some air.Â
âY/n,â you heard him from just a few meters behind you, âget back in the carââ
But you didnât shift your feet as you then interrupted, back still turned to him.
âI canât believe youâre fucking jealous right nowâŚâ
âWhat?â
âWell arenât you?â you heatedly twisted around to face him, âbecause it sure fucking looks like it. Getting all fucking possessive, ripping me away from my ex before I can crawl my way back to him, before I get the chance to feel anyone inside of me but youââ
âStopââ
âIs that it? You just want me all to yourself?â you kept on poking, too blind by your fury to consider the consequences, âyou want it to be you that Iâm so in love with that Iâd make you personalised porn, which would consequently ruin my life and cause me to have a babysitter essentially stalking me.â
âStop!â he took a step closer as he barked.
âUnless youâve already seen the tape,â your feet shifted back, keeping him at a distance, âfantasising that itâs for you, getting yourself off to the image of me bouncing on that pretty pink dildoââ
Your sentence then crumbled into a shrivelled yelp as you felt his cold metal hand seize your neck and push you the last few inches up against the brick wall behind you.Â
His fingers didnât squeeze you in the slightest, though you still knew just how easy it would have been for him to tighten his grip and turn it into more than just a raging warning.Â
âYou done?â he spat as his eyes pieced directly into your soul, âor do you wanna give me more reasons why youâre nothing more than a spoiled little brat, why I should just quit now and not have to deal anymore with what a fucking pain you are in my ass?â
For the life of you, no attempts at offering him an answer were successful on your lips.Â
He scared you.Â
Heâd never scared you before.Â
Both because of the explosion youâd undoubtedly made even worse than it had to be, but also his fleeting threat of leaving you for good.Â
It all terrified youâŚÂ
Though, there was also a different sensation that it awoke within you, one that caused your eyes to flutter down towards his lips, an action that your bodyguard surprisingly mirrored as well as your heated breaths synced up.Â
You had no idea who moved first, if it was you or him, but the next thing you knew, you were kissing him.
With adrenaline still pumping in your veins, you clawed at his broad frame as you let your tongue flicker out and flutter against his own. The steely hand that had locked itself around your neck softened and whisked down your form, mirroring your own starving touch as he securely held you like you were about to fall.Â
However, just as your palm slid down to find the bulge in his pants, rubbing it needily before your fingers tried to seize the short zipper, Bucky took a large step back, snapping to his senses and creating a wide distance between him and your melted form against the brick.Â
His eyes refused to meet your foggy ones as he held them to the ground, slowly catching his breath before uttering, âget in the car,â defeat shining through in his low tone.
âBuckyâ,â you tried, but without success as he then cut you off.Â
âPlease, justââŚâ his gaze fluttered shut a moment as you then heard him sombrely promise, âlook, Iâll make sure your mom doesnât hear word of what happened tonight. If we go now, then weâll arrive before any of the staff wakes up, no one will notice.â
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How theyâd react to you kissing their cheek unexpectedlyâŚ
Boothill: seeing as how his face is the only part of him that could actually feel your touch, something he had disclosed with you in confidence and away from preying eyes.
So the moment you pressed a kiss to his cheek, Boothill melts, it was in this moment where he realised how truly touch starved he was ever since acquiring a new body. It made him hate it even more then he already did for he couldnât experience the joy of holding your hand, having you pressed up against his chest, nothing.
He couldnât feel none of that and he hates it so fucking much.
He hated the fact that he couldnât feel you kiss his fingers or feel you press yourself again his back in a hug, nor the kisses that he could only imagine being pressed there, not to mention the times where you would nuzzle your face into his neck for he couldnât feel that either.
âPlease.â He pleads when he felt that you were about to pull away, desperately grasping at your waist that he couldnât feel the flesh of, pulling you back into him. âSpare another one of your sweetest kisses for me darlinâ?â He asks in dire need of you and your kisses.
âIâd happily give you all the kisses you could ever want.â You replied and Boothill truly believed that you must be a saint or something because how could someone like you be with someone like him? It just doesnât make sense.
âThen weâll be here for a long while sweetheart because I want them all, so donât you go given them to anyone else, ya hear?â He says and you only gave him another lingering kiss to his cheek, making him tighten his hold on you.
âThen shall we get started?â You asked with a smile.
Aventurine: âoh. Whatâs this? Kissing my cheek without warning me beforehand.â He gasps as he holds a hand to his heart. âHow scandalous of you.â
Heâd act like your affection has no real effect on him but the faint blush scattered across his cheeks told a very different story. A story that said that he wasnât use to your tenderness and affection towards him, that he doesnât deserve you nor your love and that hurt you deeply.
âIt maybe scandalous to you but to me, I just want to show that youâre more than worth every bit of my affection, and just know that nothing anyone will say can persuade me into thinking otherwise.â You told him and cheeky smirk upon his lips softened with the rest of his face.
âYouâŚyou mean that?â He says meekly. âYouâre not jokingâŚare you?â
You pressed another kiss to his cheek, letting it linger there before pulling away. âIâd never joke about how much you mean to me, Iâm not that heartless or cruel. I adore you my darling, sweet Kakavasha.â You answered him truthfully. âSo if you allow me, I can show you just how much I adore you.â
Aventurine didnât say anything at first, still wondering after all this time if he was really worth everything youâve done for him, but one look in your eyes and the blonde knew he had his definitive answer. âPlease show me just how much you love me, make me forget about the voices in my head that make me second guess my worth and just make me yours with every kiss.â
Argenti: thanks you for the cheek kiss before reciprocating with one of his own.
You pout. âIâm meant to be spoiling you in affection right now.â
Argenti cocks his head to the side, confused. âWhy should I allow you to bless me with your kisses and not reciprocate them? Wouldnât that seemâŚselfish of me.â He asks.
âNo it wouldnât.â You tell him as you held his face within your hands. âI want you to be selfish and let me smother you in affection without feeling the need to do the same becuase you do that enough as it is on a daily basis.â You stopped to rest your forehead against his forehead, rubbing your nose softly against his own. âSo please just let me show you how much I care for you and thank you for being you, my sweet knight.â
Argenti sighs, allowing himself to think it over in his head. He didnât like being selfish, it felt wrong for him to be self-indulgent when he could be the one giving you the affection, but after some time he has finally come to a conclusion. âAlright, I willingly concede to your wishes my star, I shall be selfish with your love.â
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Finding Batboy
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He just wanted to be Danny. Just Danny, nothing else.
But who was Danny anymore?
Danny was a 14-year-old boy who died in a tragic accident. Danny had a decent life with friends and a sister who he loved. Danny wanted to be an astronaut and loved the stars. Danny had an astrology phase that made him so annoying to everyone but Sam. Danny liked dogs and cats hated him for no reason no matter how much he loved them. Danny wanted to join the robotics club with Tucker. Danny still snuck into his sister's room when he was scared to sleep in her bed.
But Danny is dead. Danny has been dead for years now.
He missed being Danny.
Now he was Phantom.
No past.
No home.
No family.
But if that was true, what did that make Dick?
Just another person that he would have to leave behind. It wouldn't be long. History doesn't repeat but it rhymes. It can't last. It won't.
Danny flew to some abandoned factory located somewhere in Gotham. He hadn't really paid much attention. He just needed a desolate place to land. Somewhere even the ghosts have long abandoned.
Truthfully Danny didn't want to be alone. A part of him felt the urge to find that revenant that he had met. Something that felt familiar to him, someone that could understand.
But right now Danny wanted to rest and he wasn't picky about where. He wrapped his wings in a tight cocoon and plopped on the ground. His sleep was deep, more than he ever remembered having before, except once.
Danny walked through the halls of a spiraling tower that overlooked the Ghost Zone. The tower was decorated with stars and moons. Mist hovered just above the floor creating a icy blue carpet. Ghost sheep napped in corners. The scent of poppy and pine filled the air.
As Danny ascended to the top he met with a familiar face. Nocturne the ghost of dreams. The ghost's thick bridged nose reminded Danny of that of a sheep that matched his curled ramhorns. His red eyes with horizontal pupils reminded him of a demonic ram he had seen in a horror movie once. Danny could practically hear that line again: "Would thou like to live deliciously?"
It still gave Danny chills.
"Please refrain from making such comparisons." Nocturne said, his voice deep but soft at the same time.
Danny had gotten to know Nocturne some time ago. Apparently, he and Clockwork were close. They shared a high rank among ghosts as they were abstract manifestations rather then being that were once living like some. The hierarchy of ghosts was complex, and Nocturne was not someone to look down on.
"Nox, why am I here?" Danny said standing before the seven-foot frame of the amorphous ghost.
"You are spending too much time in the material realm. If you don't get time back in the realm to which you belong you'll go mad. It's already starting to happen. I stole your mind away for a bit to give you a mental break but your body is already starting to break down." Nocturne said waving a finger at him.
"My body and brain are fine Nox." Danny said crossing his arms.
Nocturne picked the boy up with one hand and held him at eye level.
"You are having trouble shifting are you not? Its not coming as easily as it should. The more attached you get to a form without the energy from our world to break it up the worse it will be. The Ghost of Time has already told me of the problem. You must stay here for the time being and recover. It is what's best. Mental weakness is the worst one can suffer and the remedy is sleep." Nocturne's breath smelled like warm milk and cinnamon. It calmed Danny's nerves and made his eyes heavy.
Clockwork had put him up to this. That old man...really was....annoying....Zzzz.
Back in the world of the living and awake mass panic has broken out.
Batboy is currently missing and Nightwing is not handling it well. The entirety of the Gotham Vigilantes team has been notified and is searching the cities of Gotham and Bludhaven.
"Have you searched the docks?" Nightwing asked frantically as he searched every rooftop in the city.
"I'm working on it. Do you really think he's here?" Red Robin said scanning every unit on the lot.
Red Hood didn't know what the BatBoy kid looked like other than the whole wings thing. If his little buddy Phantom could help it would help.
Although they had a slight resemblance Jason could see too many differences when looking at the pictures. Phantom had round ears, and silver hair that moved like fire and looked like a human. Batboy had long sharp ears, claws, pointy teeth, blueish-green skin, wings, and a white fluff around his neck. Clearly, they were different.
Batman searched the dark allies of Gotham as Signal and Orphan split up to cover as much ground as possible. Oracle searched every camera from the past few hours for the boy.
The good news was that Batboy was found. The bad news was who found him.
"Poor little Bluebird lost his fledgling and Batsy is looking for the lost pup. I should let them know that the little guy has been found! Ahahahaha!"
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Cheat Meal (Roman Reigns)
The OTC is hungry for a whole lot more than just good food.
Pairing: Roman Reigns/Black fem OC
Warnings: Smut
Word Count: 2.3k
A/N: Based off Roman's TikTok where he complains about his dietđ
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He shoves the last tiny piece of broccoli in his mouth and dumps the plate in the sink with a resigned sigh. The âbreakfastâ will barely register inside his stomach but itâs the price he must pay to be in the shape heâs currently in, the best heâs ever been in. Even if it makes him miserable and slightly cranky until itâs time for his next bland meal in another couple of hours.Â
Retreating to his bed at the back of the bus, Roman checks the time as he waits patiently for his wife to return from the diner across the road so they can head on to their next destination. Theyâre already running behind schedule with a near two-hour drive still to go. More excruciatingly, heâll have to deal with the smell of greasy, albeit delicious food that he canât even look at, let alone eat.
Minutes later, the sound of her perennially cheery voice floats through the air, followed by the driver thanking her for her generosity, having bought him his own breakfast. As the bus restarts its journey, the bedroom door slides open, and Roman does a double take. The yoga pants and tank top he swore he saw her exit the bus in has been replaced with one of his old t-shirts. Nothing else. The outline of her nipples betray her lack of brassiere and that fat, juicy ass of hers jiggles with every step she takes as she places a tray full of food on the dressing table, the small bedroom instantly filling with the aroma of a hearty breakfast.Â
âSorry babe, I had to wait a little bit for my milkshake,â Elise explains, piling pancakes onto a porcelain plate. âHave you eaten?â
âYeah.â He clears his throat. âBaby, this is not how you were dressed when you left,â he points out, soaking her in as he sits up against the headboard.Â
Elise giggles and settles down on the edge of the bed next to him. One glance at the contents of her plate - buttermilk pancakes smothered in butter and honey, a couple of sausage links and two thick strips of bacon - has Roman salivating. âThat diet is really fucking with your head, babe,â she jokes, as he rolls his eyes. âIâve changed into something comfier. All the better to eat my comfort food with.â
âWhy you ainât eating in the kitchen, then? You just gotta fucking tempt me, huh?â Heâs not sure which one heâs talking about anymore; the food or her appearance. She looks good enough to eat every time, but she looks amazing either dressed down or in next to nothing. Like now.
Of course, nothing at all is his absolute favorite.
âCuz I wanna share it with you. Sorry but I donât have your discipline. Just a day on that dry ass, rabbit food ass diet of yours would fuck me up,â Elise gripes. âAnd donât get me wrong. Iâm so proud of you and what youâve done with your body. You look carved from damn marble. But youâve lost hella weight and itâs making your big ears stick out." She pouts. "I kinda miss my thick neck Daddy. There was more of him to climb.â
âYou still climb me with zero problems. And I canât eat this stuff. You know that,â he laments.
âYou say that while you eye-fuck my bacon.â She picks up her fork, cuts into a pancake and daintily takes a bite before moaning in delight. The warm fluffiness of the pancake, the rich, sweet honey, the smoothness of the butter, all come together in her mouth, textures and flavors melding together as she chews and swallows. "Mmm, this is soooo good," she gushes.
Roman grits his teeth and growls sullenly, âI hate your ass right now.âÂ
âYouâre making me feel bad.â Carefully balancing the plate in her grasp, she shifts around and straddles him, and he hisses at the way her ample backside seats flush on his crotch. Sure enough, she has no underwear on. âDaddy, have breakfast with me. You need to eat more. A couple of bites wonât hurt.â
Roman sighs heavily, smoothing his hands along her thick thighs that complement the rest of her thick body. âYou know damn well I canât say no to you when you call me Daddy.â Itâs not a lie either. Three kids in three years and a closet full of Birkins, Louboutins and many other luxuries are proof of this.
Elise muses over her plate and selects one of the large strawberries topping the pancakes. âLetâs start with something sweet.â She offers it to him, seeing him relax upon realizing itâs something relatively healthy. âEat,â she instructs.
Roman opens his mouth obediently, closing his eyes as the juice bursts on his tongue, some of it dribbling down his bearded chin. Elise grins as he moans in satisfaction, and she makes him eat the rest, his full lips streaked red from the fruit. Cheekily, she places her own lips on his, tasting the flavor for herself, and smiles triumphantly as he makes a surprised sound but deepens the kiss anyway, cupping the back of her neck to hold her against him.
âOh, itâs like that?â he asks when she pulls away, light panting punctuating the air between them. His eyes sparkle with lust. âThought you were only feeding me.â
âIâm multitasking.â Kissing him again, she stabs the fork into another piece of pancake, dipping it in honey and feeding it to him. She loves to do this. Itâs her favorite form of intimacy. Her love language, if you will. Taking care of him, pampering him. Her gestures never fail to stir his heart, as well as other parts of his anatomy. âMy sweet baby. Feel better? Youâre not hungry anymore?â she teases him several bites after.
âNope. Not for pancakes anyway,â he says. The words are cryptic and shrouded in mystery, thatâs until his hand slips between her thighs. At her sharp, indrawn breath, he smiles darkly, flattening his palm so that he firmly cups her sex. âThereâs anotherâŚdelicacyâŚI wanna feast on.âÂ
Her husband is insatiable for her. Always has been, and she loves it. Feeling desired and wanted by such a beautiful, high-value man like him does wonders for her self-esteem and their marriage. But after one passionate, bed-rocking round earlier this morning and little food fueling him, she would think his energy is depleted. âBaby, you should rest,â she tries to reason, but heâs adjusting her already, forcing her to put her food away on the nightstand.
âIâll rest after you come in my mouth,â is his curt, yet loaded answer. And just like that, her resolve is reduced to ashes.
He scoots his big self down the bed until she is seated on his face. Elise barely has time to collect herself when his calloused hands scrape her thighs and clutch her hips to hold her in place. Her body jerks as his tongue finds her folds in record time, lapping greedily. Heat instantly washes over her with a wave of nerves and lust as he works her with that unmatched skill that brings her to surrender. In mere seconds, she is lost in the pleasure, her pussy dripping from a mix of her juices and his saliva, all of it slurped up by his talented tongue.
"Fuck, RomanâŚâ she moans, squirming on his face, her body ablaze. Heâs so damn good at this shit, itâs damn near unfair. It feels like her whole pussy is in his mouth as he licks and sucks to his heart's desire. He tightens his arms around her thighs, his massive hands prying her open for further onslaught. The warmth of his breath, the prickle of his beard, his moans against her sensitive flesh has her mind spinning, prompting her to rock her hips in rhythm with his circling tongue, grabbing her breasts through her t-shirt for added stimulation. Her entire being hums with anticipation as her orgasm builds and builds. âRo, I'm...IâŚoh fuck, Daddy,â she gasps, unable to string a simple sentence together in the state of bliss sheâs in.
But of course, her husband knows exactly what she wants. What she needs. To give it to her, he works harder, incorporating his nose and chin, gliding them back and forth along her wetness, buoyed by the quiver of her thighs as he sends her over the edge. The explosion of her body is of seismic proportions, and Elise slaps her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream, bucking, writhing, whining as pleasure consumes her whole.
Sheâs still reeling as Roman carefully lifts her off his face and drags her back down. His mouth captures hers with a dizzying urgency, exchanging the sweet tanginess of her arousal. They lick and suck hungrily on each otherâs tongues, his hand reaching up to curl around her throat making her pussy spasm with need, so much so that her essence begins to smear the center of his gray sweatpants. Roman looks down at her mess with a proud, arrogant smile, and he lifts his hips just enough to pull the stained pants down his legs and kick them off. He strokes his dick, long, thick and hard, for a few seconds before guiding it inside her.
âGet this dick, baby, c'mon,â he orders, his low, gruff command sending yet another tremble through Elise that he both hears and feels as her breath catches. They moan together as she sinks lower onto him, balancing herself with her hands on his bare, muscular chest. Her hips roll back and forth, grinding on him, keeping him pinned to the sheets while she chases down their collective pleasure.Â
He fucking loves it when sheâs on top. It allows him a holistic view of the body he's been obsessed with since the day they first met. His big hands roam her front, relieving her of her t-shirt so he can properly idolize her breasts, so plump and pillow-soft as he massages them, gleeful at the way her nipples harden from his touch. He then travels south to grab her ass, enjoying the round, supple cheeks flexing against his palms as she rides him. He grips each one possessively and proceeds to lift her up and down on him, bouncing her on his throbbing erection.Â
âFuuuuck...â
âNah, you can take it. And not too loud now, we donât need the driver hearinâ us again, hmm?â Roman taunts, squeezing her left cheek and spanking it hard, earning a yelp from her. His eyes are blown as he studies the expressions on her beautiful face. âMy fine ass, sexy ass wife. Climb me like only you can, baby,â he encourages her with soft moans of his own.
Falling forwards, Elise tucks her face into her manâs neck, her breathy kisses warming his skin as she manages to maintain the pace heâs set for her. Heâs so deep inside her, nearing her cervix it feels like, the sweet sensations amplified by their chests pressed together, his large hands caressing her with so much love and care and reverence while talking her through it with his deep, husky voice and dirty words. Years together and their lovemaking is still as earth-shattering as their first time, and she appreciates it more than heâll ever know.
Roman kisses every part of her his mouth can reach, reveling in her increasing moans as he angles his hips, keeping his dick buried in the ocean of her cunt. âLeese, you feel so fuckinâ goodâŚâ he groans on her shoulder, licking the butterfly tattoo etched on her skin, âDamn, baby, I could stay inside you like this all dayâŚâ
Elise tries to agree with him, but her jaw drops when he bucks up into her without warning, his hands planted on her ass holding her down to take every inch of him. The depth, the intensity and precision of his strokes render her speechless. Her eyes roll back as his lips find her nipples, suckling the swells of her heavy breasts, the wet smacking sounds of his hungry mouth and her gushy pussy sounding around the bedroom. The shit is so good that neither wants it to end, more than content to just remain on the bus and fuck all day long.
"Daddy," she whines, her fingers sliding over the back of his hair, tangling in the long, soft locks as she locks hazy gazes with him. His brows are furrowed, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth; telltale signs that heâs close, just like she is. "Oh baby, I'm gonna come again..." she whimpers.
"Yeah? Is my girl about to nut?" Roman asks, grasping her chin and brushing their lips together. "Gimme that nut, beautiful. Soak Daddyâs dick with your wet ass pussy," he goads her with another kiss, another smack on her backside that makes her ride him harder. Her pupils are dark and dilated with desire, reflecting the passion heâs feeling. He wraps his huge arms around her middle, and pushing up on his heels, he accelerates, fucking her faster, thrusting deeper, until her moans dissolve to broken, breathless cries as she trembles on top of him. Her walls milk his dick greedily and trigger his own release. Romanâs groans and curses fill the room, his body shuddering too as he empties his load, filling her to the brim.Â
With a soft whine, Elise melts on her husbandâs heaving body, both parties spent but immensely sated. An eternity passes before either move, Elise reaching over Romanâs prone frame to grab a piece of bacon and pop it into his mouth.
âGood? There's more if you want,â she asks, watching him chew on it.
Roman sighs contentedly and rests his head on the pillow. âMm-hmm. That's another couple added minutes on the treadmill though.â
Elise giggles and snuggles up against her action figure of a husband. âYouâll be fine. And youâre perfect to me already, by the way,â she assures him.
THE END
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she's not me - JK - FF - ONE SHOT (M)
pairings : ex!jk x ex!fem!reader
sypnosis : He said he moved on, but why does your toothbrush still stand next to his, even when he has "someone new" already?
genre : ex2l, cheating, smut, fluff if you squint
content/warnings : oral(male recieving), smut, making out, bitch!oc, oc is not very nice, blowjob, missionary, lingerie, cheating! jk and oc.
disclaimer : this fic is completely fictional, i do not know any of the idols personally nor assuming that this is how they act in real life. this fic is for entertainment purposes only
People think they know what itâs like to have everything. They think it must be easy, having the world at your feet, getting anything you want with a single demand. Well, theyâre right. It is easy. Easy, effortless, perfectâjust how I like it.Â
And Jungkook? He was no different.
From the moment he laid eyes on me, he worshipped me. He bought me anything I asked for, made time for me whenever I needed him, and spoiled me in ways even my parents never could. He used to say I was everything he ever wanted, everything he couldnât resist. But thatâs the thingâpeople always want you until they canât have all of you. And when Jungkook realized just how much it took to keep me, he broke. He said I was âtoo much.â
I laughed at him. Too much? He knew who I was from the beginning, knew that I donât do âless.â I donât tone it down. I donât bend for anyone. He thought he could change me, make me softer, more agreeable, more manageable.
Pathetic.
So he left. Said he needed space, that he couldnât handle my demands anymore. I told him to go, told him I didnât care. If he couldnât give me everything, then I didnât need him. Thereâs always someone else who can. At least, thatâs what I told myself.
Yet here we areâhim, in my apartment, like nothingâs changed.
I stand at the foot of my bed, my arms crossed as I watch him pace around the room like heâs trying to convince himself he shouldnât be here. But he is here. And that says more than any of his excuses ever could.
âYou really thought you could move on from me?â I taunt, my voice dripping with amusement. âPlease, Jungkook. You know how this works. You always come back.â
He glares at me, his jaw clenched tight. âYou think this is funny? You think this is some kind of game, Y/N?â
I roll my eyes. âOh, come on. Donât act like youâre the victim here. You knew exactly what you were getting into from the start. You chose this.â
âYou havenât changed at all,â he mutters, shaking his head. âStill the same spoiled, selfishââ
I cut him off with a smirk. âAnd yet, here you are.â I take a step closer to him, watching the way his body tenses as I invade his space. âIf you really hated me so much, you wouldnât be here. But we both know why you came.â
He doesnât answer, but I can see it in his eyes. Heâs struggling, caught between the version of himself he wants to be and the one he canât escape. The one that always finds its way back to me. Heâs with someone else now, or at least, thatâs what heâs told everyone. Heâs âmoved on.â Heâs âhappy.â But if thatâs true, why did he come here tonight? Why did he show up at my door, knowing exactly what was going to happen?
Because I still own him. No matter who heâs with, no matter how much he tries to deny it, heâll always come back to me.
I run my fingers along his jawline, feeling the tension beneath my touch. âYouâre still mine, Jungkook. You can lie to yourself all you want, but we both know the truth.â
His breath hitches, and for a moment, he falters. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the fight between wanting to leave and wanting me. But it doesnât last long. It never does.
Without warning, he grabs me, pulling me closer, his hands rough against my skin. Heâs angry, frustrated, but I can feel the need beneath it all. This is what he wants. This is why heâs here. And no matter what he says, I know Iâm still in control.
I donât even have time to smirk before heâs on top of me, his lips crushing mine with a desperation thatâs almost laughable. He hates me, or at least, he wants to. But that hate only makes him want me more.
I give in, letting him take what he needs, because this is what I wanted from the start. He thinks heâs the one in control, that heâs the one making the decisions, but the truth is, heâs doing exactly what I want him to.
And then, just as I knew it would happen, the sound of his phone interrupts us.
His body goes rigid, and for a second, I think heâs going to stop, going to pull away and regain whatever shred of dignity he thinks he has left. But he doesnât. He keeps going, ignoring the buzzing in his pocket as it continues, relentless.
I smirk against his lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, âYour girlfriendâs calling.â
He freezes, his breath heavy against my skin. The phone keeps buzzing, the screen lighting up with her name. I glance down at it, the smirk never leaving my face.
âYou gonna answer that?â
He doesnât respond, but I can see the guilt flicker across his expression. Itâs almost endearing, how he still tries to pretend like heâs better than this. Like heâs not exactly where he wants to be.
The buzzing stops, and for a moment, thereâs silence. But Iâm not done yet.
I brush my lips against his ear, my voice soft but biting. âYouâll really always come back, wonât you? No matter how many times you try to run, no matter who youâre with⌠youâll always end up here. With me.â
Heâs silent, but the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.Â
The phone buzzes again, and this time, I laugh. A low, mocking sound that cuts through the tension between us.
âYou should really answer her, you know. She might start wondering where you are.â I pull away from him completely, walking toward the bed with a casual grace that I know drives him crazy. âOr maybe youâd rather stay here. With me.â
Jungkook doesnât move at first. Heâs still standing there, conflicted, torn between two worlds that are pulling him in opposite directions. I can see it in his eyesâthe guilt, the frustration, the longing. He wants to leave. He should leave. But he canât. He never does.
And thatâs the thing about Jungkook. No matter how much he tries to fight it, no matter how many times he tells himself heâs done, heâll always come back.
Because Iâm the one thing he canât let go of.
I sit down on the bed, crossing one leg over the other as I watch him wrestle with himself. The phone buzzes again, louder this time, as if itâs demanding an answer. But heâs not going to pick it up. Heâs not going to leave.
Jungkookâs phone buzzes again. This time, instead of ignoring it, he lets out a frustrated sigh and pulls it out of his pocket. His eyes flicker to the screen, and for a moment, I think heâs going to silence it like before, but then his thumb hovers over the answer button.
Interesting.
He presses it and brings the phone to his ear, his voice changing, softening in a way that makes me roll my eyes.
âHey, Sewon,â he says, his tone so calm, itâs almost disgusting. âYeah, I donât think Iâll be home tonight⌠Iâm at my momâs house. Sheâs sick, so Iâm staying over to take care of her.â
I arch a brow, barely able to hold back a laugh. Your momâs house? Of all the lies he couldâve told, he picked that?
He glances at me while he speaks, and I canât help but smirk. His lies are so obvious, so transparent. Sewon must be a fool if she buys this.
âI know,â Jungkook continues, running a hand through his hair, trying to sound convincing. âIâll check in tomorrow, okay? Donât worry about me.â
He nods as if she can see him. âYeah, love you too. Get some rest.â
When he finally hangs up, thereâs a brief moment of silence between us. The phone in his hand feels like an invisible weight between the two of us, heavy with the guilt and deceit thatâs been left hanging in the air.
And then, just like that, he tosses the phone onto the dresser and turns back to me. His eyes darken, the softness from his voice with Sewon gone in an instant, replaced by the hunger thatâs always been there. The one he can never hide when heâs with me.
I laugh quietly, shaking my head as I lean back against the pillows, propping myself up with my elbows. âYour momâs house?â I mock, biting my lip to keep from outright laughing. âThatâs the best you could come up with?â
Jungkook doesnât respond. He doesnât need to. The look in his eyes says everything.
He crosses the room in two quick strides, grabbing me with a possessive force that sends a thrill through my body. He pulls me to him, and before I can say another word, his lips crash against mine.
Thereâs nothing soft or gentle about the way he kisses me this time. Itâs desperate, raw, and full of frustrationâeverything thatâs been simmering between us since the moment he walked through the door.
The kiss deepens, and I feel the heat radiating between us. Jungkookâs hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, igniting every nerve in my body. I can taste the urgency in his kissâthe need, the desire, the pent-up frustration from the distance weâve kept between us.
He pulls away just long enough to look me in the eye, and I can see the battle raging inside him. âi shouldn't be hereâ he says, his voice a low growl. But thereâs no conviction behind his words. I can see the truth lurking just beneath the surface.
âyou shouldn't..â I reply, my tone dripping with confidence as I pull him closer. âbut aren't tired of her?â
With a sudden burst of determination, Jungkookâs hands slide down to the hem of my dress. In one swift motion, he tears it away, the fabric ripping apart like itâs made of paper. The cool air hits my skin, sending chills down my spine, but the thrill of being exposed to him makes me gasp.
My lingerie, black lace and delicate, is now the only thing standing between us. I can see the way his eyes darken, the way his breath hitches as he takes in the sight of me. I can feel his desire, raw and intense, radiating from him.
âGod, Y/N,â he breathes, his voice thick with lust. âYou drive me insane.â
And just like that, I know this is what he wantsâwhat we both want. The boundaries of our past and present melt away in the heat of the moment, and all that matters is the connection between us, the electric tension that fills the room.
I canât help but smirk as I lean back, teasingly inviting him to explore whatâs beneath my lingerie. âThen stop talking,â I whisper, âand show me just how insane I make you.â
"take this off, please" i whined "desperate that much? all for cock?" he hissed under his breath chuckling "your cock" murmured breathly.Â
"unbuckle it then. show me how much you're a slut for this cock" he demanded me. ofcourse our sex was always great, no matter what happens he'll always come back to me. i got up on my knees and start unbuckling his belt while keeping eye contact.]
i palm his obviously hard bulge teasing him. "Feel this? It's just for you." he mutters "ofcourse it is" i give him a look "who else is it supposed to be for?" i laugh hysterically, enjoying every moment i'm in control.Â
I slip his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, exposing him fully. His breath hitches as I continue palming him, watching his reactions with satisfaction. His head tilts back slightly, his jaw clenched in restraint, but I can see how much control I have over him in this moment.
"Thatâs right,â I purr, my voice low. âNo one else can make you feel like this.â
Jungkook lets out a low groan, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer, but I keep the pace slow, teasing him. His frustration is palpable, but that only spurs me on. I love seeing him like this, powerless beneath my touch despite how dominant he tries to be.
"You're enjoying this way too much," he mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing at me.
I laugh softly, leaning in just enough to whisper in his ear. "And you're going to let me, arenât you?"
For a moment, thereâs only the sound of our breathing, the heat between us overwhelming. His hand moves to the strap of my lingerie, tugging at it roughly. âTake it off,â he demands, his voice a growl, filled with need.
I look up at him, my eyes glinting with defiance. âMake me,â I challenge, knowing full well what itâll do to him.
The tension between us crackles
His eyes flash with a mix of frustration and desire, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body as he grapples with the control heâs trying to maintain. âYou think you can play games with me?â he challenges, but thereâs a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, betraying his eagerness.
With a swift motion, Jungkook grips the strap of my lingerie and pulls it down, exposing my skin to him. The cool air sends a shiver through me, and I let out a soft gasp. His gaze darkens, drinking in the sight before him, and I canât help but feel empowered by his reaction.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, a hint of pride lacing his voice as he watches me, eyes burning with hunger. âNow, letâs see how much you really want this.â
I bite my lip, reveling in the control I have. I shift my weight back on my knees, arching my back just a little, offering him a glimpse of everything he craves. âYou want me to beg for it?â I tease, my tone laced with playful challenge.
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head as if to say heâs not going to give in that easily. âI want you to show me, Y/N. Show me how desperate you are.â
With a sly smile, I lean forward, keeping my gaze locked on his as I lower my mouth to his hardness. I let my breath ghost over him, the teasing anticipation making his muscles tense even more.
âFeel this?â I ask, my voice sultry as I glance up at him. âshe can never ever make you feel this wayâ
âuhuh- y-yeahâ he retorts, his voice strained.
I laugh softly, enjoying the way my teasing drives him wild. The power shifts back and forth between us, but for now, I hold the reins.
I wrap my hand around him, giving him a few teasing strokes. His eyes widen, and a groan escapes his lips, making my heart race. The rush of power I feel is intoxicating, and I lean in closer, taking him in my mouth slowly, savoring the moment as I begin to work him with my tongue.
âGod, Y/N,â he gasps, his hand threading through my hair, encouraging me to take him deeper. I can feel him fighting to maintain control, but the way he pulls me in tells me heâs losing the battle.
I look up at him, watching the way his face twists in pleasure. âYou love this,â I whisper, pulling back just enough to let my words hang in the air between us.
âDonât stop,â he growls, the command wrapped in desperation. âYou know I canât resist you.â
I smile, knowing Iâve pushed him just where I want him. The thrill of our back-and-forth dance adds another layer of heat to the moment, and I relish in the chaos weâve created.
With renewed determination, I take him deeper again, swirling my tongue around him while my hands continue to work his length. The sounds he makes spur me on, igniting the fire within me, and I can feel my own body responding to the thrill of the moment.
âGod, Y/N, i-i'm cummingâ he admits, breathless and raw, his eyes wild with need.
I pull away slightly, my lips glistening. âThen donât. Let go,â I encourage, my voice low and sultry. âI want to see just how far youâll go for me.â
His breath catches at my words, and I can see the battle within him intensifying. Jungkook's eyes darken with a mix of desire and urgency, the tension crackling between us as I watch him teeter on the edge of control.
âYouâre insane,â he mutters, his voice rough. âDo you know that?â
âMaybe,â I tease, a playful smirk on my lips. âBut you love it.â
Before I can say anything else, he grips my hair tightly, pulling me back up to meet his gaze. The sudden shift catches me off guard, but thereâs a wild glint in his eyes that sends a thrill down my spine.
âI want you, Y/N,â he growls, and itâs a statement, not a request. âNow.â
With that, he shoves me back onto the bed, his hands exploring my body with urgency. The way he caresses me is both rough and tender, his touch igniting every nerve ending as he hungrily takes in the sight of me beneath him. I feel alive, electric under his gaze.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, his voice low and laced with a possessive edge. âSo fucking perfect.â
As he leans down to kiss me again, his lips find mine with a fierce hunger. I feel myself melting into him, our bodies pressing together, a collision of heat and desire. Itâs intoxicating, and I canât help but lose myself in the moment, all thoughts of Sewon and the outside world slipping away.
âPlease, Jungkook,â I whimper, the need pooling within me, begging for release. âI need you.â
He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine, as if gauging my sincerity. âYou really want this?â he asks, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone. âAfter everything?â
I nod, desperation spilling over. âYou know I do. You always come back to me, Jungkook. We canât fight this.â
He grits his teeth, his grip on me tightening. âYouâre right. I canât fight it.â
And just like that, he reclaims his dominance, his lips crashing against mine once more, the kiss deepening as he settles himself between my legs. I feel the heat radiating from him, the raw energy making my heart race faster.
âThen letâs stop pretending,â he murmurs against my lips, his breath mingling with mine. âLetâs give in to what we both want.â
With a swift motion, he pulls my lingerie down, leaving me completely exposed to him. The thrill of vulnerability sends shivers through my body, the anticipation of whatâs to come making me dizzy with excitement.
âJungkook,â I gasp, my heart racing as he moves closer, his warmth enveloping me entirely.
He leans in, kissing down my body, his lips trailing fire across my skin. Each touch ignites a desperate longing within me, pushing me closer to the edge. âYou deserve this, Y/N,â he whispers, his voice low and raspy. âYou deserve everything.â
His hands explore every inch of me, igniting sensations Iâve only ever dreamed of. The pleasure builds, a wave of heat that makes me writhe beneath him, and I can feel myself teetering on the brink, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.
âJungkook, please,â I plead, my voice trembling with need. âjungkook..please- fuck!! i'm cumming- im cummingâ
He looks up at me, his expression a mix of mischief and determination. âgoâ he commands, his voice deep and commanding, sending another wave of desire coursing through me.
With one swift motion, he positions himself at my entrance, and I can feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of everything I crave.
âwanna cum again?â he asks, searching my eyes for any hesitation.
I nod, my heart pounding. âyes! fuck- yes please!!â
As Jungkook fills me, a gasp escapes my lips, a mix of pleasure and relief washing over me. Every inch of him feels like home, like the part of me I didnât know I was missing until this very moment. Itâs intoxicating, the way he moves, his body melding with mine as if we were always meant to be this way.
He begins to move, slow at first, savoring the moment. Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, and I can feel the tension in my body tightening. My nails dig into his back as I pull him closer, urging him to go deeper, to give me more of what I crave.
âY/N,â he breathes, his voice strained and filled with desire. âfuck. you're so tightâ
I canât help but smile, the rush of excitement and control coursing through me as he loses himself in the moment. âYou like this, huh?â I tease breathlessly, my hips meeting his with every thrust. âYou like coming back to me, even after everything.â
He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine, driving me wild. âI canât help it. You drive me crazy.â
With each movement, the rhythm between us builds, and I can feel the way his body responds to mine, the way he lets go of everything else that exists outside this room.Â
âMore,â I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. âI want more, Jungkook. Donât hold back. fill me upâ
His gaze sharpens, and thereâs a flicker of something dark in his eyes. âYou asked for it,â he warns, but thereâs no hesitation as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent.
The world around us fades away, and itâs just the two of usâlost in our own little universe. I feel every sensation magnified, the pleasure building with each movement, spiraling higher and higher until I feel like I might burst.
âY/N,â he gasps, his voice thick with desire. âYouâre so fucking perfect. I canât get enough of you.â
I can feel my walls tightening around him, the pressure building, and I know Iâm close. âJungkook,â I breathe, my voice trembling with need. âIâm going toââ
âLet go,â he urges, his breath hot against my ear. âshow me who's making you cum like this.â
His words push me over the edge, and with a cry, I let the pleasure take over. It washes over me in waves, pulling me under until I can hardly breathe, and I can feel him following me, the way his body tenses, the deep groan that escapes his lips echoing in my ears.
âY/N!â he cries out, and the sound sends another rush of pleasure through me as we both ride the waves of ecstasy together. The connection between us is electric, and I canât remember ever feeling so alive.
As we both come down from the high, Jungkook collapses beside me, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath. I turn to him, a smile spreading across my face, knowing that despite everything, we always find our way back to each other.
âSee?â I tease, nudging him playfully. âI told you youâd come back.â
He chuckles, looking over at me with that familiar warmth in his eyes. âYou make it impossible not to.â
And just like that, the playful banter flows between us, the tension easing as we bask in the afterglow of what we just shared.
But then, the moment is interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing, cutting through the air. Jungkookâs expression shifts, and I can see the annoyance etched on his face as he glances at his phone.
âItâs Sewon,â he says, and I canât help but roll my eyes at the interruption.
âShouldnât you pick it up?â I challenge, raising an eyebrow, trying to gauge his reaction.
He hesitates, his thumb hovering over the screen. âI donât want to,â he admits, his voice low.
âThen donât,â I reply, my heart racing at the thought of him choosing me over her, even if just for a moment.
But Jungkook sighs, and I can see the conflict in his eyes. âI have to,â he says reluctantly. âSheâll worry if I donât.â
âWhy should you care?â I shoot back, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. âYouâre here with me, not her.â
âI know,â he replies, running a hand through his hair. âBut I donât want to deal with her drama right now.â
âThen donât,â I urge, my tone softening as I reach out to touch his arm. âJust be here. Be with me.â
He looks torn, glancing back at his phone before finally silencing it. âYouâre right,â he says, his gaze locking onto mine. âIâll deal with her later.â
I smile, feeling a surge of satisfaction. âGood. Now come here.â
He chuckles, leaning in to kiss me softly. âYou always know how to get what you want, donât you?â
âOf course,â I reply, smirking. âItâs what I do best.â
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Not Flirting
Pairing; Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: You and Rafe want each other so bad.
Warnings: smut, mdni, Public sex, smoking, shotgunning, two uses of slut and one use of good girl, Rafe calling the reader kiddo in flirty way
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Youâre not flirting with Rafe Cameron. Thatâs what youâve been telling yourself anyway. The casual touches, and the constant bickering that presents like foreplay is how the two of you have always been. Right?
The two of you donât even talk outside of when youâre with your mutual friends. Thatâs probably why you seem so focused on each other. And the only reason the air around you is so charged with sexual tension is because- well heâs Rafe. He could have chemistry with a doorknob. It is not flirting.Â
Youâve told nearly every person thatâs been in contact with you something similar to those words that youâve been trying to convince yourself of. Nobody believes you, sadly youâre not even stupid enough to believe it. That doesnât stop you from trying though.
It helps you feel less guilty about wanting his attention, and having it. Heâs a known fuck boy on the island and youâve been sort of friends since high school, but after graduating your friend group got smaller and it was hard to ignore him.Â
You tried to sometimes, but it never worked. The pull the two of you had on each other was too damn magnetic. Like at this party you were at. Heâd found you accidentally, laughing with some people, your bikini practically melded with your skin after a dip in the water.Â
You donât see him when he walks behind you, but the way the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, you know itâs him. So, you donât panic when his arms wrap around your shoulders, or when he takes your cup and drinks out of it, even though he knows you hate that.Â
âHey, kid.â You roll your eyes at the nickname heâd given you when he found out about the one year age gap between the two of you. You hate yourself a little for the smile you feel making its way onto your face.Â
âDonât start.â Rafe doesnât acknowledge that, or the people that were around you because he starts pulling you away from them. âWhere are you taking me?â You wish you could sound like you actually cared but youâd go with him regardless.Â
âWeâre smoking.â He whispers, his breath fanning the outside of his ear.Â
You twist your lips in apprehension and Rafe must have a sixth sense for you at this point because he eases your mind immediately.Â
âDonât worry, kiddo. Itâs more your speed than mine.â Again, you roll your eyes. You donât stop him from walking you towards wherever heâs going though.Â
âI donât even-âÂ
âI know, I know. â Rafe groans. You reach back to flick him for interrupting you and he finally lets go of you since youâre walking with him willingly. âJust trust me.â You miss his body heat the second that itâs gone but youâre going to blame it on being cold, even though itâs ninety degrees out.Â
You mock him childishly, to ignore the heat that crawls through your body when you look at him. You remember him saying something about cutting his hair off, and then you teasing him and saying it would look bad. You just thought his long hair added to his cuteness. You were very wrong.Â
âOh you did it.â He lets you run your hand over his buzzed head, while you walk beside him.Â
âMhm.â He smirks and you already know whatâs coming. âIs it as bad as you thought it would be?â But he knows it isnât because you are not subtle in checking him out and his ego is bigger than the sun.Â
âItâs somehow worse.âYou taunt only to be met with a tug on your hair. Itâs childish and violently in character for Rafe. He smiles at the squeak you let out and laughs when you push him back.Â
âYeah, whatever you like it.â Your conversation is cut short when your presence is noticed by your other friends.
âWhere have you been all night?â Kelce asks from the hammock heâs lying in.Â
âUp your butt.â You answer obnoxiously, skipping over to your friend Natalieâs lap and giving her a hug. You could tell she was a little high on something you didnât want.Â
âI think that is the last place youâd wanna be.â Topper says, patting your head and you can tell heâs been drinking by the way he slurs.Â
The conversation between you and your friends is mindless while Rafe rolls the blunt on the patio table. You tried not to stare at his fingers as he did so. Or look at him too hard as he licked the paper. You failed.Â
You try not to think too much of it when heâs finally done and he beckons you over, or when he pulls you in his lap, like that's normal. Once again, you fail. It takes you all over two seconds to get comfortable once he wraps his arm around you though and youâre used to ignoring your friends' looks by now.Â
Youâre a little nervous once he lights it but he brings it to his lips first and you really want your lips to be on that blunt all of a sudden. When he hands it to you, you try to mimic what he had done but you can tell you did it wrong immediately.Â
âInhale, kid.â You try again, you kind of feel it this time.Â
âLemme see.â He takes it from you and inhales the smoke, which youâre pretty sure is like illegal when it comes to rotation, but you donât say so. Youâre a little surprised when he grips your jaw firm and gentle, before blowing the smoke into your mouth.
âInhaleâ You do so, trying your best to ignore the heat creeping up your neck.
 âGood girl.â He says finally releasing your jaw. You choke on the smoke in your lungs as he passes off the joint. Rubbing his hand on your back, immediately reminding you how naked you are in just your bikini.Â
âI hate you.â You say once youâve finally gathered yourself, but it holds no weight as you lean back into him.Â
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Youâre horny. Thatâs all you can think about by the time your friends and you stop smoking. Everyone had dispersed by now and it was just you and Rafe with you still sitting sideways across his lap.Â
âI can feel you.â You squint eyeing your position.
âIt would be concerning if you couldnât.â You're well aware that your skin was touching his. He shakes his head, propping his hand right to the pulse in between your legs that was only covered by the thin layer of your bikini bottoms.Â
âYouâre fucking throbbing.â Your words are caught in your throat at the sensation of him rubbing you. Intensified by your high and how long youâve been wanting him.
âSomeone is gonna see.â You finally get out, trying to shift your legs.Â
âGood for them.â When he grabs your jaw this time, itâs to kiss you and you immediately forget whatever it was that you were worried about. He lets you shift around until youâre straddling him, kissing him back with equal fervor.Â
âSo you do like my hair.â He says panting once, you finally give him room to breathe.Â
âWhat hair?â You softly scrape your nails down the nape of his neck. He sniggers, when you begin grinding against him. And heâs a little shocked when you pull his hard dick out his shorts.Â
âAnd whatâre you gonna do with that?â
âSit on it.â Rafe moans, heâs not sure if itâs at your words or the hickey youâre currently sucking into his neck. Possessive. He finds himself noting. âUnless you donât want me to.â You add, and he almost laughs at the fact that youâre giving him an out.Â
âI do.â Youâre so excited to fuck him you forget how much of a stretch he would be. But itâs too late to care once you start, you brutally force yourself to take half, ignoring your own pained whimpers at the sound of Rafe gasping into your neck.Â
Despite himself, Rafe grabs your ass so that you canât go any further. âEager little slut.âÂ
âYou started it.â You accuse after catching your breath. âYouâre the slut.â Your voice is whiny, which is unlike you and Rafe canât help but wonder if thatâs a result of you being out of your mind horny or high.
âYouâre the one thatâs making a mess all over the both of us.â He says gesturing to the slick skin in between the both of you. While heâs talking you continue to take him deeper, nipping at the skin on his neck. He stops you again from taking more of him.
âToo much for you, kiddo.â You push past his hand in an act of rebellion, your ass meeting the top of his thighs. The stinging pain only makes you regret that action a little, but the look in his eye makes it worth it.Â
âFuckâ He lets you continue to bounce on him for a minute, but once you start to finally find your rhythm he starts bucking his hips back into yours. Heâs pleased when you can no longer hold back your moans.
âRafe!â And he knows that warning anywhere, especially mixed in with the way you clench around him.Â
âYeah? You like that?â Your answer to him is nearly gibberish as your body begins to convulse. And initially Rafe had every intention of pulling out, but the thought washes from his memory at the feeling of you. He groans as he finishes inside you, not utterly appalled by the idea of getting you pregnant.Â
Once you catch your breath, you laugh a little to yourself. âI guess I like your haircut.â
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