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shallyouobeyme · 11 months

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From the Outside

Part 1 (you're here) | Part 2 (Coming soon)

Platonic!Yandere Batfam x Neglected Batsib!reader (GN)

Summary: You were living your life as a stranger in the house you were supposed to call home, an outsider in a group of people who were supposed to be your family. So you do your best to keep yourself distracted from your situation and go on with your life. But just how long will you be able to keep on with that?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

Requested by @sol565

TW: Not much in this one, neglect (obviously), loss of relatives, car crash (mentioned), cancer (mentioned), swearing, coming up to Yandereness in the next chapters. I'll try to proofread and edit once I finish the whole thing.

Last night you dreamed of your family again. It was a pleasant dream, one that had you wishing to keep on dreaming even after you were woken up by your alarm. All of you were sitting at the dinner table, enjoying Alfred’s excellent cooking. The room was filled with happiness and joy, the kind of atmosphere that has you reminiscing about that day for ages. In your dream you felt so weightless, Damian was sitting opposite you as he listened to you talk about your day, an anecdote of you leading to laughter filling the room. Your mother ruffled your hair from where she was sitting beside you and as you smiled up to her you felt filled with love. Around the table, the Waynes were actively interested in the conversation and Bruce was asking you a question leading to a cheeky comment from your left side. You knew what was said, but you couldn’t understand the voice. Confused you looked to where your father should be sitting but only a distorted shadow figure looked back at you.

It opened whatever would be most akin to a mouth and a blaring sound echoed out of it. Your eyes flew open as you slapped your bedside table to grab your phone. 7 A.M, time to get up. This dream had been haunting you for a few weeks now, the idyllic family dinner turning into an unpleasant reminder of your situation. At first, you had woken up in a cold sweat and slightly fearful from the end, but by now you had grown very accustomed to it. Just another part of your day to get through.

You accepted to pay the mental price for the opportunity to see your mother again, if only during the nights.

Another look at your phone to check the notifications and you got up and got dressed. Given the time you knew that you still had enough time to join your adopted siblings for breakfast, but even Alfred's amazing pancakes and french toast could to move you into the kitchen. Deciding to just nap something from your friends during lunch break at school, you grabbed your bag and jacket before quickly making your way through the manor. Like almost every morning you silently prayed that you wouldn’t come across anyone on your way to the front door. Eighty per cent of the time you were lucky, fifteen per cent you were just ignored and the other five per cent you found yourself stuck in painfully awkward small talk with the people who lived on the same floor as you. People who were supposed to be your closest friends and confidants. People who weren’t that. People who were more akin to strangers.

Today you were in luck as you managed to slip out of the giant house you hated to call home without having to talk to anyone. Getting onto your scooter, you made your way to the school, enjoying the air in your face through the helmet and the feeling of freedom that only came to you on rare occasions.

The school was still fairly empty when you arrived - as was expected - so you had the honour of walking through the empty halls like you owned the place. A sentiment that some of your schoolmates even believed. You wanted to tell them that you had no need for your Guardians money, no interest in his family’s name or his family’s reputation. Bitter thoughts filled your mind, leaving a taste of anger, of disappointment, of anguish on your tongue. They weren’t helped by what you saw when you stopped in front of the trophy showcase. There were pictures of some of the best former student-athletes that had attended the school, and the most recognizable was a picture that was proudly displayed right on eyesight. It was at a sporting event that had happened some twenty to thirty years earlier, one that was still held bi-annually. The winners of different disciplines were smiling proudly into the camera, arms around each other.

Taking the spotlight was a man that every proud Gothamite would recognize as a young Bruce Wayne on one side, a different boy who people tended to overlook based on his less noticeable features and the lack of fame he had, and in the middle of both of them stood Bruce’s former best friend. Your mother. Your late mother.

She had been a beautiful, stunning, talented woman. Everyone who had ever known her told you that. You tried to take some solace in the fact that they told you how alike the two of you were, both in looks and in personality. It did nothing to quell the underlying pain though, the pain still boiling inside you, pain that over the years had turned into anger. You weren’t angry with your mother, of course, you knew that she had not chosen to fall sick, that she had not chosen to succumb to cancer. She had loved you with all her heart and only ever wanted you to be happy. This is why, when your grandparents died in a shooting shortly after her diagnosis, she put it in her will that after her passing you were to be taken care of by her lifelong friend Bruce Wayne. After all, he already had kids and he was rich, just like she and her parents had been - money and estates that now waited on you to turn 18 to take charge of - and he’d be surely able to give you the life and the love she always wanted you to have.

Sadly, your mother had not known Bruce quite as well as she had believed she did. She had no idea that he spent his nights as the infamous Batman, or that the kids he adopted had been turned into fighting machines - sometimes even killers. She had no idea that he was not the amazing, loving and attentive father figure she had wanted you to have. Not even close.

You suppose he had tried at one point. When you were a young child, grieving the loss of your entire family and everything that you had known, he had taken you in like one of his own and assured you that from then on he’d protect you. Back then you had believed him. After all, your mother had told you so many great things about him, why should she lie. And with elder brothers and sisters, a Butler who made sure you had your favourite foods whenever you felt sad and a man who tried his best to be the father you never had. They did lots of work to spend time with you and to pay attention to you which would ensure you wouldn’t notice their weird habits and absences. But of course that couldn’t work forever. After a few months, you found out about their best (and somehow at the same time worst) kept secret and as you walked through the Batcave by Bruce’s side everything changed. He didn’t directly offer to train you, but he did insinuate that it was an option, though you declined. You couldn’t see yourself hurting others. You wanted to help like your mom had helped, by volunteering, bettering the world peacefully. Bruce had assured you that that was a completely acceptable decision and that it wouldn’t change anything. But he had lied. Perhaps knowingly, perhaps not. Maybe some of both.

Once you were aware of their second life, they didn’t put in the effort to pay enough attention to you to make you unaware of their secret. At first, they still spent time with you, but over time it seemed like you were blending into obscurity like a special bottle of champagne that was planned to be open on a special occasion only. Just that the bottle was usually remembered after the occasion had passed in annoyance. You weren’t. And as you phased out of their minds and into oblivion, you made peace with your place in the family. An outsider, a stranger inside their house, just waiting until the time had come for you to finally live your own life.

Of course, you knew you could have it worse. You had enough money to fulfil every wish you had as long as it was material, always had something to wear, something to eat, and somewhere to sleep. The only thing you didn’t have was love. But especially in Gotham you knew that you got away rather luckily with that, so while you were deeply angry towards the people who had promised to treat you like family, to love you, you also tried to just get on with your life.

It would have been easier if it wasn’t just so hard to look at your so-called siblings as if you didn’t resent them for the way they treated you, compared to one another. Somehow showing any interest in you or attempting to spend any time with you was a chore, but somehow Jason and Cass could have a little book club, Jason and Dick could go out for lunch at a cat-cafe, Steph, Cass and Tim could have Spa-days and all of them could have an occasional movie night together. It wasn’t explicitly stated that you weren’t welcome, but you had seen how they acted when you were with them compared to how they acted when you were hiding behind the door listening in. They seemed so much happier without you. As if your mere presence ruined the mood. So you started rejecting their invitations to join and it only took one of two attempts of them to stop asking completely.

You might have been able to cope better with the obvious dismissal of your existence if it had been because you hadn’t been part of the family when they had forged their close bond, but somehow, even when Damian joined, acting like a complete asshole to everyone around him, they managed to include him and when he warmed up to them he joined their close group.

So your newness surely could not have been that big of an issue right? Even Damian, completely new to the family and surely aggressive towards all of his pseudo siblings, seemed to know you were less than the others since he didn’t even bother to insult you, instead opting to ignore you. Completely. A glance spared, looking you up and down, and he had decided you were not worth it and his opinion seemingly still hadn’t changed. Sure by now you had talked with him a few times, but you could say the same about the fucking mayor of Gotham so you were sure that did not really count.

Sometimes, you lay in your bed at night, wide awake, wondering just why you were worth so much less in their eyes. What you had done wrong. Two answers usually presented themselves before you. Either it was because you weren’t a vigilante, something that you might even have been willing to accept, or it was… you. Just you. And for some reason, that was the answer that seemed more plausible to you. Maybe you were just unpleasant to be around, not fitting enough for their family. Not interesting enough, not Wayne enough.

And so you were cursed to live your life like a ghost in what is supposed to be your home. Going in and out every day, just waiting for the day to come when you could move into the penthouse your grandparents had bought you before they died, which would become your legal property in just a few years. You’d start anew. Maybe one day, after a long time and probably a lot of therapy, you’ll be able to start your own family. One that you’d promise not to fuck up like Bruce had. Until then though, you’d go on like always, spend as little time in that Manor as possible and try to distract yourself from your reality.

You really did spend very little time at the manor. For one, no one in that house cared when you left or when you came back except maybe Alfred, but even he either knew that you could properly use the freedom or he was too busy to care. Probably a mix of both. And along with that, you had started a very active life outside of your family. You had a lot of friends, though you were not ready to call any of them close friends, always knowing about how many of them were after the publicity of your actual and current family name and the money and fame connected to it. But they were nice enough and they distracted you so you didn’t mind. Especially because you used said popularity to help the people in town. You managed to get a lot of your friends to volunteer alongside you in different homeless shelters, though a lot of them tended to post dozens of pictures which made you feel a bit icky about them trying to profit from helping others, but you knew you couldn’t complain because it did help the shelters. The shelters told you so themselves.

Most of your ‘pocket money’ was donated and the rest of the time was spent doing different activities, be it arts, sports, parties or just wasting the day away. You did your best to cram as much into your day-to-day life as you could to keep you from thinking too much. To stop you from thinking too much about how messed up you were now, how you couldn’t even confide in any of your friends, how you didn’t even really manage to call them your friends, because you couldn’t allow yourself to let anyone close to you anymore, because you knew you weren’t worth it, because you knew you’d be disappointed and hurt again.

These dark thoughts were kept inside, slowly eating at you like termites, while on the outside you kept on being the happy-go-lucky Gotham personality that people loved to follow. Though you didn’t post a lot on your own social media, your friends and people around you did, which the public loved for some reason. And so you kept up the act, because what else could you do? Let people know you’re hurting? So they could ridicule you for your rich people's problems? Or keep out of the public eye? And have to face the lonely darkness that was your life? No, you’d rather keep on pretending like you had been for years now. Even if it meant being a piece of entertainment for other people who could turn on you at any second.

The day at school was mostly uneventful, only a short moment of passing by Damian ruined your mood as your classmates did their usual shtick of asking if that wasn’t your brother and you trying to shrug them off, after all, how do you explain that your brother treated you like air not worth breathing? So you changed the topic by announcing that you’d go help out at a local shelter after school and asked if anyone wanted to join. Some excused themselves but a few agreed, which led to a group of five of you coming into the shelter a few hours later after some mandatory selfies so keep your friends placated. There was a bit more traffic inside than usual - a few people definitely not in need of help - which was probably because one of your friends posted your plans on their socials. That was something that you had to begrudgingly accept. You couldn’t afford their anger, so you made a compromise with them that they could post stuff like that, but that they couldn’t post the exact location (which in your opinion was just common sense, but it seemed not a lot of people shared that).

Ignoring the people only there to see you or be near a Wayne, you focused on helping those who needed your help, though aware of the effect you could have on the shelter business, you helped out in the kitchen where people couldn’t see you. You didn’t mind, you liked cooking and you and the fellow kitchen staff had a sort of harmonized rhythm. It even helped you get lost in thoughts that didn’t make you wanna cry, so when you got interrupted in your flow, you almost jumped in shock. One of the organizers had tapped on your shoulder.

“Y/N, there’s a man outside that wants to talk to you,” Marcus told you and nodded towards the door to the front.

“They still haven’t left? I’m really sorry Marc, if you think it’s better if I leave, then I will,” you sighed, annoyed by the turn of events.

“No, it’s not a fan. At least I think, he’s- well, he claims to have something really important to talk to you about. He gave me this to show to you, said it’ll show you he’s serious,” Marcus shrugged and held a picture out to you. It was an old Polaroid of a young couple smiling into the camera. Your breath hitched.

“Is he the guy in the picture?” you asked with a newly found seriousness.

“Yes, at least he looks like it. Is the woman-”

“Yeah, could we use the office? Only if you’re okay with it, of course.”

“Sure, no problem, go ahead, I’ll bring him to you in a minute.”

“Thank you,” you earnestly smiled at Marcus as you made your way to the door that led to the office. You were used to being nervous, but not quite as nervous as you were then. This could change a lot of things, everything if it was what you imagined it to be. You looked at the picture in your hand again before sitting down behind the desk and putting it down on the desk. There were steps behind the door coming closer, so you took a deep breath as you wiped your hands on your pant legs. The door opened and in came a man who looked just like the guy from the Polaroid. He seemed familiar, not just from that snapshot of the past, but something in his face rang a bell in your memories. You mustered him, trying to keep a stern exterior as you didn’t know if this was going to be what you thought it would be.

Marcus gestured the man to sit down on the other side of the desk, before giving you an encouraging nod and closing the door as he left.

“Hello,” you greeted the man, hands intertwined before you on the desk.

“Hello,” he responded alike and you could feel his curiosity burning through you. Had you misinterpreted this? Was this just another weird fan?

“This picture,” you looked at it again before sliding it towards him, “how do you know my mom?”

A/N: So, what do y'all think? Let me know in the comments or in my inbox ❤️ Also, I'd appreciate feedback on the title as well, not sure if I should change it or keep it.

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ddarker-dreams · 11 months

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Can you please rate the current husband rotation (scara,blade and chrollo) based on highest sex drive to lowest?

Btw i love your work your amazingggg <333333

thank you very much!!!!!!!! i'll throw gojo in there for good measure. whether anyone wants him, that's up for debate, but he's slapped into the mix now.

warning for not SFW beneath the cut, obviously, and afab reader. dubcon if you squint.

alright, so, this'll be ranked from 10 as the highest and 1 as the lowest.

scaramouche — 9.

it's bad. it's real bad. you weren't expecting it either. from what little scaramouche has allowed you to know about himself, you considered him the type to look down at sex as debased and pointless. this assessment of yours would've been accurate had you not been in the picture. sadly, you are very much in the picture, and it's a picture he'd stare at until his eyes ceased functioning.

he is clingy, he is needy, he is relentless. it's embarrassing and he'll never admit it, but he views sex as the ultimate connection lovers can experience. two becoming one. he places far more sentimentality on it than you'll ever be privy to. or so he'd like to think, because the tears he sheds into your neck as he enters you for the first time give him away. he'll hold you in an uncomfortably tight grip, almost in a trance. he's inside you, the closest anyone can physically get. sure, there's pleasure to be found, but that isn't the main allure. he can move forward and you'll gasp. pull back and feel how you squeeze him, as if you couldn't bear to let him go, not even for a second.

deep down, does he know this is an involuntary muscle spasm and not some long-awaited reciprocation of his awful love? yes, he knows. he ignores that rational explanation, as he so often does when you're involved. from the second his tip began pushing in, he knew he'd become addicted. for you to encourage him, declare your undying love between moans and gasps, reassure him that he's all you can ever think about.

he'd deliver the seven nations to your feet if it meant experiencing that.

if anyone were to interrupt his time with you, even if it's a report that the sky itself is cracking open, he'd kill them for the infraction.

basically, every second that passes without him being inside you further sours his mood. his underlings dread long missions away for this very reason. one of them made the mistake of consoling his lord that it's just a few more days until he can see you again. scaramouche ordered that his tongue be cut out for daring to speak your name. he's the only one who deserves the privilege. anyone else is entirely unworthy of the right.

when he comes back, you won't be leaving the bedroom for hours. he cannot detach himself from you. he's insatiable, utterly insatiable.

gojo — 8.

satoru thinks you're hot. like really hot. call-to-wake-you-up-at-four-in-the-morning-for-phone-sex hot. he cannot behave and he doesn't want to. if he's driving you somewhere, his hand is on your thigh. when you're taking an important phone call, his fingers will rub circles into your clit through your panties, no matter how desperately you try and shoo him off. the type to send you those memes that if he died in between your thighs, it'd be a happy death. he loves your body, how his name sounds when you sigh it, the scent of sweat on your skin, the taste of your favorite cocktail on your lips.

for as long as he can remember, he's never been the type to resist doing what he wants. he'll be late to meetings with the higher-ups because you fell asleep in his arms and he refused to wake you up. he'll tell a special grade curse he's fighting to wait a second because you sent him a cute text he wants to reread. should he notice someone checking you out, he'll appear beside them, praising their excellent taste. throw in a comment that they can have your phone number if they just approach you. then, every time they try, he'll warp them back a little further at a time.

this isn't to say no one is allowed to admire you, though. that wouldn't be fair. he likens it to if leonardo da vinci kept the mona lisa hidden in some dark, dusty corner. others can appreciate your beauty, so long as it's on his terms. poor nanami gets texted to pick between what dresses he should buy you, with the unnecessary addendum that 'it'll get ripped off at a later time wwww.' the very first time nanami heard gojo speak your name, he knew the strongest sorcerer was going to become infinitely more grating.

satoru just finds every second he spends with you worthwhile. whether it be the two of you lazing around in pajamas and watching a b-movie, or if you've been teasing him relentlessly all day, earning you a sleepless night. you're like air to him. there's something about being around you that has him hooked. which is why he never wants to put out that lovely flame burning within you. no, he stokes it, savors the burn that only you can leave on his skin. if you're his world, he has to be yours.

chrollo — 6.

you can call this man all sorts of negative labels and each one will apply. immoral? depraved? a murderer? all are perfectly true, he won't claim otherwise. from all the potential insults to sling his way, however, impatient can't be found among them. he's anything but that. his patience is impeccable. otherworldly, at times. he will sit there with a soft smile as you get upset in any manner you wish. he doesn't rush you or interrupt, you're allowed to get it out of your system. it's then that you realize the threat you're dealing with can't be properly understood.

from the list of real winners here, chrollo is the closest to being 'classy.' he holds doors open for you. takes your jacket off when you walk inside. pulls your chair out on dates. for anyone else, these acts would be hollow performances, but for you? oh, he adores every second. he wants to make your heart flutter. feel how your breath hitches as he clasps a necklace around your neck, the chain cold against your clammy skin. observe how your pupils dilate when he rolls his sleeves up to help cook, revealing toned arms.

he takes his time with you. would he love to bend you over and rail you against the nearest surface? absolutely. what he absolutely loves, though, is foreplay. testing how long an indulgent man such as himself can deny his base urges. chrollo wants to see the exact moment you realize that despite everything, you want him. you want him bad enough to discard your pride and accept the affections of someone you once called the devil. the thought alone makes him shudder with anticipation. it's how he maintains control when your skirt rides up or when you brush against him in your sleep.

eye contact is a must when you abandon your inhibitions and let him bed you. the expressions you make when his fingers curl against your walls, as he sinks into you for the first time, when you clench and come undone around him; everything is a delight that gives him such a rush. then there's your visage after you're done. how you wince when he pulls out, his cum seeping down your legs. it's like he can hear each neuron of yours firing away to form a rationalization for why you just let him fuck you.

he's patient, but that just means when he does get what he wants, he'll be starved for everything you can give.

blade — ???

blade either wants to go at it like rabbits or has the self-restraint of an ascetic who committed themselves to celibacy for life. there is no in-between.

his mara suggests that he break your legs and fuck you until eternity itself comes to an end. he possesses enough lucidity to realize he shouldn't do that, regardless of the tiny part of himself that coos over the idea. due to the extreme fantasies that'd cause you irreparable harm should he ever carry them out, blade shoves down his desire that's become intertwined with his mara. this works for a time. sure, you might be unnerved by how he's always staring at you, but at least the integrity of your legs is ensured. how romantic.

because truthfully, no matter how curt his words are or sharp his glare is when you test his patience, he likes you. it's such a childish sentiment that it makes him want to groan with embarrassment. he tried suffocating the budding attachment, going as far away from you as he could, only to come crawling back each time. what if you fell in love? what if you opened your legs for someone else? these fears grow to such a degree that it influences his swordplay. he may or may not have allowed his opponent to skewer his heart, to see if that'd get the traitorous organ to stop pounding away at the thought of you.

this cycle of denying himself of you -> returning with an intensified obsession carries over to his sex drive. even blade doesn't know what will tip him over. it could be you saying his name in a particularly cute voice, how you bite your lip while thinking about something, or just him getting a whiff of your shampoo as he walks by. the next thing he knows, he's throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to the closest bed. or couch. even a countertop will do. the abundance's curse on his body extends to his refractory period as well. he gets hard again almost immediately after he cums. especially because you'll be underneath him, out of breath, looking like you're meant to be ravished.

he'll do all the work, you don't have to move a muscle if you're too exhausted. he gives you his release in every way possible. inside you, on your chest, face, mouth, and inside your stomach from all the times you've swallowed his spend.

#yandere gojo x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere blade x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #concepts #not sfw #dubcon #answered #Anonymous

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luveline · 8 months

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what about Steve finding out he’s gonna be a dad for the first time??? or him doting on you while you’re pregnant 🥹

You’re asleep when Steve’s starts kissing you. “Love you,” he’s saying between presses of his lips, the words bouncing off of the side of your nose.

You blink, eyelashes sticky with sleep. Your back aches and couch springs groan as you try to stretch, Steve’s arms locked around you to hold you in place. “What time is it?” you ask. Your voice barely comes out. You try again, “How long have I been sleeping?”

You tip your face back. He’s laid down beside you, smiling, his hair crushed by the cushion under his cheek. You brush it out of his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he says, sounding happy and affectionate at once. “I’ve been home for an hour. We napped.”

You can tell. You feel distinctly relaxed.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Nauseous.”

“Oh no,” he murmurs, pulling you against his chest. His hand slides down to your stomach. “What’s she doing to you?”

For a moment, he talks so gently, with so much love, you assume he’s talking to the baby. But then you realise he’s talking to you, and you melt like soft taffy under a hot sun. “Nothing, really.”

“No?” he asks, hand on the topmost curve of your bump.

“I think I didn’t like lunch. My taste buds are changing or something.”

“I can make you something. I’m an excellent chef.”

“Maybe…” You curl into him as much as you can in the limited space. “In a minute.”

“In a minute,” he repeats, half teasing, half something warmer. He’s turned on his side to give you and your bump enough room, an arm curled underneath you surely dead and the other still resting gently on your stomach. The air between you is warm, almost damp, too hot from napping together but neither of you willing to move away yet.

You get lost in thought. The nice shape of his smile is distracting, especially still lax with the after effect of a good sleep.

“What was your day like?” he asks eventually.

“Just quiet.” You close your eyes and let them sting, tears collecting under your eyelids that you blink away. “I think the baby is making me really tired.”

“Well, you’re making a baby. It’s hard,” he says. “Much easier to begin with.”

You smile rather than laugh, too tired. “Way too easy. How was,” —you yawn wide, eyes watering yet again— “your day?”

“A little less tiring than yours, obviously.”

You rub your nose into his polo shirt. “Every shift is another pair of socks.”

“This one’s worth more than that. A box of diapers for sure. And a couple of days of groceries, I guess.” He kisses your nose messily. “Got your vitamins on the way home.”

“Thank you… Actually, my day was agitating. I have this itch between my shoulders I can’t reach.”

“Yeah?” he’s immediately interested.

“Yeah, would you– yeah, to your– little more…” You drift off as his hand sneaks under your shirt and his nails find the awful evil itch that’s irking you. He knows exactly where to go from the slightest hitch on your breath, and he isn’t cute about it. He likely leaves scratch marks behind. It’s exactly what you needed. “Thank you so much.”

He rubs the scratches with the side of his thumb to cover the pain until it’s faded. “You’re welcome, honey. I’m your guy. Itches, rashes, headaches, weird moles. I’m always gonna be your guy.”

“Until the baby comes along ‘n then you're their guy.”

“I guess so. I think you kind of…” You’re both so tired your conversation comes out slowly, but it comes. “…make that promise when you decide to have one. I’ll be her guy, but that’s not– I’m always gonna be here for you. I’m still gonna be your guy. You’ll have to share me, that’s all.” His nose crinkles with his smile. “I’m not gonna give you half, though. I’ll just have to double my efforts.”

“Really?” you ask. You hadn’t realised you were worried until he mentioned it.

“Duh, babe. Not gonna punish you for something I did to you.”

“This isn’t a punishment.”

His fingers spread over your shoulder, skin on skin. “For sure not. I’m not talking about the baby, I mean me. The way I am. I’m not gonna choose her over you, I’m going to take care of you both.”

His polo is easy to collect and squeeze in your hand as you tip into his chest. “You’ll have to choose her sometimes.”

“So you admit it’s a her?”

“I admit nothing, H.”

“I’m on your side forever,” he promises, noses inclined together, your bump pressed to his abdomen. He’s hugging you like there’s nowhere else in the world to be. “I’m always gonna look after you.” He scratches your skin in emphasis, much kinder and longer strokes of his hand. “Always.”

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duskier · 2 months

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Cyber stalker Laswell who meets you as a server in a fancy restaurant. The bill she pays without a blink of her eye is about a week's worth of your pay.

You're obviously attracted to her from the second she's seated, how your eyes follow the silver necklace she's wearing down between the open buttons of her silk collared shirt. How then your eyes flick to her hands, pupils dilating when you find her ring finger bare. It's like the general sitting across from Laswell doesn't even exist. She immediately likes that about you, how quickly and easily she's able to capture your full attention.

She watches your tongue behind your teeth move as you take her order, determined not to fuck it up. You were still new to this job, but the authoritative aura Laswell gave off had you at attention. Even her little smiles and nods when you confirmed her order felt like rewards. Like a dog being clicker trained.

Laswell tests you- she doesn't like pets who are obedient just because they can't think for themselves. She asks you to pick out a wine for her. You offer to have the sommelier come by, but she just shakes her head. You feel like a deer caught in headlights.

When you bring her the wine, a glass of '91 Penfold Grange, you can't help but watch her take a sip. Raptured at the sight of her rolling the taste in her mouth, lost in the idea of licking it off of her tongue. Laswell looks you right in your eyes when she thanks you, tells you that it was an excellent choice. She might as well have bent you over the table and fucked you right there, it made you melt. How could she make you feel so much with so little said?

(When you went to the back, her empty glass in hand, no one noticed when you licked at the stains on the rim where her mouth was. The wine tasted fucking fantastic.)

She left you a tip well over what was necessary. More than what the bill actually was, a number with one too many zeroes that made you gasp. She wrote out that it was a thank you for your service, and you shove the note in your pocket.

...Your heart sunk at the fact that she hadn't left her number though. Of course she wouldn't, a classy older woman such as herself? She probably only entertained you out of pity, because you were working and she was a professional.

You went home in a needy daze, her note burning in your pocket. You could still smell her perfume, the scent inoffensive but strong. If you fingered yourself with the note held in your other hand, Laswell's looping blue-ink cursive making you clench on your fingers every time you glanced at it, you didn't feel shame for it. Too busy lost in her pretty eyes, the thought of sitting naked in her lap, the idea of her voice praising and guiding you to orgasm.

...

What a pretty show, Laswell thought. Before she'd even gotten home, she'd had connections find everything about you. For such a smart person, you put much too much about yourself online. Not to mention, an open laptop on your desk, right across from your bed? You're lucky Laswell is looking out for you, remotely setting up security so no one else could see through that camera. Only she should see how your pretty thighs clench and jerk as you cum, only she should hear her name on your lips like that.

You were perfect for Laswell, exactly her type. Smart, pretty thing just waiting for someone to scoop them up, take care of them properly and teach them how to be a good pet.

#laswell x reader #noel.txt #part two where she finds your sw Twitter and becomes your biggest patron??#also ignore the wine choice i dont know fancy wines so i thought of the last one i had dlnsns its actually ass #cw stalking

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binniesbooks · 2 months

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• DO FRIENDS KNOW HOW YOU TASTE?

YJ 999 .F25 2024

wc 3.8k

pairings bff!Yeonjun x cheater!reader (little bit of bf!Soobin x reader)

warnings explicit cheating, slight choking, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, public fingering, creampie (+ if I forgot anything)

faye's note This is a product of my very own extreme Yeonjun brain rot as a Soobrangdan! Help! I kept on saying I'd cheat on Soobin with Yeonjun, BUT FOR FUCK'S SAKE, DO NOT DARE CHEAT IF YOU'RE IN A RELATIONSHIP. WE DO NOT TOLERATE CHEATING! 🚫 PLUS IF YOU HAVE FRIENDS , DO NOT GO OVERBOARD, UNLESS YOU TWO ARE DATING, GOODNESS! that's all, thank you cheaters 😂 (it's supposed to be a joke, cheater!reader 😭)

You and Soobin started dating not too long ago. You two met at the library, he had helped you out, reaching for a book that was too high for your reach. You two instantly clicked. After hanging out with him from time to time, you realized you had started to catch feelings.

On study days, you would be with him at the library. Coffee dates, picnics. You know the common ways of falling in love.

You love Soobin. You really do. He knows it. Everyone around you knows it. Even your friend -- Yeonjun.

Yeonjun has been your friend since high school. You met him way before meeting Soobin, obviously. And of course, Yeonjun was not an ordinary friend. He liked being close to you. He liked holding you. Sometimes you choose not to be with them at the same time because Yeonjun would practically hog you to himself.

But Soobin never said a thing. He keeps in mind, that you knew Yeonjun better than him. You met Yeonjun way before you dated him. He also promised himself not to get in your way. He didn't want to hurt the girl he loved most. That's how much Soobin loves you. Pure. Innocent. Modest.

He never allowed anything to develop between the two of you beyond a bit of physical contact. He preferred to handle things on his own rather than do anything he thought you might disapprove of. He was satisfied with just a kiss on the forehead or even a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes he would give kisses on the hand, but rarely on your lips. A few hugs would suffice.

He believes that you are still too innocent to take your relationship to the next level.

But of course, Soobin couldn't stay silent throughout his life. He felt the need to speak up too. "Y/n," Soobin holds your hand, brushing his thumb on top of your hand. "I know Yeonjun holds a special space in your heart." He was staring at you, eyes full of guilt and sadness. "But I'm feeling a little bit jealous. I'm sorry, I can't help it," Soobin confessed when the three of you were at a cafe.

Yeonjun was the one ordering. And that gave Soobin the chance to tell you what he felt."I'm sorry, Binnie. Don't get me wrong, okay? He's just a dear friend of mine. I have no one else besides you and him." Soobin leans into your hand as you cup his face, sighing as he closes his eyes.

However, the silence between you two broke when Yeonjun cleared his throat. He placed the tray on the table as he flopped down beside you, casually draping his arm around your shoulder.

Soobin averted his gaze. Quietly reaching for his drink. Sometimes he thinks he's not your boyfriend anymore, despite telling himself not to say a thing about this issue.

"Soobin, have you already reviewed for our exam tomorrow?" Yeonjun asked, acting as oblivious as ever.

"Well, yeah... I kinda browsed through it last night."

Yeonjun ran both of his hands on his face and said, "I did too. But it's math. And it's making me frustrated.”

"We can just share the table amongst the three of us tomorrow," you chimed, knowing well that the other two couldn't excel in math like you. Both of the males nodded at your suggestion.

The three of you ended up sharing one table on your test. Your teacher didn't pay much attention to the seating position, so it gave you the chance to change seats. Plus, he didn't check on his students while the test was happening, allowing the two males to peek openly at your paper.

Saturday came, and you got a call from Soobin, asking if you were free today and if you were down for a date.

"Y/n, are you busy? Do you wanna go with me to the amusement park that just opened?" he asked."Sure, Bin! I'm down! Let me just get ready!" You really wanted to make it up to him. "Okay, I'll pick you up. I love you."

"I love you too, Soobin."

Soobin never raises his voice toward you. He's so soft-spoken and gentle. You almost couldn't find a flaw in him.

Soobin came shortly, in his usual tee and jeans. A bright, dimpled smile flashed across his face when he saw you.

"Let's go?"

"Let's go!"

You enjoyed the date with him. In fact, you really love going out with him because he knows what to do, gets everything planned, and is always prepared for a plan B. You love Soobin. You love your boyfriend. So why, of all people, are you kissing Yeonjun at your front door?

"I'm glad you enjoyed our date. I'm really sorry for being jealous y/n. I promise not to say unnecessary things about your friendship with him." You were in Soobin's embrace the whole time while he was saying all of these.

"No, Binnie, I should be the one saying sorry," you admitted. Soobin only shook his head, "No, it's all good. Maybe I wasn't in my right mind at that time. I should've known better."

"Plus, I know you love me. You love me, right?" he added.

"Of course, you silly boy. I love you!" You pinched his cheeks and planted soft kisses on them. You stepped back a bit, cupped his face, and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. Soobin was stunned.

"Just one!" You giggled as his eyes grew wider. "Now go, you don't have to escort me all the way upstairs. It's getting late now."

Soobin nods, mind-hazy, and walks away like he was a hypnotized man. You chuckled at him before you marched upstairs to your unit.

You froze when you saw Yeonjun sitting beside your door. He stood up when he saw you, smiling from ear to ear, his eyes droopy.

"Were you out?" He asked when you approached him.

"I was. Why are you here, Jjunie--Holy cow! You're drunk!" You exclaimed when you stepped closer to him, the smell of liquor shooting through your nostrils.

"Just a few shots, not that much," his voice slurred. "Missed you so bad, baby..." he whispered, holding your face. "L-let's go inside, people will see--" You were cut off when his soft and trembling lips pressed onto yours as he pushed your back against the wall.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours. “I fucking missed you so much, pretty," Yeonjun whispered again before diving in for another kiss, biting down on your lower lip. Slotting his thigh between your legs. He pulled away again, rubbing his thigh on your clothed cunt, the tiny dress allowing him to move his thigh freely.

"Y-yeonjun..." you whimpered as you looked up at him. "I-inside... Let's go inside... B-bedroom..." Yeonjun snatched the key from your hand as he rushed to open the door of your unit, shutting it closed once he pulled you inside.

He pushed you against the door once more, kissing you down to your neck.

"A-are you in a rush, Jjunie?" You chuckled, tangling your fingers on his black locks. Yeonjun pants and shakes his head. "It's just that. I miss how you taste... It's been a week..."

"So eager, love. So eager, I like that." You smiled at him. "Let me wash up first," you added as you kissed his nose. He then pulled away and hugged you as you wobbled your way to the restroom because of his weight.

Just as you bent down to the sink, about to wash your face, Yeonjun lifted the hem of your dress, pressing his hard-on on your ass as he held your face to make you stare at you and his image reflecting in the mirror, his other hand resting on your waist.

He slowly grinds on you, biting his lip, and stares at you, looking into your eyes through the mirror. You propped both your hands on the sink to keep your balance, letting Yeonjun rut in you.

Yeonjun stopped, gently massaging your waist. "Have you two kissed?" he asked. You slightly nod your head and say, "J-just a peck." Yeonjun's face darkened, and his hand that once held your face moved down to your neck, giving it a little squeeze. "I'm still your favorite friend, right?"

"Y-you will always be, Jjunie."

"Now, move," he commanded, tightening his hand on your neck. You gasped for air, as you slowly rubbed your ass on him. Yeonjun removes your panties, pulling them down to your thighs.

He slid his cock out of his boxers as he rubbed it on your wet folds.

"Poor Soobin. So oblivious to what's going on," Yeonjun smirked as he slowly pushed inside of you.

You felt the familiar stretch down there, causing you to falter and chant his name. Both of his hands are gripping your waist.

"You know my name very well, don't you? Given that I'm just your dear friend," Yeonjun started thrusting, as he picked up his pace. "How come you're still so tight for -fuck,- for me?" he added.

"T-too big, Jjunie! Ahh!" You felt yourself lose your remaining strength. So you had no choice but to lean your forehead against the sink.

"Shit, I'm close, baby, fuck!" His movement stuttered for a while before he stilled inside you. Then he moves again to let you cum.

Your whole body was trembling, and your legs wobbled when he pulled out. "Fuck, I came so much; will you be okay?" Yeonjun pulled you to face him, cupping your face. "I'm f-fine, Jjunie. T-thank you so much." You bit your lower lip, nodding your head as he hugs you.

You can still feel his cum dribbling down your thighs. “Let’s get you cleaned up." Yeonjun planted a soft kiss on your forehead before he lifted you up, carrying you to the tub.

"I'll go get your clothes; you start washing up."

You found yourself cozy in Yeonjun's arms once again on that cool night. You two were tucked in your bed as Yeonjun ran his fingers through your hair. You felt drowsy, surrendering your body to Yeonjun's embrace as you fell asleep.

When you woke up the next day, Yeonjun had already left your place. Maybe he did at dawn; he always does this; but you were used to it.

And the cycle went on. You and Soobin go out for a date, and Yeonjun waits for you at your front door -- may or may not be drunk. Something happens between you two; he leaves at dawn. Soobin was still as oblivious as ever. Yeonjun enjoys it. He knows you'll keep him around, cheat on Soobin over and over again, and let him fuck you no matter what day it is.

It's been a few months since this type of setup started, not to mention the fact that even before you met Soobin, your friend, Yeonjun, has been doing things with you.

"Y/n, it's my birthday tomorrow; can you do this friend a favor?" You could see his smug look over the phone call. "Do you mind joining me at my birthday party at the club? I know you don't wanna go to those kinds of places, but could you please reconsider?" He decided to invite you to a club, no, persuade you to join him.

You had no other choice. Since he rarely asks for requests, you complied. "Fine, fine, I'll go with you. Just this once, okay?" His chuckle resonates as he replies with a hum.

You asked for permission from Soobin to go, and of course, as your loving and considerate boyfriend, he gave you permission. "Only if you let me pick you up after," Soobin said over the phone.

"I'm fine Bin sweetie. It's not far from here. I can take care of myself," you assured him. He sighed in defeat, "Call me if anything happens."

"To the corner." Yeonjun was holding your waist, admiring how the dress you wore hugged your every curve.

"It's too dark," you groaned as you plopped on the corner couch.

The place was not too big but could accommodate at least a hundred people. "I'm gonna go blind before we get out of here, Jjun," you complained, the blinking colored lights making you dizzy and making you squint your eyes.

A bucket of beer was placed on the table in front of you, along with some expensive-looking bottles of liquor. You pour some into the glass, which you guessed was whiskey. Yeonjun was intently watching your moves. You handed him the glass. "Happy birthday, Jjun." You smiled at him.

A smirk was plastered on his face as he got the glass from you, swirling the liquid inside the glass.

The clubbing went well, to your surprise. Yeonjun was quiet most of the time. Aside from his constant compliments, nothing came out of his mouth.

"You're drunk. Let's get you home." Yeonjun sighed as he stood, trying to pull you. "It's y-your birthday Jjun! L-let's get wasted!" You slurred back.

He groaned as he ran his hands against his face. "You're borderline wasted, baby; get up." You shook your head until someone approached you.

"Hey! Y/n! Is that you?" The girl called out to you. You rubbed your eyes as you stared at the girl in front of you.

"It's me, Ria, Soobin's cousin. Remember?" Yeonjun's gaze shifted from you and the girl who approached you.

"Ah! I remember now!" You exclaimed.

"Where's Soobin? And who's this guy you're with?" She asked.

"A close friend of mine, it's his birthday; we're just celebrating." You tried your very best to speak straight, and it's safe to say you did succeed.

"Happy birthday," she glanced at Yeonjun, to which Yeonjun replied with a small smile, "I'm gonna call Soobin to pick you up, okay? It's getting late; it's not safe outside."

"I'm fine; you don't have to. Besides, I'm with my friend."

"Friend..." You can tell her eyes were judging Yeonjun at this point. From the way, Yeonjun was holding your hand.

"He's really just a friend; you don't have to worry. Besides, I even asked Soobin for permission and they even know each other too." Ria nodded, sighing as she got up and bid goodbye. Even though her phone was already pressed against her ear.

"Friends...Do friends know how you taste?" Yeonjun chimed as he sat beside you once again, his face resting on his palm above the table.

"Y-yeonjun, keep your mouth shut..."Yeonjun gently slid his hand onto your thighs, down to your core.

"Jun... J-junnie, not h-here... Ahh.." his fingers traced your clothed fold.

"You saying something? Can't hear you; it's too loud in here," he asked as if he was not doing something...his fingers slowly thrusting inside your cunt.

He pushed his two digits inside, pushing and pressing. You held on to his arm tightly. Whimpers and whines are escaping your mouth.

"More?" Yeonjun taunts, "you need more?" You nod frantically as you watch his lips curl up to a smirk.

A few more minutes of his languid strokes, and you can feel yourself nearing your high.

Your eyes widened when you saw Soobin from the entrance door, his tall figure letting you know he was there.

"Y-yeonjun, your hand. H-he's here... S-soobin is here... ohh...please.. shit... M-more..." You clutched on his dress shirt, moving your hips unconsciously, begging for more, even though you could see Soobin looking for you.

"Please, baby, I need you... I need you so much..." You whimpered with a shaky voice.

A sly smirk played on Yeonjun's face. "What should we do then? Your boyfriend's here already. You need to go home." He chuckled at your trembling and drooling figure as you kept on moving your hips.

"Where is she?" Soobin asked her cousin, Ria.

"At the corner table, she's with someone whom she says is a friend." Soobin nodded as he headed towards the table at the corner, Ria following along.

"What the... I swear they were just here." Ria was confused, you were nowhere to be found. Soobin tried calling you. After six times, someone picked up the call.

"She's with me. Don't worry, she's fine. I'll take care of her." The voice over the line was Yeonjun. Soobin didn't know if he should be angry, jealous, or thankful. Nevertheless, he trusted you, and hence he just headed home. At least he knew you were safe.

Yeonjun threw the phone in the backseat of his car. "Fuck, at least wait till we are home, baby... Shit ahh!" He gripped tightly on the steering wheel as he bucked his hips up, hitting your throat.

"Wait til we're home, and you're done for, you-- fuck!" His lips are red and swollen from the biting as you bob your head on his cock.

Lucky for him, the traffic wasn't that bad. He decided to head to his place instead of yours. He was thinking Soobin might come to your place. Just to be safe. Besides, Soobin didn't know where he lived.

If there was a competition about holding back, Yeonjun could've won. He managed not to cum inside your mouth. He wanted you in his bed, not in the car. You were too pretty for public sex.

His front door burst open as he dragged you upstairs. His steps were heavy and rushed.

Without further ado, he quickly got rid of your flimsy dress, pushing you onto the bed. He did not waste any time, slipping out of his clothes, eyes full of lust. the moment he saw you lying on the bed.

The bed dipped under his weight. "How come you're so shy now, hm?" He taunts. "Show me your daring side; you just sucked me off in my car, and now you're covering your pretty little face?" Yeonjun chuckled as he pried your hands off your face.

"I hate to say this, but you're acting like a slut. My bratty slut." You whimpered at his words. You're not used to him calling you names, yet it stirred something in you.

Yeonjun hovers above you as he plays with your nipple, watching you squirm.

"My, my. Look at you. What a good, beautiful slut. A cheater, indeed." You might tear his sheets by how tightly you were clutching them."Y-yeon... J-junnie..." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his tongue swirled on your nipples.

He started planting wet and open-mouthed kisses on your chest. Leaving splotchy red marks in the process. Then his lips claimed yours in a searing kiss. But it wasn't aggressive; instead, it was a passionate one. A kiss that clearly says he doesn't only want you, but he also loves you dearly.

"I love you... I love you y/n. I can't do this anymore; I can't watch you with Soobin anymore. Please, I want you to myself."

You never thought that Yeonjun actually liked you to this extent. You thought it was just a normal thing to be friends with benefits.

"S-should I break up with him?" You asked as you held his face closer to you. "Do you promise to take care of me just like how we are now?" Yeonjun nodded, kissing your forehead.

You were caught off guard when he rubbed his tip on your wet cunt. "Stay away from him; you're mine. You were mine from the start." As he kept on teasing you with his cock.

"G-give it to me, Jjun, please... Ohhh.." You were moving your hips with him, hugging him, wanting him closer to your body.

The stretch was familiar. It felt so good that you pulled his hair unconsciously.

"P-please keep pulling my hair, fuck, I love it. Holy shit." Yeonjun was into hair-pulling? You smiled; you never knew this side of him. He started thrusting, his warm flesh dragging over your mushy walls.

"D-did Soobin g-get to feel you like this?" his voice shaky as he slowly pulls out and slams back into you. Eliciting a yelp and a moan from you.

"N-no! Only y-you... O-only you, Jjunie..." His grin grew wider after knowing Soobin didn't even have the chance to split you and see this side of you.

"You're a bad girl y/n, you know that?" He played with your clit as he stopped thrusting for a while. You shook your head in disagreement. "I-i'm a good g-girl!"

"Do good girls cheat? Hm?" You bit your lip as you melted into his gaze. "Greedy too. You have a boyfriend, yet you're fucking your best friend. Such a whore."

"Yeonjun..." you whined, tears escaping your pretty eyes.

"Why are you crying, my pretty whore? Am I not making you feel good?" He pulled out fully, teasing his tip once again on your folds.

"P-please say i-i'm a good g-girl.." You pleaded, tears still flowing from your eyes. "You're my good little whore, baby. You're not bad for cheating on Soobin with me, you deserve this good cock." He cooed at you with a wide grin, slamming back again inside you.

"Now be my good baby and pull on my hair again, will you?"

You tangled your fingers through his dark locks, pulling them every time he thrusts inside. He can't let you see his red cheeks, deciding to hide into your neck the entire time, busying himself with planting hickeys on your porcelain smooth skin. His thrusts were so strong that you came two times in a row already.

"It feels so fucking good... Shit." He couldn't stop telling you how amazing he felt every time you pulled on his hair. "It feels too good; I think I'm gonna cum," he groaned on your neck, his thrusts growing sloppy.

You nodded frantically, wanting him to cum inside you again and again. Filling you up to the brim. To let his cum overflow inside your pussy.

It only took him a few more thrusts before he spilled inside, painting your walls white. His cock pulsated inside your cum-filled pussy. He pulled out gently, not wanting to spill his cum, pushing his cum more inside of you with his two fingers. You felt so sensitive that you started to whimper underneath him.

"I hope you don't forget what you've said, because you're drunk," he sighed as he lay beside you, pulling you into a hug. Your arms reached over his waist, hugging him back. "I won't. I'm already sober."

"Don't joke around. I almost dragged you out of the club because you seemed borderline drunk, baby." He pouted. "I swear, I'm sober, Yeonjun. I started being sober when your cock reached my throat earlier." You chuckled, giving his chest a few kisses. A blush crept up his cheeks as he buried his face on the top of your head.

"Just tell me when you're ready to go again, hm? I want more," he whispered. "Five minutes. Let's continue after five minutes," you chimed as you littered his neck with hickeys.

@binniesbooks 2024

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dunmeshi-darlings · 6 months

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oh boy, hi there! welcome!

can I request reader sneaking chilchuck some nice booze every once in a while that they found to spoil him a bit for disabling all the traps? maybe reader has some bad experience with traps and is super happy someone is able to take care of those so they do not walk into them all the time and get hurt? basically reader spoiled chilchuck a bit while trying not to seem like they are favouring him too much. obviously they have a bit of a crush on him.

hello! and congratulations on being my first ask, and might i say you have some excellent tastes! i hope you enjoy.

When you first pull out the bottle you can see chilchucks eyes light up

"Hey! is that what i think it is!?" he says excitedly taking the bottle from you, uncorking it and giving it a quick sniff before smiling and taking a swig and asks where you got this.

You blush telling him that you found this really fancy booze and snuck it in without marcille finding out cause they figured he would want some.

Plus its a little thank you for him cause you always hated dealing with traps due to having some bad experiences with them in the past involving traps causing your first deaths in the dungeon.

Chilchuck cant help but smile as he takes another swig, telling you its no big deal. Its his specialty after all and he is always more than willing to deal wit the traps, Despite the dangers of it he takes pride in his work and he cant help but take some pride in disarming a particularly dangerous trap. You cant help but blush at how cool he is for taking on these dangerous traps and you can feel yourself blushing as he speaks....something he notices and asks about

You panic and wave it off, saying you had tried some earlier to make sure it was good and its just made you a little warm is all. You dont want him to know how you really feel about him. He simply shrugs and thanks you for the bottle, corking it shut and putting it in his pack again and thanking you.

Of course he doesnt buy the excuse you came up with and gets the feeling that perhaps your feelings for him are more than just thankful. But he doesnt want to press you about it do to his own views on romance among party members and knowing that this sort of thing always causes issues.....But he cant shake the warm feeling in his chest your gift and words make him feel and he starts to think that maybe the no romance in the party rule just might have some exceptions.

#chilchuck #chilchuck tims #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #chilchuck x reader #tw alcohol #dungeon meshi spoilers

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rebelspykatie · 2 years

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It’s funny that anyone would think that Steve and Robin aren’t platonic soulmates when they’re canonically attached at the hip.

Steve has a whole conversation with Robin that’s loaded with inside jokes as he literally ignores his date at the basketball game.

They follow each other around the video store talking about their love lives where they make reference to stealing each others jokes, wishing they could combine into one person with both of their skill sets, and regularly picking movies to watch while they work (and knowing their interests in movie genres).

Steve wakes up early to pick Robin up for school before he has to go to work, even though there’s several hours between that and when they open. He also doesn’t know that Robin can’t drive, so he’s obviously just been chauffeuring her around no questions asked. He was already doing this at the end of season 3 for their job interview.

This all started in season 3, but was solidified in that final scene where they’re going after jobs together, spouting off to potential employers about their best qualities to land the job. Robin has clearly had time to warm up to Steve and jokes with him about his resume and with Keith about Steve’s terrible taste in movies, but excellent taste in women.

During that drive to school in season 4, they talk about both of their love lives, in which they reference an off screen conversation where Robin gave Steve advice to just be himself and girls would like him more, the same advice he’s giving Robin for wooing Vickie.

They openly talk about Vickie throughout season 4, so clearly there’s no shyness or residual awkwardness from the coming out or Steve’s former crush on her. In fact, it appears to have made them even closer. See: the boobies conversation in episode one.

They’re close enough that Dustin has obviously mocked Steve for not dating Robin repeatedly after the events of Starcourt. They have that platonic with a capital P speech down pat. They joke twice about being in charge of the kids together, once when Dustin and Max barge in to search for Eddie and they joke about taking turns strangling the little idiots and then again when they get on the boat about bedtime’s at 9 kiddos.

Both joke and poke fun at each other. Robin makes fun of Steve’s protective streak with the whole ‘unless you think us ladies need you to protect us’ comment. Steve makes fun of Robin snooping in Nancy’s room and jokes about her not giving off an academic scholar vibe. Steve jokes about wanting to punch her in the face when she won’t stop rambling about rabies. Steve teases her about her muppet joke working because he’s the one who made it up. Robin’s previously teased him about how many children he’s friends with, not knowing he’s protecting them from supernatural horrors.

By the end of season 4, we find out that they both had issues learning to walk. They both think their romantic interests are doomed. They give each other the same advice.

They always gravitate towards each other, especially when they’re in danger, always in the same group. Robin clutching at Steve and making sure he’s okay after Eddie held the bottle to his throat. Robin jumping in directly after Nancy when Steve got sucked into the watergate. Robin moving behind Steve in the upside down when the bats were coming at them because she knew he’d protect them (actually everyone goes to stand behind him). Robin crying out for Steve first when the vines snatch her. Steve finding Robin to grab the supplies for the Molotovs and then chasing after her when Vickie kisses that boy.

Any time we see people break off into groups, they’re together. Paired up to discuss end of the world strategies and their unrequited love lives. Team search for Eddie. Team keep Eddie safe and hidden. Team destroy Vecna. Always the same team.

Steve encouraging Robin, even after the incident with Vickie in the store because he doesn’t want them to give up on love. Him being so happy to see her flirting and chatting with Vickie at the school. Robin comforting him when Nancy runs into Jonathan’s arms.

If you’re watching all of that, I don’t see how you could come away with anything less than them being platonic soulmates. They’re practically finishing each others sentences while they bounce one brain cell back and forth between them.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic soulmates #do I ever shut up?#no thanks for asking #katie writes

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tyrantisterror · 6 months

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Today, on my birthday feel good movie marathon, I am beginning with Lupin III: The First.

I am very much a fake Lupin III fan. I know of it, watched a few episodes on Adult Swim (which series I can't say - I know there's multiple, and it was definitely one of the older ones, but Adult Swim just called it Lupin III, so beats me which one it was), and like both how it's incredibly influenced by Western detective and phantom thief fiction while in turn having a tremendous influence on anime, manga, and even Western cartoons. But I'm not super knowledgeable.

Which is why when I say you can love this movie without knowing a single fucking thing about Lupin III, you can trust me. It's an excellent movie, with beautifully and subtly stylized animation and really wonderful characters and direction.

Oh, yes, the direction. It's directed by Yamazaki Takashi, i.e. the guy who directed a little known indie picture called Godzilla Minus One. I knew that movie was going to be the shit the moment it was announced because my man Yamazaki has the fucking sauce in this one, and he'd obviously bring it to Godzilla. Dude knows how to handle international icons of Japanese pop culture.

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Watch the opening credits to get a taste of the glory if you haven't yet. It's magnificent.

#Youtube

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rotten7rat · 2 months

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Batfamily + Cooking

Alfred:

He's the main cook, and has been since taking the job as the Wayne's butler. Classically trained in the culinary arts, and thankfully stillvery much enjoys it, though not as much as he used to. He likes baking more than cooking, and has gotten more of a sweet tooth as he's gotten older. Leans more on your classic British dishes, but is always happy to try a requested recipe. Prefers to cook either alone or with competent help.

Bruce:

No. Cannot even be trusted to make a grilled cheese, he always burns them.

Barbara:

Pretty good. Very much a 'throw something together at 7:30, eat at 8' kind of person, but everyone is always happy to have what she cooks. If it takes hours to make then its not worth it. A teacher suggested once that being raised by a single father, she must do most of the cooking and cleaning, and after that she refused to learn how to cook out of sheer stubbornness.

Dick:

An excellent cook. I think it comes naturally to him, he didn't spend much time cooking growing up but once he taught himself the basics he can pretty much throw anything together. Its by no means a passion of his, but he does enjoy it. However, he doesn't cook often due to being too busy and/or tired, so he gets a lot of takeout or just has something quick or microwavable very often. But if he's cooking you best be there. Anything can be a social occasion and he happily accepts help in the kitchen. Not great at baking though, he always manages to over-cook or over-mix.

Cassandra:

I'm sorry but she will throw rice, water, and and an unseasoned chicken breast in the rice cooker and call it a night. Either that or she'll have a protein shake and seven eggs.

Jason:

Quite good. Unlike Dick, it doesn't come naturally to him, but he is a fast learner and picked it up mostly from Catherine, Alfred, and YouTube. That being said, would he prefer tortellini en brodo or four boxes of Kraft mac and cheese? Tamales or something quick and greasy from Bat Burger? Its always the second option. I think he often cooks as a distraction or just something to do, and just gives it to the single mother across the hall or throws it in the freezer to eat a week later.

Stephanie:

Decent. She'll see a recipe on TikTok and will try it instantly, and she's always excited to try something new. Works best with a recipe but decides just to wing it mostly. Cooking with her mother has become somewhat of a bonding activity. Really good at baking, especially things like brownies and cookies. However, she will also throw pickles, peanut butter and ice cream in a blender and swear it tastes fantastic. Is learning to cook more because everytime she sees Cass eating a boiled chicken breast she takes psychic damage. Trying to sneak meat alternatives into Cass without her noticing. It worked once.

Tim:

Not great. Will follow the recipe to the letter and will somehow still fuck it up. He mostly sticks to simple recipes that are hard to mess up, and also just doesn't have the desire to spend heaps of time in the kitchen. He does make a mean sandwich though, every time someone tries to replicate one its just never as good.

Duke:

Doesn't particularly enjoy cooking but he's fine at it. Not as bad as Cassandra, he will season his food, but prefers it to be quick and not complicated. Loves heavier foods like pastas and other carbs but doesn't have the patience or desire to make them from scratch so he uses jar sauces, frozen potatoes etc. Will put taco seasoning on everything.

Damian:

Good eventually. Doesn't cook a lot now, but when he was younger he had a kind of 'well obviously its not difficult, its just cooking' mindset. He was humbled. By Dick. I think when he's older he is much better. Will still follow a recipe so it is perfect every time. It isn't a hobby, just a task that must be completed, but he'll be damned if he's eating bland food, he will spend an hour preparing vegetable tagine. Nobody can help of even be in the kitchen with him while he is cooking, because they are breathing all the kitchen air and taking up all the room. Get out.

#i called it a grilled cheese for y'all #these can be swayed by canon evidence but this is what i have gathered so far #dc comics #batfamily #dc universe #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #barbara gordon #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #headcanon #batfamily headcanons #vegetarian damian wayne #vegetarian stephanie brown

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merakiui · 6 months

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thinking about how riddle was trained in ballroom dancing by his mother,,,, orz this same thing, only it's you and stepbrother riddle!!! his mother teaches the both of you independently before bringing you together to be each other's partners. she expects the both of you to show her excellent work after so much time spent practicing and learning. it's riddle's first time dancing with someone his age and he's more worried that you'll think his hands are too sweaty or that he's too nervous when he shouldn't be rather than fearful of messing up in front of his mother.

when he dances with you, he feels so light on his feet. his heart doesn't feel nearly as heavy. his entire soul is unburdened. you're just so perfect when you smile at him. so beautiful. his precious, beloved stepsister. one day the two of you will dance again, only it won't be for practice. one day you'll share this same waltz as newlyweds. <3

i like to imagine the both of you are each other's firsts for everything. first dance partner. first kiss. first fuck. etc etc!! as you get older and your tastes and preferences mature alongside you, you experiment with new things (sex, dating, etc). i think the logic here is something along the lines of "better your stepbrother than some brute who won't treat you right!" but then trey is so accessible and not as taboo as riddle........ maybe you just like your stepbrother more hehe.

omg and the sheer panic of when riddle knocks you up, whether intentionally or not. >_< now you have to hide it from your stepmother. you lie to keep riddle from getting in trouble, if only to mitigate her anger and disappointment. how dare you do something so disgraceful! how dare you go behind her back to do irresponsible, slutty things! riddle listens in from the other side of the door and cringes at the harsh scolding. he feels so bad and very much at fault. but there's also a part of him that's happy. now no one else can have you.

stepmother rosehearts who kicks you out because no child of hers will live under her roof like that! she provides no support or assistance. maybe she even convinces your father of this mindset as well. riddle desperately wants to help, but she tells him to stay out of it. you argue, yelling at her until your throat is sore and scratchy. she tells you to go back to the streets you whored around at because obviously you'll be right at home there. it's terrible. riddle wants to be strong enough to defend you, but whenever he finds the words and tries to speak them one glare from his mother has them drying up in his mouth. he can't say anything and it's terrible.

you pack your things and leave in a huff. riddle tries to talk you out of it. there must be something that can be done. you're intent on keeping the child (something your stepmother is so very against) and you can't exactly stay when it's riddle's child. so you leave, much to riddle's dismay. he promises to keep in touch. once he finishes his studies and has saved enough, he'll buy an apartment and the both of you can live in it together with the baby. it'll be perfect!

but so much time has passed since that promise. it's a shame riddle couldn't be there to help you as much as he wanted to. he tried when he could, but academics just got in the way. and the two of you had to navigate this secret to keep your parents from learning the truth. T_T but it's okay! who should you find in the midst of your grief but a certain eel who is more than happy to take you in and look after you! how wonderful. <3

#meraki mumbles #tw: stepcest #tw: pregnancy

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vampirememory · 1 year

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Intuitive PAC: What is your next partner's appearance?

Hi guys! Here is a simpler, intuitive pick a card today about what your next partner's appearance may be.

Now go ahead and pick a pile 💖🎻🪿

Disclaimer; remember that people are very vast & unique, meaning that there's a chance that this reading won't resonate. Just make sure you use discernment and let go what doesn't resonate 💖.

Also, the PAC's intentions was to be for your next partner, but it is possible to ask for your future spouse/there is a possibility they may be your future spouse, but take what resonates as it's different for everyone.

Pile one is the silver & pink tiara, pile two is "baby", pile three is the hello kitty radio, and pile four is a heart.

Pile One

♡ Brown hair and blue eyes.

♡ Somewhat of a shaggy hairstyle. Their hair may touch slightly below the ears (regardless of gender). Might have a blue or teal streak in their hair or previously had one (or will have one in the future).

♡ Baggy clothes, streetwear. Might also have somewhat of an interest in cyberpunk.

♡ May have a unique facial feature (ex: uniquely placed freckles, moles, or skin dis/coloration). Might also have acne marks or scars that you find to be attractive.

♡ I'm seeing paler skin, although darker skin is a possibility. I'm seeing that you find their skin very attractive regardless. Their skin has somewhat of a natural glow. Vitiligo may be in the picture.

♡ Taller, more lanky (regardless of gender).

♡ This is the shortest pile, spirit/the universe/whoever you believe in may not want you to know specifics about this person.

Pile Two

♡ Muscle man. Might have somewhat of an appearance of those strong guys from circuses ? (Unsure of the name, but a very stereotypical, burly & muscular man with a full beard/mustache and tattoo combo).

♡ Might have lengthy hair. Their hair may reach past their hips.

♡ I keep seeing/hearing body hair, they have a lot of it (I'm seeing this regardless of gender. Women may feel more comfortable letting their body hair grow OR may constantly be complaining about it/shaving it. She might shave in some areas and not shave in others (ex: regularly shave her legs, but her arms are unshaved)). Might have something characteristic like sideburns or a unibrow (ladies w a unibrow: btw I love you you're so pretty ily genuinely)

♡ Brown hair or darker colored hair.

♡ This particular person might be Asian, specifically hearing Middle Eastern or South Asia (Pakistan? India?). Also possibly Egypt or North African.

♡ They have medium toned skin. Obviously, the countries listed are a lovely spectrum of skintones and there is not one particular skin tone for one region, but they are more than likely brown versus being white or black.

♡ lovely voice I heard, not particularly a physical characteristic but you'll love their voice.

♡ might have very nice...feet? You'll like their feet, something about them is lovely in a foot model way but also sturdy, or they may have a certain gait or way of walking you find to be attractive.

♡ may smell distinctly of roses or some other flower, like jasmine. A very pungent, beautiful flower that you don't forget (I'm being reminded of night-flowering jasmine, which in my household is known as "lady of the night").

♡ People here are more than likely asking for a woman. If you're trying to find out about a dude, they might have a goatee ?? They may appear to have somewhat more feminine traits; his eyelashes are beautiful holy shit !!!!

♡ lovely, lovely eyes. May be very dark but you almost get lost in them, very beautiful. Or they can be a unique shade of brown or green, you love them regardless.

Pile Three

♡ excellently fashioned. Specifically said. You might really like their fashion taste. Best dressed (being brought to the best dressed game on animal jam, they may model or just have top notch fashion, always on top of trends or may wear things that are classy, chic).

♡ may be genetically French. Not seeing them being from France (obviously if you are in Europe this is more likely, take what resonates), but a similar appearance to Pile One's person.

♡ stronger, square jawline.

♡ I'm being brought to an image of some tiktoker, but his female version for videos? She usually has freckles from the filter & longer brown hair.

♡ might dress in blue a lot or blue is their favorite color.

♡ pale af. Nothing wrong with pale people but they're pale lol. Whatever you consider pale is them.

♡ might be well off, as seen with the first choice, might come from old money OR they might be a tiktoker and making bank (infinite money glitch was the exact phrasing).

♡ might look very good in gold jewelry, they dont think silver isn't really their color BUT I'm seeing that they probably have a cool/green/blue undertone.

♡ very nice nails, regardless of gender they always look very nice.

♡ might be tall, 6'0-6'4

Pile Four

♡ darker skin, brown locs

♡ might have colorful extensions, you'll find their hair style very beautiful and unique, "fresh"

♡ lemony fresh, might have somewhat of a fresh & clean feel to their essence and appearance

♡ bluish brown vest, might like wearing vests or layering their clothes. Somewhat of an academia look.

♡ might wear glasses or might have contacts, might change out the color occasionally just for fun.

♡ might own a pair of pink contacts

♡ aura is very friendly and "fruitful", they have a really nice aura to them that shines in their physical appearance.

♡ skin, nice skin.

♡ has very nice teeth, they might be eerily perfect. Whatever you consider to be nice or perfect teeth for a partner is what they'll have.

♡ if you've been manifesting or trying to script a perfect partner, they might be the exact replication of your desires.

♡ "fantasia", something important for someone out there.

♡ "ET" (the song), women might somewhat have a similar appearance to Katy Perry, or this person might embody the music video in some way. Fringe & chrome.

♡ high cheekbones with fuller cheeks.

Thank you so much for reading! As usual, feel free to check out my masterpost with more readings, or you can support me by purchasing a reading by clicking here. Thanks for the support, let me know which pile you picked and if it resonated or not :)!

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posh--bee · 2 years

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tease || König

pairing → König x Reader

summary → Sparring with König truly brings out the worst side in you. You can’t focus on anything but the massive crush you have on the giant soldier, teasing him and flirting with him just to make him blush deeply while trying his best to ignore your words and fleeting touches. Until he confronts you about it and gives you a taste of your own medicine.

warnings → suggestive but no real smut, König being a little shit but also an absolute sweetheart, no descriptions or pronouns used for the reader, no y/n used

author’s note → I just wanted to write something about König pinning Reader to the ground while training and Reader having one last trick up their sleeve, and voilà, here we are! Hope you enjoy this little story!

word count → 4.2k

“Ready?”

You grinned up at König standing a few feet away from you, your hands raised in front of you and your legs positioned in a fighting stance, giddy excitement cursing through your veins.

“Ready,” you replied with a mischievous spark in your eyes, trying to concentrate on the fight you had just agreed to but feeling your self-control slipping already. Sparring with König truly brought out the worst side in you. You were inattentive, your footwork sloppy at best, and your punches and blocks nothing short of absolutely laughable. Had there been anyone else with you in the gym you would be thoroughly ashamed of yourself, but with König, you couldn’t bring yourself to care much about it, too distracted by your massive crush on the giant soldier. You were just glad that he knew you were a well-trained and focused fighter, taking yourself and your job as a soldier and sniper seriously, and that he had already seen what you were capable of and respected you for it. But in recent sparring sessions with him, you had been far from the best and strongest version of yourself you were trained to be.

Still, you couldn’t really blame yourself for it. Being alone with König in the gym of the military base you two were currently stationed on was just too exciting for you, seeing the otherwise silent and closed-off man completely relax in your presence, going along with your silly jokes and making you laugh in return with something he said, even trusting you enough to eventually take off the thick sniper hood around you and only you.

It had taken a while to get to where you two were now, König had needed time and encouragement you had been more than willing to give him to warm up and become close to you, and even more to agree to train with you without holding back (too much). But it had all been worth it because you had the privilege to get to know this gentle giant for who he really was, the two of you now being closer than anyone else on the base, much to your delight and all of your teammates’ dismay.

You obviously hadn’t planned on developing these feelings for the Austrian at all, but after spending so much of your time on base and later even during missions with him, talking to him until late in the night while watching the stars together or keeping him updated about the situation on the ground via radio from your elevated position on a rooftop and throwing in a few of your inside jokes, hearing him trying to suppress a chuckle—you had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

However, you had quickly decided that all of this was none of König’s business at all, even though everyone on the base knew how you felt about him except for him. Not because you were too scared to confess your feelings to him and terrified of a rejection, no, it was only because you were an excellent soldier who knew to keep their private life out of their professional one—and because there were more than a few people breathing down your neck who would have both your head and his if you started to openly date a KorTac contractor.

“You’re not focusing.”

König’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts and without another warning you ungracefully landed on your back, the old mats on the floor of the gym softening your landing only minimally and you groaned in pain—but figured you only deserved this for your inattentiveness.

You gave your training partner an apologetic look from below, only then realizing what position you were currently in, your cheeks immediately heating up. König had you pinned to the ground, one of his large hands holding both of your wrists above your head while his massive body hovered above you, not giving you even the slightest chance to break out of his grip. He had you completely at his mercy.

And you couldn’t find it in you to complain about that at all. If anything, you were very excited about your current position, feeling flustered and giddy while grinning up at him. But it wasn’t only your little crush on him that had you acting this way, it was also the fact that König felt comfortable enough to spar with you like this, to leave his hood and most of his anxieties behind once he was alone with you, showing you a side of him that you liked to think was only reserved for you.

The König from a few months ago definitely would have panicked after throwing you to the ground and keeping you in a position like this and not smugly smiled down at you like the König that was currently on top of you.

And while you could wholeheartedly accept your defeat against him, you still liked winning—and messing with him—a little too much to just surrender without any fight at all.

Without warning, you swiftly hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him down while arching your back up as best as you could, pressing your whole body against his with a coy smile, your face now only inches away from his.

König’s eyes widened in surprise and, as you had expected, he was too flustered to react fast enough and stop you when you used all your strength to break out of his hold and flip the two of you over on the mat, now straddling his hips and impishly grinning down on him.

With your hands braced on his broad chest you leaned forward, reveling in the dumbfounded expression on König’s face before giving him a wink and playfully rolling your hips on top of him, even biting your lip for good measure.

“As much as I like being under you, this is also a great position, don’t you think?”

Your voice almost sounded like a purr and your mind promptly wandered to more explicit activities you would like to indulge in with König right now, the ones that would allow you to finally confirm your suspicion that every part of him was as big as the rest of the man.

You chuckled when you felt him shuddering underneath you, his face and the tips of his ears bright red, not looking as comfortable with your current position as you were. It felt intoxicating to be in control of this massive man, having him at your mercy even if it was just for a few moments, but you knew not to take it too far, knew when to stop. You valued König’s company and trust far too much to push the boundaries of your friendship to their breaking point just because you couldn’t control yourself and let your intrusive and embarrassingly horny thoughts win.

“Sorry, big guy,” you apologetically smiled down at him and straightened up, finally letting him have his well-earned victory. “I’ll stop now.”

You moved to get off of him and stand up, mentally already preparing for another round of sparring which you would take a lot more seriously than the first one, when König’s big hands unexpectedly grabbed your hips and held you in place, startling you to complete stillness. You raised an eyebrow at him in question, trying to ignore the burning sensation of his calloused fingers on your bare skin where your t-shirt had ridden up slightly, searching for his gaze, your heart beating wildly in your chest because of this simple touch.

But König resolutely refused to look at you, his face turned away from you while his hands still held onto you, keeping you firmly in place. Confused, you watched his Adam’s apple rising and falling in his throat before he attempted to speak, his voice too composed for your liking when he did.

“Do you just act like that for fun? To tease me? Or is there more to it?”

You could only stare down at him, not having expected him to call you out that, your heart leaping into your throat and suddenly feeling very shy, a nervous laugh tumbling from your lips.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently, deciding that playing dumb would somehow be your best bet to get you out of this conversation, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

König sighed and risked a fleeting glance at you, his fingers involuntarily tightening on your hips, drawing your attention back to him.

“Don’t do that, please. I just want to know—When you say something like you just did, I never know if you’re being serious or not. If there is some truth behind your words or if you just like messing with me.”

“König, I—,” you began without actually knowing what you wanted to say to him, so you snapped your mouth shut, guiltily looking to the side. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your frantic heartbeat and racing thoughts, desperately searching for the right words to defuse this situation without revealing your true feelings for König and potentially ruining your friendship with him, all while awkwardly squirming on his lap.

You eventually settled for an uneasy little laugh that got halfway stuck in your throat because of the lump that had formed there, ashamed of your own behavior.

Gingerly, your eyes darted to König’s only to find him looking up at you already. There was a pleading look in his eyes, a vulnerability to him you had never seen before and it pierced the core of your very being, asking, begging you for nothing less than the truth.

Your voice was quiet when you spoke up again, faltering slightly but you tried to hide it with a lighthearted chuckle, convincing neither him nor you.

“I do like messing with you, but I’m not just teasing. It’s so much more than that.”

You knew this wasn’t nearly enough, having to hide your face behind your hands for a few moments to collect your thoughts, feeling how heated your cheeks were, not having planned on confessing to him anytime soon—if ever. But with the way he was looking at you now—hopefully, anxiously, imploringly—every emotion he felt clearly displayed on his features, you needed to tell him. He had that effect on you, you had realized early on in your friendship, always getting the truth out of you with nothing but a pleading look in those blue eyes of his. You could never get away with vague answers or little white lies, in the end he would always know your innermost thoughts, your wildest dreams and worst fears, the most hidden parts of your soul.

And now he would know the last piece of yourself you had kept a secret from him—that your feelings for him long exceeded those appropriate for a friendship.

You braced yourself against König’s chest again, his heart beating quickly underneath the palm of your hand, matching the rhythm of your own, preparing yourself for your next words—for the truth.

“I liked you from the moment I saw you, when you walked into the base behind all the other KorTac contractors, literally towering over everyone else. You weren’t really looking at anyone and people seemed to avoid you just as much as you avoided them, but I just wanted to get to know you. And then we started to spend more and more time together, talking in the kitchen and outside in the yard at night and I guess—I just fell for you at one point.”

You forced yourself to keep going, your eyes looking anywhere but at him, nails digging slightly into the hard planes of his chest as you revealed the last fragment of yourself to him.

“And I can’t stop thinking about you, it’s so embarrassing! You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning, wondering what you are up to that day, if you’re free to spend some time with me, and the last thing when I go to sleep, probably even dreaming about you. I even tried learning some German just to impress you, but I didn’t get very far with that at all. And my teammates are teasing me endlessly about you, I don’t think they know how to have a conversation with me anymore without mentioning you just so I can embarrass myself in front of them.”

Then you casually shrugged, acting like you hadn’t just lay bare your heart before König, your eyes looking everywhere but him, adding with a wonky smirk,

“You have no idea how often I thought about just grabbing your stupid face and kissing you when you have me pinned down under you while we’re training here.”

There was a deafening silence weighing down on you now that you weren’t rambling anymore and you hoped there was a sniper out there somewhere, training their rifle at you and being merciful enough to put you out of your misery, nowhere near brave enough to handle however König might react to your confession.

You yelped in surprise and confusion when suddenly your world was turned upside down, your back colliding with the mat again, but it wasn’t thanks to your imaginary sniper who saved you from having to deal with the consequences of your own actions.

König was hovering over you as he had earlier, trapping you underneath him, his eyes boring into yours with smug confidence playing on his features that you had never seen there before. His large hands were braced on either side of your head and his waist fitted perfectly in the space between your open legs.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you looked up at him with wide eyes, watching him lean down to you with a smirk on his scarred lips before whispering in your ear, his breath warm against your skin,

“How about you stop teasing then and actually put your words into action, hm?”

His low voice sent an electrifying shiver down your spine, your lips parting slightly without any sound leaving them, still staring up at him, his eyes dark and intense. A slow grin began to form on your lips when his words fully registered in your flustered mind, your heart slamming against your ribcage in anticipation at this turn of events, a wave of pure relief washing over you that almost made you tear up if it weren’t for that devilish sparkle in his eyes.

Your favorite Austrian seemed to be full of surprises today. If you had known your feelings would be reciprocated this eagerly, you might have considered confessing to him sooner—after having some more fun messing with him of course. But even in your wildest dreams you wouldn’t have expected this reaction, it was better than anything you could have ever hoped for, and you were impatient to get to know this new side of him—intimately.

König raised an eyebrow at you, the cocky smirk still plastered on his face, challenging you to make your move, his newfound confidence not faltering at the lack of an immediate reaction from you.

You mirrored his expression, more than willing to join his little game, and slowly pushed yourself up on your elbows, leaning closer to him, your eyes falling to his lips before returning to his eyes, your stomach doing a delighted flip at the hungry look you found in them. But as you moved forward, he started to back away, your breath mingling in the space between the two of you but still entirely out of reach. You shot him a dirty look, your nails digging into the material of the mat underneath you but playing along despite your annoyance, chasing after him. The smirk on his face grew even wider, stretching the scar that ran across his mouth, tempting you to press your lips to it and trace it with your tongue.

The amused chuckle coming from König made you furious, but still you followed his movements when he suddenly pushed against your shoulder, gently pinning you to the floor again but using enough strength to hold you in place. You glared up at him, the look in your eyes nothing short of lethal but König wasn’t fazed by that in the slightest, towering over you in smug patience.

You pushed against his chest, more forcefully than you had intended to but he didn’t budge at all, just watching you in mock sympathy at your attempt to get him to move in any direction at all until he eventually decided to have mercy on you.

With his hand still on your shoulder König leaned down to you, your eyes instinctively falling closed when his lips were mere inches from yours, almost touching but not quite. His warm breath fanned across your face, a sigh falling from your lips when his scarred ones brushed against yours lightly, before finally—

Finally—

“Not so fun being teased all the time, is it?”

Your eyes snapped open in disbelief, wanting to scream in frustration, this close to ramming your knee somewhere very painful for him, but you controlled yourself, snarling angrily at him instead.

“Just fucking kiss me already, you complete ass—!”

Your cursing was abruptly cut off by König pressing his lips to yours firmly, kissing you deeply, desperately, pouring all of his frustrations and worries and hopes into the kiss, making you gasp in surprise. You couldn’t do anything but follow his lead, returning the kiss just as impatiently, your mind blanking when his tongue brushed against yours. The whine that rose in your throat as a large and calloused hand cupped your jaw and tilted your head back would have embarrassed you at any other time, but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it, too lost in the sensation of König’s lips on yours. Your fingers threaded into his soft hair and pulled, making him groan deeply in delight, and you thought that you could probably die happy now, hearing him make a sound like that against your lips.

You hooked your legs around his waist again, this time only to pull him against you and hold him close, encouraging him to keep going, to never stop kissing you like that, touching you like that, without hesitation or doubt but with complete trust and devotion, worship even. You had never felt as cherished in your life as you did at this moment, lying on the old mats in the gym of a military base, König’s weight on top of you, kissing you like you were the most precious thing in the world, the very center of his universe.

And to him, you were.

You parted from each other panting heavily, your chests rising and falling quickly from the intensity of the kiss, both speechless and overwhelmed by it.

Then your face lit up with a bright smile and König mirrored your expression, a shaky breath leaving him, his cheeks a lovely shade of red while looking more than pleased with himself, not hesitating to steal one or two more breathtakingly sweet kisses from you. His blue eyes were still darker than you were used to, but there was a tenderness to them that made your heart arch in the best way possible, a silent vow of his affection for you, something that he couldn’t yet express with words.

“I deserved that, didn’t I?” you joked after a long and dramatic sigh, watching König chuckle in amusement, the sound making you feel warm and light, a contented smile on your lips, still tingling from his kisses.

“You did.”

You rolled your eyes at him but mouthed a sincere “sorry”, watching him dismiss it with an easy smile and a small shake of his head. He covered your hand that was gently caressing his jaw with his larger one and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm, a look of pure adoration on his face.

You fought the urge to hide your face in his neck, a sudden wave of emotions rolling over you, burying you under it and the only way you knew how to survive it without drowning was to pull König closer to you by the collar of his shirt and kissing him passionately, clinging to him like he was the only thing that would keep you alive. He let you have control of the kiss, let your nails dig into his shoulder and the fingers of your other hand pull on his hair, let you show him just how desperate you were for him.

You pressed even closer to him, your whole body covered by his massive one as your kisses got more heated, your hips rolling against his muscular thigh that had ended up between your legs, the delicious friction against your center making you moan in pure bliss.

You were rewarded for it with a deep groan coming from König before he, disheveled and out of breath, untangled himself from you just enough to speak, desire making his voice sound rough and breathless.

“If you thought about this happening so much, did you also imagine what happens next?”

You smiled at your gentle giant, lovingly tracing a faint scar on the side of his face with your finger, noting how he leaned even into the slightest of touches from you, wanting to savor the feeling of your soft skin on his. His question made you muse about how stunned you had been by this uncharacteristic display of confidence and boldness from him, how easily he had toyed with you before giving in to what both of you had wanted for a long time now it seemed, but that underneath it all he still needed some reassurance, clear affirmations to calm his overthinking and anxious mind, tormenting him even after what had happened between the two of you already.

“Oh, you bet I did,” you grinned mischievously, your voice turning sultry, but you couldn’t completely hide your amusement from it. “At night in my bed when I felt especially… lonely.”

You watched König swallow at your words and the intensity of his eyes burning into yours told you just how intrigued he was by what you would say next.

“And what did you think about then?”

You tapped one finger to his nose playfully, your grin only growing wider.

“Mostly you taking me right here on the floor until I can’t even remember my own name and have trouble walking in the morning.”

You paused for the dramatic effect, letting your words sink in for a few moments before adding with an easy laugh, “But we should probably relocate that part to somewhere more private than here.”

At that König’s head snapped up abruptly, looking around the room frantically as if he had only now remembered that the two of you were still in the middle of the gym, his eyes widening in shock, a cold wave of anxiety and horror crashing into him at the thought that anybody could’ve walked in on you just now.

Without a word he got to his knees and scooped you into his strong arms, making you squeal in surprise, before standing up from the floor and heading to the door, your arms quickly coming around his shoulders and clinging to him. He carefully peeked into the hallway outside of the gym, looking left and right before deeming the coast clear, not wasting any more time to get to the nearest room that would grant you some much-needed privacy, namely your own quarters on the base.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, surprised that König hadn’t just thrown you over his shoulder and he gave you a boyish grin, his cheeks glowing with a pretty blush. His feet knew the way even without having to look ahead from how often he had accompanied you to your room after your training sessions, just to have a little more time with you, wishing you a good night before parting, his hand casually brushing yours, making his skin tingle pleasantly until he fell into his own bed, your lovely smile and the sound of your laughter following him into his dreams.

When the two of you had made it to your room without any difficulties König gently laid you down on your bed and in an instant he was on top of you again, wasting no time to continue exactly where you had left off in the gym, large and callused hands now slipping under your clothing, exploring soft and heated skin, squeezing and tickling and driving you wild with want and desire.

But between impatiently undressing each other and kissing and worshipping every new inch of scarred and soft skin that was revealed, absolutely desperate for what was about to come, you silently swore to yourself that you would get your sweet, sweet revenge on him for how he had played with you, strung you along, deprived you. You would make this massive soldier writhe under you, maybe while struggling against some restraints, begging you to have mercy on him while you would take all the time you needed to make him cry in blissful frustration before giving him everything he wanted and more until the only thing he would remember was your name.

But that would have to wait for another time, impatient to finally turn all those fantasies of your lonely nights into a reality with him.

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