#but she couldn’t ride with someone else bc no one else wanted to go from out there

[isthisjackie]

I am a lil disappointed but also completely unsurprised that my most chaotic friend could not keep plans and didn’t tell me until the last minute

[cowboybeepboop]

Wild ride

"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."

You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 5206

Summary: Tyler comforts you through a panic attack after a storm. He then rescues you from your fight with Javi. You take a drive to a hotel and then things get very heated.

a/n: this is entirely a reader insert to the movie bc I thought it would fit so perfectly. Also this is the longest oneshot I’ve ever wrote lmao 😭 Hopefully you enjoy!

When you moved to New York it wasn’t just to get away from the place where your friends all died. It was because you couldn’t live there without feeling guilt about being the reason everyone was out there to begin with. The shame and guilt was burning you, inside and out. All for what? What did it get you? Nothing. If you couldn’t tame a tornado you were going to do everything in your power to help people prepare and get out before it was too late. So when Javi came to you asking for help with storm par, you wanted to tell him no. You wanted to say that there was no way you could ever possibly go back not after what you did.

But when he was explaining how they would be making a perfect 3D scan of the tornado and how it can be used to help save lives, you knew you had to help. He was right. You could get him close enough to the tornado in order to set up the portable units.

As time passes you find yourself more intrigued by the self proclaimed “Tornado Wrangler”, whatever that’s supposed to mean. At the same time though, he’s frustrating. Like all he cares about is chasing the storm and making money instead of realizing how much damage these things cause.

“Javi, we have to help.” You say sternly as he keeps talking about the stupid sensor. “Javi! It’s a small town, they’re going to need all the help they can get, we need to help.” He sighs.

“Alright, alright. I’ll look for it later, okay?” You press a hand to his arm gently. “You made a good call. They really do need our help.” Javi pulls off to the side of the road, taking the keys out. You quickly leave the truck and go off to help.

We worked through the afternoon, finding lost heirlooms, important documents, and small mementos that people had thought were lost forever. Each time, their faces would light up with relief, and I’d feel a small sense of satisfaction, knowing I could make a difference.

The sun had broken through the clouds, casting long shadows over the town. The cleanup was far from over, but the worst was behind us. People were starting to talk again, making plans to rebuild. There was a sense of hope in the air, fragile but growing stronger with each passing minute.

You’re watching Javi and Scott interacting with an old guy and someone who lost their bar. Your eyebrows furrow as they offer him a card. “Didn’t know storm par was in the business of helping people,” you hear the familiar cowboy’s voice ringing through the air.

”Well, from what I see they’re trying to make a difference.” You turn to look at Tyler, wrapping your arms around your upper body.

”That’s one way of putting it,” he narrows his eyes while looking behind you at Javi.

“What?” you clench your jaw.

“Do you even know who you’re chasing for?”, his voice raises slightly. ”How much more do these people got to lose before y’all are done making a difference?” His face tightens as he grinds his teeth slightly.

”Sorry, says the guy setting up shop selling t-shirts and mugs after a storm’s hit.” You turn around before he can answer. Pulling the keys Javi gave you out of your pocket. Right as you’re reaching for the door, Lily yells your name.

”Hey, take some food,” she hands you a brown takeout box and a water bottle.

”Oh, I don’t have any cash on me,” you give a half smile.

”It’s okay, that’s why we're always selling shirts and mugs, so we can help give people food.” You shake your head as your eyes widen slightly.

”Then you should keep it, in case you run out.” She hands you the water bottle.

“At least take the water, stay hydrated.” You nod and tell her to stay safe.

Once you get back to the motel you quickly take a shower. Sitting down on the bed with your laptop you look up “Marshall Riggs” you bite down on your cheek, your eyes closing after you read up on him. Pinching your nose bridge you let out a sigh, closing the device.

There’s a knock at the door, you get up slowly and open it. “Some of Javi’s crew said you were staying down by the rodeo.” You don’t say anything in return so he offers you a small pizza box. “Thought you might be hungry,” you take it and shut the door in his face.

You reopen the door, “Thank you, Tyler.” He smiles sweetly.

“How are you doin’, after all that?” Your head nods softly. “How about I show you something nice, city girl.” He offers you his arm.

”And what’s that?” Stepping out of your room you close and lock the door before taking his arm. He doesn’t reply but instead leads you to the stadium at the rodeo. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the dusty rodeo grounds. The air buzzed with excitement and the scent of grilled food, mingling with the earthy smell of the arena. Families filled the bleachers, kids waving flags and clutching cotton candy, while seasoned rodeo-goers leaned against the rails, hats tipped low, eyes sharp with anticipation.

As the night wore on, the rodeo continued—steer wrestling, bronc riding, and more, each event bringing its own excitement and challenges. The crowd cheered, laughed, and gasped, caught up in the spectacle. In the arena, cowboys were competing in the team roping event. Dust kicked up as the horses thundered forward, riders expertly casting their lassos around the horns of the steers. The crowd roared with approval when a duo managed to secure a flawless catch, the announcer’s voice booming in congratulations.

“So tell me about yourself city girl,” Tyler’s voice is low and gentle.

“You know you keep calling me that,” you turn to him, “ but this isn’t my first rodeo, I grew up here in Oklahoma.” Turning back to the events in front of you.

“Would you look at that, I finally learned something about you.” His lips curve up as he admires your side profile.

Back behind the scenes, in the holding pens, a few of the seasoned ranch hands started to glance nervously at the sky. They could see it now—a line of dark, swirling clouds on the horizon, moving faster than seemed natural. A wind had picked up, too, sharper and colder than it had been just minutes ago. But the rodeo continued, the excitement and noise drowning out any sense of unease.

A leaf falls onto your head, you reach your hand up into the air as you watch the leaves fall around you. “Tyler, the air feels heavy, this isn’t right.”

In the ring, the next event was starting: the barrel racing. A young girl was about to make her run when a sharp crack of thunder boomed overhead, so loud it momentarily drowned out the announcer. The crowd murmured, looking up at the sky as the first raindrops began to fall. But as she rounded the first barrel, the wind hit, strong and fierce, whipping dust and debris across the arena. The rain intensified, turning into a heavy downpour that sent people in the stands scrambling for cover. The announcer tried to keep up the energy, but his voice was lost in the wind. In the distance, a low, ominous rumble filled the air—not thunder this time, but something far more menacing.

There's barely time to react before the rodeo’s emergency siren began to wail, a long, shrill warning that sent a chill down everyone’s spine. People were running, some heading for their cars, others diving for the nearest ditch or sturdy structure. The craze of people began pushing and trampling one another, Tyler quickly grabs a woman who fell. He helps her up to her feet and guides you toward the hotel you’re staying at.

“There! Let’s check for a basement,” you nod as you both run inside. There’s a couple arguing with the clerk, you’re checking around for a doorway that might lead to a basement. Tyler tries to ask the man working the front desk but to no avail. “Outside, there’s an empty pool.” You yell to Tyler, “we can try there” he nods and you begin leading the young mother and daughter out the door, Owen’s and the man follow close behind. Once you get the mother and girl down you jump in. Directing them toward the open piping. “Hold on there, cover her head.”

You grasp onto the pipes holding on tight as you feel Tyler’s chest pressing against your back. He keeps his hands tight around the bars, he keeps himself tight against you making sure you don’t move.

“You’re gonna be okay, keep holding on. I’ve got you. I’ve got you” he’s whispering into your ear. You tightly squeeze your eyes shut feeling as though you’re being transported back to the day when you lost everything.

It started with a flutter in your chest, like the faint rustling of wings. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to nerves, but the flutter didn’t go away. Instead, it grew stronger, spreading through your body like wildfire. Your breathing quickened, shallow and rapid, each breath feeling like it wasn’t enough, like there wasn’t enough air.

It started with trembling hands, and then your whole body followed, shaking uncontrollably. Feeling lightheaded, as if the ground beneath you had suddenly disappeared, leaving you suspended in a void. My chest tightened, squeezing tighter and tighter, making it even harder to breathe.

As quickly as the storm had begun, it passed over. Tyler wraps his arms around you. “Y/N? Is everything okay?” Your body continues to shake as you can’t seem to breathe. “It’s okay, just follow my breathing,” he turns you around so your face is in his chest.

”Deep breaths, in and out,” Tyler gives gentle directions as he rubs his palms over your arms.

”I think I’m okay now..” your voice is soft and hoarse as you choke the words out. His cold, rough hand gently brushes the hair from your face.

“You look like you’ve been through hell tonight.” He says, while helping you out of the pool. You stifle a small laugh in response. Boone and the rest of his crew come up to the pair of you, asking if you’re both alright.

“Y/N, baby. Are you okay?” Javi appears behind you, his hands gently pressing into your hips as he pulls you into a tight hug.

Tyler feels a pang of jealousy as he watches Javi slide his hands lovingly around your hips and pull you into the hug. He tries to shake the feeling, reminding himself that it’s not his place to care. Still, he can’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over him.

“I came as soon as I heard,” his eyes filled with worry as you looked up at him. “Where did you hide out? The pool?” You just nod in response, finding comfort in his arms. Javi keeps repeatedly asking if you’re okay, running his fingers through your hair and resting one hand on your waist.

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s okay,” you pull away from him, giving a soft smile. “I was with Tyler the whole time, he made sure I was okay.” He nods but his eyes flicker behind you.

“Javi, your little girlfriend is fine, now let's get to work.” Scott says loudly, catching the attention of Tyler and Lily. “Apparently this place was family owned so I’m gonna start working on numbers. Riggs is gonna want those first thing.” His voice and face are both emotionless and cold, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

“Wait wait,” you hold onto his arm. “What exactly is Riggs getting out of all your data collection?”

“What’s the matter?” He scratches his neck and awkward expression flashing over his features.

“Is profiting off of people’s tragedy part of your business plan? Why are you doing this?” You pull away from his body.

“Riggs is offering these people a way to move on with their lives.” He takes a step back from you, his voice raising slightly.

“Swooping in and taking advantage of people, who have just lost everything” you take a deep breath to steady your shaky voice “You have no idea what that’s like”

“I don’t know what that’s like?” His fist clenches “How about losing three of my best friends while you were trying to land a big fat grant for your science project?”

Your eyes fill with fresh tears as you look up at him, lip quivering. “Take your keys, I’m done.” You toss them at his feet walking off as fast as you can. Finding yourself drawn to Tyler and his wrangler team.

Tyler witnessed the whole exchange, and his protective instinct flares up again. He watches you stomp away from Javi, a mixture of anger and concern etched on his face. He notices the tears in your eyes and the wobble in your lip. He steps forward and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay?”

“Can you just take me somewhere please?” Your voice trembles while Javi yells after you. Asking you not to leave like this.

Tyler shoots a warning glare over his shoulder at Javi before turning back to you. “Of course, darling. Anywhere you want to go.” Owen’s voice is soft and soothing, a stark contrast to his rough exterior.

He gently takes your elbow, steering you away from Javi, and his crew. Tyler leads you over to his Truck in the parking lot where the motel once was, his hand still on your elbow. Tyler opens the passenger door and guides you onto the seat, shutting the door before making his way around to the driver's side.

A sigh escapes your lips as you relax into the seat. You softly massage your nose bridge keeping your eyes squeezed shut as a tear escapes one of your eyes.

Tyler watches you silently as you try to regain your composure. He can sense the pain and hurt radiating off of you, and he wishes he could take it all away. After a few moments, he breaks the silence. “Hey, look at me for a second.” He puts his hand on your knee rubbing small circles into your skin.

You open up your eyes, turning to look at him. Your lip still quivering slightly. Tyler’s heart aches as he looks into your tearful eyes. He reaches out and gently wipes the tear away with his thumb, his rough hands surprisingly tender against your face.

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about anything right now. You’re gonna stay with me tonight, okay?” His hand travels down your cheek as he leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Before he starts the car he reaches into the backseat pulling out one of his hats, putting it on with his signature smile.

“You know, you deserve way better than that,” he turns the keys in the ignition. “You can do way better than him anyway.” You giggle while brushing your teary eyes.

“Do you think Javi and I are a couple?” Your once sorrow filled eyes light up with your laugh. A small smile tugs at the corner of Tyler's mouth as he watches you laugh. The sight of your smile warms his heart, and the pang of jealousy eases a bit.

“I mean, he seemed pretty possessive of you back there. And the way he was touchin’ up on you…” he lets his voice trail off, his jaw clenching slightly at the memory.

“Don’t tell me that makes you jealous,” a small smirk decorates your lips. You lean closer to his side, turning your body to further face him.

Tyler’s breath hitches as you lean closer to him, a wave of electricity coursing through his veins. He tries to keep his cool, but the hint of possessiveness flickers in his eyes once again.

“Jealous? Me?” he scoffs, trying to convince himself more than you.

Your eyes light up “Oh you’re totally jealous,” you brush your fingers over the skin on his arms, moving your hand to meet his.

A shiver runs down Tyler’s spine as your fingers travel along his skin, his heartbeat quickening at your touch. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but the flutter in his chest gives him away.

“Jealous? Of that jackass?”, his voice a little rougher this time. He looks down at your hand in his, noticing how small and delicate it looks against his own, rough and calloused hands. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to interlace his fingers with yours.

“Is that so?” You interlock your fingers with his as you lean over to kiss his temple. “It’s okay to be jealous, just tell me you don’t like seeing other men touching me,” you whisper into his ear, your voice filled with amusement.

Tyler takes a sharp breath as you interlace your fingers with his, his hand clamping tight around yours. “It does make me jealous,” he admits, his voice a gravelly whisper. His free hand squeezes the steering wheel, the muscles in his arm flexing tightly. “Alright, I don’t like seeing other men touchin’ you.” He brushes his thumb over the top of your hand.

A blush quickly rises up your face as you squeeze his hand firmly. Resting your head against his shoulder you bite down on the inside of your cheek. “Are we almost to a hotel?” Your heart races as you feel the muscles in his arm flexing.

Tyler glances out the window at the passing scenery, trying to distract himself from the feeling of you resting against his shoulder. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice still low and rough.

“We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes.” He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle movement betraying the tension in his body. He can’t help but steal a glance down at you, taking in your blushing face and the way you bite down on your lip. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and press his lips against yours.

Using your free hand you run your fingers over his thigh, letting your mind wander as you think about your plans for the night. Trailing your hand closer and closer to his hips teasingly.

Tyler’s breath hitches as you run your fingers along his thigh, his body tense as you trail your hand closer to his hips. His mind starts racing with impure thoughts, visions of you pinned beneath him, your skin against his. He swallows hard, his muscles tensing further as he tries to control himself.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game, you know that?” his voice low and rough, almost coming out as a growl.

“Yeah?” You run your fingers over his golden belt buckle, “I like dangerous games,” your tongue poking out as you lick your bottom lip.

Tyler swallows hard when you touch his golden belt buckle, his body shuddering under your touch. He shifts in his seat, trying to hide the effect you’re having on him while also struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

“Oh yeah? How dangerous are you willing to go?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. He glances down at your tongue on your lip, his eyes darkening as he imagines what it would feel like against his skin.

“That depends, love,” you press soft kisses into his neck, moving your hand from his, resting it on his chest. “How far are you gonna wanna go?” Your eyes flicker to the hotel sign as the truck pulls into the parking lot.

Tyler lets out a shaky breath as you pepper kisses along his neck, his heart stuttering at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He places a hand over yours on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart thundering beneath your touch.

“Damn, darlin’, you’re really testing my limits right now.” he manages to say, his voice a growl. “But if it were up to me I’d go as far as you’d let me.”

He looks out the window as the truck pulls into the hotel parking lot, his mind racing with all the possibilities that the night holds. He leaps out of the truck running to your side to open the door for you.

“Well, you better hurry up and find us a room then,” you shut the door behind you. You pull the hat from his head, placing it on yours.

Tyler watches you stride ahead of him, his eyes drinking in the sight of his hat sitting on your head. He adjusts his jeans, trying to hide the stiffness growing in his groin as he follows you up to the hotel check-in desk.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” he mutters to you as he gets the room keys from the attendant. You flash him an innocent smile as you step into the elevator.

“But you’re too cute when you’re flustered.” Looking up at him you press both hands against his well-built abs. You slip your thigh between his legs as he reaches for the buttons on the elevator, pressing into his groin.

Tyler’s breath hitches at the feel of your hands on his stomach, his muscles flexing under your touch. His heart nearly pounds out of his chest as your thigh brushes against his stiffness, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the contact.

“Jesus, darlin'...you’re gonna be the death of me.” he pants, the words thick with lust. He struggles with the elevator buttons, his hands fumbling as his mind becomes increasingly clouded with need.

You stand up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear “That’s the plan,”. You move one hand up to his jaw, pulling his face to yours. “Are you gonna kiss me yet?” You mumble.

Tyler swallows hard as you tease his ear with your hot breath, his body growing taut with desire. He looks down at your face, his gaze fixated on your lips as you speak. The words send a shiver down his spine, his restraint slipping by the second.

“You want me to kiss you, darlin’?” his lips hover just above your own. He runs a thumb across your lower lip, his eyes darkened by lust.

“Tyler, I want you to do much more than just kiss me.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you press your chest against his. “Please,” you breathe out. The elevator dings as you get to the floor of your room.

Tyler’s control snaps at your words, a low growl escaping his lips as you press against him. He grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you close, the pleading tone of your voice nearly undoing him.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice, darlin’” He mutters, his voice low and gravelly. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you out of the elevator and towards your room. You giggle into his ear while he unlocks the door.

Tyler grins at the sound of your giggles, his chest rumbling with a satisfied chuckle. He kicks the hotel door open, his eyes locking on the queen-sized bed in the center of the room. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, towering over you as he places his hands on your thighs. You both kick your shoes off really quickly before getting back to it.

Your hand goes to the back of his neck as you pull his face to yours. You kiss him with hunger. Your free hand sliding up his shirt as you feel his smooth abs.

Tyler groans deep in his throat as you pull him towards you, his body responding instantly to your touch. He devours your lips with a primal need, his tongue exploring your mouth as he presses his body up against yours. His muscles twitch under your hand, fire spreading through his veins as you glide your fingers across his abs.

“Goddamn it, Y/N… you're makin' me crazy.” he gasps, his voice thick with desire. He kisses you again, his hands roaming up your thighs, tracing the curves of your body with rough yet tender caresses.

Your hands trail down his abdomen, landing on his belt buckle once again. Your fingers fumble with his belt before successfully pulling it out. Breaking the kiss you quickly remove your shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room.

“Mm Ty…” sucking on your bottom lip as you lean back on your hands while looking up at him seductively.

Tyler sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under your touch. Once you remove your shirt, revealing the soft skin beneath, his gaze trails over your body, his eyes darkened by lust. He watches you lean back on the bed, your eyes locking with his in a sultry gaze.

“Mmm darlin’...” you sit up and pull him closer by the loops on his jeans, his strong legs coming between your own, spreading them apart. Lifting up his shirt you press kisses all over his tanned skin.

He reaches his hand out to touch your exposed skin, his fingers gently tracing your collarbone. “Then why don’t you do something about it baby?” You ask in a low tone.

His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer as you spread your legs even wider for him. “Oh baby, you don't know what you're gettin' yourself into” he whispers, his voice rumbling with need.

He suddenly grips your hips tightly and flips you onto your back, his body hovering over yours as he pins you against the bed. Reaching up you pull his shirt over his head almost moaning at the sight of his toned body.

He smirks as he watches your eyes rake over him, his ego growing at your reaction. “You like what you see, Y/N?” He asks, his voice rough with desire as he looks down at you, his body pressing against yours.

“Most definitely,” you capture his lips in a deep kiss, maneuvering to put him on his back, straddling his hips. Moving back you unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Pulling the pants off his hips you smile to yourself as you see how worked up you got him. Your hand slips into his boxers wrapping around his length.

He lets out a guttural moan, body arching into yours at the contact. “Oh God, baby…” he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a string of curses. Tyler's sharp intake of breath was your reward, and you relish in the feeling of power it gives you. He grips the bed sheets tightly as you pull his dick out, wrapping your lips around the tip.

“Fuck,” he moans as you pull off and sit back on the bed, making sure your teasing antics continue. All you really want is for Tyler to take complete control and you know exactly how to make him. With slow, purposeful movements, you remove your bra, freeing your breasts and running gentle hands over your own body, nipples hardening under your touch. Then you sit back, pulling your panties off, giving him a show.

Tyler's breathing quickens, his desire palpable. "Damn it, Y/N, you know what I want," he said, his voice thick with need. "Stop teasing and give it to me."

A slow, seductive smile spreads across your face. "I'm not teasing, Tyler," you say, reaching for his hand and placing it on your thigh. "I'm just getting started." Guiding his hand, you slowly part your legs, exposing your wet, eager pussy to his touch. Tyler's fingers delve between the folds, his touch both gentle and demanding. You moan, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back while you relish in the sensation.

"That's it," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as your eyebrows furrow with pleasure. "Touch me, Tyler. Make me cum." Your voice comes out in a gentle beg.

Tyler's other hand joins the first, exploring your most intimate places, his thumbs circling your clit as he plunged his fingers into the tight hole. Your hips buck as you begin riding his hands with waves of pleasure crashing over you.

"Yes, just like that," you pant, your body trembling. "Oh, God, Tyler, don't stop. I'm so close."

Tyler quickens his pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you fall apart."

With a sharp cry, you climax, your body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure rips through your entire body. Tyler continues working his magic, drawing out your orgasm and prolonging the exquisite sensation.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse into the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch a breath. Tyler hovers over your frame, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of triumph and desire.

"That," he said, his voice raw, "was just the beginning. Especially after all of that teasing you did,” his voice low and sultry. Tyler's lips curve into a devilish smile as he positions himself between your trembling legs. In one smooth thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. Moaning at the stretch, your body welcomes the invasion.

Tyler begin to move, his hips driving into you with a rhythmic pace. Meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back as you urge him on. The bed creaks in time with their passionate dance, the sound of your guys’s passionate gasps and moans filling the room.

"Harder, Tyler," you moan, your body craving much more. "Fuck me harder."

Tyler obliges, his movements becoming more urgent as he plunges into you again and again. The room echos with the sounds of your carnal coupling, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

Your body coils tight once more, climbing towards another orgasm. "I'm gonna cum again," you cry out, voice hoarse. "Don't stop, Tyler, please don't stop."

Tyler grunts his response, his own orgasm building. He reaches between their bodies, his fingers finding your slightly swollen clit and rubbing it in circles. It was all the stimulation you needed, and with a shout of release, you shatter into pieces, juices flooding around Tyler's hard cock.

Feeling you contracting around him, Tyler finally let go, thrusting deeply into you. Moaning into your ear as he spilled his seed, filling you with his warmth. You both cling to each other, breathing coming in ragged gasps as the two of you ride out the waves of your shared ecstasy. Collapsing onto the bed, bodies still joined, Tyler rolls onto his back, bringing your exhausted body with him so laying sprawled on top of him.

"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."

You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.

a/n (again): sorry just wanted to say that I’m working on making some more twisters smut, but i also have top gun maverick smut if y’all wanna check that out 😝🙏

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skk fic rec time !!! 🖤🖤

okay i officially have more skk fics bookmarked on my ao3 than my sister has fics in general bookmarked on hers. so. it is time for another ficrec list by abram, bsd/skk version this time!!!

i have no idea yet how many fics will be on this list. i will go until i decide to stop. but as of right now i have 124 bsd fics bookmarked and i definitely won't be listing all of them so if anyone wants a pt. 2 then i certainly have the material to do that.

i'm not putting warnings with the fics, but bc this is BSD please do take note of tags and warnings that are given! i read a lot of fics with darker material so do be cautious!

One-Shots:

keep you alive, set you on fire by flyby @orbitalflyby (Explicit, 23k) Dazai steps out in a dress and heels for a mission, since the gown won't fit Yosano. He's only supposed to spend an hour or so leading their targets on a dance around a charity gala, but the unexpected arrival of a certain Port Mafia Executive threatens to disrupt all his plans. And when he and Chuuya find themselves finally face to face, they end up entwined in a tense game of mutual provocation...

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Don't Pull Your Punches by kanekei (Teen and Up Audiences, 5k) Everyone thinks that their partnership is a series of Dazai being a troublemaker while Chuuya is helplessly dragged along for the ride. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. Some days it feels like Dazai is the only one aware of how insane Chuuya actually is. OR: 3 times Dazai cleans up after Chuuya + 1 time he doesn’t bother

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The 5 Elements of an Apology by artemisiatea (Teen and Up Audiences, 6k) in which dazai learns that change is hard, but accountability is harder

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Tea Over Rice by the_most_happy (Teen and Up Audiences, 8k) “Oi, Dazai— what would people say if they saw us?” Dazai gave him a puzzled look. “That we’re happy,” he answered. He made it sound simple; he made it sound pure. “They would say we’re happy.” They never stopped being Double Black — just different clothes and less blood on their hands. [Or: What if Dazai and Chuuya escaped the Port Mafia together?]

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Lost All Judgement by todxrxki (Teen and Up Audiences, 12k) “Uh, sorry, but unfortunately I already have a date to the dance.” “Oh, really?” Tachihara says, sounding disappointed. He pauses for a second, clearly processing what Chuuya’s just told him, and then says, “Who is it?” Chuuya certainly hadn’t budgeted for this. Panicking, he tries to think of the people that he knows that are single, and before he knows it, the first name that comes to mind is slipping out of his mouth. “With Dazai.” / After a momentary lapse in judgment, high school student Chuuya ends up having to pretend to date his enemy Dazai to get Tachihara off of his back - and quickly finds it's nowhere as bad as he'd imagined.

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oh darling it's alarming to think of us apart (you know you've got me in your pocket) by interludewings (Teen and Up Audiences, 20k) “Okay so if we’re both still single when we’re twenty two,” Dazai’s smile grew even wider. “Let’s marry each other.” By the time Chuuya’s twenty two, he’d probably be in a relationship with someone else, and the possibilities of them even remembering each other were slim to none. And so, Chuuya gave his answer. “Fine, let’s do that.” In short, fifteen year olds Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya made a stupid promise one day in their school library out of boredom, which leads to the next seven years of their life filled with fighting, burnt notebooks and late night conversations.

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The Undercover Mission by OldSauk411 (Teen and Up Audiences, 16k) It all started when Atsushi was sent to drop off some papers that the Port Mafia had let them borrow. That was when he saw her, the woman with orange hair and blue eyes standing in the Port Mafia's hallways and talking. She was beautiful if he was being honest. However, after he left, he forgot about her- at least until a few months later, when the ADA and the Port Mafia teamed up for an undercover mission. One that was led by said 'woman'. Aka, Chuuya Nakahara. _____ Or: Atsushi sees a woman from a distance and thinks she's beautiful, up until the Port Mafia and the ADA team up for an undercover mission and it's revealed that the woman was actually Chuuya Nakahara.

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Nothing but your spine by osamuchuu (Mature, 6k) “Oi, Dazai. We’re here.” Chuuya reached into the car to shake Dazai’s shoulders a bit, rearranging his coat to lay over the man’s back. Dazai swayed and blinked up at him. Whatever painkillers he’d been given had stolen the sharpness from his face. Dazai looked fifteen again, wide-eyed and vulnerable. And then he smiled. He smiled and Chuuya’s heart stuttered because it was so fucking real, so small and different from all the painted faces he wore now. This was dangerous.

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strange loyalties by finalizer @tarmairons (Mature, 13k) “The Agency dorms are being fumigated,” Dazai explained cheerfully. “So, I offered—Atsushi can stay with us.” Or: Atsushi's observations from inside Yokohama's strangest household.

[sidenote: this is actually a sequel fic and while i loved the first one, this one really just took me to a whole other plane of existence which is why it's the one on the rec list. i do also rec the first one though!]

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Yokohama public High School- almost as crazy as their pep rallies by BlowingYourMind (General Audiences, 20k) "The slacks! They're way too tight on him! Exactly no teachers ass should be like that, the students may be offended-" "Dazai, I think you're the only one that notices, and maybe refrain from eyeing up your co-workers like that-" "But how can I not!" Dazai huffed "It's right there in front of my face, it's hideous!" Oda sighed. he was just an average man with an average job gaining an average salary, but he would need to find a way to help Dazai and his obvious crush on Chuuya Nakahara before he lost his sanity. Or The story of how Chemistry teacher Dazai Osamu fell helplessly for coach Nakahara Chuuya, and the student body's many attempts to get them together.

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If you refuse to listen I'll say it twice, love of my life by olympiansally @olympiansally (Mature, 15k) There’s Atsushi, Dazai’s star pupil. There’s Fyodor, arguably Dazai’s soulmate, a single mind in two bodies. There’s Kunikida, Dazai’s partner. There’s Oda, the reason Dazai wants to live. And then there’s Chuuya. If he asked Dazai to define him, to name his purpose, Chuuya already knows what he would hear. Chuuya is his dog, Chuuya is a slug, Chuuya is a chibi. And sure, maybe he is. But none of that is enough. Or, Chuuya can’t figure out what he means to Dazai exactly, but if he would only listen, he would realize that Dazai has been telling him all along.

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In the throes of Corruption by BlowingYourMind (Teen and Up Audiences, 7k) Dazai’s ability ‘No longer human’ ironically made Chuuya human. It stripped him of the god that set his insides to flame and wreaked havoc. Corruption was terrible to Chuuya but Dazai’s touch never was. Or Five times Dazai helps Chuuya through the throes of Corruption.

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hide the truth by writingfromtheshadows (Not Rated, 24k) When Chuuya wakes up in the middle of an ongoing fight without any memory of how he got there or what happened to him, he ends up turning to someone saved as 'bandage-waster' in his phone. Somehow, it just feels like the right decision.

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Dream a little dream of me by BlowingYourMind (Teen and Up Audiences, 9k) "What would you like to dream of, Chuuya?" Dazai asked, and his partner shifted in the bed before settling down. "I dunno idiot, you pick." Dazai hummed, "I believe I can arrange that." Chuuya's eyelashes fluttered against Dazai's palm as Dazai continued to speak, voice turning into a whisper as he spoke late into the night. Or Chuuya can't dream, and Dazai has a soloution that quickly turns into a routine between the two of them.

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Multichapter fics (all complete)

in the mirror, i bloom by ephemeralis (Teen and Up Audiences, 12k, 2/2) It twists him, turns him, curls in his chest like something alive, something he knows but can’t dare to name. Chuuya curses the red-black petals that fall from his lips, these nearly rotten things that tear him apart from the inside out. Part of him wants to rip his own traitorous heart out, through a ribcage shattered by feelings he can’t contain. Anger is easy, a thing he’s learned to control. This— whatever the hell this is— is not. Or at least it’s easier to feel as though this is beyond his own control, because Chuuya is not in love. (It feels like a lie even to himself.) After he's hit by a strange ability, Chuuya is forced to consider truths he'd much rather keep hidden- but not everything is as simple it seems.

[sidenote: this was the first bsd fic i ever read and HOOOOLLY CRAP what a beautiful way to join the fandom. i've reread this fic several times since. stunning.]

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where your loyalties lie by writingfromtheshadows (Explicit, 163k, 20/20) Loyalty is the foundation of the yakuza code, something that was drilled into Chuuya at an early age. However, his lessons did not cover how to manage a political marriage with his organization's oldest rival.

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Inseparable by milwritsecausewhynot (Teen and Up Audiences, 107k, 21/21) Best friends is too simple a term to squash the entire dynamic of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya within. Sure, they’ve known each other since they were children, and they’re each other’s #1 on their best friend lists on Snapchat, and Chuuya’s been seen one too many times in his hoodies. People have also noticed how Dazai’s main muse for his volunteer hobby of polaroid photographer is the redhead himself. But the pranks they pull on each other isn’t much of a ‘best friend’ thing to do. Especially when one of the pranks get pulled so far, That Chuuya is forbidden from seeing Dazai ever again. And though he sees no good coming from such a forced separation, the one thing that can enhance their futures together is propelled forward at a faster speed than either of them could have ever imagined: Coming to terms with their unusual feelings for each other.

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Do I Get My Worthless Reward Yet? by World_Ender22 (Teen and Up Audiences, 40k, 10/10) Chuuya has always been certain of two things: he is going to die young, and it will be Corruption that kills him. So when the Boss orders him to use his Corrupted form without an out, he is neither surprised nor distressed. He simply does what he's told. When Dazai learns that the whole thing is a ploy to make him rejoin the Mafia, he plans to beat Mori at his own game... starting with convincing Chuuya to join the Armed Detective Agency. / Soukoku

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When I Awake by wildflowertea @wildflowerteas (Mature, 235k, 23/23) Dazai Osamu has been in a coma for exactly one year, seven months, and twenty-two days. But Death still refuses to take him. Trapped in the space between worlds, and unable to die, Dazai waits, killing what precious time he may have left and hoping—praying—that his family will pull the plug and move on. He doesn't expect someone to move into his old apartment instead. Nakahara Chuuya, two-time Grammy awards winner, and freshly unemployed pessimist, has never believed in fate—much less the supernatural. But the lively—if a bit annoying—ghost of his apartment's previous tenant, might just change everything.

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hopelessly devoted by soukocacola (Explicit, 188k, 18/18) "Get your grades up." Oda tells him. "Then we'll talk." Well, Dazai thinks. If he's going to be miserable, the least he can do is make Chuuya miserable, too. Maybe then Chuuya will ditch him and Dazai can fail out of college with no regrets. 

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His Prized Experiment by fauxtales @fauxfroot (Mature, 94k, 18/18) "As terrifying as it could be, there was something just so freeing in using Corruption. It is, after all, his strongest state. No one can harm him when he uses Corruption; he is all but invincible. There are days when he lets himself dream. There is the part of him wondering if that’s just the god or his instincts trying to convince him to unleash pure chaos and destruction on the world, but that thought is easy enough to push away. He has no control in that state after all." As a teenager, Chuuya is subjected to experiments at Mori's hand in an attempt to find a way to control Corruption. Now, years later, Mori has decided it's time to revisit the experiments. Dazai is having none of it. But can they really leave their entire life behind?

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death offers no absolution by Zairielon (Mature, 62k, 10/10) After so many years in the Port Mafia, Chuuya thought he couldn't be phased by anything - that he had carried out the worst orders that would ever be given to him. Then he sees things he never saw before. He sees horror, cruelty, needless suffering. He sees death in every step he takes. Chuuya is only human, too. Eventually, he breaks. OR, Chuuya leaves the Port Mafia and attempts to escape his bloodstained past.

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from a to o, i love you so by anticide @anticidic (Explicit, 22k, 3/3) Here they were dancing a dangerous tango and crossing lines and blurring boundaries that neither Fukuzawa nor Mori would take kindly to. Dazai was supposed to have gotten over Chuuya, not melted in his embrace and bound them together for an eternity. (Or: Dazai and Chuuya's unconventional relationship sparks a radical change within Dazai when he wakes up one day under the weather and feeling very, very off.)

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My Body is Your Body (I Won't Tell Anybody) by thereweregiants (Explicit, 26k, 2/2) Thanks to a rogue ability user, Dazai and Chuuya find themselves switching bodies. ...yeah, there's no way this ends well.

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Mission - Entrancing Armed Detective Agency by cocktailjjrs (Teen and Up Audiences, 105k, 12/12) “Charming? Have you finally started dreaming now?” Dazai turned to face his longtime partner again “Say what you want, asshole, but people like me better anyway” Chuuya ignored the jab at his lack of dreams, only shrugging in response. “I can bet anything in this world that you can’t be liked by everyone. Your efforts will be fruitless by the end of the day” “Wanna bet?” Chuuya smirked “You’re on!” Dazai returned the smirk “I’ll tell you who your target will be” . . . In which, Dazai and Chuuya are upto their old shenanigans and make a bet. As a result - Bonds are formed, secrets are revealed, money is spent, devious plans are concatenated; someone gets drugged, someone gets punched, someone gets a wakeup slap. And Chuuya's 'brute' image is at imminent risk. All of this - to with the bet!

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Prey to Your Instincts by skylorr (Mature, 98k, 8/8) He was a beta. He was normal. Barely any scent, no cycles, no mating instincts. Just plain old normal. At least, that’s what he thought. He thought he was normal. But instead, Dazai is currently curled up on his single mattress in the shipping container that he calls home as he sweats profusely and struggles through cramps, pains, and the desire to nest. His mattress has a single thin blanket, which apparently does not satisfy the omega instincts trying to claw their way out of his mind. He was so close, too; days away from his 17th birthday, the birthday that would have officially made him a beta. Hope is a killer disease.

[sidenote: there is also a sequel to this fic that i recommend just as much! it's still a WIP <3]

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Illustrations of Lying by writingfromtheshadows (Mature, 49k, 20/20) It is more difficult, perhaps, to bear with fortitude the little daily trails of life, than great calamities, because we summon up all our spiritual and moral strength to resist the latter...  Upon faced with the culmination of Mori's plan, Dazai does not go to Odasaku's side. Instead, he relieves Mori of his duties.

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i'll bleed out for you by StarshipDancer @neonganymede (Mature, 75k, 7/7) What a shitty way to die.... Less than forty-eight hours ago, they’d been impaled together, and Chuuya had feared that the broken metal pole had pinned him in place against a corpse. Now, he worried that a corpse sat next to him, nothing more than a poorly-crafted imitation of his ex-partner. ... And what an even shittier situation to be stuck in. Or, A mission goes wrong, and Soukoku die together. Except, they don't, but now they're stuck in a safe house pretending that they did. And if Chuuya wants to find out what went wrong with Dazai's plan, he'll first have to find a way around the wall of silence that his former partner has built to keep him out.

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Cigarette Game by chowderpuff (Teen and Up Audiences, 9k, 2/2) Chuuya has a crush on Dazai. Dazai knows this, and he thinks it’s a prime opportunity to mess with his partner a little. After all, why not? Chuuya’s reactions to his flirting are priceless, a new little bonus feature to the game between them, and Dazai actually starts to find it more entertaining than outright arguing. It’s all harmless fun until Dazai realizes that he has feelings too. Then it's decidedly not.

[ author's tumblrs are tagged when i could find them! if you know one who wasn't tagged or if you're an author and would like to be untagged, let me know! ]

[toxic-libra]

style - jwy (m)

pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader (interactive here) words: 6.9k genre: second chance romance, smut warnings: 3rd person pov, this is 'based' on style - taylor swift, mentions of old hollywood movies (please watch them bc they're super good), smut with biting, thigh riding, oral (m and f), not my best work but give me a chance pls a/n: i was supposed to post this on his bday, but i was at taylor's concert and lmao i kind of got depressed after and hated everything i wrote. this is my debut with ateez so i wanted it to be perfect, but inspiration just fucked me up and i decided to post it anyway since it's been too long already :(

Jung Wooyoung remembered it all too well. He remembered how the delicate musky sandalwood of her signature perfume made his heart tug whenever she was near, the way his stomach flipped when their eyes met, and how his fingers always itched to be touching hers.

Autumns and winters were always the worst.

He could hear all the lines of Rebecca (1940), one of her favourite movies, whenever someone tried to make small talk with him about the weather.

‘Most girls will give their eyes for a chance to see Monte.’

Clenching his jaw, he locked his phone and tossed it aside, trying to digest the fact he was the one who took that damn picture and she decided to post it just when it had been two months since they las saw each other. Not that she was as considerate as to block him so he wouldn’t spend hours on her social media, feeding on any crumble of appearance she dignified her followers with.

Y/N was petty like that.

She didn’t block him, no. She muted him and vanished from his life, but she didn’t give him the pleasure of not having to erase her from his world. If he wanted her truly gone, then he had to do it himself… Which, of course, proved to be a failure.

Because he didn’t want her gone. He tried moving on, only it didn’t work.

Wooyoung wondered if she also thought they made a huge mistake.

Turning his streaming service on, he searched for another one of her 40’s TOP5. Clicking on ‘The Shop Around the Corner (1940)’, the Old Fashioned tasted way bitter on his tongue than it should.

With a condescending sigh, he relaxed against his couch, and waited for Klara Novak (played by Margarete Sullavan) and Alfred Kralik (James Stweart – not surprisingly, one of Y/N’s favourite actors) to engage in their enemies to lovers plot as if he didn’t see that damn movie a thousand times already. Only this time, like others during this year apart, she wasn’t around to swoon over any minor interaction and to almost beam in happiness when Mr. Kralik said:

‘Take me out of my envelope and kiss me.’

Oh, there he went again… Quoting old movies like it was part of his personality.

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A month later

Y/N dried her hair and breathed in the woody scent of her haircare products – a tiny bit of her heart warming at the thought of Wooyoung. He used to love how she smelled.

“Are you ready, big sis?” Jongho knocked at her bedroom door.

“Not even close! You can go first, I’ll tag along later.” She yelled back.

“I’ll wait, no problem. I’m afraid I’ll ruin the surprise by mistake.”

“You just wanna make sure you don’t miss his shocked face when he sees me.” She giggled.

“You know me too well.” He sighed in feigned despair. “But do hurry up, please.”

“I’ll try.”

Y/N couldn’t rush everything. She wanted to look so good Wooyoung would almost faint as soon as his eyes laid on her. Not that she wouldn’t almost faint either… Just the perspective of being at the same place he was made her throat dry.

She missed him in ways she never missed anyone else before.

Deciding on the black dress, she admitted that the fact that he loved that colour made her like it even more. The small slit that drew up her right thigh would also catch his attention, and she couldn’t wait to have it all for herself. Her jewellery were ones he gave her over her birthdays, just to poke at their own stupid game. She didn’t spend much time on make-up, choosing to remain simple and classic – eyeliner and red lipstick… Which Wooyoung also liked.

Most men hated being smudged with lip tint, but he adored it.

The first person she saw was Seonghwa. With one of the prettiest smiles that graced humanity, the tall and handsome man approached her with open arms.

“Isn’t this the greatest surprise ever?!” He chuckled, kissing her cheek.

“Glad you like it,” She hugged him tight. “Because I’m back for good.”

“Oh.” Although subtle, Hwa’s smile faltered slightly.

“What?” She frowned.

“Does everyone know you’re back?”

“As of now, just Jjong and you.”

“Right. Makes sense.” He muttered to himself, doing his best not to look over his shoulder. It would be heart wrenching to let Y/N see Wooyoung with his date first thing inside the party.

Of course, she would eventually meet them… There was no way his friend would be as crass as leaving the girl alone because his ex (and the woman he was still in love with) was back in town. Wooyoung could be a little impulsive, but he had manners. And Y/N probably wouldn’t get that hurt from it, but she’d get hurt, nonetheless.

“What makes sense?”

“Oh, the fact that the boys were so quiet. If they knew you were coming, they’d be hyped as fuck.” It wasn’t even a lie, just not exactly the truth. “Let’s grab you a drink and get going, then.”

Hwa’s smile was slightly off, but she didn’t point it out.

Ordering her standard autumn/winter drink – French Connection –, Y/N relaxed against the bar stool. Jongho was nowhere to be seen, which made her a bit insecure. Things were always bit easier when her brother was next to her.

“So, what else is new? How are you guys doing?”

She was fishing for information, obviously. She couldn’t directly ask about Wooyoung because her friends didn’t know they secretly met in Monaco more often than not.

In her defence, the first time happened rather unexpectedly, and it led to a second, and a third… By the fourth, they decided it was better to pretend every time was an accident and keep their friends out of it. Wooyoung normally wouldn’t be this good keeping secrets, however, something in him had shifted. His boyish air had vanished almost completely, leaving his wicked jaw and sharp eyes without the warmth he once carried within him.

He walked with confidence, still. Nonetheless, every move seemed calculated, controlled. The carefree Jung Wooyoung she loved was swept by the future CEO Jung. And while she looked at Seonghwa, she wondered if he had noticed that too.

“We’re fine… We’ll probably be even better with you around now.”

“I hope so.” she grinned as the bartender handed her a glass. “Oh, thank you. Where are the lads? I want to see them. Is everyone here? Hongjoong too?”

With a sigh, he held her hand. “Listen, darling, I’ve something to tell you.”

“Go on.”

“Woo… Wooyoung came here with a girl.”

For a second, Y/N felt the air burning her lungs at the same time someone punched her stomach. Well, she supposed he wouldn’t stay single forever… However, the fact that she had to witness it a month after meeting him was too sour and pitiful. “Oh, I see.” Her voice came out crooked.

“It’s nothing serious, I’m sure. Just a date for the party.” Hwa squeezed her fingers tenderly. “You know he’s still as much in love with you as you are with him.”

But before she could react to his words, her attention laid on the man in question: dressed in a black three-piece suit, his dark long hair was slicked back, only some bangs’ locks falling off from the gel hairstyle. Y/N clenched her jaw, heart thumping so fast she was sure everyone could hear it. Luckily, there was no girl next to him, only her friends.

“Shall we go greet them?” With a haughty pose, one that differed completely from what she felt inside, she tugged at Hwa’s arm, dragging him towards their group.

In slow motion, Wooyoung watched Y/N approach him. When their eyes met, the party seemed to disappear, only the two of them in the ballroom. His fingers flexed on the Old Fashioned glass, demanding a lot of self-control as not to rush to her, hug her tight and kiss her senseless. He couldn’t do that for a thousand reasons, but the impulse was almost cruel.

He still loved her.

He was afraid he’d always love her.

“Long time no see, Wooyoung.” Her smirk was subtle, and there was a twinkle of mirth in her beautiful orbs. The playful tone was laced with politeness, but he knew her all too well.

As if they didn’t see each other a month ago in Monaco, he breathed slowly, letting his lips stretch and mimic hers. ���Long time no see, Y/N.”

Straightening her back, her suave pose disappeared as a girl’s hand rolled around his forearm. Then, the jest was replaced by possessiveness, gaze darkening. Jealousy was the lousiest bitch.

“Oh, hello! I’m Lia.”

Well, at least that didn’t come accompanied by ‘His girlfriend’.

“Enchanted. I’m Y/N Choi.”

And since the girl didn’t react at the sound of her name, Y/N supposed she was rather new there. Lia was new enough to not know about her, and wouldn’t stick around enough to do so.

“I can’t believe she’s back!” Hongjoong celebrated, a huge grin on his face and open arms.

“I’m back, Joong.” She agreed, hugging him. “Back for good!”

“That’s awesome!”

“Were you living abroad?” Lia questioned, curious.

Y/N sipped on her drink, cocking her head to the side. “I wouldn’t call it ‘living’, but you could say that, yeah.” It was more like ‘suffering while trying to pretend everything was fine’.

“Why, though?” The quip came from Wooyoung. His eyes were glinting with a mix of grudge and challenge. “I thought you’ve always wanted to move abroad.”

“Where did you live? Europe? The USA?” Lia butted in.

“I spent some time between London and Monaco.”

“Oh my God! Monaco must’ve been a dream! I’ve heard there are some cute guys there, and rich too. Did you meet any? Are they really handsome?”

Y/N chuckled, feeling rather silly for being jealous of that girl. No one would dare to talk about crushes and money in front of a potential boyfriend, so that meant Lia felt nothing for Wooyoung, right? “Oh, I wasn’t feeling like… Meeting new people there.”

Which wasn’t exactly a lie. Why meet any boy if her heart was still set on her ex? Why pretend she could replace him with another rich dude?

She couldn’t, it was pointless.

Not when Monaco screamed them. If she was Taylor Swift, ‘Cornelia Street’ would be called ‘Monte Carlo’. And like Taylor said on her lyrics, Y/N couldn’t walk around any corner of the small principality without being reminded of Jung Wooyoung.

It didn’t help that, although breaking up, they engaged in secret rendezvous more often than not… And each reunion just proved her how any other men paled in comparison to him. It was ridiculous to have an ‘affair’ with her own ex-boyfriend; she always condemned people that broke up and still kept hooking up with each other… Until it happened to her.

To be quite honest, the reason they broke up wasn’t exactly because of bad behaviour. There wasn’t cheating, nor deceiving. They didn’t fall out of love, either – in fact, Y/N was sure she loved him even more with each month apart. However, love alone wasn’t enough to calm her restless mind, and he too seemed eager for… Well, she didn’t know?! Things were just different. The weight of responsibilities and the need to make something, any difference in the world drove them apart.

Wooyoung was taking his position in his father’s business, and Y/N had no idea of what to do with her life (again). She acknowledged her timing was shitty, for he needed something concrete to hold onto while everything changed… But… She was afraid of not being good enough for him. He was becoming the Business Prince he was born to be, and she… She was just the shallow heiress with nothing important on her ‘life curriculum’ that the media thought her to be.

Then, London seemed a good escape.

It was a familiar place, offering her some comfort. Not warm and soothing like Wooyoung’s presence in her existence, but enough to keep her going.

She occupied her mind with a Master’s degree in Creative Writing, and when it was over, she had the overwhelming desire to call Wooyoung and tell him she finally did something about those 68 stories she wrote throughout her writing life.

Now, they were face to face and she didn’t know what to exactly say.

“Right…” Jongho intervened. “Big sis, we should greet some people now.”

And like smoke, Y/N disappeared from his sight for the next hour.

Ordering his third Old Fashioned, Wooyoung recognised the almond-shaped red nails, especially the black onyx ring on her middle finger.

“A Death in The Afternoon, please.” She smiled at the bartender.

“No French Connection?” He looked at her.

“Summer habits die hard.”

“I thought you preferred winter.”

“Any champagne of preference, miss?” The man asked Y/N.

“Veuve Clicquot.” They answered at the same time.

She sighed, biting a faux grin and playing with the gold band on her finger. “I see we still have some stuff in common… Does your date like signet rings?”

Wooyoung was wearing his black onyx signet ring… Y/N’s one twin.

“I’ve no idea; never asked her.” His eyes traced her neck. “No pearls?”

“Not with black satin.” She quoted Rebecca (1940), heart thumping with expectation.

“I thought it was never wearing neither one nor the other.”

Thank God he still remembered the movie!

“You can’t blame me for loving pearls and black satin, I look divine in them.” She jested, flicking her hair in a haughty way. “So, I try not to wear them together.”

Ogling her from head to toe, Wooyoung’s grin was one of a panther, although he felt his stomach tightening and the annoying dryness of his throat. “Cheers to that. You do look divine.”

“Thank you. I put a lot of effort in this.”

“It wasn’t needed. You look good in anything.” ‘Even better if stark naked’, but he obviously wouldn’t say that. Before he could comment on something else, his drink arrived. “Thanks, lad.” Turning to her once more, he kept grinning, although less sincerely. “So, see you around, Y/N.”

“Wait.” She called out before she could stop herself. He just raised his eyebrow, like he used to do whenever giving someone his initial attention. “I was hoping we could talk about my being back home… At some point this weekend, maybe?! Are you free?”

“I’ll be free after the party, if you want.”

“Well, don’t you have other plans with your date?”

“I don’t and you already know that.”

“Why did you invite her?”

“I couldn’t just invite you, could I?” He retorted.

Her jaw clenched, swallowing the apology. They were in public, not the right place to discuss their relationship. “Text me when you’re ready, and we can meet up.”

“Alright.”

“See you later, then, Woo.”

“See ya, Y/N.”

Wooyoung still lived in the same penthouse. It was painful sometimes, for the whole place had a bit of Y/N in it. He kept their photographs, kept the clothes she left behind, kept everything he could. It wasn’t his wisest decision, however, breaking up with her wasn’t one of them either.

And now she was back.

She was back and wanted to talk about it.

Now, way past three in the morning, he wasn’t drunk, but had the weirdest taste on his mouth – something like hope. His heart was beating heavily against his chest, and he couldn’t wait to smell her again. To touch her, kiss her, set every emotion free.

Dragging himself to the mirror of the entrance hall, he combed his hair with his fingers and smoothed out his shirt, opening two buttons just because.

At the sound of the doorbell, he took a deep breath and straightened his back.

“Well…”

The small, almost timid smile Y/N gave him was enough to make his knees wobble.

“Hi there… Uh…” She opened her arms. “Here I am.”

With a chuckle, one that made her eyes water a bit, for it resembled the Old Wooyoung so much, he let his body cage hers, holding her in a tight hug.

Wooyoung always gave the best hugs.

“Hi there, love.” His voice was slightly raspy, quite full of emotion, the nickname slipping past his tongue before he had any chance to keep it locked.

They remained there for a minute or two, feeding on each other’s presence and feeling each other’s warmth as if the sun was finally out after a fortnight-long storm.

“I’m back, Woo.” She said against his torso. “I’m back for good now.”

“And what does it mean?”

Y/N knew he wanted to hear her exact words, even though he already knew why she was there. And, because she loved him so, she didn’t have any problem laying her chest bare for him.

“It means I’m sorry I backed off when you needed support. Sorry I freaked out and thought lowly of me, and ended up hurting you… Hurting us in the process.” She put some distance between them, trying to be as honest as possible. “All this time apart proved to me that you’re my only one and I was really dumb for thinking I could ever move on from you.” She offered him a shy smile. “I wanted to be worthy of you, but I didn’t understand I could do that while being with you. My mind and insecurities blinded me, and I ran away. I hurt you deeply, and I’m so very sorry for it.”

Wooyoung nodded, face serious.

“You did hurt me.” He agreed. “I wondered what had happened, why you stopped loving me.”

“I didn’t.”

“This was clear by our second meeting in Monaco.” His grin was slightly off. “But it angered me that, although we kept seeing each other, you never suggested for us to get back together.”

“I still thought you deserved better.”

“Well, turns out I’m the one who gets to decide who or what is good for me, Y/N. And you were it.” He noticed how her expression dropped, probably due to the use of past tense. And Wooyoung had learned to be cruel to others, his job required him to be cold and controlled, but he could never be like that with Y/N. “And you still are, even though you hurt me.” Her beautiful eyes stared at his, hopeful. “When I saw you at the party tonight, the world slowed down. It’s no use pretending I don’t miss you and I don’t love you; we’re old enough to stop playing these games now. It was alright when you were in Europe, but now you’re back, and I’m not in the mood for halves. So, it’s either all of it, or nothing at all. It’s either starting over together, or ending everything.”

She didn’t hesitate, despite the ultimatum. “I want to start over. I want to be with you.”

“So no running away whenever things get difficult, nor making assumptions, ok?! I’m not one of giving second chances, Y/N.” He warned. “And I’m not interested in having my heart broken again. I hate being like this, hate being sceptical and cold. This isn’t me.”

Y/N nodded. “I won't let my insecurities and paranoia hurt you again.”

“You can talk to me, you know? I want to make you happy, see you happy. If things get hard, I’m more than honoured to be your safe-haven… You don’t have to move to fucking Europe to sort it out.” He rolled his eyes, sounding more like the Wooyoung he once was.

“Want me to pinkie-promise?” She stuck her pinkie out, grinning.

“God, how I’ve missed your inability to take things serious!”

“Hey! I’m mature now.”

“Nah,” He shook his head, one hand cupping her cheek. “You’re mine now.”

“I’ve been yours the whole time, and I don’t plan on running away ever again.”

“Thank God.” Wooyoung whispered against her lips, starting a searing kiss.

Y/N relished in his lips, fingers threading in his dark locks. He tasted like Old Fashioned and home; he felt like the rays of sunshine on a spring day; he smelled like the best mix of spiciness and man. She couldn’t get enough of him, and it was pointless trying to pretend so.

“Woo, I…” Her voice was breathy, conflicted.

“You…?” He frowned, brown eyes fixed on hers. “Should I stop?”

“No, don’t!” She sighed. “It’s just… I don’t know if… There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I…” Well, they’d agreed to be back together, right? It was better getting it off her chest quickly, so he wouldn’t doubt her later on. “I love you.”

With an easy smile, one that obviously didn’t mirror the flood of emotions, Wooyoung kissed her urgently, again. She sighed against his mouth, tongue quickly searching for his before she lost her last thinking brain cell. It didn’t take more than a minute before a cheeky and feminine hand found its way down his torso, tracing with pointy nails from his belly to his crotch. Wooyoung pulled her hair, pushing her face upwards and changing their kiss angle, then, he groped her ass, relishing on the feeling of her plump bottom and the luxurious velvet of her dress.

Y/N gasped for air, pressing sloppy kisses on his jaw and neck. She gave him small bites, sucking on his skin and mirroring how she would do on more private areas. She untucked his shirt off his trousers and fumbled with his belt, patience running thin.

Why the fuck was he wearing a belt, in the first place?!

“Don’t you dare getting on your knees now.” He warned, predicting her actions.

“Pardon?” She hesitated.

“I’ll come so fast if you give me a blowjob now, we’ll lose all the fun.” There was an adorable blush on his cheeks, despite his mockery tone and bossy warning before.

Her heart tugged at the sight.

“Then we do need a new approach, for I was really hoping to choke on your cum as soon as possible.” Now it was her turn to say something obscene with flushed cheeks.

“May I choke on yours first?” He offered, a smirk growing on his lips.

“By all means.” Y/N giggled, shaking her head in agreement.

Wooyoung pushed her against the wall, eyeing her for a brief second before stealing another kiss. At every stroke of his tongue there was a silent promise; he tried to pour both love and lust in it. Then, he got on his knees, pushing her dress upwards and revealing her legs. Y/N helped him by holding on the skirts, bunching the fabric up next to her waist. She felt his hands on her feet, undoing her shoes, then they were on shins, tickling their way to her thighs until they rested on her bum, kneading at the flesh in pure hunger.

Wooyoung kissed her lower stomach, nibbling lightly at her smooth skin. “I’ve missed you so much.” He murmured against her, grip tightening.

“I’ve missed you too.”

“But I’ve missed you more.”

“Is this a competition?” She eyed him in defiance.

“What if it is?!”

Y/N chuckled, combing his hair out of his forehead.

“Then I won.”

“I don’t think so.” Wooyoung touched her panties, his thumb drawing small circles right on her core. He kissed her right there, his tongue swiping up and down the lace and its warmth travelling through the fabric, making her shiver. “You better hold onto my shoulders, love.”

Y/N moaned loudly, feeling her legs bend a bit and skin tingle. She quickly took her dress off and tossed it aside; getting drunk in the way Wooyoung’s eyes sparkled as he looked up, hypnotised by her boobs. She rested her head against the wall with a loud thud, but pain was the last thing on her mind. Slowly, he rolled her undergarments down and launched his mouth on her, sucking and licking in lazy strokes like those that he knew would drive her insane. His touch, his kisses, his presence… She beamed in joy at the sight of him, and she would regret every second of their breakup because it was a waste of time for both of them. As for Wooyoung, he knew no other woman would compare to her; no one else fitted him as Y/N did.

She tugged at his hair, forcing her hips down to create a bit more friction. His short nails scratched her thighs, bringing her even closer. Normally, she would prefer to lay, but there was something rather wicked about that position, especially knowing that they were by the door… It didn’t matter he lived in the penthouse, she wondered if people on the other floors could listen.

His heart fluttered as she came, the most wicked and lustful moan of his name coming from her lips. Y/N felt gooey, her legs begging for buckling down and resting anywhere… Preferable on a bed… However, Wooyoung seemed to have other plans.

Tugging her by the hand, he brought her to the nearest chair in his living room and sat down with her nestled on his lap. He kissed her jaw, delicately biting at the flesh.

“Ride my thigh, love.” He murmured against her chin. It sounded like a suggestion, but Y/N understood the meaning: an order.

“While you’re wearing trousers?”

“Mm-hm.” He shook his head in agreement, finger pads pinching one of her nipples.

“Won’t it stain?”

Wooyoung’s eyes flew back to hers, a mockery gleam fighting its way beyond the lust.

“Are you trying to gain yourself some minutes?”

Busted.

Ugh, how she hated him for knowing her so well!

“I’m just thinking about how embarrassing it’ll be for those doing your laundry.”

“I’ll do it instead.”

“You? Doing the laundry?!” Y/N grinned in pure jest. “Jung Wooyoung, part-time millionaire and part-time CEO, doing housework?!”

“Full-time millionaire and full-time love of your life, as decided minutes ago.”

“What an amazing career.”

“You just gotta focus on what you do best.” He shrugged, putting on a serious expression though his voice was soft, cheerful even.

“Well, God help me, for you do that perfectly.”

Y/N kissed him, shivering when his arms rounded her waist to pull her closer to his crotch.

“Ride my thigh, Y/N.” Wooyoung said again.

Her eyes flew shut after listening to her name falling from his lips. Promptly, she moved, straddling his leg and rocking her hips against his pants. One of Wooyoung’s hands groped on her ass while the other went up, scratching her ribs on the way to her boobs. His head dipped down, tongue darting around the bud, licking and sucking it as he felt her body tensing.

“It’s too much.” She moaned.

He paid her no mind, keeping the assault until she started trembling.

“Can’t you take it?” He rasped against her collarbones. “Can’t you do it for me?”

Y/N gulped, mouth dry and heart beating so fast she was sure Wooyoung could hear it. She was also sure he knew she would do whatever he wanted as long as he kept making her feel good, so she just went back on grinding on his thigh without answering directly to his question. Besides, words escaped her as her second orgasm approached.

“Fuck, love, you’re fascinating.” it came out breathy, Wooyoung’s teeth sinking onto her shoulder. He felt the spot next to his knee wet, noticed her hips losing strength speed.

It was the second bite that undid her truly. She shook, nails leaving red lines on his backs and arms tightening around his neck, bringing him even closer. Then she collapsed against him, panting. Wooyoung peppered kisses around her jaw, smoothing her hair and praising her for being the best of girls, for obeying him and cumming again.

“Wooyoung,” Y/N croaked. “I’ve made a mess of your trousers.”

“It’s ok, love. We’ll take it off.” He smiled softly. “Are your legs working?”

“Barely, but I can try to stand up.”

“No, no, no. I’ll just put you...” He murmured while pushing her to the side and standing up himself, leaving her on the chair. “See? I’ll take it off.”

“Oh, no, wait!” Y/N slapped his hand. “Let me do this.”

Fuck, he could cum on the spot. She really was at his house, the living room’s dim light casting over her while she fumbled with his trousers, and it downed on Wooyoung that she was back.

And she still loved him.

And they were together again.

“Here, sit down, you’re making me uncomfortable.” She gestured, getting on her feet too.

Oh, damn, he knew where that was going.

“What did I tell you about getting on your knees?”

“You choked on my cum already, now it’s my turn. Be fair!” Y/N pouted.

Wooyoung blinked slowly, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, God, the things I wanna do to you.” His thumb caressed her bottom lip. Soon, he forced it in, attentively staring at her mouth while she sucked it inside, cheeks hollowing. “Please, if you could do the same to my dick, I would…”

“It’ll be a pleasure.” Y/N chuckled, bringing his hand to full view and tracing her tongue on the tip of his finger. His chestnut eyes were a shade darker, pupils blown open.

“All mine, I guarantee.”

But before she could dive in, a familiar ringtone erupted from the floor, his trousers vibrating at the rhythm. It startled them, though Y/N’s reaction was only a small grin whereas Wooyoung’s was an annoyed grunt, cussing in a low voice.

“Maybe you should pick it up?”

“Absolutely not.” He refused to move and spoil the moment. His dick was hard, he finally had her back and between his legs (ready to suck the soul out of him)… He waited more than a fucking year for that, whoever called could damn wait too.

“What if it’s important?”

“There’s nothing more important than your pretty mouth around my cock, love.”

“But…”

“On your knees, darling.”

She gulped, slightly annoyed by the fact he could change the mood with only one phrase. It never failed to surprise how much effect he had on her.

Trying not to let his temper rise, Y/N went back between his legs. She caressed his thighs, nails trailing them slightly. Then, she went up, unbuttoning his shirt while he glanced at her with a hunger in his eyes. She pushed off his shirt, being awarded with the sight of his tattoo. Hands palming his torso, she mapped his skin, tracing the Latin phrase, wanting nothing more than to eat him open. She licked her lips, heart thumping loudly against her ribcage.

“Why are you staring?” He wondered. “Do I look too tempting?” He jested.

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. “Delicious as fuck and all mine.”

“I like how it sounds.” Wooyoung dipped his head down, pecking her lips. “And you’re all mine.”

“Always have been.” She agreed.

His stomach churned at the gleam of lust in her beautiful eyes. “Suck.”

The order came out simple and serious, a bit like the new Wooyoung he was.

Y/N’s hands found purchase on his thighs, the very ones she rode a while ago. Well, she was already in the rain… Let it all get wet.

Literally.

She gathered some saliva, palming his dick and spitting right on its head. Wooyoung breathed audibly, chest rising in a lungful expanse. Y/N moved her hand on him, spreading her spit and hearing his quiet moan. With a grin, she closed her eyes and sank down on his shaft, tongue circling the tip and tasting the salty pre-cum.

“Fuck.” He groaned.

She wasn’t that good with having dicks on her throat, always gagging and getting teary eyed, but this time she wanted to surprise him. She wanted to make him feel as marvellous as she felt during her two orgasms. Hence, she watched her breathing and swallowed him deeper. Wooyoung said something through gritted teeth, a hand flying to her hair and holding her head in place. Y/N hollowed her cheeks, bobbing up and down for a brief minute, forcing the movement against Wooyoung’s command. His hips bucked, making his cock hit her throat and she feel the burn in her eyes, tears coming almost automatically.

“Fuck, love, you’re gonna…”

He was cut mid-sentence by her gaze and thought he would explode. If there was anything hotter than her sucking him off and his cock was gagging her… Wooyoung didn’t really want to know. He honestly wouldn’t survive it.

Y/N repeated the motion, then she backed off with a gasp, drooling all over him. His hands were shaking, making him slightly embarrassed.

“Don’t stop even if I gag.” She ordered.

“Ugh, the things I wanna do to you, darling…”

“It’ll have to wait a bit.” She kept her fingers busy, caressing him while she took a breath.

Then, Wooyoung watched, mesmerised, Y/N’s wickedness take control: she turned her attention to his balls, licking it up and nibbling at the sensitive skin like he used to do with her clit. Words escaped him, so all he did was let out a raspy moan, tightening his grip on her hair.

Her tongue swirled around his shaft and she swallowed him again, tilting her head slightly so he could start fucking her mouth. He caught on her idea and adjusted his position, moving his hips smoothly, testing the angle. Y/N gagged once again, because that way he hit a spot too close to her throat, and although it was a bit uncomfortable, she couldn’t be hornier. Just tasting him and hearing him moan, knowing it was her own doing… It made her all wet and desperate. Glancing up, she locked eyes with Wooyoung – he looked hypnotised, almost drunk on the scene… On her.

It was all so erotic, so lustful, so right. He couldn’t tear his gaze as his dick disappeared on her plump lips, accepting all of him in as if she was born to suck him off, as if she was starving for it.

“Can I cum in your mouth, love?” He asked, wiping a small tear from her eye, his thumb caressing her cheekbone while he kept thrusting inside. “Or should I cum in your pussy?”

She whimpered, doing her best to shake her head positively, nails clawing at his thighs for support. Her knees were starting to hurt, legs sore and quite numb, but she really wanted to taste him before they properly fucked.

At her consent, Wooyoung’s mind clouded, Y/N being the only thought echoing. He shivered, the orgasm hitting so strong his belly clenched and his toes curled; he spilled inside her mouth, a deep, sexy groan erupting from his own.

Y/N swallowed and wiped her mouth, climbing his legs and sitting on his lap. She caressed his face, drawing all of his angles and mapping them on her mind once again.

“I love you.” She whispered next to his ear. “And I intend to make it up to you every day.”

“You’re a fucking minx.” Wooyoung murmured, a small smile reaching his mouth.

“Full-time minx?” She joked.

“Yeah. And full-time love of my life, so don’t fret.”

“Good.” Y/N stole a peck. “Good.”

They kissed in a lazy, tooth-aching romantic dance. He could taste himself on her tongue, and it was addictive, making him want to ravish her on the spot.

Then, after catching some breath and regaining more strength, Wooyoung hooked his arms around her legs and stood up, grinning at her wide eyes and high-pitched yelp.

“Hold tight, love. We’re going to the couch.”

“You should’ve said that before.” She giggled.

Wooyoung moved as if he was used to carry her all the time. Laying her down, he hovered over her, kissing her once more. This time, it was sloppy, teeth clashing as they touched each other all over – Y/N’s sharp nails digging at his back, leaving red lines on its length, while he groped at her thighs and ass, letting her wet pussy grind against his stomach and hips. She moaned, breaking the kiss and bending her head backwards when she felt his touch creeping down, stopping right at her core. Wooyoung didn’t mind it, kissing her neck instead, and plunging two fingers inside her, moving them slowly.

“Oh, fuck.” Y/N cursed. “Please, Woo, please.”

“What are you begging for, love?” He chuckled, eyes sparkling with mirth and lust, heart beating a bit too fast at her desperation, at the fact that she was his again.

“You.” Her teeth tucked his bottom lip at the same time she tugged at his hair, her pupils blown wide, hungry and desperate for anything he could give her. “Always for you.”

“But I’m already yours, Y/N.”

“But I want more. I want everything, Woo.”

“Your wish is my command, darling.” Setting his fingers free, it was time to fuck her properly.

He thrusted, finally linking their bodies. She hugged him, nails digging onto his back and leaving crescent marks; her legs pulled him even closer. His cock twitched, being devoured by her tight cunt. Wooyoung couldn’t even control his own muscles, so eager for his own release and to make Y/N feel good, like she deserved after repenting.

They were so focused on each other that every movement felt calculated, synchronised. Where she went, he followed, and vice-versa. His belly tensed up when one of her hands held his ass, groping at it while she let out a low, sexy laugh.

“You fucking minx.”

“It’s mine to touch,” She pouted, bathed in feminine power. “All mine.”

Something switched in his demeanour and Y/N gasped in surprise as he pulled her arms up, a strong hand blocking them from moving.

“Well, you’re all mine too. Mine to touch,” He brought another hand up, fingers intertwining with hers. “Mine to kiss,” A hungry, wet kiss stolen. “Mine to please,” His pace quickened, cock throbbing while she clenched around it. “Mine to…”

Love.

He growled, combusting in emotions. Y/N seemed to understand, because her eyes shone in a warm, romantic gleam. She got teary, pleasure so unbearable, so suffocating her body couldn’t take it anymore. She was still sensitive from the other orgasm, which made this one stronger, more devastating. Gripping at Wooyoung’s hands, she found in him her safe-haven.

Feeling her clenching around him just made his dick harder, and he was surprised at the fact… Normally he had to rest a bit before he went from one orgasm to another. Sitting up, Wooyoung hugged her by the waist, bringing her body closer, letting her nipples grind against his torso as she rocked against him in a steady speed. Bouncing, Y/N created enough friction and Wooyoung moved to match her speed, their muffled moans paired up with their hips colliding were the only noises echoing in the room.

They kissed again, messily and hungrily. She held him with such strength, anchoring on him as if her life depended on that. It was intense and raw, her body subconsciously trying to conquer his, claim his as hers… Although she didn’t need that anymore. He wouldn’t belong to anyone else… He didn’t want to. It was Y/N from the beginning.

“I’ll probably leave some red marks on your shoulders…”

“It’s ok.” He kissed her jaw, muffling another moan.

At each sharp and fast thrust, at each moan and kiss, they got further lost on each other. His dick twitched in earnest, feeling her so snug and wet around him. Y/N trembled at the breath denial, causing her stomach to tighten in delight. Wooyoung felt his body giving up and cursed low, unable to hold back anymore.

“Love…” He rasped. “Are you with me?”

Her teary eyes were enough answer. Wooyoung wanted to say a couple dirty things, however, the grip she had on his cock robbed him his sanity, so he just plunged on her violently, guiding both of them to the climax. Y/N shook from head to toe, moaning his name like a prayer and squeezing him like she had claws. He bit on her shoulder again because he knew she loved that. His fingers dug into her skin, also leaving marks.

The only noises were their panting. He rested his face against her neck, giving it small bites and kisses. Playing with his dark, long locks, Y/N sighed in contempt. How could she think it was possible to be happy without him when she was only happy with him, because of him?!

“Why?” She heard his muffled voice.

“What?”

“Why are you sighing?” He moved slightly, so they could look at each other.

“Just because.”

“Perhaps because you’re in your favourite place in the world with your favourite person?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “God, you’re so conceited!” Slightly tugging at his hair, she shook his head a bit. “My favourite place is Monaco.”

“This still makes me your favourite person.” He grinned.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” Playfully rolling her eyes, she pouted.

“I’m not tired at all. I suggest we grab a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and celebrate a bit more, hm?”

“Will you help me remove my make-up first?”

“Of course, it’s classic Y/N-Wooyoung behaviour.”

She smiled, knowing that everything would be alright again.

[sebastiansluts]

Anon Ask - Sebastian Stan

Anon Ask: naked scooter ride- reader is nervous bc she's been sheltered her whole life and it's her first big movie. seb goes to see her in dressing room, notices she's on edge. never had a man see her before so she's self conscious; not a creepy way Seb offers if she wants just him to see her first before they start filming instead of a whole film crew; fluffy and smutty- vaginal cockwarming

I hope you like this love!! It got kinda long haha ❤️

Sebastian Stan x Reader; everyone is above age; first time, virgin!reader, vaginal cockwarming, handjob, aftercare

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You were sitting in your dressing trailer, wearing only a thin, silky robe, something you had been given to wear until it was time to shoot. You still couldn’t believe you were really here- not only were you in Greece, far away from home, you were on the set of your first real movie, and you still couldn’t believe you had agreed to this. You were about to be naked, fully nude, in front of god knows how many people, and you could barely stand to look at yourself in the mirror. 

‘Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad,’ you reasoned with yourself, glancing down at the robe covering your breasts. ‘Maybe no one will notice how your one breast is larger than the other, and one nipple doesn’t quite point straight, and how there’s that lumpy skin of a stomach, and-’

A knock on your door startled you out of your self-conscious thoughts, and you quickly stood, making sure the robe covered you completely, and opened the door. Your costar, Sebastian stood opposite you, also wearing a robe, nearly identical to yours, which relaxed you a little. Then you met his eyes and all that tension was back as you were stunned by that brilliant blue. 

“Hey, they’re nearly ready for us, you wanna head on over?” Sebastian asked, and you bit your lip, hesitating. 

“Um, yeah…just let me check my hair?” you said, reaching up to tug on it nervously, your other arm crossed in front of your chest. You quickly turned around, walking back to the bathroom in your trailer, and breathing quickly. You sat down on the closed toilet, hearing Sebastian take a breath in like he was going to say something, then nothing. You didn’t think he had left, but you couldn’t ask him to go either. 

“Everything alright?” Sebastian finally did ask, and you sighed, putting your face in your hands, elbows on your knees.

“No,” you groaned, and there was the sound of footsteps then you were looking through your fingers at Sebastian in the mirror. 

“Can I come in?” Sebastian asked gently, and you nodded, huffing another sigh when he knelt down in front of you, staring at you with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, then shook your head, then nodded again, laughing pathetically. “I’m fine, I just- no one’s ever seen me naked before, let alone thousands. I don’t know what I was doing thinking I could do this! No one’s going to think I’m beautiful, everyone’s going to know how ugly I am, and-” 

“Whoa! Hold on, you agreed to do a movie with a nude scooter ride through Greece and no one’s seen you naked before? That’s a lot of strength and courage right there,” Sebastian said, and you paused, feeling warm at his admiration. 

“I- I just, I didn’t quite realize how much we were going to be nude,” you said quietly, and Sebastian shook his head. 

“Damn first agents never tell you the whole story,” he muttered, looking at you with soft eyes, and you felt a flutter stirring in your belly, that you tried to quell. “I’m sorry hon, they really should’ve told you everything. Are you sure you still want to do this movie? It’s not too late to find someone else-”

“No!” you cried, putting your hands on Sebastian’s shoulders, as if you could keep yourself there with him. His eyes widened, and so did yours, and you quickly pulled your hands back into your lap, realizing how close you were to him. You sat back, your cheeks dark red in embarrassment. “I mean, I want to do this.” 

Sebastian grinned, nodding and standing up. “Then let’s go do this,” he said, holding his hand out to you. You took it, nodding as you stood up. 

“Yeah, I can do this, it’s not that big a deal, just jump in the deep end…and drown!” You let go of Sebastian’s hand, having walked out into the main area of your trailer and gotten too close to the door. “I can’t do it, I can’t have hundreds of people see me naked for the first time, all at once, I just can’t do it!” 

“Hey, hey, angel, you’re doing great okay? We made it out of the bathroom, that’s progress. And, at the risk of sounding like a total creep- would it help if I saw you naked first? Just one person as opposed to the hundreds in downtown Athens?” 

“I- um, maybe? I think, I think yeah, maybe that would help. Like you said, just one person first. Um…do you think you could maybe like, close your eyes?” Sebastian nodded, closing his eyes immediately. You breathed out a sigh of relief, before taking a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. You slowly undid the tie at your waist, letting the robe fall open, exposing yourself. 

Your heart was beating wildly and you desperately wanted to cover up, but you grit your teeth and dropped your robe to the ground, whispering, “Okay.” 

Sebastian’s eyes didn’t open immediately, but slowly, starting at your eyes, smiling gently, before his gaze traveled down. Down to your collarbones, and then he was staring at your chest, and your cheeks were hot because you could feel your nipples hardening in the chill. His eyes kept moving, down to your tummy, that you tried not to suck in, desperate to look appealing but also be honest, down to your mound, over your thighs, before coming back up. 

“Angel…” Sebastian whispered, something like awe in his tone, as his eyes trailed down your body again. You flushed, shivering as you saw that his gaze was full of- something, you weren’t sure what, but it wasn’t disgust. 

“Sweetheart, the world’ll have no trouble falling in love with you,” Sebastian muttered, hand raising like he wanted to reach out and touch you, before falling back to his side. You realized you were longing for that touch, aching when you didn’t get it. “Anyways, I don’t think you’ll have any problems, but if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I want you to tell me. I’ll keep you safe, won’t let anything happen. If you’re uncomfortable with something, say so, and we’ll see if we can’t change that.” 

You smiled at Sebastian, feeling better about your decision to do this by the minute. So much so that you had forgotten you were still naked, until Sebastian glanced down and cleared his throat. 

“You uh, might wanna put that back on before we go out there.” You weren’t sure why he seemed so awkward, until you bent down without warning to grab your robe, and saw that Sebastian’s was tenting partially. You swallowed hard as you stood up, your cheeks hot again as you couldn’t look him in the eye. 

“Sorry angel, I just- you’re so fucking beautiful, just standing here in front of me…No, I’m sorry, it’s not professional-” Sebastian said, but cut off as you continued to stand in front of him, holding your robe. “You gonna put that back on?” 

“Do you want me to?” you asked quietly, biting your lip as you tried to read the situation. You hoped you weren’t wrong, because Sebastian was everything you’d been waiting for. 

“Aw sweetheart, that’s not- I shouldn’t- we shouldn’t- Oh hell,” Sebastian swore, stepping forwards and cupping your face in his hands. You dropped your robe, startled, and he leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away, before he kissed you. 

You moaned into the kiss, embarrassment hitting you but before you could pull away, Sebastian was groaning in response, his hands sliding down your neck, over your shoulders and down your arms to grab onto your waist. 

You gasped and Sebastian moved his lips to your neck, sucking lightly before moving on. “Wanna sit down?” he murmured against your skin and you nodded desperately, stumbling along with him as he guided you to the couch. He pulled you down with him, straddling his lap, his dick pressing into your stomach through his robe.

“I want-” You glanced down, hands pulling at his robe, uncovering his dick, and biting your lip again at the size of it. 

“Don’t have to do anything angel,” Sebastian reminded you, and you nodded, but you couldn’t look away. It was big, thick and heavy in your hands, warmer than you expected.

“I want you in me,” you whispered, and Sebastian breathed heavily, nodding slowly. 

“Okay baby, we can do that. Here, you just- you just sit and slide down, there you go, now slide…” His dick was positioned at your entrance and you paused before sinking down onto him. You pressed your face into his shoulder as you were stretched, the feeling more foreign than you expected.

“Atta girl, that’s it, just like that,” Sebastian encouraged you, his hands on your hips, helping ease you down onto his dick. Your breaths came faster as you were impaled, until it felt like something gave way and you were suddenly full, almost uncomfortably so, and Sebastian was swearing. 

“Fuck, angel, that’s so good, you’re such a good girl, fucking took all of me,” he groaned, his hands flexing on your hips. You whimpered, aching and full, until Sebastian brought his lips back to yours, kissing you deeply and making you shift forwards, his dick suddenly pressing a spot inside you that had you keening. 

“S-Seb! Oh!” You cried, hips shaking slightly, before settling, your body relaxing on top of Sebastian’s, your head on his chest, feeling comfortable and strangely safe. “There we go sweetheart, you just sit here for a bit, take some deep breaths. Don’t worry about anything, I’m here. I’ll take care of you, angel,” Sebastian murmured into the top of your head, pressing kisses there as he spoke. 

You could feel him inside you, weighted and huge, but the more you breathed, the more you relaxed, and the more you could feel little twitches and throbs from his dick. Sebastian’s hands were soft against your waist, stroking your hips and back as you laid against him. You were aching again, but in a different way now, your hips trying to shift minutely but Sebastian still noticed.

“Need something, angel?” he asked, and you nodded, forehead pressed to his bare chest, kissing it before tucking your chin over his shoulder. “I gotcha sweetheart, you just hang on there okay?” 

Sebastian began lifting your hips slightly, then he dropped you back down just as slow. You buried your face in his neck, trying to muffle the moan that came out of you. 

“Yeah, that’s a girl, we’ll be nice and gentle, hm? Keep it slow and steady, mhm,” Sebastian murmured in your ear, as he kept raising and lowering you on his  dick, your walls clamping down every time. 

“I- S-Sebastian, I think- I think I’m gonna-” you cut off with a cry, spasming around his cock as you came, sitting on Sebastian’s lap again, his fingers between you, rubbing at your clit until you were whimpering. He stopped, lifting his fingers to his mouth and tasting you on them, his eyes getting darker. 

You slumped against his chest again as Sebastian gripped your hips a bit tighter, lifting you up and off of his dick, but keeping you close. He brought his hand to his dick, between the two of you, and began jacking it, his knuckles bumping against your tummy but he didn’t seem to care. You mouthed at his neck and his one hand tightened on your hips, cum splashing up between you, coating your breasts and his pecs, dripping down your torsos. 

Sebastian was breathing heavily through his nose, kissing your temple, and holding you close. After a few moments, he gently started to shift you off his lap and onto the couch cushion, your mind a little hazy and confused. 

“Where…?” you tried to ask, but couldn’t finish the question. 

“Just cleaning up angel, I’ll be right back,” Sebastian muttered quietly, before walking off. You floated for a bit, as he wiped between your legs gently, and cleaned off your breasts and stomach. Then he was back, murmuring in your ear, “Hey angel, think you can sit up for me? Drink a little water?” 

You nodded, sighing happily as you opened your eyes, Sebastian helping you sit up, before sitting next to you, handing you a bottle of water. You sipped at it, realizing you didn’t care about your state of undress anymore, you felt safe with him. 

“I’m ready to do the scene,” you said, and Sebastian looked into your eyes deeply, as if making sure he believed you. He nodded slowly, then leaned in, kissing you languidly before pulling back. 

“Alright angel, let’s go film us a movie!”

As you walked out to the set, you felt more comfortable than ever, in large part due to the fact that Sebastian was holding your hand. You felt warm all over, and when he let go, to take his robe off, he looked at you with encouragement. You took yours off too, and climbed onto the scooter behind him.

Sebastian held your thigh as you listened to the director tell you exactly what he wanted. Sebastian's thumb stroked your skin when your breath hitched, and you nodded, reassuring yourself and him that you were okay.

The trailer that the two of you were hooked up to started, and Sebastian moved his hand to the handlebars. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned in.

"Thank you," you whispered as everyone was getting ready.

"For what?" Sebastian whispered back.

"Helping me believe I can do this."

Sebastian turned his head and quickly kissed your cheek, before turning back to the camera crew. You buried your face in his neck, flushing bright red, but loving it.

"And in 3...2...1...Action!"

[taintedcigs]

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍' 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍' — send this and give me some information/fact about yourself, send me your preferred fandom (mcu, stranger things), and your preferred gender and i'll ship you with a character!

*sighs* i always love these!!!!!

fandom: stranger things. preferred gender: any.

i love “clean girl” makeup, fairy wings eyeliner design, and glitter on my eyelids. currently wearing dresses more than any other article of clothing. my dream is to live in a cottage, grow berries, have a lil pond for lil duckies and bird feeders on my windows and be surrounded by flora. my dream job is to work at a flower job to which i ride my bike to and from. ‘m crazy about flowers if you couldn’t tell. fairycore, cottagecore, and baker!girlfriend are my favorite aesthetics. i love original fairytales, the dark and twisted ones, but the only disney-like fairytales i love are aurora, alice and rapunzel. i’m extremely pale so i like to pretend i’m a vampire fairy or any kind of undead fairy. as if that’s a thing lol. obsessed with the grimm brothers’ tales, supernatural and monster lore, magical beings. fav movie genre is action but i love watching horror because it always makes me laugh. any horror movies. is just funny. i’m a marvel (2009–2018) obsessed girl.

is this too much? i always get carried away lol i’m sorry

HARMONIA OMG, i might be biased but the first time i saw your feed i thought you were so steve's cottagecore dream gf coded!!! first of all steve WOULD LOVE LOVE this dream. also i always imagined steve w a 'clean girl' make up type of someone and he would love ur little SUNDRESSES SM!! he would be obsessed w them and he would def buy u lots of cute dresses in diff colors and he would ask u to make him a little show of all of ur dresses, (im imagining the 27 dresses scene w this rn loll) also ALSOO steve would always come by ur flower shop, pretending to buy flowers for someone else and then he would pretend to leave and dramatically come back telling u, 'sorry i was late i met this really pretty angel in a flower shop and i got u these flowers.' bc he's such a lil dramatic cutie like that!! and and and steve would always looove listening to your obsession with fairytales, (even though he would definitely be horrified when u would tell him about the dark original tales) he would adore the face your lights up when you told him all about your favorite fairytale and he would just swoon over u with his hand on his chin, looking dreamily!! steve would LOVE FOR U TO BE HIS BAKER!GF !! he would never tell u to make anything for him but when you did bake something for him he would GO CRAZY, he would feel so giddy inside and his heart would skip a beat when u bring him something u baked during his work break. he would eat all of it in a second and would try to bake u something in return (he would v much fail </3) but thats okay because you would teach him gladly !!!

but ALSO! i can definitelllyyy see you with chrissy! (maybe im biased again bc of ur moodboards BUT) chrissy is obsessed with flowers and sun dresses!! and she would definitely work w u in the flower shop!! (and now im imagining dani and jamie from bly manor minus the ending :(() and i think as much as chrissy is a flowers & sun dresses type of girl like u i think she would really enjoy watching all of the horror movies w u !! <3 and would PROBABLY be so obsessed w supernatural and monster lore!! and i see chrissy calling u her pretty lil fairy <33

bonus + steve would pretend like he wasn't fazed when watching a horror movie w u bc he knows how much u love horror movies and he wants to do everything with you!! and he would probably try to seem so nonchalant abt watching horror movies but as soon as you left for something he would let out a DEEP breath and he would have a lil freak out!!

noooo do not be sorry i love doing these when they are rlly detailed!!

join my 1k celebration!

[feuqueerfire]

Never Let Me Go Ep 6 Live Blogging

I have to leave for uni before this starts airing and have classes until 1.5 hours after it stops airing T.T I’ll try to watch some of it in the 2 hours I have before my next class after that (technically that’s enough time to watch the whole thing twice but it took me like 4 hours to watch Ep 5 lmao)

Read the r/boyslove on-air thread while on the bus bc i couldn’t watch the show while it was airing and at first people’s thoughts on ben were really pissing me off but then i read more and a lot of the comments with fewer upvotes reflected my feelings about the ben and nueng and coming out situation so i feel less irritated ig

Episode 6: Escape

6-1

Beautiful Phuwin in his dark green collared shirt that shows off his necklace

Lol the person talking with Palm and then Palm’s mom is cute and funny lol

The “which one of you is Palm?” seriously kills me

Oh they’re just gonna tell Palm’s mom that they’re here for vacay interesting

Plsss gave Palm, Neung, and me all a heart attack when she suggested Palm and Neung might have same father

Aw Palm 😭 his mother complaining and him being like “If we’re too much of a burden to you, we can go” poor guy

6-2

Linguistics: Palm’s mom uses gu-meung with them (like Chpper’s dad)

Neung outright said that Uncle Kit probably behind the attack, so that makes me think no?

Girl “will you tell your mom about our relationship?” And the immediate “What is our relationship?” Like my goodness and Neung being like about working for my family while Palm was definitely hoping for something else rip

Linguistics: Palm back to using Neung instead of Khun Neung but this time he seems to really want to and is using the title to his full advantage “Ai’Neung, you should go take a shower first” and then the -krab coming back when he says he was just practicing

Palm’s mom putting Neung to work and shutting down his advice. Neung character development era incoming as she treats him in a way others don’t

Lmfao they’re putting Phuwin’s English to good use with this show

Pls not Neung and Wu conversing in Mandarin while their bfs Palm and David just stand and stare

Neung’s eyes lasering in on the guys holding hands in public

Pls this scolding in Mandarin

That kiss convo smhhh I should rewatch and comment on it again when I have time

Rewatch: Palm insinuates and Neung accepts that the kiss was just part of Palm doing his job and trying to make Neung feel better rip but Neung's clearly disappointed about it and tells Palm to go that far again to make him feel better because "A kiss is special. It's meaningful."

6-3

please I think Neung always making Palm tell the sellers that food is delicious (the roti something from that uncle and now the Khua Kling from Tam) "Is it delicious?" "Yes." "Don't tell me, tell [seller]"

Palm obsessed with how Neung's lips look after eating the spicy food

Palm's mom catching on that there's something off about how Palm interacts with Neung and being like hmm are y'all dating

Palm's mom being baffled by the incredulous situation first but also saying some harsh truths like "what happens if Palm gets caught in the crossfire?" "If Palm dies, they'll just find someone to replace him." but also hits at Palm's weak point of only being considered a servant

6-4

oh interesting dynamic "I don't have money. Can you praise me for my effort?" "No. If you want to wow me, it has to be more special than this."

Neung's self-pitying is a wild ride "my life is worse than the cowherd and the weaver"

Neung getting irritated about Palm bringing him to a place where Tam's bf brought her when he's not Palm's bf and also getting irritated that Palm has to carry around a gun bc of his duty

bruhhh not Neung being like I’ll buy this beach so that it doesn’t get overrun by tourists like oh you’re such an asshole rich city kid

oh? Neung, you only show the side of yourself to Palm that you want him to see? And why is this side including your romantic side now? heh

lmfao no way Palm said “so you’re only showing me your good side? because that’s the only side I see” like be serious Palm, he’s in fact showing you soooo many of his flaws. You seem to like him despite them

Got spoiled on before watching:

just a few moments from preview of last ep and a few screenshots on twitter but nothing much

Overall Thoughts:

lmfao interesting choice of episode right after these kids’ parents got shot at. No worrying sick, no Neung losing his shit? 

Seems like we’ll get back to the events of that and aftermath (people wondering where Neung is) in the next episode. This was just the ‘escape away from the city’ beach episode that’s in like nearly every BL and sometimes they progress things a lot emotionally but I don’t necessarily think that they did that this episode, either? They had touching conversations in the last part when they spent time at the scenic locations but they’ve had conversations about love and romance before too. 

idk I feel like going away, meeting Palm’s mom, some heart-to-hearts could’ve been like half an episode and we could’ve gotten something else for the latter 20 minutes of the show? It’s just a really slowing of the pace after last ep had a whooole bunch of stuff happening. Not really a terrible ep or anything but not a fave.

Actually I know what would’ve made the episode better: A transition in how they treat each other or their dynamic. In Bad Buddy, even though I thought the beach eps were boring, they provided crucial relationship development and the change in scenery was significant. Here, if Palm went and started dropping to gu-meung and Neung for the whole time instead of just in front of his mom, if they got to a more equal ground away from Neung’s family, I would’ve liked it more. Instead, we still have Khun Neung krab when they’re alone and Palm focusing on protecting Neung. We do have some semblence of change in their personal characters though because Palm’s more open now where he knows how things go, rather than under his dad and Neung’s family’s thumb whereas Neung doesn’t know much about this life.

Nueng, not Neung: bruhhh I just understood why people keep calling him Noong or Noo-ang and stuff instead of how his name’s pronounced. I just read the name to be how I would type it based on how it’s pronounced but that’s not correct ahh

Fave Scene:

idk, nothing super stood out. maybe that one part where Palm called him Ai’Nueng 

Posts I made

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Most viewers that I saw per part during the premiere:

1: ? || 2:10k || 3:15k || 4:18k

12 hours later 

Aw fuck I forgot, so here it is 35 hours later

Part 1: 916k || 2: 633k || 3: 591k || 4: 676k

Avg: 704k

Views Tracking (just because I’m curious): 

The day after NLMG release, so 8 days instead of just a week later

Ep 1 - 1: 1.970M (173k) || Avg: 1.261M (+108k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 2 - 1: 1.272M (+103k) || Avg: 1.017M (+88k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 3 - 1: 1.080M (+105k) || Avg: 935k +(96k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 4 - 1: 1.301M (+159k) || Avg: 998k (+140k) || Max Part: 1

Ep 5 - 1: 1.073M || Avg: 937k || Max Part: 1 (also part 3 with kiss has 1.044M)

[0v3rachi3v3r]

sometimes i think abt the (ex)friend i had from middle/high school all thru college

(it was intended to be story time but it ended up pretty high key Vent)

tbh i more or less dissociated from my ms/hs years so i didn’t even realise we’d been friends that long

i introduced her to my (then) Good Friend - he and i met bc we were paired in class (alphabetically close last name) and that was it, but we hit it off. he introduced her to his roommate and they had a dnd group or whatever.

fast forward a few years, height of covid, roommate graduated and was dating my friend for a year or two now, they have their apartment and whatever. bc i was kinda stuck in the dorms doing my masters online, they invited me to their apartment until covid was over and/or school was out.

i remember how they had a fight over me staying too long, financial stuff and all, after I stayed for about 2 weeks (“spring break” week included, since that’s when school was out and never came back)

but the other thing i remember was her, reminiscing about “the old days” how we were depressed n all that, how we were always putting aside our own sadness to take care of the other… but how that was over, “we made it,” she said with so much confidence… but i couldn’t be happy because i hadn’t made it, i was still there (mostly bc of my bpd/emotional disregulation which was rly bad bc my then-bf had just broken up with me a month or so prior) but i really just couldn’t feel like “we made it” and i remember feeling like she was doing that to low-key/backhandedly spite me. obvs i knew she wasn’t trying to, so i went along with it with a little “haha yea can you believe it” type thing…

i asked my family to pay for a plane ticket so i could leave so my friends wouldn’t be burdened by me, asked said friends for a ride to the airport. they insisted they won’t take any money bc i already helped with groceries by pitching in $100 or so, but I insisted and paypal’d them ~$200 anyways for letting me stay for so long (after I spent $300 for their dexacom and alcohol wipes that were sold out everywhere)

that summer i was down in the dumps like half my hs posting was in 2013-2015. by this time i’d known that living with family made me feel awful, but I had to bc financially i had no where else to go. due to my moods, i just didn’t have the energy to reply to friend when she learned abt me taking ASL as one of my courses online. she, as a CODA, was interested as well and wanted to help me practice signing. i went 3? weeks without talking to her because i felt like shit. when i finally had the energy to talk to her again, she’d blocked me. and i couldn’t message her back with the “sorry i didn’t get back to you, i was depressed af”

i tried talking to mutual friends - college bestie and his roommate - but nothing from roommate. college “bestie” told me about how i was a self centered brat (did not elaborate) and blocked me as well.

that “friendship decay” thing hit me really hard when it was going around a few days ago bc some people really do have friendship decay. if it was just her then that woulda been fine but she took most of my college friends with her. that, im not fine about.

i know you won’t see but an old mutual may so let me just say:

talk to both sides before you deem someone to be irredeemable and block them bc your friend said so. if $600 in 2 weeks is “selfish” then you don’t have the whole story.

i know it isn’t the case but it really feels like my only friends are from elementary or from my grad school years, and i absolutely hate it.

emotional permanence please don’t fail me

[atopvisenyashill]

write the au you want to see in the world okay is this show or book canon well i like to do book canon timelines and pepper in show personalities here and there for seasonings-

they spend a while after driftmark writing secret letters and hashing out a big speech to give viserys together first, so he’s on their side when they go to the small council

rhaenyra has a few sticking points that aegon is more than ready to roll over for but both of them know alicent & otto won’t. the first succession/inheritance - rhaenyra insists not only will succession stay the same (ie, the line still descends from her) but their children will be married to jace & baela’s.

otto & alicent couldn’t care less about that. they lock eyes when rhaenyra says it immediately and silently communicate “we’ll agree now and deal with that shit later right? right, moving on” and tyland makes a note to ask them what that was about at their secret meetings later

the second sticking point is “what is aegon’s title?” rhaenyra is willing to give up “protector of the realm” to aegon, but insists he be called “prince consort” as does viserys. the thing is otto & alicent DO NOT WANT THAT AT ALL. i can see otto even being willing to say they can both have ruling power, but aegon has to be called KING.

anyways, i imagine they spend the entire mourning period arguing these points.

next wrinkle is babies - if rhaenyra has a son, she’s fucked so she makes maester mellos do a blood pact secret promise to help her have regular access to moon tea. at the same time, if they wait to have a child too long, people are going to talk, especially as aegon gets older.

and like - he’s 14 (so she’s 24) (why did i think she was 12 years older. did i really convince myself all this time she was 12 when her mom died and she was 10??? jfc) when they marry, and they have to consummate, but after that, rhaenyra essentially treats him exactly like one of her kids. calls him sweetling. free with compliments. starts teaching him valyrian more properly, goes dragon riding regularly. there’s a sexual undercurrent here that is very obvious but she’s not technically acting on it, largely bc she’s trying not to get pregnant, and letting him come to her.

he probably has a bastard when he’s like 16/17 though, and then it becomes “okay you gotta sleep in my bed regularly at least so people don’t gossip” and then she shifts into something a little more charged, and more sexual - does she realize she’s patterning their relationship off her relationship with daemon? i think yes but she’s fully repressing that reality bc she doesn’t want to think about it even a little.

she’s also actively pitting them against each other. initially, she assumed aegon would clash most with her kids but as it turns out, he mostly likes jace, he doesn’t mind joffrey. he gets weird with luke which makes sense except at some point she realizes it’s partially bc she also calls luke sweetling so to make sure aegon & luke don’t get deranged around each other, she just starts manipulating things so aegon gets deranged around daemon instead. 

daemon is having a really normal one about all this btw. definitely doesn’t move himself and the twins back into the capital so he can grump about the rhaegon marriage.

(i feel like. he has to be doing something weird here but i’m unsure what. he’s not siding with the greens, but once again rhaenyra has married someone else so even tho he’s mellowed out bc their kids are marrying, i still think he’s being weird here. and tbf, rhaenyra is also going to be having a weird time about it lmao, and she’s actively making it weirder for all three of them).

i imagined rhaenyra as having moved back to the capital for this, but i do think after several years she’s once again going to want to leave. there’s going to be a lot of gossiping about a baby and what it’ll look like and when it’s coming and all that, + I think even though it’s still verboten on calling her kids bastards, the greens next move is “how do we put her oldest three aside” and that is going to leak out into court gossip. aegon is already a very suggestible person so if she even vaguely hints at “this shit SUCKS i want to go back home” i think he would jump on the chance to have some privacy.

now the thing is…vaemond still exists. corlys still gets sick, and vaemond may still come forward to say he should get driftmark. but vaemond was very likely emboldened to try that because there was open war between the two sides brewing. this is a wildly different political field.

i am thinking about an au where aegon approaches rhaenyra at laenor’s funeral and is like “hey we should get married because i’ve been obsessing and i think it’s the only way we can avoid a succession crisis” and rhaenyra agrees and spends the next several years mommying the FUCK out of aegon, has him crown her when viserys dies, then shows up to the first small council meeting with her boy toy husband and is like “actually otto, lannisters, get FUCKED” and chases them out

[silkscream]

could you do a peter request where reader is feeling insecure bc guys treat her like she’s disposable so she’s sulking to peter asking if she isn’t pretty/funny/whatever enough but then he tells her she’s the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and they have angsty soft sex

ੈ✩ pairing: peter parker x reader

ੈ✩ warnings: smut (18+ only), angst,

ੈ✩ wc: 1.7k

the familiar tapping on your window comes as a mirage to you, but when the red-suited figure comes into view, your pulse is calmed only slightly when he brings you back to reality. burrowed in your blankets, you flash your best friend a half-hearted smile.

“hey, bug boy.”

“hey! i brought over those leftovers you wanted. also, mr. delmar gave me an extra brownie for you and i had to stop ned from eating it— hey, are you okay?”

“mhm.”

“you look like you’re crying,” peter furrows his brows, quick to discard his suit and pull over a sweatshirt of his that he’d left in the corner of your room as he makes his way over to your bed.

“‘m fine, pete,” you mumble. “gonna put on some pants any time, soon?

“y/n,” he emphasizes, a frown setting on his face. he touches your cheek carefully, almost timidly. peter parker has been your best friend since middle school, yet he still doesn’t know what your boundaries are in regards to touching. you’re always the one to initiate it, with your hands absentmindedly running through his brown locks during movies or unprompted attacks so that he’d give you piggyback rides. for some reason, his fingertips to your face makes him feel like he’s stepping over a line.

“hey. you gotta talk to me. you know i’m not gonna leave you alone until you do.”

you chuckle, tears spilling onto your cheeks as you smile and attempt to cover your face with the sleeves of your hoodie.

“it’s stupid. i don’t— i thought that i was just bad at, at like, socializing. and then i hit it off with that guy lucas and he ghosted me which is fine, it’s just. i don’t know what’s wrong with me, peter.”

“what? nothing’s wrong with you. boys are assholes, okay? this dude doesn’t deserve you. you— i didn’t know you were seeing anyone,” peter blinks rapidly, the last sentence coming out rushed and mumbly. somehow, the topic of you dating people never came to mind considering how the two of you were always attached at the hip. the mention of another boy’s name makes his stomach drop. 

“i wasn’t— i’m certainly not now. it’s like, okay, i get laid for once, and then when i actually try to get close to someone they disappear. am i that fucking disposable?”

“you slept with him?”

“yes, peter, we’re all of age. some of us even have sex,” you snap at him. you regret it immediately when you see the look on his face. “i’m sorry. just— just forget it.”

you sigh and wipe your face, leaning your head away from him to stare your ceiling. you feel his body shift as he crawls into bed with you and you feel your heart leap.

“you are not disposable,” peter finally murmurs.

“i feel like something’s intrinsically wrong with me. always thought there was since i was born, maybe. like, maybe i can be abrasive or i’m not everyone’s type and maybe i’m even that fucking pretty, but jesus christ. it’s like i repel everyone i go near.”

“you couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”

when you turn your head, peter looks at you with the slightest tinge of pink on his cheekbones. his crooked nose quivers in the tiniest motion the way a rabbit would. you’ve always noticed when he did that but never thought to bring it up. his face scrunches up in a fit of worry when you don’t respond, so he chooses to stroke your scalp, which has your eyelids fluttering in response.

“thanks,” is all you can mutter at the moment, heart nearly pounding out of your chest from the sensation of your best friend touching you, even this chastely. you wonder if you’d go into cardiac arrest if he touched you anywhere else. 

he mumbles something unintelligible into your hair and the words of tenderness get muffled. 

“hm?” you muse.

“i think you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

“you do?” your voice nearly cracks. 

he simply smiles at you in this sad, genuine way — not out of pity, but out of admiration and bittersweetness. like he knows that the moment those words came out of his mouth that whatever would happen between the two of you might crash and burn completely, but he was okay with being the one who got hurt.

your lips meet his like a sucker punch. he tastes like rain. there’s a sharp inhale in his throat, the curve of his throat tightening as he nestles his palm into your shoulder. you feel like an overflowing sink suddenly, and you think that maybe peter prying you open would be the cure to your ailment, but you know that maybe you’ve gone too far.

you pry yourself away from him like a knife out of your gut.

“i’m sorry. ‘m really… emotional, and that wasn’t fair and you were probably just trying to make me feel better—“ his hot mouth shuts you up with with dizzying piety, his kisses washing away the hurt that’s charring the creaky floorboards of your heart. 

you don’t notice the tears fall because you feel too good. it feels better than any other time someone’s kissed you, because all those other times were devoid of passion completely. your bodies fuse together quickly like melting candle wax, legs intertwined. 

he pulls away when he feels the wetness on your cheeks touching his.

“are you okay?” he whispers, his voice thread-bare. 

“yeah. ‘m just happy,” you chuckle breathily. 

“but if you think this might be a bad idea—“

“i don’t care, peter,” you kiss him again, desperately rocking your hips against his as you nearly knock teeth. you’re surprised by the whimper that comes out of you. it almost hurts how badly you want him. you gasp when you feel his teeth on your neck.

he pushes you back onto your plush mattress with his hands clasped in yours. both of your movements are clumsy, feverish, but both of you are determined to break open the other. you feel him rutting underneath you, his hardness grazing your bare thighs, and oh, the slightest wetness.

peter forgets that he’d forgotten to put on pants completely until his eyes widen at the feeling of your fingertips grazing his hips, sliding under the elastic of his calvin kleins. in response, he gently yanks at your shirt, prompting you to take it off and lay bare in front of him.

his tongue swirls around your hard nipple, sucking and biting until he releases with a pop just to kiss you down your stomach. peter’s chestnut eyes have gone dark ochre with calloused hands holding down your hips. when his mouth reaches the band of your panties, you stop him. he looks at you curiously.

“can i eat you out?”

“i want you to fuck me,” you whimper.

“i wanted to make you come first,” he pecks your hip.

“y’probably will,” you gasp, pulling on his hair to bring him back to you while his hard cock brushes along your core. “just want you really bad. now.”

“anything for you.”

he swallows a gulp in his throat before removing his briefs the same time you discard your underwear. two lonely souls bare in front of each other, vulnerable like you’re meeting for the first time, yet this is all too familiar. peter doesn’t want you to know that he’s had too many dreams with this exact setting, and he can’t in his right mind believe that it’s actually happening now.

you buck your hips eagerly as he hovers above you. he chuckles at your desperation, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gliding his cock along the velvet of your slick cunt, then nudging inside of you. 

the moment you feel him, you let out a lewd moan that has him falling apart. the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

you whine louder as he pushes in and out of you slowly and he has to cover your mouth with his palm. your breath hitches in your throat as you mewl quietly, listening to the slow grunts and ragged moans falling out of his mouth.

“jesus christ,” he hisses. “you feel fucking amazing.”

despite the awkwardness, the sensation of him filling you up is too good to notice the gangling crossfire of limbs and mouths, experimental to the both of you considering this might as well serve as both of your first times. every lover that had made you feel disposable had now ceased to exist in your mind — there were no tears left to cry. there was only peter.

he tries something, pulls your body flush against his as he leans forward into the cruz of your thighs and lifts them just a bit higher. the tighter angle has the coil in your stomach ready to unravel at any moment. 

“oh my god,” your mouth spills. your nails mark the length of peter’s back with carnal heedlessness. 

“yeah, shit, yes—“ peter croaks into your collarbone. the sound of his voice so low and on edge turns you on to oblivion, and with the thickness of his cock hitting deeper into your cunt, your hypothesis is bound to come true.

when he thrusts into you faster, muscles tensed and hands pushing down on your stomach, your tears come back on impact.

“just like that, fuck,” you groan. “i think ‘m gonna…”

“let go for me, pretty,” he coaxes. 

jolts of lightning seize through your body as your vision blurs. he kisses you again and you bite on his lip, sucking gently to prevent yourself from screaming out of pleasure.

it sends him over the edge, until he spills himself into you with hushed groans. you bask in the way you’re flooded with him, his smell and his breath and his skin. as you both emerge back to your shared consciousness, your bodies stay together swathed in warmth.

of all the desolation you’d felt in your life, peter is perhaps the one thing to clear the fog. 

“i think you were made for me,” you whisper.

he lets out a breathy laugh, still recovering from his high. he takes your hands and kisses your knuckles. “i’m whatever you want me to be.”

[thatsokayy]

“I’d Probably Still Adore You With Your Hands Around My Neck” - Sou Hiyori | Shin Tsukimi x Fem Reader

You've got something Sou wants, so you offer a trade. The stress of all that's happened really starts to pile on two horny young adults who have a lot of heated tension.

Tagged:

he's addressed as sou bc this is before his name reveal and you're in the game blah blah, takes place chapter 2 part 1, enemies to enemies with benefits, Barebacking, Creampie, Doggy Style, Wall Sex, Riding, Cowgirl Position, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, long intro with equally long sex scenes, Begging, he's vocal, Whining, Reader-Insert, he calls you "miss", Female Reader, Vaginal Fingering, Hickeys, Bruising

6,620 words

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37517044

full fic under cut

The ruined corridor was extremely eerie. You hated being in there alone, especially with Kanna's trial room at the end of the hallway, disturbingly similar to your own. It felt as if you were presented with the puzzle ages ago, and when because of you that stranger you were paired up with…

You trudged one with heavy steps. You had a mission and you were determined to go through with it.

You heard the confrontation between Keiji, Sara, and Sou a little while ago. You were in the dark about a few things, but some eavesdropping let you in on the gist of what was going on… Kai's laptop found on the first floor was discovered again. Keiji, Q-taro, and Sara lost it and Sou got it back somehow, and he had the charger for it. Keiji and Sara seemed to be having some conflict with each other, which could be a real issue for everybody since they were the backbone of most operations.

Everyone else tended to float to their side. Sou was a bit of an instigator, with the suspicion upon him that he influenced Joe’s card in the last Main Game and generally being an asshole to everyone who even tried to converse with him.

You felt terrible for Sara. You couldn’t even get close to imagining what it felt like to lose your best friend to something that was uncontrollable. Just having to see a complete stranger die brutally was sickening itself, but your best friend? She was so young too.

Regarding who was on whose side, you were more in the middle of the bunch. Sure, you agreed with Sara and her group’s ideals; everyone ought to work together to get out of this hell hole. But your distrust of the others, especially that shady Keiji guy, made it hard to stick around with them. You were definitely not on Sou’s side, that was for certain. Just thinking about how he’d been manipulating poor Kanna to do his bidding made your teeth grind. He was shrewd, rude, and had even convinced you that he was a good guy when all of you first met. His change in face hurt you more than you’d like to admit; you’d taken a real liking to him and considered him a close companion… at least, as close as you could get to someone after knowing them for only a short time.

The introduction of the Me-Tokens enticed you, especially with the opportunity of uncovering Sou’s secrets. You had formulated a plan to get some of his Tokens, which required you to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your excellent snooping skills provided you with a boon that he would without a doubt try to get from you. He knew more about this terrible game than he was letting on. Maybe his Sou-Tokens could give you some insight?

All this is what led up to you wandering through the ruined corridor, seeking out Sou.

The creepiest room, but also the most likely one to find him in, was the room with its entrance covered in rubble. No light came from within it, but there was an odd buzzing as if something electrical was powered on. As you carefully edged around the corner, you began to hear the clicking of typing on a keyboard.

It had to be Sou, no doubt about it. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but the outline of a person hunched over a laptop was sitting in there. You had to be quiet and cautious. If he caught wind of you sneaking up to him, he’d run out and your plan would be foiled.

It would require some physical strength to hold him down so he couldn’t escape. You weren’t worried about that part because Sou was surely not capable of fighting back against you. You were mostly concerned that he would yell out and scream, but that wasn’t likely because he wouldn’t want the others to come in, considering a certain group of people may join in with you by holding him immobile as they stole the laptop, leaving your own end of the scheme unresolved.

You crept slowly, making sure you wouldn’t accidentally trip over any rubble, which got easier as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You suspected Sou would be more alert considering everyone hated his guts and letting his guard down could mean life or death, but he didn’t turn around as you approached slowly, your calves aching as you tiptoed agonizingly slow.

Once you were close enough, you observed what he was doing. He was on the lock screen of the laptop, trying to guess the new password. He sat with his head resting on his chin, deep in thought.

This was your chance, and it might be the only one you get.

With swift movements, you tightly snagged his wrist and pushed his shoulder against the back of the chair, making him unable to turn and see who his attacker was.

“Fuck!” Sou’s tone was one of complete shock, but he was smart enough to hush himself down. He was cunning and good at smoothly talking his way out of things, but that wouldn’t work now if someone walked in considering most of the other participants would rather see him dead.

“Listen, don’t yell. I wanna talk to you,” you mumbled. His shoulders seemed to untense a moment after recognizing your voice, or he was so weak that he couldn’t put up a fight anymore after only a few seconds of struggling.

“Talk to me? Sure,” he replied. “If you’re trying to get the laptop back, don’t even bother.”

You eased your grip on his shoulder and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as he rolled it. “I’m not interested in the laptop. Like I said, just a talk is all I’m looking for,” you said.

Sou laughed, but it was a bitter one and you anticipated a snarky comment to follow it. “Yeah, just a talk. Right.” He turned his head up to look at you, eyes narrowed in a scowl. You caught a glimpse of his collar tucked under his scarf.

“If you want a talk with me, let go of me. You’re gonna leave bruises,” he said as he yanked his arm and you complied. He shut the laptop, standing up and shaking his now-freed hand in the process.

He leaned in closer to you as he talked as if to intimidate you. It didn’t work very well, considering you were surrounded by taller-than-average men ever since you got to this game who were much more unnerving with appearances alone. Sou was unpredictable and cunning, which was menacing in its own way. At least he had that going for him.

“Are you here to be Miss Sara’s little spy? Interrogate me on what I know? I told you all already that I’m just as much in the dark as the rest of you,” he sneered.

You wanted to slap him silly, tell him to back up a little. That would get you nowhere though. Instead of responding, you pulled out the smartphone from Kanna’s trial room from your pocket. Sou’s aggravating smirk quickly changed to a frown and he lunged for the phone. You were quicker than him, however, and kept it out of his reach.

“I knew you wanted this,” you said. Earlier, you witnessed Sara and Kanna heading to the sickening trial room at the end of the hallway and Sou arriving with Alice. That was suspicious in its own right, but after seeing Sou and Sara each eye the room as they passed, you went in on your own to try and figure out what was in there.

From the exclamation Sara gave when she went in with Kanna in tow, you expected to see her sister’s mangled body or traces of it. Luckily, the room had been cleaned up. However, you spotted the smartphone under the bed with a disturbingly horrible message meant for Kanna’s eyes: a goodbye message from her sister telling Kanna to go to hell for ditching her.

You figured this is what Sou wanted and snatched it up before anyone else could enter the room. This is how you ended up with it, and you were evidently right about your assumption. Sou stared at you in distaste, accepting that he couldn’t steal it out of your hand and avoid any bartering.

“You’re real sneaky. Someone like you has a real chance of winning this game, huh?” He paired this comment with a slight smile, the same one he gave you when he first introduced himself as the timid job hopper.

Whether you had the skills to win or lose wasn’t your top concern, although it would come up eventually, wouldn’t it? It was unavoidable. You felt a pit in your stomach when you realized this is how he so easily got people to trust him; snide comments that hit you right in your weak spot.

“I want to make a trade. Your Tokens for the phone. How about that?” You said.

Sou’s eyebrow cocked. “You just had to get yourself into something that didn’t involve you, Miss (y/n).” He readjusted the laptop under his arm. “Alright, I’ll trade you some. Don’t expect me to fork over all—”

Voices from the hallway grew louder as they got closer to the room the two of you were in. You recognized Q-taro’s booming voice and Keiji’s smooth mumbles.

“Look, I know y’all probably don’t wanna talk t’me right now, but I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Q-taro said.

You couldn’t hear Keiji’s response, but it seemed to aggravate Q-Taro since his tone got considerably louder.

The air left your lungs as Sou swiftly pulled you against him, hiding behind the wall so that the men wouldn’t spot you two if they decided to check the room. His hand covered your mouth as his other wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

His palm was sweaty against your lips which made you grimace in disgust, but the pressure of his chest rising and falling against your back and his quick breaths tickling your ears made your heart pound. You hated Sou, you really did, but being this close to anybody would naturally get a reaction out of anyone. You could smell the scent of the communal bath's shampoo, he was incredibly warm, and your body held against his with no discomfort or awkward angles.

He didn't move an inch as he listened to ensure Keiji and Q-taro weren't in the corridor anymore. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you flush against him.

Sou emptied all the held air in his lungs with a large sigh and moved his hand away from your mouth once he judged that the coast was clear. "We'll talk in your room. If anyone asks, say we're trading our Tokens. Do not mention the laptop or the phone. If you do anything to mess with our deal…" He paused to give you time to assume what he meant.

You pulled away from him and gave yourself a few feet of distance. Goosebumps remained on your arms and you tried to calm your heart from exploding out of your chest. You realized how cold the room was now that he wasn't holding you tight against him. "What're you gonna do?" You mocked.

“Don’t play around with me,” he replied. “We’ve got another Main Game coming up.”

The fact that he could say such heartless things without hesitation made your stomach twist. Sou was more determined to get out of here than anyone and was prepared to drag everyone down with him if he couldn’t win. You thanked whatever cruel higher power that was watching you that he was the only one who seemed to have such evil intentions out of all the people here.

The walk back to your room was silent. You trailed behind Sou, making sure he didn’t try to do anything suspicious. Now and then he’d turn around to scoff at you or see if you were planning something, but otherwise, he kept quiet. The two of you didn’t encounter anyone on the way to your room. You opened the door for him and nodded his head as thanks.

You locked the door and sat on the bed while Sou took a seat on one of the chairs. He removed Kai’s laptop from the inside of his jacket and took out his wallet, jingling with Tokens. You held the phone tight in your hand.

“Tell me why you wanted my Tokens,” he said. “Otherwise I refuse to give them to you.”

Wasn’t it obvious? What else are they for? “Take a wild guess, Sou.”

“I have to make sure you’re not in cahoots with that damn policeman and his little friend,” he said. He tugged on his scarf to adjust it.

“When’s the last time you saw me talking with them, hm?” You stood up in front of him. “I’m not trying to trade them to anyone else. Give me fifty for the prize exchange.”

Sou cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you wanna know what my profile says about me? I’m just as curious as you.”

Good, you thought. He seems to be open for a trade. “I’ll show you what’s on it if you trade the Tokens for the smartphone. Otherwise, I’m keeping the phone.”

You had no idea what his intentions were for the phone. Did he want Kanna to see the message her sister left for her? Another way to break her and command her to do his bidding? He seemed to want it pretty badly; he was eyeing it in your hand through the entire conversation.

“I can’t let you see what's on my profile,” he mumbled. The sudden change in his tone made you wary of him.

“Why not? Maybe you’re tied to this game in some way. We already know our kidnappers are capable of creepy realistic dolls and accurate AI. Who’s to say they can’t give you some kind of amnesia so you forget what you knew about them?” You said.

“Aren’t you at all suspicious as to why Kai had Sara’s family name as the password? The emails? If you want to know something about the Game, get her Tokens. I won’t have anything about it in mine.” Sou stood up now to match your position. He leaned close, head tilted to the side. The laptop was placed on the chair, so even if you did try to lunge for it, he could easily reach it before you.

He was being logical about that. But Sara’s profile wouldn’t have anything about her family, other than where they lived maybe. It’d only have information about herself. Unless she was a crazy good liar and as willing as Sou to let people die, especially her very own friend Joe, you didn’t expect her to secretly know anything about the game either.

“You’re being pretty stupid,” Sou said bluntly. “Give me the damn phone. I’ll make sure to not throw you under the bus later on. Unless… you’re willing to put Gin’s life on the line too? Maybe poor Sara's?"

At first, you paused to make sure you heard him right. The realization that he meant what he said forced a shocked laugh out of you. “Don’t bring them into this! They're just kids!”

“Oh, I shouldn’t bring them into this, huh? You’re saying this to me and not the sick fucks who put us and innocent kids into this Game?!” He brought his hand up to your chin, gripping it hard to make sure you wouldn’t turn away from his gaze. He stared into your eyes, the corners of his mouth upturned in a malicious smile.

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach. You could easily pull away from his grasp, but you were struck with such strong unease that your body wasn’t responding to your brain’s signals to move! Push him away!

Bringing your hand up, you gripped his wrist and clenched your jaw. “Don’t try to scare me with your silly little threats,” you replied.

Your response caused him to cock an eyebrow. He let out a huff. “‘Silly’, Miss (y/n)? You think I’m talking out of my ass?” He slowly turned your face to the side, then to the other as if he was observing you and getting a good look at your features for the first time.

“Sure, you got away with it in the first Main Game, but are you strong enough to do it again this time? Or are you gonna pussy out of it?” You managed to give him a smartass smirk to really push in your point.

The next few events happened so fast and so unexpectedly that you couldn’t process what was going on until it was well underway. After his features flashed with abhorrence, just for a split second, Sou moved his hand from your chin to the back of your head, fingers intertwining in the roots of your hair as he pulled back. Not hard enough to cause severe pain, but enough where you cried out with a yelp and thought, what a fucking dick! Playing dirty! Is he seriously going to get physical just because I called him a pussy?!

His face leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt the unexpected pain of his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin, then suckling on the same spot.

Your pained cries forcefully turned to staggered whimpers, because although you had no idea what the hell he was trying to accomplish with this, you were begrudgingly enjoying it. His other arm wrapped around the small of your back to steady you, more like keep you from pulling away, as he burrowed his face into your neck and shoulders, nipping and sucking till you were sure you’d have a big ugly patch of red and purple trailing down the right side of your neck.

You knew you’d eventually collapse if he continued his attack on your skin. Your legs felt like jelly and your gut was twisting with giddy butterflies. Sou suddenly pulled away and shoved you to the side against the wall. Your palms met the wall with a smack, and you felt the ebbing pain similar to that when you fall on your ass and use your hands to catch yourself. He gave you no time to turn around and retort because he was upon you again, his fingers interlocking with yours above your head as he held you pressed against the wall.

You realized that you had dropped the smartphone by this point, but that was the least of your concerns right now. His knee nudged and pushed against your clothed cunt from behind, giving it just enough friction to cause your breathing to come out in quick, heavy huffs.

When you craned your neck around to try and look him in the eyes, he moved in, smashing his lips against yours fervently and rather rough. His hands pushed down on yours, making your wrists ache and skin sting.

Sou pulled back for a breather and looked at you with a dumbstruck look on his face. His eyes trailed the bruises on your neck, then he met your gaze.

You took this opportunity to finally voice the thoughts in your head, although you didn’t actively try to pull away your hands. You very well could, if you wanted to. Curiosity of what was to come and his intentions got the best of you. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get me to admit something?! Y—”

“Oh my god, just shut up, Miss (y/n). You’re so noisy. Too damn noisy,” he said with a chuckle under his breath. The feeling of his breath hitting the nape of your neck sent a dizzying shiver of arousal to your cunt. He leaned in again, and you could tell this time he tried to not be so rude and pushy with his kiss, waiting until you initiated the movement and prodded your tongue against his lower lip before he continued. His hand trailed down to get under your shirt, making his way to your tits, thumbing your pebbled nipples and squeezing the flesh tight. His hand was cold and provided an interesting sensation that you guiltily enjoyed, clearly, with how you couldn’t help but grind against his thigh pushing up between your legs.

The smartphone was nowhere to be seen, neither of you paying any mind to it now considering the situation presenting itself. You’d gotten into this intending to get something useful out of it; gaining his Tokens, any information Sou had been withholding from the rest of the group, or even an answer on why he wasn’t collaborating with the others. But all that escaped your mind as he fondled your breasts, fingers tracing over your sensitive nipples, his lips pushing against yours as if you’d back away if he held off even a bit. He pressed against your ass, the growing pressure of his cock insistent and pushy as the two of you got more intimate.

You bit his lip, demanding him to go deeper, farther with the kiss, but he pulled away, leaving you hot and bothered. Either he was teasing you or didn’t know what he was doing, but it was getting really annoying having to stop when it was just getting good.

Sou moved his hand down to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the side without care as to the noise it made when it hit the floor. He unzipped his pants and lowered them, and you suddenly felt shame at what the two of you were doing.

Just a bit ago you swore you wanted to punch his stupid face in. Now, you could feel your cunt anticipating his entrance, fucking you hard against the wall, hearing his annoying voice whine your name with an affectionate “Miss” before it. Even the mere thought of what he could do to you in such a compromising position caused your legs to clasp together as your pussy clenched with delirious lust. Sou was leaning his head against your shoulder, watching your eyes slowly shut as your imagination ran amok.

“What are you waiting for?” You heatedly asked. “Is this your sick idea of a joke?”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’d be pinning you against the wall and groping your chest as a joke. You’re real dumb, Miss (y/n).” Sou reached to grab your hips and pushed his growing hard-on against your ass, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a jagged sigh as you cooperated and pushed back against him.

His fingers slowly moved to the front of your pants, where he unbuttoned them and began to pull them down along with your panties. He let them fall to your ankles, but before his hands returned to your hips he dragged a knuckle against your throbbing clit, forcing a strained whine from your throat.

The whole situation wasn't very romantic, rather a step-by-step process as he grew more adventurous and pushed his boundaries. Sou reached to grab the meat of your ass, nails digging into the crease of your thighs. You couldn't do much except stare at the bare wall in embarrassment, sure that if you were facing him you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes.

“What happened to you giving me daggers, hm?” A slight jiggle as he clutched your cheek in his hand, but you held your tongue. “You weren’t afraid to talk back. What happened?”

He smacked your ass without warning, making you suck in a quick breath through clenched teeth. He laughed at the reaction and gripped it once more before he slid his hand to your soaking cunt, two fingers pressing tentatively at the entrance.

You eased your feet apart, although you didn’t do it consciously, to give him more room as he pushed in, the slick from the prolonged tension making it an easy task. His fingers were slender and he prodded your walls, gauging your reactions with each push. When he got a quiet moan out of you, he began to finger-fuck you vigorously and you gripped the wall for support to no avail.

“You take it so good, (y/n). So wet for me. Was it from the arguing? My pervy touches? Do you like being cornered like this?” He paused to breathe, the action of fingering your tight pussy taking a lot out of him.

“You’re so annoying. I could say the same about you. I can feel how hard you are when you're grinding against my ass,” you whispered as the tips of his fingers careened against the bundle of nerves, sending a fresh wave of lustful intoxication to your head. He favored the spot after that and moved his other hand to press down on your clit and rub small circles over the bud.

Your inner thigh muscles began to strain as you approached an orgasm. You reached for his wrist to try and steady yourself, feeling distressed at how much you enjoyed Sou’s fingers spreading open your cunt.

“You're gonna make m- me… cum,” you said, your voice warbled with the pressing build-up of your orgasm, coated with a thin layer of shame at how easy he brought you to it.

With no control over your body anymore, your thighs snapped shut as you came, slick coating his fingers as he fucked you as best as he could while your walls clenched around his digits. You squeezed his wrist tight in an attempt to cull his motions on your sensitive clit, the feeling borderline painful as you rode down your climax and he pulled out his fingers.

You panted heavily, wiping at your mouth to make sure you hadn't drooled during your delirious state of mind while you only focused on the feeling of Sou's fingers curling up into you. He left you winded as your pussy slowly clenched around nothing, waiting and begging for more.

Behind you, Sou was pulling down his underwear, stroking himself with your cum still on his fingers. He didn’t give you a chance to rest before he prodded your pussy with his tip, leaning in to bite the lobe of your ear.

“Bend over for me more, ‘kay?” He mumbled, slowly rubbing his cock as he pulled back on your hip, trying to make you push against it and meet him halfway.

Rather than a response, you brought your hand back and began to pump his cock quickly, making him stutter out an exclamation. He dug his nails into your hip, trying to keep his cool and hold down any urges to whine.

“Ah, fuck,” he whispered, having the ability to pull away from your grasp but choosing not to. “Qu- quit it, or else I’ll tell them how you begged me for this, begged me to fuck you.”

You figured it would only be fair to get him off without the help of your cunt surrounding his achingly hard cock, but a flash of thought about him pushing into you made you decide otherwise. As much as you hated to admit it, the only thing you were craving right now was him thrusting into you, his snide comments mumbled into your ear as you took it like a good girl, just as he wanted. He sure was good at manipulating your own feelings; he made you hate him one moment and desperate for him to fuck into you the next.

You were sure he wouldn't tell the others about your little get together, but you wordlessly complied, moving to place your hands up on the wall, jutting out your bottom slightly to give him a better vantage to fuck you, and it took it as an invitation to get right to it. Lubing up his cock with your juices, he dragged in along your folds, making you let out an exasperated huff.

You were getting impatient, the teasing almost unbearable. If he kept this up, soon enough the others would start to look for you two and you’d have to part ways for the time being. Who knew when you’d get a chance to be alone again? And would he be willing to do it again?

The fact that you even thought that bothered you, although you weren’t surprised anymore. By this point you realized you liked him, really liked him, at least in a sexual way.

Which was a real shame, considering how much of an asshole he was.

You were about to turn around and complain to him, sarcastically tell him to keep taking his sweet time, but he pushed into you without notice and you felt the air you didn’t realize you were holding leave your lungs.

Sou mimicked your exhale, taking a moment to bask in the feeling before he slowly bottomed out, watching himself disappear into you. He held his hands on your waist, holding you in place. After a moment, he raised his head to look at you, a smug smile on his face.

“You feel awfully good, Miss (y/n). I wouldn’t complain if we happened to be alone again and you were up for it,” Sou said.

It’s as if he read your mind. “Oh yeah?” You mused. But that was all you would say to encourage him.

He slowly moved your hips against his as he worked up to the pace he wanted, sliding in and out of you with ease. The position he had you in made it so his cock slid against your front wall as it pushed in, making your clit jolt slightly as your spongey G-spot was gently massaged with each thrust.

Sou adjusted once more; he wrapped his right arm around your pelvis as if he was hugging you from behind, and the other snaked up to grip at your tits. He gave your nipple a small pinch and you whimpered at the touch.

That seemed to trigger something for him because he picked up his pace, his newfound arm position allowing him to pull you against his own thrusts, your ass meeting his thighs as the skin slapped with hollow claps. He rested his head into the crook of your neck once more and you could feel his hot breath fan against the skin on your nape, a million nerves lighting up at the sensation.

He rutted into you without care as to how you felt. The searing ache of being fucked hard with reckless abandon was dulled by the surge of hormones you were feeling, your pussy being stretched out for the first time in a while. You were sure you’d be aching by the time you went to sleep. Lewd squelches came from you as he pumped into you, and your deep breaths turned into strained moans as his cock continued to brush past your frontal wall.

Moving his hand from your tits, he brought it down to your clit once more and rubbed his fingers against your sore bud, begging for some kind of attention. Your muscles were aching and weak from the constant strain of being near orgasm for so long, your head dizzy from the haze of arousal.

You could hear hints of whines under Sou's breath as he exhaled against your neck. The realization that his uncontrolled utterings were your doing made your cunt squeeze around his cock, which caused him to moan, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Damn it,” he said. “You’ve already got me close.” He paused to take a breath. “Y- you feel so good. So good, (y/n).”

He continued to rut into you, but his pace began to get sloppy as he neared his own climax. The irregular, rough thrusts into your G-spot paired with his slim fingers attacking your swollen clit, along with his soft mutterings of your name against your neck brought you over the edge and you came once more, coating his dick with your creamy release.

The tightening of your pussy dragged him to his climax, and he tightened his grip on your pelvis with a heavy moan as he fucked into you once, twice, three times, pushing his hot load deep into you.

He remained in you for a bit, panting against your skin, although now he moved to rest his forehead against your shoulder blade. He didn’t have the strength in him to make a clever comment. He pulled out after his breathing returned to normal and began gathering his clothes.

You stood against the wall for a moment before moving towards him, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the bed.

“What do you want now?” He questioned, but he followed you and let you move his body.

“Lay down on the bed,” you replied.

Sou raised an eyebrow at you, moving to lay down and adjusting the pillows behind his back. You moved in, positioning your knees next to his hips. He suddenly had a bashful look on his face, although he kept up his cocky tone.

“You’re taking the reins now? You sure you can handle it?” He teased.

In place of a response, you lowered yourself down onto his dick, grinding your wet core against his shaft. He gaped as you slowly dragged in between your folds, moving his hands to your hips to give himself a better vantage to push up against you.

Sou struggled to keep his composure, biting his lip as his fingertips pushed into the flesh of your hips.

“You don’t like the teasing very much, do you?” You braced your hand on the headboard behind him. A particularly deep grind had both you and him releasing a gasp.

He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. “Please, Miss (y/n). Don’t make me wait any longer.”

That did it for you. Lifting yourself up, you reached between your thighs to align his hard-on with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself down.

The sound he uttered as he entered you was heaven to your ears. It made your cunt flutter with anticipation, and you hurriedly settled your weight on top of him.

You were hyper-aware of how he felt in you, from the slight curve and pressure in your lower gut. He kept his eyes shut, his fingers pinching the skin of your hips. You wanted to tease him and make him wait just as he did to you, but a primal urge to let his dick slide into you was overwhelming. Using your hands on the headboard and his chest to balance yourself, you began to move on top of him. The bouncing was already making your thighs sore from exertion, but you ignored it. You paused now and then to grind down on him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, slick with a mixture of your natural lube and his load from before slowly leaking out of you.

Sou groaned with each thrust, and you could feel him pulling down on your waist to help aid your pace. After you arched back once more to grind down on him, he let out a deep moan and adjusted his legs behind you. He pulled you down for a kiss, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. With you leaning down to meet his mouth, he thrust up into you. His arms hugged your waist as he rut into you, his tongue pushing against yours. Your hand moved to grip the roots of his soft hair, plastered to his forehead from the sweat. In any other situation, it would’ve been pretty gross. But now, it intensified your lust, and you probably looked just as disheveled as him.

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, and your moans accompanied it as he increased his pace, nails digging into your sides. His cock pushed and dragged against your walls, stretching you painfully. You didn’t care about much else except reaching an orgasm, having his hot seed coat the inside of your cunt, already layered with his load from before.

He pulled away from the kiss and you rested your forehead on his. “Fuck, (y/n), don’t stop,” he whined. “I’m close, I’m really close. Don’t stop, please let me cum in you again.” His voice was strained, interrupting himself as he panted and huffed. “You feel so good.”

Sou’s vocal praises were enough to bring you to your climax, letting out a whine as your vision went white with heavy arousal. You couldn’t move anymore, your thigh muscles twitching and aching as your cunt squeezed around him, attempting to milk out all he had in him.

“Just like that,” he muttered. “Oh, Miss (y/n).” With a few more unpatterned thrusts, he yanked you down so you were flush against his hips as he came in you, his cum spreading in your pussy.

You felt it drip from you, the sheer amount of it too much as he pulled out of you. You laid on top of him, your head in the crook of his neck. Your chests met as you heaved and panted, the heat of his body almost overwhelming combined with your own. His scarf had been tossed away somewhere in the moment, although you weren’t sure when. It was all a blur, heavy desire blinding you and focusing your thoughts on one thing only.

He rubbed your back slowly as the two of you calmed down. After a bit, he gently slapped your back to tell you that he wanted up, and you rolled over to let him get up.

You lay atop the covers, watching him get dressed. You felt gross and sticky, but you were way too tired to care about that at the moment. He shot you looks as he dressed, but not the same ones he had given you before: rude ones meant to piss you off. He watched you stare at him.

"Don't think this was some kind of favor," Sou said. His voice reminded you of when the two of you first met; calm and timid, a little bit shy at the prospect of talking to a girl. "I think we both needed some kind of release like that. I'd rather you go to me for it than… Keiji, or Alice, or Q-taro." The last part was hushed as if he didn't want you to hear it.

If you two hadn’t been in a killing game, you’d be offering to let him stay the night. Tell him you’d call him soon for another meetup. Promising to make him breakfast in the morning. In another life, you really wished that was true and that you two were having a normal hookup, not a horny fuck prompted by the heat of the argument. The stress piling on and on from this sick game had a strange effect on people, and evidently, sex is what you and Sou demanded to help ease it.

But once he got everything together, he went to the door and let himself out.

Before he completely left, though, he turned to you one last time. “Listen, Miss (y/n). Don’t try snooping for information about me. You won’t find anything worthwhile,” he said. “And try asking Safalin for something to help with…” He gestured to his neck, and you suddenly remembered the barrage of bites he laid on your neck in the beginning, no doubt large bruises by now.

He shut the door behind him, and you realized that in his hand was the very same smartphone that you were going to use for your end of the bargain.

[taivansupremacy]

Act Like You Mean It (Part 3)

part 1 part 2

A/N: this took me forever bc writers block and life things but here it is! i hope you think the end does the story justice! as always, feedback is always appreciated!

CW: unrequited love, maybe some swearing, miscommunication

“For the record, I told you both that this fake dating thing wasn’t smart!” Steve says as he paced the floor of his bedroom. 

Robin sat on his bed, chewing on her lip as she watched her friend pace the room and reprimand her. 

“I know,” She sighed.

“I told you that someone was going to get hurt and-” 

“Okay, Steve! I get it!” She stood up and steadied his shoulders to keep him in place, “Shame on Robin! Just tell me what to do!”

His face softened as he saw his friend’s stressed state. He knew that he should be happy considering his knowledge of your crush on Robin, but he also needed to make sure that Robin’s newfound feelings were genuine to prevent you from getting hurt even more.

“I think that you need to think on it a bit more before saying anything to her.” He shrugged 

“Why? Do you think she’ll reject me?” Her eyes blew wide as panic set in. 

“No, no I never said that,” Steve quickly assured her,  “You just don’t want to say something that you don’t entirely mean.” 

“R-right,” She nodded, taking a seat on his bed once more, “I’ll give it a day or so.”

****

The next day at school, Robin couldn’t act natural if her life depended on it. On the ride to school, she all but jumped out of her seat when your knee touched hers, at lunch, she stopped dead in her tracks when your hand brushed her’s as you passed her a water bottle, and when you walked to your locker together at the end of the day, she gasped lightly when your hand laced with her’s. You did the best you could to give Robin the benefit of the doubt, but by the end of the day, your confusion got the better of you. 

“What is up with you today?” You asked as you dropped her hand and opened your locker to start packing up your things.

“W-what do you mean?” 

Robin knew exactly what you meant. She had been acting weird and overanalyzing her feelings and your actions all day because she was trying to take Steve’s advice. He may not have told her to act like a dingus around you, but he did say she should think about her newfound feelings for you. She may have been thinking too much, however. The only conclusion that she had come to is that she is more hopeless than she thought. Every touch felt electric, she hung onto every word you said with the attention of an eager child, and she daydreamed about you when you were apart. She was down bad. 

“You’ve just been acting… strange.” 

“Right,” Robin averts your gaze, “Well, my mom’s been on my case about finals and end of the year senior stuff. You know how it is.” She gave a nervous chuckle and a shrug. 

You didn’t have time to reply before Vickie came down the hall, a bouquet of roses in hand and a small smile on her face. She tapped Robin on the shoulder, causing her to turn around and face her. 

“Hey, Robin,” Vickie started, “You know speaking of end of the year senior things, I was wondering if you’d like to be my date to prom?” She shyly extended the bouquet of roses and your heart began to shatter.

Not only would your blissful days of getting to pretend that Robin was yours come to an end, but she would also most likely be Vickie’s girlfriend after prom and you would have to stand by and watch as she loved someone else. 

Robin was frozen in place. This is what she wanted, right? She wanted Vickie to notice her and take her to prom; that was the whole reason for her fake dating plan in the first place. She couldn’t help but feel guilty for wishing that you were the one asking her. She quickly pushed that thought aside. She liked Vickie way before she realized that she might like you, and Vickie was here expressing that she wanted to take her to prom and indirectly, that she liked her back. She took the bouquet into her hands as a smile appeared on her features. 

“Yes,” She captured Vickie in a hug,  “I’d love to.”

The redhead girl beamed as she pulled away from Robin’s grasp, eyeing you for a second before finding her face again. You closed your locker quietly and slung your backpack over your shoulder, backing away from the situation in front of you as tears prickled in your eyes. You opted to walk home instead of finding Steve’s car, positive that if you had to listen to your best friend go on about her prom invite for the 10 minute ride home, you couldn’t keep your tears at bay. 

****

The ride home was silent and immediately Steve knew that something was wrong. Usually, Robin never let him get a word in, often complaining about classes, assignments and other students and recapping almost every detail of her day, but today she hadn’t uttered a word since she climbed in the passenger’s seat. 

Steve broke the silence first, “How was your day?”

“Fine,” Robin looked out her window, angling her body away from her friend.

“Where’s y/n today?” Steve pressed, assuming the answer was at least partly why Robin was so quiet, “Usually, she at least tells me when she isn’t riding home with us.”

Robin swallowed the lump in her throat, willing herself not to cry. 

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “She kinda disappeared after Vickie asked me to prom.” 

The car came to a screeching halt. 

“Come again?” Steve looked over at her wide-eyed. 

Robin sighed and turned to face her friend, “Vickie asked me to prom and when I turned back around, y/n was gone.”

Steve’s heart broke for you. He could only imagine how heartwrenching it was to watch Robin get asked to prom right in front of you and made a mental note to check up on you after his shift. 

“So, you decided that your feelings for y/n were a fluke, then?”

“No!” Robin groaned, already tired of the interrogation, “I never said that.” 

“So you’re not going to prom with Vickie?” Steve questioned with furrowed brows, trying to make sense of the situation at hand. 

“I never said that either.” She replied, irritated. 

“Alright, I’m lost. Please enlighten me.” 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday and I’ve come to the conclusion that I like y/n like even more than I liked Vickie. To be honest, I'm not even sure I like Vickie anymore. I was going to ask her to prom tomorrow with your help, but Vickie asked me first and I knew that saying no would have y/n questioning me and I’d have to confess, but I haven't rehearsed so…. Yeah.” She trailed off, staring down at her Converse. 

A moment of silence passed before Robin spoke up again. “I guess I was also scared. Vickie was in front of me telling me that she liked me, you know? There was no risk involved. Telling y/n has the potential to ruin our friendship…”

“So you’d rather go to prom with someone that you aren’t all that into anymore than take a risk and go with the person you really want to go with?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Robin nodded, sheepishly, finally looking at Steve in the eyes. 

“Rob…” 

“I know, I know,” She buried her head in her hands, “I’m just scared! And I already said yes to Vickie, so can we drop this?”

Steve really didn’t want to meddle. Usually, he had no problem meddling when the object of Robin’s desires was some stranger, but you were one of his best friends and he told himself that he wouldn’t tell Robin about your crush on her, but he decided that it may do some good to speak up about it now. She may even decide to ask you to prom if she knew how you felt. 

“Robin, listen-” He started, but was quickly cut off. 

“I don’t need a lecture right now, Steve.” She waved her hand at him and turned to look out the window again. 

“But-” 

“Please just drive. We’re going to be late for work.” She sighed and Steve obliged, stepping on the gas once more. 

****

“I need you to come over and help me get ready for prom tonight,” Robin pleaded on the other end of the line, “We could get ready together!”

Really, she could get dressed and put on a bit of makeup herself. Having you come over to help was just a ploy to get an hour alone with you before Vickie showed up to pick her up. As guilty as she felt, the idea of you coming over before prom excited her more than prom itself. She was sure that she’d be more excited if she was going with you, but she didn’t have the courage to take back her acceptance to Vickie’s prom invitation and confess her feelings for you. So for now, she would steal an hour with you alone. 

“I’m not even going to prom, Rob,” You sighed, eyeing your prom dress that you had been so excited about buying a month prior, but would never get to see the light of day. 

You ultimately decided that going to prom would only result in more misery on your part. The Hawkins High gym wasn’t all that big and catching glimpses of Robin and Vickie slow dancing seemed inevitable. Steve tried to convince you to go anyway, mentioning something about prom being a rite of passage, but you still decided against it. You had a stack of rented tapes and snacks to keep you company for the night. 

“You have to!” Robin whined, “Come on, I need you there with me.”

You could resist Steve’s pleas with no issue. You could hold your ground when he tried to persuade you to do something that you didn't want to do. You had a harder time saying no to Robin, especially when she says things like that. 

“Fine,” You relented, already sensing that you would come to regret your decision, “But I get to leave early if I want to.”

“Deal!” Robin squealed, “So come over at like 3? Bring your dress and your good makeup!” 

The line went dead before you could respond. You put the receiver back on its cradle before diving headfirst into your pillow. You already mourned the loss of your quiet night in and cursed yourself for being so spineless when it came to Robin Buckley. 

****

You showed up on Robin’s doorstep with a garment bag and a makeup case in hand at 3:00 on the dot. She rushed to the door and pulled you inside, nearly making you drop your makeup case on the floor. Wordlessly, she dragged you up the stairs and to her room. It wasn’t until the door was shut behind you that Robin spoke up. 

“Hi,” Robin greeted sheepishly as she looked you over. 

Your hair was already curled and styled in a half up half down formal style that Robin couldn’t help but think framed your face perfectly. You wore a flannel that you had stolen from her, some plain ripped jeans, and some sneakers. The sight of you in her flannel made her blush a little. You looked much better in it than she ever could. You moved to put your dress on her bed and your makeup on her dresser before turning to her with a smile of your own. 

“Hey, Rob,” You allowed yourself to capture her in a hug, but quickly pulled away. “Shall we? We better get a move on if you don’t want to be late,” You ushered her to sit in her desk chair as you pulled out your makeup case. 

If she was being honest with herself, she couldn’t care less about being late to prom. She would be perfectly happy never leaving her room and watching movies with you all night, but you couldn’t know that. So she allowed you to direct her towards the chair. You start right away on eyeshadow, skipping the face makeup because you knew Robin wanted it light and selfishly, so her freckles would remain uncovered. You swiped your brush over her eyelids, your face mere centimeters from her’s. Robin’s breath caught in her throat as you leaned in. You desperately hoped that she couldn’t feel your quickened heartbeat or sense how flustered you had gotten from her close proximity. 

After applying light blush to her cheekbones, you finished off with Robin’s favorite lipgloss. You applied it to her lips gently as you held your breath. You allowed yourself to breathe when you stepped back and twisted the top back on the gloss tube. 

“Gorgeous,” You said as you held up a handheld mirror in front of Robin’s face so she could inspect your work, “Vickie won’t know what hit her.” 

Robin took the mirror from your hands, her heart fluttering at your words, “You think so?” 

You nodded silently to keep yourself from running your mouth about how beautiful you thought she looked and embarrassing yourself, “Now shoo! Go get dressed so I can get my makeup done!” 

A few minutes later, Robin came back in the room wearing a grey suit with a white collared shirt and a plaid tie. You caught a glimpse of her in the mirror that you were holding and spun around in your chair to get a better look. She was stunning and once again, jealousy crept up on you as you thought about how lucky Vickie was. 

“W-What do you think?” Robin ran her tie between her index and middle fingers, “I don’t know what I think about the plaid, but I didn’t want a plain, bland suit. Should I have gone for a dress instead? I mean suits are more comfortable for me, but I don’t want to feel out of place if all the other girls are-” 

“Rob!” You stood up from the desk chair and walked over to her to straighten her tie, “You look amazing. Vickie is one lucky girl.”

The blonde blushed as she rocked back and forth on her heels. If only you knew that it was you that Robin was trying to impress, not Vickie. You let go of her tie and headed back to Robin’s desk to finish your makeup. She followed you and took a seat on her bed, careful not to crinkle her suit pants at your insistence. You made easy conversation as you applied the rest of your makeup, stealing glances at Robin through the handheld mirror. Just as you finished your makeup look, the doorbell rang, signalling Vickie’s arrival. You deflated, thankful that you could use getting dressed as an excuse to stay upstairs. Robin froze. It dawned on her that she probably wouldn’t get to hang out with you for the rest of the night since she had a date. 

“Well, you’d probably better head downstairs,” You turned to face her with a half-hearted smile, “You don’t want to keep your girl waiting.” 

Robin nodded less than enthusiastically, “Come down with me. You know, to say hi to Vickie.”

“Can’t. I need to get dressed and Steve will be here soon. You know how he gets when I make him wait.” You laughed, “But uh in case i don’t see you again tonight, I hope you have a magical prom, Robin Buckley.” You grabbed your dress from the bed and stood on your tip toes to plant a light kiss on the blonde’s cheek before exiting to the bathroom to get dressed. 

Robin was dumbfounded. Her hand instinctively raised to her cheek, where your lips were pressed just moments ago. She was startled out of her trance at the sound of her mother calling her downstairs. She quickly slipped her shoes on and headed downstairs, already mourning what could have been if she wasn’t such a coward. 

****

Steve’s car pulled into the Hawkins High parking lot when prom was in full swing. He maneuvered his car swiftly into a spot and turned to you. 

“I could just not go in,” You mused, “Robin wouldn’t even notice.” 

“And let this pretty dress go to waste?” Steve picked up some of the tulle from the skirt of your dress and let it fall, “Absolutely not.” 

“I just…” You started, “I only said I’d go because she wanted me to. She’ll be with Vickie all night, so she won’t have time to hang out with me… I’m not gonna have fun.” 

He looked at you apologetically, “I could come in with you?” 

“You graduated last year,” You chuckled, “You aren’t a Hawkins High student anymore.” 

“I’m not opposed to crashing prom for you, y/n. You should know that.” 

You took a deep breath and looked at the school building. Multi-colored lights could be seen through the gym windows and balloons were lined up at the entrance. You couldn’t deny that it looked quite pretty all lit up. You could go in for an hour, you decided. If you hated it, you would leave, but you would at least try. 

“I think I’ll be okay,” You paused, looking down at your lap and fidgeting with the skirt of your dress, “Will you come get me and take me to your house to watch some movies if I hate it in there?” 

He gave you a proud smile and lightly punched your shoulder, “You know I will.” 

You nodded, satisfied with his answer, before pushing open the passenger side door and exiting the car. 

In the gym, Robin stood at the punch table with Vickie but was too distracted looking for you to focus on the story that she was animatedly telling. Suddenly, she saw you saunter in and scan the crowd. You spotted her and gave her a smile and a small wave. You were devastatingly gorgeous all dolled up in a blue floor-length gown, your curled hair bouncing with every step you took. Her mouth went dry at the sight of you  Just as she moved to take a step towards you, a slow song played and Vickie pulled her to the dance floor. Your smile quickly dropped and you grabbed yourself some punch before finding a place on the bleachers. 

“y/n?” A voice above you asked, “What are you doing sitting here all alone?” 

You glanced up to find your friend Nancy Wheeler looking at you with furrowed brows and a slight frown. You smiled at her, relieved to see a familiar face. 

“I came alone and I didn’t see anyone I knew so…” You trailed off. 

She thought for a minute before extending her hand, “Do you want to dance?” 

“But… this is a slow song.” 

Nancy extended her hand to you again and you decided to take it, deciding that it was better to slow dance with a friend than sit on the bleachers and sulk. She lead you to the dance floor and wrapped her arms around your waist. You followed suit and wrapped yours around her neck. You swayed to the rhythm of the music. 

“Forgive me if this is a sore subject, but I thought you and Robin were dating. I was surprised to see her here with Vickie,” She shook her head, “Sorry, I’m just realizing that’s probably not something you want to talk about at your prom...” 

You chuckled, stealing a quick glance at Robin and Vickie slow dancing to your right. Your heart clenched at the sight and you quickly looked back to Nancy. 

“She wanted me to pretend to be her girlfriend so Vickie would notice her,” You let out a humorless laugh, “It worked, obviously.”

“But you love her.”

“What?” You were taken aback by her statement. Was it that obvious? You could only hope that it wasn’t to Robin. You can’t stop your eyes from floating over to Robin again and watching as she and Vickie swayed, a nervous smile spreading on her face. You lock eyes with her for a second and quickly turn your head. You pull away from Nancy, suddenly feeling suffocated. It was all too much at once. You needed to get out of there. 

“I-I’m sorry, Nance.” You shook your head as you backed away, “I have to go.” 

Nancy reached out to you, her brows knitting together in concern, but you were already on the move. You picked up your dress and bolted for the door, immediately heading for the library as soon as you cleared the gym doors. It was only after you tucked yourself between 2 shelves that you allowed yourself to cry. 

****

You were slow dancing with Nancy Wheeler and Robin had never hated her more than she did at that moment. She knew that you were friends with her and that you hung out with her outside of school sometimes but she never caught on to any kind of crush that you might have had on her. She tried to act interested in what Vickie was saying, as not to be rude, but she couldn’t help but watch as Nancy held your waist and swayed in synch with you. She locked eyes with you for a split second before you turned away. 

“Robin!” Vickie’s voice broke her out of her trance. 

Right, she had a date of her own. 

She offered a half-hearted smile as she looked back at the redhead in front of her, “Sorry, I just…” 

Suddenly, she saw you bolt out of the gym in her peripheral. You looked distraught and although Robin wanted nothing more than for you not to be with Nancy, the thought of you getting your heart broken at prom made her own heart break for you. 

“I-I’ll be right back.”

She marched over to an awestruck Nancy, pushing through the crowd of her fellow students. How dare she play with your heart? Did she even know how lucky she was to have you as her date? By the time Robin reached her, she was fuming. 

“What the fuck happened, Wheeler?” She spat, resisting the urge to use some choice words that would definitely catch the attention of some of the teacher chaperones. 

“What? I-” She tried but was soon interrupted. 

“Don’t play dumb. Where did y/n go?” 

“I don’t know!” She exclaimed, “She didn’t exactly tell me where she was headed before she ran off!”

The blonde scoffed and decided that she’d probably have more luck searching for you than trying to pull any answers out of Nancy. She wandered the halls of Hawkins High, the muffled sounds of upbeat music accompanying her search. She saw a sliver of light peaking out from the library doors and didn’t know why she didn’t look there first. You often went to the library to seek solitude when you were upset. It only made sense that you would go to your special place at a time like this. She pressed her ear to the door and hears muffled sobs that she recognizes as yours. 

The wooden door squeaked open as Robin pushed it. Almost immediately, the sobs that she heard from outside the door ceased. Her feet are on autopilot as she speed walked to your corner of the library, between the Romance and Dystopian shelves. Sure enough, there you were sitting on the carpeted floor with your back pressed against one of the shelves and your knees to your chest. She said your name softly, tenderly as she takes a seat on the floor against the shelf adjacent to the one you were sitting against. 

You peeked one eye out at the sound of her voice. You were almost positive that Nancy would be the one to hunt you down. You didn’t think Robin would even notice that you were even missing from the gym, yet here she was. 

“Hi,” You squeaked pathetically, wincing at the sound of your own voice. You lifted your head up completely

Robin’s face softened at the sight and sound of you. It was obvious that she took pity on you in your current state. You only hoped that she didn’t know the real reason for the state you were in. 

“How are you doing, y/n/n?” 

You laughed incredulously at her question, “I’ve been better. I actually think I’m gonna call Steve to take me home. I knew I shouldn’t have come.” 

“What? No. You shouldn’t let her ruin your night like that, y/n. Stay.”

“Huh? Let who ruin my night?”

“Your date. Nancy? She upset you. That's why you ran off, right? I don’t know why you didn’t tell me you were seeing her. I’d be the last person to judge, y/n you know this. Although, right now I want to smash her stupid-” 

“Robin!” You stopped her, “Nancy wasn't my date! We’re just friends.” 

“But I saw you dancing together before you ran off.”

“She saw that I was alone and upset and she asked me to dance.” You shrugged. 

“Then why did you run away from her?” 

You swallowed the lump in her throat and averted her gaze. 

“I saw something that I didn’t want to see, is all,” You started to push yourself off the floor, partly to search for a phone, and partly to remove yourself from the situation before you started to cry again, “Like I said, I’m just gonna go call Steve. You should go back to Vickie though, really.” 

Robin lightly grabbed your arm and pulled you back down, “That doesn’t seem like the whole truth, y/n.” “I’m your best friend, please tell me what’s wrong.” 

You searched her ocean blue eyes that you loved so much, imploring her with your own to drop the matter and let you get out of there, but her expectant look only hardened. You weighed your options and decided that your prom night couldn't get any worse. Telling her now would be the best option, like ripping a band-aid off. If it went south, like you suspected it would, Steve would be waiting for you with some comfort, snacks, and movies to marathon. 

You took a breath, wiping a single tear that escaped with the back of your hand, “I ran out of the gym because I saw you and Vickie dancing together and you looked so happy. I just wish that you were that happy with me,” You looked away from her, twirling the tulle from the skirt of your dress around a single finger as more tears fell, “It’s so stupid because I know that you’ve liked Vickie forever and I should be excited for you, and I am. I love seeing you so happy, I just- I’ve wanted you to notice me since we met, but there were always other girls. So… this whole fake dating thing was torture because I knew that it was all for her… but pretending you were mine, even just for a few days, was a taste of what I’ve been wishing for since we met,” A beat of silence passed between the two of you, “I’d completely understand if you don’t want to hang out with me anymore.”

You looked up and risked a glance at her. She was silently staring at you, her mouth slightly agape. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, starting to say something, but stopped herself each time. 

When you couldn't stand the silence anymore, you started to stand up, shaking your head, “Anyway, I’m just gonna go track down a pay phone and call Steve.” 

“Wait!” Robin exclaimed, reaching out for you, “Don’t go, please. I just- I’m processing.” 

You settle back down, leaning your back against the bookshelf once again. 

“I-I like you too.” 

Your eyes shot up to meet hers and a surprised expression colored your features. 

“Not for quite as long as you’ve liked me, but…” She trailed off, “This past week has shown me that I don’t need Vickie or Tammy or anyone else when I have an amazing girl right in front of me. I wanted to ask you to prom, but then Vickie asked me right in front of you a-and I wasn’t even sure that you liked me back���” She paused, reaching out to take your hands into her’s, her eyes pouring into yours, “I wish I had asked you, though.” 

Your heart softened at her words. You almost didn’t believe this was happening, that you’d wake up to the sound of your alarm clock in a few minutes and this would all have been a dream.

“Me too,” You squeezed her hand and offered a lovesick smile, “I would have said yes in a heartbeat.” 

Robin thought for a minute as she absentmindedly rubbed her thumbs over your knuckles, “Then be my date for the rest of the night.” 

“But what about Vickie?”

You were right. It would be cruel of Robin to ditch Vickie and start dancing with you right in front of her. ro

“Suddenly, I’m not feeling well.” Robin mused, pulling away from your hand so she can scratch at her chin in mock thoughtfulness, “I think the only cure is to rent a few tapes and eat an ungodly amount of junk food with a pretty girl.” 

You blushed at the thought of it, “But what about your prom?” 

“I’d rather be with the girl of my dreams at home, making fun of a dumb slasher movie and stuffing our faces with Skittles in our pajamas than be here with blinding lights and awkward teenagers in a stuffy suit.” 

“I’ll go call Steve, then.” 

After you made a quick call to Steve and Robin told Vickie that she was headed home because she was “feeling a little sick,” you and Robin took a seat on a bench outside of the school to wait on his arrival. You passed the time with easy conversation and Robin’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. She wrapped her suit jacket around your frame when you started to shiver and you thought you were in heaven. When Steve finally pulled up, you walked to his car hand in hand and filed into the back seat. 

“Finally!” Steve yelled as he turned around to look at you and Robin holding hands and sitting much closer than you usually would, “Now I don’t need to hear about your insufferable crushes on each other anymore.” 

Both of your heads snapped up to look at him, your eyes wide, “You knew?” You asked in unison. 

He only shrugged before pulling out of the Hawkins High parking lot. 

****

After a light scolding from you and Robin, Steve took you to the nearest convenience store to pick up snacks for your date. He also offered to open up Family Video so you could rent a few tapes, but Robin’s personal movie collection rivaled the video store’s, so there were more than enough options at her house. 

“I really am happy for you both,” Steve said sincerely as you gathered your things and exited his car. 

Robin joined you on the curb and her hand quickly found yours. You stepped forward and gave him a one-armed hug through the open window. 

“We love you too, dingus.” You smile at him as you pull away from the hug, with Robin tugging on your arm like an impatient child. You waved at him as he drove off, shaking your head at Robin’s antics as you let her pull you into her house and up to her room. 

After getting changed into one of Robin’s sleep shirts, you’re seated on her bed surrounded by all the candy and junk food that you could ever imagine as she sifted through her VHS collection and rambled about her favorites. After finally settling on Desert Hearts, she climbs into bed and pulls you into her side, your head finding a home on her chest as the opening credits of the movie start to play. You smile to yourself as you grab the bag of Skittles and pick all of Robin’s favorite colors out to silently place them into her waiting hand before popping a handful into your own mouth. You’ve had many nights like this, just you and Robin, covered by the darkness of her room and faces illuminated by whatever movie is playing on her TV screen, silently passing candy and chips back and forth, and occasionally listening to Robin’s fun facts about the making of the movie that is playing. It's a comfortable familiarity with the added excitement of your head on her chest, her arm around your shoulders, and the knowledge that she likes you just as much as you like her. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Not an extravagant prom ask, or a declaration of love for all of your classmates to hear, just a quiet night pressed against her with the promise of the future in the air. You couldn’t help but think that this was worth the wait. Robin Buckley was worth the wait.

[clairecrive]

Hi could we please get a really angsty fic with nikolai (with a happy ending pls) where reader and he has had a fight so they maintain the facade on the outside bc they're royals but in private it's just ignoring each other/angst?

Young Royals

A/N: ahh, this is angsty alright but it seems I'm only capable of writing hurt/comfort lately. This took a life of its own and it's long af but I hope you like it anyway x

Warnings: miscommunication, angst, fighting, hurt/comfort, Nikolai is a bit absent, you're a bit jealous of his relationship with Zoya

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"Do not put words into my mouth, Nikolai."

"Please, you already have so many, my love," he scoffed and the use of the term of endearment hurt the most.

"You're making me sound like a brat while I'm providing you with a viable solution," you insisted with a flare of your hands, frustrated by his unwillingness to listen to you.

"No, you're not. What you're doing is being childish."

"I'm your queen, Nikolai. I'm only asking to be more involved."

"You're my wife, y/n, and you know nothing about politics or running a country." He retired, putting emphasis on wife. This felt a lot like being put into place. And the fact that it was your husband doing so, hurt. It was also the most you had seen him this week.

"Neither did Zoya, nor Genya or anyone who's currently running the country."

"That's different and you know it."

"Only because you're making it so," you exclaimed finally exploding. His despondency got on your nerves and this conversation was going nowhere anyway.

Surprised by your raise of voice, Nikolai stood before you just blinking at you.

Sighing, you took a step toward him, holding your hands up, "look, you're right, I don't know about running a country but teach me. I'm not stupid, I'll pick it up."

"Why are you insisting so much? You've never shown any interest in politics before." He gave you a puzzled look like he didn't really believe your intentions.

"I've never wanted to be queen before." before meeting you.

"Ah, I see," he chuckled mirthlessly, "I put you in this situation and now you're taking your revenge."

To insinuate that your marriage with him was you "being put into a situation" rather than a consensual decision you had made out of love was absurd.

Nikolai was right. You had never cared about politics or diplomacy before meeting him. You were a soldier. There was no reason for you to meddle with something that didn't concern you.

But now you were queen and you felt a responsibility towards your people. You wanted to help but so far, Nikolai hadn't allowed you to take part in any meetings. He said that anyone who needed to be there was already involved. What he didn't tell you was that while Grisha made excellent soldiers and even good councillors, one of them being a royal was a very different matter.

He had indulged his love for you by marrying you. You were his vice and he simply couldn't accept the idea of being without you anymore. He had married you, consequently making you queen, going against what his advisors told him.

While he ignored his warnings he was painfully aware, however, how difficult it was going to be for a Grisha on the throne. It was the first time something liked this had ever happened and unfortunately, the country was filled with people who resented Grisha for their powers.

Nikolai feared that the people were never going to accept you. Hence why he'd been keeping you secluded in the palace.

To be fair, you were doing a wonderful job. Like he had pointed out, you were not accustomed to politics but you made up for that with empathy and kindness. You started to interest yourself with the problem of poverty and lack of provisions for some parts of the country.

And while no one was aware of it, Nikolai often turned to you for military strategy. You were an apt soldier and had fought bravely alongside him and everyone else in the battle of the Fold. You were the very reason why he was still alive, to be honest.

While this arrangement worked for the first months of your reign, it was starting to feel an inadequate effort. You needed to do more, you wanted to do more. You didn't expect Nikolai to oppose it so vehemently.

"If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't be, Nikolai, you'd do well to remember it," you pointed out coldly, straightening your spine.

"Since you seem so adverse at spending time with me or including me in important matters, I'll find someone else who will." And with that, chin held high, you walked out of the room.

You missed him. It felt absurd to say this but you missed your husband. He was always busy with meetings or official visits to some noble across the country. For most of them, he went alone or with Zoya.

You knew that she was his first in command but you couldn't help but be bothered by it. It was one thing to accept the fact that he hadn't given the role to you "because the queen cannot have that role as well", it was a whole other thing to accept the fact that another woman spent more time with your husband than you did.

Countless were the fights you had with him in this regard. But they were pointless. Nikolai was still set on not bringing you and he and Zoya were always found together.

You didn't know what hurt more. The blow at your pride for being denied a position you deserved because of who you loved, the jealousy or being punished for your identity.

One thing was sure though, it was getting too much. At first, you pulled thought for Nikolai but now that you didn't have him anymore, your efforts seemed to be in vain.

So, like you had told Nikolai, you looked for someone who was willing to teach you. You wanted to help and if Nikolai wasn't going to let you here at the palace, then you'd find somewhere else.

Count Kirigin had always been nice to you and he was a very generous host. You knew that he played a central role in Nikolai's plan so you thought that there was no one better than him.

You reached out to him, wrote him a letter in which you showed interest in his activity and asked him if he was willing to show you. Of course, anything that came from the queen or the king couldn't be denied but you knew that the Count truly enjoyed your company. If your position didn't put so much higher than everybody else, you'd even consider him a friend.

You waited for his reply before putting in motion the preparations for your departure.

In the meantime, you and Nikolai kept conducting your separate lives. Usually, you'd only see him at night when he returned to your chambers if you were still up. Now, you had decided to sleep in separate rooms too.

If he wanted a wife, then a wife he'd get. But kings and queens do not sleep together.

If the new arrangement was bothering him, you didn't know. He hadn't reached out to you nor made any move to rectify your decision.

Turns out that he wasn't even at the Palace. He had left for a mission near the border with Shu Han and wouldn't be back for at least a week. Well, then. Of course, he didn't even bother with telling you. Not even a small note.

Jokes on him though, you thought, since when he was going to come back, he'd finally get what he wanted. You weren't going to be there to bother him anymore.

Differently from him though, you did indeed left him a note. Nikolai found it a week after you had set it on his pillow. Its presence made him furrow his eyebrows since he had already been wondering where you were. You usually came out to meet him at the gates whenever he'd come back from a mission and even though you had fought before he went away, you weren't one for holding grudges. So e guessed there was something holding you.

Unfolding the paper he was met with your familiar chaotic writing.

"I don't know when you're going to find this letter but if I'm not there yet it means that I'm still at Count Kirigin's. Do not bother with writing or visiting, I'll come back when my business with him is done.

Y/n"

What in the name of every sweet loving saint???

The letter wasn't dated, no dear, no yours no nothing. Fuck. You were still mad or worse, hurt.

Asking one of the servants, he learned that you had been away for a week already. But what business could you possibly have with the Count??

Nikolai had nothing against him. Seeing Kirigin get all flustered as he tried to flirt with Zoya amused him to no end but the idea of him and you in the same house? Alone?? Unacceptable.

Not even bothering to change clothes after his long journey, Nikolai headed to the stables to ask for a well-rested horse. Luckily, Count Kirigin's estate was not too far away. A couple of hours ride.

Turns out that the Count had a lot to teach. Despite his aloof reputation and extravagant clothes, he was very observant. He lacked ambition, which was why Nikolai trusted him and had a curious way of behaving in social situations.

But Emil had been born and raised in high society. He knew how things were run even if he had no desire to be in charge of them.

So far, you'd be having a wonderful time. Emil was a wonderful host, as you remembered, but without Nikolai's presence, he was even more extravagant. He had an unexpectedly dry sense of humour and a never-ending list of jokes.

Being in the open and in the company of someone who saw y/n instead of the Queen of Ravka proved to be even more needed than you thought. You felt reinvigorated and much lighter than you'd ever been.

You had also been learning a lot. Emil had been teaching you about diplomacy. About the best ways of formulating a sentence so that you wouldn't offend anyone but still get what you wanted. He had also been talking to you about your husband's ministers. About their weaknesses and vices and what was the best way to approach them to get what you wanted.

So far, it was proving to be a wonderful decision to come here.

Whenever your mind strayed on Nikolai, you willed it to focus on something else. You didn't know if he had already come home or seen the letter. A part of you thought that if he had, he would at least write one back. But the thought felt a lot like hope and seeing as how little he saw you even before you left, you didn't think it safe to harbour it.

When Nikolai reached the estate, he was met with Kirigin's servants. They welcomed him inside and profusely apologised for the Count's absence. They told him that at this time of the day, Kirigin and his guest would usually go out on a ride but that they were also about to return.

So Nikolai waited, sitting in the most comfortable chair the Count owned, fuming at the thought that his wife had felt the need to go away and be in the company of another man.

"If I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be Nikolai. You'd do well to remember it."

Your words haunted him. They were the last thing that you told him. How stupid had he been to let you walk away. How utterly careless of him to disregard you like that.

He had promised himself to truly talk to you about it once this pressing matter of state was taken care of. Apparently, he had waited too long.

But Nikolai knew that the problem was at the source. He noticed how hurt you had been when he made Zoya his first in command. Or how sad you seemed everywhere he went somewhere with her and didn't ask you to join.

He was doing so to protect you from the inevitable slander you'd be met with. He should have known though that putting you aside was going to be even worse. You were a fighter just as much as Zoya was, if not stronger.

She hid behind her veil of indifference and superiority while you had never lost that emphatic verve that made everyone love you so much. In his attempt to make you safe, he had only managed to hurt you.

You were a warrior. You had accepted the role of queen only because it was the only way for you to be with Nikolai. And instead of praising you by making you a warrior queen, he had decided to hide you away.

Well, no more.

If his mistakes had not ruined everything already, he was going to make everything better.

Lost in his musing, he didn't hear the sound of hooves approaching but he did indeed hear your laugh. It immediately brought him back to the present and a wave of ugly jealousy hit him.

He couldn't remember the last time he made you laugh.

"I shouldn't even laugh Emil, the joke was terrible," Nikolai hear you giggling from somewhere in the hall. So now he was Emil, huh.

"You know you can't resist my charm, your highness," Emil replied and Nikolai had to call on every bit of his self-control to not barge out of the room and punch him.

"Stop it, you know you can call me y/n."

Before Emil could reply, they had both made it to the sitting room where Nikolai was waiting for them. It looked like no one had warned them of his presence because Kirigin looked surprised then utterly mortified.

"Your majesty, I wasn't aware you were here. Please forgive me for making you wait."

"Don't fret Kirigin, it was an impromptu visit. I came to see how my lovely wife was doing." No matter how green he was feeling right now, he knew that Kirigin was loyal to him and the crown. Whatever was happening here wasn't one of his schemes.

"Of course! I'm going to send for some tea while you two get reunited." Kirigin quickly bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Nikolai met your eyes for the first time since you had arrived. If at first, you were surprised to see him, now you couldn't help but be a bit sceptical about this visit.

"What are you doing here?" you asked breaking the ice.

"You leave with only a few lines on where you're going and you expect me to just accept it?" He scoffed, his hands curling on the armrests of the chair.

"It's more than what you gave me," you quipped, crossing your arms on your chest.

Nikolai sighed while his gloved hands run through his hair. You were right and he knew it. He had been a horrible husband lately.

"I know you're mad at me, honey, but listen-"

"I'm not mad. You didn't want to give me what I wanted so I went looking for it somewhere else." Scrolling your shoulders, you interrupted him without meeting his eyes. A list of excuses was not what you wanted nor what you needed from him.

Nikolai didn't miss the innuendo. His jaw clenched, his hands closed in fists. But he willed himself to stay calm.

"You think Kirigin can give you something that I can't?" Nikolai was a master in diplomacy. Never did he get frustrated or angry or raised his voice, even with the most aggravating people. Here though, with you, he didn't have to keep a façade. He spoke through his teeth barely containing his anger.

"Well, so far, he's been giving me attention and interesting pointers that no, Nikolai, you refused to give me."

"So this is how you solve your problems? Running away in the countryside with Emil?" Nikolai sneered, his tone souring around Kirigin's name.

"Don't you do the same with your precious first in command?" Tired after your ride with Emil, you plopped down on the chair in front of Nikolai's. Completely ignoring his tone, you pointed out calmly. The perfect image of aloofness even when it was the last thing you were in this moment.

"That's different," he snapped trying to meet your eyes that were carefully analyzing your hands.

"Yes," you signed, "it seems that when I'm concerned everything is different."

"There's nothing between me and Zoya, y/n and you know it." Nikolai was getting more frustrated by the second. He came here to apologize, to make things right and so far, the conversation was going in the opposite directions.

"Maybe now, but you spend more time with her than you do with me. It's only a matter of time before it happens and you're sorely mistaken if you think I'll just stand by and watch."

"This is not about Zoya," he insisted but so far, he wasn't getting the reaction out of you he wanted. You seemed... resigned at the situation. And that worried Nikolai to no end.

"It never is."

"Why did you run away?" Opting for a more direct approach, he bit the bullet and went straight to the point.

"I did not run away," you scoffed in contempt at his choice of words, "I told you I wanted to do more and Emil is teaching me. Not everyone is so against spending time with me, you know." You shot him a glance.

It was the first time that you had looked at him since you had been left alone.

"I married you, y/n. How can you possibly believe I don't want to spend time with you?" As desperation slipped through his words, Nikolai leaned towards you in his seat. As if he couldn't bear the distance between you anymore. But you knew it wasn't that. You and he had been distant for months now.

"Because that's what's happening, Nikolai," you clipped back and Nikolai had to refrain from wincing at your tone.

"It's not intentional, my love, I've just been busy." His tone softened. It was a poor excuse of an apology but it was sadly the truth.

"But when I say that I want to join or help you with it you strongly oppose?" Again, there was that suspicious implication in your words that Nikolai just couldn't stand. To think that you believed he'd ever cheat on you with another woman when he had done so much, taken so many risks, to be with you.

"It's not what you think, y/n." He insisted again but immediately realized he had said the wrong thing when he saw you leaning back into your chair shaking your head.

"I don't think anything, anymore. Do whatever you want. You do your thing and I'll do mine. I won't be a bother to you anymore." Holding up your hands, you gestured as you spoke.

A beat. Nikolai froze in his seat at what you were suggesting.

"You're never a bother to me. Never." He leaned even forwards in his chair, basically only propping on it now. The desperation was now clear in his voice. He reached out to you to try and take hold of your hands but you were too distant.

"I love you more than anything in this world and if you think that I'm going to let you go without a fight, you're sorely mistaken." The steel determination of his words caught you off guard. Nikolai was strong-headed, you knew that better than anyone else, but it had been a long while since that determination had been directed to you.

"You already did." It was barely a whisper. The sad truth about your reality, the downfall of your relationship. The wavering of your voice, the pain in your eyes were enough to tip Nikolai off the edge.

"Milaya, please."He fell onto his knees in front of you. Leaning forward he reached for your hands that he could now hold. "I'm sorry. I put you in a difficult position when I married you and I tried my best to protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Nikolai, especially if it's by pushing me away."

"I was keeping you away from danger and I know that you're strong and capable but I hate to think of you as the object of public slander." His eyes darted between yours, frantic, desperate to make you understand.

"I'm Grisha, Nikolai. It's nothing new to me," you pointed out but then it hit you.

"By difficult position, you meant a Grisha Queen, didn't you?" Your eyes hardened at the implications, your hands going slack in his hold. You would have pulled them away if Nikolai didn't tighten his hold.

"Please, do not think I'm regretting my choice or I think you're not worthy of the title because that's not true." Pulling your hands, he tried to get you closer to him. "I fear that there will be repercussions among the people." And there it was, at last, the truth.

"And among your ministers," you added remembering Emil's lessons on the people at court and their role.

You scoffed when he stayed silent. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing, my love."

"So Zoya can handle it and I can't?"

"For the millionth time," he groaned, "I don't care about Zoya."

"I only care about you and I know you can handle it. I just didn't want you to. You deserve happiness and peaceful life and I know it's impossible to have in this saints' forsaken country but I can at least try." His eyes lowered in shame and his confession sent a pang through your heart. You took a moment to take in what he said.

Never had you thought about the possibility of Nikolai's distance was a form of protection. You were a soldier of the Second Army, after all. But being a queen, especially a Grisha one, was a delicate thing.

It was the first time in history that something like this happened. Nikolai's worries were not unfounded since even after the destruction of the Fold, anti-Grisha movements were spreading fast.

It was sad to see the General's attempt of assuring safety for Grisha, provoking exactly the opposite thing.

"Oh, Kolya," returning his grip, you leaned towards him, "I just want a life with you by my side."

"As do I. I want you always and forever but above all, I want you safe. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, you know it right?"

"I just ask that you tell me the truth and let me play the role I've been given."

"It's not going to be easy. People at court-"

"I know. That's why I'm here. Emil's been teaching."

"Well, no more. I'm going to take care of it from now on."

"Is this a promise or a threat?"

"Rest assured my love, the difference between the two is almost nonexistent." He flashed you a smirk and you couldn't help but smile at him. Here it was, your beloved Nikolai.

"Things are going to change, aren't they?" you murmured softly as he gently rested his forehead against yours.

"We're going to show everyone what a "power couple" is." Here was his promise. Sealed with the gentlest nudging of his nose to yours. The action made you smile and your heart soar. You missed these little moments of intimacy with him.

One of his hands came to cradle your face as the other kept hold of your left hand. Your rings softly clicked as they touched. A form of reassurance.

"I love you, y/n."

"And I you, Kolya."

You were completely lost in your little bubble, even more so when Nikolai's lips finally met yours, that you had forgotten where you were. And that there was an embarrassed Kirigin outside the door waiting for the right moment to come in with tea.

[444tsumu]

title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that. 

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

                             © 444TSUMU 2021

[is-very-sad]

Obey Me crossover pt2

Warnings: demons behaving like demons; including murder, sadism, implied human eating, implied mass death, some black humor bc I love these horribly sinful bois and can't resist having some fun with this~ I also call Asmodeus a twink affectionately- no insult intended Word count: 1,403

Beidou and her crew were traveling when they saw a great beast unlike anything before. She ran to the bow to inspect the thing, it must've been longer than islands! She has no idea. She was about to call her crew to arms when she spotted you, along with six others on the creature's head and back. You lay comfortably in coral like horns that were longer than her ship was large in any direction.

Beidou gaped in awe. She's been at sea for weeks. She was still pure. She hadn't been pulled into mob mentality like the rest of Teyvat. And now she sees you so comfortably riding on a creature of such legendary size?

She knows. You're the Creator. You couldn't be anyone else. She and her crew collectively fall to their knees and cling to the rigging for support. No one speaks as you glance at them. Bediou's heart skips a beat when you smile at her, filled with unspoken thanks. At least you could spare her.

The ship and her crew watch in awe as a massive, yet still smaller seven headed creature follows in the wake of your party, and then countless smaller things. Men and women with the tails of fish, teeth and nails a little too sharp. Strange creatures, massive shark like beings, and possibly more, under the waves.

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Ships sink in droves as the naval army spreads to surround Inazuma. You look upon the city as you remember how you were nearly drowned at the hands of the Shogun's guards. You contemplate how you want to do this. As you and six others step onto the docks; The Leviathan and his forces move to patrol around the helpless island city.

"Satan, Asmodeus." The two look to you eagerly. You simply point at the Shogun's palace. "Don't bother holding back." Asmo cackles - somehow daintily- as he stretches his four small wings and flies easily in the given direction. Satan has no wings, but he takes the opportunity to sightsee.

And by sightsee you mean he immediately begins eviscerating the samurai that are in the way. The poor creatures almost emit pity from you, they can't even move fast enough to keep eyes on Satan as he lunges between targets.

"Beelzebub, Belphegor…" You think for a moment. A dry grin. "Go have fun. Find someone tasty." Beelzebub immediately moves to find his share of the coming feast. Belphegor lazily follows, casually breaking anyone that gets close enough.

You decide you'd like a view. "Mammon, would you fly me higher?" Mammon does so, because he is a simp. Lucifer figures the lack of orders means you trust him to do something useful with himself. He figures he'll go to the left of the harbor, none of his brothers have gone that way. Maybe he'll find something interesting. Shall he use his claws, or just crush the foe?

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Kokomi runs through her base as screams echo across the walls. She arrives at the center to find a horned man holding a trident of coral. A massive tail snaps one of her people's neck as he faces her. Venom drips from serpentine fangs. She shivers as he hisses.

She readies her catalyst, Levi walks towards her slowly. She sends a wave of hydro, it bounces off the demon in front of her. She stares blankly before a tail fractures her wrist. She cries in pain. Desperate attacks yield no results, the creature before her drags her towards him.

"Y/n." She freezes. "H-how do you know the Creator's true name?" Levi grins, fangs glinting. "[First] [middle] [last]." Kokomi had no way of knowing if that was the true full name of her God. But something about his confidence strangled her heart.

"No…" She began crying. Levi's grin grows tenfold as she understands who she sent away in their time of need. Levi thinks on how they once gushed about her. How sweet and cute they thought she was. His envy rises. He has time.. "You were a favorite, you know." Kokomi flinches, both from the guilt and the tail harshly tugging her broken wrist forward. "They thought you were so kind.. A shame they'll never make that mistake again." Crying turns to full sobbing. Gorou stumbles as Levi's eyes snap to him, freezing him in fear before he could even attempt something.

Y/n liked him too. Wonderful, now he can break both of them.

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In a courtyard; perhaps a garden, Ei and Sara stand back to back anxiously. They couldn't even see them move beyond a blur. It was seconds between their crashing through the walls and the deaths of every general or soldier in their way.

The Shogun levels her pole arm at a blood drenched blond, eyes slitted and deranged as his smile. Green fire burns from cracks in his skin as tar drips from bloody talons. Despite her composure, she feels the slightest shake in her limbs.

Sara struggles to stay calm as the bloody twink in front of her vividly describes with glee how he might kill her. His scorpion tail practically wags as he seems to shiver in excitement.

Satan loses patience as his hand crushes the spot Ei was in seconds before. Sara leaps to the side as this seems to spur her opponent into action, delighted laughs chilling her blood as talons reach for her.

The exchange between the Shogun and y/n's Wrath doesn't last for more than ten seconds before lightning cracks to her pole arm, purple energies lashing towards the demon that dared stand before the electro archon. She looks in contempt at the hole he was thrown through.

And then her heart nearly stops at the unholy howl that pierces the air. It was barely even two seconds before a hulking thing charged back through the wall. Black skin and exposed rib bones, a unicorn skull with a green mane of hate made manifest. Useless wings hang limp as a skeletal tail sharper than any blade rips through the building it came through. Tar stained hooves and tar crack the ground.

Her mind nearly breaks there, archon status barely giving her mind enough strength to stay itself. That doesn't change that she screams in true panic as it breathes hellfire, nor does it change that she barely dodged in the first place. Sara screams in the background somewhere, her mind not nearly strong enough to survive such a sight. A second scream rings out when Asmodeus catches her during her moment of distraction.

For an impressive minute, Ei manages to stay in front of the relentless assault of Wrath made flesh. Alas, she forgets the tail. Ironically, Satan also did. The tail swings with a mind of its own as Ei performs a graceful jump over tar stained talons. Graceful until the tail cleanly cuts her arm off diagonally at the shoulder. She collides harshly to the ground, shock filling her as she notices her lack of a left arm. She fails to break out of her confusion before two hands the size of her body grasp into fists and crush her to a crumpled mess of blood and shattered bone. Somewhere in the background Asmo laughs as Sara screams. Seems he decided to utilize his poison. She dies slower than her shogun.

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Belphegor lazily follows Beel's path of hungry destruction. He isn't covered in blood, but he's certainly not clean. Only a handful on this side have managed to get past Beel long enough to meet him. A store catches his eye. Those blankets look comfortable, would y/n like them?    He sidesteps, a sword where his back was. Ayaka stands before him, though he doesn't know her name. Her eyes show confusion, how did he know she was there? Belphegor chuckles airily. "You've never seen a true demon, have you?"     Her eyes narrow, "So you're demons? Seems appropriate." She straightens into a combat stance."You still won't prevail, enemies of Ina-"    Belphegor grows tired of her and grabs her throat in a vice grip with his tail. He tilts his head with a grin as she struggles. He's always fascinated by the faces people make as they struggle to breathe.    It's fortunate she's dead by the time Beelzebub doubles back in search of his twin.

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From Mammon's you watch in satisfaction as Inazuma burns in a dazzling mix of pink, green, and blue fire.

Beel and Belphie later gift you some snacks and blankets they stole from local establishments. The dango was wonderful. A more than mildly deranged Satan gives you Ei's head. To everyone else's surprise you thank him enthusiastically. You'll have Beel chew off the meat on the way to Liyue, then add it to your bone collection back home.

Satan's form is from here, it is not my making

Sorry in advance for how I handle the brothers, I don't know alot about genshin characters so I had trouble finding a way to give every brother a little bit of action each.

[woahajimes]

the batfamily is stupid as hell and they're self isolating because SOMEBODY got covid (steph) and then SOMEBODY (cass-- who also has covid bc uh stephcass) sneezed on tim who drank from jason's cup without knowing it was jason's cup and anyways everyone in the manor got covid so ✨self isolation for 2 weeks✨

ANYHOW they were all bored out of their minds and jason was about to throw damian out the window bc siblings right

SO BASICALLY cass came up with the big brain idea of a competition (prize being complete immunization of sibling interaction UNLESS they ask for it-- eg. "hey can you open this for me")

teams were made (just two people per team-- duke/damian, jason/cass, steph/harper, dick/tim)

there were "rounds" and these consisted of

round 1: person a has to feed person b a whole jar of peanut butter and they could switch places ONCE (team to finish last was disqualified)

round 2: they had to recreate this picture and had ten minutes to do so, at the end every team compared pictures and alfred decided whose was the worst and that team was out

round 3: they had to run five laps around the manor with their team member on their back, first person to get through the finish line (for the fifth time, there was a picture taken each time they crossed it) won.

simple, right?

WELL NO

first round basically went like this:

jason: NO FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID PEANUT BUTTER cass: jason: okay okay ill go first

tim went first, harper went first, and duke went first (duke didn't want to go first but he lost to rock paper scissors so)

tim puked in the first two minutes but alfred had forgotten to clarify that if you puke you're out so basically he kept eating

cass and jason were the first ones to switch

dick and tim switched immediately after (they were waiting for someone else to switch)

steph and harper fucking DIED

"im never eating peanut butter after this"

"by GOD EAT FASTER ITS NOT EVEN A SOLID"

"CAN YOU NOT SHOVE THAT SPOON DOWN MY THROAT"

"IM NOT GOING TO LOSE IN THE FIRST ROUND FUCK YOU"

duke and damian finished first and when ppl asked how (they're the youngest ones, people were sure they couldn't handle it) damian was like "i simply moved all my internal organs to the side" and duke was like "tf you literally ate two spoons and a half"

STEPH AND HARPER LOST and tim laughed (his team got to the next round by literally a second) so harper and steph both threw him the containers and spoons

second round:

tim thought he had a big brain for calling dibs on being on the pool mat but nOOO (duke was on the pool mat, damian was the lightest so yeah--- jason was on the pool mat solely because cass called dibs on jumping and crushing him-- imagine all the chaos)

literally they(jason/cass) took 14 pictures total and all of them were fucked up because of jason (his hands weren’t in the right place, both his legs were picked up)

duke and damian couldn’t do it skjdfhskfh they were D Y I N G (every two minutes you heard a really loud scream/groan with a sudden splat and yeah)

steph and harper had never laughed harder

cass was so done with jason she literally shoved him off the pool mat

tim was literally dead they had taken the shot around 20 times and none of them looked good it was horrible (dick didnt even apologize for crushing tim 90934757894 times -- not every shot was decent so they deleted around 40)

when the timer went off, alfred carefully took all the phones (jason’s phone was somehow at the bottom of the pool and jason was tired(tm) so he asked cass to get the phone pls and cass just got in the pool and shoved the pool mat over (and then got out)

after around 20 minutes of alfred going through the pictures, he decided that the best ones were dick and tim’s (how i have zero idea but)

and then the worst ones were duke and damian’s (so jason and cass made it to the third round)

cass asked alfred why theirs weren’t the best, and alfred said “well master jason’s arm looks very off and he looks genuinely scared” and cass was like “GODDAMNIT JASON” and lost her shit 

LAST ROUND: 

so they did think this through and basically cass on jason’s back and tim on dick’s back

jason: HA! YOU’RE NOT FASTER THAN I AM! dick: i don’t need to be??? you’ve got CASS on your back. you know what that means? jason: .... you wouldn’t.. tim, on dick’s back: *snorts* YEAH OKAY

cass: what are they talking about?  jason: NO NOTHING jason: you might want earbuds or something to like... block the sounds... they’re gonna be wanting to distract you cass: yeah well. I’m not distracted easily

the timer goes off, tim on dick’s back, and they’re pretty even for the first two laps, but then tim’s shoe falls off and tim’s like “WAIT MY SHOE” and dick goes “WHAT THE FUCK” 

and tim is like “whoa youre right KEEP RUNNING” 

cass on jason’s back: HEY STEPH CAN YOU PASS ME THE PRETZELS

update: cass does get pretzels and gives jason a few  jason: CASS THATS MY NOSE cass: OH OOPS LOL

dick: tim i think its time to pull out our secret weapon tim: yeah you’re right tim: tim: HEY CASS *starts humming to ‘levitating’ by dua lipa* tim: 🎶 if you wanna run away with me-  🎶

jason: NO  jason: NOOO CASS COVER YOUR EARS DONT LISTEN TO THEM cass:  🎶 IF YOU WANNA RUN AWAY WITH ME I KNOW A GALAXY WHERE I COULD TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE  🎶

(you may ask how this distracts jason but it just DOES)

dick takes this as a head start and runs faster (theyre on their third lap now- both)

tim gets a bit too excited and leans too much and makes them both fall over (they were abt half a lap ahead)

tim: GET UP GET UP dick: THIS IS YOUR FAULT TF YOU MEAN 

cass:  🎶 YOU WANT ME  🎶 jason:  🎶 I WANT YOU BABY  🎶  *runs past them*  dick: HOW jason: JUST DONT FIGHT IT 

karma’s a bitch (and dick paid steph) and jason slipped, causing them to fall almost the exact way that tim and dick fell

dick and tim have now caught up to them, as jason and cass pick themselves up

jason: we should switch cass: yeah alright do you want me to momentarily kill you so we can distract the others and then you wake up and we run jason: ...no cass:  jason: ... maybe

*two seconds later*

cass: HE’S DEAD! MY POOR BROTHER HE’S DEAD! steph: YEAH WE KNOW YOU MOMENTARILY KILLED HIM GET UP cass: ok jason lets go stand up 

they keep going and dick stops for a second (theyre ahead)  dick: hey its your turn now tim:  dick: yeah i know you cant cmon climb on

COMEPLETE HEADCANON jason and cass won anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk