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nadvs · 1 day ago

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first prize desire (one-shot)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating mature 18+

summary your brother’s friend, rafe, is good at a lot of things. hiding his infatuation with you isn’t one of them. one night, you stop teasing him and finally give him what he’s been dreaming of.

tags college au where rafe and reader are varsity volleyball players. reader is a noncommittal f-girl. rafe is down bad for her. mentions of past infidelity. lots of angst and some light smut. not a happy ending.

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note hello, i’m back!! a little while ago, i got an ask about a f-girl reader who’s been hurt in the past and is a little mean to rafe and i’m obsessed at the thought of him pining and lowkey being a simp for her?? this one goes out to my girlies with trust issues <3 divider credit.

You have to be doing it on purpose.

Rafe’s grip on his gym bag tightens as he steps out of the men’s locker room. The door shuts behind him with a heavy thud.

The girls’ team has the court now. You’re by the end line closest to him, only a few feet away as you stretch. You’re bent over with your back arched and he slowly paces towards the gym exit, his mouth going dry at the way you look.

The sight of you in those little shorts always throws his thoughts into a frenzy. Seeing your ass perched in the air like that makes him feel even more disoriented.

The varsity volleyball schedule is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has happened to him. Twice a week, Rafe steps out into the gym, exhausted from practice, to see you warming up, always tormenting him with how good you look.

You stepped into his life a few months ago at the beginning of the school year. His friend had mentioned that his sister would be starting college and that she plays volleyball, too.

The first time you came over to the house he shares with your brother and a few other guys on the team, he knew he was going to like being around you.

Until he got to know what a tease you are.

You stand up from your stretch, placing your hands on your hips as you look over your shoulder.

“Hey, Rafe,” you sing-song, your voice sweet as sugar. His hair is wet from his post-practice shower, hanging over his forehead. “Your hair’s cute like that.”

He was right. You are doing it on purpose. You knew he was there and you purposely put yourself on display for him like that, like a treat he knows he can’t have. For fuck’s sake. He’s never wanted a girl this bad.

Rafe’s lips flatten as he nods in greeting, stopping in his tracks. You’re not sure if the rosy tint to his cheeks is a product of a rough practice or a distressed blush from having seen you in such a suggestive position.

“Are you coming to watch our game tomorrow?” you ask, just loud enough over the voices echoing through the gym.

Rafe steps closer. You adore it about him, how he always looks like he’s been hinging on a opportunity to talk to you.

“Should I?” he asks.

“Sure. I know you like any excuse to look at me,” you reply with a shrug.

He scoffs, a mix of incredulity and amusement. He’s obvious about how bad he wants you, he knows he is, and that’s why it makes it ten times worse that you toy with him like this.

“You never watch our games,” he responds.

“I’m a busy girl,” you laugh.

He knows that. And he wishes he didn’t. He wishes he didn’t have to see you jump from guy to guy, snuggled up to a different one at every other party, never staying long enough to call any of them your boyfriend.

A couple of weekends ago, Rafe had been one too many beers deep. Pressed against the wall at a house party, he gazed at you through heavy lids and asked if you were ever going to find a guy you liked enough to actually keep around. You laughed and told him, “I’m not the commitment type.”

“I’ll see if I can make it,” Rafe says, because even though he’s a goner when it comes to you, he tries to keep at least some dignity intact and feign indifference.

“Hope you can,” you respond, smirking. His eyes go a little brighter. You know that means he’ll come.

You’re a whirlwind, a storm constantly passing over him, leaving him spinning. Time and time again, he gets just close enough to the edge of thinking he has a chance with you, and then you pull back.

Your flirty looks and dirty jokes are maddening and any time he’s tried to do anything about it, you’d say you’re not going to complicate things with your brother’s friend, especially when he lives with him.

Off limits, you’d once whispered in his ear at a party, but your body was pressed up against his so tightly that it didn’t seem like you wanted a boundary between you two at all.

Rafe’s name echoes from behind him. He turns to see your brother leaving the locker room, donning a confused expression.

“You leaving without me?” he laughs, walking towards him.

Rafe would never tell him that he purposely rushed out to get a glimpse of you.

⫘⫘⫘

The minutes before the start of a game is when you feel the most pressure. More than during the actual match. You know if you don’t feel proud of your performance, you fall into a funk nobody can pull you out of.

You rub your palms together as you wait for your turn in a spiking drill. The other team just arrived, warming up on the other side of the court.

You thought you didn’t mind these opponents all that much. Their team is usually weaker than yours. But they have a new player and seeing her familiar face makes your blood boil.

Rafe makes it to the gym after class, two sets into the match. It’s 1-1 and the air is heavy with tension. The gym is quiet as he settles in the bleachers, the thumps of hands hitting the volleyball rolling across the court.

You’re panting as you hurry around, dodging your teammates while never letting the ball hit the floor.

You look more stressed than usual.

He almost gets right up again to leave, irritated at himself. This is the crap a boyfriend would do; come watch your games, worry about the anger etched on your pretty face. Yet all he gets called is a friend while you entertain other guys right in front of him.

But then he smirks a second later when he sees you frustratingly mutter something to your teammate after the opposing team wins a point.

Rafe revels in seeing your temper come out. It’s cute. And it makes him feel better about his.

A few minutes in, though, he sees anger flare up in you like never before. A girl on the opposing team blocks your spike and seems to murmur something to you.

You fight back, loud enough for him to hear. You snap at her to shut up. One of your teammates holds you back. The ref blows the whistle.

It’s a misconduct foul. Something’s up with you and he doesn’t know what.

The rest of the game has an added level of intensity. It results in a loss for the home team. You’re wearing the disappointment in your expression.

Rafe decides to leave. You always take your sweet time after a match and he’s not about to make an even bigger fool of himself by waiting outside for a girl who messes with him for wanting her so bad.

But still, because he’s so pathetically into you, he texts you later on: rough game. you good?

You don’t respond.

⫘⫘⫘

The next day, Rafe hasn’t gotten over you ignoring him. He’s not really one to let go of things all that quick.

And he’s had enough. Of the teasing and the flirting and the indifference you have towards him while all he does is long for you. You have all the power and he’s sick of it.

It’s not hard for him to find the girl you’d argued with on the court. It’s a matter of searching on her college’s athletic department website, learning her name, and finding her on social media.

He chats with her, invites her to his house party the next night, and because it’s easy for him to get any girl to agree to hang out with him, unless she’s you, she accepts.

He can’t wait for you to see him with her.

⫘⫘⫘

You make it to the house the next night, showing enough skin that makes Rafe’s stomach grow tight. You nudge your brother’s shoulder in greeting, then shuffle closer to Rafe see him nursing a beer.

“Hey,” you say over the music. He towers over you, a crease between his brows. He wears everything on his handsome face, incredibly easy to read.

“You mad at me for not texting back?” you ask playfully, squeezing his forearm. “Sorry. I was in a shitty mood after that game.”

“Why?” he asks, reluctantly softening up. You hardly ever show him this side of yourself. You’re usually a few drinks in if you do.

“Did you see that girl I yelled at?”

He nods, Adam’s apple bobbing with a nervous swallow.

“I know her,” you explain, “and she’s not very nice.”

“You’re not very nice,” Rafe jokes.

“Then imagine how bad she is if I’m the one calling her that,” you say with a soft laugh.

“What’d she do?” he asks.

As expected, you wave a dismissive hand, rolling your eyes, blocking him out.

“Nothing worth repeating,” you reply. You bring your hand up to his bicep, squeezing the hard muscle. “Did you go to the gym today?”

Rafe’s eyes dart down to his beer, the attention from you another hit to his bloodstream, a dopamine rush he’s been missing.

“Hit a PR,” he replies.

“Wow,” you flirt. “We should go to the gym together. You’d be a good personal trainer.”

“You couldn’t handle me,” he replies.

You bite your bottom lip, smiling up at him. Nobody gets your heart racing quite like Rafe does.

And it’s why you stay away from him. Getting involved with a brother’s friend is already a bad idea just because it could get messy, but really, it’s the effect he has on you that scares you away.

You’ve been burned. The summer before college started, you discovered your serious boyfriend had never really respected you. You’re pretty sure someone’s first love always leaves a wound. But finding out they were cheating on you the whole time leaves a scar that never closes back up all the way.

“I don’t know,” you reply, pushing away your thoughts. “Pretty sure you couldn’t handle me.”

Rafe’s pink lips part as he looks down again. He shuffles in place so faintly that it’s nearly imperceptible.

“Not like you’d give me a chance to try,” he mumbles with a defeated smile.

No. You wouldn’t. Because the more you get to know Rafe, a man who at first seems hard and aggressive, but really just wears his heart on his sleeve, the more you can see yourself falling for him.

His intensity is overwhelming. It’s something you don’t see in most people. He’s a beautiful rarity of a man and you stay far away from any kind of real intimacy with him, because while you can hook up with other guys with no attachments, tangling yourself up with Rafe would make you susceptible to another wound.

“You know you could get any girl you want, right?” you say to him, voice gently dropping into a serious tone you don’t often use with him.

His phone buzzes in a staccato. He pulls it out of his pocket. Damn it.

“Hey, I’m here,” she says when he answers.

“You’re here?” he blankly repeats.

“You invited someone?” you tease. “And you’re standing here flirting with me? Shameful.”

You offer him a smile to show him you’re kidding around. The dull sting you feel from knowing he’s probably talking to a girl is a good reminder of why you keep him at an arm’s length.

It may not be reasonable to be a little annoyed, considering you’re always running around with different guys right in front of him, but you can’t help it.

Rafe hangs up, a tinge of regret pinching his chest. It took a few seconds with you to realize his spitefulness just fucked things up.

“Go get your girl,” you say with raised brows, stepping aside. “I need a drink.”

“Hey, it’s…” Rafe’s face pinches with concern, leaning to be closer to you. “Don’t be pissed off at me.”

“Pissed off?” You usually do a great job feigning indifference around him. You hope he doesn’t somehow see the crack in your armor.

“It’s that girl,” he replies. “The one from…”

“The game?” you say soberly.

Rafe hates the way your smile drops. The way your eyes search his face for an explanation.

“Whatever,” you reply after a beat. “Do what you want.”

It’s kind of a sick thrill to have the upperhand for once. He’s flustered when you tease, but now, your eyes are sharp with frustration, your lips turned down in a scowl that shouldn’t be as adorable as it is.

“You sure?” he says. You nod curtly.

“Not like I’m your girlfriend or anything.”

He’s sure you say it just to twist the dagger already lodged in his heart. It works.

⫘⫘⫘

Your stomach is in a knot. You’re at the back of the living room, purposely as far away from Rafe as you can be.

And she’s there, looking up at him with a sickeningly bright smile. The same smile she used on your ex. The same smile you’re sure she wore when she texted you how it’d been ‘weighing on her soul’ that she’s been sneaking around with him.

It was all bullshit. You know she was proud to play a hand in your heartbreak. She never looked torn up about it at all. If she did, she wouldn’t have provoked you at your past match.

Missed, she’d said mockingly. It took everything in you not to hit her.

Again, you’re inches away from doing it. Every minute she stays here, you get closer. You wouldn’t normally be angry at the woman your boyfriend cheated with if she didn’t know. If she was a stranger, she wouldn’t have owed you any loyalty.

But she knew. She was your friend.

You’ve been trying not to care anymore. You started this year with the intention to leave all the high school shit behind and have fun and not give your heart to a man. Not for a long time.

But seeing her brings it all back.

“What’s up?” you hear. You look up at your brother.

He knows how your relationship ended. When he heard what your ex did to you, he offered to beat the shit out of him, but no amount of revenge ever felt like it could undo your pain.

He never met your ex-friend. He has no idea who the woman Rafe is flirting with is.

“The music sucks,” you reply, wincing as the bass reverberates through the room.

“You always had shitty taste,” he replies. You crack a smile. It falls when you remember how he’d said the same about your ex, long before the breakup.

“I need a breather,” you say.

It doesn’t happen very often, so when you see worry wash over your big brother’s face, it jolts you a little.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you lie. “Just need to spare my eardrums.”

He huffs a laugh, gently pushing you as you step away from him.

⫘⫘⫘

Come upstairs.

Rafe stares down at the text from you, sent three minutes ago. He looks up at the girl he invited as she comes back to him, arm linked with a friend she’d called to join the party.

He’s stiff as they make introductions. Then he tells them he’ll be right back.

Rafe’s bedroom is lived in, but it’s not quite messy. Clothes are strewn across an open drawer and on the back of his desk chair, but his textbooks are neat on the shelf and his bed is made.

You turned on his dim nightstand lamp. You stare ahead at the calendar on his closet door, practices and games written in black pen.

You lean against the headboard, squeezing your fingers, teetering towards crying. It’s a sick joke to like a guy again just to watch the same woman enamour him.

The door opens with a soft click, music spilling in for a moment.

Rafe has dreamed of this, coming up to see you in his bed. But in his dreams, you’re not staring at him like he just massively fucked up.

He doesn’t say a word. He only looks at you with confusion.

“I take it back,” you say, sitting up. “I don’t want her here.”

“What?” he says.

“Tell her to leave.”

Hope warms his core. Are you jealous?

“It’s my house,” he answers flippantly, giving you the same blasé attitude you’ve always given him.

You scoff. He crosses the room and sits at the foot of his bed, the mattress sinking with his weight. He’s never heard this thinness in your voice before.

“Can you just do it? Please?” you say shakily.

“What happened between you two?”

“You know what?” you scoff frustratingly, swinging your legs over the edge. “Fuck it. I’ll just go.”

“Stop,” he says sternly. “Tell me.”

He may have never seen you this vulnerable, but you’ve never seen him this mad. At least, not at you.

You thought Rafe had a soft spot for you. It hurts that it doesn’t seem to be there anymore. But then he sighs, head tilting slightly as he takes your hand.

“If you– you…” he begins, words fast and tumbling together. You’ve noticed he stammers when he’s on edge. “If you need me to kick her out, then, fine.”

“Really?” you say.

He sighs your name in exhausted resignation, looking up at the ceiling. You’re not jealous. You just really don’t like this girl. It has nothing to do with him and that hurts.

He nods in response. He knows you know he’d do anything for you.

Despite your instinct telling you to call an end to the conversation, the warmth of his hand on yours is piercing. You look down at your lap, turning his big hand over, calluses on his fingertips similar to yours from volleyball.

He gazes at you, his pulse picking up as your eyelashes stay low over your eyes, blinking quickly.

“I had a boyfriend,” you say quietly. “He cheated on me. With her.”

Rafe’s body goes cold. The irritation he was feeling has been replaced by biting guilt. He would’ve told her not to even bother coming in if you had just shared the truth.

“I didn’t know,” he murmurs. The shame is worse with every second that passes. He got what he wanted; he hurt you. And he hates himself for it.

“Yeah,” you say. You find his eyes, bottomless seas of blue. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know.”

“I don’t want it to be like that,” he admits. “And I make it pretty damn obvious.”

You look down again, huffing a quiet laugh.

“Yeah, you do,” you reply.

You’ve always felt a sense of control over Rafe, but it’s chipping away, pieces being taken from you and given to him. You shouldn’t have opened this wound. Because now, you just want to smother it with temporary bandages.

Rafe’s jaw tenses as he watches your hand on his. Silence settles between you, your breaths heavy, the music muffled.

He’s not sure what’s next.

“Don’t tell anyone,” you say.

“I won’t,” he rasps.

“Not about that,” you say. “Well… yeah, about that. But I meant about this.”

You shift to straddle him, the backs of your thighs resting on his lap. He meets your eyes as your noses nearly brush together.

You lean in. His breath stops when your lips meet his.

His heart-rate skyrockets. Fuck. This is really happening. His hands find your thighs, fingers pressing into your flesh.

You gently grind up against him as your kisses grow hungrier, mouths opening, breaths shortening.

You take him in, the smell of his aftershave and the taste of his tongue, as your arms link around his broad shoulders. You already feel better, feeling him hold you and kiss you like this.

He’s getting hard. It makes fire swirl in your stomach.

“Tell me,” you whisper against his mouth, desperate to feel even better, “how bad you want me.”

“You’re all I fucking think about,” he admits breathily.

“Which parts of me do you think about?”

“Everything,” he groans. “Fucking everything.”

You wish he would’ve just said something physical to solidify this as the casual hook-up it is. You can’t handle it being more.

“We’ll keep this a secret, okay?” you whisper.

“I know.” Rafe kisses you again, willing to say anything just to keep this going.

You gently push his shoulders so he lies back. Clothes are clumsily shoved off, kisses grow messy, and once you feel all of him, your head swims with euphoria, blocking out the impending regret.

You stay on top to at least hold onto some of the control you have left.

He comes with a groan, clinging onto your waist with trembling fingers as if you’ll run away from him.

But you do run away. It’s over and you sit up and scramble to put your clothes on again, the high gone, the crash on its way.

“Shit,” you whisper.

Rafe’s smile fades, his chest heaving. He sits up.

“Why are you acting like you regret it?” he asks.

He wants to give you his shirt, stay in bed with you, trace his fingers over your skin and tell you how badly he’s always wanted you.

You look at him with furrowed brows.

“We can’t tell anyone.”

“You already said that,” he mutters. “It’s not like we have to give details, but… nobody’s going to lose their shit if we’re together. Your brother isn’t like that.”

“No,” you shake your head. “This was just sex.”

It’s not a sudden break. His heart cracks slowly. It’s a fracture, spreading through his chest. He’s empty.

“So, I’m just…” He scoffs, tongue jutting under his cheek. “I’m just another one of the guys you do this to.”

“Don’t,” you say softly. “I told you I don’t date.”

You did, but he thought he was different.

You stand, smoothing your hair.

“Because of one asshole?” he murmurs, angrily picking up his t-shirt.

It hurts that something you told him in a vulnerable moment is ammo now. He’s being harsh and you know you are, too, but it’s the last thing you need right now.

“Don’t bring it up again,” you say with a strain in your voice. “Any of it. I knew I…”

Your throat starts to feel raw as you pace past him towards the door, desperate to get home and be swallowed in your blankets. Alone. Like you should be. Not chasing temporary relief in hook-ups.

“What did you know?” Rafe says to your back, tone softened. His anger is gone. It takes one glimpse into your pain to erase his own. He just wants to make you feel better.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you,” you murmur, staring at the door handle. “I can’t trust anyone.”

You leave. You gave him what he thought he wanted most, but he can see now that this hollow version of having you is the last thing he’d ever want.

You’ve ticked him off your list. You’re done. He’s in your rearview now, a quick hook-up that you wish you didn’t have.

⫘⫘⫘

You’ve been home for less than five minutes when your phone buzzes with a text from Rafe.

Make it home okay?

You swallow hard and respond: yes. didn’t mean to freak out. friends?

Rafe chews on his lip as he stares at his phone. He hasn’t left his bedroom.

yeah, he replies. There’s no point in pretending he doesn’t want you, even if you push him back into the role he’d been playing before.

Fine. He’ll be your fucking friend. He already lost his pride long ago. But tonight is the first time he’s truly lost the hope he had in you.

(the end)

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vampiresbloodx · 2 days ago

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I wonder how good your hands feel around my neck.

pairings: Vi x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings/contains(18+ ONLY): smut, Vi loves her some tits, clubbing, tattoo artist!vi, innocent!reader, porn without plot/plot what plot, top!vi, dirty talk, flirting, daddy vi, fingering

You have the absolute filthiest thoughts that come to mind while getting tattooed. Some you really can’t control, they just appear and you end up fixated on them for hours, before you know it, your session has ended.

Vi, short for Violet, is the first artist who’s ever tattooed you ever. With her pink hair, to her muscles that are covered in ink. You can’t help but wonder how strong she is, you know she’s talked about how she did boxing one time, she even tried karate, many forms where she gets to fight and use her hands.

You know she’s good with her hands.

When you first got your tattoo done by her, you focused on the way her fingers moved the entire time and how the art came alive on your skin, the needle not even bothering you. She was impressed at how long you can stay still.

You were slightly surprised yourself. You didn’t mind the pain, the pain had slowly turned into pleasure meeting halfway. That’s what made it all worth it.

You’d work more hours just to save more money so you could see her again, you thought at first you loved her style, how she worked, all that. But then you realised it was more than that.

Almost you wanted to stop going to her, and you did for a while, focusing on other things in your personal life. Actually trying to hang out with your friends and go outside instead of only going to work and the few shops and stores you went to. It was nice for a while, you did miss her, which felt stupid when she didn’t know you at all. She was just a girl that gave you a few tattoos, some of your best.

And then you saw her again.

You went out with a couple of friends on a saturday night, you couldn’t describe the shock you were in when you saw a familiar pink haired girl who was at the same bar as you. Even in a big city, it's strange how you can see the same faces again.

She was actually here.

You couldn’t contain how much your heart was racing, you weren’t even paying attention to anything your friend was saying, she grinned when she saw who you were staring at.

“Hey, is that-��

“That’s no one,” you interrupted quickly, looking away.

She smiled more.

“Just go and talk to her, it won’t be as weird since you two already know each other.”

You shook your head, “that would still be fucking weird and you know it.”

She shrugged, “maybe a little. But what if I told you she’s coming your way right now?”

Wait, what?

Before you could ask any more questions as you thought she was messing with you, it turns out she wasn’t. Just as you turned around to look where Vi was, she was really walking towards you, in your direction, maybe she might just walk past, not even notice you, maybe she saw someone else instead.

And of course your friend ditched you.

You heard your name being called.

It never sounded so much nicer coming from her mouth.

“Vi? Hey” you tried to act smoothly, as if you didn’t know she was already here.

“I have to say, you look good, like really good.”

Did she just?...

Were you actually dreaming right now?

“You look great yourself” you decided to say back, it didn’t seem like it would hurt if you flirted back a little.

She really did though. She wore black ripped jeans, loose tank top that showed a bit of her abs that you couldn’t help but look at shamelessly. God you were obsessed with her. You had an issue. But right now all you could think about was how her hands would feel around your neck as she fucked you silly.

You didn’t see how much closer she got to stand next to you, until your hands brushed against one another. You couldn’t focus. With the loud music blasting in your ears, the lingering touches. What did she want?

“Where are your friends?” she asks, her eyes never leaving yours, as you bite down on your bottom lip.

“She left, of course.”

“She left a pretty girl like you all by yourself?” she hummed, tilting her head to the side. “Can I keep you company for a lil while? I can make it worth your time.”

How could you ever deny her?

You followed her back to her place, you haven’t gone home with someone in a while, you’re happier it was with her than any other stranger.

She held your hand with a strong grip, leading you the way, making sure you were always with her. The silence between you both wasn't even uncomfortable, you actually enjoyed it.

It was the thrill of her that was exciting to you, you craved more.

You laughed with her as her hands roamed your body, touching you wherever she pleases and where you wanted her to be. You let her. And then you found yourself begging for more, it wasn’t long until she had you where she wanted you to be, on top of you as she teased you, slowly taking your clothes off.

“I hate to take these pretty clothes off, but I think i’d be more happy to see your naked body” she licked her lips, you made a noise as she raised an eyebrow at you. “Someones getting needy.”

“Please, just touch me” you whimpered.

She spread your thighs apart, keeping one hand a tight grip on them to make sure you don’t move as much. You liked it. The way she stared at you had you squirming.

“But i'm already touching you?” she teased, and so easily, she slipped a finger inside your wet pussy, moaning at how well you fit her, she wanted to fill you up.

“God baby, you’re soaking” she groaned, thrusting her finger in and out slowly on purpose, hearing you whine louder, she loved how vocal you got the harder and faster she fucked you.

Her other hand played with your tits, as she groped you and fondled with them, you were on cloud nine, why didn’t you do this sooner? You both wondered. She really wanted to taste you badly. She wanted to make you cum on her face, make you ride her, hear just how loud you can get.

She added another finger in and another, stretching you out as she imagined how fucking sexy you’ll look riding her thick strap on, as you cried sweetly.

“Who knew you were such a slut, behind how innocent you showed yourself to others” she chuckled. She felt herself getting more turned on, getting off on how wet you are for her. “You gonna come for me, baby? Make a mess on my fingers? I want you to come.”

You let out a sweet release of a beautiful cry, she wanted more. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as your body shook. Still you craved her touch. You didn’t just want it to be over, and she didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

“I hope you’re not thinking of leaving me.”

“No, I need you.”

“Good girl, now come use me as a seat, would you?.”

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red-phantom-0 · 9 hours ago

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HELP YOURSELF

summary : in a family filled with intriguing members of their own right , duke has a particular interest in a certain vigilante in the family that everyone seems to overlook . this interest leads to the family to spiral into obsession .

When he was first introduce to the Wayne family , Duke was overwhelmed , everyone was so talented , so special and unique and came from such - complex backgrounds , it was hard to ever find something or anyone dull in the family . Duke had his highs with the family - from patrol , to movie nights every Saturday , food fights on Monday mornings because of course Jason had to rile up Damian but he had his lows - particularly the fact that he was the only sole meta in the family .

Something so minute shouldn't affect him , I mean come on isn't badass that he's in a family that can accomplish so much with sheer willpower without powers ? Though , it hurts every time he sees Conner teach Jon how to use his super strength without hurting himself in the process . He seethes in envy every time he witnesses it because he swears it ensnares him in a painful grasp - reminding him that he's the bystander in this family and that he's the only odd one out.

He shakes away the chill that runs up his spine and returns his focus back to the scene in front of him , a young woman is desperately trying to yank her purse away from some lacky burglar. ' Easy' Duke thinks to himself as he effortlessly swoops down from the rooftop he is perched on and landed on the thug . " Leave this poor woman alone " Duke commands as he pressed his legs onto the burglar's back. The burglar growls and pushes himself off the floor - practically making the woman scream . Duke immediately goes to jump away and reassess the situation when the burglar spins around inhumanely fast mid air to face the vigilante .

Bewilderment and confusion was all Duke felt but regardless he goes to land a sucker punch to the burglar's mask face when suddenly the burglar takes out a bomb from his inner pocket and throws it at the woman behind them. The woman screams as the bomb makes a beeline towards her and Duke wants to scream in frustration at how utterly stupid she's being and the fact that the burglar has outplayed him.

Suddenly , a figure clad in black with red accents jumps in front of the lady and catches the bomb effortlessly and throws it aside like it was nothing. Duke takes this time to sucker punch the burglar into the floor while he was distracted with the bomb's dentation , causing the man to groan in pain . While Duke is handcuffing the burglar , he eyes the figure in the corner of his eye handing the woman her purse before approaching him.

" Thank you ..... " Duke trails off as he watches the figure properly . He notes that they adorn a black body suit but has a red spider symbol in front near their chest . They adorn black helmet that covers the entirety of their face , only showing the user's dark brown eyes.

"Widow "the figure answers before leaping away from Duke . " Wait ! Who are you , I've never met you before !" exclaims as he extends his hand in attempt to reach out to them . " Just stay safe kid you don't know what you're doing " the figure says , directing a glare at him before they vanish.

That afternoon , Duke returns back to the mansion , he slumps against the kitchen table , the weight of patrolling all day and the situation of meeting a strange entity named ' Widow'. Alfred gently pats him on the back and serves him a plate of snadwhiches.

" I take it that today's patrol was exhausting Master Duke" , Alfred asks him as he begins to wash up wares in the kitchen. " You have no idea , met some weirdo who called me a kid like what the hell " , Duke complains as he takes a bite of the sandwich . " Weirdo ?" Alfred questions as he dries a plate. " Yeah some named Widow " Duke replies . Alfred drops the plate.

He feels every muscle on his body tense at the mention of her name , a name that may have been a bygone memory to many but not to him never him . Duke scrambles out of his chair and approaches Alfred . " Hey are you okay ?" Duke asks as he holds the elderly man by the hands. Alfred tries - he tries to talk but is too shocked to say anything - he fears this is a dream , a cruel dream that god bestowed upon him as a punishment - a reminder of his failure .

"Widow - are you sure they said Widow ?" Alfred asks the boy frantically , panic old eyes watching Duke's intently. Duke stumbles back but answers , " Yeah that's what they said why does it matter ?" . Pin drop silence fills the manor as Alfred registers Duke's words. Alfred crouches to the ground , his hands run along the jargoned edges of the broken plate - the rough feeling grounds him , reminding him that all of this is real .

" It matters because that is your sister young master " Alfred forces out. Silence consumes them again . " What ?" Duke questions as he holds onto Alfred tighter. For the five years he has lived with the Waynes - no one never mentioned a Widow or a sister not ever so why is it now that he finds out that he has a sister and one that he has not heard or known about.

Alfred can feel warm hot tears running down his worn cheeks as nostalgic memories of him making a younger you a hot chocolate in the afternoon as you sit in the same chair as Duke had , coloring whilst simply blabbering about your day. He recalls how every night , he can feel your tiny figure sneaking into his bed to hug him with your stuffed bunny You were practically his daughter .

He also remembers that you weren't particularly liked by the Wayne family , at the time only consisted of himself and Bruce - a younger much fragile Bruce that had no idea how to raise a kid - a kid that was just put into his custody because their parents got too drugged up and k*lled themselves in the living room.

The situation wasn't ideal , Bruce was immature , till learning how to navigate his own feelings , his own anger , his own loss and so were you , a small , fragile thing that didn't quite yet understand why mommy and daddy were being put in a box .

He also remembers that tragic day - the day he lost you - . It was like any ordinary day , he dropped you off at kindergarten and watched you run to your teacher , excitedly showing her a drawing you made. He watches you smile and wave him goodbye as the teacher escorts you to your classroom. Alfred does what he usually does , returns back home and begin his preparations when he receives a call from your teacher . He remembers the dread , the sheer panic , the bone chilling anxiety that consumed him when he picked up that call to hear your teacher utter the words

" two government officials barged in class around recess and they took ( name ) I'm so sorry I tried to stop them - tried to grab the tiny thing but they had her really tight and - and they left "

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⸻ part i: august underground ⸻

| chapter one. |

· pairing: serialkiller!billyhargrove x fem!reader · type: part of a series · summary: tina, a classmate of yours from hawkins high, is dead. a young woman being found brutally murdered in the woods puts your small town on high alert, even if everyone is trying to convince themselves that it had to have only been an outsider passing through, because things like this don't happen here. you attend the funeral with a grieving nancy, who's distraught over the loss of her friend, and under such grisly circumstances, at that. and while you're reluctant to feed yourself possible faux comfort of it being a one-time horrid occurrence like so many others, you fail to fathom in your imagination who the killer just might be—and that his reign of terror over the town is far from over as the bodies begin to pile up...and that he's soon to set his sickening sights upon you. but it's not your blood he thirsts for. what he has planned...will end with a new face upon milk cartons across the country. one you never would've imagined would grace the 6 o' clock news with the headline reading...'missing', and the question inevitably becomes: will you be found? · tw: dead dove, murder, mutilation of a female body (only discussed, not recounted), stalking, obsession, misogyny, disturbing sexual themes · tags: sapphic themes & interactions (nancy wheeler & reader) · word count: 7.8k · ꒰a/n꒱: the title of this fic comes from ethel cain's song of the same name. likewise, the first part of this series is inspired by ethel cain's song of the same name as well. the work as a whole is inspired by the sharp objects tv series, true detective s1, as well as ethel cain's album perverts.

“Did…did you hear what he did to her body?”

You drape curls over either of your shoulders and ensure your black satin ribbon is positioned exactly-so at the back of your head.

It’s not that you want to be ‘dolling yourself up’ for such an occasion, but you do think it’s important that you look respectable…out of honor for the deceased.

You stand and pad over to Nancy, then seat yourself beside her upon her quilted comforter.

Your eyes meet hers and you shake your head.

“Is it…” You sigh.

Of course it’s bad.

Nancy smooths the skirt of her dress nervously.

“He…shoved a tree branch inside…” She trails off for a moment, then swallows thickly. “Inside her. It…came out of her stomach.”

Your own turns at the vision that’s now been painted within your mind, and your eyes well with tears. “It sounds sick, but I wonder if just being raped would’ve been a kinder fate. If she was alive when he…did that, I mean. I hope she wasn’t.”

You sniffle. “I really hope she wasn’t.”

The car is silent as Nancy’s dad drives everyone to the wake. You merely stare out the window while holding Nancy’s hand.

The two of you are frightened. Things like this…they don’t happen here in Hawkins. Such violence is entirely unheard of.

You didn’t know Tina well, but Nancy had been friends with her.

She’s, in truth, been rather quiet about it all. Which you understand. There’s something about the discussion of horrific things that makes it feel like if you dare speak too much about it, that you’ll be next. That tragedy is contagious.

But Nancy’s silence stems, instead, from grief. You think that it’s because it isn’t real for her yet: that Tina is dead.

You’d questioned her about whether she truly wanted to come today; had assured her that if she wanted to wait—only wanted to visit Tina’s grave once she was laid to rest—that that would be completely understandable. But she’d insisted. Had stated that she needs to see her, so as to believe that it’s true: that she’s dead, gone…lost, and, by extension, confirmed your suspicions.

So, you’re coming along with her to say goodbye while you truly hope within your heart that Tina has found peace. And that whoever did such an evil, vile thing to her is soon caught, and is made to feel even a fraction of the fear and pain that she did in those terrifying final moments.

They say they look like they’re sleeping.

She doesn’t look like that to you.

No one sleeps so perfectly.

Some people may sleep on their backs, but not with their hands clasped so-exactly over their…stomach. And not while dressed in their Sunday best. But you suppose such attire is required, so as to hide the violation beneath.

Their hair isn’t smooth and parted so evenly over their shoulders.

Women don’t go to bed with faces full of makeup.

And people don’t sleep inside coffins in parlors that reek of lilies and gardenias, surrounded by countless people wearing suits and dresses as they cry over the loss of the one who’s been put on display for everyone else’s sake. For their comfort.

What a strange arrangement funerals are.

One dies, and then is made into a spectacle for everyone else’s viewing pleasure. For everyone else to speak of and study while all one can do is lie there…unspeaking, unmoving, unseeing.

Funerals really do seem far more about the audience, and far less about the reason such an audience has been convened to begin with.

You think you want to be cremated when your time comes. You should probably tell someone that, or write it down somewhere where your final wishes will be easy to find.

And you should probably do so soon.

Which isn’t to say that this isn’t going to turn out to be a one-off…occurrence, even if that sounds, somehow, crass to think. But if it isn’t…if there’s someone in town that now has a thirst for hunting young women, then it doesn’t hurt to think ahead.

You begin to slowly look around then, wondering if he’s here.

Some seem to think that maybe it was just an outsider passing through town. But you wonder if that’s not just a pleasant lie they’re feeding themselves to give themselves a false sense of security. So that they can play pretend that everything is okay. That they’re safe. That whoever it was got what they needed to out of their system, and all will soon return to normal.

They might as well just say it: they already want to forget. Want to turn a blind eye, and pretend like Tina wasn’t murdered in cold blood, then defiled during a fit of black rage afterward.

Nancy turns to you with tears slipping down her cheeks and your heart shatters at the sight. She opens her mouth to speak, then promptly shuts it before whimpering in pain.

“Do…do you want something to drink, maybe?” you offer, unsure of what else to say.

She nods silently and you give her a small, forced smile before stepping away and heading toward the back of the room to a table that’s laden with various refreshments.

“She was a slut, yet we’re expected to sit here and listen while the preacher and her parents drone on and on for the next hour about how sweet and fuckin’ innocent she was?”

You blanch, and nearly drop the cup of ice water you’ve just filled for Nancy.

“Dude, that’s… I mean, the two of you went out, right? This is her funeral, Billy, so—” the young man speaking in reply seems at a loss for words at the cruel remarks which just spewed forth from Billy Hargrove’s lips so easily.

How can he talk about her like that? Of course it’s true that death doesn’t erase the terrible deeds one has committed, but in no way do you think that going out with boys and maybe messing around with them in the backs of their cars is that. As if he’s some pious little saint himself. He himself certainly garnered a reputation around Hawkins High, and not long after first gracing its halls, which, without quarrel, serves as indefensible proof otherwise.

What a fucking hypocrite.

You should say something.

But you don’t want to cause a scene.

Because, what if instead of getting him to shut up, it only serves to rile him up further, and he then loudly proclaims similar sentiments for all to hear? And then that is how today will be remembered.

You lightly shake your head while doing your utmost to tamper down your pounding heart that’s ready to fly into fight mode, and pour yourself a plastic cup of lemonade before returning to Nancy with drinks in-hand.

Billy watches as you step away, wholly oblivious to his dark gaze that’s now settled upon you. It has been for some time now, in truth. But one as innocent and naïve as yourself would never have a clue as to his infatuation. It’s one of many things he likes about you: your purity.

Sometimes he thinks it might be love...what he feels.

Billy leans back against the edge of the archway which separates the foyer from the parlor and takes a sip of his spiked Coke before licking his lips and tipping the lip of his cup toward you as you take a seat beside Nancy Wheeler. “That’s the girl you get down on one knee and make a life for. Who you bust your ass to make happy and feel safe.”

He glances to Tina’s casket and sneers. “Not every set of lips is worth so much goddamn effort.”

You remain still and silent throughout Tina's funeral service while Nancy cries quietly beside you.

You honestly feel like you might be sick, because none of this seems real.

Tina had been in the library where you work no more than a couple of weeks ago, checking out a new romance novel. And now...now here her lifeless corpse lies before you.

You keep expecting her to open her eyes, sit up, smile, and exclaim that the joke is over; you all played along beautifully, and everything is okay once again—you may all returned to your regularly scheduled programming now.

You don't want this to be real. Don't want this to be the new reality that Hawkins will be forced to live under the mourning veil of until a resolution comes to fruition, one way or another.

You don't know which theory you prefer, in truth: it being a mere passerby, meaning the threat has come to a finish just as quickly as it began, or that it's someone here, perhaps in this very room. At least that way, the perpetrator can be caught and brought to justice. Rather, so that Tina's family, as well as her memory can obtain as much.

Prison would be too kind a fate for him, whomever he may be.

They should bring back public hangings, you muse to yourself as you twine your fingers between Nancy's to give her a sense of grounding and steadiness as the pastor's speech draws to a close.

Billy leans back against his Camaro as he retrieves a lighter from his pocket, then sets the cigarette, which is perched between his lips, ablaze.

He watches as you tread quietly behind Nancy from across the parking lot, and as he focuses upon your angelic face—it resembles that of a pretty little porcelain doll; so fragile and easy to break—he takes note that you've been crying. Not at quite the same volume as your friend, clearly, but you have.

It makes you seem impossibly more beautiful, though. Hauntingly so.

He then ponders what your tears might taste like.

He groans and quickly palms himself over his pants at the thought of drinking them down—licking them clean from your supple, untouched skin—as you slide along his length while whimpering beneath him. From fear, overstimulation, or just the overwhelming feeling of being absolutely loved and devoured by him, he's not sure. In truth, any would do. Preferably all—simultaneously.

You have no idea how good he could be to you. For you.

You can't fathom the things he'd do just to make you happy. To keep you safe.

All he wants is a chance to show you.

He knows that in time, when things are just right, he will.

The languid summer air is sweltering today.

You shift uncomfortably atop the metal folding chair you're seated upon, then lift one of your legs so as to drape it over your opposite one, but know you won't be any more comfortable that way—your thighs will merely stick together; slippery with sweat they are—so you instead settle for once again crossing your legs at the ankles and folding your hands politely in your lap as you try desperately to focus on the pastor before you as he reads a passage from the Bible. The book of Psalms, you think, but aren't sure. The humidity settles over you like a heavy, suffocating blanket, causing your lids to droop and your senses to numb.

A sweat-soaked tendril of hair sticks to the back of your neck while a drop of perspiration slides downward, between your shoulder blades.

This isn't the right weather to be dressed all in black in, you think.

And then you lightly shake your head and force yourself to snap out of it.

Who thinks like that at a burial of all places? About choice of wardrobe?

Selfish, you think, mentally chastising yourself.

Eventually, the pastor, similarly to at the funeral home, steps aside, leaving an open opportunity for anyone who might like to give a few kind parting words to the gathered crowd, in honor of the deceased, a chance to do so.

Nancy shifts infinitesimally beside you, and you glance to her, only to find her already looking at you.

Her eyes flit between yours, almost like she's asking for some sort of silent permission or blessing—no, it's encouragement which she's wanting—so as to stand and say whatever it is which is within her heart.

You settle a hand atop her knee and give it a gentle squeeze while forcing a small, pained smile to your lips.

She swallows thickly, blinks, then nods just once before standing and making her way to the head of Tina's casket on uncertain limbs.

She reaches into her pocket and retrieves—with trembling hands—a crumpled piece of paper, which she proceeds to slowly unfold.

"We knew each other since we were six. And you were taken from us at eighteen. Twelve years we had to grow together and learn as friends. But a life shouldn't be quashed down to simple arithmetic—to mere numbers and decimals. To—"

Her lip quivers, but she quickly swallows it down, continuing on. "To dates carved into stone; from a specified start, to an unimaginable end. No, such dates don't show us the in-between. Words can try: daughter, sister, friend. But still it isn't enough. Plenty of us know it can never be. So, you live on through us instead. That's the phrase, isn't it? 'Survived by'. And you are: survived by everyone here. In our mind's eyes, our memories, our hearts, and our souls. We carry you with us, even as we lay your body down here to rest."

She lets out a quiet sob while rolling up the worn paper between her hands before clutching it tightly between them. "We love you, Tina. I'm so sorry this happened to you."

She makes her way back over to you, and nearly falls into her chair as her legs give out beneath her.

Her mom takes her into her arms as she begins to cry all the harder—as black tears streak down her cheeks, painting her face in a gesture of remembrance for the dead.

You silently mill about as Nancy and her mom, Karen, give heartfelt, tearful condolences to Tina’s family.

A cool breeze washes over your heated skin and you ease your neck back, watching as Spanish moss flits gently in the wind above you. The corner of your mouth tugs downwards into a frown at the sight of the ashen branch it hangs upon—all life now leached from it. It’s strange to consider: that a tall, sturdy, and strong oak tree is oh-so-slowly being drained of life by something so willowy and inconsequential.

There’s a term for Spanish moss, kudzu, and the like. Invasive species. An unwelcome outsider—or, in the case of kudzu, welcome, until it wasn’t; until it became too unruly to handle, and was thus left to swallow up every area it crawls its way across, completely uncared for—but too much of a parasite for any one person to know how to properly, or, rather, permanently, eradicate.

You suppose it serves as a reminder of how inconsequential you all truly are: people; humans. The house always wins. Nature, that is. It will one day reclaim all.

Maybe it’s supposed to be that way.

Time is a flat circle which envelopes and encapsulates everything. There is nothing here which hasn’t always been and won’t always be.

Perhaps one should take comfort at such a thought.

You glance around, wondering where your headstone will one day rest while attempting to envision your own burial and who might be amongst the crowd come to watch you become part of the earthen soil.

"You made a very beautiful speech, sweetheart," Nancy's mom states quietly from the front of the car.

"Thanks," she replies, barely above a whisper.

Her mom glances to the rearview mirror and catches your eye. "How're you doing, Y/N? You thirsty?"

She rummages in her oversized purse for a moment before retrieving a lukewarm water bottle for you from within, which she proceeds to hand back to you over her shoulder.

You take it from her and hold it tightly between your hands. "Thank you. And I'm...okay." You pause. "I guess. I don't know. I think...we're just—"

"Scared," Nancy interjects.

You nod.

The two of you grow silent again for a moment and you listen as the AC struggles to crank out cool air to combat the extreme summer heat which means to fight its way into the limited space of the car’s cabin.

“I know I’m not your old man,” Nancy’s dad starts, and you smile slightly, already sure you know where this is going to lead. “But I still consider you one of my own since our house has always stood as a sort of second home for you. I just want you and Nancy both to be safe. To mind the town curfew and always be looking over your shoulders. Alright?”

You glance to Nancy and she shakes her head with a grin. “Yes, dad.”

His eyes shift toward the rearview mirror and you give him a smile. “Yes, Mr. Wheeler.”

Nancy slides your hand into her lap. “You’re still…staying over tonight, right?”

You nod while giving her a small, playful nudge. “No, I just brought a bag over this morning because I’m slowly moving in.”

She snorts. “I’ll trade your parents Mike to get you all to myself.”

Her mom shakes her head. “Nancy…”

She glances to the back of her head with a sheepish look upon her face. “Just kidding.”

Nancy flops back onto her bed, then rolls her head to the side, watching as you peel yourself out of the black dress that clings to your sweaty skin, eager to be rid of it.

You try not to picture embalming fluid seeping out of Tina’s pores then, only for it to soak into the satin pillow which rests beneath her head from inside her locked coffin, staining it…what color is embalming fluid, anyway? For some reason, you imagine it as being blue. You wonder if that’s accurate.

You gently shake your head, sending the thought fleeing.

“What’s wrong?”

You glance to Nancy, letting your dress pool around your feet before stepping to the side. You then pick it up from the floor to toss in her hamper before going to shower. “Nothing. Just…today, I guess. I think I feel strange about being there.”

She sits up and her brows bow in confusion. “Why?”

You shift on uncertain feet and shrug. “I wasn’t close with her like you were. We were acquaintances, but barely, at that. I guess I just feel like it wasn’t my place to attend today, maybe.”

She stands and pads over to you, then slips her hands into both of yours. “You were there as a sign of respect.”

Her eyes flit downward and you watch as her cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. Or perhaps it’s just the blush she’s wearing, causing the illusion of her pale skin warming. Her gaze meets yours once again. “I would’ve fallen apart without you today.”

She wraps her arms around your neck. “I’m glad you’re here,” she whispers, nuzzling against you.

You hug her back. “Me too.”

You take a step back and grip each of her forearms. “I’m here whenever you need me.”

She nods while stepping toward you once more, and she presses a firm kiss to your cheek. “I know.”

You’re currently leaned back against the foot of Nancy’s bed, amusing yourself with a hundred piece puzzle on the floor while she flits through glossy magazines atop her bed—her legs swaying back and forth behind her while Flashdance plays quietly on her box TV across the room that’s set atop her dresser.

All of a sudden, your view is blocked by the page of a magazine being hovered in front of your face.

“She’s really pretty,” Nancy states while hanging her head off the edge of the bed.

“Uh huh.”

She sighs irritably. “You’re not even looking.”

“I’m trying to figure out where this piece goes.”

She shoves the magazine further into your face until it blurs.

You groan before snatching it out of her grip.

“Hey!”

You lean your head back and blink at her. “I thought you wanted me to look at it.”

She merely raises a brow in response.

You glance to the page and take a moment to study a picture of Molly Ringwald. “She was good in Sixteen Candles,” you remark before tossing the object behind you.

Nancy then playfully rests her chin atop your head and you bite back a smirk. “You don’t think she’s pretty?”

You press the puzzle piece into place. “She is.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

You laugh quietly. “Someone’s in a better mood.”

She rolls onto her back. “Do you think that’s bad? To feel happy for even a second while Tina is…” She trails off.

You turn around while resting one of your arms atop the mattress. “No. Of course not. She’s…gone, Nancy. And forcing yourself to be miserable in some twisted attempt to ‘honor her memory’ won’t change that. Don’t punish yourself.”

“I know.”

There’s a knock at Nancy’s door then and both your heads turn in that direction.

“Yeah?” Nancy calls, expecting it to be her mom checking on the two of you.

You’re both surprised when the door swings open, however.

“Am I interrupting girls’ night?” Steve asks while hanging in the doorway.

Nancy sits up then and perches herself on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

He shuts the door behind him before coming to seat himself next to her. “Thought I’d stop by and tell you in-person.”

You turn around and gaze up at the two of them, and Steve gives you a gentle smile, which you return.

“Tell us what?” Nancy insists, now on-edge.

“There’s going to be this…memorial-type-thing in the woods tonight. For Tina.”

“The woods—” you start, before Nancy interrupts, speaking your very thoughts aloud.

“The ones where Tina was murdered ? Not those woods,” she says incredulously.

Steve turns more toward her while sliding one of his knees atop her bed and resting his hand against the small of her back. “I think it’s just people trying to change how they remember that place. Throwing it back in his face—what he did there.”

Nancy looks to you with tears shimmering in her eyes, so you stand and seat yourself next to her.

“No one who shows up there tonight will be going to honor Tina. They’re going to throw a bonfire—a party—in the woods so they can get drunk. Right on top of where she was…” She sniffles.

Steve’s eyes flit to yours and then back away so quickly you almost doubt it happened.

“I’m sure that’s why some will be there tonight. But I just thought that, for you, maybe it could serve as some small form of…closure.”

“We’re all under curfew,” you remind him.

He shrugs. “It’s not like anybody our age is going to be adhering to it. Not tonight, anyway.”

Nancy speaks up then. “My parents would never let me out of the house, even if I wanted to go. You know that. So I don’t understand why you’re even bothering with—”

He looks at her bedroom window on the other side of the room, which is shrouded in billowy white curtains. “Could just do like I used to in high school when I wanted to come see you.”

He looks at her once more. “But if you’d rather stay here, I understand.”

Nancy wipes a tear from her cheek and you feel mildly irritated with Steve at the sight of her renewed emotional distress. Before he showed up, the two of you had been having a pleasant evening—she’d finally been in higher spirits for the first time in days. And now… Now she’s mournful again.

“Do you want me to go?” Steve asks her quietly.

Nancy turns fully toward you. “What do you think we should do? Should we go? I don’t know if I can take seeing that: people tossing beer bottles and trash all over where she—she was… And just laughing and pretending like everything is fine, and—”

She begins to sob then and throws herself against you.

Steve shifts awkwardly atop the bed, then clears his throat. “Maybe I should go…”

“No,” Nancy whimpers. “Can you both just hold me, please?”

Steve sidles closer and envelopes her back with his chest.

Nancy lies her head upon your shoulder and you each hold her as she cries, just like she asked.

“Ow!”

“Shh, just go slow and we’ll be fine,” you insist while silently closing Nancy’s window until it’s open only a crack.

You turn back around and watch with a pounding heart—terrified that the two of you are about to be caught any moment now, that her parent’s bedroom light will flicker to life and you’ll be busted and banned from their house, even if the two of you are technically adults now—as Nancy climbs down the trellis on the side of the house.

Once she’s reached the ground, she and Steve both stare up at you as they beckon you down to them.

“This is so stupid,” you mumble silently to yourself before following along behind your friend, praying that you won’t come to regret this when the two of you wind up in handcuffs for disobeying town curfew.

Your head lulls to the side and you watch as street lights and storefronts flit quickly by the car window.

You hope there’s not a deputy cruiser just waiting around a bend in the road up ahead somewhere.

The three of you may not be underage anymore, but you’re sure that won’t much matter since you and Nancy are barely even nineteen. You glance to Steve then and immediately grow cold all over.

No one knows who it is yet.

Steve hadn’t been lying about this supposed gathering in the woods, right?

No.

He isn’t like that. He’d never hurt Nancy. Would never hurt a fly, you’re sure. But that’s what makes it all the more plausible, isn’t it: that no one would ever suspect someone like him. Someone so kind and straight-laced and…well, he’s just your regular golden boy, isn’t he?

Is this how things will be from now on? You suspecting every single man you pass on the street and in store aisles? Doubting any sense of safety or trust you once felt toward any given person because of the terrible unknown that now lies over everyone’s heads in this town?

You stare at the back of Nancy’s headrest, wondering if she’s now thinking the same thing. If it’s come to her yet: the terrible possibility that the two of you could be next—tonight.

You feel sick.

“How did you find out about this…gathering?” you ask worriedly.

Steve clears his throat. “Tommy told me about it this afternoon.”

You nod. “Who do you think it is?”

You stare at the rearview mirror, expecting him to look at you. Rather, you wait for there to be a tell. Some jerk of a muscle or sudden movement which will confirm your suspicions. You pray he does no such thing. Pray that you’re entirely wrong.

Steve shrugs. “I wish I knew. That anyone did so this can all be over. I mean, I have no idea who the hell would’ve wanted to hurt Tina to begin with. Especially like that.”

He flips his right blinker on. “Just makes me sick.”

You and Nancy stay close to Steve as you all draw nearer to the bonfire.

Nancy’d been right about that much.

You’d, luckily, been wrong. About Steve, that is. You hope so, at least.

Nancy loops one of her arms around yours and you rest a reassuring hand against it.

“Either of you guys want anything to drink?” Steve asks while tucking a curl behind Nancy’s ear.

“Water,” you reply.

“And a Coke,” Nancy adds.

He nods and makes his way over to a cooler while you lead Nancy over to a fallen log for the two of you to seat yourselves upon.

“This feels…” Nancy trails off and shakes her head. “I just keep thinking—wondering, rather—if he’s here. I’d give anything right now to be able to read minds—find him out.”

Her eyes meet yours. “Maybe I’d shove a broken beer bottle shard in his neck.”

She’s never been the angry, violent type, but you figure she’s entitled to being as much now.

“He deserves that and worse,” you say.

Steve returns with your drinks then.

An older girl with a teased strawberry-blonde ponytail takes a standing position before the fire—flames licking at the sky above her frizzy head of hair—and she raises the amber bottle in her hand high above her to gather everyone’s attention.

You watch as beer sloshes from the open neck before she lowers the drink to her side again. “So, we all came here tonight for Tina. To give a big middle finger to the sick fuck who did this to her.”

She clears her throat, and pauses, like she’s trying to remember—or figure out—what she’s meant to next say. “So, uh, I’ll just open the floor to anyone who might want to say a few parting words to her, or tell stories to keep her memory alive.”

The young woman steps away, swaying lightly on her feet, leaving an opening for someone to then take her place.

Nancy shakes her head gently beside you. “A drunk to kick us off. Great.”

You turn slightly toward her. “Do you want to start everyone off? You don’t have to, since you spoke at her burial. I mean, you don’t have to anyway…”

She gently shakes her head. “No, I’ll do it. It should be someone who knew her. And who isn’t already under the influence.”

You and Steve stay seated as Nancy takes the vacated spot of the drunk girl.

Nancy clears her throat, then glances nervously to you and Steve before starting.

Sick fuck she’d called him.

She has no idea.

And the drunken cunt better watch it, or she’ll be next.

He shrugs slightly to only himself, knowing she wouldn’t be. Tina might’ve only been the beginning and the end, in truth. He’s just…not sure yet. There’d been something about it—the intimacy of being the only one present in her final moments; all that she could see, or hear, or feel—it’d been unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Something which had transcended this plane—empty and superficial it usually seems.

Or so he’d thought.

But to discover something more—something not typically seen by the naked eye—had taken ungovernable rage to achieve. Though, it had been calculated. Planned. At least in theory. But once they were there—just the two of them—in these very woods…it’d been a far heavier experience than he’d thought to prepare himself for.

The feeling he discovered… It was intoxicating. An absolute release and escape from the torment he’s been forced to endure and tolerate because he has no other recourse but to. Having absolute dominion over another and their bodily autonomy—over a woman—he’d be remiss to pretend at it having no sort of hold over him now.

But he’s sure that there must be another way to fill that void—to go about reaching that pinnacle again. One which doesn’t require that sort of repeated, bloody sacrifice.

It’s not that he sees human life as being sacred. He doesn’t. Not anymore. Not that he’s sure he ever did. But rather that he’s new at this and still yet unsure of himself. He can’t get cocky. Can’t allow it to swallow him whole. He needs to be cautious going forward. More cautious, that is.

He must take things in stride.

His vision flits to Nancy’s waifish form as he barely listens to the meaningless, mournful words leaving her lips.

He’s supposed to feel guilt. That’s what a normal person would be experiencing by now.

But he doesn’t. Not in the least. After all, she was the first to shed blood. To drive the knife of betrayal straight through him, leaving it forever lodged within his black, tarred soul. He was merely repaying the fact.

You feel tired. The warmth from the fire is gradually causing your body to relax and your mind to go hazy.

It’s been a long day.

You’d hoped to be in bed by now, but you know that you can always just sleep in tomorrow instead, if need-be.

You glance around, waiting for Nancy and Steve to return. He’d taken her somewhere nearby to relieve herself after finishing off her bottle of Coke once people’s condolences were through being paid. You don’t like being alone here, even if you’re surrounded by people.

You look so pretty tonight. What, with your skin all awash in a fiery glow and your heavy lids drooping sleepily over innocent eyes. You’re damn-near irresistable. Hell, you always are.

He likes how you don’t know it. That you wouldn’t have the first idea of how to use your body to your benefit against lesser men—lesser than him, that is.

He hasn’t always been so versed in salacious feminine wiles, but he’s learned. It’d taken quite some time to, but he inevitably did. And now—now he knows what he needs, as opposed to what he’d once thought he wanted.

He’s not pleased that you’re here tonight, however. You should know better. This isn’t you: a rule-breaker. Mischievous. But he knows who to blame for it: your presence in a place you ought not to be at to begin with.

Billy can tell that even now—even after earning himself a diploma and attending a nearby college—that little Pretty Boy Harrington still hasn’t wised up. He thinks…what? That if some psycho comes out of the woods, armed with God-knows-what, he’ll be able to protect you and Nancy both? He has no idea what he’s up against. None of them fucking do.

Billy smirks at the knowledge, and then he stands.

“This seat taken?” questions a baritone timbre to your right.

Slowly, you lift your head to gaze up at none other than Billy Hargrove. Your eyes trail downward from his smooth, tanned face, which is framed by golden-brown curls, to a sculpted chest advertised by a partially unbuttoned shirt, and then to blue jeans which cling to his muscled legs. You then proceed to follow his index finger—the rest of his hand is wrapped tightly around a bottle of beer—to the bit of empty wood next to you.

You glance across the way to where Nancy and Steve now stand chatting amongst themselves, then back to him, and you shake your head. “No.”

In truth, you have half-a-mind to tell him to piss off after the things you heard him saying at Tina’s funeral earlier in the morning.

You refrain, however.

It’s just like you to always keep your mouth shut when you have something to say.

You tell yourself you’re merely picking and choosing your battles. As if you’ve ever fought any to begin with…

He gives you a gentle smile, then seats himself next to you. Close enough that his thigh is now pressed up against your own. And fuck, if that isn’t enough to set his blood on fire.

He takes a drink, then tips the neck of the bottle toward you with a quizzical brow.

Unbeknownest to you, it’s a test. One which you promptly pass.

“No, thank you,” you reply while shaking your head, then lifting a water bottle for him to see.

He finds himself pleased with your response. “I didn’t know that you and Tina were close.”

You glance to Nancy across the way again before staring at the fire ahead once more. “She and Nancy were.”

He clicks his tongue. “I see. So you’re here for moral support, then?”

You nod.

He nudges you gently, forcing you to look at him.

“That’s sweet of you. The two of you’ve always been good friends, haven’t you?”

You nod yet again. “Since we were in kindergarten.” You look at him. “So all our lives.”

He studies you for a moment. “You looked really pretty—at the funeral.” He slides a feather-light hand down your back, not wanting to frighten you away like the skittish little fawn you are.

He knows it will take a patient, dexterous hand to reel you in and groom you properly—particularly for his own selfish wants and needs. That it will have to be a gradual process, even if he wants you all to himself now. Not later.

You shift beneath his gaze and he promptly removes his hand.

The two of you remain quiet for a moment, while Billy considers.

“You want to take a walk?”

Your head jerks back in Billy’s direction, sure that he can’t be serious. “No. I’m okay. Thanks, though…”

His eyes narrow slightly and he cocks his head softly to the side. “Why not?”

Your brows furrow. “Because it’s dark. And I mean…look where we are. The stretch of woods we’re in.”

He stands then and extends a hand toward you. “C’mon. You’ll be with me. I can keep you safe. Promise.”

He grins and gives you a wink that’s meant to make him seem charming. But the sight of his canines glinting against the firelight instills a different sort of sensation within you.

“I’m okay, Billy, really.”

His features shift. It’s so small a difference that you’re not sure you even trust your eyes—what you just saw. Perhaps it’s just the flickering fire playing tricks on you. Perhaps you’re just tired. Perhaps…

“There’s just something I want to show you. I think you’ll really like it.”

He’s always known you to be more amiable and submissive. He fights against his own bubbling displeasure at your disagreement.

His temper, at time goes on, is seemingly becoming harder and harder to keep a lid on.

You look to Nancy and fill with relief when you see she and Steve coming your way.

And then is when you stand, and he smiles, thinking he finally has you.

Until he’s promptly disappointed.

You keep your eyes trained on him, watching as his smile disappears at the company of your friends coming to join you. Encroaching on what should be his.

He’s so fucking sick of everyone and everything getting in his way.

Tina is only the beginning.

“Hey,” Nancy calls softly, coming to stand by your side. “You ready to head out?”

Billy steps closer to you. “I can take her home.”

All eyes come to focus upon him.

“If she wants to stay awhile longer, I mean,” he tacks on while shifting on his booted feet.

Nancy pulls you closer to her. “She’s staying at my house tonight. The next few, actually. So we’re headed to the same place. That’s nice of you to offer, though.”

Billy’s jaw flexes, but briefly. And then he relents. “You all enjoy your night, then. And be safe.”

He turns and circles the fire, gazing across the way into the deep, dark woods, feeling a familiar itch which he needs to tend to. Tonight. One of…self-gratification.

There’s few ways left for him to self-soothe now. Masturbation being chief among them. He’ll have visions of you to keep him company as he sees to his carnal needs this evening, at least.

He so anticipates when you will be the one physically helping him along, knowing exactly what he needs and how to give it to him by him only needing to give you a specific look, or a mere gesture.

He’ll train you so well. His perfect, innocent girl. He can hardly wait.

“What did Billy want?” Nancy asks with a sour tone while pushing bubbles around the bathtub.

You’d taken yet another shower yourself once the two of you snuck back into the house for the night—albeit a brisk one—wishing to wash the smell of woodsy smoke and mosquito bites from your body so you’d be clean when the two of you finally laid down to sleep. You’d both gone in through the front door, however, since the house was all dark when you got back, meaning everyone else had already gone to bed for the evening. No reason to risk breaking your necks climbing back up the side of the house and through a window again.

You rest your forearm along the side of the tub and shrug slightly. “He kept…asking me to go into the woods with him. He said he wanted to show me something.”

She sits up straighter then. “He what?” she asks, now thoroughly alarmed.

Your eyes flit to hers and she lies each of her warm, wet palms atop your forearm while proceeding to grip it securely. “Show you what?” she questions.

“We didn’t get that far. I told him no, and then you and Steve came over and we left. It’s just the way he was acting…the look on his face.” You lean back and shake your head. “I don’t know. Maybe I was seeing things that weren’t there because of the heat of the day, or exhaustion. Or maybe he’d just had too much to drink.”

She pulls the stopper from the drain and the tub begins to gurgle. “He’s never been one to keep it in his pants. Even today he was just looking to make another notch in his belt, I’m sure. I never understood what Tina saw in him.”

You fleetingly consider making her privvy to what you overheard Billy say about the girl in question at her own funeral, but decide against it. Nancy’s been through enough today.

You stand and hand Nancy a towel as she emerges from the tub, which she promptly wraps around her naked form.

“But you’d never be into someone like him,” she states while taking a smell step toward you.

You snort quietly. “He’s nice to look at, but, no, I very much doubt that.”

Nancy smiles. “Good.”

She’s most-certainly frightened.

Not that you blame her.

You know because, before turning in for the night, she set out an old star projector you haven’t seen since the two of you were ten or eleven years old.

You watch idly as various planets and solar systems make their way across the ceiling, stretching, then folding back in on themselves before circling around again and again.

Everything always comes full-circle.

You feel Nancy shift onto her side, and her hand comes to rest atop the crown of your shoulder. “I think I might take some flowers over to her grave tomorrow.”

You turn onto your side then as well to face her. “I’m sure Tina would like that.”

Nancy’s eyes flit between your own. “I always feel better when you’re here.”

You smile sleepily. “I’m glad.”

She glances away for a moment, and her expression changes to one that makes it seem as if she’s lost in thought. And then she returns her eyes to yours. “You never did answer me earlier.”

Your brows furrow. “Hm?”

“About if you think I’m pretty.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “I doubt that you need me to tell you that you are, Nance.”

“But do you think I am?” she asks softly while moving closer.

“Y-yes, of course I do. Why?”

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and then she does something entirely unexpected.

Nancy pulls herself flush against your body and proceeds to press her lips against your own.

The moment lasts for only that—a moment—before you pull away in shock. “Nancy, what’re y—”

“I’m sorry,” she immediately supplies while her eyes well with tears. “I just thought… That maybe you felt…”

She sniffles. “Please don’t be mad.”

You remain silent—your mind entirely blank.

You silently curse yourself for the sudden loss of words on your part. Because she’s staring at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something. Anything.

“It’s just…you’re with Steve. That’d be like—no, it would be—cheating.”

She nods slowly. “I know. I’m not…doing it to be unfaithful to him. I just… I’ve wanted to. For a long time. Especially today. Have you never wanted to…?”

“I’m…not sure. I don’t know.”

You suddenly feel doubtful toward yourself. Have you ever wanted to? Do you want to?

It doesn’t matter what the answer is. You won’t be inserting yourself into their relationship like this. You’re not that kind of person: a homewrecker, for lack of a better term.

She gingerly tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. “He doesn’t have to know, Y/N.”

You stare back at her in disbelief. This isn’t the Nancy that you know. She’d never cheat. Steve has done nothing to deserve this.

“Nancy—”

“Just for tonight, please. Couldn’t we try?”

Try?, you want to say. Try what?

“Nancy, we’re both exhausted. You’ve been through a lot today. The past week, really. Let’s just go to sleep, okay? I’m not mad. I promise. Maybe I do feel…something. But you’re spoken for, like I said. And I don’t…” You shake your head. “Even if you weren’t, I wouldn’t want to risk ruining our friendship over something that could never last anyway.”

She winces.

And you fill with guilt.

“I think you know what I mean. No one would ever accept something like that. Not here. Not in a small town like Hawkins.”

Her chin wobbles. “I know. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.”

You take one of her hands in yours. “It’s okay. I’m flattered, I think, if nothing else.”

She flushes. “Guess you know about my crush now…”

You begin to see recent moments spent with her in an entirely different light then. Like when you’d undressed after the funeral and she’d blushed at the nearly-naked sight of you. Or all the times she held your hand today. Or how she’d seemed even the least bit jealous about Billy having spoken to you this evening.

“Guess so,” you reply in a mere whisper.

The two of you grow quiet again momentarily.

“Could…you hold me?” she asks, while also preparing for rejection.

You give her a soft, reassuring smile. “Course.”

She wraps herself around you then while resting her head between your breasts. “Thanks.”

You close your eyes, ignoring your hammering heart, worried that she can hear it. “Welcome.”

It’s late.

And he shouldn’t be here.

Usually, when he wants to check up on you, he does so outside your house.

But you’re with her tonight.

So, here he sits across the street, staring up at Nancy Wheeler’s bedroom window instead.

He finds sleep difficult to find unless he’s looked in on you for the night. He’s made quite the habit of it for weeks on-end now. He’s just doing it to ensure that his darling girl is safe, that’s all.

Even if the only thing anyone in this town has to be afraid of now—most of all—is him. Especially a sweet young thing like yourself.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispers against the humid night air before turning his Camaro over and driving himself back home, ready to begin planning his next step.

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 days ago

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I have something for Johnny if you want.

Johnny x shy!reader that has scarlet witch powers? Being Johnny girlfriend and Johnny family adores shy!reader

‘I’m starting to think my family likes you more then me at this point.’ Johnny says one day as he face planted your shared bed.

‘How so Johnny?’ You asked sweetly as you waved your hand as you brought a blanket over your boyfriend’s body with your magic, never failing to notice the soft smile that grew across his face as he lifts himself from the pillow to face you.

‘Are you kidding me? I mean look at you!’ He exclaims as he gestures to all of you shamelessly, making you feel a little exposed by his beautiful brown doe eyes that never seemed to fail in making you melt. ‘You’re sweet, compassionate, adorable to an unfair extent it makes me question how a being as beautiful as you could exist, and did I forget to mention that you’re an absolute badass with your powers?’ Johnny adds with a smirk as he saw how easily affected you were by his words as he counts off everything he found to adore you for on his fingers.

You groan playfully as you smacked Johnny on his bicep, a sheepish smile began to spread across your lips, all the while attempting to fight back the butterflies that were making their presence known within your stomach. It didn’t matter if you were dating Johnny for a few weeks or a few months, for he would always find ways to make you feel as though no time has passed between the two of you.

You at first didn’t want anything to do with the cocky, overly confident, playboy known as Johnny Storm and stayed away from him for a good while…until you couldn’t and it lead to what you considered the best decision you ever made in agreeing to let him take you on a date. However recently Johnny’s sister Sue, her husband Reed and Ben had been taking note of the subtle changes within johnny and knew someone was the reason behind it, which had lead to Johnny dragging you to the Baxter building more times then you can count to meet his family; whom of which had grown a fondness towards you and your positive influence on Johnny himself.

‘Johnny…’ you drew out his name as you buried your head into his shoulder, holding him close as you selfishly leeched off of his warmth, not that you’d ever tell him this but you were certain with how eager he was to keep you in his arms chuckling. He was very much aware and was more than willing to indulge you as he was just as much addicted to your soft, comforting hugs that he swore to high heavens he would die without.

‘I’m not lying! You should hear them half of the time! Where’s y/n? Johnny, go get your better looking partner. Johnny, where is my future sibling in law, you can’t hog them all the time.’ Johnny replied as he made dramatic voices for the likes of Sue, Ben and Reed based on the most recent interactions with them, most of which were asking for you or wondering how you were in general. Johnny didn’t mind, if anything he was downright ecstatic knowing that his family were just as obsessed with you as he was, he adored how you and his sister got along the most; knowing straight away from the moment he found you and his family sharing stories in the kitchen that this was something he wanted to see more often in the future.

Commitment wasn’t his thing, it never was until he met you, and as cliche as that sounded -and he knew just how cliche it came across- but it was true and Johnny wouldn’t want it any other way. He’d even claim you had put some type of spell on him, to which you only hide your smile from his groan inducing joke in regard to your magical abilities. He even remembered the day that he realised that you were the type of person he wanted to bring to his family, something he never gave a deeper insight into before you mind you as he never felt that deep of connection.

So everyday when he wakes up to see you cuddled into his side peacefully and safely, he considered himself the most luckiest man alive, and he didn’t bother to hide it either as he bragged to anyone with ears that someone as wonderful as you had chosen a hotheaded stud muffin -his words- like him.

You smiled as you cuddled further into him, knowing firsthand that he was right, and you were still getting use to the idea that his family adored you from the moment Johnny brought you to your first of many Sunday family diners. You remembered sweating bullets and tugging at your formal attire, but Sue and Reed were more than welcoming and reassuring, meanwhile Ben was full on teasing Johnny about how he was growing into a true man.

However before you could respond you were quick to remember that you were very much late for your day out with Sue. You gasp upon realisation as you push Johnny away from you, who fell back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief that you had just pushed him away. ‘I’m late!’ You cried as you moved away from your baffled boyfriend, who had propped himself to his arms.

‘Late for what?’ Johnny asks as he watched you sort yourself out for an outing he wasn’t aware was taking place.

You smiled softly, not wanting to give too much away of what you and Sue had planned prior. ‘Sue wanted help to find something for Reed for Valentine’s Day, and I agreed to help her.’ You half lied, well you weren’t lying about helping his sister find something for Reed, but what you had left out was the fact that you were also using this time to find something for Johnny yourself. To you he deserved something for being such an amazing partner, and you were thankful that Sue was more than happy to help you in doing so during your most recent late night conversations with the blonde woman.

‘I just want to find something for him that he’ll love,’ you told Sue as you allowed your magic to flourish between your fingertips, a nervous habit you had developed the moment you realised that you were capable of feet’s no other magic user has ever accomplished before, it was a comfort to you and brought your mind back to what was most important to you and what was most important to you was Johnny smiling.

She smiles, glad to know that her brother was blessed with someone like you, reached out to grab your hand in hers as she squeezed it in reassurance. ‘Whatever you get him, I’m certain Johnny will treasure forever.’

‘Really? You really think so?’ You asked her, still a little nervous despite having been with Johnny for a while, but that man had a way to make you feel as though you were falling for him all over again and you wanted to hate him for it, and yet you found yourself becoming shy and flustered whenever the man even threw his arm over your shoulder. If this was what love was like then you hoped to stay in this never ending state of adoration and mutual understanding for as long as you could.

‘I know so.’ Sue replied, her eyes had a knowing look to them. ‘Johnny would take anything you give him becuase you were the one that give it to him, that thought that he would like it and all he’ll care about is that you had him on the mind and to show that you care about him.’ She finished, squeezing your hand again when she saw sparks of your magic come to life at your fingertips, rubbing her thumb across the back of your hand. You smiled at her. ‘Then I can’t wait for tomorrow.’ You tell her, beaming.

Johnny smiled from his place on the bed, again happy to see you and his sister bond and become close to one another, it was a simple thing that he didn’t know he needed but then again that was the magical thing about you. You made him want simple and small things that he would’ve taken for granted, or not even considered in the first place, and for that he couldn’t help but find himself wanting moments like this in your future together.

However before Johnny could open his mouth to push you for more details on your outing with his sister, the door opened to reveal Sue stood on the other side, obviously having been waiting for you but not showing an ounce of annoyance in the slightest.

‘I’m here to steal your partner.’ Sue says to her brother as she grasps your arm, pulling you to her side.

‘Not the first time my beloved is being stolen from me by you, Reed or Ben.’ Johnny scoffs playfully as he watched you and Sue link arms, already acting like you were in laws for a long time with how relaxed and comfortable you were with one another.

‘Oh you can have them back as soon as we’re finished shopping.’ Sue retorted.

‘So like ten hours from now?’ Johnny sarcastically replies with and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sibling squabble, making him look at you with a warm smile. ‘Don’t I get a goodbye kiss at least from my most beloved?’ Before you could give him his kiss, Sue drags you out of the room with her and out the door, though not before shouting over her shoulder followed by your laughter. ‘You’ve had enough time today to trade kisses, now you have to wait.’

Johnny only groans dramatically as he flops back onto his bed, impatiently waiting for you to come back not even seconds after you left his room, he really was in love like the sappy bastard Ben teased him in being.

#johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x you #johnny storm fanfiction #johnny storm fluff #johnny storm x reader #fantastic four imagines #fantastic four imagine #fantastic four x reader #mcu x reader #mcu imagines #mcu imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

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mejaemin · 2 days ago

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bf!jungwon headcanons

day five of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 1.5k

summary: self explanatory!

warnings: definitely very rushed and not proofread (you will probably find more than a few mistakes), fluff, very lovey dovey n flirty, the second to last one is very suggestive !!!

an: happy birthday jungwon !!!! one out of seven of my first loves in kpop is getting older :333 i hope it was spent full of love, here is this to celebrate !!! (adding colored text later)

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bf!jungwon who’s drawn to your presence, gravitating towards you even without noticing

you’re both very normal about not needing to be all over each other, mutually agreeing that it’s okay to have space sometimes

however… just because you guys came to that agreement doesn’t mean you have to listen, right?

he says he’s not clingy, yet he somehow always ends up by your side

“i’m not following you, i swear! i just.. ended up here!”

you’re at a hangout with jungwon and his friends, and you’re sitting on the couch with sunoo when all of a sudden you feel a head on your shoulder. platonic skinship is common between the eight of you, so you didn’t mind, but the feeling of said person’s head nuzzling into you like a cat immediately raises a flag as to who it is.

“wonie, are you tired?” you look down at him, running a hand through his soft locks.

he looks up at you from his phone, a content smile on his face as he shakes his head. “no, i just.. actually, i don’t even know when i came over here. i think i was on autopilot. i just felt like sitting down for a little.”

you giggle before returning to your conversation with his friend. jungwon relaxes into your side, perfectly okay with just cuddling into you while you chat. the day started off as a hangout for him that you just so happened to tag along to, meaning he would be more focused on his friends (which you didn’t mind), however he still manages to find his way to you even when that wasn’t the goal.

bf!jungwon who isn’t afraid to kiss you when you’re wearing lip products

you were used to dating men who would avoid kissing you when you had something on your lips, so you avoided wearing them around jungwon, assuming he was the same

however, he’s sitting with you while you do your makeup, and he sees your entire drawer full of lip products.

pulling it open, he looks through the piles in shock.

rather than saying something problematic, all he does is ask why you don’t wear them, and letting you know he doesn’t mind having a little tint on his lips

you’re sitting at your vanity doing your makeup, and jungwon pulled a chair from the dinner table to sit with you while you do so. he’s fairly quiet throughout the routine, watching intensely in a manner eerily similar to that of a cat. every once in a while he’ll ask a question or two, nodding at your response before going back to his trance.

after a while, it falls into complete silence, save for yours and his humming to the music playing and the shuffling of your hands and various makeup products. it’s quiet but comfortable, and jungwon finds his head falling against your shoulder as he falls in and out of sleep.

eventually, you pull open your lip drawer, sifting through the products before changing your mind and shutting it. he sits up in shock at the sheer amount of products in there, gaping before speaking up. “you’re not gonna put anything on your lips?” his head tilts.

“no, i don’t want it to bother you if i kiss you.” you pinch his cheek, shaking your head.

“oh please, i don’t mind a little bit of lip gloss. come on.” he opens the drawer, looking through it before he finds a shade he likes and pulls it out, taking your chin between his hand, he applies the product. pressing a kiss to your lips he pulls away to look in the mirror, rubbing what came off onto his own lips in. he admires the look, “see? i look good with a little pink anyway.”

bf!jungwon who is reminded of you with every little thing

he may or not be a little obsessed with you…

every time he goes out, he finds something to take a photo of for you, saying something like ‘us<3’ or ‘this is so you :3’

it could be something as mundane as a strawberry, but seeing it will trigger the thought of you

he was never an impulsive spender, but once you started dating, he couldn’t help but blow his money on everything that reminded him of you

you’re minding your business, laying around at home. jungwon is out with friends, doing whatever they might do with one another while you stay home. you just weren’t up to going out, so you let him go on his own. he felt bad, but you forced him to go on the agreement that he’d send updates throughout the whole day.

he said he’s on his way back now, and when you scroll through the messages from when he was out it brings a smile to your face. he has many photos of random things like his pretzel that was shaped like a heart, and a cat shaped puddle that was on the sidewalk. many other photos were sent of stuff you liked that he saw in stores, all captioned with the same ‘:ooo’ or ‘you want this?? it’s so you !!! :3’. it was the cutest, and you told him to leave them but when your front door opened, followed by the loud noise of crinkling shopping bags, you knew he didn’t listen.

he makes his way to you, a sheepish smile on his face as he sets the bags down in front of you. he gives a haul of all your gifts, animatedly explaining why he got them. the last one is kind of strange though, as he pulls out a container of expensive strawberries.

“um.. i know we already have strawberries, but i saw them and they made me think of you, so… we have more now?” his cheeks are flushed, but you kiss right over it at his cute tendency to buy something at the mere thought of you.

bf!jungwon and his lovely shoulders <3

his shoulders are your favorite thing about him, and for good reason of course !!!

they’re perfect for resting your head on when you’re tired, and he’s always willing to give one up for you

some people never skip leg day, but he never skips shoulder day because he knows how happy they make you

seeing the definition in his shoulder muscles when he takes his shirt off too… lord

the pool party you’re having with yours and jungwon’s friends is going surprisingly well, yours and his friends mixing very well. it’s perfect, and you’re all getting along well. right now you’re at the outdoor table with your friend and sunghoon under the umbrella, talking about god knows what when you see jake and jungwon reach for the water guns. the older fills his up, and your boyfriend begins removing his shirt before following suit.

“yeah, and it’s so dumb because why would…” you trail off, zoning out at the sight before you.

his back is to you, muscles flexing as he pulls his shirt over his head. your mouth falls open without you realizing, your eyes trailing over every chiseled line and divot in the muscles in his back and shoulders. his skin is smooth, glistening under the sun. you’re brain is already turning to situations where he’s over you, and your nails leave dark red lines across the smooth skin, drawing blood as he…

sunghoon’s hand waves over your face, completely unamused at you. “save the heart eyes for after we go home please, god.. and i thought i was bad with the zoning out..”

bf!jungwon who wants nothing but time with you for his birthday <3

it’s a little corny, but when you ask him what he’d like for his birthday the only thing he says is that he wants you!

no gifts, no material things, only you to hold and love on

of course he’s grateful for whatever you buy him anyway, taking the best care of his gifts

but his favorite is you being by his side for what he hopes is forever

jungwon’s bedhead is ridiculous as he sits up in your shared bed, the blanket falling to reveal his bare chest. you sit down on top of the sheets, leaving kisses all over his face and lips before setting down his gift bags next to him. you also have a miniature cake, decorated with paw prints and cats.

“happy birthday wonie!!! i know you said no gifts, but i can’t help it.. i went to the store and just went crazy!”

you stick the candle in the cake, lighting it before singing to him. his smile is bright, albeit tired, as he enjoys your voice. once done, his eyes shut, and he blows the candle. when his eyes open, he swipes a finger through the cake to eat.

“thank you so much, lovie, this is all so amazing.. you know what i wished for, though…” he whines, putting the cake down in the nightstand to pull you into his arms and onto the bed.

“hmm, do i?” you giggle.

“yeah, you do.. all i wanted to do was spend it with you, y’know? you didn’t have to spend any money… just stay with me, right here…” he hums, already getting sleepy. you don’t mind, giving him what he wants, you, and more simply because you can’t help it.

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elllisaaa · 21 hours ago

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UNDER THE INFLUENCE - J. YUNHO

KINKTOBER DAY 21 - QUIROPHILIA

SUMMARY : working with yunho was both a blessing and a curse. a blessing because he was incredibly talented and smart. a curse because you had to look at his pretty hands all day long and it was very, very distracting. so when you spend the night trying to come up with a diagnostic for a patient, doing exams in the labo all night with him, you cannot hide your attraction anymore.

-> pairing : surgeon!yunho x surgeon!fem!reader

-> words count : 1.6k

-> genre : smut & a tiny bit hint of fluff at the end

-> warnings : soft dom!yunho x sub!reader, quirophilia/hand kink (obviously), fingering, dirty talk, begging,

+ the way i'm depicting yunho does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

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“- I’m gonna go get a coffee, you want one ?

- Yes, please ! I feel like my brain is gonna explode.”

Yunho chuckled at your reaction, and he took his wallet with him as he got out of the laboratory. You were both stuck here to try and come up with a diagnosis for a patient who had an infection that you couldn’t heal and that was going to cause irreversible damages if you weren’t able to find what it was. You and Yunho were the head surgeons of the hospital, and so far, working with him had always been a blessing : he was very talented in his field, had a sense of morals and he was the sweetest human being on earth.

The only thing that bugged you was his hands. His hands and his long fingers. His hands you were forced to stare at all day and that made you wet thinking about them. You knew you always had an appeal for people who had pretty hands, but with Yunho, it was worse. You didn’t know exactly what it was, you couldn’t pinpoint this detail that made you so attracted to his hands, but the facts were there - you were obsessed by them and it was hard to concentrate on the results of your tests when he was the one holding the sample.

“- And one coffee for Miss Y/N ! Be careful, it's really hot.

- Thank you so much, you’re an angel.”

As he handed you your cup, your fingers brushed against his, and all these thoughts you were trying to keep under control came back to the surface. You could feel your cheeks flushing as you focused on your coffee rather than on how perfect his hands were. So far, Yunho never noticed, or at least, he never made any commentaries about it. The thing was that you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you didn’t want to make it awkward, especially since you were colleagues, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself either. Because yes, you liked his hands a little bit too much, but you also liked him a little bit too much.

“- I did the last tests I could, we just have to wait a few hours to get the results now.”

Yunho watched as you nodded and pretended to be immersed in the reading of a new report about another patient of yours. He always thought that you looking at his hands was pretty normal, especially since you were surgeons - after all, you were very cautious in your work, and he didn’t mind you always being attentive and having his back. But lately, he had noticed how much you were staring at his hands even outside of the operating room. And even now, as he was just pushing his glasses up his nose, you couldn’t help the way your eyes followed his every move.

“- Y/N ?”

You perked up, trying to look as if you were working and not like you were observing his hands - once again.

“- Why are you always looking at my hands ?”

He saw your eyes widen in surprise, your cheeks taking a deep shade of red and your mouth opening because of the shock. So he was right, you were definitely not just checking if he was doing his work right. You looked away, ashamed to have been called out when you thought you were being slick.

“- It’s just… It’s nothing.”

You tried to defend yourself, but nothing was coming to your mind, and Yunho didn’t look one bit convinced by your weak arguments. He tilted his head to the side, staring at you from the other end of the desk.

“- Tell me. You know I won’t judge you.”

You looked back at him hesitantly, biting down on your bottom lip before you took a deep breath. This couldn’t have stayed a secret forever after all, he would’ve noticed one way or another so you’d better spit it out now.

“- I’m… I’m really attracted to hands in general. I don’t know how to explain it, it has always been like that. I just love hands for some reasons. And you have some really pretty hands. And I can’t do anything else than look at them all day. And… Yeah.”

As you talked, a grin started to spread across Yunho’s face. He didn’t think about that, but it all made sense now - the way you always shivered when he accidentally (or voluntarily) touched you, the way you couldn’t detach your eyes from his hands when he was doing some tests, the way you were always hyper aware of his every move. Your cheeks were even redder, if that was even possible, and Yunho couldn’t help thinking that you were cute like that.

“- So it’s only my hands that you like ?”

Your embarrassment visibly grew as you buried your face in your own hands, groaning about how you were so stupid, how you were sorry.

“- I didn’t want to make it weird since we work together. But I… The fact that your hands are attached to you is not a downside.”

Yunho chuckled as you confessed under your breath, and he decided to end your sufferings. He stood up and bypassed his desk to join you on your side, hooking his fingers under your chin to force you to look up at him.

“- You didn’t make it weird. I just wish you had told me sooner.

- You could’ve too.

- I could’ve. I’m such a bad boyfriend, aren’t I ? I think I need to make it up to you.”

Before you could even react, Yunho leaned down to press his lips against yours - softly at first, and as you deepened the kiss, he let his tongue slip into your mouth, not letting you go before you were dizzy and out of breath.

“- How do you plan on making it up to me ?

- What about my fingers in your needy cunt ?”

You couldn’t argue with that so you only kissed him again, sighing against his mouth as his hands dropped down to your waist, pushing you to stand up until he could lift you up and drop you onto your desk. He parted your legs with his knee, and you only needed his signal to spread them open. Yunho didn’t stop devouring your mouth as he let one of his hands slide down your clothed body, the other one curled around the back of your neck to hold you in place.

You gasped against his lips when you felt his light touch through your pants, and you could feel the grin spreading on his lips as more noises escaped you when he started to rub your clit through the fabric. After months without having anyone touching you because work - and Yunho - kept you too busy, it felt like a relief to finally feel something, to have someone else pleasuring you. Yunho stayed attached to your lips as he slipped his hand under the waistband of your pants and inside of your panties, his fingers now directly in contact with your cunt.

“- Shit… You’re so wet already…”

Maybe you should feel embarrassed about the amount of slick dripping down your inner thighs, but with the way Yunho groaned as he covered his fingers in your arousal, you were sure that he didn’t mind it. You reconnected your mouth to his, drowning out your moans as he pushed one finger inside of you, sliding right in with how wet you were. You were practically certain that he could have made you cum with one finger only, because it was so long he could reach your g-spot without even trying.

“- Yunho… Need another one, please…

- Fuck, whatever you want angel.”

And a second finger joined the first, making you lose your mind and tightening the know slowly building in your stomach. Clearly, he was now aware of how much of an effect his hands had on you, and the fact that you were unable to stop yourself from moaning and whining as he fingered you drove Yunho just as crazy. He was entirely focused on you - on the way you muffled your noises against his lips, on the way you grinded against his hand as if to encourage him to push his fingers deeper in, on the way you seemed to be addicted to the feeling.

“- Come one angel, cum all over my fingers, I know you want it.”

Yunho’s words were all you needed to tip over the edge and let go, your walls tightening around him and your whimpers coming out choked because of how hard you were biting down on his shoulder. he continued to thrust his fingers into you at a slow pace until you were completely relaxed in his hold. He pulled out his hand and brought it to his lips, sucking away your essence, groaning at the taste of you - and he couldn’t wait to have a better one, a real one.

“- You’re gonna be the end of me.”

Your protests only made him chuckle and he placed another sweet kiss on your lips, but it only took a few seconds for it to get heated again. And as you were about to put your hands on the obvious boner deforming his own pants, the signal indicating that the results of the tests were finished rang loudly through the laboratory. Right, you were at work. Yunho reluctantly let you go, but not before he could stare into your eyes, his gaze full of hope and affection.

“- Let me take you out this weekend. Let me show you that I’m the one for you.”

Of course, you said yes. And of course, that same weekend, you had a taste of his fingers again.

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waifuoftomonori · 3 days ago

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Okay, I’ve answered most of these in other posts already, but I’ll go ahead and answer the ones I haven’t. (I’m not sure if this is the usual way to do this, but I doubt anyone’s gonna send me asks and I want to answer the questions anyway.) 1. N/A - no other fictional character brings me nearly as much joy, comfort, or lust as Tomonori of Scarlet Fate

2. Well, when I was a kid, I had a major crush on Farid from Inkheart, if that counts. I haven’t read those books in ages, so he is no longer a blorbo for me, and considering he’s a kid, I don’t know if he would still be if I reread those books. I feel like I might sympathize more with the author, or maybe even get a crush on— what was his name, Dustfinger?— the grown-up thief. …Anyway, due to that combined with the portrayal of certain characters in The Thief Lord, I blame Cornelia Funke for my lifelong obsession with rogues.

3. see my post about the moment of blorbo-ization

4. I have to pick just one? Oh, man. Okay, as impressive and sexy as Tomonori’s composure in the face of various threats is, from a snarling beefy monk to various gods/demons who want to end the world, my favorite thing about him has to be the world-altering potential of his unspoken but deeply passionate love for Shiki. This man was equally willing to cause the apocalypse or save the world for her. That is a choice he canonically laid at her feet. I’ve seen “I’ll end the world in your name / out of love for you” a few times before, and I’ve seen “I’ll save the world for you / because you’re in it” a few times, but this might be the first and only time I’ve seen a character who’s absolutely willing to do either. Who puts his personal opinion of whether the world should continue or end secondary to the opinion of the person he loves, even when he has the power to do either, and gives her that choice instead. That might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen a character do in fiction.

5. Do I dislike anything about him? Other than things the writers didn’t fully explain, like whoever decided the role he should play in Gentoka’s route, no. It’s not that I think he’s flawless, but his pettiness and stubbornness and (only sometimes necessary) secretive tendencies and all of that are endearing to me.

6. Uh, I don’t know. The writer in me would be dying to show him my fanfiction and ask, “How would you act if you were in this situation?” or “Is this something you think you would say? How would you change it?” about a million places in the work, but as a person I think that might make him uncomfortable, especially if it came out of nowhere. I do “talk to him” a lot in my journals, and my version of him answers back. We’ve had whole conversations. He can’t seem to stop calling me “Shiki” though; it feels incredibly awkward to have him use my real name for some reason.

7. There’s a fandom other than me? Like, a fandom with collective opinions and stuff? I had no idea.

8. Introvert who’s learned how to read people and interact with them in formal contexts out of necessity. He’ll paste on a smile and say all the right things in public, but if given the choice he’d rather be at home reading.

9. calm, devious, romantic

10. If he’s trying to protect me, yes, absolutely. If that’s not a guarantee and Shiki and Akifusa also exist in this world (mostly Shiki, he’s not quite as protective of Akifusa, who to be fair doesn’t need it from physical threats as much), then I’ll trust him to protect me as long as it doesn’t interfere with their lives or safety.

11. Yup. So many fanfics. Still writing them, in fact.

12. Yeah, my mom, dad, and stepdad all know about him and the extent of my obsession with him. I’d probably gush about him to my brothers more if they were home more often or showed even a trace of interest.

13. Anything I could feasibly see him doing? No. But then I guess if he committed an act that would severely change my opinion of him, he wouldn’t be the same character, would he? So maybe that’s the whole point of the question. …Uh, sorry for clarifying all that. I guess if he raped someone, that would change things.

14. Again: there’s a fandom? Never had that problem. But even if I did, I don’t think I would distance myself from the character, just from the other people. Or if I’d grown close with them, I’d just ask them to stop talking about the character with me, and I’d do the same with them. We’re allowed to have different opinions, but I shouldn’t have to hear them dissing my favorite character if I don’t want to, and I’d hope they would respect that as my friends.

15. Big fandom problems, not mine.

16. Define “canonically”.

17. Hell no. Look, not all writers are sadists who want to see characters suffer. When I do make him suffer, it’s because the story compels me to, or else there wouldn’t be interesting conflict for him (and usually Shiki and/or Akifusa as well) to eventually overcome.

18. Yes. With Shiki and Akifusa, as is doubtless abundantly clear by this point.

19. Short, smartass, scheming, morally complex men who are passionately in love with one woman for the vast majority of their lives. (Or man; I wouldn’t mind reading a gay version of this, I just haven’t found one yet.) Alternate type: thieves, rogues, bandits, cutpurses, pickpockets, footpads, maybe assassins in extreme cases. If the two “types” are combined in one character, so much the better. Also, on a list of fictional characters I find attractive, 4 of the… 20-ish have red eyes, and two of those four are ostensibly human.

20. N/A. …Or, I guess, no. Depending on how one defines “blorbo”. I have favorite characters (and ships) from other works of media, characters and ships of whom I prefer to read fanfiction over fanfiction of any other characters or ships, but I don’t get excited about them the same way I do about Tomonori.

21. N/A

22. I don’t know. I want to say yes, but if he were real I’d feel uncomfortable writing fanfiction about him, since I don’t do RPF. And although I adored him as a character in canon, I think it was through the fanfiction I wrote after that I grew to love him and all his many facets on a deeper level. But I guess if he were real, he’d be dead since he lived in the Heian era, so maybe I wouldn’t have that problem. But I dunno, then I’d have to do even more historical research, and that’s just a pain in the ass. I’d probably still admire him, though.

23. He’s a victim of 1. Gentoka’s route; 2. not appearing in the CD Drama official art that showed the 5 “main” love interests shirtless but apparently Tomonori didn’t matter enough to the writers for that; 3. not getting a nice yukata in the summer festival stories despite the fact that fuckin’ Akifusa got one and from goddess lady’s perspective I would think Tomonori would seem more important and thus more deserving of one, but again, apparently the writers and/or artists didn’t care enough about Tomonori for that; 4. not getting any additional “autumn” stories; and 5. not getting a sequel story. …If anyone does happen to have information that the people in charge of Scarlet Fate released extra bonus stories and/or official art of him wearing anything other than that kimono (or the school uniform for the high school AU CD Drama, but that doesn’t count because it’s not canon and they did it wrong anyway, Shiki should obviously have been childhood friends with Akifusa and Tomonori too, not just some rando girl they instantly crushed on at first sight— leave that to the other love interests)— please let me know, and let me know where I can read or see it.

24. hmmm. I don’t want to change anything. But if I had to? Let’s make him even shorter. Like, 5’0” or something. Even shorter than Shiki.

25. I’m pretty sure they used him in the Scarlet Fate+ app to introduce the player to the game, but of course at that time I didn’t realize who he was. How did I first discover that app? I was playing a bunch of similar otome at the time— well, similar in the sense that you’d spend some version of stamina to read stories for free 5 times a day, or you could pay once to gain access to the full story. I think I gave up on Scarlet Fate+ because it’s really not the kind of story that’s ideally read in small fragments like that, but later I returned to the paid version, bought it, and thoroughly enjoyed Akifusa’s route. (After reading Gentoka’s, which was kinda meh— and I have the problem with it I mentioned above, although I didn’t have that problem at the time because Gentoka’s route is lacking in Tomonori lore so I didn’t have the full context— but helped me realize Shiki’s a badass, and I liked it enough that I wanted to read about other characters. …Anyway, I read Akifusa’s next because Akifusa made me laugh, and I’ve found that’s usually a good sign I’ll enjoy an otome character’s route. Often that character will end up being my favorite. In this case, I fell in love with his best friend instead. Sorry, Akifusa. Look on the bright side, you’re one of the characters I ship with him.) 26. Definitely not. This sounds terrible to admit now, but at the time I thought he was just a tutorial character who they only included because he had a pretty face. Even after you get to see little hints of his personality in the game, I still had no clue. I think the first premonition I had that he might be a more interesting character than I gave him credit for was how he dealt with the “trolley problem” in Akifusa’s route. Possibly.

27. Of course I want more people to know about him. It’s tiring having to explain who he is every time. I joked about making an informational PowerPoint once, but I might seriously consider doing that.

28. Yes. Not for any reason to do with Tomonori specifically, but I have been attacked online for the mere fact that he is a fictional character and I’m obsessing over him. I think I made a post about that too.

29. I’m the only creator of fanfics about him that I know. No, my own fanfiction has not made me cry. It has moved me emotionally on occasion, but not to the point of tears.

30. It’s been six years so far. What’s another three? Sure.

BLORBO ASKS GAME

reblog if you’d like people to send you asks about your Blorbo

who’s the Blorbo that you’ve never posted about on your blog?

who was your first ever Blorbo, who was your childhood Blorbo, and are they still your Blorbo?

was there any specific point / any specific moment that suddenly made this character your Blorbo, or did you slowly grow to love them more and more until they became a Blorbo to you?

what’s the thing you love the most about your Blorbo?

what’s the thing you dislike the most about your Blorbo?

if you could talk to your Blorbo, what would you say to them?

what’s the one thing the fandom gets wrong about your Blorbo?

is your Blorbo an introvert or extrovert?

describe your Blorbo in 3 words

if your Blorbo were real, would you trust them with your life?

have you ever written a fanfic about your Blorbo?

do you talk to your family or in-real-life friends about your Blorbo?

is there any crime, any wrongdoing your Blorbo could commit that would make you stop loving them and remove them from your hyperfixation entirely?

have you ever distanced yourself from your Blorbo / have you ever left a fandom because people in the fandom were being too toxic?

have you ever gotten involved in ship wars?

is your Blorbo canonically alive?

do you like seeing your Blorbo suffer?

do you ship your Blorbo with any character?

when it comes to Blorbos, do you have a type?

if you have more than one Blorbo, do you love them all equally?

if your Blorbo is from a live-action media, are you also a fan of the actor who plays them?

would you still love your Blorbo if they were real?

is your Blorbo a victim of badly written script / bad plot / character assassination in the hands of canon?

if you could change one canonical thing about your Blorbo, what would it be?

how did you first discover your Blorbo?

when you first discovered your Blorbo, did you realize from that moment that they would become your Blorbo?

do you gatekeep your Blorbo? / would you want more people to know about your Blorbo?

have you ever been attacked online just because you liked your Blorbo?

has a fanfic about your Blorbo ever made you cry?

do you think this character will still be your Blorbo three years from now on?

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bewaryofpity · 10 hours ago

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prompt 11 smut w/ nico hischier pleaseee🙏

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11. “Let me come in you, please. I want to fill you up.”

Nico liked control, not in an obsessive way, but he was a simple man who enjoyed having a routine and being prepared for any occasion. When he met you, however, he forgot about all of this, he easily crumbled under your touch.

He wasn’t the kind of man to get involved in a situationship, there was no stability in that, though you were always on speed dial when he would call you for a quick fuck, it lacked the security and the control he so much needed.

But he was a hypocrite because now you were on top of him, tits moving in front of his face with the rhythm of your hips rolling over his cock, your cunt teasing him and spreading your juices all over. His red tip bumped your clit, pre cum leaking ever more. Raising your hips just enough to guide you on his cock, he let out a shuddered breath when you finally sinked down with your hips flushed to his.

“I’m so full, Nico.” You moaned, hands coming to rest on his abs for leverage. Your warm walls hugged him tight, and he couldn’t contain himself. His thumb reached to slowly circle your clit, earning a gasp from you as your hole squeezed around his thick cock. And he was just as stunned, barely trying to think of something else in order to not come so fast, but the way he was hitting your cervix, your moans so sweet, your mouth agape in pleasure, your delicate hands on his skin, almost got him breaking your number one rule – no coming inside. Almost.

Before he could stop himself, his mouth spoke for him, “let me come in you, please. I want to fill you up.”

Shocked by his words you halt your movements for a second, his plea sent a hot wave all over your body, your thighs instinctively closing around him at the thought of his hot cum spilling inside of you. And the way he’s biting his lip, clenching his abs, and gripping at your hips begging for you to move made all reason leave your mind.

So your lips quirked into a small smirk, his brows knitting together at your expression. You ground your hips down in a circle and he raised his hips up to meet yours, to take in every inch of you around him. His lips parted slightly, fingers curling harshly into your hips, panting. He was whining, he was desperate to let go inside of you. You leaned down, chest pressing into his, still grinding back and forth on his length. You kissed his stubbled jaw first, then the corner of his mouth, and finally his lips. He groaned into your mouth, grip tightening on the curve of your thighs.

“Let go for me.” You let out sweetly. Sitting back upright, your hands came to rest against his taut stomach as you fucked yourself onto him. “Go on, fill me up.”

Nico whimpered softly, digging his heels into the mattress, as you felt warmth spilling inside your walls.

#v day special !#nico hischier #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nico hischier smut #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl smut #bewaryofpity writes

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honestlyanowl · 18 hours ago

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what if, what if Jinx being absolutely Obsessed with curvyplussized!reader— like she can't help but be all over her, pawing, palming, groping at whatever she could get her hands on, maybe even her mouth. Chubby cheeks? Plush stomach? Hips? Breasts? Ass? Thighs? Our girl J is absolutely floored like she can't help but eye reader until she just can't help but beg the poor woman to sit on her face! reader would be so reluctant, not wanting to suffocate her, but before she knows it Jinx already has her hands on her thighs and dragging her to her awaiting lips! PLSPLSPLS WRITE THIS! 🙏🙏🙏

oh lord this is golden ♡ jinx would be feral! (REQUESTS OPEN) - (IF YOU WANT TO BE A KNOWN ANON PUT -*EMOJI* AFTER A REQUEST/ASK)

Content: Nsfw - smut, face sitting, explicit descriptions, groping, dom!jinx (?) sub!plussized reader ᝰ.ᐟ

You weren't sure when this obsession started, maybe it was the sudden need to have her arms around you at any chance she had, or the way she jumped to shut you up before you could talk down on your appearance.

But Jinx had become utterly, almost- dangerously infatuated with you, and your body, to be more precise.

You supposed it had always been this way in some cases, but now more than ever.

She was practically drooling over you at this point.

You were trying to relax? She'd be all over you, legs straddled either side of your hips as her hands palmed at any skin she could find.

She was like a desperate dog; whimpering as she pawed at your curves, and the subtle rolls in your stomach.

It was one of those things you weren't entirely sure how to react to, though, it wasn't unpleasant, in fact the flattery had you making soft sounds under her touch—her hands eagerly groping one of your breasts, the other laced with your fingers as she stuffed her face into your neck, littering it with kisses and desperate pecks.

"J-jinx..?" though you tried to make your voice clear, it came out more of a breathy whine.

The one hand that wasn't being brutally squeezed by Jinx's, lifted to hold the back of her head as she nipped and grazed her teeth along your collarbone.

"Just- let me have this..." You could feel her breath mingle across your skin as she sighed against it.

She recoiled her hands from you to attempt to unbuckle your belt, eventually discarding it blindly across the room, you were obviously wide eyed; but she was aware that you would tell her to stop if she overstepped.

She was moving fast, you almost felt a little overwhelmed, unsure what to do or say in response.

You back arched instinctively as she fumbled with the zipper on your pants, swallowing thickly as that too cluttered onto a pile on the ground.

Her eyes flicker up to meet yours for a brief moment, pink irises drowned in longing as she paused her motions, reaching up to cup your face, giving your cheeks an affectionate squeeze.

"Fuck'n adorable."

Within a matter of dizzying moments, she had dragged you to the thin mattress she called a bed, one of the "perks" of living in such a place as Zaun.

With you half undressed, just standing in a shirt and your maroon coloured panties, and Jinx still fully clothed— you felt a tad exposed.

"Aren't you going to-" You start, if anything Jinx was always the first one stripping down, usually too impatient to prolong anything of this sort.

Jinx grabbed a pillow, looking up at you.

"No,"

"No?" You repeat, dumbfounded.

But it clicks as you watch her lay down, settling a pillow behind her head, looking up at you expectantly.

"Jinx- you know I- can't."

Your face was beet red, legs locked together as you took a hesitant step back, within a shimmer induced movement though, she was sat up, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back forward, until she managed to get you on your knees beside her.

"What? Worried I'll suffocate?" Yes, yes you were.

She scoffed, laying back down.

She was serious, and very sure about her decision, she'd never been more sure of something in her life.

But, never the less, here you were, practically dragged onto her awaiting mouth.

You were hunched over, mouth agape and brows furrowed tightly together.

Each little lick, suck, or thrust of her wet muscle had you seeing white, and perhaps a glimpse of heaven itself.

She was experienced, that much of obvious.

"F-fuck!- Jinx..hah~" You mewl, hands lacing through her dishevelled blue locks— her tongue had nuzzled itself comfortably inside you, curling and lapping at your velvety walls like a woman starved.

She had enough space to look up at you as you rode her face, hands gripping at your thighs eagerly, nails scrapping at the freckled skin.

It was hot, or maybe she was hot. either way, the feeling had you in a trembling mess, occasionally lifting your hips to grant her a breath, despite the way your cunt lurched in desperation every time the stimulation would halt.

Before quickly crashing back down on you as she reattached her mouth onto you.

The sensation was deliciously addicting, the wet lather collected between your thighs, coating her chin and god- it was a mess.

yet, neither of you seemed to care; not now, anyway.

Moving her hands upward she slid both them beneath your shirt, and under your bra, cupping and squeezing your large mounds with driven lust, the calloused pads of her thumbs circling your pink nipples, as they pebbled under her fingertips.

Your eyelashes fluttered, head tilting back, you weren't going to last long.

You almost felt like you could cry, not in pain of course, you were far from discomfort. You just didn’t know what to do with yourself, every little nibble on your flesh had you short circuiting.

Your abdomen fluttered and tightened, you could almost feel the subtle exhales mingle over your sensitive clit, the tip of her nose nudging against the small nub as she worked.

"O-oh..~" You almost sob, she giggled over your cunt, sending tiny little tingles up your spine, easing you closer and closer to what you can only assume will be the best orgasm of your life.

Jinx had noticed this, pulling you down as much as she could manage onto her face and eating you out as deep as her tongue could reach, feeling your walls clamp down around the muscle, and eventually that familiar sweet liquid seeped into her mouth— which she swallowed greedily, licking you clean.

It was without a doubt, the best sex you'd had for a while.

And judging by the way Jinx pulled off for a breath, wiping her chin and looking up into your eyes with that clouded want, it wasn't nearly over yet.

still getting used to writing smut, but we'll get there ♡

I loved your idea so come back soon!

- Owl 🌹

#jinx x reader #arcane #jinx #jinx arcane #league of legends #lesbian #get jinxed #@honestlyanowl #smut #men dni #sapphic #requests forever open #anon

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lonelyroommp3 · 2 days ago

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pls what's the zephy saga (if you don't mind) i love fandom drama

okay gather round the fireplace kids it's zephy retelling time. i feel like i do this on a practically annual basis at this point. it's tradition

anyway first i must set the scene. around christmas 2012, tom hooper's star studded cinematic adaptation of the iconic musical les misérables, itself based on victor hugo's magnum opus, was released. within a few months, the film and its healthy sized gaggle of shippable twinks (including, of course, patron saint of fujoism george blagden) would gain enormous popularity on tumblr, causing the fandom to explode in size and leading to other more storied dramas like the great enjonine war of spring/summer 2013. this is not a story about the fandom in that era of expansion.

prior to that, the tumblr les mis fandom was essentially divided into two, maybe three if you squint, camps, who basically only interacted - as far as i'm aware - to beef with each other. it was, in the grand scheme of things, a very small fandom even before you divided it, so within the camps it was very much an everybody knows everybody kind of deal. on one side, you had people who took things like canon era historical research very seriously, very much favoured the book over the musical, had mostly moved here from places like livejournal and forums, skewed older, had their own insane drama (crow!jehan cult anon come back to me my love...) but aren't really a part of this story. on the other side you had a younger (almost exclusively teenage, maybe some of them were early 20s at the time) cohort who took things altogether less seriously, were more appreciative of the musical, favoured modern aus and shitposts over serious meta, etc etc. they were called the les mis jokers and when i tell you i literally made my account on here after months of lurking because i wanted to Be a les mis joker. i went about this in a sane way compared to the protagonist of this story

(the kind of third clique of fans were people who were into the musical more than the book but took themselves more seriously than the les mis jokers. they do not matter in this story)

anyway, i joined tumblr in late november 2012, the movie came out christmas 2012, ALSO around christmas 2012 another new aspiring les mis joker entered the ring. this was zephy. zephy was a little bit older than most of the people on this side of the fandom (25 or 27 depending on what post you read. #subtleforeshadowing), married, pregnant, and (very very cool thing to be in the eyes of any teenager obsessed with les misérables) french. although she moved to new york city mere days after making her account. not only this, but she came in and just immediately had the tumblr way of speaking down pat, knew all the blogs to follow, seemed to come in already knowledgeable in les mis joker injokes (lurking without an account was, as my own story shows, a completely normal thing to do on here at the time, so this didn't raise any alarm bells), immediately integrated herself in with this side of the fandom with absolute ease and became a very beloved and popular blogger very quickly

sadly, all was not plain sailing for zephy. as her blogging career continued, over the first few months of 2013 her personal life became marred by a sequence of increasingly horrible events. in rough order going by the eventual callout post: her sister attempted suicide, she miscarried her twins, she separated from her husband, her husband then took his own life, she was fired from her job, became estranged from her sister, and THEN (remember we're in spring 2013 by now) her entire family were present at the boston marathon when the bombing occurred. zephy was, understandably given all she'd been going through, very very suicidal herself, and-- WAIT! what's this? it's PEYTON BEACHDEATH WITH A STEEL CHAIR

that's right, peyton beachdeath was in (or adjacent to? i'll be honest i don't remember this entirely. never followed him) the les mis fandom at the time, and was alerted to the many concerning posts and suicide notes zephy was posting. "alright," thinks peyton beachdeath, "i'm going to go back through zephy's blog archive and see what contact information i can find so i can get in touch, maybe get this really vulnerable and distressed woman some help and prevent her from harming herself." a genuinely kindhearted gesture!

however. it turned out that when you exposed yourself to zephy's entire blog history in one sitting... things stopped making sense very rapidly. i'll let the artist formerly known as lalondes' findings speak for themselves here

(yes, for those who clicked, zephy's url was felixtholomyes, aka fantine's dirtbag ex who deceived, betrayed, and abandoned her. i have never figured out if this was a mere coincidence in the post-movie scramble for the last remaining canon urls or if zephy was playing us like a fiddle all along with that one)

tl;dr for those who cba reading the entire callout - various crucial things did not add up in zephy's lore, including but not limited to inconsistencies in her age, her supposed email address, and even the number of children she was supposedly pregnant with (eta: other zephy contemporaries have said they remember her posting when she found out she was expecting twins as opposed to just one baby but she just deleted the post, hence why peyton couldn't find it). she also managed to pull off an intercontinental house move and start a new job while obsessively keeping up her brand new les mis fandom blog (peyton hypothesises, and i have to agree, that this move was so whoever was behind the zephy account could post more easily in their own time zone after realising that their initial ploy to be Very Interesting And French was going to be a logistical nightmare)

essentially - at the very least, several key facets of zephy's life story were fabricated. at worst, zephy did not exist whatsoever

after the callout post, zephy deactivated, and to this day i don't know that anybody has figured out who she was. a few people at the time posted that they had theories but nobody (much to my consternation as a certified nosy bitch) shared them with me, and i have no leads other than peyton's aforementioned theory about what time zone they probably lived in. and basically as soon as this had happened the fandom experienced its aforementioned exponential growth and subsequent world war thrE/É so everyone rapidly forgot about it anyway in favour of our new hobby (queer erasure slapfights)

the detail that really vexes and haunts me is zephy posted selfies - they were all the grainy mac photobooth gpoys we were all taking at the time, they were clearly of a person none of us had seen before (EVERYONEEEE was posting face on main in 2012/13 tumblr fandom), so who knows if this was the actual face of zephy & we were really being infiltrated by a whole new face in the fandom, OR it was an extremely elaborate and well done catfishing ruse. idk if anybody ever reverse image searched or even had the thought or opportunity to do so before the blog vanished from existence.

anyway. that's the zephy story. if you were around at the time and have theories i still want to know them 12 (TWELVE) years later. i got my laptop out at midnight for this

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bluepandastarfish · 10 hours ago

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CaitVi x reader angst drabble part 2

part two... i don't know what to say

warnings: fleeting happiness, depression maybe, spelling mistakes

The front door had opened shortly after you had set the table for dinner, a meal you had spent weeks trying to cultivate the right ingredients for. You wanted to make something for vi, something that reminded her of zaun and her home, but equally something caitlyn would be willing to eat. It was difficult and took a lot of research but you'd finally managed to find a decent recipe.

You hastily removed your apron, a ‘sexy is the cook’ print that vi had gotten you for your birthday, and lowered your hand to rest on the chair closest to you as you kept your eyes on the doorway. It was likely that caitlyn had waited for vi to also finish her rounds in piltover and that they'd come home together instead of separate, that was something you were sincerely hoping for because of the little surprise you’d set up. You straightened your posture and grinned broadly when you heard two sets of feet walk their way toward the room together.

They looked tired, a little dirty with sweat, but they were home and they were yours. Any concern you had over their state was immediately distracted by the way they lit up when they saw you there. Vi paused in the doorway and sniffed the air exaggeratedly, honing her gaze on the table as her expression lit up impossibly more. Caitlyn took the chance to steal a kiss from you before Vi could get there first, practically running her way across the room to grip your face for a kiss.

You hummed happily into her mouth, raising your hand to rest on hers that held your cheek and restraining yourself from giggling like an idiot at her desperate affection. You heard vi huff playfully from across the room as she came back from whatever food obsessed dimension shed entered, she leaned her chin on caitlyn's shoulder and muttered in her ear. “You needy, cupcake?”

Caitlyn's mouth twitched against your own before she pulled back, panting as she started down at you with lazy eyes. You found yourself nearly unable to breathe with both of them looking at you, eyes half lidded and mouths slightly open to breathe. You smiled softly when caitlyn turned her head to vi and began trying to defend herself. “I wasn’t the one asking to come home early the whole day.”

She smirked to herself when vi grumbled.

“Well I couldn't just walk around all day while our girl was home all alone.” she defended, avoiding both your eyes as she sagged more and pushed more of her weight onto caitlyn's shoulder. Cailyn chuckled and kissed Vi’s temple before gently shrugging her off and walking around the table to pull a chair out.

You followed her with your eyes, meaning Vi caught you unaware when she pulled you toward her and planted a hard kiss on your lips. It was messier than caitlyns had been, your teeth bumping together as she grinned into your mouth and when she pulled away you felt dizzy.

She pushed her lips together to stifle a giggle at your blissed expression, using her hand to gently nudge your gaze to face the food on the table. Caitlyn was busy removing her shoes and undoing the tighter buttons on the front of her outer uniform, sighing and sagging back into the seat when she finally got it off.

The food on the table was still steaming from coming out of the oven and as Vi left your side to fold the apron you'd thrown blindly behind you moments before, Cailtyn beckoned you toward her open lap. Her legs were spread wide in her seat, a smirk on her face at the situation and her head tilted comfortably back to look at you.

When you sat, short for breath and feeling your confidence that they would enjoy your food diminish because of the fear that it would get cold, caitlyn leaned forward to press her front against your back and reached over to a plate. She used her hands to pick apart the food and pick a portion up, bringing it to your mouth to feed you. You turned your head away and moved to take the food out of her hand.

“No- i wanted you to try it.” you say quietly, turning sideways in her lap to feed her. She tried her best to hide the incredulous expression at the food but ultimately opened her mouth wide enough for you to plop it inside. After the initial grimace at the texture, she chewed with a small and satisfied smile. “I cant say its what im used to”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes as she spoke with her mouth full, and you counted yourself lucky that she was comfortable enough to do that now that she wasn’t worried about her mother bursting through the door and shouting about manners. “But it does taste quite lovely, well done.”

She snuggled her face into your neck and wrapped her arms comfortably around you. You were satisfied with her answer but Vi still had to try it for you to be completely happy.

Speak of the devil

She came dragging her feet back over to you both and pulled a chair out to face you, picking some of the food up without a second thought and stuffing her mouth happily. She made a noise of appreciation and her eyes widened at the taste before she was eating more. If you weren't so pleased with the outcome you would've reprimanded her for eating so quickly, but right now all you were was happy.

You had your girls and your home and your perfect dream life.

Dream.

—

You woke up with a start.

The same bed in caitlin's room, the same smell of your unshaowered self that had annoyed you, just not enough to fix it.

Someone had burst through the door quite loudly, not caring for the fact that you were finally managing to get some sleep. But you couldn't find the energy to lift your head and see who it was. All you could do was lay there and think about how lovely your dream was, how you couldn't wait to fall asleep and go back there.

Caitlyn grumbled something on the other side of the room, maneuvering about out of your view until she finally settled on the bed next to you. You let yourself imagine Vi was there too, that she was in between you two wiggling about and trying to get comfortable.

Anything would’ve been better than the cold space that was really there.

#caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x vi #caitvi x reader #arcane x reader #gn reader

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slut4hee · 1 day ago

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Why You So Obsessed With Me?

{Paring: Bully Nicholas x Bully EJ x Blk Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, kinda fluffy? High school au, (they’re 18), just Nicho and juju being lowkey down bad for a blk queen, they’re kinda mean tbh, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: In which the two most popular and attractive boys in your school, like to tease and bully you. Little do you know, they both secretly harbor a deep crush on you.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up buddy, safety first!), fingering, oral (m&f receiving), threesome, dirty talk, ass slapping, degrading, they’re both big perverts, public sex (they fuck in the bathroom stall, touching body parts without permission, hair pulling, backshots (make her tap out 😏), tag teaming 😩, lmk I missed anything

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You hummed and sing along to the music that was playing inside your AirPods. Just like any other day, you’re walking to the bus stop, to wait for the school bus. But of course, you could never have a peaceful walk to bus stop, without your two high school bullies ruining your morning.

You jumped, startled when someone came from behind you, and pulled your AirPod out of your ear. You looked up to see EJ, grinning at you as he placed your AirPod inside his ear.

You rolled your eyes, smacking your teeth before trying to snatch your AirPod out of his ear. Which you obviously failed to do, his tall frame towering over you, as he took the AirPod out of his ear, holding it up high.

“Give it back EJ, I don’t have time for your shit today” You said annoyed, jumping up and down trying to reach your AirPod, your tits practically bouncing in his face. EJ stared at your chest shamelessly, that stupid grin on his face, that you hate yourself for finding so attractive.

“Maybe if you ask very nicely, I’ll give it back to you mama” He said smugly, waving the white gadget around in the air. You looked at him in disbelief, who the fuck did he take you for? You being nice to Him? Fuck no!

“Fuck I look like being polite to you? Now quit playing games with me and give me back my shit Euijoo!!” You shouted, clenching your fist and stomping your feet. EJ just giggled at your actions, finding you so adorable when you get so frustrated like that.

Suddenly you heard another familiar voice coming from behind you, but before you could turn around, you felt a sharp sting land on your ass, Nicholas Wang had slapped your booty like he always does every time he see you

“Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you bro” You yelled, rubbing your sore cheek and huffing annoyingly. You couldn’t fucking stand these two idiots.

“Sorry not sorry baby girl, you put it out there, and I’m just simply appreciating it” Nicholas said, his deep voice giving you butterflies, which you obviously would never admit out loud. Finally the familiar sight of the school bus pulling up, brought somewhat relief to you, they surely couldn’t bother you as much on the bus, because the bus driver is always monitoring.

EJ finally gave you back your AirPod, throwing it at you and not forgetting to give you a shit eating grin, before he stepped onto the bus. Nicholas stared at you for a moment, biting his lips and smirking before following behind EJ. You waited for them to both get on, so you could get on peacefully without them pushing or trying to grope you.

You stepped onto bus, looking around at the other usual students on the bus. You saw that Nicholas and EJ decided to sit in the far back, and you were so relieved they didn’t sit anywhere you would sit. But of course, they know you like an opened book, they knew you always sat in the front or the middle, so Nicholas quickly got up and pulled you to the back with them.

“What the hell are you doing, let go of me motherfucker” You said angry, as Nicholas sat you in the seat between him and EJ. They both looked at you and then each other, smirking mischievously.

You instantly grew nervous at that gesture, they always had that look when they were up to no good, that time you all went on a school trip and they both tricked you into going into a haunted house, and then leaving you behind to find your own way out. But this time it was lot more mischievous, they both placed their hand on your each one of your plush thighs, softly squeezing and caressing the flesh.

Your breath hitched, your eyes widened as you looked up at them, they were looking straight ahead but they had that same naughty smirk on their faces. They start to squeeze and pinch your thighs a little harder, you let out an embarrassing squeak, covering your mouth and looking around to see if anyone heard or witnessing what’s happening right now.

You hate yourself for starting to get turned on by their in inappropriate behavior, your panties starting to feel damp. Finally Nicholas turned to look at you, his gaze so intense and predatory. His hand went lower between your legs, inching closer towards your now embarrassing wet core, his fingers grazing the hem of your cotton panties.

EJ also turned to look, but he didn’t waste any time, his hand falling between your legs, and making contact with your warm clothed pussy. He chuckled lowly, when he felt that you were wet inside your panties, rubbing little circles on your clit through your soaked underwear.

“Look how wet this slut is, she’s fucking soaking herself” EJ whispered to Nicholas, now sliding his hand inside your panties, his fingers swiping through your wet folds. You cursed at yourself for deciding to wear a pleated skirt today, you’re basically allowing them easy access.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, they’ve never went to the extreme level like this before. I mean of course they grabbed and slapped on your ass on the daily basis, and touched your boobs without your permission. But yet here you were, getting your pussy fingered by them on the school bus, in a public fucking setting.

The disgusting part about it is, you’re not even trying to stop them, you could have screamed for help, fought back, shit you could have reported them a long ass time ago. But some sick parts of you liked it, you loved the attention you get from them, the attention that all the other girls in your school craved for yet you were the one who receiving it all.

“Look at that, wet little pussy begging for some attention, who would have known you were such a filthy little whore mama” Nicholas spat quietly at you, his fingers now sliding inside your tight cunt, curling them and pushing them back and forth inside you. Meanwhile EJ was abusing your clitoris, rubbing fast little circles as he stared into your eyes, mocking your facial expressions.

Your hand was held tightly around your mouth, muffling your moans and cries, as you felt the familiar feeling of your high approaching. Your pussy clenching tightly around Nicholas’s fingers, making it hard for him to move. He groaned quietly before spreading your legs a little more, watching his fingers disappear in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck she’s gonna cum, pussy squeezing my fingers like crazy” Nicholas chuckled, his long digits curling up just the right way. EJ leaned down to whisper in your ear, forcing you to keep looking at him, as they both bring you to your breaking point.

“Come on princess, let that pretty pussy cum” He said pinching your puffy clit. That’s what sent you over the edge. You came hard around their fingers, EJ rubbing his hand faster on your pussy, as you squirted your arousal everywhere, staining the seats and floor. They both groaned at the sight of your pussy quivering, as you rode out your high.

“Fuck that was so hot, pretty little bitch squirted everywhere” EJ said, chuckling as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting your sweet essence. Nicholas did the same, smirking and staring at you, as he licked his digits clean humming at the yummy taste.

Your body laid there spent and weak, you couldn’t believe that just happened, you also couldn’t lie and say that wasn’t the best orgasm you ever had in your life. Finally the bus had stopped, and you all arrived at the school building. You tried to quickly get up and run away but your body betrayed, your legs wobbling and almost giving out on you.

“Woah there princess, take it easy babe, I mean you did just let us slut you out on the bus” Nicholas said smugly, holding you by the waist and helping you stand up straight. EJ winked before hopping off the bus going on his merry way. Nicholas helped you off the bus, you finally gained your strength back and jerked away from him, giving him the death glare, he gave you a cheeky grin before walking off

“See you around, pretty little thing”

You managed to make it through your first, 2nd, and third period. Now it was lunch time, and you were sitting with your two best friends, Keisha, and Megan. Not too far from you, Nicholas and EJ sat at the table with their group of friends, all jocks and Troublemakers. They were always so obnoxiously loud, either shouting about sports or the last girl they banged.

“I can’t fucking stand their asses” Keisha said, rolling her eyes as she sucked on her lollipop, offering you one in the process, of course you took it because you loved candy.

“But they’re all so fine as hell though, especially EJ, girl the things I’ll let him do to me” Megan said, staring over at EJ with lust in her eyes. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but her words kind of irritated you, yes he wasn’t your boyfriend and he bothered you every chance he got, but some parts of you felt like he was yours.

You pretty much stayed quiet, only humming and nodding at what they were saying. You opened up the lollipop, tossing the wrapper somewhere on the table before engulfing the cherry goddess inside your mouth. As you’re licking and sucking on the candy, your phone vibrated with a message notification, you looked at a screen to see a message from Nicholas himself.

Stupid Ass🙄: You look like a good little slut sucking on that lollipop princess.

Your eyes widened as you quickly put your phone in your lap, your heart hammering in your chest. You looked up to see Nicholas already staring at you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, his confident aura was radiating from all the way where he was seated.

You: could you not be a sick pervert for once, and leave me the fuck alone 😡🖕🏽

You replied back, looking back over at his table. He opened your message, and looked back at you smirking as always, you could tell he was chucking to himself as well.

Stupid Ass🙄: Now why would I do that? You’re just too fun to play with😈 now be a good little slut and deep throat that lolly.

You looked at the message in disbelief, your eyes looking back over at the table, and this time Both Nicholas and EJ’s eyes were on you all at once. You rolled your eyes, and mouthed fuck you at them before replying to his message.

You: You both can go to hell, now stop texting me please.

You simply replied, putting your phone down, directing your attention back towards your best friends conversation they were having. Then your phone buzzed again, you scoffed annoyingly to yourself, grabbing your phone from the table.

Stupid Ass🙄: Oh? Are you disobeying right now? Tsk that’s not very nice isn’t it. Then ig you wouldn’t mind me and juju telling the whole team how you whored yourself out for us on the bus this morning hm?😏

Your grip on your phone tightened, looking over at the table once again, but this time with fear and anxiety in your eyes. You couldn’t afford to get exposed, you were captain of the cheerleading team, also class president of most of your classes and all your teachers and peers loved you. How would they feel, if they knew you let not one but two boys finger you on the school bus.

Your fingers typed so fast, as you quickly responded to the message.

You: No pls! Pls don’t tell anyone I can’t afford to be exposed like that pls I’ll do it I’ll do it

You pleaded in your message, looking at them with desperation written all over your face. They both looked at each other and grinned before gesturing you to go on. You hesitantly put the lollipop back into your mouth, sucking and licking on it as if it was a dick. They both stared at you with hunger and dark hooded eyes. You slowly pushed the lollipop down your throat, as far as it could go before you met your limit and choked on it.

“Oh shit girl you okay, slow down it’s all yours girly pop” Keisha giggled at your coughing fit, patting your back in the process. You finally caught your breath, and looked back over at their table, they were both smirking and high fiving themselves discreetly.

Stupid Ass🙄: Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard was it?😉

It was now the ending of the day, and you were in your last class which was math, your favorite subject. You were always first to finish your work, walking over to the teacher’s desk and handing her your homework. You asked permission to go to the bathroom, and of course the teacher said yes with no problem, being that you weren’t a know troublemaker. Your footsteps were the only noise that could be heard in the quiet halls, classroom doors shut and not a soul in sight.

That’s what you thought….

You heard a whistle and you turned around to see EJ and Nicholas leaning against the lockers, that same mischievous facial expression they always have on their faces. You tried to ignore them, walking a little bit faster now, but you could still hear the footsteps behind you, getting closer and closer. Your heart beating out of your chest, your palms starting to feel sweaty, as you quickly ran into the girls bathroom.

You stepped into a stall, slamming the door shut and locking it. You leaned against the door, panting and trying to catch your breath, you just hoped they decided to back off now that you ran into the girls bathroom. You were obviously stupid to think that, if they didn’t give a fuck about violating you inside the school bus full of other students, you think they’d care about coming into the girls bathroom?

And that’s exactly what happened, the door to bathroom squeaked open, and footsteps were heard coming in. Your breath hitched, as you held your chest, your ears ringing and fear taking over your body. Their mischievous chuckles echoed off the restroom walls, knocking on each of the bathroom stalls.

“Are you hiding from us Y/n, we promise we just wanna play with you” EJ said softly, faking innocence as he stands in front of the stall you’re in. You didn’t say a word, hoping that silent treatment will make them go away, but who were you kidding?

“We know you’re in there pretty, just open up door for us okay? This time Nicholas spoke, knocking softly on the stall once again. You knew you couldn’t hide in here forever, and they weren’t gonna leave until you opened the door, so you just accepted your fate and unlocked the stall door.

They pushed the door open, their tall figures standing over you, as they pushed you further into the stall and trapping the three of you in. The stall was now cramped, the air was so suffocating as you held your breath, bracing yourself for their next move. EJ grabbed you by the waist, forcing you to turn around, your backside now facing his front.

His hot breath tickled your neck, pulling your hair to the side, as he started to leave soft wet kisses on your neck and earlobe. Nicholas also came beside you, kissing on the other side of your neck, his hand now groping your boobs through your crop top.

“Don’t act like you don’t fucking want this princess, we know deep down you’re just a filthy little whore who wants her holes filled” EJ said smugly, his hand disappearing under your skirt, squeezing your asscheek. You yelped at the sudden gesture, trying to move his hand but he quickly jerked your hand away, continuing to grope your plump booty.

“S-stop, this is not appropriate” You managed to blurt out, your voice shaky as you tried to conceal the sounds that threatened to come out. Nicholas smiled against your neck, gently nipping at the flesh before pulling away and turning you to face him, as he leaned down to be face level with you.

“Oh so now you care about what’s appropriate and what’s not? You didn’t seem to care when me and Ju were knuckles deep inside your kitty on the bus” He whispered in your ear, slightly licking your face, as he hummed at taste of your soft brown skin you tasted like sweet vanilla.

Your face burned with embarrassment, as you remembered the scene from earlier, your legs propped open, as they abused your cunt with their long fingers. Your thighs clenched, squeezing them together, you were getting so turned on again. EJ grabbed your face roughly but not too rough where it hurts, but just to put the message out there who’s in charge.

“Tell me baby girl, can you be a good girl for me and Nicho hm?” EJ said softly, ghosting his lips against yours, the faint smell of pepper mint under his breath filling your nostrils. You nodded, succumbing to the pleasure, and giving away yourself for their pleasure and yours. EJ gave you a cheeky smile, before his lips smashed against yours, the kiss was hungry and intense.

Nicholas on the other hand, busied himself with removing your clothes, pulling your skirt and panties down. You gasped against EJ’s mouth, the cold air hitting your bare cunt. Now you see what the hype was about Juju being a great kisser, his lips were moving smoothly against yours, soft pillowy lips eating your face off.

“Fuck such a pretty kitty, can I have taste sweetheart” He didn’t wait for any response from you, dropping to his knees, coming face to face with your dripping pussy. EJ finally broke the kiss, panting and licking the excess lipgloss off his lips. You moaned a little too loudly, at the sudden feeling of Nicholas tongue licking a stripe of your pussy.

He groaned at the sweet taste, now licking and sucking on your puffy clit. You looked down at him, the sight of his head buried between your legs was so erotic, his eyes were closed as he loses himself between your legs. EJ helped you remove your top and bra, your big tits bouncing free, he cursed under his breath at the sight of them, now fondling them in his big hands.

“Oh fuckkk, Nicho!” You whined, now gripping onto his hair roughly, at the overwhelming feeling of his tongue sliding inside your hole. He looked at you, not breaking eye contact, as he eats what you have to offer.

“These juicy fucking tits, you have a body of a fucking pornstar, I swear” EJ groaned, as he started to suck on your tits, licking and swirling his tongue around your brown nipples. You whined pathetically, the pleasure was almost unbearable, Nicholas was sucking harshly on clit, when EJ was sucking harshly on your sensitive nipples.

“Nicho, fuck- EJ I’m g-gonna cum!” You cried out, your legs shaking and your pussy clenched around nothing, your greedy hole begging to be filled.

“Yes baby girl, let go for us, give it to us darling” Nicholas said muffled against your pussy, and that’s what sent you over the edge. EJ quickly covered your mouth before you could scream, as you came hard on Nicho’s face, tears gathering in your waterlines it felt so damn good.

He continued to eat you, helping you ride out your high until you got overstimulated, pushing at his head to stop. He brought his head from between your legs, his chin glistening with your arousal. You already looked so fucked out, sweat covering your forehead, and your hair disheveled.

“Now it’s our time to have some fun princess, EJ said smugly as always, smirking mischievously as he started to unbuckle his jeans, Nicholas did the same, both pulling down their pants halfway, just enough to free their cocks from their boxers. Your eyes widened at the sight of their hard dicks, EJ’s cock was definitely longer than Nicholas’s, his slender and tall figure making it make sense.

But Nicholas was a lot more thicker in girth than Juju, his thick cock twitching and throbbing. Nicholas took a seat on the toilet, spreading his legs open, as he starts to pump his cock at the sight of your nude body on full display.

“On your knees now, got a little treat for you baby” Nicholas said teasingly, enticing you by wiggling his dick around. You got down on your knees, coming face to face with his leaking cock. You grabbed ahold of the base of it, stroking it nice and slowly. His body jolted, cock pulsating as you kissed on the tip.

“F-ffuck, shit baby no time to tease, suck my fucking cock” He grunted, gripping your hair tightly, you whined at that, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through his body. EJ brought your attention back to him, as landed a harsh smack to your asscheeks, your booty jigging from the impact.

“Fuck look at this beautiful ass, so fucking fat” EJ drooled, smacking on your asscheeks hard again, before leaning down and kissing the spot he spanked.

“Open up pretty girl, say ahh” Nicholas said, rubbing his tip against your plump lips. You opened your mouth wide, his cock sliding in, you started to sucked slowly looking up at him as you do.

“Fuuuckkl yeah, just like that shiiitt” Nicholas moaned, throwing his head back at the feeling of your warm mouth, your lips felt so good around him. Juju on the other hand, was prepping you, fingering your pussy and getting you all wet to take his cock. He let a glob of spit fall in between your cheeks, before he aligned himself with your hole.

“Deep breaths for me baby girl, gonna fuck this pussy so good and hard” EJ said cheeky, before you felt his thick mushroom tip breaching your tight little hole. You gasp around Nicho’s cock, the sudden intrusion and intense stretch catching you off guard.

“Ohh shitt, pussy so fucking tight, goddamnit” EJ said through gritted teeth, letting you adjust to his size, before pull almost all the way out just to slam back into you. You moaned around Nicho’s cock again, the air being knocked out of your lungs, as juju starts fucking you deep.

“Look at you, such a greedy little hoe, that you need two cocks to satisfy you” Nicholas spat, grabbing ahold of your face, slowly starting to fuck your throat. Your pussy clenched around EJ’s dick, causing him to let out a deep groan, Nicho’s degrading words were turning you on.

“She’s fucking squeezing me so tight Nic, think enjoys being treated like a little fucktoy” EJ chuckled, picking up his pace, as he bent your back a little bit more, and started pounding into you. The sounds of you slurping and choking on Nicho’s dick, and your ass colliding with Juju’s ruthless thrusts, echoed throughout the empty bathroom, if anyone was to walk In right you all would be fucked.

“Fuck yes yes yes, EJ so fucking deep, so fucking good” You screamed, as he yanked you by your hair, pulling your body flush to his, as he beats your pussy in. Nicholas, pulled you back towards him, tapping his dick on your face before sliding back inside your mouth.

“Your mouth feels soo good princess, nice to know it’s not only good for talking shit” He grunted, fucking your throat a little rougher, as spit drips down your chin. You felt the familiar tingling feeling inside your stomach, your high approaching rapidly. EJ must have sensed it, his fingers going to rub little circles around your clit.

“You gonna cum again baby, gonna make a mess all over my dick?” EJ whispered, biting at your earlobe as he his hands moved faster, his hips never slowing down. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your throat and pussy getting abused at the same time. Finally the band snapped, and you came hard around his dick, creaming all over him.

The tight clenching triggered EJ’s orgasm, as he painted your gummy walls white, Nicholas followed behind, shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat. They both continued to take turns on you, fucking your pussy sore and abusing your throat.

“𝖡𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅”

“𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅”

“𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅”

The End….

A/n: this might be the most nastiest, slutiest fic I ever wrote😧 I’m ovulating please excuse my madness😪 this was so hot i can’t!!! Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏽 𝗂 didn’t proof read bestie 😁

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laurelwen · 2 days ago

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Sorry, it's me again. There's this thing that has been...whispering in the back of mind since I read this post for the first time. Nigel wrote: "... I removed a rat's heart and pretended to be disgusted" Why on earth would he feel the necessity to PRETEND to be disgusted in front of Alex?

I've taken a minute to answer this because it's a very good question but difficult and complicated to answer within the context of the film. For those who aren't sure what you're referring to, please see this post transcribing Nigel's notes.

The short answer is: I don't think the people making the props were entirely consistent with the character as scripted. I think most likely they were given some general directives (such as "make sure it highlights the words "egocentric megalomaniac with delusions of grandeur") Outside those few directives, they just sort of let their poetic license run free, injecting their own ideas of a what a "fucked up weird guy who dissects animals" would say into the text, and creating a different version of Nigel than the movie presents us with. The worst example of that is the newspaper article in Alex's book--which doesn't make ANY sense in the context of the film. No one really expected crazy fans to obsessively pause the movie and use photo enhancing techniques frame by frame to determine what was written in his journals or the text of the article, so I think there was a lot of leeway and perhaps some laziness when it came to the props.

It's hard for me to come up with an IN character justification for Nigel to have written that, because it doesn't gel with my observations of him as presented in the film. The journal entry itself is written before he is kidnapped by Alex and the dynamic of their relationship shifts. This IS the entry that made Alex angry enough to kidnap him and teach him a lesson in the first place. This is the Nigel who barely responds to Alex's confrontational anger over the dissection in the dorm room, the Nigel who seems to be completely unmoved by or even very aware of how his actions might impact others. He doesn't care enough to even consider what effect he has on others, and even if/when he is aware, I sincerely doubt he'd bother to *pretend* anything. Nigel doesn't seem interested in pretending to be anything other than what he is, a defining trait that causes him a lot of problems.

Later in the movie, Nigel does shift a bit into a more puckish role. He fucks with Alex in a variety of ways, very noticeably in the train scene when they're going to visit his secret room. He's playful, mischievously antagonistic, poking and prodding Alex and seeming to enjoy his discomfort. This demeanor is more in line with the kind of guy who might write about deliberately messing with his roommate's head. But I still don't know why he would feign disgust in the middle of the dissection given that he's been dissecting animals regularly and Alex would have no reason to think he's grossed out by it.

I suppose if we apply that puckish attitude backward and say that Nigel was already trying to mess with Alex even before the kidnapping, we could sort of squint our eyes and imagine him being very over the top Fake Disgusted as he waves the heart around in Alex's direction. I still don't find that very likely, but it's the best I've got.

If you wanted to, you could use this as part of a theory that Nigel was the real instigator all along and had been intending/planning to manipulate Alex from the moment he was transferred to the school and forced to share a room. In such a reading of the film, all of his behavior could be seen as pretense in some way, including his initial lack of reaction to Alex--calculated to rile Alex up, put him off balance, etc.

I don't personally buy in to that interpretation, just as I don't buy into Alex being the sole instigator. I think either reading ascribes far too much power and control to these teenagers, however intelligent and manipulative they may be. But if you want to go that route, here's a supporting piece to add to your puzzle.

Thanks for the ask and I hope this rambling mess makes at least some sense!

EDIT: please read my reblog of this post. @silhioutte pointed out the very obvious mis-read of this line.

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luvfae · 4 hours ago

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CENTRE STAGE, PT 2

summary: as a backup dancer your career has always been your main priority and you won’t let some cocky, arrogant idol ruin what you’ve worked hard for.

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos

centre stage masterlist

You swore it wouldn’t happen again.

Told yourself it was a mistake. That Thanos had crowded your mind with lust, blurred your judgment, made you reckless.

But then it did happen.

Again.

And again.

And again for the third time.

Last night was the last fucking time. You meant it this time.

Your career came first. It always had. You had worked too hard, pushed through too many sleepless nights and aching muscles to let some cocky, self-obsessed bastard derail you now. You’d danced alongside the biggest names in Korea, shared the stage with idols who were worshipped like gods, and never once had you let yourself be distracted.

But Thanos was different.

There was something about him—something dark and consuming, something that made your skin burn when he so much as looked at you. You hated it. Hated how easy it was for him to slip under your skin, how he made you forget yourself, forget everything except the feeling of his hands on your body and his voice in your ear, whispering filth that left you breathless.

And the worst part?

He fucking knew it.

That was the thought that haunted you as you stood in front of the mirror in the rehearsal studio, staring at your own reflection like it might hold the answers you were looking for.

The studio was empty this late at night, the only sound your own unsteady breathing. You had come here to clear your head, to remind yourself who you were before Thanos got his hands on you.

But even now, with no one around, you could still feel him.

The heat of his mouth on your throat.

The bruising grip of his fingers on your hips.

The way he made you come undone like it was nothing.

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through your hair.

This was over. It had to be.

A slow clap echoed through the studio.

You froze.

Then, dreading what you already knew, you turned.

Thanos leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his lips. His hair was still damp from a shower, his black shirt clinging to his body like a second skin.

“Didn’t take you for the type to sneak in extra practice,” he drawled. “Or are you just trying to forget about me?”

Your stomach tightened. “What are you doing here?”

He pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer, eyes locked on yours. “Looking for you.”

Your pulse kicked up. You hated that it did. “Well, you found me. Now leave.”

He hummed, like he was actually considering it. Then he shook his head. “Nah.”

You took a step back. He took a step forward.

“I meant what I said,” you forced out, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to him. “Last night was the last time.”

Thanos smirked. “That so?”

“Yes.”

He reached you in three slow steps, crowding into your space like he owned it. “Then why are you shaking?”

Your breath hitched. You opened your mouth to fire back, to say anything that might put distance between you—but he beat you to it.

“You couldn’t stay away from me if you tried,” he murmured, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

And just like that, you were fucked.

You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body on high alert.

“Thanos—”

“Shh.” His thumb brushed your bottom lip, his voice dropping to something almost tender. “I like you better when you don’t fight it.”

Your pulse was a war drum against your ribs.

You should walk away.

You should slap his hand away, turn on your heel, and leave him standing there like the mistake he was.

But you didn’t.

Because you weren’t just lying to him.

You were lying to yourself.

Thanos’ hand slid down to your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make your stomach clench. “Still want me to leave?”

You hated him.

Hated the arrogance in his voice, hated the way he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

But more than that—

You hated yourself for wanting him anyway.

You grabbed the front of his shirt, not to push him away, but to pull him closer.

His smirk deepened, triumphant. “That’s what I thought.”

His lips crashed against yours, and suddenly, you weren’t thinking at all.

Your back hit the mirror, the cold shock of it sending a shiver down your spine. Thanos’ hands were everywhere at once—on your waist, in your hair, slipping under your shirt like he was desperate to touch every inch of you.

You gasped against his mouth as he lifted you, hands gripping the backs of your thighs, forcing your legs around his waist. His hips rolled into yours, and you whimpered at the friction, already dizzy with need.

“Fuck,” he murmured against your skin, lips tracing the column of your throat. “I love how desperate you get for me.”

You should tell him to shut up.

You should remind him that this was the last time.

But the words never came, lost to the heat of his hands and the way he rocked into you like he was staking his claim all over again.

Like you were already his.

And maybe—

Maybe you were.

No.

You promised yourself.

Your legs slipped back to the ground, and you shoved him away, glaring at him like he was nothing more than some random guy in a club—like he wasn’t Thanos, the fucking star, the man who made half of Korea hang on his every word.

“This isn’t happening,” you said, your voice cold, decisive. You turned away, scrambling for your bag, your heart hammering as you made a beeline for the door.

But before you could reach it, his hand caught your wrist.

“You want this.” His voice was low, steady—too damn sure of himself. “I want this. So why the fuck are you running from it?”

You yanked your wrist free, the sting of his grip still burning against your skin. “Because I don’t have time to ruin my life over you.”

His jaw clenched, something flashing in his eyes, but you didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“Leave me alone, Thanos.”

“Y/N—”

“I said leave me alone!” You spun on him, voice raw, shaking, but firm. “Or I’ll quit.”

Silence.

The air between you turned thick, suffocating.

His nostrils flared, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to grab you again, to say something—anything—that would break your resolve.

But you saw it. The flicker of hesitation. The tiniest crack in his confidence.

He thought you were bluffing.

You weren’t.

And as you turned your back on him, walking out that door without another word, you prayed he wouldn’t come after you.

Because if he did…

You weren’t sure you’d be strong enough to resist him.

—

The next day at rehearsal, you didn’t talk to him. You kept your distance, moved when you were supposed to, never lingering, never teasing. When it came to showtime, you danced around him, professional and detached. And once the performance was over, you disappeared to your hotel room without a word.

He never came.

No knock on the door. No text. Nothing.

Part of you was relieved.

But another part—one you hated to admit existed—was disappointed.

It went on like that for days. City after city, show after show. You convinced yourself it was for the best. That this was exactly what you wanted.

Until you arrived at the next stop on the tour.

You were tying your shoes when the choreographer’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“Y/N, you’re back in your old position.”

Your fingers stilled. A sharp pang hit your chest.

“What?” You blinked up at her.

She sighed, clearly just as frustrated. “I know. I’m not happy about it either, but Thanos insisted on dancing with someone else.”

Your stomach twisted.

She hesitated, then lowered her voice. “Did you… do something to him?”

You met her gaze, face unreadable. “No.”

She nodded slowly, then walked off, leaving you alone with the weight of what she’d just said.

You swallowed hard and moved to your new position. Eyes straight ahead. Focused. Unbothered.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But you felt him. Felt his stare burning into you from across the room. And when the music started, when you finally forced yourself to glance in the mirror, you saw him dancing with her.

Another girl.

His hands on her waist. His body close to hers. The same way he had held you.

You clenched your jaw, fingers tightening into fists.

This is why you kept your distance.

This is why you said no.

So why the fuck did it feel like you were losing something?

Rehearsals ended, but the bitter taste in your mouth lingered. You didn’t talk to him, didn’t look at him. You went through the motions, clapping when needed, nodding at feedback, stretching in the corner while everyone else chatted.

But your mind wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

The way she laughed at something he said. The way his hand lingered a little too long on her waist during the final pose. The way he barely even glanced at you, as if you were just another dancer in the lineup.

It pissed you off.

You weren’t supposed to care. You weren’t supposed to feel this jealous.

So why did it feel like he was punishing you?

You stormed off to the dressing room, wrenching your bag open, shoving your things inside with more force than necessary. You needed space. You needed to breathe.

The door slammed open behind you.

Thanos.

You didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge him, even as his footsteps approached.

“Running away again?” His voice was low, laced with something unreadable.

You zipped up your bag. “Fuck off, Thanos.”

He scoffed. “So this is how it is now? You ignore me, I give you space, and you still get mad?”

You whirled around, eyes blazing. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. I’m not mad.”

He took a step closer, too close. “No?” His gaze flickered over your face, searching. “Then why’d you look like you wanted to rip her head off back there?”

Your stomach twisted.

“You wanted distance,” he continued, voice dipping lower. “I gave it to you.” He tilted his head. “But now you don’t like how it feels, do you?”

Your fingers dug into the strap of your bag. “You’re an asshole.”

His lips curved, slow and knowing. “You liked it better when I only looked at you, huh?”

Something hot coiled in your chest. You hated that he was right. Hated that he knew it.

“Fuck you, Thanos,” you hissed, shoving past him.

But before you could reach the door, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you back. Your body collided with his, the heat of him wrapping around you.

His lips ghosted over your ear. “Say the word, señorita, and I’ll remind you exactly why you don’t want me touching anyone else.”

Your breath hitched.

For a second you thought you falter.

“I’m glad you switched my position,” you spat, stepping back. A lie. A terrible, obvious lie.

Thanos didn’t call you out on it. He just watched as you turned and walked away, his jaw tightening, his fingers flexing at his sides.

—

Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks of this bullshit.

You should’ve been over it by now, should’ve let it go. But every time you stepped on that stage and saw him with her—his hands on her hips, his mouth close to her ear, his body pressed against hers—it felt like a knife twisting deeper into your gut.

You knew he was doing it on purpose.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

And she was playing right into it, eating up the attention, giggling at whatever low bullshit he whispered in her ear. But she wasn’t you.

She didn’t make him work for it. She didn’t pull away just to see if he’d chase. She didn’t push and push until he broke.

There was no tension, no fire, no fucking restraint in the way she touched him.

And he hated it.

Thanos thought you’d crack by now. Thought you’d come crawling back, give in and admit that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

But you didn’t.

You held your ground. Kept your distance. And it was driving him insane.

But tonight was the final fucking straw.

And the worst part? Thanos didn’t even have to do anything to make you snap.

To be continued…

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