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ilre-writes · 2 years ago

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I’ll await that trumpet’s wail (pov you are kazuma asogi: the fic)

ao3 link here

Summary:

You ought to put the matter to rest. You are in London. There is a goal just out of reach, and you must uncover it.

You cannot discard your mirror image burned into your mind.

Tomorrow. You shall contemplate once more tomorrow.

POV you are Kazuma Asogi searching for answers.

Three and a half moments spanning from the Masked Disciple era to postcanon, where you think about the truth, tomorrow, and your observations on Barok van Zieks.

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It is terribly dull on a typical London day. (The springs in your timepiece are wound tight, what are you waiting for? What are you waiting for, a ship to head to the Western city of London and take you to—unhelpful, hazy. Foggy, even. The state of this city must be bringing ruin upon any insight you would have else gained.) Your master fails to notice.

He is sat in his plush throne, legs crossed atop the stately wooden desk, (Mem. Inquire about the sort of wood; it looks elegant.) every part the leisurely gentleman. His case files make a particularly thick morning paper.

He inclines his head towards you, the furrow of his brow shattering this image.

He wishes for you to exit seiza, you can tell. (Seiza. How do you know what you know? Mem. Think about it later.) To join him and the great British civilisation at the table with the simple and dignified chair. You shake your head. There is a routine comfort in the Oriental custom, in the plush, low cushion, an inner strength in the still stability of your thighs. There is little more he can ask you to strip from yourself that has not been torn away.

He turns away, expression cryptic as he is. You’ve not known him long, but something tells you the mystery isn’t for a lack of time spent together. You can’t quite blame the man. The events that have led to your apprenticeship are fairly suspect, and you are well aware that a mute, masked disciple whose only notable trait is skill with a blade would sooner evoke “assassin” than an aspiring member of the legal field.

When the work day ends, he dismisses you almost pityingly. He always does so, melancholic eyes roving over your features. He thinks your circumstances unfortunate.

You suggest a shrug in response with a brief turn of the head. It’s what you’ve always done. He is never satisfied by that.

You contemplate, like yesterday and the day before and the previous week, on the possibility of pushing him. Of insisting that the proper course of action is for you to tidy up after him as you both leave. After all, you don’t do much of anything at all. Surely, you’re more trouble than you’re worth in your current state.

Nothing comes of it.

Instead, you oblige.

You depart and leave him to his violent, fractured tirade, of which within the course of a month’s repetition, you’ve scarcely heard half a word of through the other side of heavy doors. (Mem. Ask him when he’s in a better mood if there’s anything you can do to remind him less of this Sou— figure.)

You head back to the house in which you dwell. Shed your cloak, your second skin. Head to the washroom. Pour heated water on your aching head.

You’ll pay for that quick relief on a later date.

You dry yourself, feel the rough fabric of your towel (yet softer than anything from your journey) against your scalp and your forehead. Run the cloth through your hair.

And whilst you are here, in front of a gilded mirror, your back to a locked door, you pause.

And you take the mask off your face.

You face yourself, unblinking until your eyes itch for it.

Is it still a man you see in the mirror?

A boy? A doll?

What, if anything, do you see?

You search the deadened eyes for depth, for passion. The sculpted nose beneath the mask. The youthful countenance, yet untouched by wrinkles. Anything that might, perhaps, elucidate you on your past. Anything to convince you that none of this is in vain.

Your face is your face.

You smack your forehead. A most clumsy phrasing, unbecoming of an apprentice in the legal field, yet it is true. All you can glean is the self-evident. There is no way to plumb the depths of your mind and recall what is lost. Without a reference, a photograph, a notion of resemblance to another, your face is uniquely yours and your journey unmoored. It's like your very self is but a memory inscribed into water.

All you truly have to guide you are your senses and that voice, the one that went silent a month ago.

Your hair falls wrongly, covering your face. You haven’t a clue how to make it right. It’s growing long. You haven’t a clue how to make it right.

And you know this, as much as your mission.

How do you know what you know?

How do you feel the ache in your chest so deeply? Your bare forehead? Your constricted torso?

You ought to put the matter to rest. You are in London. There is a goal just out of reach, and you must uncover it.

You cannot discard your mirror image burned into your mind.

Tomorrow. You shall contemplate once more tomorrow.

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You return to work, you must. Lord Stronghart wound you up with his latest briefing, much like a tired mechanical toy he inserted the key into, and released you into the heart of the matter to begin executing your mission.

This is what you have been searching for, the opportunity you leaped at under the pretence of a study tour.

Before the unfortunate happenings upon the S.S. Burya, the massive waste of time spent in aimless labour on various ships, scraping for a pittance. Before those damned months under the worst of men.

You remember.

How could you have forgotten? It is unfortunate, especially as you have been deceived so thoroughly. Underneath your cloak, you and this wretch had sat in the darkness, perfectly genial fellows, if a bit strange, to unsuspecting passerby.

Even now, see, the front the man maintains at his arrest as he sits in gaol. That of a perfect aristocrat, a gentleman. Meek and mild, an innocent lamb on the altar, a chained maiden on the rocks. Lord van Zieks affixed his gaze to the floor throughout the entirety of Scotland Yard’s interrogation and for your private audience since. A cornered predator in the face of a huntsman.

You could strike at him now. The great blade Karuma is once again at your side. You very much could, but duty and responsibility come with your freedom, your right. Your father would not abide a slit throat in the dead of night, nor would he accept arsenic in glass. Your father, who taught you to write 正義, bold, clear, and straight, should not have a murderer for a legacy.

Your fingers twitch.

There is no intrinsic lethality in drawing blood. There is a Western practice called bloodletting, the draining of disease from the body. If you must take up the indignity of the leech, you will gladly do so. If it must take a foreign body to clear this wretched city of ghosts, then it is fortuitous that even rid of any sensibility, (you felt tranquility next to a murderer, after all) you had the prudence to position yourself as such.

It is all you can do to grit your teeth and not snap or strike at him. You lack the advantage yet against this unrepentant monster.

You feel the urge to ask, to demand, a many-toothed thing gnawing away at your heart.

Is it still a man you see in the mirror?

Is there skin beneath the bloodstained robes?

Do you sleep at night, with the howling of your victims within your walls?

However, you can live without knowing his answers. Nothing he would spit at you would be worth a stitch of even your previous clothing as a dockworker.

There is no intrinsic lethality in drawing blood. Your fingers twitch. You ought to cut down his hair and stab at his chest.

He denies you this. Before you can draw your blade, he turns away from the bars, dismissing you with a snap of his head.

All that remains in yours, all that holds yours level is the promise of tomorrow.

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Ryunosuke looks at you like you are the one who has horns and scales and skulls hidden underneath clothing.

He sees you, Karuma in hand, and moves to stand in front of the devil.

Your breath fixes itself in the center of your throat, a great lump. You thought.

Yesterday, you thought about Ryunosuke and today, that which was tomorrow.

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Did you sleep last night, you ask each other with improperly prolonged eye contact.

The moment lingers.

Being around your (newly reinstated) mentor is a dance: a mannerful routine of dodging each other’s whirling blades and oozing wounds, aborted conversations with half the words cut out. (Out of fear? Pity? Anger?)

And then there is work. The blessed rest from what may be the death of your soul, the numbing, unrelenting release of paperwork and reconstruction of justice.

There is so little to write home about as a result. The repetition of your days, arduous and character-building, could hardly fill half a page. Yet it wouldn’t do to monologue instead about your transformation. The bricklaying, that one day you may have for yourself a home in which you can lie content. It’s all agony and the worst of drudgery for Ryunosuke and Susato-chan to sift through, should you note it all down for them. No, they’ve no need to know about the myriad of papers you fetch and file and ferry.

And you desire to write regarding your rapport with your mentor even less.

He continues to be irritating. He frequently enters his office with his head bowed, sometimes with the distinctive stench of wine in his wake. He remains overly meticulous to the point of driving you both to neuroticism. His silence, his acceptance of whatever fate you would grant him used to be satisfying, yet it has curdled on your tongue.

There is a softness to him now, the wounded belly of the beast. You could strike at him. It would be a penitence, a mercy for the sorry man he is. It matters little whether you use the man’s own sabre which he had gifted you, a consolation as you are wanting for Karuma. It might even be poetic, the man felled by his own choices, his own sword to take his head.

You shake your head. Such is the path of darkness, the one you are trying, oh so trying, to overcome.

No.

You must grant him the burden of living, for you and him both. You must feel the freezing salve upon your skin and clench your jaw day by dreary day.

Ryunosuke trusts you. What shall you make of it? What is it worth?

Is it still a man you see in the mirror?

Or have you surrendered? Have you become nothing more than an animated corpse?

You do not know whom you are asking.

He dismisses you, and you depart. You will be there again tomorrow.

#dgs2 spoilers #kazuma asougi #ao3 #my writing #kazuma asogi #gee kazuma why do you have 2 tags #dgs fanfic

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quailfence · 1 year ago

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Title: moriturism Words: 963 words Fandom: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: References to canon character death, spoilers for 1-2 but nothing after that. Relationships: Asougi Kazuma & Naruhodou Ryuunosuke Characters: Naruhodou Ryuunosuke Additional Tags: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, Obscure Sorrows 2023, Community: 100ships, this could be read as romantic but there’s nothing specific implying it, Grief/Mourning, Mortality, legacy, Post-Episode 1-2: The Adventure of the Unbreakable Speckled Band, Missing Scene, Canon Compliant, Angst, Run-On Sentences, Stream of Consciousness, Moriturism, Introspection, POV Naruhodou Ryunosuke Summary: n. the insomnia-borne jolt of awareness that you will die, that these passing years aren’t just scenes from a dress rehearsal, rounds of an ongoing game or chapters in a story you’ll be telling later, but are footprints being lapped by the steadily gathering tide of an unfathomable abyss, which still wouldn’t wash out the aftertaste of all those baskets of Buffalo wings you devoured just before bedtime.

(Or: Ryunosuke thinks about Kazuma, life, death, memory, and legacy) On DreamWidth On Archive of Our Own On SquidgeWorld

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locomoqo · 8 days ago

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switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure.

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out��you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

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amphitriteswife · 24 days ago

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Can you please write for Gun with a female reader who used to be his fiancé back in his yakuza days?.He somewhat used to care for her but he was always busy with fighting and gaining his father's approval. Reader is a soft and caring person, she always disliked violence and wanted to live a peaceful life so she requested him to break up with her. He agreed with her cause he didn't had any feelings for her back then. Then she left for Korea and now goes to J High. One day she met gun when he was crystal's bodyguard and gradually he falls in love with her after seeing how soft and kind she is towards him despite his personality. He tries to convince her to become his fiancé again. But she doesn't want to cause of all the bad things he did to so many people. (Bonus points if DG/Goo or any other character also falls in love her 💥)

Omggg yessss i totally see this. I hope i did this right since you’re my first request for Lookism😭🙏

Black and pink

Pairing: Jonggun x reader

Source: Lookism

Warnings: love triangle, break ups, gun’s past tbh.

One could argue that your life without jonggun was way better and happier. He was handsome, strong, rich and most importantly: skilled. He was quite the catch. Despite his Korean name, he was half Japanese and born into the Yamazaki clan. A powerful family in Japan who had skilled members, and jonggun was considered one of them. You were his fiancée, the spotlight, the princess, the next equal who would marry him. The opinions were divided, one could say you were pitiful for marrying such a man. The other could say you should be grateful for even grazing his presence. And the other could say that they should’ve chosen someone else. Even though there was so much criticism and comments, there was one thing everyone could agree on: you had a lot of potential. His own family, well his mother and his uncle Shintaro, thought it was a good idea. Everyone had their opinions, yet no one regarded your feelings. Not your own family, not his, not Jonggun and most certainly the head of the Yamazaki clan. You expected Jonggun to be in the same boat and in a way he was. Yet he was too much for you. Too viscous. Too violent. Too cruel. Too chaotic. But what certainly was a deal breaker was the fact that he desired his father’s approval above anything else. It was quite stupid if you’ll be honest. He was chasing something so far and unreachable. It was unrealistic and because of that he also influenced your life as his fiancée. The many troubles and conflicts, the many challenges and arguments, the chaos and expectations. It was all too much. It interrupted the life you wanted for yourself. Even though you might have cared about him, it was time to put yourself and your own happiness first. That’s why you didn’t hesitate to break when you told him you didn’t want to be with him anymore. He himself agreed to it without many hesitation too, he didn’t see any need in continuing the relationship anyway. He found you too soft, too kind and too caring for his taste.

Now that you have moved past jonggun and being his fiancé, you found a new fresh start in Korea. Going to J-high and gradually having an overall positive life. You had made new friends at the high school, and the study you were doing was way easier than living up to all the rough expectations in the past. You were free. Free to make your own choices and who you interacted with. Coincidentally, you met a nice boy in your class named Daniel who had a very big friend group, the group always made you feel welcomed and didn’t judge you for anything.

One faithful day when you were meeting with the friend group, you met a girl named Crystal. She was very nice and pretty too. She disclosed to the friend group that she had a bodyguard who was going to tale her home. None of the people in the group, including you thought anything of it. He usually kept his distance and let Crystal do her own thing. Only when things turned bad did he intervene to beat someone’s ass who wanted to harm Crystal. He was very professional and often just kept quiet. You weren’t stupid and knew who it was, but kept it to yourself to avoid him as much as possible. Often you could find him staring at something, or to be specific: someone. But who are you to say anything? He was wearing sunglasses and it wasn’t like you were the only thing in his vision. Maybe he had his eyes on Crystal to make sure she was in no harm? It is his job after all.

A few days after meeting Crystal, Daniel offered to spent some time at the beach since the school year was ending in a few weeks. Daniel invited Crystal too since she is also a part of the friend group, what made you quite exited as Zoe and Mira really already had a whole plan with all the girls, and girls only. The boys however protested, excluding only some of them. Zack who immediately agreed and nodded his head along with Mira. Jay didn’t seem to care much and trusted his sister and not do anything irrational. Daniel only found it a pity, but didn’t seem to bothered and brushed it off as something normal.

During the day, the girls and boys eventually came together. Jay and Daniel were having a good time in the water, but accidentally splashed Crystal who scolded them. Zoe was standing with Jay’s sister and admiring Daniel’s shirtless body. Next to then was also Zack, who was gushing about Mira who gave him ice cream. They all seemed to be busy which gave you some time to yourself. It’s not like you hated hanging out, sometimes you just needed a break or to catch a breath. During one of the times you stepped away from the group to go to one of the bathrooms in the restaurants. On your way walking there you got a text message from a number you didn’t save just in case. ‘Hey. Let’s meet up in a little while. I managed to get some time off.’ Is what the text read. You thought for a moment to see if you would be free. Spending a little time wouldn’t hurt as you hadn’t seen him in a long time. It wasn’t too serious right now, but from his reaction and the fact he often kept in touch even with his busy schedule, he clearly was interested.

You were on the brink of texting him back before you felt a hand softly placed on your shoulder, despite the soft touch, the hand itself felt very rough. You turned your head a little to glance at the person behind you, only to find out it was none other than Jonggun park. Once again, life decided to play games with you by meeting a person you tried to move on from. You spun around and to face him and couldn’t help but breathe out an irritated sigh. Jonggun on the other hand had a neutral face, there wasn’t much to see aside from his lips anyway as he always wore a pair of sunglasses anyway. ‘Do you remember me?’ Is the first thing he asked you. It’s a stupid question since the you were pretty sure that you had recognized him from the start. You just nodded your head at his question, not wasting any of your breath on something so unnecessary, this made Jonggun chuckle a bit before his hand moved to your waist. He didn’t seem to care much about what you felt, but only what he felt. Typical for him. ‘Take me back.’ It was more a statement or a demand than a question. Before you could even give an answer ge explained to you about how he had observed you in the last few times you met up with Crystal. He told you how he loved you. He loves the way you seem so forgiving, so peaceful, you’re adoring happy smile, your kind nature and caring side. It’s all so appealing to him and it made him so intrigued. Funny isn’t it? He loves you for the same reasons he once pushed you away. It’s almost laughable.

‘Sorry. I’m already seeing someone.’ Is what you told him straight to the point. Jonggun could feel his face harden and his jaw clenching. You were seeing someone? Without even regarding how he felt about it? Why the hell were you even seeing someone in the first place? You should’ve only had eyes for him. He didn’t like it and it was easy to see on his face too. ‘You’re stupid. Telling me you love me? Go to hell. You once disliked me for the exact same reason you now tell me you love me for? Bullshit.’ This seemed to stun him a bit as he didn’t even say anything to you, probably to frozen because od your reasoning or the fact he was rejected in his life once again. Despite his stunned body language, you could still feel the hands on your hips which caused you to back off…that was until you bumped into someone. The chest of the person felt firm yet a little hard. Which was weird since this was a woman’s bathroom and the only man here was jonggun. Jonggun ok the other hand gritted his teeth at the person behind you and scoffed. ‘Looks like you had your chance hmm? Let’s not fight and make it a cliffhanger for the 3rd time.’

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism fanfic #lookism manhwa #jonggun park x reader #jonggun #park jonggun #lookism jonggun #lookism gun #lookisn gun park #gun park x reader #gun park #lookism x reader #lookism x you #dg x reader #lookism dg #lookism james lee #james lee x reader

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avocado62524 · 2 months ago

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#im soggy. i feel like bread thats been waterboarded. mentally #i saw this piece and died #dgs #iris dgs #i forgot #iris watson #there we go #herlock sholmes #barok van zieks #the composition leaves much to be desired but i put a lot of love into this #since how many years this game has been out?#dont sue me #fun fact: when i was in this fandom i randomly went around and drew fanart for fics and gave them to the authors anonymously and then ran #its been years so i can reveal that now #sorry for startling y'all that was me. i was too scared to talk to people #mainly cuz i drew a fanart of a fanfic once and the author got mad at me for ruining the impression of their story

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billie-lover8 · 9 months ago

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Sending a worrying question, then don't relpy

Ft. Gun,Goo,Daniel,Jay ,Vasco,Jace, Dg,Zack

Gun & Goo

Daniel & Jay

Vasco & Jace

Dg & Zack

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year ago

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Lookism as your Older Sibling

G/N. Fluffy and stupid. Goo with influencer sib, Gun with Yakuza sib, Protective big sib DG, general Ten Genius interaction (Crystal, Kouji etc.)

Goo with Influencer Younger Sibling!Reader

Goo regrets introducing you to Crystal.

Especially when you talk work, NewTube and Influencer shit and he has no idea what's going on.

Especially when you two whisper and giggle like school children, excluding everyone else from the conversation.

Especially when you two gang up on him, the uncool older brother. Which is ridiculous by the way. Because by what measure on earth, in the goddamn universe, would Goo Kim be considered uncool? People would pay to know him!

Well. People would pay more to know you. People do pay for your meet and greets but whatever. Who's keeping count anyway.

(You and Crystal hated each other at first sight. Goo expected it and gleefully introduced you anyway, knowing Crystal hated attractive people. Hypocrite, much?

You had rightfully called her out on it, along with some other choice names. And though it didn't help with her prejudices, she did grow exceedingly fond of you.)

But, he thinks as he watches you both, it is nice to have the Business Genius take you under her wing. To have you two tittering away together and Crystal looking out for you.

"Come on loser, let's go for lunch!" You beckon your big brother over and Goo resists the urge to shove you out the window. Who's a loser?!

Not Yandere!DG with Younger Sibling!Reader

"And who is this school friend you're meeting at the arcade?" DG regards you coolly, eyebrow arched and arms folded.

"James!" you pout, "Can I go or not?"

"How many times must I tell you to stop calling me James."

"Fine. Diego," and a giggle bursts out of you. It does every time you have to say his stupid new name. "But it's so silly."

His cold demeanour cracks and his lips lift, "You picked it."

"Yeah when I was like, nine," you roll your eyes, "I didn't think you would actually use it."

It's the same song and dance you two do every time. A nice reminder of everything you have both been through. And though everyone tends to call him DG now, whenever someone calls him Diego, all he can think of is your wide smile and big eyes as you told him how much you loved that name all those years ago.

Now? Well. The years have passed and the wide smile and big eyes are replaced with a sullen teenage expression more often than not.

Still. It's you and him against the world. How can he not be protective over you when you're the most precious thing in the world.

"Dieeeeego, please!"

But it doesn't hurt to loosen the tether now and then.

"Fine but text me and-"

"Be back by 10pm. I know!" You reach up to give your brother a kiss on the cheek then sprint out before he can change his mind.

"9pm!" DG shouts, just before hearing the door slam.

Gun with Younger Yakuza Sibling!Reader

Power skirmishes between siblings are not uncommon. Even with the hierarchy and principles of the Yakuza, unrest and violent backstabbing is to be expected.

Gun realises this. Is forever grateful that he can leave all the troubles of Japan behind knowing that you are at the helm of the Yamazaki family.

That with stepping foot back into Japan, into the family home, power is easily and smoothly handed back to him.

No troubles, no quarrels, no headaches.

"Yuzuru!"

Gun hears your scream before your thundering footsteps. Barely manages to brace himself for you throwing your weight at him, hugging him tight and welcoming him back.

Honorifics and formalities completely forgotten. Just a brief moment between two siblings. Gun hardly ever returns your embrace, though he does give you a small smile. Two of the most revered and feared people known this side of Asia and yet-

"I've missed you big bro!" You grin at him, blood smeared over your kimono and now all over his white suit too. "Some guys were out of line. I put them in their place for you!"

He gives you a small nod.

To say thank you, I trust you, and it's good to be back.

You, the Lil Sibling of the Geniuses

(DG, Goo, Gun, Kouji, Crystal)

"Here," DG hands over a piece of autographed merch to you. From some k-pop flavour of the month, the current No. 1 in the charts.

He usually wouldn't do this but when he first said no, Crystal, Kouji, Gun and Goo whipped their head around at him.

(Frankly, it is eerie how in sync they all are when it comes to you.)

Individually threatening him with breaking every bone in his body (Gun), with dying his ugly hair uglier (Goo), with deep fakes (Kouji) and with plummeting his share prices (Crystal).

Fuck's sake. He was only joking. Like he ever says no to you anyway.

Crystal and Kouji exchange worried looks.

A four way brawl won't end well, especially when there's such a power discrepany. Sure, you're strong, but compared to Gun, Goo and DG. Well...

It's only a matter of time before someone, likely you, gets seriously hurt.

"I fucking told you," Gun snaps at Goo as the blonde holds his hand up in surrender, eyes darting over to you in concern.

"Sorry sweetheart!"

DG sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. As the eldest here he really should have foreseen this coming. But when you said you wanted to test your strength, to see how you measure up-

He really really should have said no.

"You fucking idiot," Gun turns on you, examining your broken arm carefully, "Did you forget when we broke your leg?"

"N-no," you sniffle because goddamn it. It really fucking hurts. In a small voice, "I thought I was stronger now..."

"You're not."

"Don't talk to them like that!" Goo snaps, joining your other side and patting your hair gently. "But," and he grimaces, "You're not."

"It's my fault," DG adds, taking in the scene before him as Crystal and Kouji now come rushing over with the on-site doctor.

If there's one thing Gun and Goo can agree on-

They both nod.

Yeah, fuck DG. It's not your fault (it is). It's all his fault (it's not).

#man i dont get the crystal hate #i will change the narrative to whatever suits me lmao sorry #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #goo kim #gun park #kim joongoo #park jonggun #lookism dg #lookism james lee #wannaeatramyeon #lookism fic #lookism fanfic

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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year ago

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𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

— James Lee x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : When James Lee's girlfriend feels a little neglected.

WARNINGS : Kissing, neck kisses, making out, don't you dare press 'read more' and then report the fic. Please. I'm begging (⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠)

NOTE FROM LOTUS : I was gonna make this a Samuel fic and then changed it to Jake, then Daniel and then finally settled on James Lee. This might be ooc for James but......I just don't give a fuck. Anyways the fic is under the cut. The divider is from here.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Your eyes opened with the chirping of the morning birds. You blinked your eyes to adjust to morning brightness. As your vision cleared, it fell on the pink beauty asleep on the other side of the bed. Your lips curl up into a smile. Seeing him in the morning was pretty hard these days.

You lift your hand, running your fingers on his face and feeling the softness. Despite being the legend of the first generation, he somehow has managed to keep himself scar free.

You threw off the comforter and climbed up over him, straddling his waist, the cold breeze of AC hitting you instantly. The loose pink shirt of James you had on, barely helping. Your hands grazed over his toned chest as you started placing kisses down his throat. His skin felt cold against your hot tongue.

"What are you doing first thing in the morning?" DG or rather James mumbled, still half-asleep.

You sit up straight, leaving his neck glistening with your saliva. James stared at you with a soft smile on his face, not the swooning one he shows his fans or the menacing one he gives his enemies. A smile only reserved for you.

"I missed you James. You are barely home these days." You spoke softly, an invisible pout evident on your lips.

James, a name no one calls him anymore, not even Charles Choi who knows everything. Now he is DG, the infamous K-pop idol.

"Seems like I neglected my baby, hmm?" James said as buried his hands under the soft cushiony pillow.

"Sometimes I wonder whether I'm your girlfriend or that boy, Daniel Park." You leaned in, chest pressed against, "Tell me, are you cheating on me, Mr. James Lee?"

James gave you a look, "Maybe."

"Oh! come on James." You whined and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

His chest vibrated as the room filled up with laughter. Strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close. Few minutes later you found yourself sitting on the kitchen island watching your devilishly handsome cook breakfast for you.

Who could have thought the legend himself, James Lee would be cooking in the kitchen instead of taking over the world. James had thrown on a pair of black sweatpants. His back muscles flexed whenever he moved. Your eyes ranked over his back and all the events of last night flashed in your head.

James plated the food and brought it up to you, placing it beside you on the island. He grabbed your knees and parted them before settling himself between your thighs. You silently wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

James picked up a strawberry from the pancake and held it before your lips, "Looks like my baby is still mad as she has not talked to me once. So what can I do to amend my mistake?"

You bit the strawberry and spoke between chewing, "I don't know. If I tell you everything, then what will you do?"

James threw the rest of the strawberry in his mouth and picked up a moresel of pancake with the fork. It was dripping with honey, just the way you liked. He touched it on your lips. You held his eye contact as you took the pancake in your mouth, licking the fork in the process.

Honey dripped from your lips, over the chin and then down your throat. James followed the glistening path. The fork dropped on the floor as James placed his tongue flat on the base of your neck. His tongue glided up, licking off all the sweetness of the honey.

Your eyes closed and you leaned your head to the side, giving him more space. Your legs threatened to close around his waist and fingers intertwined with his pink locks. James licked the corner of your lips before taking them in his.

His one hand slid up to the back of your neck, thumb caressing over it. Your lips dance in sync. James squeezed your neck, making you gasp. He took the chance and entered his tongue in your mouth. It glided over every corner of your mouth.

You broke the kiss when you left out of breath. James buried his head into your neck, his nose gazing on your neck, and pulled you in a hug and you followed his lead.

His muffled voice broke the silence, "How about I take you to Kyoto. You can visit that Ninomaru-Goten Palace you were talking about. Just you, and I."

"And no Daniel?" You tried to suppress the laugh.

James held you firmer, "Just you, and I. No one else."

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

#lookism imagines #lookism x you #lookism x y/n #lookism x reader #lookism fanfic #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism james lee #lookism dg #Lookism deigo Kang #james lee x reader #james lee #dg x reader #deigo kang #deigo kang x reader #lotus writes

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snapdraqons · 1 year ago

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For Better or For Worse

Chapter Ten

ao3 link || read from the start

Rating: M (language, sexual references and humour)

Relationships: Asoryuu (romantic) Kazuma Asougi and Gina Lestrade, Kazuma Asougi and Barok van Zieks, Kazuma Asougi and Susato Mikotoba (platonic)

Chapter CWs: DGS 2 spoilers, discussion of grief and loss

Preview:

Kazuma isn’t one to give into others easily, but when it’s Ryunosuke (and something as small and inconsequential as his dress for Van Zieks’ wedding) he finds himself a little more willing to bend to him. He kisses his teeth in mock-annoyance before doing as he’s asked, doing up another button of his shirt as he sits down beside the other man.

There’s a moment of silence as he’s fixed with a withering look. “Kazuma,” Ryunosuke then says, “I meant to do it all the way… You know what, come here.”

It shouldn’t surprise Kazuma nearly as much as it does when his friend pulls him forward and reaches up to do up the very top button of his shirt. It’s a small, completely un-romantic gesture (if anything, the gesture is just plain annoyed on Ryunosuke’s part) but he feels his heart skip a beat as his hands brush over his neck to tidy up his shirt before sliding the bow tie around the collar. He frowns as he focuses, brow furrowed and lips pressed firmly together in concentration. It’s an expression Kazuma’s become especially familiar with over the years, from their debates and late night study sessions to the courtroom of the Old Bailey; this isn’t the first time he’s seen it up close before, of course, yet he still can’t help but take a moment to appreciate his features. ___

Kazuma and Ryunosuke prepare for the wedding.

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No update in over a month and then one that's 7k words long. Oops. Anyway, Chapter Ten of my asoryuu / kazuma centric fic is up!! Thank you for the kind comments on the previous chapter, they mean a lot as always! this one's a little longer but it's Gayer which is Perfect for the first chapter im uploading during pride month. As always, feel free to lmk what you think, leave comments/kudos or reblog this post!!

#asoryuu #dgs #dgs2 spoilers #tgaa #the great ace attorney #dai gyatuken saiban #kazuma asougi #ryunosuke naruhodou #barok van zieks #gina lestrade #maria gorey #iris wilson #yes theyre all in this chapter its a partayyyy #dgs fanfic #tgaac #my stuff #my fic #fbofw

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mngwahoard · 1 year ago

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: 大逆転裁判 | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Asougi Kazuma/Naruhodou Ryuunosuke, nikolina pavlova/original character, Benjamin Dobinbough | Albert Harebrayne/Barok van Zieks, Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes/Mikotoba Yuujin, Maria Goulloyne | Maria Gorey/Gina Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes & Iris Watson | Iris Wilson, Asougi Kazuma & Mikotoba Yuujin Characters: Naruhodou Ryuunosuke, Asougi Kazuma, Nikomina Borschevic | Nikolina Pavlova, Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes (Dai Gyakuten Saiban), Barok van Zieks, Mikotoba Susato, Mikotoba Yuujin, Gina Lestrade (Dai Gyakuten Saiban), Iris Watson | Iris Wilson, Original Characters Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Masc Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Children, Married Life, Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Transphobia, background susato mikotoba/rei membami, implied exes Herlock Sholmes/Barok van Zieks, Post-Canon, Mpreg, (sigh. but technically yes.), Long-Distance Relationship, Outing, Vomiting, (vomiting calms down after the first couple chapters), medical discussion, Trans Kazuma Asōgi, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change Summary:

Kazuma snorted at him, then hooked an arm around his neck and smushed him against his chest. "It'll be fine, Ryunosuke. I'm certain." Ryunosuke laughed, smothered as he was against Kazuma's night shirt, as the worry broke before Kazuma's sheer will. "All right, all right, I'll leave it!" The pressure around the back of his neck released, and he giggled again at the rather obvious message. Still, it had helped to calm him, in the odd way that Kazuma often did, and he found himself growing tired again. As he drifted off again, he found himself mumbling to himself. "Our own child…" he said, as though trying to remember a dream before waking. ~~~~~ Ryunosuke and Kazuma have a child together. Chapter 2 is up!

#fanfiction #fanfic #dgs #tgaa #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #asoryuu #ryunosuke naruhodo #kazuma asogi #dgs fanfic #tgaa fanfic #my fic

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river-fisher · 4 months ago

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Hi, yeah, uh-

I have no excuse. I just really liked the thought of him relaxing in a tub with wine

#barok van zieks #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #dgs #dai gyakuten saiban #river fisher #i love his character arc so much #and also his design and- everything #im so so normal ab him i swear #i dont already have a huge collection of fanfics about him WHAAAT??

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locomoqo · 21 days ago

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hello!! i love your writing <3 may i request a red hair era james lee x reader nsfw? perhaps a highschool rival romance? the idea’s been eating at my brain nonstop and askjdghdfak it’s so good and i think you’d do it justice

fine line

— james lee x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, fingering, teasing, edging, public (?) sex, james is a teasing asshole

A/N: i hope i got it right huhu, enjoyyy!! <33

In the dimly lit corners of the school library, you and James sat next to each other, pretending to study. The air between you two was tense, though not for the reasons anyone might assume. To the casual observer, it seemed like another academic showdown—two rivals buried in textbooks, locked in the usual battle of who could outsmart the other. But beneath the surface, something much more dangerous was at play.

What had started as a harmless competition had evolved into late-night study sessions, lingering glances, and stolen touches. You’d both been walking a fine line for weeks now. It began with innocent bets on who would be distracted first, spiraling into a silent game of seeing who could push the other further without breaking. Each challenge, each daring touch, made it harder to remember where the line had once been.

James sat next to you, his eyes scanning his textbook while you fidgeted with your pen. But under the table, his hand rested not-so-innocently on your knee. The game had begun again.

You shot him a side glance, raising an eyebrow. He met your gaze with a smirk, as if daring you to react. His fingers, light and casual at first, slowly began to move upward. It was subtle, but it was enough to make you aware of every inch between his hand and the growing heat between your thighs.

“Focus,” he whispered, his voice low but teasing, never glancing up from his book. “You’re here to study, remember?”

You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure. “I am focused,” you replied, though your voice was weaker than you’d hoped, betraying the flutter in your stomach. “Besides, isn’t it supposed to be ‘we’?” you add. His fingers inched higher, resting just above your knee now, and your breath caught in your throat. You cast a quick glance around the library, relieved that no one seemed to notice the tension between you and James.

“Schematic differences,” he murmured, his hand creeping farther up your thigh. His touch was feather-light, teasing, but it was impossible to ignore the growing tension in your body. You shifted in your seat, fighting the rush of heat spreading through you.

You weren’t going to lose—not to him, not like this. You straightened your back, pretending to focus on the textbook in front of you, though the words blurred together. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” you muttered, trying to sound more composed than you felt.

James chuckled softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “You talk a big game, but we both know you’re not going to stop me.”

His hand slid farther up your thigh, dangerously close to the point that made your breath hitch. You squeezed your legs together, but not enough to stop him.

Your heart raced, the challenge clear between you. How far could you let this go? How long could you pretend to be indifferent before you broke? Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, nails digging into the wood as James’ fingers ventured higher, just inches from the point of no return.

“You’re awfully confident,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. “But you forget, I’m stubborn.”

“Yeah?” His voice dropped lower, a darker edge creeping into his tone, sending a shiver down your spine. “Then prove it.”

His fingers grazed the inside of your thigh, so close that it made your entire body tense. You wanted to push him away, to stop the game before you lost control—but you didn’t. You liked this—the rush, the thrill of being so close to breaking the unspoken rules between you two, and the challenge of seeing who would crack first.

His hand stilled, fingers hovering just beneath the hem of your skirt, brushing teasingly against your clothed core. He finally looked up from his book, meeting your gaze with those piercing eyes that always made your heart skip. His expression dared you to stop him.

You should stop him. Instead, your hand drifted under the table, fingers grazing his wrist—not to push him away, but to hold him there. A smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned forward slightly.

“You’re terrible at this game,” you whispered, your voice laced with challenge.

James grinned, leaning forward until your faces were inches apart. His fingers pressed harder against your core. “Am I?” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. His hand remained, his fingers hovering just where you wanted them, the heat between you two intensifying. “I think I’m winning,” he added softly, his gaze flickering to your lips. “You’re practically dripping.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved, rubbing the tips of his fingers against you through your panties. You bit down on your lip to stifle the gasp that nearly escaped, trying to focus on the book in front of you. “You’re getting cocky,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut for a second as his touch sent shivers down your spine.

“Maybe,” he hummed, his tone smug, “but I don’t think you’ll be able to get one over on me this time.” His fingers pressed against you harder, his thumb pushing your panties to the side. You clenched your jaw, legs instinctively squeezing together, but James spread his hand out to prevent you from closing your legs entirely. “Focus now,” he teased, sliding his fingers between your folds.

“I wasn’t distracted,” you breathed out, brows furrowing as the heat built inside you. The words on the page became nothing more than a blur, your hand shakily writing nonsense across your notes. “Sure, keep telling yourself that,” he whispered, slipping a finger inside you. Your breath caught, and your hand tightened around his sleeve, your body betraying you as you tried to keep quiet.

“Want me to stop?” His breath brushed against your ear, his voice sending a jolt through you. You should nod, should tell him to stop, but instead, you shook your head. His grin widened as he slipped in another finger, curling them inside you. You almost jolted in place, only barely managing to offer an apologetic smile to the people who glanced your way.

James’ grin didn’t waver as he continued, keeping a steady rhythm between your legs. The slick squelching sound of his fingers moving inside you was embarrassing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch, your breath shaky with each exhale.

When your walls tightened around his fingers, a sign that you were teetering on the edge of release, James suddenly pulled his hand away, leaving you empty and frustrated. You shot him a glare, but he just shrugged and licked his fingers clean with a wicked grin.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, leaning back. “We’re supposed to be studying, aren’t we?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh, now it’s we? Fine. I’ll just have to beat you at this game next time.”

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