#but there are a few of you here that i know are interested in this story as well. and i really enjoy sharing it with you (you're basically

[creatingblackcharacters]

Are there any special considerations to make with black characters who are autistic? Cause I've just gone with basing their experience of autism off my own even though I'm white. Operating on a different body language, accent being quite different from other black folks, not caring about "fitting in" and having a very strong sense of right & wrong. As well as having their special interests and issues with various sensory related things.

That is a lesson I have cooking up!

Well, just as everything else with Black people and characters, it might not manifest differently than white people, but it's going to be treated differently. Everything I've discussed up to this point in all my lessons is gonna apply. I hate to say this, but society doesn't care if you're Black and autistic (or have any other mental or developmental health issues) because it's already judging you for the Blackness.

You don't have issues sitting still, you have a bad attitude. You don't have ADHD, you have ODD. You don't have a... what do they call it here, a hyperfixation, you're just "very passionate". My Uncle (rip🙏🏾) was visibly autistic, from the stimming to the echolalia to all the rest of his patterns, and people that didn't know him still saw him as a 6'2 large fat scary threatening Black man.

Hell, they barely consider women with autism, and they CERTAINLY don't consider Black women and girls with autism. I've known a few of us, and we usually get the "mean uppity bitch" stigma because no one cares that you might be overstimulated or anxious, or that you are really devoted to a pattern that you see, or that you're trying to express yourself with clear, assertive language, they just think you're being aggressive and hurting their feelings (which is what they expect from Black women).

Point is, we don't "look" autistic, and that's why it doesn't get treated the same, because what does it look like, then? 👀 The same behaviors indicative of autism in me might be the same as in you. Now, when it comes to being Black and autistic, I also think it's important to recognize that a lot of us don't get diagnosed, because of aforementioned things.

My family was far more aware of autism and how to deal with it (at least, for the visibly autistic children, the rest of us had to hack it), but I can't give you a generalized experience. I would suggest researching stories of Black families with autistic children, as well as Black autistic experiences to better buffer your writing.

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liar

summary: you thought joel felt the same, until he tells you otherwise.

the things that i lost here, the people i knew - they got me surrounded for a mile or two

MASTERLIST

I ain’t never gonna see you like that.

The words haunt you.

I ain’t never gonna see you like that, he said. Like he was embarrassed to find out how you felt about him. He winced when he said it. It makes you feel sick to your stomach to recall the words, the way he looked when he said them. You feel foolish, even now, months later.

At night, when you’re almost asleep, those words flash behind your eyelids and you wake up, hot and ashamed all over again.

You’d requested to be taken off patrol the next day, moved to stable and bar duty, and stayed there ever since. You would do anything to avoid Joel Miller, who was actually easy to avoid. He kept to himself and his family, avoided crowds, stayed away. You did your work during the day, served drinks at night, and went home.

It was bleak.

“I gotta say somethin’ now,” Tommy said to his brother, hours into a quiet patrol.

Joel just grunted, but he knew what Tommy was going to say, he thought.

“Remember last spring, that girl fell off her horse? She got a nasty cut on her elbow, would’ve sent bigger men to the clinic immediately, bleedin’ all over like that. But she got back on, even though she was embarrassed, without a second thought.”

“Hmm,” Joel nodded. He remembered.

“Your face was white when you saw the blood. And I know you ain’t scared of blood.”

Joel didn’t reply, but he knew what Tommy was getting at anyway.

He’d felt sick when he saw her on the ground, saw the blood dripping down her arm, and had almost pulled her off that damn horse himself when she got back on.

Not safe, not safe, not safe, his mind had said. An overwhelming need to protect had filled his mind, and he’d shoved it down, every day since.

“You crushed her with that lie,” Tommy continued. “I know ain’t my business, but you need to know. She ain’t over it.”

Joel glared at his brother, who just shrugged at him.

That lie.

I ain’t never gonna see you like that.

He knew he’d crushed her when he said it, but he figured she’d get over it. She was young, and beautiful, and there were better men for her than him. He’d seen that guy behind the bar staring at her with a look in his eyes that Joel knew all too well, and his hands had curled into fists at the sight of it.

It was news to him that she was still hurting.

Not safe, not safe, not safe, his mind yelled. How could he protect her from this hurt he’d caused?

xxx

You’d served what felt like a million drinks tonight, and were just about to hang it up and head home for another restless night. Your feet were sore, your arms too, and a headache was blooming.

You stopped to drink some water before grabbing your jacket.

“Done for the night?” Jason, another bartender, asked.

You nodded. “You mind? It’s quiet. I’m beat.”

He pulled the towel from his belt and flicked it at you teasingly. “Sure, abandon me.”

You smiled at him. Jason was probably your closest friend in Jackson, and he always had a kind if yet patronizing word for you. He was a good person - handsome, too.

Why weren’t you interested in him, you wondered for the thousandth time.

“See you tomorrow!” you waved to him, and left the bar.

The cold felt good. You stopped outside the doors, letting it wash over you and cool your warm cheeks. Eyes closed, you took a deep breath, feeling better already.

Until you opened your eyes, to see Joel Miller standing just a few feet away from you, staring.

Shit. Fuck. You pulled your hat on and stepped towards the sidewalk, meaning to hustle home - but then he called your name.

You faltered, but didn’t turn, until he called it again.

“Hey,” you said, turning to face him.

He’s stood just in front of you then. Less than a couple feet away. The closest you’d been since that night.

“Joel, I…” you said, a little emboldened by the drinks he’s brought for you.

“Yeah?” he asks in that southern drawl that makes your toes curl, his attention fully on you.

“I really like you,” you whisper, feeling silly but free at the same time.

His smile fades, replaced by a look of horror. “What?”

“Like… oh, don’t make me say it twice, please.”

He shakes his head and sets his drink down, and then he says it, wincing as he does.

“I ain’t never gonna see you like that.”

You stand up immediately, so fast your thighs hit the table, spilling a drink. Before Joel can say another word, you’re out the door, a shame blooming in your chest that you won’t be able to shake.

Joel tucked his hands into the pocket of his jacket. “Can I walk you home?”

You squinted at him. “Walk me home?”

He just nodded, offering no other explanation.

“Oh… sure.”

You turned to begin walking, slowly, allowing him to catch up and walk alongside you.

It was quiet for the first block or so, passing silent houses, some with lights on and some long past sleep. The dusting of snow crunched under your boots and his, the only sound, until he finally spoke.

“I was thinkin’ today about your first patrol,” he said. “When you fell off your damn horse and nearly broke your arm.”

“It was not even near broken,” you replied, finally looking at him.

“Looked like it to me. Blood everywhere. I was about to pick you up myself, take you to the doc, when you jumped up and got back on the damn horse without a second thought.”

You squinted at him in the dark, wondering what the hell he was getting at.

“I didn’t even know you then. But when I saw all that blood on your arm… I felt fuckin’ terrified. I couldn’t understand it. Some woman I didn’t even know, just a cut up elbow and I, I wanted to take you to my house and lock you in. Keep you away from all of it. From anything that could ever hurt you again.”

Your heart began beating fast in your chest. The winter air dried your mouth out. You kept silent and listened.

“And that scared the shit out of me, that… need. And it wasn’t just that. When you got back up and didn’t so much as flinch, I felt proud of you. You don’t need me to feel that way, but I did.”

He’d stopped walking, and you with him. He turned to face you, still a few houses away from your home.

“I ain’t good enough for you. I’m… I’m old, and I’ve done a lot of things I can’t undo. You deserve someone better, someone like that kid the bar.”

You raised your eyebrow. “But do you want me, Joel?” you asked.

He winced again. That same wince as all those months ago, and you understood now. Why he’d done it.

He’d lied. I ain’t never gonna see you like that. A lie he’d told, because he thought you could do better. A hurt he’d caused trying to do what he thought was best for you, in his arrogance.

“It don’t matter,” he said.

You pursed your lips together. “I don’t want Jason. Maybe I could have him, if I did. There are a lot of nice guys around here, maybe even handsome, maybe some who are interested and won’t lie to me. But I don’t want them, Joel.” You took a step, just one, closing the gap between the two of you, until you could feel his breath on your face.

“I want you. And you can either tell me you want me now, or leave me alone for the rest of our lives. I won’t be jerked around.”

His eyes, avoiding you until that moment, finally met yours. Brown and tired and determined, they were so beautiful, and it stung to look into them.

Until he kissed you.

Forcefully. His mouth on yours, his hands in your hair, his body pressed firmly to you.

You couldn’t help it, you moaned into his open mouth, and wrapped your arms around his waist, holding him tightly as his tongue ran along your bottom lip, begging for entrance that you allowed.

God, nothing had ever felt so good as this, and nothing had ever felt so right.

He pulled away to soon, but neither of you let go.

“I want you,” he whispered through heaving breaths after a moment, and finally, you smiled.

Your first real smile in a long time.

“Then I’m yours. But you have to agree to be mine too, and let go of the idea that the things you’ve done in your past matter to me. I don’t fucking care about that.”

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. “Alright,” was his only reply.

After a moment, you whispered, “Come home with me now.”

He smiled and pressed another kiss, soft and chaste, to your lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

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Be he friend or foe— wait, wrong lyrics. XD

Nice thought anyway, I respect it.

I don't hate AI as much as y'all (yes, ik, it is bad for enviroment and unethically sourced, just like half of the things we buy, but also I find it pretty cool in what it can do, hate me all you want), but yes, when I publish something it's written by me.

I may use tools (AI or not) to check grammar, do low-level beta reading (to tell me stuff like "this needs more descriptions), or use it to kickstart my brainstorming when I'm out of ideas, and use it to "what's the word for [a complicated concept that I remember had a word for it]" when normal search can't do it. Generally the kind of things I could ask a friend for and not feel like needing to add them as a co-author. Except I have very few friends and most aren't native English speakers, so this option is not always possible.

And now I'm not doing even that because a) environment b) people's reactions and I am not going to just go use it and than lie. Well, I do use Google Docs and they have a grammar/style check feature that may be ai-adjacent. IDK.

If it was less controversial, I would use AI for things like "translate this dialogue line to more archaic English" for certain characters. Because this doesn't feel to me like outsourcing creativity, and sometimes is not something I can do by myself. Also grammar / synonyms stuff; low-level editing stuff. Like fixing my commas (if it can do this). Especially when I don't think I know any human both good in English and interested in helping in that particular thing.

Cancel me if you want, whatever. I'm not gonna go and pretend I didn't do a thing I did or that I have a different opinion.

But my fics are written by me, and my pictures are drawn by me and if I post something that's generated it will get a clear caption that it's generated, and one time a year ago I couldn't get something from my head to screen and made AI-gen pictures because I wanted to have a clear vision of how some characters actually look, I did caption it clearly and then I get anon hate for doing it anyway. (They are removed now, less for the AI part and more for the "nobody seems to care anyway" part)

TBH I feel like maaaaybe d4 people in whole world care about whatever I do creatively but also if I admit even looking at any AI tools, suddenly 10 people will take offence, who never even commented at any of my actual work. And I feel discouraged by this, and somewhat bitter.

Oh and also if you want people to admit it when they use AIs, maybe reduce the stigma a bit. Because the surest way to make people lie about doing something is piling a mountain of shame on top of the thing.

No, I'm not saying that I am lying. I am adult enough to admit doing things that are cconsidered shameful. But also, I am over 40 and have close to nothing to lose in terms of social clout. Most people don't have this privilege.

[This is only about using AI with things I publish / share publicly in any way. Using it for having fun on my own (make things I enjoy in private, make songs for phone rings, tell me a bedtime story, give me ideas what new things to try...) is a different thing. I now do it very rarely, because environmental impact, but if it didn't have such an impact, I would do it, because it works for me and is fun.]

PS: Just in case: OP, this is not supposed to criticize what you said. I just saw the post, thought "um, nice, I should make something like this too" and then "ok but what do I want to actually say, what is honest to say for me here" and it got nuanced, and compared to tumblr average, quite pro-AI maybe. No, as I said, even if I'm more nuanced about it, I deeply respect your stance. If anything, I'd say calling people "uncreative dweebs" doesn't encourage them to admit to their past Ai use, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it's just a detail, I overall respect your post and thank you.

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

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older | aaron hotchner

after hours au

older | aaron hotchner

after hours au

pairing: aaron hotchner x profiler!fem!reader

summary: the team uses their profile skills combined to figure out why you’re not interested in the cute agent just downstairs. you hate it. Hotch loves it.

content/tw: a little swearing.  reader is way too dramatic (she threatens to shoot morgan and then herself out of shame).

word count: 1.6k

a/n: I had so much fun writing this one. again, this idea came to me in a shower (my showers are not that long) (I just happen to shower a lot and i have my best ideas in it)

if you have any requests, suggestions or ideas (thought about in the shower or not), my requests are open <3

I’ll stop yapping (for now)

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The bittersweet scent filled your nostrils before the sight of the steaming extra creamy cappuccino from your favorite coffee shop reached your eyes.

“What?” you squealed in surprise, stopping on your steps and spinning around to find Leo, one of the agents from the second floor “A cappuccino? My favorite! Leo, you didn’t have to.”

“It’s nothing, really.” he dismissed, but puffing his chest either way “I remember you said it’s your favourite. And it happens to be on my way here.” it wasn’t, and you knew it.

“You’re the best!” you complimented, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek “Thank you so much, honey! And it has a little heart in it.” you cooed, and smiled when he blushed “You spoil me way too much!”

“Anything for you.” he flirted “If you need me, I’ll be… Well, you know where to find me.” you chuckled.

“I do. Thank you again!” he smiled and winked, heading to the elevators.

After waiting for a second and tasting the drink to make sure it was as delicious as always (it was), you got back on your track to the break room, only two steps away. You bumped into Emily, who watched the whole interaction with a lopsided grin.

“What?”

“Nothing…” she sing-songed “I just think it’s cute.”

“What’s cute?” Morgan asked, getting in the room just behind the two of you.

Spencer, Hotch and JJ were already there discussing a consulting case the team had been working on. It started with Spencer and Hotch, and then JJ and soon after the break room became a makeshift conference room, like it always did, truly.

“Kelsen just bought her a cappuccino from her favorite coffee place.” Emily announced, getting the attention from the rest. Spencer and Hotch just went back to the files, but JJ standed up and stepped close to you to see it from her eyes.

“It’s not a big deal. I bring you guys sweet treats all the time. This is called being nice.” you pointed, seating on one of the tables and sipping from your beverage.

JJ and Emily just exchanged an amused look. Morgan took the seat to your right “So you don’t see it?”

You frowned “See what?”

“The heavy flirting. The lingering glances.” Emily started.

The completely unnecessary visits to our floor just to stop by at your desk. The excessive gifts.” JJ continued, looking pointedly at the cup you were currently sipping from.

“Oh. That.” you sighed.

“So you admit knowing he’s flirting with you?”

“Yes.” you stared blankly at Emily “So what?”

“So what? This ‘will they won’t they’ is dragging for too long.” JJ pointed.

“Wait, what? This isn’t… There isn’t… It's just harmless flirting.”

“Harmless flirting? Is this even a thing?” Morgan stared at you skeptically.

“Yes. You flirt with someone knowing it’s never going to happen between you. Ever. We do it to each other all the time…”

“Ouch?”

“Besides,” you kept going, not acknowledging his interruption “He’s just playing nice. There’s no actual interest involved.”

“That’s not entirely true.” Spencer muttered from his place at the couch, his eyes glued to the interrogation transcription. He felt the weight of everyone’s gaze on him, and stared back.

“Spill it out, kid.” Morgan begged, sounding way too amused with it.

“He stopped me in the parking lot a few weeks ago.” he started, fixing his glasses and shifting in his position, slightly overwhelmed with the attention. “He asked for advice on… Well, you.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” you whispered “And what did you tell him?”

Spencer shrugged “I didn’t know how to turn him down so I just started rambling facts and research regarding the scientific reasoning behind human relationship and the development of courtship. He eventually dropped it.” he gave everyone a closed-lips smile, seemingly proud of himself and amused.

“Wait, do you do this often? Ramble facts just so people leave you alone?” Hotch asked, glancing up from the tablet for the first time after you got in the break room. Spencer’s cheeks flushed in a deep red.

“Uh… No?”

Hotch surprisingly gave him a tight smile, but before anyone could get more into the revelation, JJ turned back to him, her eyebrows scrunched up together “Why didn’t you help him?”

Relief flooded through Spencer with the change of subject. He relaxed back into the couch, leaning back and crossing his fingers together like he always did when he was ready to discuss something he was certain about.

“I’ve seen her body language. She’s clearly not into him.”

“How so?” Morgan asked, doubfunded.

“Her eyes never linger on him, everytime he leaves the room it’s like he stops existing. Every time they talk she smiles and makes sure she listens, but her torso is almost every time leaning away from him, like she’s ready to go as soon as the conversation is over. It’s not like she’s uninterested, it’s like… she’s not even considering him. Don’t get me wrong, I’m positive she likes him and enjoys his company. And her smiles, her jokes and her laughs are real, just not romantically-interested ones.”

“When did you become an expert in relationships?” Derek squinted his eyes at him.

“This is basic body language knowledge. Knowing about all this says less about my expertise on the subject than not knowing says about your profiling skills…”

“Watch it, kid.”

“He’s getting way too good at these jokes” Emily muttered, nodding in disapproval but her eyes a glint of pride “But back to the real issue?”

“The four cases of first degree murder that happened in the last month in Las Vegas?” you asked, not-so-subtly trying to bring the attention back to the case.

You knew where this was going, and you didn’t like it one bit.

“Why aren’t you interested in him?” she asked, deciding not to acknowledge your observation.

“Hmm” you stuttered “Uh, I-I’m not going to get all personal with my boss in the room.” you declared, taking a long sip from your drink to keep from looking at Hotch. You had no idea why you said that, honestly. Obviously, you had no problem getting all personal in front of him. Or under him. Or on top of him. Or even splayed out at your dining table, face down as up getting eaten out by him.

And he was aware of it. So aware that he had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from smiling and giving away your secret. It’s not like a single smile would be enough to give away everything that happened that night, but all it took was a little reaction for them to start picking up on you – they were profilers, after all. Hotch only decided he was safe enough from his own frivolity when he felt the taste of the blood from how hard he bit on.

“Oh, cut it. That’s hardly the reason.” JJ stated, crossing her arms.

“Wait, can we focus on the fact that there must be something incredibly wrong for her to be so uncharacteristically shy about this subject?” Emily pointed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at you.

“I just… Don’t like being the centre of attention.” you tried, and it was probably the first time those words came out of your mouth.

“Ha! Busted!” Emily laughed, banging her palm against the table in excitement and pointed at you, accusingly “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told us.” 

“Do you have any dirt on him? Like something so disgusting that you can’t even think about…” Derek tried, his smirk growing up at each word.

“No! Not at all!” you exclaimed, started to get pissed off.

“He’s hot, you can’t deny it.”

“He is.”

“He’s nice. Are you the kind of girl who always ends up running away from the guys who are ‘too nice’?” Emily groaned.

“No, I’m not. There’s nothing wrong with him.”

“He’s hot, he’s nice…” JJ listed, once again ignoring your statements. You huffed in annoyment. “He’s tall, he’s responsible, he’s your age, he’s… Wait.” she stopped mid sentence, her face contorting in a smug smirk that almost made you hide under the desk.

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until your lungs started to burn along with your cheeks.

JJ had her gaze locked onto yours from across the room, and it’s like she was reading every thought you ever had “We listed many things, many reasons to why you might not be attracted to him. You didn’t bat an eye to any of them… Until I said he’s your age. That’s the problem, right? You don’t like guys your age.”

The thought of banging your head against the table repeatedly until it split open didn’t sound that bad.

There were a thousand ways this could get worse.

“And judging by the fact that she didn’t want this to be discussed in front of Hotch, I’m assuming she’s into older guys.” Emily stated, exchanging fist bumps with JJ and Morgan.

“Don’t tell me you have a little crush on bossman over there. Or is it Rossi? Just tell me this: is Strauss also your type, yes or no?” 

Oh dear god.

You fucking knew it.

There were a thousand other ways this could've gotten worse. And that’s one of them.

“Morgan..” Hotch scolded, immediately interrupted by you.

“I have a gun, you motherfu…”

“Enough!” Hotch raised his voice, standing up. “Threatening to use your gun on a coworker could get your license removed.” he raised one eyebrow at you.

“Fine. I’ll kill myself then.” you dramatized, hiding your head under your folded arms over the table.

“This isn’t, in no way, shape or form, any better. Morgan, cut it out.” you heard him scold. “I have a meeting with the director now. Later I’ll meet you all, and the rest of the team, in the conference room. To discuss the case.” He added, eyeing everyone as if to dare them to go against his commands.

Said ‘all’ muttered some kind of agreement, to which you just groaned something unintelligible.

If you’d raised your head a few instant sooner, you would’ve caught the way Hotch’s lips turned into a discreet smirk just before he left the room. Way too pleased with himself. So damn pleased his mind had no space for worries and guilt.

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[crowsofdarkness]

Today's lesson with Bucky: Cumshot with a side of jealousy.

Part Four to the Teach Me series. If you haven't read the first three parts, you might be a little confused. Tags for this are open, just comment if you're interested!

18+ CW's below the cut( male masturbation, cum play with Bucky making a mess on you)

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“So I just lay here while you touch yourself?” I asked with a note of hesitation, glancing up at Bucky who knelt next to me on his bed. 

He gave me a warm smile while slowly taking off his shirt, showcasing his hard chest and all of his vibranium arm. Very briefly, my eyes flicked to the scars where flesh met the arm but I didn’t dare let it linger long. There were talks around the tour that it made him self conscious giving the history but right now, seeing those bright eyes drink me in I can say for certainty that Bucky did not mind me staring. 

“You’re going to lay just like this,” he helped me get better adjusted on the bed with my head on a pillow. “And I’m going to jerk myself off until I cum.”

Heat engulfed me at how deep his voice was along with the image of him doing just that. It had been a few days since our last lesson since he had been on a quick, one day mission. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t missed him. As nervous as I was in the beginning, I found myself loving these lessons. I’d been learning a lot thanks to Bucky and felt extremely confident that when the time comes for me to have a serious relationship, I’ll know what to do. 

I spent all night last night watching different videos on cum shots and thought for sure I’d become disgusted with the idea of being covered with someone's cum but I found myself becoming more aroused with every video I watched. Although the idea of someone cuming all over my face sounded hot, I don’t think I was ready for that yet. 

“Where are you going to-?” I asked, biting my bottom lip. 

Bucky made a low noise in the back of his throat as he dragged a thumb over my bottom lip, releasing it from my teeth. “I would love to fill this pretty mouth with my cum but we’ll work our way up to that. So it’s your choice: pussy, stomach, or chest.”

Swallowing thickley, I pointed to my stomach. “Here is fine.” 

I didn’t want to let him know my body was shaking with the idea of having his cum in my mouth or on my pussy. In theory it sounded scary but having it be Bucky, it made it less. 

“Do you want to take your shirt off or roll it up?” Bucky asked, quickly standing to take off his shorts, leaving himself in his red boxers. 

I did not miss the way his dick twitched when he stood to full height but I kept it to myself. 

“Uh,” I thought about it for a moment. If this was our first lesson, I would have kept my shirt on but now, I felt comfortable with Bucky. 

Without saying a word, I sat up to take my shirt off, letting it fall to the bed next to me. I sat in front of him in a green lace bra and a pair of my sleep shorts. Something dark bled into Bucky’s eyes as he dragged his eyes up and down my top half, resting them on my chest. 

“Green is your color,” he mused before kneeling on the bed after I laid down. 

He had me locked on the bed underneath him, one knee on either side of me, and he adjusted the pillow behind me again. 

“Ready?” 

I nodded. “Do you want me to touch you?” 

“You relax, doll,” Bucky smiled. 

My stomach fluttered at the nickname, loving the way it sounded on his lips. 

He took his dick out of his boxers, not quite getting all the way naked because I wasn't there yet, and began stroking himself up and down with his vibranium hand. I watched in a trance at how well he touched himself, a skill he honed in on with years of practice. 

“Doesn’t it hurt using your vibranium hand?” I asked, not daring taking my eyes off of his hand around his dick. 

He let out a grunt, eyes fluttering shut. “I like the pain.” 

Locking that admission away for future use, the next few minutes passed with Bucky’s moans echoing in his bedroom and my lips parted as I watched with wide eyes. He focused more on the head of his dick, swirling a finger around it to drag the precum all over himself. Like our last lesson, I wanted so badly to taste it, even a little just so I could prepare myself for oral. 

As if reading my mind, Bucky took a flesh finger to gather some precum before bringing it to my lips, dragging it over my bottom one. Instantly, my tongue darted out to taste and I let out a ravenous growl. He tasted so good, almost like honey, and I wanted more. 

I needed more. 

“You look so pretty underneath me, baby,” Bucky groaned, taking long strokes up and down his dick. 

“Bucky,” I moaned his name, urging him closer to me, wanting to feel him on me. 

“Say my name again,” he ordered, now moving his hand faster. 

“Bucky,” I repeated. “This is so hot.” 

A hint of a smirk played on his lips. “Watching my stroke my cock turning you on, baby?” 

I nodded which seemed to please him because soon, Bucky’s head fell back as his grip tightened at the base of his cock, holding it still as he spilled himself all over my stomach. His cum felt warm and almost sticky as he painted my skin. His orgasm must have been a strong one because Bucky nearly fell over onto me, holding himself up against the wall above the bed at the last second. His dick pressed against my stomach, making more of a mess with his cum as he slowly dragged his dick through it. My body tingled with the feeling of him like this and I didn’t want it to end. 

BUCKY

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked Y/N as she dressed again. 

I cleaned up my cum from her stomach with a warm wash cloth but told her it would be a good idea to take a shower once she returned to her room. We were standing near the door to my room and I couldn't help but stare at her. Her long legs, her soft hair that smelled like lilies, and her bright eyes that always sucked me in anytime I caught sight of them. 

When she first joined the Avengers team, I never even looked at her with more of a thought that she was a teammate. But now after these lessons, I found myself becoming attached and fond of her. A crush is what Steve would call it if I talked to him about it but I refused to let anyone know about our lessons. Y/N and I both agreed when we started this that there were to be no feelings to come of this yet here I was, going against it. 

“Yeah,” she nodded with a lazy smile. “I didn’t think I would be since cum is kind of a foreign substance but seeing you make a mess all over me was really hot.” 

And there goes my dick again. Calm down , you can’t let her see your boner. 

Shifting on my feet to hide my growing boner underneath my sweats, I gave her my own nod in return. “Same time tomorrow?” 

“What’s the next lesson?” Her brows peaked with excitement and curiosity. 

Just as I was about to say, her phone went off in her hands in an all too familiar tone. 

Stark was calling her for a mission. 

“Where are you headed?” I asked as she read over the message on her phone, noticing her shoulders drop. 

“Greece. For a week. There’s rumors of someone infiltrating one of the museums there and he’s sending the Avengers to play guard during the opening,” she said. 

I peered down at her phone when she showed me the plans. “Who are you going with?” 

As much as I would have loved for it to be me, my phone never went off so I knew she was going with someone else. Maybe Nat or Wanda. 

“Bill,” her honey voice broke my thoughts. 

Bill. The new recruit. The one Nat and Wanda couldn’t stop gushing about. 

“The new guy?” I questioned, trying to mask my jealousy with worry. “Has he been on any missions?” 

Y/N locked her phone. “A few but this one doesn't seem all that bad. Rain check on our next lesson?” 

With a forced smile, I nodded. “Sure thing. I’ll text you the details.” 

And with that, she slipped out of my room leaving the scent of lilies lingering in the air and I quickly strode towards my shower ready for yet another cold shower. Y/N would be gone for a week and I didn't doubt I'd be hungry for her.

Our next lesson was simple: Oral.

[drst]

Stock up time, Americans

OK this is not fear mongering, folks, this is for real. If you live in the US, you need to start stocking up on supplies right now, especially anything that is imported from China.

There is a major drop in freight shipping from China happening right now (late April 2025). Even if someone with two brain cells got into a room with Trump today and convinced him to back down on the tariffs against China, it's too late. There are going to be shortages and empty shelves. It's a question of how long they will last now.

It will take a few more weeks to be felt across the US, but as cargo ceases to arrive on the west coast, you have around 3-4 weeks for the effects to fully reach the east coast depending on the items. People are already reporting price hikes just on orders from China due to the tariffs, but this is going to be a void where things we normally expect to be able to buy will no longer be available.

There could also be major ripple effects from this as the trucking industry gets hit with either layoffs or firings. A lot of people could be thrown out of work, on top of the cuts to federal and government-adjacent jobs. This will push the instability in the economy even harder. And who knows what catastrophes could come up next.

So what can you do now, at the end of April 2025? All of this advice should be considered based on your financial situation. Don't put yourself in debt to do any of these things, but maybe look at your budget and your savings and see what you can afford to do right now.

Stock up on medications. As we know from 2020, a lot of components of our medicines are made in China. Buy extra supplies of anything over the counter you rely on. See if you can get bulk refills on prescriptions. I know it's tough with insurance companies but check with the pharmacy and see if you can fill early, or see what the out of pocket cost is for a refill and if you can afford it.

Personal care and hygiene products too - buy extra soap, shampoo, toothpaste, etc. Feminine care products (diapers if you've got little ones).

Electronics. Almost everything we use is made in China or relies on components made in China. If you've been thinking of getting a new phone or your laptop is failing, now is the time before the prices go even higher.

Same deal with cars, although that's a major expense to replace and interest rates on loans are high right now. We assemble cars here in the US but every car manufacturer makes parts overseas. Take your car to a mechanic ASAP, get it checked out, make sure it's in good working order. Replace anything that needs replacing.

Paper products like toilet paper are not imported from China. As I understand it, the shortages in 2020 were due to other factors, buuuuut, let's be real. People are going to see bare shelves and panic. They're going to start hoarding and since we all remember the TP shortages 5 years ago, it would be a good idea to stock up now so you're not fighting the panic buyers.

Tools - weirdly a large percentage of scissors sold in the US are imported from China. Make sure you have a basic set of household tools. This is a list of 15 basics for handling a house. There's also the ready.gov list of what you need for an emergency kit. Also a basic sewing kit is a very good idea to have available.

Food-wise, again, while direct imports from China may not make a huge impact, if people begin to panic, you want to be prepared to deal with other people hoarding. If you have space and your electric bill can handle it, this is a good time to pick up a chest freezer. You can get a small one for under $200. You can buy the value sized bags of frozen stuff you like to eat (particularly important if you have food issues or if you've got kids who love their chicken nuggets). Grab extras of shelf-stable things like cereal, pasta, rice, and canned goods. If this feels paranoid, you don't have to go crazy, but buy at least some extras.

Get cash from your bank just in case. This is good practice in any circumstances, but don't assume your cards or your Apple Pay are going to work in an emergency. Hit the ATM, squirrel at least $100 away at home. Try to get small bills if you can, it's easier to carry some with you and leave the rest at home.

Lastly think through things you use daily, check where they come from, resupply or replace anything coming from China ASAP. Some folks already did this at the end of last year (durable goods purchases were up over 10% above average in December because people were worried about the tariff shit back then), but if you can afford it, get replacements or new supplies right now.

I sincerely hope 6 months from now this looks like panic and overreaction, but a lot of people smarter than me are giving this advice. It feels very much like February of 2020 again, where people watching the news closely could see something really bad on the horizon, but the majority had no idea. Better to be prepared.

[howlett-dekarios]

𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

▏Trilogy!Logan x Reader

▏Summary: You were the perfect student of Scott's. But after you've came back form university, you've changed and Logan can't stand it.

▏Warnings: dom!Logan | virgin!reader | NSFW | MDNI | big breast | | breast play | slight overstimulation | kinda mean!Logan | unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!) | spanking | Logan calling reader names | male masturbation |

▏Word count: 3,5k

First days in school were a very weird experience for him. Being around so many kids and a few teens who were genuinely interested in studying here. The place itself being some sort of safe space for them. Truly unusual to watch something from so close, or even being considered a part of. Xavier wasn’t pushing him into anything though, rather giving him time to adjust to the new reality. Logan didn’t really feel like matching the whole vibe. Being a responsible adult, an example for youngsters.

He was called by Charles into his office. What he didn’t expect though was to be bumped into on his way in.

“Of course Professor, it will be done as soon as possible-“ A young woman's voice was stopped when her head hit the hard chest of Howlett. Her gaze quickly rose and was met with his unreadable eyes. “I-I’m so sorry Mister..”

“I’m Logan, kid.” His voice stern. “You should be more careful.”

“Yes, of course, I’m so sorry.” She stuttered. This guy wasn’t giving the nicest aura. Big, grumpy and intimidating with the cigar between his lips. “It’s my fault, I-“

“I’m just kidding, kid.” He gave her a teasing smirk, definitely enjoying how she had been panicking just seconds ago. Logan was a bastard who was well aware of his posture. “Nothing happened.”

“Sure..” Her red cheeks made him smirk even more. Are all students like this girl? “Goodbye, Professor, have a nice evening. Same for you Mr. Logan.” And with that she left as fast as possible, embarrassed by the whole situation she put herself into.

“Take care, bub.” His attention focused on Charles again. “Are all of them so scared?” The question was rather sarcastic one.

“I prefer the term of well behaved and polite.” The man in the wheelchair smiled and got back to sorting documents that were stuffed on his desk. “Besides Y/n is one of the best students here. Very smart and well raised young woman.”

“Oh is she?”

“I’m quite positive. She was asking me for the recommendation letter for the university she wants to get into.”

“They can do that?” Logan was honestly surprised. He couldn’t really imagine graduating from such school and being accepted in a ‘normal’ world later.

“It’s not so common unfortunately. Most students prefer staying here and becoming teachers like Jean or Scott. That or move out to the countries where the knowledge about mutant kind is less advanced.”

“They’re running away from reality-“

“Seems familiar?” Charles gave him that knowing look which other mutant already hated from the first day here. Older professor was actually one of the few people who had the ability not to take offense and even mouth back. Old ‘I know everything’ bastard.  “But I didn’t call you here to talk about Y/n performance in studies. You made your decision, Logan?”

Howlett wasn’t dumb, well knowing about what exactly this question was. Him staying in the mansion. If he was ready to fit into school reality. To deal with kids, or worse, with Scott. But what choice did he really have in that matter? It was that or coming back to the shadows. To live from paycheck to paycheck, getting any non-attachment job, vanishing as soon as someone realized who he truly was. And here? As much as Logan hated to admit it, it started to feel like home. Being accepted, doing whatever he wanted without needing to think about being discovered. A stabilization he never thought he really needed.

There was one more thing. He was in debt to Charles. For all the help the old man provided him with getting back the memories. For making it possible to puzzle all his life together. Such sort of debt wasn’t something a man can forget just like that. Or at least Logan couldn’t.

“I’m gonna stick around. No teaching though.” Not yet at least. He wasn’t ready for such responsibility.

“A babysitter then?” Xavier laughed, which only made the other man roll his eyes.

“I can train older ones.” Make himself useful by the skills he has. Not much but could be good to start.

“Very well, so be it Logan.”

And that’s how he officially became part of the life of the mansion.

For the next month Logan hasn’t gotten a lot of occasions to cross his way with Y/n. She was too focused on her studies and getting ready for the university life she planned for herself, and he definitely wasn’t the type to beg her to move her ass and join the training with the rest of teens. He really couldn’t point out why every other member of the team was so fascinated about that girl. Sure, she was nice, kind and smart, but that wasn’t making her anyone special in his mind.

That’s how on her last day in the mansion Logan was indifferent towards her. When Scott and Storm were all teary, hugging her and wishing luck, he stayed aside, watching it from the far corner of the room.

“Mr.Logan-“ Her face made it clear she didn’t know what to say after that.

“Just Logan, bub. You’re a grown up so act as one.” Maybe a bit too rude, judging by Jean killing gaze he felt on himself. “Just do your best there and don’t let anyone boss you around. If all I heard about you from Charles is true, then I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“Thank you.. Logan.”

“Y/n we need to go, you’ll be late for the tour around campus.” Scott called her after packing everything in the truck.

“I’m coming.” She smiled at Logan one last time. “Sorry for not attending your classes.”

“Yeah, whatever, it was your choice.” He shrugged, patting her arm. “Just don’t bump into anything on your first day there.”

“I won’t-“

“Y/n!”

“Coming!”

And just like that she was gone, starting a new chapter.

It was quite funny how history repeated itself.

After five years and graduating from the university she was once again at home. Talking with Professor about wanting to come back. To help both the school, since she had a degree in psychology so she could help students to understand their emotions, but also to fulfill her responsibilities as a mutant. Charles has always been saying how her mutation was so unique and how much it could serve for goodness.

In those few years she understood where she should be. Who she should be helping. As a successful psychologist it would be so easy to just open her own practice and make good money, but deep down Y/n got the feeling that it wasn’t what would make her happy. Being surrounded by normal people, hearing all the hideous things they’ve been saying about her kind.. it just made it more clear. It wasn’t her world. She wasn’t welcomed in it. She never should’ve left the mansion.

She was so stuck in her own mind that she didn’t notice the body in front of her. Not until her nose sunk deep into someone’s white wifebeater.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I-“

“Old habits die hard, huh?” Deep voice made her realize who exactly she bumped into. Again.

At this point Y/n was sure that the universe is just playing its most hilarious pranks on her.

At first Logan didn’t recognize her.

Those five years changed her entirely. From a nineteen girl who he had only seen with her nose in the books, to a fully grown woman.

Fuck, a very attractive one too.

The upper messy bun, the white shirt and dark shorts which left very little to the imagination.. If the concept of glow up was real, then it sure as hell could be used in her case. He really needed to double check if it was actually her.

“Logan.”

“Y/n.”

They’ve been looking at each other and if not for Charles, it quickly could’ve been awkward.

“Good to see you here Logan, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Man in a wheelchair smiled and pointed at his student. “Y/n decided to join the team. But she will need a little bit of training before she can go for the missions. I believe your teaching skills could be useful for us.”

“And how do I know she won’t bail it all like the last time?”

“I’ve changed.”

“Yeah, I can see it.” Quite literally. One was sure, if Scott could see his thoughts right now, he would probably beat his ass because none of them were appropriate. “Fuck, alright.”

“Excellent. Welcome back Y/n.”

Next weeks were true torture. Watching her in clothes that wrapped her body tightly. All sweaty and with a face that showed true motivation to win against him. One thing he learned about Y/n was how university indeed changed her. From a polite and shy student, to a bratty and confident woman. Testing his patience limits whenever she opened her mouth.

Every night he was coming back to his room, getting in the shower and getting off to the thoughts of her in his bed. Laid down naked, spread all just for his pleasure. Her mouth finally shut up by his dick inside, abusing her throat. Logan wasn’t certain why it all made him so on edge, but something in her just made it impossible for him to focus. The thoughts of her irresistible.

He couldn’t act on it though. She was too young for him. Being the precious girl of Scott and Charles, the brightest and so perfect student of theirs.

But one evening made him lose it all.

“Always having such a fucking smart mouth bub, huh?” He hissed through his teeth, while having a strong grip around her throat. “Never taking my advices-“

“Maybe I would if you wouldn’t have your eyes on my tits all the time.” She mouthed back, using her power to form a dagger and sticking it into his lower stomach. “You’re always so grumpy, why is that? Haven’t put your dick into anything in a long time?” The bluntness of her words took him completely off guard since Logan was sure about hiding it rather well. 

Those few seconds gave her enough time to pin him to the floor, her legs on his chest and another dagger white energy dagger near his throat.

“I won.” Y/n gasped, clearly out of breath. After weeks of sparrings and constant failures she’s finally made it for the first time.

Her being on top of him was enough for Logan tho. In a second he rolled over, strong arms pinning her to the training matt.

“Get the fuck out.” He groaned, looking into her eyes. He wasn’t playing anymore. “We are done.”

There was no way of him working with her ever again. 

For hours Y/n was debating on how to approach Logan. What she should say, how to apologize to him. She took it too far, using some cheap shitty distraction to win. In reality she wasn’t even sure if Howlett had any interest in her, and judging by his reaction it was clear that he took the offense. The accusation of being unprofessional like this.. it was a really low blow.

That’s why she was currently standing in front of his room, knocking and waiting for an opportunity to say sorry.

What she didn’t expect was to be met with him half naked, wearing some sweats and having wet hair.

“I-I’m.. listen Logan, I’m sorry about what I’ve said-“

He didn’t give her a chance. Instead his big hands grabbed her waist, dragged into his room and pinned to the other side of the closed door.

“Oh, really, princess?” He fumed, his eyes focused on her face like he was really looking for any sign of doubt, not really in a mood to be played over again. 

“L-Logan I’m really sorry-“

“You should be, bub. Using my weakness, like it wasn’t you who have been wearing these tight pants and bras of yours.”

“W-what-“

“Everyone thinks you’re so smart but I see that you don’t have basic instincts, huh? Teasing me every damn time, like you don’t want me to fuck you dumb, and then having the audacity to just spit it in my face.”

“I swear I didn’t-“

“Is that so? Then why can I smell you know, Y/n?”

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck his heightened senses. The second he grabbed her she started getting wet, squeezing her legs just to provide any sort of pressure. 

“Logan-“

“I asked you a question, bub.” The threatening tone near her ear made a shiver run down her spine. “But let me ask again. Do you like it Y/n?”

Truth be told, the time she spent with Logan made her realize how handsome the guy was. Strong and cut muscles, the height, and now the chest hair and happy trail going down under the waistband.

“My eyes are here, princess.” He chuckled seeing her struggle.

“Y-yes.” If before she was out of breath, then now it was literally no existent.

“Good.”

And just like his eyes landed on hers. Swallowing her flavor. Devouring any place he could. Quickly the kisses lower to her neck, leaving the trails of his spit and teeth on it. Bruising it like it was his job to do so. 

“Logan!” Her moans were a pure symphony for his ears.

“Legs.” The simple order made her obey, wrapping her legs around his waist like it has always been their place. “Good girl.”

It didn’t take him long to make her a moaning mess. Dropping her on the bed and undressing, leaving her fully naked just as in his scenarios.

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about it for too damn long. Always wearing those tops that are fucking too little and cute for your slutty tits. I imagine guys on campus enjoyed them.” Her nipples were being abused just like the neck before. “But they’re mine now, you get it, bub?”

“Yes, yes, please.” She cried, trying to cover her eyes, both from pleasure and embarrassment.

“Ah, ah, ah, none of this. You can’t act all shy on me now when you’ve been such a bratty bitch all the time, baby.” Logan grabbed her hand and pinned them together above her head, not making it possible for her to do anything else than just take what he was giving. After he was satisfied with his work on the upper parts of her body, he took his pants off and smirked at her reaction. Logan was quite aware of his size being above any normal human, so it wasn’t any surprise. “Never had anything like that, huh? None of your little college boys gave you something like that? But don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure it fits.”

But before he could enter her, she stopped him, putting her hand on his chest.

“Logan, wait!” Seeing his confused face, she whispered the thing he couldn’t believe was real. “I-I’ve never done it..”

“Come again?” But her reaction to his question ensured him that what he just heard was true. “You are a virgin?”

She nodded, not being able to look into his eyes.  

“Y/n look at me.” She shook her head, afraid of him being mad at her. “I said look at me, bub.” Logan gently grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. “It’s okay. It’s fine, you don’t need to be ashamed. Fuck, you’ve been so confident in your words back there that I thought.. but it doesn’t matter. It’s all good, I’ll be gentle. Just tell me if anything will be wrong, okay?” When she nodded one again, he smirked. “Words Y/n. You have such a smart mouth then use it now.”

“Okay.”

That’s when his member slowly entered her. Inch by inch, Logan was checking on her if everything was fine. The little pain expressions were a natural reaction considering his size, so he was soothing her legs, calming her down by praising how well she was doing.

“So fucking good for me, baby, so tight and warm.”

At first Logan wanted to give her some time to adjust but instead the girl told him to move.

“I want it, Logan.”

And who was he to deny her?

His pace was too slow for his liking, but her comfort was in first place.

“Faster, please.” She moaned, not being able to stand his gentle trust. “I’m not made of glass.”

Oh, she really shouldn’t have said that.

“As you wish.”

Logan grabbed her legs and turned her around, making her stand on all four. Pounding into her relentlessly, like his life depended on it. One hand grabbed both of her, holding them as a lever, making her arch in a way that will never leave his mind. Other went straight to her hanging breasts, squeezing them and overstimulating to her limits.

“Lo! Please, fuck, I’m close.. Lo..”

“I should’ve known that all it takes to finally shut you up is just to fuck you dumb. Such a good pussy for me, keeping herself pure just so I can use it however I want, isn’t it right princess?”

“Yhym, yeah, please, Lo!” Her mind clouded by the overwhelming pleasure.

“Already dumbfounded, how sweet. What would Scott think about you, baby, huh? You think he would be proud of his perfect student to be pistoned like a cheap whore? Just a hole for my pleasure of all the people?”

His fingers traveled from her tits to her clit, making small fast circles which made her legs tremble uncontrollably.

“Logan! I think I’ll-“

“I know, princess, I can feel you squeezing my cock. Give it to me Y/n, milk me so I can know how good your cunt is.” He kept his brutal pace, pounding into her from behind. Feeling how her legs were slowly giving up, Logan freed her hand and slapped her ass, leaving a red mark on it. “Cum on me, baby.”

“Lo! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It didn’t take much for him to follow her, reaching his orgasm, painting her walls white with his own cum. The trip to the drugstore for the morning after pill will be the first thing needed in the morning, but for now his mind was focused on something else.

Y/n didn’t take Logan as a type of the good aftercare guy, rather betting on the ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ man. But to her surprise after they both calmed down from their high, he grabbed her waist and cuddled her into his chest.

“You alright?”

“Yes.. shit, it was..”

“I feel the same, princess. You did a very good job.” He smirked, giving her tender pecks full of affection. “I’ll clean you in a second, baby. Also I don’t think you’ll be able to have any sparring tomorrow.”

The teasing comment made her blush, but she knew he was right. It’ll be a miracle if she will be able to walk properly. But it took her a second to realize the true meaning behind his words.

“So… we are cool?”                                                                                                         

It honestly made him smile. But it wasn’t his usual forced grimace. This time that smile was kind, soft and genuine which made her heart melt a little.

“Yes, Y/n. We are cool. Besides, you were right. I was checking your tits all the time.”

They both laughed at that and after a few more seconds in a tight warm embrace, Y/n fell asleep.

Finally after five years of being here, Logan found a good reason why it was worth staying.

BONUS

Their relationship was kept a secret. To Logan it was ridiculous, but Y/n didn’t want Scott to find out, knowing that her former teacher would be furious. He would definitely judge the choices she’s made, especially by choosing Logan of all the guys. So that’s why they’ve been hiding. Stealing private moments, hiding in empty classrooms for quick make out sessions. Sneaking out of each other's rooms in the middle of the night.

But one day, she fucked up.

Charles called the whole for an emergency meeting early in the morning. She was still tired from the entire night intimate session with Logan, that her brain didn’t have any moment to wake up and start working properly. Instead of grabbing her own hoodie, she put on Logan’s which was too big for her.

The whole meeting went smoothly, though she couldn’t understand why Scott was giving her angry glances, at the same time Logan smirking like crazy.

“Nice hoodie, sweetheart.” He finally whispered into her ear, when the gathering was over. The realization hit her instantly like a bullet. 

“I can explain-“ Y/n started.

“Fucking asshole.” Scott only bumped his arm into Logan’s chest on his way out, not wanting to hear it all.

“Well that could be worse.” Another smirk appeared on Howlett’s face.

The next thing she felt was his lips on hers. There was no way he wouldn't use the first occasion to show off his girlfriend. 

▏A/n: Was the first concept writing some sort of teacher's pet fic? Yeah, but then it slightly evolved. Hope you enjoyed it tho!

[gatorbites-imagines]

lmao I feel like Scott would be a new level of crazy if he was yandere. Especially if his darling was someone who genuinely liked him, either romantically or platonically, or respected him as a person and a leader/ defending him when the team starts to gives him shit. The levels of obsession and possession would be astronomical.

Yandere Scott Summers x male reader 

Headcanons 

I love Scott summers, so much, get this guy in my life and in my bed. 

I think any x-man being yandere could be so damn lethal, or just any hero, villain or vigilante in general. Especially if you are weaker than them. 

Scott would be so damn much too. He is a lot in general when it comes to wanting to be on top of things, be prepared and be in control, add him being yandere on top of that and you would have no free time, social life, or freedom. 

I don't think he would hurt his darling, at least not on purpose. He wouldn't break bones or remove limbs like some yanderes would, but this guy would tear you down in other ways. 

Would instead tear you down with “logic”, aka how he sees things. And its so well thought out and worded that you will start questioning everything, or he's so intense and repetitive that you start thinking maybe he's right. 

Scott seems like the kinda yandere who would be aware of how toxic and extreme he's being, and he would try to suppress it for as long as possible. Would go out of his way to try and force himself to stop feeling and thinking these things, but it ends up just making him worse. 

He would start out just getting a little more intense in your training, because you need to be able to protect yourself. This ends up messing with your confidence and belief in yourself cuz he can be so judgmental and intense that nothing you do feels like its good enough. 

Then it becomes him keeping an eye on you at all times, everything you do, everything you say, anything that might hurt you. He starts not allowing you to keep any secrets of privacy, he needs to know it all to protect you. 

Evolves into him getting a tracker in you somehow, or some kinda mind bond if possible. Starts deciding your gear, what you wear, what you do. 

Probably even kicks you out of the x-men for “your safety” and will squirrel you away somewhere else to keep you safe and under his control and attention. 

During all of this he is still aware of how wrong what he's doing is, but I can see him just coming to accept it whilst still feeling ashamed about it. He just can't lose you, even if you keep rejecting him and Scott knows it's all wrong to keep you here and take your freedom away. 

Scott would become even more unstable as things go on, as everything starts falling apart, and as he kinda radicalizes about everything. Him clashing with other x-men and all that leads to him searching you out for comfort more and more. 

If you still have resistance in you, then this period would be your best option to get out since he's vulnerable and unsteady in himself and his place. You might even be able to manipulate him in return. 

But it might also lead to Scott becoming even more obsessive and possessive, since you are one of the few things he has control over or knows what to expect. 

This is also the period where he might become more aggressive if things aren't going well, so yeah, you can manipulate him, but he's volatile and can snap. It always breaks him afterwards though, and he feels even worse. 

All the anti-mutant stuff becoming even bigger also makes Scott kinda rabid in his protective tendencies, cuz its assumed you would be a mutant too if he was your leader 

Depending on how long you've been under his “custody” and how much he trusts you, you might become part of his whole team. Much to the shock of the new x-men team, cuz they wouldn't have heard from you in a long time. 

It could be pretty interesting if you started copying Scotts actions back at him, becoming just as possessive and obsessive, just as jealous and over the top, after being under his attention for who knows how long. 

Real toxic relationship between you two, and you both know how bad it is, but there's no stopping this ride baby. Not before it crashes. 

[pokemonshelterstories]

Hi Charlie! I'm in a bit of a conundrum right now.

I've had my Nidorino Grapes for a few years now. Grapes is really sweet, and my best friend. Grapes loves to battle, he bounces around and chirps when he gets the chance, but I'm only a casual battler. My brother has been a professional trainer for a few years now, and loves borrowing Grapes because of how good in battle he is. We also live in Unova, where the Nidoran line is pretty rare.

My problem is if I should evolve Grapes into a Nidoking. It would be great for battles, but I don't have the resources to keep a Nidoking, so if he evolved he would be with my brother full time. I know Grapes would be happy with my brother, but he also seems happy here with me.

My brother hasn't specifically asked me to give him Grapes, but I know he would be thrilled if I gave him over. His main team right now is his Samurott, Leavanny, Lucario, Darmanitan, Krookidile, and Sigilith, which are all pretty well socialized, but do you think a Nidoking would get along with his team?

What do you think would be best for Grapes? Should I evolve him and give him to my brother, where I know he'll have fun battling basically every day, or keep him with me? I love Grapes, and I just want what's best for him.

i think it's very kind of you to be thinking about what's in grapes' best interest even if it means you might not be able to keep him. you're clearly a dedicated trainer!

this is something you need to have a serious talk with your brother about. a nidoking is really big commitment even for a battling team. they're extremely powerful and aggressive pokemon, and he already as a hands-on set of pokemon. it's typically recommended to only keep a nidoking if you have a nidoqueen as its companion. having a queen actually triggers hormonal changes in them that reduce aggression. it's a lot safer to raise a nidoking and nidoqueen together. i'd also be worried about potential conflict between grapes and his krookodile, as they're both aggressive and territorial ground types.

truthfully, a nidorino doesn't need to evolve to be an effective battler. in fact, the vast majority of nidoking populations are in captivity. they're very rare to see in the wild because most wild environments cannot support them. i think grapes would probably be just as happy battling as a nidorino as he would as a nidoking- if not more! it really does sound like his needs are being met aside from maybe giving him a little more battle time, and unfortunately that often isn't the case post-evolution for nidoking. it's not that i necessarily doubt your brother's capabilities so much as it's just so tough to keep a nidoking happy even on a battling team. and it really does sound like he's happy with you! i don't think he's suffering for not being on a full-time battling team.

ultimately, whether or not you decide to evolve him is your choice, but definitely sit down with your brother and talk over what it would mean for him to add grapes to his team. you might even want to talk with an evolution advisor- these are specialized pokemon behaviorists who help trainers decide whether to evolve their pokemon, often in the context of battling and in working around pre-existing teams. overall though it sounds like you're doing a great job with grapes!

[sordideuphemism]

For those struggling with similar immersion issues, here's what we do, expanding on the 'passive' perception ability rules.

First, you do know about the passive perception rules, right? Track the skill value + 10 for your characters for perception, insight, investigation. Compare those, silently, to your notes when relaying new information, and make sure those who meet a given threshold get the information. No interruptions, no asking for dice. If something feels 'off' to a player, or they want to take an active role in seeking something out, you can have them roll, but that's usually an exception.

The house rule portion is that I do the same for most knowledge abilities, depending on if the character belongs to a group who would see the world through the necessary lens. What does that mean?

Valen's a half-elf archaeologist who, until recently, only cared about how much wine the latest haul would bring in. His stomping grounds were sites of old Dwarven holds in the southlands. On top of his archaeologist ability to judge purpose of a site, I will tell him when things appear to use Dwarven design motifs, or make oblique references to Dwarven mythologies, with passive checks.

Thogurn's a dwarf Clan Crafter, with a focus on masonry. He gets the same passive checks, among others, with modifiers to difficulty because he's *lived in the culture for 200 years* as opposed to Valen. However, as his particular hold focuses on the 'Ancestral Worship' aspect of Dwarven mythology, he doesn't get this bonus when dealing with the 'Primordial' mythology - it's a subject for book learning and of little interest to 'modern' dwarves unless they're scholars. He also will recognize Dwarven stone architecture influences passively.

Alva's an human involuntarily-retired church investigator for a "younger" monotheistic religion, which feels odd to most of her companions given their polytheistic pantheons. Her church patrons were concerned with the encroachment of the arcane and 'wrong beliefs' into the faithful. Iconography, symbols, rites, ceremony - Alva's attuned to the way people talk about these things and how items of importance find themselves into focal points in homes, businesses, cultures. I give her passive rolls on relevant religion, arcana, etc checks.

Fenn's an old sailor who, after divine intervention, got locked up for 'insanity' until he figured out that not everyone could see the Work of Fweej about them, and carefully altered his way of speaking and acting until he could be released. He gets passive checks on sailing, weather, and insight checks, to mention a few.

Indi's a country bumpkin with a heart of gold and a weakness for conspiratorial thinking. He still gets passive insight and investigation checks, as he is deeply interested in his fellow man and what's going on with them. However, his player is prone to connect the dots to make Space Aardvarks instead of stick figures. =)

This speeds up *so* many things and, when I address a player to tell them what their character notices, makes everyone feel involved and not just those who dropped points into the min-max skills and stats.

If there was one thing I could retroactively erase from existence in the entire history of the tabletop RPG medium it would be the concept of using "perception checks" or "investigation rolls" or any similar mechanics in dungeon-crawling RPGs to determine if the PCs can see a detail in their environment.

"A DC 15 Perception roll is required to see..." "A DC 20 Investigation roll will reveal..." no. Shut up. If the thing is in plain sight or can be perceived with the senses by simply existing in this space and taking a look around then the PCs are perceiving it and describing it to the players is part of your role because you are their source of sensory information about the in-game world.

And if it's not in plain sight or deliberately concealed in some way then they simply DON'T perceive it but can reveal it by narratively interacting with their environment until one of their actions undoes whatever's concealing it, not rolling a die to see if they can Perceive Hard Enough to reveal it.

[ssentimentals]

socups or minghao soulmate au where they have soul animals that only the soulmate can touch and the soul animals are really intelligent and end up leading them to each other?

hi anonie! ooh, this is such an interesting idea, thank you so much for sharing it with me :') hopefully you will like it and sorry for taking so long :(

prompt: soul animals

seungcheol huffs, watching his eagle spread his wings and take a leap without even looking back at him. lately, his soul animal has been restless, flying off more often than usual, leaving seungcheol alone for hours. he supposes it's a normal thing for eagles to do once they're in the new territory, but he can't help but feel incredibly guilty. bond with soul animals is a unique one: all feelings and thoughts are transparent between each other, so there's no way kkuma didn't feel seungcheol's nerves regarding moving to a different city. he's a bit terrified of the prospect of not knowing anyone and starting a new job, but he's also strangely hopeful in this naive way, when everything inside you wants to believe that something good will happen. he knows kkuma can feel it all, just like he can feel deep longing from him. 'what is it, buddy?' he asks once his eagle returns. kkuma is huge and sitting next to cheol with his claws grasping the bench, he attracts attention of everyone in the park. 'what's wrong?'

kkuma doesn't answer, not really. but the feeling of longing intensifies, paired with giddy excitement. cheol raises his eyebrow questioningly, reaching out to gently ruffle dark brown feathers. last time he felt same emotions from kkuma was when he met minghao's owl and they became best friends. chances of kkuma hitting off with another animal in past few days are slim, but seungcheol asks anyway: 'have you...met someone?'

kkuma nods. with a loud gurgle, he points towards the small lake in front of them. this park is right next to cheol's new apartment and they've been coming here for the past few days since moving in. 'someone on the lake?' he asks and kkuma nods. 'oh, nice. like.. a friend?'

their bond shivers and sings with a different emotion. one that cheol thought he'd never feel after he broke up with his ex. with a dry throat, he turns fully to his eagle, finding kkuma looking right at him with his piercing black eyes. cheol's ex wasn't his soulmate - she couldn't touch kkuma, but he thought it didn't matter at that time. he generally never really cared for soulmates, but the possibility of having one leaves him breathless. 'kkuma.. are you sure?'

his eagle nods. through their bond kkuma sends him strong sense of confidence and calmness, willing his owner to calm down and trust him. cheol smiles, petting kkuma's head. 'i do trust you, buddy. lead me to them, yeah?'

and lead kkuma does. in the most unconvinient time though - three days later seungcheol is in the middle of a loud argument with house manager due to lack of heating in his apartment, when kkuma suddenly barges into the room through the window, clawing at cheol's shoulders in a rather violent way. 'shit, that hurts- kkuma! i can't right now-' cheol stops, feeling urgency that rushes through the bond. 'wha- what's happening? what's wrong?'

lightly flapping his wings, kkuma cried out, physically dragging cheol towards the window. huffing in annoyance, seungcheol tries to fight against it, but to no use - his eagle only cries louder and digs his claws into his shoulders deeper. 'fuck- okay, i'm going, i'm going!' turning to house manager, cheol mutters: 'i'll be back and this heating issue is not over.'

he's annoyed and frustrated, but all these feelings vanish when he realizes that kkuma is taking him to the lake. seungcheol instantly spots the reason of kkuma's urgency - the most beautiful white swan he's ever seen is waiting by the water, a picture of grace and beauty.

'whoa,' seungcheol breathes out, stopping short of the swan. 'what a beauty.'

kkuma seems to think the same if the way he spreads his wings to show off is any sign. swan lets kkuma come closer and seungcheol gasps at the intense feeling of joy that surges through the bond. it's overwhelming; he barely manages to stand upright, watching as swan and eagle circle around each other. he turns when light footsteps echo close to him and when he sees you - he knows. it's crazy how he instantly knows that it's you. his soulmate.

'he's incredible,' you breathe out, your eyes locked on kkuma.

his eagle preens under the praise and steps closer to you. seungcheol watches in awe as you reach out and your hand settles gently at the top of kkuma's head. it doesn't go through it - you actually touch him. only soulmates can touch soul animals, seungcheol's heart skips a beat and yours does too - you look up at him in shock.

'hi,' he breathes out. surprised, awed. 'wow.'

'hi.' you sound just as breathless as him.

there's beat of silence and then you laugh, more out of shock than of anything else. seungcheol gets it, he really does; it's unbelievable. yo are unbelievable.

'they like each other,' you say, motioning to your soul animals.

seungcheol looks at them and then looks back at you. 'yeah.'

there's hope unleashing in his chest, his bond with kkuma sings with anticipation and excitement. you smile at him hesitantly and seungcheol reaches out for your hand. there's beat and then your fingers close around his too. he has a feeling that you two will like each other too. he has a feeling that he will not be lonely.

a/n: what an idea that was, loved it!! hopefully you did too <3 - nini

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[theclowningbusiness]

A Necessary Conversation

Pairing: Logan Howlett (X2) x Reader 

Tropes: Shy girl, flirty guy

Warnings: Kissing

Other tags: Logan being hot, reader is a mutant but there are no details about what her mutation is/does, nobody good dies bc I said so, fuck Stryker tho, mention of reader almost falling off the Statue of Liberty in X1, mention of reader shaving her legs (is that even something I need to add HELP LMAO)

Background: You’re a mutant living at the x-mansion and you’ve had eyes on Logan ever since he first arrived.

Description: Logan returns from his solo trip to Alkali Lake and you greet him at the door. You manage to embarrass yourself, but thankfully you get interrupted by Marie. Later, you run into Logan again, but before the conversation can go too far, you’re interrupted by Stryker showing up at the mansion. When the dust finally settles, you and Logan finally get the chance to talk.

    You’d been waiting for Logan to come back since the day he left. He’d given you his dog tags the day he left, asking you to keep them safe for him. Since then, you've carried them with you everywhere.

    While you were in your room working on something that Charles wanted you to take a look at, you swore you could hear the sound of Scott’s motorcycle outside. That couldn’t be, Logan had taken it for his trip. There was no way.

   Getting up from where you’d been sitting in your bed, you made your way over to the window and peeked out. When you saw Logan climbing off of the motorcycle, your eyes lit up. Unable to help yourself, you rushed out of your room and down the hall. As you reached the steps, you went down two at a time.

    By the time you made it to the front door, Logan was standing there, his bag still slung over his shoulder. He looked just the same as he had when he left, which was really no surprise. When he spotted you, he gave you a small smile.

    You ran towards him, nearly tackling him in a bear hug. Your arms wrapped over his shoulders, while his responded by wrapping around your waist. Not wanting to be clingy, you let go before too much time could pass.

    “You miss me?” He asked with a smile, which, knowing Logan, was really more of a smirk.

    “We all did,” you replied, not wanting to make it seem like you had missed him any more than anyone else, even if you had.

    “How have things been here?” He hummed, tilting his head as he waited for your answer.

    “Same as always, chaotic,” you joked. “Last week, a kid blew a hole through the wall in the kitchen by accident when he sneezed. How was your trip? You find what you were looking for?” You asked curiously.

    “Kinda,” he shrugged, “I’ve gotta talk to Chuck about it. How have you been?” He questioned.

    “I’ve been alright,” you replied. “I’ve been working on something Charles wanted me to take a look at. So far, I haven’t been able to get too far with it, but I’ve got a few more ideas to try before I give up.”

    Logan nodded as you spoke, seemingly interested in what you were saying.

    “Oh, before I forget,” you hummed, “I have something for you.” Before he could ask what it was, you raised your arm and smacked him on the chest. You tried not to let your thoughts linger on how much muscle was there. “That’s for being gone so long.”

    “That your way of saying you missed me?” He teased.

    “Okay, maybe I did miss you, just a little,” you relented, crossing your arms.

    “Just a little?” He raised a brow. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

    “Fine, maybe more than a little,” you huffed. “I even started missing those little tufts of hair that look like cat ears,” you joked.

    “I’ve been here for less than ten minutes and you’re already insulting me,” Logan sighed, feigning offense.

    “I’m just messing with you. Your hair is fine, Logan. It’s honestly more than fine, it’s good, it suits you,” you began to ramble, as if you couldn’t stop yourself from letting the words come out of your mouth. “You look good, too, not just your hair. I mean, you’re a good looking guy-” Before you could continue, Logan cut you off by clearing his throat.

    “Are you flirting with me right now?” He grinned, exposing the sharp points of his canine. That just shouldn’t be allowed when you’re already flustered. Not when his smile looked like a smirk and it basically invited you to kiss him.

    “What?” You asked, trying to seem nonchalant. You could feel your cheeks heating up from his question. “Psh, no,” you shook your head. “Me? Flirt? No, not at all.”

    “Maybe you should,” he shrugged, once again tilting his head.

    You didn’t even have time to process his words- nevermind reply- when Marie made her way over, greeting Logan. You took that as your opportunity to excuse yourself, running off to your room to try and sort out what Logan must’ve meant.

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    For the rest of the day, you hadn’t seen Logan again. But he had said he needed to talk to Charles, so you were sure he was busy with that, along with unpacking and being greeted by everyone.

    That led you to now. You sat in the kitchen eating some Doritos when Logan walked in. He wore a tank top and some jeans, and you decided that there really should be a law against his arms being exposed.

    “Hey,” you greeted, nodding your head at him as he took a few more steps into the kitchen. 

    He gave you a grunt in reply, which wasn’t all that unusual. He certainly wasn’t the most talkative man. You watched as he started looking around in the fridge.

    “If you’re looking for a beer, there isn’t any,” you chuckled. “This is a school,” you reminded him. “There’s some Dr.Pepper in there, though.”

    Logan sighed, but grabbed a bottle of the soda and closed the fridge. He turned towards you and leaned against the counter, popping the bottle open.

    “What’re you doing down here so late?” He spoke before taking a sip from his soda.

    “Didn’t feel like sleeping,” you hummed, then nodded to your laptop that lay on the counter next to you. “Plus, I was still working on that project Charles gave me until about ten minutes ago. I realized I was too tired to make sense of anything. What’s your excuse?” You joked.

    “Couldn’t sleep,” he answered, reaching over to take a chip from your bowl and eat it.

    “Can I ask you something?” You started, leaning your head on one hand.

    “Shoot,” he replied with a small nod.

    “What did you mean earlier?” Your voice was small, nervous. “When you said I should flirt with you?”

    Instead of replying, Logan held a hand up at you. He furrowed his brows and you could see his ears perking up. You’d seen him do it before, and you knew he must hear something that he was concerned about.

    Next thing you knew, you were ducking behind the counter while a gun went off overhead.

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    You were relieved that things were over. You’d found out a lot, about Logan and Alkali lake, about Stryker. It was just a weight being lifted when the dust settled. Now, you took the chance to relax a little. You’d found a nice tree outside the mansion and laid a blanket down to sit on. It was peaceful, and that was what you really needed right now.

    As you sat with your back against the tree, you caught movement out of the corner of your eyes and turned your head to see what it was. It was Logan, walking towards you with his hands tucked in his pockets.

    “How’d you know where I was?” You asked curiously once he was close enough to talk to without shouting.

    Instead of replying with words, he just pointed to his nose.

    “Right,” you nodded with a smile, “Can’t hide from the guy with the nose of a bloodhound.”

    “That, and Scott told me when I asked if he’d seen you,” he smiled, sitting down next to you on your blanket and leaning back against the tree.. “What’re you doing out here alone?”

    “Trying to decompress from all that shit we went through,” you answered honestly.

    “How’re the cuts healing?” He asked, leaning in to get a better look. 

    During the fighting, you’d managed to cut open your forehead and the bridge of your nose. Luckily, that was the worst of your injuries. 

    “I’m fine. They’re just superficial,” you shrugged.

    “I should’ve killed Stryker years ago, then none of this would’ve happened,” he sighed, blaming himself for the entire situation, along with the cuts on your face.

    “Lo, really, I’m fine,” you assured. “Everyone is fine, this isn’t your fault.”

    Logan nodded and leaned back again, looking out in the distance in front of the two of you. You did the same, smiling. It was a beautiful day, perfect for relaxing.

    “Y’know, we never got the chance to finish our conversation,” Logan stated.

    “Yeah, we kinda got interrupted,” you chuckled, trying to ignore the pit of nerves growing in your stomach. “We have time to talk now.”

    “You asked me what I meant when I told you that you should flirt with me,” Logan began, turning his head to look at you. “I meant exactly what I said. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to flirt with me. I’m into you.”

    “Oh.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Logan ‘emotionally stunted’ Howlett was confessing his feelings for you, even if he didn’t use so many words to say it. You turned your body so you could fully give him your attention.“I feel the same,” you admitted, your cheeks warming, “I was just too nervous to say anything.”

    “I know,” Logan smiled at you, “That’s why I decided to make the first move, even if it did end up making you get a little flustered and run away.”

    “In my defense, I didn’t know if you were serious or not. Didn’t know if I should think anything of it, or if I should just brush it off as you teasing me,” you reasoned.

    “C’mere,” Logan hummed, gesturing for you to scoot closer to him.

    You did as he wanted, and his hand reached up to hold the side of your neck, his fingertips resting in the hair on your nape. His thumb ran over the hinge of your jaw slowly. Using his gentle grip on your neck, he carefully led your face closer to his. His grip was light enough that you could pull away if you wanted to, but there was no way you wanted to.

    You weren’t sure how long it took for him to pull you in, but then his lips hit yours. The taste of his cigars was still on his lips as they moved smoothly with yours. He was surprisingly gentle, as if he was trying not to spook you.

    One of your hands lifted to hold the side of his face. You smiled softly, feeling the hair that covered his jaw under your fingers and palm.

    It was too soon when he pulled back just enough to speak, but he had no chance to get a word out before your lips were once again covering his. Now that you’d had a taste, you couldn’t get enough. He was surprised, but chuckled. He kept his lips moving with yours as he grabbed your hips and led you to straddle his lap.

    When you were comfortable on his lap, you slowly pulled your lips away from his.

    “Someone’s eager,” he teased, letting out a content hum when both of your hands settled against his chest.

    “I’ve waited long enough for this,” you defended with a small smile. “I’ve had eyes for you since you first came here. Then you left, and I had to pine after you the whole time you were gone,” you sighed dramatically, but the smile never left your face.

    “You poor thing,” he gave you an overdramatic pout.

    “But, that does remind me, I do have something for you,” you hummed.

    “If you’re about to hit me again, can I get a warning?” He deadpanned.

    “No, I’m serious this time,” you laughed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out Logan’s dog tags. You grabbed one of his hands and placed the chain and tags on his palm. “I believe these belong to you.” You closed his hand and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.

    “Knew they’d be safe with you,” he smiled, not his usual, teasing, grin. It was soft, warm. It felt like the smile came straight from his heart.

    He opened his hand and looked at the dog tags. Then, he seemed to make a decision and grabbed them, removing the dog tag attached to the shorter chain. He clasped the shorter chain back together and held it out to you.

    You took it, confused on why he was giving it back.

    Logan picked up on your confusion- of course he did, the man didn’t miss anything- and spoke.

    “If you’re gonna be my girl, I want you to have it,” he answered your confusion as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Want you to keep it safe for me for a while longer.”

    “I’ll keep it with me all the time, I promise,” you grinned, unable to resist leaning in for another soft kiss. “I’ll keep it safe.”

    “And I’ll keep you safe,” Logan replied, pecking your lips. He then placed a gentle kiss to each of the cuts on your face.

    “You always have. You did kinda keep me from falling off the Statue of Liberty once,” you joked.

    “But I didn’t this time,” he cringed as he looked at the cuts on your face.

    “Logan, I’ve had worse injuries from shaving my legs,” you laughed softly. “I promise you, I am absolutely fine.”

    “Okay,” he nodded, relaxing as you pressed your forehead to his. “I trust you.”

    Logan’s hands on your hips lifted you off his lap and sat you on the blanket next to you. He laid down fully on the blanket, using one arm to prop his head up. You had no time to question it before he opened his other arm for you.

    You smiled and laid down on the blanket next to him, tucking your face into his shoulder. In response, he wrapped his arm around you to hold you close.

    “I’m glad we talked,” you said softly, tracing random patterns over his chest with your fingers.

    “Me too,” he agreed, giving you a squeeze with the arm that was around you.

[t1oui]

i said i was going to talk about why suzanne collins used the raven perfectly in sunrise on the reaping (and i haven’t seen many people talking about this) so here i am to talk about it. 

if you don’t know, the poem lenore dove’s name comes from is “the raven” by edgar allen poe. i know the final chapter(s) of sotr include a lot of the poem, but i still suggest that people go and read the entire thing. as haymitch says at some point in sotr, maybe a few times, “the raven” is about a man losing his lover, lenore, and being super depressed about it while a raven shows up to fuck with him. interesting premise, right?

now, we already see some of the poem coming true in sunrise on the reaping, and haymitch acknowledges this: haymitch, acting in the role of the poet, loses lenore dove (who is, of course, lenore). haymitch compares himself to the poet, getting depressed about his lost love. but something i haven’t seen people talking about, and something haymitch himself never mentions, is the fact that some (including me) believe “the raven” is about a man sad about losing his lover who he accidentally killed. see, haymitch hasn’t sat around analyzing “the raven”, but i have, and i am here to tell you about this connection and its relation to sunrise on the reaping.

if you’ve read sotr you probably know where i’m going with this, but before i go there, i want to tell y’all about why i believe that in “the raven” the poet (otherwise known as the man whose perspective the poem is from) accidentally killed lenore. and why do i think this? allusions! 

what is an allusion, you ask? according to wikipedia, an allusion is as follows: “allusion, or alluding, is a figure of speech that makes a reference to someone or something by name (a person, object, location, etc.) without explaining how it relates to the given context, so that the audience must realize the connection in their own minds.” 

in other words, an allusion is a reference to someone or something specific (you cannot allude to a concept like death, for example) for the purpose of giving readers/viewers a deeper understanding of what they are consuming, should they pick up on the allusion. obviously we are given some context for “the raven”’s presence in sotr — it is lenore dove’s name poem, and it relates to haymitch’s own feelings about losing lenore dove. but there are more aspects of the poem, like that accidental killing thing, that you would not know about if you haven’t read and extensively analyzed “the raven”. 

so, why do the allusions in “the raven” make me believe that the poet is to blame for lenore’s death? well, first off, let’s identify some allusions. let me just say, there are a lot of allusions, and i am not going to talk about all of them, but i will talk about a few that support my point.

first: stanza 7, line 5, which reads, “perched upon a bust of pallas just above my chamber door”. pallas is most commonly known as another name for the goddess athena, but pallas is also the name of a close friend of athena’s who athena accidentally killed. athena was incredibly sad about the death of her friend, and she ended up creating a statue of pallas in pallas’s honor. that’s not super important, but hey: explicit allusion to a myth of a goddess accidentally killing somebody she deeply cared about. 1 point for the accidental murder of lenore theory.

onto the second allusion that i believe best supports my point. now, i’ll admit, this one is a bit more of a stretch, but stay with me, alright? stanza 15, line 1: ““prophet!” said i, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!”

prophet. now, i may be a bit of a greek mythology nerd (alongside, y’know, a hellenic polytheist), but i saw this part of the poem where the poet addresses the raven as a prophet and immediately thought of apollo. apollo, best known as the greek god of the sun, is also the greek god of prophecy. ravens are one of his sacred animals. well, you ask, what does apollo have to do with accidental murder? even more than athena, in my opinion, at least in the context of “the raven”. 

see, here’s a myth many people have at the very least heard of: apollo and hyacinthus. hyacinthus was a spartan prince and one of apollo’s lovers. now, there are a few versions of the myth of hyacinthus’s death, but the most relevant (and well-known, i think) version in this case is the version where, during a game of discus, apollo accidentally hits hyacinthus in the head, killing him. accidental murder strikes once again, and with yet another (possible) allusion to greek mythology.

but, one final allusion. stanza 15, line 5: “is there—is there balm in gilead?—tell me—tell me, i implore!” gilead is a region known specifically for its medicinal/healing balm, which is clearly being referenced here. i, personally, believe that the reason the poet was asking the raven this is because he is wondering if there was a way he could’ve saved (or healed) lenore.

now, let’s connect all this to sunrise on the reaping.

we all know that haymitch didn’t outright kill lenore dove himself, but through both his actions of rebellion and his feeding lenore dove one of the poisoned gumdrops, there is an argument to be made that haymitch is somewhat at fault for lenore dove’s death. as we also know, haymitch — of course — tries to save lenore dove once he realizes she’s been poisoned. he first tries to get her to throw up the gumdrops she had, but when that doesn’t work, haymitch asks lenore dove if she has any charcoal tablets, which saved him when he was poisoned in the arena. in my opinion, the charcoal tablets seem like a reference to that line about balm in gilead. haymitch accidentally has a hand in the death of lenore dove, and — like the poet in “the raven” — he tries to save her, but is ultimately unsuccessful. this sends him into a spiral. now, it does look up for haymitch in the end, as he doesn’t straight-up die like the poet of “the raven” does, but hey. that’s not what this analysis is about.

this analysis is really all here just for me to say that suzanne collins utilizes “the raven” in such an interesting, expansive way that most readers won’t ever fully appreciate or understand, and i want more people to know. (also, while reading “the raven” can give you a better understanding of sotr, i read sotr before analyzing “the raven” and i can report that it works both ways. sotr definitely helped me analyze “the raven” and what it’s about.)

so, yeah. dislike sunrise on the reaping all you want, but you can’t deny all the thought, work, and research that clearly went into it, bc this is 1) super cool and 2) a level of attention to detail that i strive to have as a writer myself.

[kittykatkatelol]

answering all these now for the sillies

🌕 - we needed a placeholder name, so we did a play on the name Fault in Our Stars, but instead it's Fallout in Our Stars, since our host is around 4 characters from Fallout and our headmates are all Fallout fictives - the name just kinda stuck lol

🌔 - The closest we have is our Vulpes fictive being a fox therian and our host being a physical nonhuman (a demon)

🌓 - Our host is the one with the unique names with Daímonas, Roxxas, Faraday, Vulpes, and Kellogg - but Vulpes and Arcade have the more unique names if you don't count our host.

🌑 - Not that we are aware of? Very possible, no clue though

⭐️ - I'd say Six tbh, Vulpes might talk a lot, and Nick might be cofronting a lot, but Six is the most properly social

💫 - We celebrate Nick's birthday on Valentine's day, mainly as a joke since he's Nick Valentine, but I don't have a doubt if we figured out someone's birthday or they chose a birthday, we'd celebrate it then, separate from the body's

✨️ - Vulpes.

🔭 - Our Vulpes fictive is our crusifier. Nick is a comforter, but not sure if that's really a non-typical role

🚀 - Not really sure. Vulpes has a huge interest in anything Roman, Arcade has a decent interest in doctoring stuff, not really sure what everyone else's big interests are, but I wouldn't say either of those is wildly out there, since our host is really into doctoring stuff and half the system is from the Legion and by proxy has an interest in Roman stuff (though Vulpes is the only one truly invested)

☄️ - Nope. Only our host is alt - a mix of emo and scene

🌍 - No. Maybe someday, but as I said before, we are all from Fallout - a few of us are from Fallout New Vegas, a few of us are from Fallout 4

🪐 - Our youngest is 8, Lupa, and our oldest is probably Nick. We don't know how old he is, I don't think he knows himself, but he was built by the Institute before anyone else was born (or if we have the dates wrong, which is entirely possible, he still is easily the oldest), so probably him.

🌙 - the morals of slavery. no i will not be elaborating

👽 - Vulpes likes talking about slavery - it's because of his source and his morals, we don't question it, just keep him from saying it through the body - so we get some really wild out of context quotes were all from him, most notable is probably "see, this is why child slavery is good, keeps them quiet and compliant" or smth like that, it's been a bit since he said that. Also, yesterday our Courier Six fictive, "wow, Jesus sure had a thing for feet. And this pastor. Why does everyone here have a foot fetish" (context, we were at church, and they were talking about jesus washing feet)

🌌 - Not that I'm aware of. Lupa might every now and then play a small "prank", usually just hiding someone's things for a few minutes or something just as small and minor that's just kinda inconvenient, no one really cares though just her being a kid and having some fairly innocent fun

🌠 - Our host is front stuck, I believe. He rarely, if ever, leaves front fully, so we don't really know. We only co-front

🛰 - Usually Nick tells me when someone new has formed. Before I realized we were plural, I randomly would hear Vulpes yelling about something. He is very loud, and he is still my way of confirming we are still plural most of the time

🌝 - Vulpes bought a fox tail, he is the only one who really has made a purchase

System Ask Game

🌕 - If Your System Has A Name, What Is The Story Behind It?

🌔 - Do you Have Any Nonhuman Or Human Adjacent Headmates? Any That Are A Unique/Non-Typical Species?

🌓 - What Is The Most Unique Name A Headmate In Your System Has?

🌑- Does Anyone In Your System Have Food Preferences That Differ Greatly From Others In Your System?

⭐️ - Who Is The Most Social?

💫 - Does Anyone Celebrate A Birthday Different From The Body's Birthday?

✨️ - Who Is The "Problem Child" Of Your System? (Not Necessarily In A Negative Way)

🔭 - Anyone With A "Non-Typical" Role?

🚀 - Are There Any Headmates With Wildly Differing Interests From The Rest Of The System?

☄️ - Do You Have Any Alt Headmates? (Emo,Goth,Etc)

🌍 - Do You Have Any Introjects From Obscure Sources? (Not Including Oc-tives)

🪐 - What Is The Age Of Your Oldest Headmate? The Youngest?

🌙 - What Is The Most Ridiculous Thing Your System Has Argued Over?

👽 - The Strangest,Most Off Putting,Or Silliest Thing A Headmate Has Said?

🌌 - Is There A Headmate Who Likes To Play Pranks On The Rest Of The System?

🌠 - Who Is The Most Noticeable When Fronting?

🛰 - What Is The Strangest Way You've Discovered A Headmate?

🌝 - What Is The Strangest Purchase Someone In The System Has Made?

[blythedolly]

greenlight.

—♡ leon kennedy has been assigned as the personal bodyguard of a prominent popstar. as they spend time together, a strong connection develops and they both become eager to evolve beyond his protective roll.

—♡ warnings: bodyguard!leon, popstar!reader, slowburn romance, smut, rough sex, teasing, nipple play, oral sex (r!receiving), dom!leon, unprotected sex, size kink, breeding kink?, pet names, fluff, leon is a few years older than reader

—♡ a/n: i’ve been writing this for a while now, it’s quite long (5k words) so grab a snack! thank u for all of ur support <3

“please refrain from protesting this decision, it is essential and entirely non-negotiable at this point. we cannot afford to take any risks,” your manager stated, her tone both stern and maternal. you suppressed an eye roll and responded, crossing your arms against your butternut-colored corset top, 

“i wasn’t going to protest, please have a little faith in me, sylv. a bodyguard will enhance my sense of safety. so, why not go ahead with it?” 

“absolutely, i’m glad you’re on board,” she expressed, relief evident in her voice. you smiled at her. she consistently looked out for your best interests. you had been discussing the matter of hiring a bodyguard for several months now. since your recent surge in fame had arisen unexpectedly, the overwhelming nature of this transition had been significant. being a woman in the public eye added additional complexities, with every move being scrutinized and recorded. this was undeniably dangerous when alone. in hindsight, it seemed somewhat absurd that your ‘safety’ required a person to follow you at all times, yet the current world can be awful and unsettling. you absently twirled a strand of your soft hair around your fingers adorned with silver rings. 

“you mentioned that you are already familiar with him..? what is he like?” your gaze met hers, curiosity arose.

“he’s.. quiet and tends to be reserved. it is challenging to draw much from him in conversation. at least in my experience. however, what matters most is that he is strong and has been in the federal service since he was 19,” she replied. “he’s more than capable of protecting you.”

“does he even know who i am?” you inquired, your naiveté eliciting laughter from sylv, prompting you to roll your eyes. 

“everyone is aware of your identity at this point, my dear. that is precisely why we’re having this conversation,” she smirked. “now that you have agreed to my recommendation, i will arrange a meeting time for the two of you to become acquainted, so to speak, since he will be accompanying you consistently from now on. do you have a particular preference for the location?” 

“uh… here, i guess? i assume he will be residing here with me?” 

“that is correct. the house is quite empty with just you in it, so i’m sure you will manage. regardless, i believe you will appreciate his company,” she stated. 

“oh, is that so?” you raised an eyebrow, curious about her implication. “are you suggesting that he is attractive?” 

“i shall leave that for you to determine, it’s far more entertaining that way. but let's just say i know your type” she winked. “he will respect your space, so there is no need for concern.” leaning back against the plush cushions of your sofa, which were exquisitely suited to your taste, you gazed at your faint reflection in the window beside you. “i didn’t think it’d be like this,” you whispered, though your voice was audible enough for her to hear. 

“i understand,” she sighed. “but, we cannot afford to take further risks. this is for your own safety and well-being. i would not have recommended it if i did not believe it to be absolutely necessary,” she reasoned, and you nodded in acknowledgment.

 “yeah, i understand. thank you for looking out for me,” you replied with a smile, which she mirrored. 

“i will always look out for you, and so will he.” 

once sylv left, you realized that this was likely your last night spent alone. while it was an emotional awareness, there was a sense of relief that you would soon have someone with you. even if this meant sacrificing your solitude, safety remained the main concern. 

sylv returned the following morning, as punctual as ever. you approached the door to let her in, a hairbrush in hand, busily arranging your soft, bouncy locks. your eyes met hers, quickly revealing your confusion regarding his whereabouts. “do not give me that look, he will arrive shortly,” she replied, as you rolled your eyes while she closed the door and sauntered into the living room, dramatically sinking onto the couch. 

“are you feeling nervous?”

 “duh! i am about to meet the man who will essentially become my shadow for an indeterminate period,” you responded, your tone firm yet tinged with anxiety. sylv chuckled, finding your apprehension endearing. “

you will be fine, trust me.” a sudden chime from the doorbell startled you, eliciting a gasp. you glanced towards sylv, seeking reassurance. placing your brush down, you sat forward, observing closely as sylv walked to open the door for the man who would now be your protector. 

“leon, it is a pleasure to see you again,” sylv welcomed him as she opened the door, allowing him to enter.

“likewise,” he replied. you felt a lump in your throat as you processed his deep and gravelly voice, an unexpected reaction that caused your heart to race—how embarrassing. you took a moment, mentally gathering yourself. standing up, you shifted your gaze toward him, awaiting his entrance. 

and there he was. 

at an impressive height of around six feet, he towered over you. his light blonde hair was unexpected, yet it added a unique flair. however, your primary focus rested on his muscular physique. they were the most formidable you had ever encountered. the sight was intimidating yet prompted your imagination to wander. his biceps alone were prodigious, indicating that protecting you would not pose a challenge for him. “uh, hi i’m—” you began to introduce yourself, feeling flustered. he offered a reassuring smile, sensing your nervousness. 

“i know,” he stated. “i’m leon, leon kennedy.” he extended his hand toward you, positioned just above your waist, awaiting the contact of your hands for a cordial greeting. you met his hand with your own, offering a soft smile as warmth crept into your cheeks. his hand enveloped yours, emphasizing the size difference. 

“it is a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard good things about you,” you said, glancing at sylv. “this is my house. i’ll show you around, and you can pick whichever bedroom you prefer. with the exception of mine, of course,” you added, flustered by the unintentional implication. “wait, that sounded rude. i didn’t mean it that way—” a deep chuckle arose from him, which was suddenly interrupted by sylv, who recognized your discomfort.

“relax, it’s okay,” sylv interjected with a teasing grin. “you’ve got this. just breathe.” you shot her a grateful smile, feeling your anxiety start to disappear. leon’s demeanor was surprisingly calm, and his warm smile put you at ease. “lead the way,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. 

you turned to gesture towards the hallway, trying to avoid overthinking everything. as you walked, you pointed out rooms, describing each one with a hint of nervous excitement. “this is the living room where i spend most of my time watching stuff,” you began, a hint of pride creeping into your tone. “and that’s the kitchen, but i’m no chef, so don't expect any gourmet meals.” leon chuckled softly, nodding as he took in the cozy atmosphere of your home. “i’m sure we’ll figure something out if you ever need help in the kitchen.” 

“sure, if you can handle my disastrous cooking,” you laughed lightly, trying to keep the mood light. you showed him the spare room, which was sparsely decorated but held the essentials. “this will be your room,” you explained. “feel free to make it your own, if that helps. i want you to feel comfortable.” 

“thanks, i appreciate that,” he replied, appearing genuinely grateful. “i’ll make sure it doesn’t feel too much like a jail cell.” you both shared a smile, and for a moment, the nervousness dissolved into a pleasant camaraderie. as you moved back to the living area, your mind was racing with questions.

 “do you... um, do you have any experience doing this kind of work?” you hesitated but felt the need to know more about the person who would be by your side. 

“yeah,” he answered, his voice steady. “i’ve been in protective services for a few years now, mostly with high-profile clients and political families. i take it seriously, and i want you to feel safe.” the gravity of his words sunk in, and you nodded, gratitude washing over you. 

“woah, that gives me some peace of mind.” 

“good,” he replied, his eyes locking onto yours. there was an intensity in his gaze that made your heart race. “my priority will be your safety, always.” you had no doubt about it now. leon was not just someone playing a role, he took his job seriously. and despite the awkwardness of the situation, a part of you felt grateful to have him there. as the day progressed, you found yourself easing into the strange dynamic between you both. he was quiet, respectful, but clearly observant. it was comforting, having someone who seemed to genuinely care about your safety without invading your personal space. 

“you know,” sylv chimed in later, while the three of you caught a late lunch together, “having someone watching out for you might not be so bad after all.” 

“yeah, i guess not,” you agreed, stealing a glance at leon. “it’s just… different.” 

“change is always hard,” he said softly. “but i promise you, i’ll make this as easy as possible.” the afternoon turned into evening, and as you settled into a routine of light conversation and casual jokes, you found yourself surprised by how quickly you adapted to leon’s presence. maybe the arrangement wouldn’t be as difficult to adapt to as you thought. 

“thanks for being here,” you said genuinely, as the hour grew late. leon looked up to meet your gaze, the corners of his mouth turning upward in a soft smile. 

“thanks for giving me a chance,” he replied, and in that moment, something shifted—you realized that maybe this could be the start of something outside of his job.

as the days turned into weeks, you grew more accustomed to having leon around. his calm presence became a comforting backdrop to your new reality. the initial awkwardness of your arrangement slowly faded, replaced by an ease that surprised you both. you would often catch him stealing glances at you during meals, a curious spark in his blue eyes that made your heart flutter. his quiet strength was reassuring, but as time went on, you found yourself increasingly drawn to him in a way that felt new and exciting. 

one afternoon, after a particularly long day of interviews and fan interactions, you returned home feeling drained. you shuffled into the living room, collapsing onto the sofa. leon followed, “how are you feeling, doll?” you smiled, “i’m good,” you replied, smile growing as he sat down in the empty space next to you. 

the lightness of the moment felt like a shield against the pressures of your life. as you settled in, you couldn’t help but notice how the late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the room, highlighting the sharp angles of leon’s jaw and the slight shadow of stubble that added a rugged edge to his appearance. you shifted your gaze, your heart racing as a new awareness began to settle. “hey, what do you do when you’re not protecting me?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation light, even though your pulse quickened at his proximity. 

“well,” he paused, contemplating. “i enjoy hiking, reading, and… cooking. i’m a decent cook, if i do say so myself.” 

“really?” you arched your eyebrow. 

“i’d like to see you prove that. maybe we could make something tonight?” he regarded you with a hint of surprise, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features. 

“are you sure? i wouldn’t want to ruin your dinner plans.” 

“i’m already planning on a microwaved pizza,” you replied with a grin. “so you’d be an upgrade.” 

“alright, it’s a deal.” his smile widened, and in that moment, you felt a soft flutter of excitement at the idea of being closer to him, sharing that time in a more personal way. you attempted to teach him how to make a few of your favorite comfort dishes, despite your own limited skills. he'd laugh at your fails and encourage you to keep going, and you enjoyed watching him take the lead, his focus and precision in the kitchen impressive. through flour-covered countertops and bursts of laughter, the line between bodyguard and friend blurred, and you found yourself stealing glances at him when he wasn't looking—capturing moments that sent butterflies tumbling in your stomach. one evening, as you bustled around the kitchen, chopping vegetables for a stir-fry, leon slid a bowl of marinated chicken over to you. 

“let me take over,” he offered, stepping closer. his hands brushed against yours as he reached for the knife. the electricity in the air was palpable, and you felt your cheeks warm under his gaze. 

“okay, go ahead,” you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. he worked with a deftness that was mesmerizing, you found yourself drawn to how his hands moved, strong and capable. as he cooked, he glanced over at you occasionally, his gaze lingering just a moment too long before he turned back to the stove, a hint of something unspoken hanging in the air between you both. after dinner, you decided to settle on the couch for a movie night, the remnants of your meal still lingering in the air. you picked a lighthearted romance film, something to keep the mood easygoing. as the movie played, you nestled into the corner of the couch, and leon took the seat beside you, a welcome presence that was both comforting and thrilling. 

halfway through the film, you found yourself leaning into him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. he didn’t flinch or stiffen; instead, he gently adjusted his position, allowing you more room. with every shared laugh, every stolen glance, the electricity between you crackled like lightning in the warm summer air. as the movie continued, your eyes grew heavy. it certainly didn't help that the warmth of his bicep was pressed up against you. before you could even process, you switched off like a light. leon took it upon him to carry you to bed, your arms subconsciously wrapping around his neck as he moved you towards your bedroom.

as he gently laid you down on your bed, the softness of the sheets enveloped you, pulling you deeper into comfort. you felt a rush of warmth at the thought of him being there, watching over you as you drifted off to sleep. the last thing you registered before surrendering to slumber was the slight tension in the air easing, replaced by a sense of security that only leon’s presence could provide. he looked down at you, smiling as he admired how cute you looked. part of him just wished he could stay, but it wasn't right. this was a job, he didn't want to risk crossing any boundaries, potentially making you uncomfortable in any way. he took it upon himself to leave your room eventually, making his way to his own room for the night. 

he wasn't aware of the time, but he was suddenly stirred awake when he heard a soft knock at his door. obviously knowing it was you, he quickly got up to open the door. he saw you there, looking like an angel. your eyes and cheeks puffy from exhaustion. you stood there awkwardly in your nightgown, not being able to really read what he was thinking. 

“is everything okay?” leon asks, his tone as soft as butter. 

“i.. uh… i just don't wanna be alone right now, is that okay?” he smiled softly, his heart picking up the pace as he thought of the fact that you want to be with him right now, while you were clearly feeling quite vulnerable. 

leon stepped aside, allowing you to enter his room. the dim light cast a warm glow across the space, and he could tell you were hesitating, unsure of whether to enter or retreat. 

“you’re always welcome here,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. you stepped in, wrapping your arms around yourself as if seeking comfort. the vulnerability hanging in the air was palpable, and for a moment, neither of you spoke, simply stealing glances at each other. “would you like to sit?” leon gestured toward the edge of his bed. you nodded, feeling slightly shy about the uncharted territory, but the comfort of his presence was undeniable. as you settled onto the bed, he perched himself beside you, maintaining a respectful distance, yet the energy between you buzzed like static electricity. He was shirtless, adorned in nothing but a pair of grey sweats. you were mesmerized by his body… his muscles… his abs.

“i didn’t mean to disturb you,” you whispered, breaking the silence as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your gown. “i just—i don’t know. i don’t like being alone when i’m feeling this way.” “it’s okay,” he replied softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips. placing his large hand on the small of your back

 “i get it. i’d rather you feel safe than be alone.” he paused, turning a bit more toward you. “do you want to talk about it?” you shook your head, letting out a small laugh that held more than a hint of nerves. 

“not really. i think i just need some company.” 

“then that’s what we’ll do. i’m here for you,” he said, his sincerity washing over you like a warm blanket. as the minutes passed, you shifted slightly closer, drawn in by the tranquility he offered. his hand instinctively found its way to rest just beside yours, and you felt an almost magnetic pull to bridge the gap. 

“i feel like we’ve been dancing around this,” you said softly, a tinge of boldness creeping into your voice. “this is…different. us, i mean.” leon’s brow furrowed slightly in thought, and when he met your gaze, the intensity in his blue eyes made your heart race. 

“yeah, it is different. it shouldn’t be, but it is.” your breath hitched, as you took another leap of faith, allowing your fingers to brush against his. “i never expected to feel…like this. you know?” 

“i did,” he responded, his voice husky. the space between your bodies felt charged, with unspoken words hanging in the air like a spell waiting to be cast. you shifted even closer, emboldened by the undeniable chemistry that had been building since day one. “since the day we met, i felt this feeling,” he spoke honestly.

“what if we stopped pretending?” you murmured, partially afraid of where this could lead but needing to express the feelings that had blossomed in your chest. leon’s breath hitched as he processed your words, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. 

“are you sure about that?” you nodded, your heart pounding as you leaned into him, emboldened by a mix of trust and yearning. 

“i really am.” in an instant, the space between you vanished as he reached out, cupping your cheek with his large hand. the warmth of his palm ignited your senses, and your breath caught in your throat as he leaned closer. his lips brushed against yours softly at first, hesitant, searching for any sign of discomfort. when you responded with a gentle move forward, deepening the kiss, a wave of relief and desire swept over both of you. leon’s kiss was tentative at first, filled with an intoxicating mixture of tenderness and passion. he pulled you on top of him, wrapping an arm around your waist as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a delicious urgency. every worry, every moment of doubt dissipated as electricity coursed between you. when he finally pulled away, breathless, you were left in a daze, still feeling the warmth of his mouth against yours. his forehead rested against yours, and you could see the flicker of emotion in his eyes—a mix of surprise, excitement, and relief. 

“i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he admitted, his voice low and intimate. you smiled, a weight lifting off your shoulders. 

“you could never make me uncomfortable. only safe.” his eyes softened further, and without losing that connection, he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. “i don’t want to rush anything, but i also don’t want to hold back from this.” 

“neither do i,” you whispered, feeling a sense of clarity wash over you. in that moment, you realized you were not just two people trying to navigate an unusual arrangement anymore. you were two souls intertwined, bound by circumstances yet drawn together by something so much greater—an undeniable connection that felt both thrilling and tender. leon leaned in again, capturing your lips in a deeper kiss, exploring the rhythm of this new dance together. the world outside faded away, and all that existed was the sweetness of your connection—the laughter, the whispers, the warmth of shared laughter and the fragility of those soft moments. as time faded, you discovered an uncharted territory filled with romantic possibilities, trusting in him completely to navigate the vulnerability and excitement that lay ahead. and you knew, in your heart, you were no longer alone.

“i need you, leon. i want you,” you whined against his lips, feeling moisture seeping through your soft cotton underwear. he nodded his head, groaning subtly. internally thankful that you had given him the greenlight to do what he desperately desired.

“i need you. every sweet inch of you” he emits a low groan, the resonance of his voice producing a tangible effect that traverses through your body.

the tips of his fingers caress the skin underneath the straps of your nightgown, slowly peeling them down to reveal your soft, plump breasts. he swore his heart stopped beating at the sight. your nipples hardened at the exposure of the air, before you could process anything else, leons soft lips had latched themself onto your left nipple. your fingertips created crescent shapes on his chiseled biceps as his lips made contact with your sensitive, hardened bud. your heart raced as you finally experienced the touch that you had long desired. 

it wasn't long before his soft lips detached, quickly moving towards the other and latching on as if it was his life source. his desperation was so sensual, and you couldn't help but grind your hips against his, creating desired friction as pleasure shockwaves entranced your body. his hand slowly crept its way between your plushy thighs, his rough fingertips feeling like heaven against your delicate skin. 

“need to feel you inside, leon. i'm aching for you,” you whine, finally pushing his slow moving hand to the place you desired his touch the most. your aching, dripping cunt. 

“fuck,” he muttered deeply under his breath, his puffy lips still hovering against your nipple. however, it wasn’t long before his lips reconnected with yours again, delivering a kiss that felt intensely passionate and fervent, surpassing anything you had previously imagined. in that moment, you were fully present with the man who would go to great lengths for you, ready to fulfill any request you made. even if it killed him. his fingers trace small shapes against your lower slit, before raising them directly onto your clit. you moaned against his mouth, and that was all it took for something to awaken inside of leon. he flipped you onto your back, propping you up against the pillows to make sure you were comfortable. he peeled your soft nightgown down your legs and discarded it somewhere behind it, then followed the removal of your panties. he removed them quicker than he would've liked, but he needed you so bad, he didn't care anymore. he lowered his frame to rest in between your open thighs, his action causing you to spread them wider. you looked into his eyes as his admired your cunt. 

“fuck, look at you. is this all because of me, baby? did i do this to you?” you nodded your head, your fingers moving between your legs to nest in his soft hair. with that simple action, his face dove between your soft thighs, his tongue painting a thousand poems on your most delicate crevices. “oh, leon,” you moaned, feeling his firm tongue swirling around your slit, before licking around your bud and sucking with all of the power he seemed to have. “fuck!” you screamed, pulling his hair which caused a deep growl to vibrate against your aching parts. his entire mouth was on your pussy, collecting every single drop your body had to offer for him. you tasted heavenly, he wouldn't forgive himself if he wasted as much as a single drop. it only took a moment for you to begin unraveling on his tongue, your desperate hole clenching around his relentless tongue. “leon… m’gonna cum,” 

“good girl, cum for me. you’re all mine now, baby. always gonna be all mine,” his words sent you right over the edge, your frame vibrating against the mattress that smelt of his delicious cologne. leon didn't stop abusing your cunt with his tongue until he was sure there was nothing left. “how was that, baby? 

you were so blissfully fucked out and satisfied, but you craved more. you craved him. the feeling of him inside of you, the feeling of his hot seed filling you. drool began to pool in your mouth at the thought. your eyes travelled down to his sweatpants, a huge, prominent bulge poking out of the soft grey fabric. you reached out, finger tracing over the tip. 

“need you inside me, leon. s’all i need, to feel you cum inside me,” you whine, leon smiles. 

“oh yeah?” he clarifies, you shook your head in a yes motion. leon slipped his sweatpants down his legs, letting them fall to the floor. you moaned as his cock bounced up, hitting the patch of blonde hairs that adorned his navel. you didnt know what you wanted more, for him to fuck your pussy or for him to fuck your mouth. he gave himself a couple of token strokes, before placing his tip at your swollen slit. before you could process anything more, leon grabbed ahold of your trembling legs and threw them over his shoulders, before slamming his cock into you as deep as he possibly could. you were sure people 10 miles away would have heard your earth shattering scream. leon leaned down and kissed you passionately, wasting no time to set an unforgivable, brutal pace. 

your fingers scratched down his back, undeniably leaving marks that would require some tender love and care once you’d finished up. his thrusts were ravenous, animalistic even. the sweet leon you knew had become something else in this moment, and you weren't complaining whatsoever. he was tearing your delicate pussy apart, but that didn't matter. it was his pussy now. only his. he uses one hand to grip your face as he holds himself up with the other. “keep your eyes on me. don’t look away and don’t close your eyes,” he says. you immediately obey. 

“yes, leon,” you reply, and with that, he began thrusting even faster. hard and with no remorse. you never would have expected him to be rough like this, but you loved it. you were struggling to keep your eyes on him as he tore into you, moving his hand from your face to rest on your delicate neck as he kept his brutal pace. the headboard of the bed bashing against the plastered wall.

“leon.. leon!” you whimper as his divine cock abuses your g-spot in the most heavenly way imaginable, fucking your cunt within an inch of your little life as tears of pleasure falling down your soft, red cheeks. “so deep… feels so good… oh my god, leon,” your nails dug into his bare shoulders as you felt the familiar orgasmic sensation impending, walls clenching around his cock as your body prepares to let go. leon couldn't believe he'd managed to last this long, feeling his orgasm threaten to occur at any given moment with every little whine that spilled from your pretty lips. the delicious sounds only fueling him to fuck your perfect pussy more brutally.

“cum for me, baby. god, you’re so goddamn fucking tight,” he says, moving his hand that squeezed your throat between your warm bodies. as his fingers made contact with your clit, you were unable to hold off the pleasure. so you came around him, hard.

leon watches you closely in awe, the way you convulse under him, the way your eyes rolled back despite your desperate attempt to keep them on him like he’d asked, the way your pretty mouth flew open. that was more than enough to make him cum with a deep grunt, spilling his hot load directly into your cervix. his desperate grunts only seemed to prolong your heavenly orgasm.

both of your bodies were glazed with sweat, hot breaths meshing together as your faces remain only half an inch from each other. his breath smelling like the toothpaste he’d used to brush his teeth with moments before you came to see him, and the essence of your pussy. he moves his hand up to your face once you’d come down, his brutal demeanour completely vanishing as he cups your face, thumb sliding across your cheek to comfort you.

“you’re so perfect, holy fuck i’ve wanted you since the moment we met,” he broke the short lived silence, a smile gracing his face as he watched one form onto your own.

“you and me both,” you admit, heavy eyes locking with his once again. he leans down to kiss you, his hair tickling your glistened forehead. he chuckled and shook, causing you to smile. “what’s so funny, hm?” his eyes meet yours, holding you impossibly close to his body.

“i wanted to fuck you like a princess for our first time together, but you truly awakened something in me. i'm impressed,” he smiles, kissing the side of your neck. 

“why not indulge in both, leon? time is our playground,” you say with a playful smile, gently running your fingers through his tousled hair as the warmth of the moment envelops you. “i’m completely yours, leon—every beat of my heart.” 

“and i’m yours in every way that counts, angel. always,” he replies, his gaze locking onto yours, hinting at all the adventures yet to come. “just imagine what mischief we could get into together…” the possibilities linger in the air, leaving you both with a shared thrill for what lies ahead.

“i don’t think that’s something we have to imagine anymore, hm?” you tease, arching an eyebrow. “with us, reality is clearly bound to be far more entertaining than any daydream.”

[tobiosbbyghorl]

Language of Touch | psh 🔞

pairing: Sunghoon x Reader

wc: 7k+

synopsis: When Y/N, a newly arrived Filipino expat in Korea who looks Korean but barely speaks the language, meets Sunghoon — a cocky, confident local with broken English — sparks fly fast and messy. What starts as a charged encounter in a bar quickly spirals into a night neither of them can explain in words, where desire becomes the only language they understand. With equal confusion, clumsy teasing, and undeniable chemistry, they find themselves tangled in something far more intimate than they planned.

a/n: idea from this! sunghoon knows basic broken english so yeah..AND i didn’t notice they really didn’t properly introduce themselves so just imagine it! hehe enjoy 😋 i had fun writing it! lmk your thoughts:))

The club thrummed around her, a living thing — neon lights flashing against dark walls, bass vibrating up through the floor into Y/N’s bones. She sipped her drink, nerves still alive in her chest. A few days in Korea and already in some underground club downtown. It was stupid, she thought. Brave, maybe. But mostly stupid.

Then she felt eyes on her.

She turned — and froze.

Tall. Dark hair tousled messily. Sharp jawline, soft-looking lips. Broad shoulders that strained against a loose black shirt. His gaze locked onto her with lazy interest, head tilting as he said something she couldn’t catch over the noise — Korean, low and rich.

Y/N blinked. “I—Sorry, I don’t… speak Korean.”

He smirked, introducing themselves and stepping closer, undeterred. She caught the glint of amusement in his dark eyes as he motioned between them — pointed at her drink, then at the bar, raising an eyebrow.

Together?

She smiled, small and shy. “Yeah. Together.”

He didn’t need English for that.

⸻

Minutes later, they sat in a dark booth, the noise slightly muffled. He slid in close beside her instead of across, his thigh brushing against hers — casual, but very, very intentional.

Y/N could smell him: clean sweat, spicy cologne, something masculine that curled into her chest and stayed there. She sipped her drink, fingers trembling slightly as she tried to think of something to say — anything.

Before she could, his hand slid under the table, settling lightly on her knee.

She stiffened in surprise, looking at him wide-eyed — but Sunghoon only gave her a slow, dangerous grin, squeezing gently.

Y/N’s breath caught.

Oh.

He leaned in, mouth brushing her ear.

“You,” he said, accent thick and deep, “very pretty.”

Y/N shivered. His voice was so low it was almost a growl, and God, did he know it.

Her thighs pressed together instinctively. His fingers crept a little higher.

“I—uh—thanks,” she stammered, cheeks burning.

Sunghoon chuckled softly, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. His hand traced small circles on her inner thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. Not enough to touch anything serious — just enough to tease. To make her breath come short and her brain stall out.

Y/N squirmed slightly, pretending to shift in her seat — but he just squeezed her thigh again, harder this time, fingers digging into soft skin.

Was he—was he really doing this? Here?

Her mind screamed at her to pull away. That she barely knew him. That they couldn’t even speak properly.

But her body was screaming something else entirely.

He leaned in again, nuzzling her hairline. “You like?” he whispered.

The hand on her thigh slid higher, brushing dangerously close to the edge of her panties.

Y/N swallowed hard.

“Y-Yes,” she whispered back, hating how wrecked she already sounded.

Sunghoon’s answering grin was wicked.

⸻

They stayed like that for a few minutes — her legs slowly parting under the table without meaning to, his fingers inching closer with every beat of the bass. She was soaking through her panties, thighs trembling, heart hammering in her chest.

When his knuckles grazed the thin fabric between her legs — a barely-there touch — she gasped softly.

He pulled back enough to see her face, eyes dark and burning.

“You,” he said slowly, smirking as he dragged the tip of his finger along the damp spot at the center of her panties, “very… wet.”

Y/N hid her face in her hands, mortified and desperate all at once.

Sunghoon chuckled, clearly pleased with himself, and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to her jaw.

God, she needed to get out of here before she came right there in the booth.

“Your… home?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

She shook her head quickly, blurting without thinking: “Yours.”

He didn’t hesitate.

Sunghoon stood up, grabbed her hand firmly, and pulled her up from the booth. His palm was big and warm, and the way he led her through the crowded club, possessive and sure, made her thighs clench even harder.

As they pushed out into the cool night air, Y/N caught a glimpse of his face under the streetlights.

Smirking. Dark-eyed. Hungry.

She was so fucked.

And she couldn’t wait.

⸻

The drive from the club to Sunghoon’s apartment felt like hours. Maybe it was the way the tension between them buzzed in the air, making every second feel slow, torturous. Maybe it was the way Sunghoon’s hand kept brushing against her thigh, fingertips just a hair’s width away from making contact with the heat of her panties. Or maybe it was just the fact that, in the dark confines of the car, there was nowhere to escape the raw, undeniable chemistry between them.

Y/N couldn’t stop squirming in the passenger seat, legs pressing together as the seatbelt dug into her body, keeping her restrained, helpless. His hand was so close, and every little brush of his skin against hers was making her dizzy. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand this.

“Sunghoon…” she whispered, a slight tremor in her voice, eyes flicking over to him as he focused on the road.

He didn’t reply, just hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze flicking to her for the briefest second before returning to the road. But his hand… it moved slowly, deliberately, until his fingers pressed lightly against the inside of her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt.

The pressure of his touch made her suck in a breath. It was slow, deliberate — almost like he was savoring the way she reacted to him. The way her body was already betraying her, her pulse quickening, heat building between her legs.

“Okay?” he asked in broken English, eyes still on the road, voice rough, thick with a heavy accent.

Y/N swallowed, too breathless to answer. She just nodded, her lips trembling as she stared at the space between them, at his hand inches away from the heat pooling in her core.

He smirked, sensing her desperation. “Good,” he said, the word rough, almost like a command, and then his fingers brushed over her inner thigh again, teasing the soft skin there. His touch was light but insistent, knowing exactly how to make her body respond to him.

Her breath hitched as his fingers slid higher, pushing past the edge of her skirt, dangerously close to the waistband of her panties. Sunghoon didn’t seem to care about the fact that he was driving — the only thing on his mind was her. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted, exactly how to get it.

“Fucking good,” he murmured, the words slipping out in a rough growl as his fingers slid higher, barely touching the edge of her panties. “You wet. Very wet.”

Her head fell back against the headrest, eyes closing as she let out a soft, frustrated moan. She didn’t answer him, couldn’t find the words. Instead, she just pressed her thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache building between her legs.

But Sunghoon wasn’t going to let her have any relief.

“Open,” he ordered thick with his accent voice low and commanding. “Legs open.”

Y/N’s body obeyed before she even realized it, her legs parting slightly under his gaze, her breath quickening as his fingers finally found their target — her damp panties, the fabric tight against her skin, already soaked through.

She bit her lip, eyes flicking over to him. He was so calm, so collected, despite everything. His fingers slid between her legs, teasing, brushing against the dampness that had soaked through her panties.

“Fuck, Sunghoon,” she breathed, her voice cracking.

He didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, dragging them aside just enough to find the slick heat between her legs.

Y/N gasped sharply, her back arching instinctively as he traced his finger along her folds, dipping in just enough to tease her entrance before pulling back, making her want to scream in frustration.

“Your tight,” he said softly, still in his broken English, his tone a low whisper of praise. “So wet. I like.”

Y/N’s hips bucked against his fingers, her body desperate for more. But he wasn’t giving it to her. Not yet.

He circled her clit slowly, teasing, building the pressure until she was trembling. His finger pressed into her more forcefully, sliding deep, and she gasped, back arching off the seat.

She was already so close, so damn close. His movements were so controlled, so precise, just enough to make her desperate, to make her want to beg him to take her. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

His thumb found her clit again, rubbing in tight, controlled circles that made her body jolt, and the breath rushed from her chest. “You… want me…to stop?” he asked, voice rough, but his eyes never left the road.

Y/N’s words caught in her throat. She could barely form coherent thoughts, let alone speak. She shook her head quickly, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.

“No… please… more…” she managed to gasp, voice hoarse with need.

Sunghoon chuckled darkly, low and dangerous. “More, huh?” His finger slid deeper, pressing in until he hit that soft spot inside her that made her moan loud enough to echo in the car. “You want me….” he paused thinking ”fuck you here, in car?” he asked, tone teasing but serious. “Say it.”

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words. Instead, she just nodded, her hips moving against his hand, her fingers digging into the seat as she chased the feeling.

“Good girl,” he praised, the words coming out smoother this time, his hand working her faster, his fingers curling inside her just right.

She was shaking, unable to hold back any longer. “Sunghoon, please,” she whimpered, her chest heaving.

“Please, what?” he asked, voice dangerously quiet.

Her mind was a blur, a haze of desperation and pleasure. She couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Please… fuck me…”

He didn’t even hesitate. With a dark chuckle, he pulled his fingers away, leaving her gasping and empty. He flicked his fingers, wiping them off on the seat before turning his attention back to her.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough and teasing as he sped up, heading toward his apartment. “Wait.”

Y/N couldn’t help but whimper, hips grinding against nothing as she fought to control her breathing. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted him now. But she wasn’t going to get her way. Not yet.

⸻

The second they burst into his apartment, Sunghoon didn’t give her a chance to breathe.

He slammed her back against the wall, pinning her there with the full weight of his body, his mouth crashing against hers. It was messy, frantic — all teeth and tongue, like he couldn’t get enough of her.

Y/N gasped into the kiss, her fingers clutching at his shirt, desperate for something to hold on to. Her mind was spinning, her body already trembling from how much he wound her up in the car. She barely registered it when he yanked her skirt higher, hands groping roughly at the backs of her thighs.

With a low growl, he grabbed her ass and lifted her effortlessly, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist. Her head fell back against the wall, mouth falling open in a soft whimper as his hips pressed against her core, grinding just enough to make her ache.

Sunghoon hissed out a curse under his breath — “씨발,” — before pushing off the wall and carrying her through the apartment, their mouths never parting.

The next thing she knew, he threw her down onto the couch, standing over her, eyes dark, chest heaving.

He stripped off his shirt in one rough motion, tossing it aside. Her eyes raked over him — broad chest, defined abs, lean waist. He looked devastatingly good, every muscle flexing under his skin as he moved.

Without waiting, he grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, uncaring when it caught awkwardly around her arms. His hands were rough, impatient, fingers finding her bra and yanking it down to expose her breasts.

He stared for a moment — dark, hungry — before leaning down and sucking one nipple into his mouth hard.

Y/N cried out, arching up into his mouth as he bit and sucked at the sensitive bud. His tongue flicked over her nipple relentlessly, drawing helpless moans from her throat. His free hand groped her other breast roughly, pinching the other nipple between his fingers until she writhed.

“Fuck,” she gasped, hands flying to his hair, tugging, pushing him closer.

Sunghoon groaned against her skin, the vibration shooting straight to her core. He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same brutal attention — biting, sucking, tugging until it was swollen and sensitive.

She was so lost in the feeling she didn’t realize he was grinding his hips against her thigh, his cock hard and heavy through his jeans.

Y/N, desperate, hands trembling, slid her hands down his chest. Her fingers brushed over his nipples, and she heard the rough, broken gasp he let out.

Her lips curled into a shaky smile.

She leaned up — still breathless, trembling — and flicked her tongue over his nipple.

Sunghoon froze.

A deep, rough groan tore from his chest — raw, uncontrollable — and his hips bucked forward sharply against her.

“아씨발,” he growled, voice wrecked.

She licked again, teasing his nipple with the tip of her tongue, feeling his body shudder above her. She bit down lightly, just enough to sting, and he snarled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head against the couch.

“No tease,” he muttered in broken English, eyes blazing.

She whimpered, thighs squeezing together.

Sunghoon let go of her wrists just long enough to strip her panties off, tossing them somewhere across the room.

He spread her thighs wide with both hands, groaning low when he saw how wet she was.

“씨발,” he muttered again, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it.

Without warning, he dove between her legs, mouth latching onto her clit, fingers plunging into her already dripping core.

Y/N screamed, her back arching so sharply it lifted her completely off the couch.

His fingers moved mercilessly inside her, rough and relentless, fucking her open while his tongue lashed at her clit. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and loud, and it was all too much — too intense, too good.

Sunghoon worked her through it brutally, not slowing even as she thrashed and whimpered from the overstimulation.

When he finally pulled away, her thighs were trembling uncontrollably, her entire body boneless.

“Good girl,” he rasped, voice rough and smug.

Still panting, she watched as he stood up, unbuckled his belt with one hand, and shoved his jeans and boxers down in one rough motion.

Her mouth went dry.

He was thick. Big. Bigger than she imagined. Her walls fluttered just at the thought of taking him.

Sunghoon rolled a condom onto himself quickly, his movements sharp and impatient.

He knelt between her spread thighs again, gripping his cock, lining himself up at her entrance.

He looked down at her, chest heaving, eyes wild.

“Okay?” he asked, voice almost guttural.

Y/N nodded frantically, biting her lip so hard it almost bled.

“Good.”

He pushed in with one slow, deep thrust, stretching her so much she whimpered, nails digging into the couch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder. “아씨발, tight.”

Her body clung to him, struggling to accommodate his size. But the stretch felt too good — painful, perfect — and she didn’t want him to stop.

Sunghoon set a brutal pace immediately, fucking into her with rough, punishing thrusts that rocked the couch, the furniture creaking beneath them.

Each slam of his hips punched little gasps from her lungs, her body jerking helplessly under him.

Y/N clung to him, nails scraping down his back, leaving red marks in her wake. He hissed, thrusting harder, angling his hips until he was grinding against her clit with every movement.

The pleasure built rapidly, hot and unbearable.

Sunghoon leaned down again, latching his mouth onto her nipple, sucking hard while fucking into her mercilessly.

The combination sent her spiraling.

Her second orgasm crashed over her without warning — brutal and blinding — and she screamed, squeezing around his cock so tightly that he cursed loudly, fucking her through it with short, brutal thrusts.

“Fuck… good… fuck,” he panted against her chest.

Her walls pulsed around him, milking him, and with a few more rough thrusts, Sunghoon stiffened with a broken growl, spilling into the condom with a shudder.

They collapsed together, bodies sweaty and trembling, still tangled.

Neither of them moved for a long moment, just panting, catching their breath, hearts hammering against each other. Sunghoon eventually pulled out with a soft grunt, tying the condom and tossing it aside lazily before collapsing beside her, pulling her into his chest with a rough tug.

She went willingly, boneless and dazed, nuzzling into his warm skin.

He murmured something in Korean she didn’t catch — soft, almost tender — before pressing a lazy kiss to her forehead.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting herself drift, completely exhausted but utterly satisfied.

⸻

The first thing Y/N felt was warmth.

Sunlight streamed through the half-open curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. She blinked blearily, her body heavy, sore in the best possible way.

And warm. So, so warm.

Because there was a heavy, solid body pressed against her back, an arm slung tightly around her waist, a chest breathing slowly against her spine.

Sunghoon.

Memories of last night flooded back — rough hands, filthy kisses, desperate moans. The way he fucked her like he couldn’t get enough. How he barely spoke, just groaned and cursed in Korean against her skin, letting his body do the talking.

Her cheeks flushed hot even thinking about it.

She shifted slightly, wincing at the delicious ache between her legs. The movement stirred him. She felt his grip tighten for a second, a low sound rumbling deep in his chest.

Then — his hips shifted, and she felt it.

His cock, already half-hard, pressing against her ass.

Y/N froze, breath catching.

Behind her, Sunghoon groaned, low and rough, nuzzling into her hair.

“Mm, morning,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, broken English slurring from his lips.

She could barely think. Every part of her wanted to press back into him, to feel him harden fully against her, to start something dangerous all over again.

She turned her head slightly, enough to peek at him.

Sunghoon’s hair was a wild mess, his face sleepy but unfairly gorgeous — swollen lips, heavy-lidded eyes watching her with lazy amusement.

His hand slid down her stomach, slow and casual, fingertips brushing lightly over the waistband of the shirt she was still wearing — his shirt.

He smirked when he realized it, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

“Mine,” he muttered, tugging the hem higher to expose more of her bare thighs.

Y/N swallowed thickly, heart pounding.

“Sorry,” she whispered, voice hoarse.

He chuckled softly, low and wicked, before leaning in and grazing his teeth against her earlobe.

“Not sorry,” he murmured, hot breath making her shiver.

His hand slid higher, fingertips brushing the underside of her breast under the shirt. He pinched her nipple lightly, just enough to make her gasp, arching her back into him.

“Sensitive,” he teased — one of the few words he seemed to love saying in English.

Y/N whimpered, her thighs clenching.

Sunghoon shifted again, pressing his cock firmly against her ass. He groaned into her ear, hips giving a lazy, slow grind.

She couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from her lips.

“씨발,” he cursed under his breath, his voice thick with arousal now.

His hand slipped down between her legs without hesitation, finding her already damp.

“So wet,” he muttered, sounding almost angry about it, like she had no right to be this ready for him already.

He cupped her through the fabric, rubbing slow, maddening circles against her clit.

Y/N bit down on her lip, trying not to whine.

Sunghoon growled low in his throat, rolling her onto her back with one swift motion so he could loom over her properly.

She stared up at him, wide-eyed, heart racing.

He tugged the shirt up fully, exposing her naked chest to the cool air, nipples hard and aching from his touch.

Without a word, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard.

Y/N cried out, arching up into him, hands flying to his shoulders.

He switched to the other side, teeth grazing lightly before biting down just enough to make her squirm.

His hand stayed between her thighs, two fingers slipping into her wetness again, curling deep.

“Good girl,” he praised against her skin.

She was trembling already, on the edge too fast, too desperate.

But then — suddenly — he pulled away, leaving her gasping, empty.

Y/N whined softly, reaching for him, but he just smirked, standing up and stretching lazily, completely naked and shameless.

“Shower,” he said simply, cocking his head toward the bathroom.

Still dazed, she sat up slowly, legs wobbling a little.

Sunghoon disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door half open.

Y/N hesitated, then followed on shaky legs, peeking around the doorframe.

He stood under the spray of the shower, head tilted back, water cascading down his lean, perfect body.

And when he opened his eyes and saw her watching — still wearing only his shirt, standing there looking wrecked and needy — he smirked, crooking a finger at her.

“Come,” he said simply.

God help her, she obeyed.

⸻

The bathroom was already thick with steam when she stepped inside, the tiles slick beneath her feet.

Sunghoon stood under the spray of the shower, water running in rivulets down his tanned skin, every inch of him looking like something out of a filthy dream. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, droplets sliding down the hard lines of his jaw, over his chest, dripping off his abs. He watched her with a lazy, heated gaze — slow, almost predatory.

“Come here,” he said again, voice low, hand reaching out.

Y/N stepped forward, heart hammering, the oversized shirt clinging damply to her body.

The second she was close enough, Sunghoon grabbed her by the waist, yanking her under the water with him. The cold fabric of the shirt stuck to her skin, and she gasped at the sudden warmth of the water, at the heat of his body against hers.

He smirked, fingers slipping under the soaked fabric and peeling it up slowly, exposing inch after inch of her flushed skin.

When it was tossed aside onto the bathroom floor, she stood there completely bare in front of him — vulnerable, shivering slightly.

Sunghoon’s eyes dragged over her body shamelessly, lingering on her breasts, her hips, the soft curve of her thighs.

“예뻐,” he muttered, voice rough.

Pretty.

Before she could react, his hands were on her — rough, greedy — pushing her back against the cool tile wall with a low growl.

She gasped, the cold shocking against her spine, but Sunghoon was already dropping to his knees in front of her, his mouth hot against her stomach, then lower.

“Sunghoon—” she whimpered, hands threading into his wet hair, but he just grunted, pinning her hips back with strong hands.

Without hesitation, he licked a slow, filthy stripe up her slit, making her buck against the wall with a broken cry.

“씨발, so wet,” he muttered, more to himself than her.

His tongue circled her clit lazily, cruelly slow, just enough to drive her insane without giving her the relief she needed. Every now and then, he would suck lightly, just enough to make her whimper, before pulling away with a wicked smirk.

Y/N squirmed, hips twitching, desperate for more friction. Sunghoon looked up at her from between her thighs, hair dripping, eyes dark and heavy.

“Want?” he asked, cocky.

She nodded frantically, too wrecked to speak.

“Good girl,” he rasped, then buried his face against her again.

This time he didn’t tease.

He sucked her clit hard, two fingers slipping into her again, pumping relentlessly. The shower drowned out the obscene wet sounds, but she could feel everything — the rough slide of his fingers, the way his mouth worked her clit with brutal precision.

It was too much.

Y/N came hard, gasping his name, thighs clenching around his head.

Sunghoon growled against her, fucking her through it, not letting up until she was trembling and begging.

Only then did he stand, towering over her, mouth slick with her wetness, eyes burning.

Without warning, he spun her around, pressing her front against the cold tiles.

She barely had time to catch her breath before she felt the blunt head of his cock sliding between her thighs, teasing her entrance.

He leaned down, mouth brushing her ear.

“Okay?” he grunted.

“Yes,” she gasped, barely recognizing her own voice.

With a low curse, he thrust into her in one hard, deep stroke.

“아씨발,” he growled, hips slamming against her ass.

Y/N cried out, forehead pressing against the tile, her hands scrabbling for something to hold onto.

Sunghoon fucked into her roughly, setting a brutal pace from the start, water splashing between their bodies, his hips slapping against hers with every deep thrust.

He grabbed her hair, tugging her head back so he could bite at her neck, leaving dark marks across her damp skin.

“Good,” he grunted, thrusting harder.

She sobbed out a moan, walls clenching around him, the overwhelming heat building again.

His free hand snaked around her front, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing tight circles that made her vision go white.

The pressure built fast, unstoppable.

When she came this time, it was almost violent — her whole body shaking, muscles locking up around him.

Sunghoon cursed viciously, slamming into her a few more times before he stiffened, burying himself deep as he spilled into the condom with a rough, broken groan.

They stayed like that for a long moment, pressed against the tiles, breathing hard, the water pounding down around them.

Eventually, Sunghoon pulled out carefully, slipping the condom off and tying it before tossing ittoward the trash.

Y/N slumped against the wall, legs barely holding her up.

Sunghoon chuckled, low and fond, and scooped her up easily, cradling her against his chest.

“Done?” he teased lightly, water running down both of them.

She managed a weak laugh, hiding her face against his neck.

He washed her carefully after that — gentle now — running his hands over her body, massaging her sore muscles with surprising tenderness.

He even let out a low, almost shy chuckle when she insisted on washing his hair in return, fingers scratching lightly at his scalp, making him hum with pleasure.

After he turned off the water, Sunghoon reached for the towel and wrapped it around her body first, careful and slow, like she might break. His hands lingered just a second longer than necessary at her waist. Then he towel-dried her hair gently, rough enough to be practical, but not enough to tug.

Still wordless, he guided her out into the bedroom, both of them barefoot, skin still damp and flushed.

She sat down at the edge of his bed, towel wrapped tightly around her body, the ache between her thighs still heavy and warm. Her hair clung wetly to her shoulders.

Then — he crouched in front of her with a blow dryer in one hand and a brush in the other.

Her brows lifted in surprise, lips parting slightly. But he just gave a little smirk, plugged it in, and began working through the strands of her hair like it was the most natural thing in the world. He didn’t say a word. The only sound in the room was the low whirring of the dryer and the occasional pass of the brush through her damp locks.

It felt weirdly intimate — more than sex. Soft. Domestic. Like something that belonged weeks down the line, not hours after a filthy, dominant fuck.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his in the mirror.

He didn’t look away. Just raised a brow like: What?

Once finished, he set the dryer aside and reached into his drawer. He pulled out a black hoodie and a pair of gray drawstring shorts, tossing them gently beside her.

“Pick,” he said simply.

Y/N smiled, cheeks warm, and took the hoodie. It smelled like his detergent — musky and clean, slightly woodsy. He turned away to give her a hint of privacy, though she had a feeling he was smirking to himself when she wriggled into it.

Then, with surprising gentleness, Sunghoon stepped closer and tugged the hood over her hair. He leaned down and pressed a small, warm kiss to her forehead.

Her heart did a strange flutter at the gesture.

“Food,” he said with a grunt, already heading to the kitchen.

Y/N followed, barefoot and slightly dazed. His apartment was small but tidy — minimal decor, a few jackets thrown over a chair, a longboard propped against the wall.

He worked quietly, frying eggs and kimchi, cracking open a bottle of water for her, pouring her a coffee with no words — just calm silence, comfortable and natural. He didn’t hover, didn’t ask her questions. Just cooked like it was his routine.

And yet… something itched at the back of her brain.

The layout of the place. The smell of the hallway earlier. Even the shitty old light switch near the kitchen counter.

Why does this feel familiar?

As Sunghoon set a plate in front of her and sat down with his own, Y/N opened her phone and opened Google Translate, furiously typing in a question and turning it around to show him.

“Where do you live? This building feels familiar.”

Sunghoon looked at the screen, then raised an eyebrow like, you serious? He grabbed her phone and typed clumsily, frowning in concentration.

When he handed it back, her eyes scanned the text.

“Building D… 5th floor.”

She blinked. Froze.

“…No way,” she muttered, already standing up, coffee forgotten.

Y/N padded barefoot toward his front door, heart suddenly racing, disbelief fluttering in her chest.

She unlocked the door and flung it open — and right across the hallway, maybe five steps away—

Her apartment.

Her exact door. Her doormat. The dent in the doorframe she noticed the first night she moved in.

She turned slowly, pointing at it with wide eyes, half-laughing, half-shocked.

“You’re—You’re literally right there?”

Sunghoon leaned against the doorway behind her, sipping his coffee. He glanced over at her door and shrugged with a small, amused smirk.

“진짜…” he said with a chuckle, shaking his head. “웃기네.” (Really… that’s funny.)

She laughed louder now, still pointing back and forth like she couldn’t believe it.

The man who’d made her come so hard she nearly cried. The one who fingered her in his car. The one who sucked her nipples until her legs gave out. The man who barely spoke English — who was, apparently, her neighbor all this time.

Right. There.

Sunghoon tilted his head at her, a little crooked grin on his lips. He took a step forward, leaned in, and murmured:

“Fate?”

And then — kissed her again.

His lips left hers as quickly as they landed, a soft peck — nothing like the kind of kiss they’d shared last night, nothing like the way he’d kissed her while pinning her to a wall or with his fingers buried inside her.

This one was quieter. But it still made her pulse skip.

Y/N blinked up at him, dazed, lips parted slightly.

Sunghoon only smirked, turned around, and walked back inside like kissing your neighbor-turned-hookup-partner at your front door in a hoodie and no panties was completely normal.

She followed him back to the small table, plopping back into the chair as he set a bowl of steaming rice between them and slid over a pair of chopsticks. He didn’t say anything — just sat, focused on his food, one leg casually brushing against hers under the table.

She looked down at her plate — eggs, kimchi, some sausage. Hot coffee. Water. Everything was simple, but the kind of meal that said he did this often. Like he liked taking care of someone even if he didn’t say it out loud.

Y/N stirred her rice with the chopsticks, then glanced up to watch him eat. Shirtless. Muscles flexing every time he moved his arm.

She clenched her thighs instinctively.

Sunghoon didn’t miss it.

His dark eyes flicked up slowly to meet hers, lips chewing, gaze heavy. He swallowed his bite, then leaned back slightly, still looking at her.

“You eat?” he asked — a little gruff, voice thick from sleep and silence.

She nodded, flustered. “Y-Yeah. Sorry.”

She took a bite — and immediately moaned low in her throat.

It was good. Really good.

His eyebrow lifted.

“맛있어?” he asked — smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.

She didn’t understand the exact word, but she caught the teasing in his voice.

“Mhm,” she hummed, mouth still full, then mimicked a chef’s kiss. “Delicious.”

He chuckled, deep in his chest, nodding slightly in approval.

They ate in silence after that, but it was a different kind of silence — warm and a little electric. She could feel the tension under the table every time his knee brushed hers. When she shifted her thighs together, his gaze dropped briefly — just a flicker — then back to his food like nothing happened.

She caught him glancing at her legs. At the way the oversized hoodie barely covered her when she sat. He knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She could see it in the way his jaw clenched slightly, in how he rolled his shoulder like he was holding back.

Y/N smirked into her cup.

After a few more bites, she leaned forward and tapped her phone again, bringing back Google Translate. She typed something quickly, then turned it around.

“Do you eat breakfast like this with all your neighbors?”

Sunghoon looked down, read it, then let out a soft, amused snort through his nose.

“No,” he said simply, shaking his head.

Then — he picked up her phone, typed something slower this time.

He turned it toward her.

“Only you.”

Her cheeks burned.

She tried to act cool about it, picking up her chopsticks again. “Lucky me,” she mumbled, mostly to herself.

Sunghoon must’ve caught the tone. Because a second later, he leaned in — just a little — and brushed her thigh with his hand under the table.

A slow slide upward.

Y/N stiffened slightly, breath catching.

But he didn’t go any higher. Just rested his hand there, thumb moving in soft circles over her bare skin while he kept chewing like nothing was happening. Like this was all perfectly casual.

She squirmed in her seat, biting her lip, trying to pretend she wasn’t throbbing under the table just from that little bit of pressure. He smirked again — subtle, knowing.

Bastard.

⸻

They finished eating slowly, tension lingering between every look, every brush of skin. Y/N had only picked at the last of her rice when Sunghoon stood from the table, grabbing both their empty plates with one hand and reaching for the coffee mugs with the other.

“Done,” he said simply, not waiting for an answer.

Y/N blinked, mouth still full of water, and watched as he moved efficiently to the sink.

He rinsed the dishes under hot water, shoulders flexing with each movement, the muscles of his back rolling beneath his skin. She hadn’t realized how satisfying it would be just to watch him like this — the way he moved like he was always in control, even if all he was doing was washing dishes.

He turned suddenly, catching her staring.

With a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he pointed toward the couch. “You stay.”

Her brows lifted, blinking.

He grabbed the TV remote from the counter, walked over to her, and pressed it into her palm. “Watch.”

Y/N let out a breathy laugh. “You’re kicking me out of the kitchen?”

Sunghoon just gave a slow nod, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Mm.”

Then, back to the sink without another word, like his job wasn’t done until every dish was cleaned, every crumb wiped, every surface spotless.

She watched him work, sinking back into the couch like he told her to, the oversized hoodie falling around her bare thighs. The TV buzzed to life with some random Korean morning show, colorful graphics and too-loud hosts she didn’t understand.

But her eyes didn’t stay on the screen for long.

They kept drifting back to him — shirtless, hair still damp, humming faintly under his breath while he cleaned up after the breakfast he made for her.

It was domestic. Quiet. A little surreal.

And somehow… kind of sexy as hell.

⸻

The sink turned off with a final click, and Sunghoon wiped his hands on a towel before slinging it over his shoulder like it lived there. Y/N glanced up from the couch when she heard his footsteps again — slow, barefoot, relaxed.

He walked past the couch, eyes sweeping over her form curled into one corner, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, her legs tucked under her. She looked small there, warm and quiet, the TV playing softly in the background though neither of them were really watching.

He didn’t say anything.

Just moved to the other end of the couch and sat down beside her with a small grunt, letting his head fall back against the cushion. His thigh pressed lightly against hers, and she didn’t pull away.

“Clean,” he said finally, like he was giving her an update.

Y/N smiled without looking at him. “Good job.”

A pause.

Then a little sound — a low laugh from him, quiet but real.

She peeked sideways.

Sunghoon was leaned back with his eyes closed, jaw relaxed, arms resting on his thighs. Not tense like last night. Not teasing like this morning. Just still.

She turned down the volume on the TV and let her head lean against the cushion beside his.

They didn’t speak.

Minutes passed, soft and warm, their bodies close but not desperate, no rush to touch. The hoodie still smelled like him — something musky and faintly clean, like laundry and his skin.

Eventually, she felt his hand brush her knee gently.

He didn’t say anything. Just hooked one finger under the fabric of the hoodie and tugged it slightly, a small gesture that felt like stay close. His hand settled on her bare thigh again, this time not teasing — just resting there like it belonged.

She curled in closer, cheek against his shoulder.

He turned his head slightly and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head. No words. Just warmth.

It wasn’t loud, or passionate, or even particularly romantic.

But it was something.

Something soft.

Sunghoon’s thumb absentmindedly traced circles on her bare thigh as the morning show rambled on in the background, half-muted. Y/N had nearly drifted off against his shoulder, her body relaxed, the weight of the hoodie comforting, his warmth seeping into her skin.

But then — he moved.

She blinked awake as he leaned forward slightly, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. He turned sideways to face her more fully, brows furrowed in thought as his thumbs tapped against the screen.

Then he handed it to her.

“How will you learn Korean? If you stay here?”

She blinked at the message on his screen, a smile tugging at her lips. “You used Google Translate,” she teased softly, tapping at his screen.

Sunghoon nodded, a little proud of himself. “Mm.”

She sat up a bit, stretching her arms before taking his phone and typing in her reply. Then she passed it back to him.

“I’ll start a summer class soon. For Korean. And… I work here now. So I really need to.”

He read, then tilted his head.

“Work?” he asked aloud, English short but curious.

She nodded, then reached for her own phone and typed:

“I just moved here a few days ago. I’m an English teacher. My school year starts next week.”

He blinked.

Then blinked again.

His face changed — not with confusion, but surprise. Almost amused.

Sunghoon took her phone and typed something slowly. Very slowly. He handed it back with a small, growing grin.

“High school? You work in a 고등학교?”

Her brows furrowed. “Go-deung-hak…?”

He pointed to the text again, then used his hands to motion big — like older kids.

“Oh—high school?” she repeated, understanding dawning.

He nodded. “Yes. I… PE. Teacher.”

She stared at him for a second, brain scrambling.

“…You work at a high school?”

He nodded again, a smug little smile forming on his lips.

She reached for her phone again, eyes wide now as she typed frantically, almost laughing.

“Wait. Which school?!”

He read it, and with the same smug calmness, he said the name aloud — the very same one printed on her contract and employee packet still waiting to be unpacked in her apartment across the hall.

Y/N’s jaw dropped.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, laughing into her palm. “No way.”

He tilted his head with a grin, then pulled out his own phone again. Typed quickly.

“Looks like I’ll see you at work too.”

She stared at the screen, then back at him, still half-laughing, part in disbelief, part in pure amusement. “This is insane,” she whispered.

Sunghoon didn’t respond. Just leaned back on the couch with that same low chuckle, arms spreading along the cushions, like he’d known it all along.

Fate, he’d called it earlier.

Now she was starting to believe him.

[A Few Weeks Later]

The weather had warmed since the morning she’d first stumbled into Sunghoon’s apartment in nothing but a hoodie and bruised thighs. Now, sunlight poured through her classroom windows, and the breeze that drifted in carried the scent of spring.

Her Korean had improved.

Not perfect — she still fumbled sometimes, had to ask him to repeat words slowly, still relied on Google Translate here and there — but she could hold a basic conversation now. Enough to laugh at his dumb jokes. Enough to tease him back.

And it had changed everything.

Y/N stood outside the school gym now, leaning against the wall with a bottle of water in hand, hair pulled into a messy ponytail after another chaotic Friday.

Students ran past her in gym uniforms, yelling “선생님!” at Sunghoon as he barked orders like a military coach — half-scolding, half-laughing under his breath. He looked effortlessly good in his black tracksuit, whistle around his neck, messy hair from hours of wrangling teenagers.

And then he glanced over.

Just one look — quick, lazy — but it made her heart skip.

Sunghoon’s mouth curved into a half-smirk, eyes dragging over her body like he wasn’t surrounded by students, like she wasn’t still flushed from class. He didn’t say anything. Just nodded once.

Y/N grinned, ducking her head to hide it.

After work, they didn’t go their separate ways anymore.

Not since she started knocking on his door without hesitation.

Sometimes to eat. Sometimes to study. Sometimes to kiss him until she forgot what she’d been studying in the first place.

⸻

Later that evening, they sat on his floor, bowls of spicy ramyeon between them, legs brushing.

She slurped a noodle, then pointed her chopsticks at him. “You eat so fast,” she said in Korean, stumbling a bit over the sentence but smiling anyway.

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, amused. “너 느려,” he teased back. You’re slow.

She pouted dramatically. “야…”

He laughed through a bite, then leaned forward to wipe a dot of soup from her lip with his thumb. The touch lingered a beat too long, and when she glanced up at him, the air between them shifted again — familiar, warm, full of tension that wasn’t just physical anymore.

“I like when you speak Korean,” he murmured, English thick on his tongue but clear.

Her breath caught. “I like when you try English too,” she whispered.

They didn’t need full conversations. Not anymore.

Just looks. Touches. The kind of understanding that had grown slowly, built with patience, trial, and quiet nights together — curled under blankets, her head on his chest, his hand in her hair while she practiced words softly against his skin.

Sunghoon.

좋아해.

Stay.

And he always did.

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