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Have the kids seen Bruce in his âI definitely did not kill my husbandâ robes?
I'd say they're pretty used to it by now.
Stare at my stupid overly detailed kitchen, boy.
#dreamer doodles#dreamer ask#batman#duke thomas#bruce wayne#every time i draw duke#his hair gets longer and longer#did i need to draw an actual fucking kitchen#fuck no#did i do it anyway and lose my mind in the process?#also no but here we are
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it is incredibly funny to me that i met steve vai while being completely unaware of his siren-like beauty from days of yore and then found out about it all the very next day
#not that he isnt beautiful now in a milfy old man musician way . you understand#but after Everything from the concert and meeting the guy i was like huh i should look him up. and thats how they always get you#quite possibly one of my fastest speedruns from 'who is this guy' to 'oh no'#anyway .#did i mention this part. i think i must have#but at the pre-show meet n greet where youre just kinda shaking everyone's hand i shook his hand and i was like Oh Okay Then đ#processing an i hauve covid moment in real time while trying to play it cool hopefully i succeeded#anyway . new york show countdown i like that the beacon theater will be host again to me losing my mind#i gotta make a phone call :( and see if we're doing the whole vip thing again !#anyway. having fun music times
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GRIM ACCIDENTLY OUTING YOUR CRUSH ON HIM !! . . grim accidently blurting out how much you love the dorm head . .
gender neutral reader / fluff / crack taken seriously / mutual pinning
a/n: this has been rotting in my idea list for like over 2 years, enjoy! og account: @/cupids-chamber
MALLEUS DRACONIA
Malleus was surprised, when you had decided to tag along on his Gargoyle Study Club meeting, however he was ecstatic with the idea of you joining him, while he talked about his favorite things. Truly an exciting time, talking to his favorite person about his favorite things!
For once he didn't quite mind having no one at the meetings, because he got to spend time with youâand Grim . . he's there too . . In fact, Malleus kind of finds it endearing he stuck around this long with you, listening to him, despite clearly not being interested in the topic.
Malleus walked around, showing you his collection of gargoylesâexplaining the extensive history of each one, and you listened, throughout his explanations which most people would find extremely boring, though seeing how passionate he was about the subject, you couldn't help but be engaged.
You followed along behind him, as he showed you each one, Grim on your shoulder, yawning rather loudlyâclearly bored with the past hour, where you dragged him into Malleus's club meeting, which you passed off as a 'morale' thing to doâwhen he can clearly tell you did this because you liked him.
"Ah . . I have something I want to give to you"âMalleus shifted through the drawers, looking for the miniature gargoyles he had made for the both of you (well just you, he figured grim would appreciate something more . . edible . . he got tuna.).
Grim leans in closer to you, whispering rather loudly, so much so you knew Malleus could hear, "henchman, how much longer . . my whiskers are turning white here!!", he whispered all bit dramatically, and you sighed internally, mumbling a soft, "Grim not right now", in response.
After a few more moments of silence, Grim leaned back, and exclaimed, "You seriously like this guy, he likes gargoyles more then I like tunaâ"
Grim paused, realizing he spoke a little more than he really should've. . . and Malleus paused, dropping whatever was in his hand to the floor, turning blankly at you, looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face . . (he's processing, give him a minute.)
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Riddle isn't the kind of person to intrude in a conversation, especially when he knows he isn't wanted there (debatable)âHe also doesn't enjoy listening in on others private conversations . . However, this case is different, obviously he has the right to be curious when you're being so very loud, I mean practically everyone can hear you!
His heels clicked on the floors, as he raced through the hallsâRiddle doesn't often find himself in a rush, but lunch had started 5 minutes ago, and he was running behind on his schedule.
His hands gripped his notes tightly, and just as he was about to make a turn, he heard his name . .âRiddle stopped in his tracks, looking around, in order to find the source of the noise, that's when he spotted you . . and grim, who was speaking rather loudly.
Now, Riddle swears he's not purposefully ease-dropping, but Grim was loud. . he was bound to overhear anyways! . . Well that's what he'll keep telling himself, in order to ease the guilt of listening in on your private conversations.
"Riddle?!" Grim exclaimed, waving his little paws around in shock, "out of everyone henchman, you like thatâ", you covered Grim's mouth with your hand, whispering loudly in response, "Why don't you tell the whole school I like Riddle, Grim?!?"
Riddle paused in response to that, 'you liked him? . . as in romantically? . .', Riddle loses his grip on his notes, in shock. Papers scattered the floor with a thud, and before Riddle could fix the mess he had accidently caused, you turned, and faced him . . This is gonna be one long confessioâconversation.
VIL SCHOENHEIT
See, Vil isn't the kind of person to believe in a rumor or petty gossip that he hears across the halls of Pomefiore, because if there's drama then Octavinelle and Pomefiore are the absolute first at the crime sceneâHe's well aware of how a small lie and a fake rumor can go and ruin someone's life, which is why Vil prefers information from the source.
That being said, Vil does enjoy gossipâand at time's he draws his own conclusion to a topic, and keeps it to himself, he's on the middle line of it all, but you bet, he'll 'coincidentally' overhear all the drama going on at your family reunion but don't worry, he's amazing with secrets. (Headcanon: he probably pretends not to like gossip, but still listens and reacts when Rook tells him what he overheard)
And this is why Vil couldn't help it but approach Grim when he heard him complaining begrudgingly to himself, about you kicking him out and making him run 'errands' . . which were more likely then not, a distraction.
"Oh it's nothing, henchman just needed privacy . . ya . .", Vil raises a brow, and Grim should've shut down, but when a can of good tuna got involved . . Well a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
Grim took the can of tuna from Vil, "They're preparing a confession letter", Grim spoke and Vil couldn't help but feel a pang of betrayal at the revelation, how could they like someone else . . When he's breathing! (At least wait till he's cremated, like gosh . . So as long as his body exists, even if he's not breathing, you should love him frfr #hawkmothcore for the win) . .
"To who?", Vil asks, curiously, and Grim stares at him blankly, "I'll give you another can to goâ" he offers, "Gimme it right now, and I'll tell ya'".
Vil sighs, handing him another can, "The letter is for ya', henchman likes youâ".
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
Now normally, Leona could care less as to what goes on in the botanical garden, while he takes a nap there (mainly because he's too asleep to register his surroundings), because even with his acute sense of hearing, rarely anyone visits, and if they do, they only do so to take a break or catch a breather, or to just immerse themselves in the garden as a sort of escape, so it's usually all quiet and soothing, for the most part.
However, some days he wasn't so lucky, be it students randomly popping in so they could skip class, or to have a picnic, or that random couple, who thinks it'd be a cute and adorable idea to have a date in the botanical garden because no-one goes there, and it's so secretive and the mystery excites them. (he hates, he fucking hates it, he's the biggest hater there is, he despises all couples equally.)
Leona was all comfortable, half-asleep, his eyes were closed as he was ready to just get some shut-eye, sleep for a couple hoursâuntil, he heard footsteps, rather loud ones . . Now, he normally doesn't care, and to be frank, he doesn't care right now, he figured they're taking a small stroll, and will stop . . eventually. (delusional king!!)
"Grim this is ridiculousâ", Leona's ears perked up as he heard your voice, now that had his eyes wide open, looking around for you . . Well he's not that curious, as to what you find 'ridiculous' (he's very curious, he needs to know each detail, tell him everything), but he does hope you expand on it.
"C'mon henchmen! The best way to get over someone is confess and get closure?", Grim was confused himself, with whatever he was saying, "Oh yea Grim, which class did you learn that from, romance 101 with Crowley?â", Leona snorts.
"No actually I asked Trien!" Grim says . . a bit too confidently for comfort, "Grim . . I don't think you should be proud of that", you point out.
"Just tell Leona you like him? He's not gonna kill ya"
". . ." Leona froze, . . you liked him? I mean yea that makes sense, he's really attractive, but youâLiked him? . .
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
Azul states that he doesn't favor you that muchâalthough the twins will argue otherwise, especially since Azul got you to taste test the new Monstro Lounge menu items, before he released it . . before even tasting it himself, . . and maybe he didn't want to let it slip that he liked you onlyâbecause he ended up also inviting Grim to taste the food with youâAnd with Crowley's payments . . well you were more than willing to accept free food.
To be fair, Azul is aware you do get a bit more special treatment, and deep-down he's well aware he likes you, but confronting his feelings? in this economy? . . not gonna happen . . He'd rather you assume he's a cat person who likes Grim, because clearly that's what you think of him, since he's so pretty and smart and good at covering his feelings. (He's not, he's boyfailing a little too close to the sun.)
Azul had everything set upâand by that he means, he had a plan and got other people to set it up for him, according to said plan, because he couldn't give away the fact that he had planned it himself, no . . that would make it seem like he was into you, and he'd rather die then you know thatâIn fact, he'd rather have his tentacles inked dry and cut off, fried and dipped in his ink, and shoved so far down his throat he chokes and dies before that even remotely comes close to happening.
You sat beside Azul, as he asked asked you about the food, and you gave responses that he mostly liked, . . well you did have some comments about the blue cheese rigatoni . . But to be fair, he entrusted the blue cheese to Floyd . .
Grim was half-way through his food, when he randomly spoke, with his mouth rather full, "This is amazing . . I can see why you like this guy henchman . .â" Azul paused and he practically stopped blinking, if his ears could perk up, then it would right now, "âfor once your taste in men . . has good justification henchmâ" Grim only paused when he recognized your glare, and only then did he realize how badly he fucked up . . "I'm not getting the good tuna for awhile . . am I?"
KALIM AL-ASIM
Kalim doesn't usually come in without an appointment (lies), or before informing you beforehand (lies on top of lies), and he doesn't really like invading your personal time (and lies again) . . at least not knowingly, but today was different . . he wanted to go somewhere with you! It's a surprise, and surely you'd appreciate him randomly popping into your dorm and dragging you outside, in the sunlight like an upstanding citizen and friend.
Kalim settles on the couch in the lounge of Ramshackle, stretching his arms out as he gets comfortable. All the while, Grim stares him down, . . something Kalim noticed off the get-go, "Why are you looking at me like that?", he calls out, confused and a tad bit unnerved at the blatant piercing stare.
"You're the one henchman likes, right? . .âwhat's your credit score? . . how many cans of tuna are we talkingâ"
Kalim paused, ". . . what?", he asks blankly, still paused at the first half of Grim's sentence, enough to not notice or take offense to the rest of his words and questions. "Why can't ya' hear me . . ?! I asked what's your credit scorâ", grim responds, only to be cut-off mid-sentence by Kalim "BEFORE THAT!"
"That you're the person henchman likâ", Grim pauses as he hears your voice, and as you enter the room, Grim realizes his mistake, "Fuck."
"Kalim act natural!" Grim asks, as he goes back into his usual stance, but as he see's Kalim not moving, . . "who am I kidding . . no one can get shit through to ya' in one go . . I'm fucked."
IDIA SHROUD
Idia had his gaming equipment set up for two, well it would be threeâbut paws and controllers isn't the most fun thing to play around with, therefore Grim has opted to watching, instead of playing. Which he gets bored of rather fast, and well Ortho preferred to watch his older brother then play, or do normal kid things like advanced calculus.
Although Idia didn't really mind that, he enjoyed playing with you, because you were a really good challenge, a true gamer! . . And with newer games, he found that you listened and got the hang of it fast, and it was fun helping you grow your account on his favorite games, and it was also fun listening to you ramble about your favorite games from your world.
"So yea in genshin impactâ", you rambled on and on about the Fontaine chapter, and about the 'archon' which was like the great seven, and how sad her storyline was, Idia dabbled in Lore from time to time, though he really found it amusing how you took the time to describe everything, you really helped immerse him in the storyline, and to be honest, sometimes he could imagine he was playing the game with you.
"âand then if you went into this specific area you could actually hear her cry . . OH oh! . . and when Neuvillette cried, it would like downpour so hard . . ", you continued rambling, and Idia would just listen, so much so that you guys completely forgot the game you were actually playing . . which seemed to upset Grim, who wanted to watch.
"Yea yea . . henchmen, we get it was sad, and it's fun talking to the love of your lifeâbut could we please have more playing and less talking!", Grim explained rather dramatically, his paws flinging up, only to be silenced when he saw the two of you silent, looking at each other . . and then Idia's hair burst up in bright pink flames . .
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HI YES HOW AM I GONNA SURVIVE ML S5 IF THE S4 FINALE TOOK ME OUT COMPLETELY
#shut up danni's talking#danni liveblogs#danni liveblogs ml#i did a VERY good job of staying away from spoilers#i knew that hawk moth pulled a major victory and felix was involved somehow but oh my god#you can also tell that a LOT of the budget went into this episode esp at the end the animation was so good#well. besides gabe's creepy villain laugh as he pulled all the miraculous out#it was well animated but also very creepy so like. success?????#well the laugh im used to the face not so much#but lb having full understanding of what happened and you can just SEE the pure ice cold dread rushing through her#and see this is exactly where my ml spoiler knowledge cuts off almost completely#from now on i only know a handful of disconnected spoilers that i won't realise until they're happening or even well after it#and from what i can find out all of season 5 is wrapped up except for a special i think#and after that the wiki says its the wrap up of the agreste family arc which i don't think i understand#i feel in my heart once gabe's been revealed and nooru has been saved thats it for my ml interest#and if everything but the butterfly miraculous has been saved then i simply will not accept it lol#i mean i don't really care abt current mha so i'll just do the same to ml#still i KNOW i should give myself time to process this if i rush into the next season it'll blur entirely#i'll have to distract myself w fanfic i guess#anyways know that i am losing my mind thank you and goodbye xoxoxo
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ââââcold hearted!jeonghan + virginity loss
â after the rumors spread about Jeonghan, the coldest guy in the university, having the biggest crush on you, you ask him to be your first.
WARNINGS: +18, smut, virginity loss, oral (f. receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, begging, protected sex.
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it feels almost too easy.
youâve spent years skirting around the idea, dropping hints here and there to guys you thought could be good enough, but somehow it never worked out. none of them felt rightânot that it was about romance, but the hesitation always lingered when it came down to it. maybe it was nerves, maybe it was the wrong guys, but the frustration built up to the point where you just wanted to get it over with.
and then thereâs jeonghan.
the guy everyone whispers about, cold-hearted, unapproachable, but with a reputation thatâs impossible to ignore. girls gossiping in between lectures, bathrooms filled with whispers of him being distant yet insanely attractive. and somewhere along the line, you heard itâthe rumor that he had the fattest crush on you.
the thought of it festered in your mind for weeks. yo know him, a few polite exchanges, some assignments you did together, pairing up on p.e... thereâs a confidence in your gut that heâll say yes.
you hadnât planned on showing up at his dorm unannounced, yet here you are, standing outside jeonghanâs door with a racing heart and sweaty palms. knocking felt surreal, like a dream you might regret later, but you do it anyway because youâre desperate. a familiar, twisted excitement coils low in your stomach when you hear footsteps, and the door swings open to reveal jeonghanâleaning against the frame, as nonchalant as ever.
âwhatâs up?â he asks, eyes scanning your face like heâs trying to read your thoughts. the casualness in his voice makes you almost forget why youâre here. almost.
âcan i come in?â you stammer.
he steps aside without a word, allowing you to slip past him into the small room. his dorm smells faintly of laundry detergent and something minty. itâs tidy, tooâunexpectedly so.
âthis is new,â he says, sitting on the edge of his bed, arms folded, watching you. âyou showing up here and all.â
you laugh nervously, wringing your hands as you stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. âyeah, well⊠iâve been thinking.â
his eyebrow quirks up, like heâs daring you to keep going. but you hesitate, biting your lip, trying to find the right words. youâve played this conversation out in your head a thousand times, but now, under his steady gaze, everything feels impossible to say.
he tilts his head. âyouâre not here to ask me about the assignment, are you?â
âno,â you blurt, suddenly sitting down on the chair next to his bed. you canât meet his eyes. âitâs⊠something else.â
silence stretches between you. jeonghan waits, patient, but thereâs something flickering in his expression nowâcuriosity, maybe.
you take a deep breath, your voice shaky but determined. âi want you to be my first.â
his eyes widen, and for the first time, jeonghan looks genuinely caught off guard. âwhat?â
âi⊠i want to lose my virginity.â you blurt out, no point in dancing around it anymore. youâve been holding onto this for years, and youâre tired. tired of hearing your friends share their stories, tired of feeling left behind.
âyou want me to do it?â he shakes his head, leaning back on his elbows, processing your words. âso what, you just wanna pop your cherry and bounce?â
âno!â you shake your head quickly, heart pounding as you try to explain. âi just⊠i donât want my first time to be with some asshole. everyone else would treat me like a joke. but you⊠you wouldnât, right?â your voice is small, and you hate how vulnerable you sound, but itâs true. jeonghan might have a reputation, but heâs never been cruel.
he closes his eyes, tipping his head back against the wall. inside, you can tell heâs thrilledâmaybe heâs been dreaming about this. but the mask he wears is cold, detached, like heâs doing you a favor.
âyouâre serious?â he asks, voice low.
âyeah,â you whisper.
he doesnât move for a moment, just staring at you, like heâs deciding whether or not to believe you. then, slowly, he leans in, his face inches from yours. his breath is warm, and your heart skips a beat. itâs almost too much to handle, and you blink up at him, your voice a nervous squeak.
âare you⊠are you gonna kiss me?â
jeonghan furrows his brow, like itâs the dumbest question heâs ever heard. âwhat, you thought i was just gonnaââ he stops, and you see the slightest flicker of a smile. ââget straight to it?â
you shrink into yourself a little, cheeks burning. âmaybe?â
he chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that makes your stomach twist. ânah, youâre way too cute for that.â
before you can respond, his lips are on yoursâwet, sloppy, and everything you didnât expect. thereâs no rush, no hurried fumbling. just him, kissing you slow and deep, making sure you feel everything. his hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as you melt into the kiss, your body buzzing.
then, he takes your hand, guiding it down to his lap, pressing it against the hard length straining through his sweatpants. you freeze, your breath hitching at the sudden contact.
âfeel that?â he murmurs against your lips, voice husky. âthatâs going inside you.. do you think you can take it.â
your fingers curl around him instinctively, squeezing just enough to make him groan softly. âi can.â you bite your lip.
âstill sure about this?â he asks, his breath heavy.
you nod.
jeonghan's hands are all over you, moving so effortlessly, and before you know it, your clothes are off, tossed somewhere in the room. heâs slow, but itâs not the kind of slow that makes you feel exposedâmore like heâs savoring the moment, taking his time like heâs got all night. and maybe he does.
when he spreads your legs, the sudden awareness of whatâs happening, of how vulnerable you are, hits you. you instinctively cover your face with your hands, but you can still feel his eyes on you, taking in every inch of your body.
âcute,â he murmurs. âyou hiding from me now?â
your breath catches in your throat, but you peek through your fingers to see him smirking, looking like heâs in complete control. and maybe thatâs what makes it less terrifyingâheâs not rushing. heâs not judging. heâs just... there.
when his head dips between your thighs, you tense, unsure of what to expect. your heart races, and you let out a shaky breath as his mouth hovers over you, his warm breath ghosting over your already wet folds. then he licks, slow and slick, and you almost orgasm there, the warm tongue on your clit making your eyes slightly roll back.
âfuck,â you gasp, your hands clutching the sheets beside you, your face burning.
he pulls back slightly, lips glistening, his eyes locking with yours. ârelax,â he says. âweâve barely started.â
and then his tongue is back, sliding through every fold, licking with a patience thatâs almost agonizing. heâs focused, making sure you feel everythingâevery lick, every brush of his lips, every soft kiss to your inner thigh between his slow, sensual movements.
your chest heaves as you try to process the sensations, but itâs overwhelming. this is what youâve been missing out on all these years? the thought is almost laughable now, especially when he sucks on your clit, gently at first, then harder, leaving it swollen and pulsing.
âoh my god,â you cry out, the sound escaping you before you can stop it.
jeonghan grins against you, winking naughty, and as if to rub it in, he gives your clit a playful suck, sending you squealing. he looks up at you, still grinning. âyou like that?â
you donât even answer, canât answer, because your brain is too fogged up. you canât think, can barely breathe, and he hasnât even started properly yet.
his hand travels down between your legs, and he presses a finger against your slick entrance, not pushing in just yet, just applying pressure, teasing. âhave you ever had your little fingers here?â he asks curious.
your face burns at his words, but you nod âjust one finger,â you admit, shy and sly, like a secret youâre embarrassed to reveal.
the way you say itâso sweet, so unsureâmakes him throb inside his sweatpants. he exhales heavily, eyes darkening as he pushes his finger inside, just the tip at first, slowly. âjust one, hmm?â
you bite your lip, nodding as he slides the rest of his finger in. the sensation is new, unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable, his finger is a bit longer than yours. heâs careful, attentive even, and thatâs what makes you relax into the feeling.
âyouâre so tight,â he mutters as he adds a second finger, stretching you out even more. you wince slightly at the stretch, but the way he curls his fingers inside you, scissoring them slowly, almost instantly makes the discomfort melt.
your hips buck instinctively as he works you open, his movements precise, his eyes fixed on you like heâs studying every reaction. âhowâs that feel?â
âgood,â you breathe, the word slipping out before you can stop it.
he chuckles softly, his free hand moving up to caress your thigh as his fingers pump in and out of you, his pace maddeningly slow. âyouâre getting impatient, arenât you?â
you whine in response, your voice shaky. âtake your clothes off,â you mumble, your neediness evident in your tone.
jeonghan pauses, amusement flickering in his eyes. âhmm? whatâs that?â
âtake them off,â you repeat, a little more urgent this time, your voice coming out in a needy whine.
he grins, leaning over you, his face inches from yours. âpatience, baby,â he says, his voice soft, but thereâs a teasing edge to it. âyou really wanna see me naked that bad?â
you nod, shameless now, your body craving the sight of him, the feeling of him against you. heâs been teasing you for too long, and itâs driving you insane.
âjust wait a little longer,â he says, his tone mock-sulky, like heâs the one being deprived. but thereâs a smile playing on his lips, and you can tell heâs enjoying this, the way youâre practically begging for him.
his fingers curl inside you again, hitting a spot that has you arching off the bed, a soft moan escaping your lips. âyouâre so cute like this,â he mutters, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh as he works a third finger inside you, stretching you even more.
you whimper at the new stretch, your body trembling, but itâs the good kind of overwhelming now. the kind that has you clenching around him, needing more.
âjeonghan...â you whisper, your voice breathless, desperate.
he smirks, his thumb brushing over your clit as he scissoring his fingers inside you, spreading you open. âi love seeing you like this,â he murmurs. âall wet for me, begging like that.â
you donât even care how wrecked you sound when you plead, âplease, jeonghan. take them off.â
he laughs softly, shaking his head. âsoon,â he says, his voice dripping with promise. âjust let me enjoy this a little more.â
jeonghan keeps his fingers inside you, watching every twitch of your body as you clench around him, so tight he almost groans himself. youâre so close, itâs written all over your face, but you donât even seem to notice itâlost somewhere, breathing heavily but not quite there yet. and heâs not about to let you drift off when youâre so close to cum.
âmm, baby,â he murmurs, his fingers moving just a little faster, curling them in that spot heâs already learned by heart. âyou donât even know, do you?â
you blink, dazed, barely processing his words, but then you feel his lips on your nippleâa soft peck at first, then a sharp bite that has you gasping, your hips jerking against his hand.
âthere you are,â he smirks, teeth grazing over your sensitive skin as he feels you clench around his fingers again, tighter this time. âyou were drifting away, but i need you right here with me. focus.â
your body reacts instantly, the tension building again, winding tighter and tighter until you canât hold back anymore. his fingers pump in and out, wet and slick with your dampness, and the obscene sound of it fills the room as he brings you right to the edge.
âfuck, jeonghanââ your voice is shaky, barely holding it together as your hips start moving on their own, grinding down onto his hand. youâre not even sure when it happens, but suddenly, the tight coil inside you snaps, and youâre coming hard around his fingers, your body tensing, then releasing all at once.
âoh my god,â you cry out, your back arching off the bed as you orgasm, wet and messy. youâre so slick that his fingers slide easily in and out, coated in the creamy evidence of your cum. jeonghanâs eyes are glued to you, watching the way your body trembles, how soaked you are, and the satisfied smirk on his face says it all.
âso fucking wet,â he murmurs, almost like heâs talking to himself, fingers still buried deep inside you. he slows down his movements, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, his thumb brushing lazily over your clit. âyou didnât even realize how close you were, huh?â
you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath, your mind foggy from the bliss.
he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh, his eyes flicking up to yours. âwanna see me take it all off now?â he teases, pulling his fingers out slowly, letting you feel every inch of them as they slip free. your breath hitches, still sensitive, but you nod eagerly, the post-orgasmic haze making you a little desperate.
âplease,â you whisper, your voice a little hoarse, but the need is clear.
he grins, sitting up and tugging his shirt off halfway, but he pauses, eyes scanning the room. âwait a second,â he says, a bit too casual, as he starts searching around for something.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask, frustration creeping into your voice. heâs making you wait, again, and youâre about to protest when he holds up a condom, waving it in front of you with a satisfied smirk.
âcanât forget this,â he says, climbing back onto the bed.
you roll your eyes, still breathless, but your gaze drops to his chest as he slides the shirt the rest of the way off. his hand runs slowly down his chest, over his belly, and lower still to the waistband of his sweatpants.
âcalm down,â he teases, his voice sweet, noticing the way your eyes are locked on his every move. âiâm not going anywhere.â
your breath hitches as he pulls his pants and boxers down, finally revealing himself to you. his cock is hard, flushed, and slick with precum, and you canât stop yourself from staring.
âfuck, youâre pretty,â you mutter under your breath, barely aware you said it out loud until you see the way his lips curl into a grin.
âyouâre the pretty one,â he counters, his voice soft as he strokes himself once, twice, before rolling the condom on. his eyes flick up to yours again, playful but with a hint of seriousness. âready?â
you nod, your body buzzing as he lines himself up with your entrance. he slides the tip inside, and you both groan at the contact. itâs slow at first, his cock pushing into you inch by inch, and you can feel the stretch, how full heâs making you feel already.
but then, right when heâs halfway in, you gasp, âwaitâstop.â
he freezes instantly, his eyes searching your face. âyou okay?â
instead of answering, your hand slips between your bodies, wrapping around the base of his cock. the sudden contact makes him shudder, and he squeezes his eyes shut, groaning low in his throat. you give him a little shake, feeling the hardness of him pulsing in your hand, then slowly start guiding him deeper inside you.
you guide him in slowly, inch by inch, until your hand has nowhere else to go, and he's buried completely inside you, balls deep. youâre panting, your body adjusting to the size of him, and when you pout your lips for a kiss, jeonghan leans in without hesitation, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing the little scoff you let out between moans. the sensation of him stretching you so perfectly has your head spinning.
he pulls back slightly, eyes glued to yours as he starts moving, his hips rolling in slow thrusts. itâs a sharp sting at first, but nowhere near as painful as you expected, and the more he moves, the more that sting fades, replaced by a growing heat that makes your breath catch in your throat.
you donât even notice the way your lips curl into the nastiest grin, like you finally got what youâve been wanting, and youâre enjoying every second of it. jeonghan sees it though, sees the way your expression shifts from tentative to pure satisfaction, and it drives him fucking wild. his steady thrusts falter for a second, and he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself in check.
âfuck,â he breathes, his voice shaky as he watches you. âyou look like youâre having the time of your life right now.â
you moan in response, not even trying to hide it anymore. âi am.â
thatâs all the encouragement he needs. his thrusts pick up, sharper now, deeper, and with each roll of his hips, his balls slap against your ass. the bed squeaks in time with his movements, but you barely notice, too caught up in the pleasure. your moans spill out freely, louder and more unrestrained, each one sending a jolt straight to his gut.
jeonghanâs losing it, the sight of you, the sound of youâitâs gonna replay in his mind for days, haunting him like a ghost, but right now, heâs not thinking about that. right now, all he can focus on is the way your body feels underneath him, how you seem to want this just as much as he does. his hips move faster, thrusts sharper and more purposeful, and fuck, youâre taking it all so well.
âgod, youââ he groans, his voice strained. âyou feel so fucking good. you donât even know.â
his pace quickens, his hips rolling harder, and you gasp, your body arching up to meet him halfway. heâs hitting all the right spots now, and your moans turn into desperate little cries, your fingers gripping the sheets as you lose yourself in the feeling.
he notices how much you like itâhow your body responds to every sharp thrust, how your moans get louder, and that nasty smile on your face only grows. itâs too much for him, but he tries to bury the overwhelming need down in his gut, focusing on fucking you just right.
but even then, he canât help itâthe more you react, the more he loses control, his hips working in sharper, stronger thrusts, the rhythm getting rougher as he chases that perfect high for both of you.
âyou like that?â he asks, his voice rough, but the way your body clenches around him is answer enough.
he canât help but smirk at your desperate little gasps. each thrust brings a little more pleasure, and your nails dig into his back, urging him on as you match his pace.
âmore,â you whimper, the need spilling from your lips like a prayer. âplease, jeonghan, donât stop.â
he chuckles, making your heart race. âas if I could,â he replies, picking up the pace even more. you feel that familiar heat pooling deep inside you again.
he canât help but lean down, pressing a kiss to your neck as he continues to rock into you, relishing in every little sound that escapes your mouth.
âthatâs it,â he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot. âlet me hear you.â
your moans grow louder, echoing off the walls as you feel the pressure building within you again. your body thrums with need as you claw at him, the sensation of him filling you completely making everything else fade away. youâre lost in him, in this moment, and nothing else matters.
âiâm so close,â you manage to gasp, your words barely coherent as your hips start moving on their own, desperate for that release.
jeonghan feels it, tooâyour body tightening around him, the way youâre pushing back against him, and it drives him crazy. he grips your hips tighter, controlling your movements, thrusting deeper, harder, pushing you right to the edge.
âcum pretty, cum fâme,â he urges sultry, and you can feel that heat building to a boiling point.
âjeonghanââ your voice breaks, and just like that, youâre falling, youâre gripping him tightly, your body spasming as you cum, crying out his name as everything blurs into a haze.
âthatâs it, baby,â he groans, his own pleasure rising as he watches you unravel beneath him. âso fucking beautiful.â
the way your body squeezes him as you ride out your orgasm sends him over the edge, and he follows you, thrusting harder as he lets go, filling the condom as you both collapse.
you both lie there for a moment, breathless, the only sounds filling the room are your mingled breaths and the soft creaking of the bed. jeonghan brushes a strand of hair away from your face, a lazy grin spreading across his lips as he looks down at you.
âso, do I get to be the one who pops that cherry again sometime?â
âif youâre lucky,â you tease bakc, but deep down, you know youâre both hooked, and this was just the beginning.
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Alright folks. Here it is, my theory of what Ragnarok actually represents. It is very messy and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to actually convey my understanding clearly like I try with most things, because genuinely this is shit I would write a doctorate-level thesis on.
But we're going to try anyway.
So. After doing a lot to try to replicate animistic thinking, as well as taking a VERY deep read of the Norse myths, my theory is that Ragnarok is specifically allegory for societal collapseâthe "end of the world" imagery and such is meant to convey what this feels like.
Recall what Odin says in Grimnismal. It goes something like this, since I can't be arsed to find the exact quote:
Huginn and Muninn fly over the world every day; while I fear Huginn ("thought") may not return, I fear Muninn's ("memory's") absence most.
When a society collapses, so does it's memory. It loses its technology, its methodologies, its paradigms, and everything it has learned about the world up to that point. Gone. Entire chapters of history erased.
What causes societal collapse is not always a conquering force, but is oftentimes the result of circumstances that a society orchestrates for itself. Think Rome.
People who have gone through societal collapse will probably develop an invested interest in figuring out how to prevent it entirely, so they don't have to start society all over again.
It's one thing to preserve the memory of "things collapsed and here's why" using a story. But it's another thing to do what apparently the Norse people did, which is cultivate a methodology for cognitively hardening their own society against collapse, using stories as a way to do it.
Like...I'm not kidding when I say they legitimately knew how the human mind works, and then built an entire system of stories and narratives that intentionally support the mind's freedom, cultivation, and agency. I can only convey a fraction of how this works in this post because the rest requires a deep-dive into behavioral psychology and neurological development.
All the tales leading to Ragnarok demonstrate various instances where the gods choose to follow their own agendas at the expense of the real people and forces in the world. All of these little things contribute to the magnitude of the event that is Ragnarok.
The tales represent these transgressions using allegories rather than literal events. This is because these stories were designed for children, who don't process information through a prefrontal cortex like we do as adults. They don't have them yet. But this gives kids an intuitive understanding for how circumstances of collapse feel, so they can recognize them in all their forms.
Loki is an allegory for the mischief we feel as children, and for the behaviors we demonstrate before we get to the age where we start valuing cooperation. In the myths, every time Loki causes mischief in ways that creates problems, the gods get mad at him and threaten Loki's life until he fixes his mess. Loki eventually becomes vindictive, kills Baldr in a jealous fit, and then is punished by being bound and buried beneath the ground, only to fight against the gods in Ragnarok.
The surface-level takeaway is a lesson in parenting: If we punish kids for their mischief, they're going to become vindictive adults, and these adults are going to have it out for the rest of society because they've been disenfranchised.
But it doesn't just end here. Consider how we punish ourselves for our own sense of mischief, beating ourselves up for having "problematic" thoughts and trying to bind and bury those thoughts in the depths of our mind.
These thoughts come from a place our mind known as the limbic system, which is focused on avoiding pain and seeking pleasure, andâmost importantlyâdoes not understand the world or make decisions using logic and reason, but in terms of what feels enjoyable and what doesn't.
We tend to call this system our inner child.
When we punish our inner child, that child starts doing exactly what Loki does and resorts to malicious and petty tricks. We can hold this behavior at bay until something causes us to "snap" (like Jörmungandr's tail does) and out comes the malice of the disenfranchised inner child, which creates a terrible cascade of social consequences for us.
Now, if we were to listen to these stories as kids, we would naturally be very upset whenever Loki was threatened of punished, because we think out of the limbic system at that age and Loki is meant to represent usâspecifically, the state of being a kid. We would see what comes to pass, with Loki being imprisoned and fighting the gods against Ragnarok, and it would become clear to us that there's consequences for punishing mischief AND also causing too much of it.
Now I don't know about you, but I was very motivated by a sense of justice as a kid. Hearing Loki's arc would have inspired me to learn how to be friends with my sense of mischief while also learning to use it in ways that were cooperative and social, because this would have been how I could right the wrong I felt was done to Loki. It would also mean my own limbic system will not fight against me in the future, but be a modality of thought I can always access. (This is the beauty of the way the Norse myths are crafted; they are designed to instill knowledge of the world using mechanisms that reinforce one's own sense of agency and competency, so rather than being told the moral of this tale, it sets me up to run right into the conclusion it wants me to draw, but in a way that makes me feel smart and therefore inspires me to value it.)
The binding of Fenrir serves a similar allegory. When we become explosively angry in the way that Fenrir represents, it consumes our wisemind the same way Fenrir consumes Odin during Ragnarok. But this only happens if we bind Fenrir/our anger. By demonizing this nature of ours simply for existing, it will not only refuse to listen to us, but also turn against us. Remember that Fenrir was willing to socialize and cooperate with the gods before his betrayal.
(Honestly, I believe this is why ulfheiĂ°nar existed the way they did. Even though the animalistic rage of ulfheiĂ°nar was too terrible for domestic society, it was not demonized, but instead given a social function. People would learn to understand and partner with their own sense of rage, and I'm guessing this is also how they were able to keep their sense of reason and priorities straight even while going berserk from psychoactives.)
These two examples serve to illustrate how societal collapse stems from binding or punishing our own natures. But also fearing our own nature as mortals factors into it.
For example, Naglfar. This is a ship constructed of dead people's fingernails, and its completion is part of what signals the beginning of Ragnarok. But as the story goes, we can delay Naglfar's construction by trimming the nails of the dead before we bury them.
Naglfar represents "neglect for the dead," and this is significant because the act of no longer viewing the dead as people is sort of like the canary in the coal mine for no longer view each other as people...and no longer seeing people as people is what defines Ragnarok.
A society is at peace when its people have no fear of death, and having no fear of death comes only by incorporating death as a normal and familiar part of life, just like we do with birth. Our relationship with death is a litmus test for our relationship with our own humanityâif we fear the dead and cannot see them as human beings, then we are always going to fear a part of our own humanity, and be at war with it. The simple act of keeping the nails of the dead well-groomed because it stalls Naglfar's construction was a way to remind people why such a simple act was profoundly important.
And these are just the things that I can think of off the top of my head that are the most obvious examples. There areâand I shit you notâmultitudes of these things laced within the Norse myths.
(I haven't even gotten to the part about how the Norse creation myth uses what the womb feels like to characterize it. Telling this story to very little children helps them establish a sense of familiarity, belonging, and secure attachment with the entire world from the get-go. If they learn the world is everything they've already experienced, then their bodies will never be afraid of it, because nothing about it will feel unknown or unknowable. Like, how fucking dope can you get.)
So here's where we get to the really dense irony of all this: Why we don't pick up on all these nuances as Westerners and have so far missed this entirely.
It is for two reasons.
The first is because our society values the things that the Norse people identified as contributing to societal collapseânamely, the act of conquering/competing against other forces and conquering/competing against our own natures. The transgressions of the Aesir are not things we register as problematic because to us they're normal.
The second is that we don't think animistically. The way we are taught to convey, interpret, and transmit information is designed PURELY by and for the prefrontal cortex, with neglect to everything else (if you ever wonder why Americans look weird in how we behave, this is why). But because we only prioritize communicating this way, we're missing out on all the context added within the Norse myths. These myths function the same way Old Norse kennings did, in that they are designed to speak to ALL areas of the brain at once and in tandem, but if we only engage with it using one part of the brain, we're only going to get a small piece of the picture and the rest is going to look weird.
(Little experiment for you: Try to logic something out in your mind or think through a complex problem without using words or sentences to do it. Use any other kind of thought-process besides language. I promise you that not only is this possible, but it yields a completely different kind of experience and conclusion than you might otherwise reach.)
Honestly, I don't even think Snorri himself fully understood what he was looking at when he was recording the Norse myths. I think he was just writing them down according to how they were told, word-for-word. But his cluelessness is our good fortune now, because he not only preserved the cultural stories, but also what I consider an entire cognitive technology.
And every time I look at it, I can't help but think about the generations of people who sat around the fire in the dead of winter, weaving, crafting, and figuring out better ways to fortify their society, raise kids so they became fine and truly fearless people, and conserve information. This is, as far as I'm concerned, real magic.
They knew some shit.
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better // one shot
drew starkey x fem!reader
summary: youâre both actors, whoâre competing in everything whatâs possible. (special request from my dear love @drewsvies)
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words: ~2,3k
tropes: rivals to lovers
warnings: smut18+, dirty talking (praise, degradation), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, chocking, hair pulling, size kink, edging (if you squint)
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you thought youâd never get along with him. you two had too big of an ego to ever admit one of you is better than the other. not even at any interviews or whatever. the worst thing was, that you were getting tired of it, but you were stubborn. so stubborn you couldnât even process the thought of admitting that. âlook who it is.â he smirked, leaning on the wall next to you when you were reading your script. you rolled your eyes at his appearance, causing his smirk go bigger at your reaction. he knew you hated when he was looking at your script, but he did it anyway just to provoke you. âwhat are you reading?â he tried to look at it, but you quickly closed it.
âwhat do you think?â you asked sarcastically. he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
âi think itâs probably some boring script youâre trying to memorise for your next mediocre role.â he teased, pushing himself off the wall to stand beside you.
âbetter than yours anyway.â you shrugged, going back to reading.
âoh come on, we both know my last role was amazing.â he scoffed, trying to peek at your script again.
âyeah, keep telling yourself that.â you shook your head.
âfine, be that way.â he crossed his arms over his chest, pouting sarcastically. âbut just so you know, i heard the director is looking for someone to play the lead in his new project and he thinks iâd be perfect for this role.â
âokay? if itâs male role then i donât really care.â you shrugged.
âthey didnât decided yet if itâs male or female. itâs just the lead.â he emphasised.
âso both?â you raised your eyebrow. he paused, realising his mistake.
âwell, i mean, even if, you know i would still get it over you anyway. we both know iâm the better actor here.â he quickly tried to recover. you smiled slyly.
âitâs gonna be mine.â his expression turned competitive at your words.
âno way, itâs mine.â he leaned closer to you, his voice low. âand when i do get it, youâll have to admit that iâm the better actor.â
âletâs bet then.â you smirked, looking up at him. he grinned, taking the bait.
âokay, if i get it, youâll have to admit iâm better. if you get it, iâll admit that youâre better.â you nodded, extending your hand. he looked at it and then at you. âand, to make it more interestingâŠâ you raised your eyebrow at his words, backing away your hand. âif i win you have to be my personal assistant for a week and if you win iâll be yours.â he extended his hand, waiting for you to shake it. âso, do we have a bet?â
âfine.â you shook his hand. he grinned triumphantly.
âgreat, and no backing out.â he winked at you, his confidence oozing out of every pore.
âyou know iâd never back out.â you smirked.
âi canât wait to see the look of your face when i win.â he paused, then added smugly. âbut hey, at least youâll get a week of quality time with me, right?â you only smiled sarcastically at his words. after a week, you were both sitting on set, waiting for emails about this role. he checked his phone for the millionth time, his leg bouncing nervously. âi swear, if this email doesnât come through soon, iâm going to lose my mind.â he glanced over at you, furrowing his brows. âyou seem awfully calm.â
âbecause iâm sure i got this.â you smiled. âoh, someoneâs nervous, Drew?â you pouted mockingly. he glared at you, his face flushing slightly.
âshut up, iâm just⊠eager.â he crossed his legs, his fingers drumming on the armrest. âyouâre really not worried at all?â he asked, his voice tight with tension. you shrugged.
âshit, i got an email.â you said, looking at your phone. his eyes widened slightly as he looked at his own phone.
âfuck, me too.â he sat up straight.
âshould we open equally?â you bite your lower lip, looking at your phone.
âon three?â he asked and when you nodded he continued. âone, two, threeâŠâ together, you both tapped on the emails to open them, the both of you silent as you read. he let out a low groan. you smirked, still looking at your phone. his face pale when he looked at you. âyou⊠you got it, didnât you?â his voice barely a whisper. he reached out and snatched your phone, his eyes scanning the screen. âfuck!â
âwell, Drew, iâm listening then.â you smiled, grabbing your phone back. he glared at you, his jaw clenched.
âfine. youâre⊠better.â he gritted out. he leaned back in his seat, chuckling humourlessly. âwhatâs on my to-do-list for today, your highness?â his voice dripping with sarcasm.
âbring me coffee to my dressing room.â you stood up from your seat. âblack, no sugar.â you started going towards your room. he rolled his eyes, annoyed. you quickly undressed yourself completely, putting on red silk bathrobe to be more comfortable at your break. after few minutes you heard a knock.
âyour coffee, princess.â you heard, his voice dripping with sarcasm one again. you said he can come in, and when he did he froze in the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. he swallowed hard, trying not to stare at your bare legs. âuh, hereâs your coffee.â he managed to say, his voice a little hoarse and he could feel himself getting harder in his pants.
âjust put it somewhere.â you said dismissively, looking through your vanity table. he stepped further into the room, setting it down on the table that was standing near the couch. âhere.â
âthanks.â you mumbled, bending down for the few baskets that were on the floor. his lips parted slightly when your robe opened slightly, giving him a view on your cleavage. his body reacted instantly, his pulse quickening as heat pooled in his stomach. he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. âyouâre waiting for another command, dog?â you smirked when you straightened. he glared at you, his face flushing in frustration.
âyouâre enjoying this, arenât you?â he growled. you bit inside of your cheek, fixing your robe. âyouâre⊠youâre not wearing anything under that?â his voice dropping to a low rumble. he could feel himself hardening even more, his body aching with need.
âexcuse me?â you let out nervous chuckle. he stepped closer, his eyes locked onto yours.
âjust answer the question.â he could feel his self-control slipping, his body urging him to touch you, to find out for himself. âare you naked under that robe?â
âwell, yeah.â you shrugged. he let out a low growl, his hands clenching at his sides.
âyou canât just⊠walk around half-naked in front of me.â
âand why is that?â weâre in my dressing room, i can even walk naked if i want.â you stated. he looked around the room, as if searching for an escape route.
âbecause iâm trying not to do something stupid.â his voice strained as he talked. âand itâs really fucking hard when youâre standing there, looking like a fucking goddess.â your eyes widened at his words. he clamped his hand over his mouth, he couldnât believe he said it out loud.
âwell, well, well, Drew Starkey just said something nice about me, whatâs the occasion?â you smirked, crossing your arms on your chest. he groaned, looking at your exposed cleavage, before going back with his eyes at your face.
âiâm gonna do something iâll regret.â
âwhat?â you chuckled. before you could even react, he closed the distance between the two of you, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply. his hands grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him. you moaned into the kiss as if shocked that he was hard. he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours. your hand unintentionally brushed against his length. he broke the kiss, buckling his hips into your touch.
âplease... please touch me.â he begged, his voice dripping with need. he couldnât believe he was begging you like this, but at this moment, he didnât care.
âfuck, what are we doing?â you took few steps back, your legs hitting the couch, causing you sit down on it. he followed you, his eyes on you this whole time.
âi donât know, but i donât fucking care right now.â he kneeled down in front of you on the floor. his hands untied your robe, opening it and exposing you to him. he leaned in, pressing his lips to your nipple and sucking it. you took sharp breath at the contact. his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider as he continued to lavish attention to your breasts. his hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers parting your wet folds. he slowly slid one finger inside of you, pumping in and out few times before adding second one. his thumb rubbed against your clit in slow circles.
âfucking god.â you gasped, your head snapping back. he watched your face as he fingered you, his own breath heavy and ragged. he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers, your body trembling already. he added a third finger, scissoring them inside of you. âholy fuck.â you moaned. he pumped his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing harder against your clit. he could sense you were close, your body tensing and shaking. he curled his fingers inside of you and it was enough to make you finish. you cried out, arching your back. he moved his fingers slowly to prolong your pleasure. as you came down from your high, he removed his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. he stood up, his hands unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. your eyes widened at his size. he knew he was big, and judging by the look in your eyes, you liked it. he took off his t-shirt as well, crawling on top of you on the couch. he settled himself between your legs, nudging his tip against your entrance.
âi need to fuck you. hard.â he licked his lips. you nodded, feeling him thrusting into you hard and burying himself to the hilt. you almost screamed, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he started to pound into you hard and fast. only sound filling the room were your mixed moans and skin slapping against skin.
âfuck, youâre so big.â you cried out. he groaned, his pace becoming even more frenzied. he was losing control, his mind consumed by the feeling of being inside of you. he pulled out almost completely before slamming back inside, his thickness stretching you to your limits.
âyouâre so tight, iâm gonna fucking ruin you!â he muttered, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying just right amount of pressure to make your eyes roll back. he could feel your pulse pounding against his fingers and it turned him on even more. he started to thrust even faster and harder. âlook at me, slut. look me in the eyes when i fuck you.â you looked at him through half-lidded eyes. he squeezed your throat a little tighter. âi love watching you look at me like that. so pretty, so fucking helpless.â
âfuck, Drew.â you gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips. the new angle allowed him to go even deeper, his cockhead kissing your cervix with every thrust.
âtaking my fucking dick so well, good girl.â he could feel your body tensing up again, your inner muscles clutching at him tightly. he knew you were close. he slowed his pace. ânot yet, baby. not until i say.â you whined desperately at his slow moves, making him chuckle. his hand let go of your throat, caressing your lower lip instead. âpatience, sweetheart. iâm going to fuck this perfect pussy until youâre a babbling mess. then, and only then, iâll let you cum on my cock.â
âplease.â you cried. he slowly withdrew until just the tip was inside, then pushed back in inch by inch, painfully slow. he did it few times, before pulling out and gripping your hips. he turned you around, so you were on your hands and knees. he positioned himself behind you, slowly pushing back. he immediately started pounding hard and fast, making you moan loudly. your hands gripped couch cushion.
âthatâs it, baby, fucking take it. scream for me. let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.â he grinned, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back hard, making you look at the ceiling and arch your back. âlook at that face. so pretty and fucked out. youâre mine, baby. my pretty little fucktoy.â
âyours.â you whined. he fucked you harder, his hips slapping against your ass with brutal force.
âfuck, iâm gonna fill this pussy up. you want that, whore?â he panted.
âyes, fill me up.â you moaned.
âgood fucking girl, iâm gonna breed you so good.â he groaned loudly.
âyes, fucking god, yes!â he felt your body shook as you came, your inner muscles clenching around his thick shaft. his own release washed over him, his hips jerking forward as he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded inside of you. his warm seed spilled out around his thickness, dripping down your thighs. you could feel your body getting weak. he slowly pulled out, his softening cock slipping free from your stretched hole. he turned you over, sitting you astride his lap. his lips found yours in soft, sweet kiss. when he felt his release dripping out of you he cupped your swollen, well used folds with his hand.
âyou took me so well, baby.â you rested your forehead against his, smiling softly at his words. he smiled back at you, his fingers gently caressing your swollen pussy, spreading his release around. he slipped his finger inside you, causing your whine. âshh, just relax, sweetheart. iâm going to keep all my cum inside this perfect little cunt.â
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đđ So Close, Quantico.
Post prison Reid x Fem!reader
Read part one here!
Summary: A strange visit to the prison ends with an unexpected confession of love and makes you run away again. You were ready to leave, but maybe this time he'll make you stay.
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TW: literally none, just drama and sweet love+emily being a bestie. english is not my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: I didn't expect to be asked for a second part because I'm still new here and I don't think anyone will read me (intrusive thoughts lol), but here I am giving it to you because Spencer needs a happy ending!
⥠Enjoy! âĄ
Just as you sat down and pulled out a travel magazine to read while you waited for your flight, you got a call from Emily. You frowned and were confused for a few seconds until you remembered that you hadn't told her that you were going back to London so soon and that the possibility of having a drink together would not be fulfilled. You hadn't even said goodbye in person, and it was only now that you realized it.
You hadn't noticed anything after working on Spencer's case for four days straight and losing your mind over it. It was the first time you hadn't seen your client or personally briefed him on the progress of the investigation, and that impersonality made everything strange, but you knew he didn't want to see you, and you weren't going to push him. At least you managed to get him released on parole after you found some evidence of third party involvement in his alleged crime. And as soon as you were informed of this decision, you assigned a trusted lawyer to the case, booked a flight, and packed your bags.
âDon't hate me, but I'm about to catch a flight and I forgot to tell you.â You said quickly as soon as the call started and you could hear a sigh of shock from the other end.
âYou what? Why? You just got here and we haven't even had a chance to talk and drink wine.â She replied after a few minutes of processing the information.
âI'm really sorry, Ems. I have things to do at my office and my work here is already done.â You tried to explain as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. You didn't like the idea of looking like you were running away again, even if you were. âI really have to go.â
âYou have or you want?â
The question alone made you sigh and question being best friends with a profiler. It was impossible to hide your feelings and thoughts from her.
âIt doesn't matter...anyway, you can visit me whenever you want, I have plenty of wine at home.â You spoke trying to avoid her question at all costs. âPenelope and JJ can come, girls' night out and all.â
âAnd Spencer...?â She asked in a cautious tone, knowing that this was a complicated subject. After all, Emily was the one who had to put up with your sighing and crying over Reid for years.
âHe's not a girl.â
You could almost see her roll her eyes at your answer, and by the tone of her voice when she told you she meant it, you knew she did.
âSeeing him was as strange as I imagined, but confirming that he doesn't want to see me and that he hates me felt worse than I thought. I have to face this from a distance.â You tried to explain and put into words the feelings you were avoiding.
âHe doesn't hate you, and he definitely wants to see you.â She corrected you, making you frown.
âWhat? Please don't try to make me feel better with emotional profiling tricks.â You said wearily, looking up at the big screen with the flight schedules and realizing that it was still more than half an hour before your plane was due to arrive.
âThese are not tricks. Seriously, if he didn't want to see you, he wouldn't have asked me for your hotel address yesterday.â
Your heart stopped at that moment, and any attempt to focus your attention on something else, or even keep your cool, failed. You didn't want to get your hopes up again and sound like a fool for getting excited about something so minimal.
âI'm not even at the hotel anymore, and he never went there.â You tried to control your nervousness and conceal how this information had thrown you. âEms, my flight arrives in 30 minutes, I have to leave you, but I promise to call you more often and visit you sometime. I love you.â You ended in a chaotic way.
âWell, me too. But don't disappear, I'll wait for that girls' night.â She replied, defeated by your insistence, and paused before speaking again. âAnd tell Reid we have a case in Utah, we're leaving in 30.â
âWhat?â You asked immediately, not understanding if you had heard wrong, but she had already hung up.
You looked up again, expecting to see the central screen with the schedules, but instead of seeing your flight number in bright letters, you saw Spencer's brown eyes searching for you a few feet away. You had to blink several times to confirm that it was him and that you weren't hallucinating, and only then did Emily's last words make sense.
Was he here to see you? Was it possible?
You remained motionless in your seat, as if bound to it, and watched as Reid walked at a brisk pace straight towards you. It was the first time you had seen him since that chaotic visit to the prison, and you still had a bittersweet taste in your mouth from that interaction. He was wearing a suit now, probably the clothes he wore to work, and he looked like he had run several miles, judging by his disheveled hair and labored breathing.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked as soon as you had him in front of you, rising from your seat to be at his height even though you were several inches shorter.
âI needed to talk to you for days and you never came to see me again.â He explained, still trying to regulate his breathing after searching for you all over the airport. âAbout what you told me before you left.â
âI didn't come back because you made it clear that you didn't want to see me, and I respected your wish.â You explained as calmly as you could. âAnd as for what I said, there's no need to talk about it. It's outdated and I shouldn't have brought it up.â
You saw him sigh and fidget chaotically for a second before he spoke again. He seemed nervous, as if he had rehearsed the conversation a thousand times in his mind.
âI need to talk about this. You told me you were in love with me...I just found out and I couldn't stop thinking about it, it's stuck in my head because you never told me.â He tried to speak slowly, but it was as if the old Spencer you once knew had reappeared and started babbling. âYou said you were leaving because you were offered a better position and you were bored with this job, you never mentioned that...that you liked me.â
âMy flight leaves in less than 30 minutes, I can't talk now.â You tried to get out of the situation, but he gently grabbed your arm before you could escape. And with a sigh, you spoke again. âGood. I never told you how much I liked you, but that doesn't change anything.â
You pulled away from his touch and putting your hands on your bags so you could leave soon.
âIt changes. It really changes everything.â
âWhat? How?â You dropped the suitcases and looked at him in confusion.
He remained silent for a few seconds, looking at the clock on the bright screen above you, trying to use the little time he had to talk to you and express himself. He felt the words catch in his throat, and it was a disappointment after having only you as the protagonist of all his thoughts since you had visited him, pushing away any possibility of holding a grudge against you because the only thing on his mind was doubt about what would have happened if he had known.
Spencer had spent so many years locked in hate, trying to hold a grudge against you for leaving, leaving nothing but torturous memories in an eidetic memory and a ridiculous need for a hug from you every time things went wrong. And suddenly you showed up, looking as beautiful as ever, saving him from a traumatic experience and delivering information he never expected.
He had only been free for a few days and yet everyone looked at him differently, from pity to fear, knowing that prison had changed him forever. But not you, you looked at him as if he were the same as always, even though years had passed and you had only seen his worst face again.
âIf I had known...if you had told me I...â He stammered, trying to find some courage to stop feeling like the same young man you had left. âYou would know that I felt the same way.â
At that moment, you almost had to sit up again because of the impression his words had made on you. You closed your eyes and opened them again to make sure that you were not hallucinating and that it was really the one you had been dreaming about for years who was telling you that he also felt something for you before.
âYou don't have to lie...no, don't lie to me like that just because I got you out of jail.â You started to blurt out, completely denying the strong beating of your heart.
âI appreciate you doing this, but I won't lie to you. I could never do something like this.â He assured you, looking you straight in the eye for confirmation. âAnd if you don't believe me, I can tell you exactly when I first realized I liked you, it was November 8, 2005, it was 11:35 in the morning because I looked at the clock. You had completed your third month with us and you went to talk to Gideon and Hotch because you wanted to get out in the field and stop doing paperwork. You were so nervous about getting fired that you grabbed my hand before you left, but you didn't notice because you were busy listening to my comments about your performance. I thought it was nothing and that I was just nervous because you were the only one I was talking to and I was afraid of losing you, but before you left you smiled at me and I knew everything was going to be okay. Again I thought it was nothing...but every time things went wrong I thought about it, I still do because that smile is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life.â
âI...â You tried to speak and formulate even one word, but it kept getting stuck in your throat.
âWait, I'm not done yet.â He interrupted you, saving you from a possible babble. âI never told you because I thought you didn't feel the same way and that you saw me as a younger brother to be taken care of. I'd rather have you as a friend than not have you at all, so I left it in my mind as an impossibility and I thought I was completely over it until you left and I lost my mind...and it's happening again.â
âGod, I need to sit down.â It was all you could say at the time as you tried to process everything he said.
You sat down with his help and watched him relax a little as he finished speaking, as if he had waited a long time to say it and had practiced it many times. You felt your heart pound after years of dreaming of hearing those words from him. You had never imagined a life where Spencer felt anything more than friendship for you, and now it was real. He had loved you as much as you wanted, and you had been too blind to see it before other people came along.
âI know it's been years since you got over me and that I was a jerk to you when you came to see me, but you need to know that ever since I saw you I couldn't stop thinking about what my life would have been like if I had told you from the beginning.â He spoke again, trying to look closely at you to decipher what was going through your mind. âI'm sorry, I'm really sorry if this has upset you or...â
âDo you know how long I've waited to hear you say that?â You said, still surprised, taking the opportunity to get up from your chair.
âI'm sorry, I know it's too late and now you're going to leave again, but this time I'm here to ask you not to do it again.â He came over and took you by the hands, bending down a little to be at your level, as if he was begging you. âAnd I know it's selfish because you have to go and you have a life away, but I really...â
âSpencer.â You stopped him before he started babbling, and he looked at you anxiously for your answer. âIt's not too late.â
âReally?â He asked, as if he could not believe he had heard you correctly.
âReally.â
You gave him a small smile of affirmation and felt your eyes glaze over with emotion as you felt him release your hands and grab your cheeks to wipe away the stray tear that had fallen. The look of tenderness he gave you along with his touch made you tremble.
âAre you planning to kiss me already or are you going to wait 13 more years?â You spoke without even thinking.
He didn't have to think once before closing the distance between you and fulfilling the longing that had been in your mind for so long. You couldn't say anything because his lips had been on yours before and the first contact had almost made you melt. His hands were still on your cheeks, but one of them went down to your waist to pull you closer and make sure you were real.
Your lips tasted like cherries and that made him smile immediately in the middle of the kiss, thinking that you were still wearing the same lipstick that you had applied in front of him so many times and that he had only dreamed of tasting. Finally, the reality was far better than any fantasy and the softness mixed with the intensity of a repressed love during the kiss because finally the stars had aligned for the two of you.
âAre you going to go out on a date with me?â He asked as soon as you both parted.
âI have a girls' night out first.â You replied, letting it be known that you were tired of running away. âBut I'd love to go on a date with you.â
He came over and gave you a quick kiss before you could say anything else. You returned the kiss and then pulled away, putting your arms around his neck.
âYou're kissing me like this before the first date?â You joked, still trapped in the bubble of love you felt you were in.
âI don't intend to wait any longer now that I have you here.â He responded by giving you a kiss on the head and wrapping his arms around you to hug you. âSo please don't go away for 6 years again.â
âI don't plan to go anywhere now.â
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SKZ!Reactions: It Was All a Bet II (Maknae Line)
Part 1 Hyung Line Masterlist
Jisung:
âNo.â
You growl as Jisung stood in front of you, a guilty pout on his lips. âBut BabeâŠ. ânope. Fix that, like now.â You cut him off. His head drops as he stares at the ground. âY/N, I understand youâre upset b-but I genuinely care about you. I really want to talk about this. Iâm truly so sorry.â He whimpers as he grips your hand lifting it slightly to his chest. You stare at him in disbelief. It hadnât even been an hour since he confessed the truth. Has he no shame? You wonder to yourself. You pull your hand away âIâm sorry but are you like, dumb? Did you forget what you told me?â You snap. Jisung looks up at you with shock and guilt on his features. âN-NoâŠâ He stammers panicked. âB-But, please l-lets talk about this.â He pleads. Your eyebrows raise in amusement. âExcuse me?â You snort. âIf you havenât realized, our conversations ended when I told you to go to hell. Cause I mean it. Go to hell Han Jisung. Honestly, any of you that made the bet can go to hell. Was it the guys?â He nods regret evident in his eyes, shame written all over his face. âIâm so sorryâŠ.â He whispers, his voice breaking as his eyes well up with tears.
 âWhat does that do for me?â
He looks at you quizzically, âW-what do you mean?â
âYou being sorry doesnât go back in time and make you not tell me that. It doesnât change you making the bet in the first place, honestly you saying that right now does nothing but clear your own conscious but of course why am I not surprised? You seem to keep doing things that only benefit you anyway.â He shakes his head rapidly. âNoâŠ. Y/N, noâŠ. youâre wrong.âI am? Cause from where Iâm standing you confessed to being a disgusting pig and that your friends are disgusting pigs who view women as just simple toys to mess around with as you please, and then after such confession you track me down to my job; ask my manager for me to talk to you for a second then have the nerve to apologize and cry like you deserve anything from me?â You cut him off with a monotonous tone. A look of horror paints his features, his entire demeanor looks crushed as his head hangs low. âAt least I said something, I could have never said anything, you could have found out from someone elseâŠ.â He murmurs, his frustration growing evident. You scoff âOh?! Iâm sorry, of course, you confessed to being crap so I should humor you right?â Jisung looks at you, you notice his jaw clenching in frustration. âDammit why are you being like this? Iâm sorry! Iâve never regretted anything more in my life please justâjust talk to me about thisâŠâ He snaps before he sighs, letting all his anger leave his body with the sigh. ââŠIâm so sorry. I shouldnât have made such a disgusting bet, no matter who it was, but I donât regret being with you. I donât regret meeting you; I donât regret going out with you, I donât regret loving you. I donât want to lose you.â He breathed.
 You stare at him blankly. âAgain, that does nothing for me. I understand you regret your actions and cool or whatever, but that doesnât change the fact that you used me. You slept with meâŠâŠfor moneyâŠ. like a prostituteâŠwhich is so utterly degrading. Also, I will point out that again I am at work, so I donât have time to entertain my ex that I literally broke up with earlier today.â You counter. Jisung sighs in defeat âThereâs nothing I could do to change your mind? Please Y/N, I love youâŠ. I-I donât want to break up. Iâm really sorryâŠI couldnât be sorrier. Please donât do thisâŠâ He pleads apologetically. You shake your head lifting your hand âYou canât change someoneâs mind about your betrayal. You still betrayed them; you havenât even given me time to process what you did. Look I need time, but I hope it was worth it.â You state as you turn away from him and walk back into your job. Jisung stares at the door you just went through.
âHow could it have been worth it when it cost me everything?â
Felix:
âYou have to talk to me at some point, weâre literally on tour together for the next 6 monthsâŠ.â Felix mumbles as you shove past him. You scoff at him not saying anything as you hand Changbin a water bottle as he requested and make your way back toward your members. Noticing you have a tail, you turn and glare at Felix, who freezes in his place with a look of surprise on his face. âI know youâre trying to intimidate me, but you look way too cute for me to be able to be fearful right nowâŠâ He flirts sweetly as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. ââŠPlease just talk to me, I miss hearing your beautiful voice.â He whispers apologetically as he leans in close âDid you make a bet to date me for a year and then dump me after said year?â You question coldly your arms crossed over your chest as you pull your face away from his hand. He closes his eyes as a look of guilt and regret crosses his features. âY-Yes, butâno butsâŠthat kinda says it all then, doesnât it?â You cut him off as you turn away from him and try to continue walking but you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist.
âI love youâŠ. I love you so much. Iâm so sorry, if youâre still mad at me then I can accept that. If you still want to punish me then fine. But please, itâs been three months since Iâve last been able to talk to you, let alone see you; please let me just have the chance on this tour to fix things.â He urges hopefully. You sigh âFelixâŠ. âDo you still love me?â He cuts you off, his breathing growing heavy as you feel your cheeks heat up. âThat doesnât matterâŠâ You answer, as you attempt to pull yourself from his grip. âYes, it doesâŠâ He whispers, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.
âNo. It really doesnât. My love for you doesnât change what you didâŠ.â
âIt tells me if I have a chance to change your mind though.â
âWhy are you so adamant about this? Why canât you just move on?â You argue. âBecause I love you and I donât want to love anyone elseâŠâ Felix states matter of factly. Your heart races at his words. âW-wellâŠI-Iâve moved onâŠâ You lie. You feel Felixâs grip tighten slightly as he buries his face in your neck, you feel a soft rumble on your chest as you hear a chuckle escape Felixâs throat âNo, you havenâtâŠyou still love meâ He denies. You scoff in offense, turning your head to face him.
âYou donât know that. Not for a fact.â
âI do. Want me to prove I do?â
Your eyes narrow at him âYou canât prove how someone else feeââyour words are cut off by a pair of soft plush lips connecting with yours. Your heart races at the contact as one of Felixâs hands caress your cheek, his lips moving against yours softly. Your cheeks burn a bright scarlet as you instinctively respond to the kiss, a small groan released from your throat when Felix nibbles on your bottom lip. It felt almost like an eternity before either of you pulled away, him being the first to do so. Your lips chasing his for a moment before you hear a chuckle âSeeâŠproved itâ He whispered in your ear seductively âthis is going to be a fun 6 months with you babeâ He placed a kiss on your cheek before handing you the water bottle you had given Changbin back and walking away. You stare at the water bottle in confusion âWhere did you have this hiding?!â Felix shrugs as he places his hands in his basketball shorts pockets. âIâm an enigma, Iâm your boyfriend you should know thisâŠâ
Seungmin:
âIâll tell you now, besides Seungmin. You should be the last person to come and see me.â
You growl at Jeongin who stood with a guilty expression on his face as he stood on your porch. He hangs his head low as he sighs âIâm sorry Y/N, the bet was my ideaâŠI shouldnât have pushed Seungmin to accept it so much.â He apologized regretfully. âDo you want a medal or something?â You snap as you wipe the tears from your face. âYou know what sucks about finding out that Seungmin had this bet going?â Jeongin shakes his head in response, âThat heâs a jerk?â Jeongin guesses. âNo. that my best friend is just as disgusting as my ex was.â You growl before you slam the door in Jeonginâs face. You sigh as you press your back against the door, your body gliding down the surface until youâre sat on the floor. Tears stream down your cheeks, as sobs wrack your body. The betrayal of Seungminâs words truly setting in for the first time in days. Pulling your phone out, you press on Seungminâs contact name and call him.
He answers on the first ring âBabe?â He gasps out quickly. âD-donât.â Your voice cracks.
âA-are you crying?â
âYup. Thanks for that by the wayâŠ.â
âIâI know it doesnât mean anything to you, but I am really fucking sorry.â
You sigh into the phone as you sniffle âYouâre right. That means absolutely nothing to me. I called because Iâm really upset and its your fault and Iâm really fucking mad at you right now. How could you do this to me? I thought you liked meâŠ. I thought I meant something to youâŠâ you sob. âYou do! Please donât think you donâtâŠ. pleaseâŠâ He pleads desperately. âYou mean everything to me. I just made a massively stupid mistake. I-I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted you to find out this wayâŠ.â You scoff âThis way or at all?â Seungmin pauses for a moment âHonestly, I wish I could say I would have told you but if you didnât overhear me, I wouldnât have ever told you about it.â He confesses, his voice cracking toward the end. âWhy not? You won right?â You retort sarcastically.
âDonât.â He groans âDonât do that, please? I didnât want you to know because I knew this would happen. I know I deserve this, but it doesnât mean it doesnât hurt me too. You donât think I hurt myself too? You donât think I hated myself every time I saw you and you looked at me in that perfectly beautiful way you do, and I knew that it all started from some disgustingly misogynistic bet? But that doesnât change that I loved you the whole time. It doesnât change that I knew you were meant for me since the moment I laid eyes on you.â Your heart races at his words. You notice the soft sniffles coming from the other side of the phone. âA-Are you crying?â You ask. âI shouldnât be. I caused this. I stupidly listened to Jeongin, and I knew it wasnât a good ideaâŠI knew you had no interest in Jeongin at all, butâsighâI let my stupid jealousy make a decision for me. I regret it. Iâve regretted it ever since I made it.â He confesses. Your heart feels conflicted. His words sway your resolve more and more. âCan I have some time?â You ask softly. âI need to feel not completely and utterly foolish to continue this conversationâŠâ
âTake your timeâŠIâll wait as long as you need me toâŠ. but I do love youâŠ.â
Jeongin:
âPlease, Iâm sorry, Iâm more than sorryâŠâ
Jeongin pleaded as he trailed behind you on your walk home from work. âGod, I hope dispatch doesnât find out where I liveâŠ.â You groan as you stand in front of your apartment building. Glaring at Jeongin who stood there, face exposed, exclaiming his love for you. âDoes that really matter right now?â Jeongin questioned frustratedly. âI mean considering we broke up over two weeks ago? Yeah. It would be a major problem.â You argue. Jeongin shakes his head in denial, âNo. weâre not broken up. I never agreed to breaking up.â He whined, tears forming in his eyes as he continued to argue âIâm giving you space and time to be upset, I deserve you to be mad at me. I know you deserve better than someone as gross as I am who would make a bet like that, but I promise you, when I said it was the easiest 500 dollars, I ever made I meant it in a good way. I meant it was easy to be with you because youâre so amazing. B-because I love you, thatâs why it became so easy. Honestly, before the guys said something that day, I forgot I even made the bet.â
 âCan you likeâŠnot be so fucking rational all the time?â You groan in frustration, âBut I donât care if you wanted to break up or not. Like you said, you made a gross ass bet with your gross ass friends. Iâm not some random desperate insecure girl hoping and praying youâll stay interested in me. If you mess up this bad itâs not up to me to help you fix it. This shit is gonna take time if I even want to see you again when Iâm no longer angry.â
âIf? Y-You donât want to see me anymore?â His voice cracks as he stares at you apologetically, tears now streaming down his cheeks as your words hit him. âY-You wonât even give me a chance?â You rest your forehead on the palm of your hand for a moment. âYou made a bet to sleep with me and then break up with me after I said I love you.â You remind him. Jeongin looks nauseous at the mention of his misdeed. âb-but I didnât. I-I didnât do itâŠI didnât break up with you. T-the guysâI donât careâ You cut him off âwho cares if you and the guys changed their minds after the factâ'b-but we really feltââI donât care. You guys should feel guilty. Iâm a fun, and nice person, I have awesome memes and I value honesty over everything. The fact that you could lie to me for almost two fucking years is insane.â You snap, your blood boiling as he continues to try to make excuse after excuse. âIf you didnât fall in love with me or whatever, you would have ripped my heart out.â You state matter of factly. Jeongin shakes his head in denial. âT-thatâs not true, Iâm not like that. I would have told you the truth, I swear I would have said something if I never felt anything for you. I felt like telling you the whole first two weeks of us dating.â He counters. You snort at the irony âSo you had no feelings for me the whole first two weeks of us dating? What changed? Whyâd you suddenly get feelings? You sure you didnât just trick yourself into thinking you loved me out of guilt.â
âIâm a good guy, but not that good of a guy. Iâd love to say this is not like me but that wouldnât be true. Iâve done these types of bets with the guys before. Iâve liked some of the girls and some I didnât either way I always told them the truth at the end of the timeframe. But for you, it was at that party we went to in Seongnam; Felix was really drunk and rambling on and on about the bet when you went to the bathroom and the whole time, he was talking all I could think about was how I didnât want you to break up with me on the same night I had realized I liked you. I mean how could I not? Y-Youâre perfect. Youâre so kind and understanding and forgivingâŠ.â His voice breaks as he tries to contain his tears ââŠ. Youâre the most beautiful person I know, and I-I canât lose you. Not like this. Please. Not like thisâ He begs as the tears continue to stream down his face.
You stand there for a moment, silence taking over both of you. For a moment it feels like time has stopped completely and you two are the only ones in this place. âI-IâŠI canât.â You whisper, a look of bewilderment is written all over Jeonginâs expression. âN-NoâŠy-you love meâŠw-we love each other. You canâtâyou canât do this. Please donâtâdonât do this.â He stammers in denial. âI-Iâm not saying we have to completely break upâŠb-but I need time, I canât trust you anymore. It feels like I donât know you anymoreâŠ.â You reject softly. Jeongin sobs âY-Yes you do! You know me better than anyone, I made a mistake, I know that. But Iâll never hurt you like that again, ill never betray your trust again pleaseâŠ.â
âI love you; I do. But I need timeâŠ.â
âPleaseâŠ. donât walk away from us, I care about you so much. It was a mistake, promise you thatâ He pleads as he walks toward you, his hands encasing your arms. His eyes connecting with yours, you turn your head looking away. His hand caresses your cheek. âI love you please give me a chance to make up for this, please donât leave me like this. Iâm sorryâIâm so sorry I just want to fix this I donât want to break up.â He urges as he rests his forehead on yours. âI need time I canât just get over this please give me some time.â You sigh sadly. âB-ButânoâŠ. I canât accept that you did this to meâŠ.it hurts too much for me to just jump into something with someone I canât trust.â You cut him off.
âBut you can trust me. Please give me a chance to prove thatâŠ.â
âI donât know, I need spaceâŠ. I need timeâŠ. This hurts so much, and I canât just move on from it. I need to process everything so please give me time and we can talk laterâanother time.â
His eyes fill with horror as he shakes his head rapidly âI-NoâŠ.noâŠ. This canât be happening. P-pleaseâŠ.im sorryâ you sigh taking a step back. âIt is happening, but I need to handle this alone, I canât be with you please leaveâŠ.â
He stood there, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched you disappear into your building. âPlease, Iâm nothing without youâŠ.â He whispered nothing.
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Hello! So if itâs okay to send a request, I do have something in mind! Okay so I love how most of your hao fics are of him as a hopeless romantic! (Tbh I really think that just how everyone sees him regarding love) anyways, one of your fics was of him and virgin reader, so what if you made a fic of both of them being a virgin or you reverse the roles and heâs the virgin? Hopefully still with the hopelessly romantic trope?
Itâs perfectly okay if not! Have a good day!
18+ / mdi
content: virgin!hao x virgin!reader, loss of virginity, smut, afab reader, dry humping, clit stimulation, penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 1547
a/n: i hope u like ur req<3
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"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this," he murmured into your neck, hands shy in their caressing of your every dip and curve.
"hao, please," you breathe back, your hands equally need for a feel of his nude body.
"shh, i wanna take my time, okay?", he stared up into your eyes to say this, his own growing heavy after just a few moments and falling to your lips. his eyebrows furrowed as a pained look took over his face, clearly attempting to hold himself back from letting his desires take over, "wanna make our first time last."
"but-"
"shh", he hushed you again, lips pressing up against yours lightly, "i know you want me, angel. i want you just as bad," he breathed into your lips, "i want you to remember every touch of my lips on your skin. been waiting for my perfect girl all these years."
his words alone made you melt, and his proximity did not help maters in any way, making your eyes flutter as your lips shyly attempted to chase his own as he spoke into them. his constant references to the loss of both your virginities to one another had your breath leaving you at an astonishing speed. losing your virginity to minghao while also taking his own was something you had not been able to truly process even to this moment. feeling the most intimate of touch with the love of your life all while robbing him of his own innocence made you shudder, gulping at the body heat you felt against you.
the preamble had been nothing less than a dream. minghao kissed up and down your body, loving on every inch of skin as he slowly unclothed you. he took charge of the situation despite his own lack of experience. being a natural at it, he carried a sensual aura to himself, making you feel like the prettiest and most wanted girl to step foot on earth. his hands and lips were unable to disconnect from your body for even one second as he undressed you both.
he worshiped your body for what felt like hours on end, praising every dip and curve and groaning any time you so much as sighed in contentment. without an ounce of shyness, he expressed his lust for you from the first kiss.
after an extended session of foreplay that left you as a shell of your former self, deflated and willing to follow minghao's every whim, you were finally entering the first stages of love making. the acceleration of your heart could likely be heard from miles away, making you worried that minghao might be able to sense your nerves.
despite the nerves invading your mind, the anticipation overtook any anxiety. the need to feel your boyfriend was making you lightheaded. there was nothing that could occupy your brain in this moment other than your boyfriend finally making love to you.
likely sensing your internal monologue, minghao's hands wrapped around your hips, pulling you into position to begin a slow grind of his hips into your cunt. you hiccuped a gasp, which was soon swallowed by his lips as he finally closed the gap between you.
grunts and whines could be heard along with the rustling of the sheets as minghao ground into you, occasionally murmuring sweet praise into your lips.
"'m gonna play with your pussy now, okay, angel? need to get you ready for me," he let you know before dipping a hand between you, seeking you out for a few moments before his thumb finally landed on your clit.
"h-hao, fuck-"
"is that good, pretty? need you to tell me when it feels good, yeah?"
you nodded mindlessly, attempting to whine out an answer, "h-how are you so good at this? fuck."
he chuckled lightly, pecking your lips once before dipping his head to kiss up and down your neck, "wanted to be ready for you, angel. can't disappoint you if i'm going to be the only man to ever feel you like this."
the promise to be your first and last was a recurrent conversation between the two of you. he was never direct about it, but always made you aware of his plan to keep you to himself for life. it was a well known fact to you that minghao had saved himself for the woman he believed he'd find a permanent home in. this knowledge only made tonight the more intimate.
"w-what i- i disappoint you, hao?" you hiccuped between heavy breaths at the pressure on your clit.
he tsk'd disapprovingly, landing a soft bite on your neck as some sort of punishment, "my gorgeous girl could never disappoint me. so perfect for me and i havent even had her," he reassured.
he ground into you as his thumb circled your clit long enough for your hands to begin digging into his back, silently begging for more while pathetic sounds continued to leave your lips. his bare cock dragging against your lips made you desperate to have him finally infiltrate your walls. you were aware the penetration was meant to hurt a bit, but you knew minghao would make the experience as pleasurable as possible.
"are you ready for me, pretty? hmm? want me to fuck you now?", he murmured into your ear, breathless at his own stimulation from the dry humping, "so wet for me, fuck. pretty clit so puffy and needy. can i fuck you now, angel?"
looking up at him with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows, he groaned at the sight, reiterating his prior questions again as he practically pleaded to finally feel you wrapped around him.
"please ..." you pleaded, pulling him against you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, needily pressing him further towards you.
nodding to himself, he readjusted, grabbing onto his cock and beginning to drag the tip through your folds, causing you both to shudder with a gasp. the pained look would not leave his eyes. it was clear to you that he'd been holding back his desires this entire time in order to get you stimulated enough for a painless intrusion. his silent consideration was more than enough for you to cherish your decision of saving yourself for him.
with a silent groan, he entered you, whimpering at your tightness. this was the first time you ever heard such a sound come from him, something which made you sickly proud of yourself. his breath was ragged and heavy against your neck, murmuring filthy praise about your pussy.
"it's so good, oh, fuck- so fucking good.
"so tight and pretty for me ..."
"can't believe it's all mine ... it's all for me, isn't it, pretty? fuck, my pretty pussy, all for me to fuck ..."
"never felt so good ... c-can't think when you're so wet and so fucking warm around me, oh, fuck."
"fucking ruined me ..."
he babbled endless praise as he lost his composure against you. you had no chance to survive him when he loved you so good, never shy to express it. no pain was felt as he fucked you, only unimaginable pleasure accompanied by lightheadedness from the effect you clearly had on him. you just laid there and whined out his name as he took care of himself with your cunt.
"h-hao ... fuck, so big- so fucking good," you sighed as your eyes rolled back. the mere mention of his name made him redouble his groans of appreciation, composure nowhere to be found.
"tell me how good it is ... tell me you feel just as good as i do ... please."
"feels so good, hao. keep going, please ... wanna- wanna cum, fuck, please," you rambled on, knowing he'd eat up your every word as his hips continued to gradually lose their finesse.
"i'll make you cum, gorgeous. but with me, yeah? need you to cum with me. fuck, i'll make you feel so good, promise," he grunted against your ear, kissing his way to your lips and beginning rocking into you even harder.
nodding in confirmation, you silently confirmed your incoming orgasm. his hands went up to hold your own over your head, noses pressed up together as he occasionally connected your lips in a passionate series of kisses.
"'m cumming, angel. i'm- i'm cumming. cum with me, yeah. love you so- so fucking much. need you to- fuck, please ..." he gasped out his nonsensical pleas for your orgasm, not realizing his current state made you tip over the edge and join him with your own orgasm.
even more expletives came from his lips when you began crying out his name, squeezing his hands with your own and arching your back, causing your chest to press up against his own. you rode your orgasms together, filling up the room with nasty sounds of gratification as he released inside you all the way up until losing all your energy and falling against each other.
he nuzzled into your neck, wrapping himself around you, though not pulling out of you. readjusting you to comfortably lay with one another, he loved on you once more, but more lazily this time around.
"thank you for being my first. i love you," he smiled, offering you a loving gaze.
"love you, hao," you smiled back.
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breakfast.
| part 2 to smoke-you-out for you thirsty hoes đ reader folds and sleeps with Eren again after they bicker a little because the reader is âregretfulâ about her mistakes, Eren is obsessed with reader. |
cw: smut, cheating, bf!Connie, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, spit, fluids, squirting, unprotected sex, missionary position, creampie, scratching, hair pulling, pet names, lots of dirty talk (bc eren a chatterbox đ), overstimulation, crying, desperate eren âjust the tipâ, whimpering, biting, pwp, etc. ( plenty of plot though âđœđ) fem! sub reader, dom! Eren. reader is black.
Word Count : long asab đ
sn : thank yâall so much for all the love fr đ«¶đœ
part 3 : all-yours <3
You woke up in a bright room, stretching and groaning as consciousness spread over you. Your body was very sore and you felt drained. You took in your surroundings as you sat up, wrapped in white sheets on a large bed. The room was extremely nice and tidy, and it looked as if you were in some kind of mansion with the large windows on the side of the room.
Panic began to take over you once you realized you werenât at home though and once you remembered the events of last night you were starting to feel sick. âno no no no..â You said on a mantra while shaking your head as if that would change things. To interrupt your distress, Eren came out his bathroom looking like a wet dream. His hair was down, damp and falling over his shoulders and he was shirtless, only wearing pajama pants that hung low on his hips showing off his happy trail and the band of his briefs.
âGoodmorning little one.â Eren hummed casually as if you werenât on the verge of losing your mind. You stared at him in awe, still processing everything while subconsciously gawking at his appearance. âYou might start drooling if you keep your mouth open forever sweetheart.â He chuckled breaking you out of your trance.
You blushed and instantly shut your mouth that you didnât realize was gaping open as you stared at Eren. You held the sheets closer to your body even though you were clothed in what seemed to be one of Erenâs t-shirts judging by how big it was on you. âUhmâŠthis was a mistake. Last night was a mistake. This shouldâve never happened. Oh my godâŠConnie will never forgive me. I canât believe I cheated on him.â You began to ramble. âWhy did you let that happen?? Youâre his bestfriend!âYou said to Eren.
âWoah, donât go blaming me sweetheart. Youâre his âloyal girlfriendâ as you said last night. I asked you if you wanted it and you said you did so donât make it seem like I coerced you or something. Plus I never gave a fuck about your relationship anyways. You were mine from the moment I saw you.â He said seriously as he looked at you.
You stared at him in disbelief, âI am not yours! Youâre a terrible bestfriend by the way. Who sleeps with their bestfriendâs girlfriend?!â You exclaimed. âAnd who the hell sleeps with their boyfriendâs bestfriend?â He shot back. You opened your mouth to respond but there was really nothing you could say to that. You were the one more in the wrong in this situation. âMhm exactly, so quiet now little one.â he hummed. âShut up Erenâ You muttered.
âI told you that youâd regret it more than me.â Eren shrugged. âI do regret itâŠa lot. We should never see each other again. If me and you both just forget about it then Connie wonât ever have to know.â You said as you found your phone, seeing that you had tons of missed calls and texts from your boyfriend. âMhm yeah, what do you want for breakfast?â He asked you as if he didnât hear anything you just said.
âExcuse me?â You said as you looked back up at him. âI asked what do you want for breakfast?.â He repeated. âEren Iâm not eating breakfast with you. Are you crazy?â
You said, not understanding why he wasnât more pressed about this situation. âIâm not crazy, and youâre not ditching me to go back to Connie. Now answer my question.â He said, and you realized he was dead serious.
âIâm not hungry ErenâŠeat by yourself.â You said while shaking your head before you focused your attention back on your phone so you could text Connie back. âI wanna eat you though.â He said seriously with a hum. Your eyes widened at his words and you instinctively closed your legs. âEren..no. Donât talk like that.â You said, getting deja vu from your own words.
âDonât talk like that~â Eren mocked you. âYou love saying that, donât you?. You love it when I talk like that though. Makes your little pussy all gushy and wet.â He said with a grin as he stared into your eyes. You almost let out a whine but you held it back, your face flushed at his words. âI-It does not!â You defended. He chuckled, âI guarantee youâre wet right now baby.â He said, highly amused as your denial.
He was unfortunately right but that didnât mean you were gonna admit it. âYouâre delusional!â You huffed as you blushed. âOnly over you babyâ he said teasingly with a wink, leaving you baffled at his shamelessness. âIâm serious though sweet girl, Iâm craving you soo bad. I want you to squirt on my tongue just like you did on my dick last night. Wonât you be a good girl and do that for me?â He said, talking in that sickly sweet tone that made your head fuzzy.
âErenâŠâ you whined and shook your head. He somehow managed to put you in a spell with his words everytime. His attention and his filthy sweet words making you want to give in and spread your legs for him whenever he wanted. âAw baby, you want it too donât you?. You can be good for me just like you were last night.â He hummed, using his teeth to take the hair tie off his wrist and holding it in his mouth as he began to tie his hair up.
You couldnât take your eyes off him. The act of him tying his hair up, seemingly getting prepped for his âmealâ was getting you excited. Your thighs clenching together as your panties became more wet by the second, anticipation building for Eren to act on his lewd words. âYouâre giving me that look again sweetheart.â Eren grinned as he walked closer to the bed, towering over your form.
You blushed in embarrassment at his words, itâs not like you could control how you looked at the man but he didnât have to call it out. âYou donât even realize how slutty that look is do you?. All fucking needy, eyes begging for me to ruin you and make you my pretty little whore. Do you look at Connie like that?â Eren taunted. âI bet you donât. He canât fuck you like I do, right sweetheart?. I got you all desperate for me and I havenât even touched you yet pretty girl.â He continued.
You couldnât even hold back your whines anymore at his words. The more he spoke the more you wanted him to touch you, to devour you, to make a complete mess out of you. You wanted to stay strong on your morals to not sleep with Eren again but god he sure was making it hard as fuck. âW-Weâre not doing this again..â you breathed out.
Eren faux pouted dramatically at your words, âYouâre breaking my heart baby.â He tsked while shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed, inching closer to you and pulling the sheets off you. âYou really donât want me baby?â He asked as he looked up into your eyes, his hands easing up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
You bit your lip, contemplating how to respond. It wasnât that you didnât want Eren, the problem was that you did want him, very badly at that. But this was wrong, but it also felt so right. Your thighs instinctively began to part as Eren began to kiss up them gently, humming in approval the more your legs spread. âI still need an answer sweet girl~â Eren reminded you.
You let out a shaky breath, âI do want youâŠbut this is the last time! No more after this Eren! Iâm serious.â You declared, although you barely believed your own words. He chuckled, âMhm, weâll see about that. Love having my good girl back though.â He grinned as he sat up and wrapped his hands around your ankles.
You shrieked as he suddenly pulled you by your ankles, making you lay flat on your back. He was quick to get back in between your legs, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he pressed his nose against your clothed wet cunt. Your panties already completely soaked through from Erenâs words alone.
Eren groaned as he inhaled your scent, his eyes rolling back a little âsmells so fucking good..youâre like a drug little one. My favorite kind of fucking drug. Canât get enough..â he rasped before he ran his tongue along the sticky fabric of your panties. You whined out starting to squirm in Erenâs hold, he only gripped you tighter, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs.
âDonât fucking move or I promise I wonât be as nice little one. Iâm trying to have a meal remember? Itâs rude to take someoneâs food.â He said as he looked up at you with that same ravenous look he had the night before. That look made you fold instantly, making you want to be the good obedient girl Eren adored so much. You nodded at his words, âI-Iâll stay still~â You muttered out.
He smiled, âGood girl. Always so good for me.â He praised happily before he placed a gentle kiss on your clit, he grazed his teeth on it sending shivers down your spine. You swooned at his praise, it causing those little flutters in your stomach that you craved from his approval. Eren didnât even warn you before he tore your panties, disposing them off on the floor somewhere. You gasped in shock, âyou didnât have to rip them!â You exclaimed in disbelief.
âThey were a mess anyways.â He brushed it off nonchalantly before he delve back in between your legs, immediately running his tongue through your folds tasting your slick on his palate. The two of you moaned out in sync, you falling into the pleasure and eren enjoying every second of tasting you. Eren kept his eyes trained on your face as he began to devour you messily. The lewd noises of slurping, sucking, and smacking beginning to fill the room.
Eren sucked on your clit, focusing his attention on the nub as he circled his tongue on it his spit dripping filthily onto your cunt and mixing with your slick. You were a moaning mess as eren ate your pussy like his favorite meal. Your head thrown back and your hands gripping the sheets as the intense pleasure consumed you. Eren loved the sight of you falling apart for him, it was so breathtaking. You were like a dream for him.
Your messy hair sprawled out on his white sheets, his shirt falling off your shoulder the marks he left on you the night before looking so beautiful on your brown skin, your nipples hard and peaking through the shirt, your eyes fluttered shut while you bit those pretty full lips of yours. Fuck Eren felt like he could bust a nut just from looking at you. âso good renâ..mmfphâ You whined as your back arched, feeling his tongue prod at your entrance, his nose deliciously bumping against your clit as he buried his face in your pussy.
He was already soaked in your fluids, his chin and his cheeks covered in your sweet slick mixed with some of his own drool and saliva. Eren loved it, being drowned in your sweet essence was heaven for him. He kept consistently running his tongue up your folds, back to your entrance and then up to your clit, sucking and kissing at your cute little clit every time. âI could eat you out all day sweet girl.â He groaned as he used his fingers to spread your folds, opening his mouth and allowing his spit to drip onto your creamy clenching cunt.
âsuch a pretty fucking pussy..â He sighed almost in complete awe at the sight of your messy cunt. He then gathered the filthy mix of fluids onto his fingers before he slid one inside you, making your breath hitch slightly. He pulled your clit between his teeth as he began to thrust his finger into you slowly, making you moan and whine out as you began to tug at his hair.
Tears brimmed your eyes at the pleasure, completely drunk on everything eren was giving you. The way eren touched your body was just so perfectly right, itâs like he knew exactly what to do to have you losing your mind. Hitting every spot that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. It was like your body was made for him and him only.
âYouâre mine, pretty baby. Isnât that right?â He said as he slid another finger into you, curling them and increasing the pace as he licked and slurped up all your slick that was gushing out all over his hand. âMhm! A-All yours renâ.â You moaned as the heels of your feet dug into Erenâs back, your legs resting over his shoulders. âThatâs right. All fucking mine. My fucking pussy. Only I make this pussy this wet.â He declared, his possessiveness showing as his fingers repeatedly hit that spot of nerves that had you seeing stars.
Eren was so turned on just from eating you out and fingering you. His cock painfully hard and dripping precum in his pajama pants. He actually had to stop himself from pathetically rutting against the bed. Pleasuring you was the most orgasmic thing for him. He could get off just on that. Even you could see how much eren was enjoying pleasing you.
His eyes rolling occasionally as he moaned and whimpered against your pussy, his occasional ruts against the bed that he tried to stop, the way he gripped your thighs and didnât allow you to move an inch from his face, wanting to drown between your legs forever. Your slick was coating his neck and collarbone by now and he loved it, it was so filthy and he couldnât get enough of it.
âMâ close!â You gasped out as you felt that coil in your tummy about to burst as eren repeatedly abused that spot, your legs beginning to tremble from the stimulation as he simultaneously sucked on your clit. âWant you to make a mess all over my face little one. You can do that for me, canât you sweetheart?â He encouraged as he sped up the pace of his fingers.
You whined and nodded, crying out and pulling harshly at Erenâs hair as you reached your climax, squirting all over Erenâs hand and his face. He moaned, slurping up as much of your juices as he could, loving the taste of you. âAlways squirting so prettily for me baby.â He sighed happily as he slapped your swollen clit, slamming his hand down on it repeatedly to watch your pussy squirt and gush out more.
You cried at the overstimulation, ââs too much! Too much renâ!â You sobbed as you squirmed. âShh, itâs okay sweet girl~â He hummed soothingly as he placed gentle kisses on your drenched inner thighs and gently stroked your cute tummy. He then sat up and hovered over you, placing gentle pecks against your lips as he grinded his erection against your wet swollen pussy, moaning into your mouth.
You whined placing your hands against his abdomen to stop him, âsensitive renââŠâ you pouted. âI know baby but..fuck just the tip princess, hm?. please, Iâll be good.â He was begging at this point but he felt like he had to be inside you right now. You blushed hearing his shameless begging and you didnât have the heart to say no, âokay..but just the tip!â You said. Eren grinned, âthank you baby~â he kissed both your cheeks before he pulled his leaking cock out of his pajama pants.
His tip was swollen and red, precum dripping down to his balls. Eren hadnât been this turned on ever. He rubbed his leaky tip through your messy folds before he began to push the tip in, literally shuddering at the feeling of your warm wet pussy swallowing up his tip. He did a shallow thrust, whimpering as he buried his face into your neck.
You were a whining mess, eren seemed so desperate for you, falling apart just from his tip being inside you and his pathetic state was doing something to you. You never had a man want you this badly, not even Connie was this effected by you and you were literally his girlfriend. It was an addicting feeling.
âshit I know I said only the tip but baby I need it, so badly. Please honey.â Eren begged more, you gasped seeing he had actual tears brimming his eyes as he shamelessly begged you. Eren knew he being pathetic right now but he couldnât help it, you were just so addicting to him. He craved every inch of you. âI-Itâs yours renâ, you can put the rest in~â you gave in, as you ran your fingers through his hair that was falling out from his loose bun.
âthank you baby, so sweet and good to me. So fucking perfect.â Eren moaned as he bottomed out, gripping your hips as he began to thrust into you with eagerness. His balls slapping against your ass as he roughly pounded into you. He moaned and whimpered into your ear, his quickened breathes fanning against your cheek and neck. You were so overstimulated but it felt so good, your nails dragging down Erenâs back as you cried out in immense pleasure.
âso close sweet girl. Gonna fill you up real good, have you all nicely stuffed for me.â He said breathlessly as he used your pussy like his favorite cock sleeve. His eyes moving to watch the way your pussy ate up his dick, the mixture of your fluids covering his dick and soaking his trimmed pubic hair. He began to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb, making you sob as your back arched. You came again instantly, gushing erotically on Erenâs dick.
He moaned out at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock as you came so beautifully, he came soon after, his warm cum filling you up and adding to the filthy mess of your fluids. He continued slow thrusts, fucking his cum into you as he kissed along your neck and collarbone. âso good, so obsessed with you, my sweet girl.â He muttered against your skin, the two of you panting breathlessly in sync.
âMm, Iâm hungry now renââ you suddenly said, completely fucked out as you laid there and gladly soaked up all of Erenâs gentle touches and kisses. You did have an appetite now. He chuckled, âIâll make you food baby. Donât worry.â He hummed as he pulled out. He got up to get a warm cloth to clean you up.
While he was doing that, your bubble burst seeing a call from Connie. You sat up and answered instantly, âOh my god, Iâm so sorry Connie. I can explain!â You began, regret filling you once again. âWhere the hell have you been?! I been looking for your little ass all over. You havenât even been responding to my calls or texts!â He yelled angrily into the phone.
âI asked everyone if they seen you. Iâm actually pulling up to Erenâs crib right now. He was the last person who saw you so I assumed heâd know where you were at.â Connie continued ranting on. You felt your heart sank to your ass. âHe doesnât! Iâm with my family! Emergency trip!â You blurted out as you scrambled out of Erenâs bed. Your legs were wobbly so you almost busted your ass.
âWell why didnât you say anything? Had me running around looking dumb and shit because I donât know where my own girl is at.â He said, clearly irritated with your antics. Honestly a part of you didnât feel bad, happy that Connie got to experience that same helpless running around you had to deal with. âBecause..it didnât cross my mind. Sorry babe.â You apologized, hoping to appease him.
âItâs alright.â He sighed. âIâm gonna chill with eren and smoke a lil to relax. Iâll come see you later, alright baby?â He said. You felt like screaming. Your eyes widening and your heart racing in panic. Eren came back out, immediately getting concerned seeing the look on your face. âYou okay little one?â He asked you as he walked up to you. You felt your heart stop once you heard that dreaded knock at the door. You definitely regretted sleeping with your boyfriendâs bestfriend now.
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Honestly not much radicalized me in regards to bodily autonomy the way being a chronic selfharmer for 10+ years has. And one of those things that really are so awful to deal with is a lack of privacy.
When I go inpatient and they ask me if I have wounds, and I answer honestly, they dont just write that down. They make me undress and show each single one, otherwise I wont be "processed" and let into my room.
In the underage psych ward I was in they would sometimes search the rooms of known selfharmers while we were away at a therapy appointment, or seeing family in the visitation room, etc. They wouldn't tell you. They would lie about it if you asked about it. But all your shit had been moved around slightly, enough for observant people to notice. If they found blades, or any other sharp object regardless of it you had used it to selfharm though, you would obviously be punished.
One time I cut and went to the nurses for help, I was scared because it had never been that deep before and their response was tossing my room after I had voluntarily given them the two blades i had, while a male nurse kept saying how uncomfortable he was that he "had to" inspect my pads, saying "why would you need that many", ... they had metal detectors. They could've just swiped it across everything. But that wouldn't have been humiliating enough like seeing a nurse dig through my underwear and pads and diary.
Outside of the psych ward, my family kept up a similar approach. They did not search my room at least, knowing it was futile because there were always knifes in the house if I was desperate anyways, and a store down the street that sold razors. But locked doors were my mothers enemy. If I locked my door to masturbate, and she noticed it was locked? She would knock and yell until I opened it. If I simply wanted to relax in a bath but she decided it was suspiciously long ? The same.
When they couldn't catch me in the act but my scars kept getting more and more theyd threaten me with being hospitalized again.
When the hospital ER would send me to the closed ward for cuts that had nothing to do with suicidal ideation, but they decided I must be lying because it was deep enough, no matter how often I said I simply "messed up" because of adrenaline and blades that were sharper than expected. They had no legal ground to lock me up again but who cares, right. Its just one of those freaks who cuts themselves anyways.
And none of this kept me safe. None of this prevented me from cutting majority of the time. It made me distrust the ER. It made me distrust nurses. It made me hide my body even around my family. And when it did momentarily work I simply started harming myself in other ways. I ended up covered in bruises, with minor concussions, increasingly starving myself, depriving myself of sleep, ...
No one ever went "let's really try to figure out why you do this." Instead they went "why the fuck wont you just chew some bubble gum and roll a spikey ball on the soles of your feet you depressed fuck" or some shit like bro I am being severely traumatized by the world and this is my reaction. It's all "you are the problem".
And as an adult whos decided that I'm not interested in quitting, who "only" practices harm reduction I know that absolutely no one wants to accept that as a choice I should be allowed to make. Doesnt matter that I'm an expert at taking care of wounds and I have not had a single infection in 10+ years aside from once on wounds that got fucking stitched at the hospital. that I actively do my best to avoid lasting damage. That I try to keep the frequency low. They put me through years of surveillance and shame and threats without ever trying to see the root cause, only ever treat me as a bratty problem child who's being difficult just to fuck with them, and can not understand why that wouldn't make me want to stick to the goals they have set for me.
Therapists genuinely lose their mind when I tell them I don't want ~sobriety~ I just want to reduce harm and get on with my life. Their teachings do not allow for this to be but a short term compromise. I do not care.
#harm reduction#i guess sort of#selfharm cw#selfharm#anti psych#psych critical#bodily autonomy#(respect my choice or die by my sword)
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I needed to hear you say it | James Potter
Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Unrequited love on both sides, James' side in part twoâ You're in love with James who, despite knowing about your feelings, ignores it as he doesn't want to lose you by rejecting you. After a rejection, you get over him and leave him strangely enough, conflicted.
Notes: I was not going to post anything until I got back from holidays, but itâs really short, so here it is anyway! Not proofread and typed on a phone ;)
Masterlist Part two
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âIâm sorry.â
You shook your head at his words, assuring him that it wasnât his fault. After all, you donât choose who you fall in love with. It just happens. Just like how you donât choose who you donât fall in love with.
The words "I don't love you" rang through your head.
âItâs alright,â you tried to offer him a smile, but your eyes avoided his, your face tilted downwards. Despite your heart hurting, you felt slightly lighter, as if a massive weight had been taken off the back of your mind. âI think I knew. Despite your mixed signals which I must admit, gave me a little hope, I knew. So did you.â
James was slouched on the couch in front of the fireplace, taking up the entire space, leaving Peter and Remus to sit on the floor in front of him, both busy studying like dutiful students should. He looked up at you, vision up side down as a result of his head that had lolled off the edge of the couch, a conflicted expression adorned his face while he studied yours.
You watched his glasses that sat uneven on the bridge of his nose, eyes that seemed to bore right through you, though you sure hoped they couldnât. How humiliating it would be, you thought to yourself, since more often than not, you imagined what it would be like to be loved by him, accidentally zoning out with your eyes trained on James. You shook the thoughts away in a flustered manner as if to hide them away.
Noticing that James was still peering up at you, you stretched out your leg towards him and nudged your foot against his head in a teasing manner, trying to get him to break his gaze. It worked, and James pushed it away with a face of mock disgust.
âEw! Get your smelly feet away from my face.â He complained.
You stuck your tongue out at him. âNo. I donât think I will,â you taunted and wiggled your foot in front of him a little more. With lightning quick reflexes, James managed to grad your ankle and started to tickle your foot.
You squirmed away with a high pitched shriek, almost kicking James in the face. âJames! Bloody hell?â You loudly exclaimed and retracted your leg. James only grinned in response, blowing you a kiss and a wink. It had your heart skip a beat.
âSo what were you thinking about,â you decided to ask him, his frown not having gone unnoticed by you.
âAbout how I know that youâre in love with me,â he thought. He had been thinking about that a lot recently, but unfortunately not because he returned your feelings.
James was trying to pass his behaviour off as normal recently, despite having found out about it. He prayed that you would never confess your feelings directly to his face, because he knew that heâd have to reject you, inevitably losing you in the process. Something he wanted to avoid at all costs.
He needed you.
But he wanted Lily. She was it for him after all, no matter how close you and James were.
âLots of things on my mind,â James cleared his throat. âLike do you guys think that McGonagall has ever... involved herself with another cat?â He asked the first thing that popped up in his mind and was successful in diverting the conversation. The immediate response was four groans and a chorus of âThatâs bloody disgusting, Prongs, what the hell mate?â
James shoulders relaxed when he saw you laugh along. He didnât want things to change.
James didnât know what to say to you. He hadnât wanted to lose you, so he avoided the confrontation, unintentionally stringing you along on the way, breaking your heart when the news that Lily decided to give James a chance had reached you before he could tell you himself.
But now he knew somewhere in his gut that this was the going to be the end of you two. At least for now, he realised.
âThank you,â you managed and his head snapped up to yours, searching for your eyes but yours were firmly focused on the brick wall behind him.
You took a deep breath. âI needed to hear you say it,â you exhaled, your eyes glistering in the reflected light when you looked up again.
You reached your hand into the pocket of your sweater, grasping at the ring that James had given you. You had pocketed it after you found out that the only reason you received that wonderful gift, was because Lily had told James that she didnât like wearing jewellery.
You held your hand out to him. James, somewhat confused, still held his hand out and you let the ring drop in the palm of his hand. âIâm not going to get strung along by you anymore,â you told him. Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, but was firm.
James heart clenched, the pit in his stomach enlarging. âThis is it,â he thought.
âNo more hurting. No more feelings,â you said out loud, as if you were vowing them to him. âLetâs meet up after the summer vacation, yeah?â Jamesâ eyes searched your face, hope at your words, lighting them up.
âI swear on the marauders, everything will be back to normal next year, and weâll be okay.â Your words were confident, putting him at ease, knowing youâd keep your promise. You beamed up at him one last time before you stepped back, disappearing through the brick wall of Platform 9Ÿ.
September 1st.
James dearly missed you. You hadnât visited over the holidays as usual. Nor had you answered the letters that James couldnât help but send you to keep you up to date on what you were missing out on. James was already on the platform, waiting in front of the Hogwarts express. He was early, but he knew that you were always one of the first to arrive of all the students, ready to secure a compartment for the marauders.
James had spent a few weeks with Lily during the holidays, and the both of them had realised that maybe they werenât it for each other.
Whereas James slept in and enjoyed late night talks, Lily would wake up as an early bird. He wanted to go out and stroll through the streets, get lost in London or hang out at a bar and Lily would rather go to the park and calmly read a book that sheâd treated to herself. James liked trying out new places to eat at, maybe laughing at how disgusting something was, while Lily thoroughly enjoyed making meals herself to match her tastes.
She didnât feel too comfortable with Jamesâ public affection or physical touch, so he would often find himself walking next to her, arms awkwardly hanging by his sides. He realised that even when walking around with his friends, heâd have his arm thrown across their shoulders.
James was also a little bit of a complainer. He would dramatically gasp for air and wave his hands at himself during the heat wave that hit London while whining about the temperature. He sourly eyed the ridiculously long queue of the movie theatre of a movie that he wasnât particularly interested in due to different tastes and couldnât help but complain about it. He cursed out loud when they missed the bus and grumbled about the 30-minute wait until the next.
Lily would roll her eyes at him, albeit amusedly. She would hush him and shake her head at his childishness, sometimes with a slightly embarrassed chuckle which was the final issue; she was often embarrassed at his loud rambunctiousness.
Finally coming to terms with reality, Lily and James amicably split up. He still thought she was a great person, but maybe not for him per se.
He was lost in thoughts until two hands obscured his sight, effectively pulling him back to the present. They were warm to the touch and smelled like you. Jamesâ stomach swirled for just a split second, but he didnât have time to process the feeling in his gut when you spoke up in a low voice, trying to pass off as someone else, as if James would be fooled by that.
âGuess who?â
A grin broke out on his face and he grabbed one of your wrists, spun around and then made your twirl around as well. âMy favourite person?â He cheekily teased. He was taken aback when you threw yourself at him, that same fluttering feeling reappearing, despite the fact that you often hugged others like that, and the action being no different than your usual way of greeting him.
When you felt Jamesâ body stiffen, you quickly released him, kind but apologetic smile on your face. You were looking good, James realised. Not in the sense that you suddenly looked incredibly stunning after the summer holiday or anything, although James had always thought you were quite pretty, but you looked relaxed. A delighted expression on your face. Positivity seemed to pour out of you and your smile was just captivating.
âSorry, did I make you uncomfortable?â You asked, concern lacing your voice. Before he could answer you, you continued. âIâm so sorry if I did, but I promise you, I have absolutely no feelings for you anymore, Prongs. Everythingâs back to normal,â you sincerely assured him.
James smiled back at you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you flush to his side while he guided you towards the train. âEverything's back to normal,â he cheerily affirmed, forcing himself to ignore the way his heart had dropped, and the forming pit in his stomach at your words.
âHow was your summer,â he asked, before his mind could wander off and imagine what it would be like to be loved by you, instead.
part two
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WIP excerpt for Derpsheep; a fake cryptid and a real romantic. (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âOh, baby bird,â Dick says sympathetically, trying not to laugh as Tim sulks at him.Â
âRobin . . . BUSY,â Tim mutters sourly through his vocoder, otherwise pretending to be ignoring him as he makes yet another valiant but fruitless attempt at getting the ânestâ heâs trying to construct in this crumbly warehouse safehouse to stay together. The attempt is very, very fruitless. Almost aggressively fruitless, in fact.Â
âDidnât Superboy say heâd make you a nest?â Dick asks pointedly, not bothering to use his own vocoder. No one else is around to hear; not even Bruce, right now.Â
Heâll hear anyway, obviouslyâthereâs a reason Dick left Gothamâbut not the point. And anyway, âhearingâ isnât necessarily understanding, when it comes to Bruce.Â
Tim ignores him. Dick raises an eyebrow behind his mask.Â
âIâm pretty sure he did,â he says. âSo you literally do not need to be doing this right now.âÂ
Tim hisses at him, then snatches up a few sad, brittle little sticks in his talons. Basically all the sticks heâs working with look sad and brittle, in fact. Dick isnât really the outdoorsy type, but heâs pretty sure nests need to be made out of sticks that wonât instantly snap when woven together.Â
Also the weaving part is probably necessary, which Tim does not seem to have realized yet. So . . . yeah, thatâs a thing.Â
Tim tries to prop his sad, brittle little sticks up against each other. He seems very frustrated, and way more invested in this totally unnecessary process than it makes sense for him to be.Â
Alright then, Dick thinks, and carefully doesnât comment when the propped-up sticks immediately collapse. Tim puts his face in his handsâwell, his mask in his talonsâand groans in frustration.Â
âThere, there,â Dick says lamely, patting his feathered shoulder. Tim shoots him a dirty look he can feel through the mask.Â
âYou suck,â Tim accuses sullenly.Â
âIâm still pretty sure Superboy would do this for you,â Dick says. âActually literally positive, in fact, since a nest cannot possibly be as time-consuming or complicated to make as, you know, a literal diamond.âÂ
âFirst of all, I canât expect him to do all the work and just always be giving me stuff, thatâs rude and dispectful and would be taking advantage of him,â Tim says in exasperation. Then he cringes badly enough that itâs visible through his entire suit and hides his face in his wings. âAlso if he actually makes me a nest I will lose my mind over it and I need to keep, like, some scraps of dignity here.âÂ
âRight, of course,â Dick says, politely not mentioning anything heâs observed about the combination of Tim, his dignity, and his past crushes. Itâs not gonna be helpful right now. Tim is clearly not in a place to hear it, if nothing else. Just very much not at all. âOkay, so what kind of nest are you trying to make?âÂ
â. . . a bird one?â Tim replies, sounding bewildered by the question.Â
. . . Dick just . . . pats his shoulder again.
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even statues crumble if they're made to wait
Pairing: Jake x Fem!MC
Genre: Post-Episode 10 Duskwood, Post-Episode 1 Moonvale
Words: 8,916
Summary: It's been three months since the explosion in the mine. Three months since Hannah was found. And MC's accepted that Jake is never coming back. When she gets roped into another missing person's case, it makes for the perfect distraction. Jake is dead. It's fine. That is, until she finds herself on the phone with Alan Bloomgate who says he has something to show her. But it's fine. Jake is dead.
Until he's not.
EPISODE-1 MOONVALE SPOILERS AHEAD (MAYBE)!
[ A/N: Hello! :)
I know it's been a while since I've done this, but I finished Moonvale Episode 1 and if you've seen the ending (and used its Duskwood code), you know what happened and how excited I was to receive that bit of Duskwood. So, I took it and ran with it, and out came this extremely long fic. I did not proofread this as it took me literally almost 12 hours to write so it is completely and 100% me and my love for Jake and I hope you love it.
Side note: I suck with anything related to timelines, so I made one up on my own. I know Episode 1 of Moonvale takes place over the course of a day or two, but for the purpose of this fic, it made sense to make it longer, so it's not a typo, or me losing my mind, it's just the way my brain processed this.
Enjoy! :) ]
Itâs been three months since the explosion in the mine.
Three months since Richy had been killed. Three months since Hannah was rescued. Three months since I had last spoken to Thomas or Cleo or Lilly orâŠor Jessy. I didnât blame her then and I donât blame her now. Any of them, really. I didnât share the bond they had with each other. I wasnât from Duskwood. It didnât matter that weâd experienced a tragedy togetherâand yes, perhaps them more than me, but I loved Richy too. I had lost Richy too. And Jakeâ
But mostly, I think they just wanted to forget. To move on. They didnât want to remember that their friend had been capable ofâŠof that. And I was a constant reminder of that to them. So I understood why we didnât necessarily talk anymore.
The one person I did keep in contact with from Duskwood, oddly enough, other than the occasional update from Alan Bloomgate, was Dan. We werenât best friends or anything, but he allowed me to check in on our friends in a way that I didnât know how to do with anyone else. Maybe because I thought he was the least affected among them. I knew he cared about Hannah, but he wasnât to her what Thomas or Cleo or Lilly were. And he wasnât to Richy what Jessy had been.
Iâd learned from him that Thomas and Hannah had broken up. There was no bad blood, but Thomas hadnât quite figured out how to accept the things heâd learned about his girlfriend when sheâd been gone, and Hannah hadnât quite figured out how to re-trust someone after Richy. Even if that person was Thomas. But Iâd hoped they would find their way back to each other in the end.
I thought about reaching out to Jessy every once in a whileâeven just as an apology for everything that had happened. Iâm sorry that Hannah was found at the expense of Richy. Iâm sorry that he did this to you. Iâm sorry I didnât realize it sooner. We should have. We should have. We should have. I miss you. But I never send it. Iâm not all that sure sheâd respond anyway.
Cleo and I were never all that close. She has her best friend back, so I think sheâs probably as okay as she can be. Helping Hannah find a new kind of normal in a time where her childhood friend had kidnapped her in order to prove a point. I donât know how you come back from thatâI donât know how you come back from knowing that you killed somebody at all.
I hadnât found the courage to ask if somebody had told Hannah about Jake.
Not that I think it would matter anyway. I hadnât heard from him since before the explosion in the mine, which was, like I saidâthree months ago. I waited the appropriate amount of timeâtwenty-five daysâbefore I broke down and concluded that maybe he hadnât survived. Which just piled a shit-ton of guilt onto my shoulders because it was supposed to be me in that mine. He had gone in place of me and now he was dead.
It was the only explanation that made sense. I was used to Jake disappearing for days at a time, but never as long as he had been now. And he didnât seem like the type to tell me he loved me and then leave without a single explanation. Not unless he had to. But it had been three months and as much as I missed him, as much as my chest ached with the thought that we would never eat Chinese food out of shitty motels and have that on-the-run ending we talked about, I had accepted that he wasnât coming back.
I wonder if he had known about Richy or if he had died still thinking Michael Hanson was the one who had kidnapped Hannah. I wonder if his last thoughts were of me. Maybe itâs selfish, but I kind of hope they were, because Iâm pretty sure Iâll think about him for the rest of my life.
I wonder what it would have felt like to run my hands through his hair. To kiss him. To spend every waking moment with him and know it was because I loved him. Because I would have. Talking to Jake became about more than just finding Hannah. It became a part of my day I looked forward to more than anything else. He confided in me in a way that told me he never had with anyone, maybe not even Hannah, and I needed that from somebody. I needed somebody to trust in me the way that Jake did. I needed somebody to love me the way that Jake did.
It was strangeâand maybe a little ironicâthe thought that something so beautiful could come out of something so tragic.
Anyway, my point is: itâs been a long couple of months. Of thinking about my friends. Of thinking about Jake. Of wondering if I should have done things differently. I should have gone to Duskwood to help. Not even with the mine, but sooner. I could have. I couldâve gone when Jessy was attacked on the way home. I couldâve gone when the group made plans to cut out of town and hide away in the house Richy had found. Selfishly, I should have. In that moment, when they were settled around the fire and Lilly called me, I had never remembered wanting anything more. I should have grabbed Jakeâmetaphorically, maybe even literallyâand rode it out with them to the end.
I donât stop missing them after three months. Of wishing things could have been different. Wishing I could have done more. But exactly ninety-five days after the explosion in the mine, seventy days since I had accepted that Jake was never coming back, twenty-two days since I had last heard from anybody from Duskwood (Dan included), my phone dings with a new message.
And the cycle starts all over again.
Itâs somebody named Eric, who claims he needs my help to find his friend Adam, who disappeared while he was waiting for a ride in someplace called Redlog Pines. And much like with Duskwood, I have never heard of Redlog, and the case reminds me way too much of Thomasâ first message to me, so much that it makes my chest ache, but I canât say no because thereâs somebody missing, and if Iâd say no the first time, God knows where Hannah would be.
So, I say yes, and I help out where I can, and Eric decides he needs to bring about four more friends in on his little plan and I try my best to stay emotionally unattached because I remember everything that happened the last time and I canât go through that again. I offer up information when I can and keep my words short and careful because Iâm not ready to get attached to somebody else I know I might never meet.
I know how this ends.
Two days in, Ash, one of Ericâs friends, brings up my Duskwood past and the unhealed wound Iâve been trying to mend breaks open again. She asks about Richy, and about the mine, and then because Iâm me and I canât help myself, I tell her about Jake. She tells me the news never mentioned another body and I shove that thought to the back of my head because hoping for something that will never come true will kill me.
Four days into Adamâs disappearance, and the police not giving a shitâas Charlie, somebody who reminds me far too much of Richy for comfort, points outâmy phone beeps with an incoming call from somebody I havenât spoken to in a while.
âGo for [MC].â I answer my phone.
Ever since Hannah had been found in the mine and Jake hadâŠyou know, my phone had been more silent than Iâd gotten used to. Until this new case. But even thatâit was only a few days old and I didnât want to go down the same path with them that I did with my friends in Duskwood. We didnât really know each other that long, sureâeven though sometimes itâd felt like itâbut it felt like Iâd finally been a part of something. Like, I had found these people who had chosen me for me.
And originally, maybe they had. Maybe theyâd had every intention of keeping me around, but then Richy was the Man Without A Face and Alan Bloomgate had rescued Hannah and nothing was the same as it had been when weâd met each other. We knew too many secrets about each other by the time the town settled. Secrets we would have to take to the grave.
Or maybe Iâm losing my mind a bit and I had really only been a means to an end.
Either way.
âAlan?â I raise my voice when thereâs nothing but breathing on the other end of the line. âDid you mean to call me?â
His tone is clipped. âI found something.â
âYou found something.â I repeat.
My heart clenches. For all I know, it might fall into my stomach. As far I know, from watching the news, from what Ash told me, Jakeâs body was never found. Richyâs was. Or what was left of him to find, anyway. I had assumed that there just hadnât been enough of Jake left. The thought left me nauseous, but it was better than hoping for something I knew I could never have.
âIâm sending it to your phone now.â He responds. âLet me know what you think of this.â
And then he hangs up.
That was a riveting conversation, I think as my phone dings with a message. I do my best to ignore my other messagesâcontacts from Duskwood Iâm still not ready to acknowledgeâand click Alan Bloomgate. He sent me a video that looks likeâoh God.
Immediately, Iâm overcome with emotion as an all-too-familiar forest pops up on my phone. Itâs a video of Alanâs bodycam footage. Heâs searching the Duskwood forest. A forest Iâve seen too many times in the background of other video calls.
I watch as he stumbles upon an object thatâs too dark to make out at first. When he gets closer, itâs clear that itâs a backpack. Itâs simple. Black. Nothing about it that screams this is mine and I left it here about anybody in particular. You stupid, stupid idiot, I tell my heart when it rattles against my chest in hope. Heâs dead.
Alan stands and treks away from the backpackâI want to scream at him to go back, to open it and look through it and tell me if itâs what my heart aches to believe, but I canât, because this is a video and Iâm simply watching with wide eyes, waiting forâŠfor something. But then. But then, he moves further into the forest and I watch as he stumbles upon an object that makes my knees tremble and tears rush to my eyes and my hands shake. A black hoodie. It looks like itâs been through hell, with holes scattered up the sleeves and dirt cakes into the hood, but itâs unmistakably his.
And thenâAlan lifts the hood and picks up something that makes me sink to my knees with a sob that wracks my entire frame. Because Iâm staring at Jakeâs mask. The mask he doesnât go anywhere without. The mask that protects him. And so my relief is short-lived, because I realize that even if heâs aliveâwhich seems like a very big possibility at this pointâheâs alive without the things that he needs to survive.
And then the anger kicks in. Because if heâs been alive, on his own, for three monthsâwhy has he not contacted me? Unless he survived the mine but he didnât survive the after. But that didnât make any sense. So, okay, he wasnât dead. But that didnât make any sense either. He told me he wouldnât let them catch him. Because catching that meant he would be apart from me. Did something happen that prevented him from being able to reach out and tell me he was at least okay? A quick text that said didnât die in the explosion in the mine, you donât need to mourn me, by the way, going off radar for another year. Did he think I would have given up on him?
I wipe my eyes and shoot a message to Alan.
ME: Recently?? Did nobody search the forests before?     Â
ALAN: Searched the forests for what, [MC]? The logical assumption seemed to be that if anybody was inside the mine when Richy set the fire, they would have perished alongside him. Officers were stationed outside every known entrance and exit. Besides, after the story you and your friends spun around this town, do you think anybody would have gone back into its forests?
ME: But itâs possible?
ALAN: I would say these items had been there for some time. But I would say it is likely he ditched them when he fled the mine, yes.
Another sob tears through my throat. Jake is alive. I donât know quite what that means for us as of now, but I know itâs the best news Iâve heard since Hannah was found. Jake is alive. Heâs out there somewhere. And even if itâs been three months, and even if Iâm a little bit mad at him right now, I know that if he was here, I would throw my arms around his neck and hold on to him until someone dragged me off, and even thenâI would fight kicking and screaming.
I close out of my messages with Alan and pull up a conversation I havenât had the heart to look at in quite some time.
ME: Jakeâs alive.
LILLY: âŠ
LILLY: Have you spoken to him?
ME: Alan called. He found some of Jakeâs things in Duskwood. I donât know a lot of details. But I know he made it out of the mine.
Lilly types for a long while, but she doesnât respond. I donât take it personally. I think itâs probably hard for her to be happy that her brotherâs okay while also trying to accept that her sister may never be okay again. Her sister, who had once-upon-a-time been kind-of-sort-of in love with their brother she didnât know she had. I think that would probably mess with any familyâs heads. And on top of all that, you throw in manslaughter and a kidnapping. I wouldnât wish anybody, not even my worst enemy, to have had to go through what the Donforts had.
When it becomes adamant that Lilly isnât going to respond, I start scrolling through messages with the rest of the group in Duskwood. I click on Jessy. Iâm here if you need me. That had been the last thing I sent to her, a couple of days after Richyâs death. She hadnât responded. I click out of Jessyâs contact and click on Thomasâ instead. Thank you for everything. That had been his last message to me after we found Hannah. Iâd liked it. I hadnât expected at the time it would be the last thing weâd ever say to each other. I click out of Thomasâ and click on Richy. So, you want to turn yourself in? Iâd asked. That was before he called me. Before he lit a match and burned himself and the mine to the ground. Some people would call that heroic. I mostly call him a coward.
I click on Jakeâs name. Itâs been a while since I read messages between the two of us. Maybe before I had acceptedâthoughtâhe was dead. In that twenty-five-day period when Iâd hoped with all Iâd had that he would come back. I love you. That was the last message he sent me. Iâd responded with I love you too, Jake. Then, four days later: Are you okay? A week later: Jake, please, youâre starting to scare me. I know you said you would contact when you could, but itâs been a week. After twenty-five days, when I had finally accepted our fate, Iâd sent one final message: I hope you know that I love you, and I will always care about you, but I think itâs time for me to move on. Iâm so sorry that I sent you into the mine. It should have been me. And I will probably feel the guilt from that for the rest of my life. Thank you for everything. Take care of yourself, wherever you are.
After that, I had closed out of our messages and hadnât looked back. Partly because I couldnât bear the pain of it. It felt like I had given up on him. I hadnâtâif I had thought for a second that he was alive, if I knew then what I know now, I would have never sent that message. But holding out hope for somebody who I thought was a ghost at the time? That was slowly killing me.
Itâs only then that I notice the screen flickering. Much like the way it used to whenever Jake would hack into my phone. I donât think heâs much in the mood to be hacking right now, but somehow, I know itâs him. When had he done this? Recently? If I had opened our messages, would I have seen this tenâtwentyâeven fifty days ago? It hadnât looked like this the last time I texted him. Did he see my last message about needing to move on? Was that why he hadnât reached out to tell me that he was okay? Because he thought I was moving on happily without him?
No, my brain supplies. He wouldnât. He would reach out anyway, because he knows how much the thought of him not being okay would have destroyed you.
The screen flickers once more and then a message pops up, bright and blue-tinted and clear as day on my phone.
[MC]
I WILL FIND YOU
And the world around me shifts.
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Maybe it sounds crazy, considering Iâve never seen his face before, but I always thought that if Iâd ran into Jake one day, maybe on the street or at one of those motels he stayed at or maybe even in Duskwood, surrounded by all our friends, I would know it was him. I would, because itâs him, and itâs me, and weâre the only two people who understand each other quite the way we do.
I still believe that.
I believe it when I book my flight to Duskwood (or rather, twenty miles outside of town, which is the closest airport). I believe it when I board the airplane and find a seat next to a mother with her screaming child and when I shoot off a quick text to Eric to let him know Iâll be MIA for the next few hours, but to message me if he needs anythingâand I think about how much easier this case would probably be to solve if we had Jake.
Maybe it would have been harder to find Hannah without me, but I know damn well they wouldâve never found her without Jake.
Dan picks me up from the airport. I havenât told the others yet. Something about it felt offâlike I shouldnât message them and say hey, I know we havenât spoken in a while, but Iâm booking a flight to look into why my maybe-slash-not-really boyfriend left his belongings in a forest we really wish we could forget about, and by the way, can I crash at your place?
Itâs quiet on the car ride back into town. Iâm looking through my messages from Eric and the group from Redlog Pines and thinking about how Iâm Duskwood with this group and I want so badly to laugh because itâs ironic, but Dan wouldnât understand. He might just call me crazy. Better yet, he would ask how I manage to get myself into these situations, and really, I donât have an answer for him.
âHow have you been?â I ask, just to break the tension, as Charlie, in my messages, tries to persuade his friends to head back into that creepy cave in the middle of the forest. Heâs going to get someone killed, I think.
Dan looks over at me. âAre you still with Hackerman?â
My chest squeezes. âHis name is Jake, Dan. And we were never really together.â
âHm.â He nods like he doesnât quite believe me. âYou already know mostly everything thatâs been happening here. Thomas and Hannah called it quits. They say it was some mutual decision, but itâs hard to find them in the same room together. Jessy hasnât been out with us since. I think we remind her too much of Richy. The groupâs all changed.â
âAnd you?â I ask.
He gives me a cheshire-like grin that doesnât quite meet his eyes. âIâm always the same.â
We make it to Duskwood just as the sunâs going down. Much too late for me to try and trek through the forest and retrace the steps Jake might have taken that night. Not that I think it would help give me any clues as to where he might have gone, but mostly because I wonder if it will make me feel closer to him. Weâve never been in the same place before, and even if heâs not there nowâhe once was.
âCan you drop me at the police station?â
Dan blinks. âThe police station.â
I nod. âYeah.â
âWe answered their questions for weeks, [MC]. I donât think anything you have to tell them at this point is going to help. The investigationâs closed. Everybody knows Richy did it. He died with the fire in the mine. Everybodyâs trying to move on from that.â He works his jaw. âDid you come here to open old wounds after all this time?â
I try not to show the hurt look on my face. âThis isnât about Richy. Look, Alan called me. He asked if I could look at some things. I figured it was better for me to do it in person. Thatâs it. Nothing to do with Richy. Nothing to do with Jessy. Nothing to do with you.â
He sighs, and Iâm not entirely sure heâs going to abide by my wishes until we pull in front of a tiny buildingâtinier than mostâthat says Duskwood Police on the sign. Duskwood must not have that much crime. Well, not until this, I suppose.
âThank you.â I tell him as I reach over to undo my seatbelt and climb out of the car. âThis is a nice ride, by the way.â
He raises a hand in some mock-salute. âNeed me to pick you up?â
âNah.â I shake my head. âThink Iâll explore the town for a little bit.â
âSuit yourself.â He shrugs and then heâs off.
I square my shoulders and take a deep breath before opening the door to the police station. It wasnât like Alan asked me to come down here. He hadnât. Even during the investigation into Richyâs death and Hannahâs kidnapping, when he questioned us, he never asked me to come to Duskwood. Weâd done way too many video calls and phone calls and at one point, I had asked if he thought it would be easier for me to come to Duskwood, to which he responded back, are you ready for that?
No, I hadnât been. Iâm not even so sure I was now. But knowing that Jake was alive, that here was the last place was, I had to try.
âCan I help you?â The woman at the front desk asks.
I clear my throat. âI was wondering if I could speak to Alan Bloomgate. Iâm one ofâI was involved in the Hannah Donfort case. My name is [MC].â
Her eyes widen. âGive me a moment.â She stands and heads to some back officeâwhich looks to me more like a closetâand then returns with a clipped smile. âHeâll be right out.â
Apparently, she isnât lying, because not two minutes later, Alan is stepping out from the same door and staring me down. I hold his gaze and hope it says that Iâm not here to argue. I will tell him my truth, but only my truth, not Hannahâs, not Jakeâs, not anybody elseâs.
âI was wondering when I would see you.â He says.
I shrug one shoulder. âIsnât a few months later better than never?â
âLetâs go into my office.â He says, and leads me around the desk and back into the closet space he had come out of. He sits behind the desk and motions for me to take a seat opposite him. âIâm just going to guess youâre not here to talk about Miss Donfort.â
âI want to see them.â I tell him. âHis things. I want to see them for myself. And whatever you want from me in return, Iâll give to you.â
âYouâre playing a dangerous game here, [MC].â
âHe isnât a game to me.â I snap back and then sit back and try to relax. âI appreciate that you called me. ItâsâI helped you find Hannah. I would do it again. Even with knowing the things that we do now, I would do it all again. Thatâs how much that group means to me. Thatâs how much he means to me. Iâm not asking you to break any rules or to lie for him or toâto let him hide in your basement for the next five years. Iâm just asking you to show me what you found.â
He stares me down for a moment. Then, he sighs, says âwait here for a minuteâ and disappears to another room. When he comes back, itâs with an evidence bag in his hand filled with the objects I saw on his bodycam footage. My breath hitches in my throat.
âI canât let you touch them.â He says as he lays them in front of me.
I stare into the eyes of the mask. âDid you tell anybody that heâs alive?â
âI donât know that heâs alive,â is all the answer he gives, which is an answer to my question. I slide my gaze down to the black hoodie, to the dirtied sleeves and muddy hood, and think about the fact that Jake wore this. Iâm so close to him.
And yet Iâve never been further away from him.
âThank you.â I tell him. âForâfor this. And for listening to me about Hannah. If you hadnât, IâI donât know what would have happened. How much longer he would have gone on for. If he would have ever stopped.â
Alanâs silent for a minute. Then, he clears his throat. âYou know, it was strange to me. Both Hannah and yourself swore to me that neither of you knew the other.â
âI donât.â I swear.
It was one of the (albeit many) things that didnât make sense to me. How Hannah got a hold of my number. How she sent it to Thomas. Sheâd told Alan she hadnât really remembered texting him my number at all.
âI believe you.â He reassures. âI just think itâs strange. One mistake, if you can call it that, and you throw yourself into a missing persons case to help a stranger.â
âTheyâre not strangers.â Even though Hannah is kind of still a stranger.
âBut they were.â Alan reasons. âYou had no reason to say yes to helping Thomas. I doubt anybody would have held it against you if you turned the other way. But you decided to follow this until the end. To make sure they found Hannah. And you care about them. Maybe thatâs why I find that Iâm more lenient with you than maybe I should be. Why youâre sitting across from me right now calling the shots. Why Iâm not asking you about the hacker.â
âI wouldnât tell you if you did.â I look him in the eye so he knows Iâm telling the truth.
He returns my gaze. âMaybe thatâs the other reason.â
âHm.â I acknowledge before I turn my gaze awayâfrom him, from the objects that I know belong to Jake and it takes everything in me not to snatch them up and run. âWell. Thank you for allowing me to steal some of your time. For letting meââ I cut myself off before I say something that makes me break down in a fit of tears in front of him. ââjust thank you.â
Leaving the station is easier than coming in. Iâm still not any closer to knowing where Jake is than I was when I arrived here, but thereâs a comfort in knowing he walked these streets. I wonder what he would think if he knew I was here. He hadnât wanted me to come to Duskwood when everything was happeningâŠbut now that it was over, would he be happy that I was here? That I had come to Duskwood to piece together where he might have gone? Would he track my location and come to find me andâŠor was I grasping at straws?
It felt like I had just gotten him back. Not really, not entirelyâŠbut knowing that he was alive, that he was out there somewhere, maybe thinking of me and looking for ways to come back, to live the life we talked about when he asked me if I was sureâŠthat was worth it. The thought that we could maybe someday have thatâeven if it was a twenty percent chance.
I check my phone again to see a new message from Ash. Sheâs asking me if Iâve heard from Charlie in the last few hours. Apparently, heâs AWOL, and I want to help, really, butâŠit doesnât really feel like thatâs where I am at the moment. Not just physicallyâobviouslyâbut mentally. We got lucky with Hannah. And that was really only because we had Jake. Adam didnât have a Jake. OrâŠmaybe he did and I just hadnât met him yet. But I already had a Jake and I didnât want another one.
Maybeâif I found him, I could convince him to help. That was a big maybe. Not because I thought Jake would say no. He would say yes to anything I asked of him. The maybe was whether or not I could find him. More likely, the maybe was whether or not he would find me.
Three months ago, I would have been able to come to Duskwood and have no shortage of things I wanted to do and people I wanted to see. Now, as I stand outside Duskwoodâs police station, I feel nothing but loneliness. Nobody knows Iâm here. I could pass Thomas on the street and he wouldnât even know it. I could run into Jessy at the library and she would walk by me without even a second thought. Why would they? I hadnât told them I was here.
So, with nothing left to do, I walked. Toward the town center. Toward the library that Jessy showed me on our walk through Duskwood. Toward the Rainbow CafĂ© where I knew that Cleo and Hannah had spent a lot of their time. Toward the Black Swan. Towardâ
Ah, what the hell.
I had nothing better to do and The Aurora seemed like a great place to drown my sorrows. To think about my next steps. To figure outânow that I was in Duskwoodâwhat I planned to do. The thing about Jake being so secretive (and on the run) was that I couldnât retrace his steps. I wasnât able to ask if anyone had seen him. One, because he would make sure nobody had. And two, because three months was a long time to forget somebodyâs face if you didnât know who you were looking for.
I pull open the door to the bar and step inside. Immediately, Iâm hit with the stench of whiskey and a handful of chatter. Duskwoodâs a small town. And The Aurora definitely proves it. The bartenders move melodically around each other, serving patrons on the other side of the bar. If you walk down further, thereâs a handful of tables.
And dead in the center is a table with my friends. Or, some of them. Dan and Cleo and Lilly. Could I still call them my friends? Ex-friends, maybe? Acquaintances? I didnât know what they were. Or how to address them. It wasnât like we had gotten into a fight. We didnât stop talking for any reason other than that we did. We stopped talking.
I make a beeline for the bar to avoid a confrontation and plant myself on one of the stools. One of the bartendersâa girl cute with bleach blonde hair and brown Bambi eyesâasks what I want and I channel my inner Dan to order a whiskeyâneat.
Looking over my shoulder, I focus on the table of them. On Lilly, whoâs smiling at something Cleo said. On Dan, whoâs the only one of them who actually knows Iâm here. But even heâs focused on the conversation theyâre having. Itâs strangeâto see Dan a part of something Iâm not sure he would have been before. Itâs nice.
â[MC]?â
I turn my head away from the table of my friends and focus my attention across the bar on someone I shouldâve expected to see. âPhil.â
âI thought I recognized your voice from when we talked.â He smiles. âI wasnât sure, but I saw you staring longingly at themââ He nods towards Dan and Cleo and Lilly. ââand I knew. What brings you around here? I expected you to show up maybe a few months ago, but by now, I thought youâd moved on without us.â
I was tired of the words move on. Like Iâd had a choice. Like the people from this town might open their arms and welcome me back into their lives. So Iâd been part of the group whoâd saved Hannah Donfort. So had a lot of people. It didnât make me special and everyone here knew it.
I offer him a smile in return. âIâm looking for somebody.â
âAnybody I know?â He asks.
I shake my head. âNah. At least nobody you would recognize.â I pause. âHowâs Jessy?â
âSheâsâJessy.â He answers, like that is an answer. âI donât know if sheâll ever really be okay with the way things happened with Richy. I wouldnât expect her to. Obviously. But I donât know. I think I just thought she would have gone back to her normal life by now. And then I remember that most of her life revolved around him. He was her best friend. She worked for him. And Iâm trying to be patient about that. Butââ He shakes his head. âMaybe you should talk to her.â
âShe doesnât know Iâm in town.â
âOkay.â He hums. âSo, youâre not in town for my sister. And youâre not in town for your group of friends because theyâre over there and you look like youâd rather be anywhere else. Thereâs always Hannah, but I donât think you knew her that well. Or at all. Would I be right to assume this is about a certain hacker who helped to find Hannah?â
âHe didnât help find Hannah.â I defend. âHe was the entire reason we found Hannah. I would have never been able to do it on my own. Even with the othersâ help. Heâs the only reason we found out aboutââ I pause before I say something I maybe shouldnât. âIt doesnât matter. Heâs the only reason we found her. Everything I did was just dumb luck.â
âThat wasnât what the news said.â A voice cuts in and I turn my attention from Phil to focus on the stranger that slides into the seat beside me. Not too closeâa couple inches away. I donât recognize him. I donât know him. But I donât know every person in Duskwood. Maybe a total of like nine or ten. âIâm sorry to interrupt. But I heard you had a lot to do with finding Hannah Donfort. The news said you were some kind of hero.â
I offer him a tight smile. âThatâs nice of them. ButâŠif they knew myâfriendâknew what he did to find her, I donât think I would be as much of a hero as everybody says.â
âThatâs noble.â He says, eyes meeting mine, and it strikes me at once how handsome he is. He has dark hair. Bright green eyes. Focus, [MC]. I scold. You have aâŠa someone.
My phone buzzes.
ERIC SENT A PHOTO.
ERIC: What do you make of this?
I sigh and click on the photo. Itâs ofâsome object. Much like the one that was addressed to me on the envelope in Adamâs glove compartment. The image is a bit differentâbut I donât know enough about what it means to have an answer as to why.
ME: Was this one addressed to me?
ERIC: Nope. Ash.
âAre you okay?â Phil asks.
I clear my throat. âIâm a popular personâapparently.â A thought strikes. âHave you ever heard of a place called Redlog Pines?â
Phil frowns. âNo.â
I turn to look at the stranger. âYou?â
âRedlog Pines is a small town about two hundred miles north of Duskwood.â He answers. âKnown for their wooded forests, much like Duskwood.â
âWhy are you looking into a place with forests as creepy as ours?â Phil asks, incredulously. âDidnât you get enough of that with Hannahâs case?â
âYeah.â I sigh. âYou would think.â
âHey, [MC]!â
I wince at the sound of Danâs voice. Shooting Phil a look that screams please help me to which he shakes his head amusedly, I turn and plaster on a fake smile as I take in the shocked looks on Cleo and Lillyâs faces. I should have known better than to come to The Aurora and talk to Phil when the three of them were having a conversation across the room. I should have known they would sooner or later see me. I just hoped it was later.
âHey.â I hop off my stool and make my way across the bar to them. âItâs, uh, fancy seeing the three of you here.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Cleo asks.
âI havenât really figured that out.â My eyes meet Lillyâs. âIt sounds crazy to say it out loud. But I was hoping thatâIâm not sure if Lilly told youââ
âThat Jakeâs alive.â Cleo nods. âNone of us ever really thought he wasnât.â
I donât think she means it as a digâbut it still feels like one. Like sheâs saying you gave up on him you gave up on him you gave up on him even though sheâs not and she didnât really know him and the only person I can talk to at this table who even might understand is Lilly and evenâJake didnât confide in her the way he did me.
âRight.â I acknowledge. âSo I thought that maybe if I came here, I could trace his steps from when he was here andâI havenât really thought that far ahead. Itâs not like I thought he left me any clues in the forest or anything like that. I donât think he expected me to be here. He hadnât wanted me to be the last time we talked. But that was before everything happened.â
Lillyâs eyes track behind me. âDoes Jake still have Nymos on your phone?â
âUh.â I furrow my brows. âI think so. I hadnât heard from him in a while, but I went back and read through our messages after I talked to Alan andâŠmy phone glitched, like it used to when Jake had hacked it. And then this message appeared on my screen.â
âAnd by chance, can Nymos track your location?â
âWhatââ I shake my head. âMaybe. I donât think I ever really asked him. It didnât seem necessary at the time.â
âUh huh.â She focuses on me once more. âLetâs say, for one minute, that Jake has access to Nymos who has access to your location.â
Cleo must catch onto something Iâm not sure of. âJake didnât want you here.â
âUh, thank you?â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean.â She waves me off. âHe didnât want you in Duskwood. He had been adamant about that when we were talking about the mine. Thatâs why he went. If you showed up in Duskwoodââ
âNymos would have alerted him.â Dan finishes.
âOkayâŠâ Iâm not entirely sure Iâm on the same page as them. âSoâyou think that Jake found out when I came to Duskwood.â
âCorrect.â Lilly beams like she just solved lifeâs greatest mystery.
âAnd you think he wouldâcome find me?â
She smiles sympathetically at meâlike Iâm the worldâs biggest idiot for not realizing what she has been trying to say sooner. âI think he already has.â
âYou think Jakeâs in Duskwood.â I deadpan.
â[MC].â Cleo grabs my shoulders and turns me around. âWe think heâs in this bar.â
Stranger, as I had nicknamed himâAKA the guy sitting beside me at the bar, with Phil and Redlog Pines (which he probably only knew about because of me) and the whole Hannah being kidnapped and not taking any of the credit thingâwas looking back at me. So was Phil. Like they thought I was the crazy one. Like it wouldâve been so hard for him to look and me and say itâs me or anything that might have clued me into the fact thatâ
âJake?â I whisper, because Iâve lost quite a bit of sleep over the past couple of months and Iâm not one hundred percent sure whatâor whoâIâm seeing is real. âAre you here?â
He tilts his head and smiles at me. Actually smiles. A bit shyly, like itâs something heâs not used to doing, but maybe like itâs something he could get used to. And I think about how terrible I probably look right now because Iâm not wearing makeup and my hair is tousled from constantly pulling at it and my clothes are wrinkled from the plane and the police station and I look like a mess. But our relationship has never been about looks. Clearly. I didnât even know the person Iâd been talking to until Lilly and Cleo and even Dan pointed out the obvious.
âIf Iââ I close my eyes and open them again. Nope. Still there. âI need you to still be there by the time I reach you because itâs been aââ I sniffle. ââitâs been a rough few months and I donât think I could handle you disappearing again.â
He stands from the stool he was sitting on and shuffles his feet. Like heâs not quite sure where heâs supposed to stand. If he thinks about moving, Iâll tackle him onto the floor of The Aurora and then apologize to Phil later. It feels like everything I wanted is right here in front of me. And Iâm scared to death that itâs not real.
âWhatâs one thing you would take with you if you were stranded on an island?â
His smile stretches. âMy computer.â
And thatâthatâs what breaks me. I think I might start blubbering like an idiot but I donât remember the time it takes for me to cross the measly twenty feet between us. All I remember is grabbing his black hoodieâbecause of courseâand dragging him to me. I donât kiss him, despite how much I want to, because I donât want our first kiss to be tainted with my snot and tears. Instead, I bury my face in his collarbone and wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.
Because I can. Because he isnât dead.
âYâYouâre here.â I pull back and cup his face with my hands. âHow are you here?â
âYou came to Duskwood.â He responds, and thenâhesitantlyâhe presses his lips to my forehead in a kiss. âAlan called you.â
âHe found your things in the forest.â I whisper back. âHe said theyâd been there a while. The police hadnât searched the forest because they assume you died in the mine.â
âThey arenât looking for me here.â He confirms. âI didnât expect it to take so long for them to find my belongings, but I anticipated that you would find out. At the time, it wasnât safe for me to reach out and contact you. They kept on my trail for a while before they assumed I died in the mine with Richy.â
âWhy didnât you contact me then?â I ask. âIs it because of what I last messaged you? I didnât mean itâI swear, I thought you were dead. If I had known you were alive, I would have waited, however long it took. I wasnât trying to give up on you.â
âHey.â He places both hands on either side of my face. âI know. I know that, [MC]. That was never why I didnât reach out to you. I know you said you wanted this life with me. But I didnât want that for you. But I was selfish. I couldnât let you go. So I was trying to find a way to make both of those things true. But I was always coming back to you.â
âAnd did you?â
âCome back to you?â He asks.
I sniffle. âFind a way to make both of those things true.â
âNot entirely.â He admits. âNymos alerted me you had boarded a plane headed in the direction of Duskwood and Iââ He shook his head. âI knew I would find you here.â
âYou could have found me sooner.â
He lets go of my face and he feels like he takes my skin with him. âIt wasnât that easy.â
âIt could have been.â I demand.
Iâm angry again. Now that I know heâs alive and okay and that he could have found me, Iâm angry that he didnât. I told him I would choose that life with him. Over and over and over. He didnât need to make the decision for me. He didnât need to try and protect me. And yes, maybe the fact that he did makes my heart flutter a tiny little bit, but thatâs besides the point.
âI told you before you left me.â I tell him and Iâm aware it sounds like weâve been in a relationship for five years and Iâm aware that everybody in here is watching and listening in on our conversation and they probably all know weâre who we are, two people involved in helping to find the kidnapped Hannah Donfort, and maybe thatâs all weâll ever be in this town. But I would rather be the girl who found Hannah Donfort in Duskwood with him than be me anywhere else. âYou told me you would let me go with you.â
âThat was before I told you I loved you.â
My heart skips a beat. It screams I love you I love you I love you back, but I sayâ âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
He looks somewhat amused. Like he knows I would never hold it against him. Itâs clear to both of us that I wouldnât because even though Iâm glaring up at him with my furrowed eyebrows and my lips pouted, Iâm still pressed tightly against him. His handsâeven though theyâve moved from my faceâare now resting on my hips. Pulling my tighter to him. Thereâs no space in between us. If it was up to me, Iâm pretty sure there never would be again.
â[MC].â He says, and oh god I wish he would say my name every day for the rest of his life. âHave Iâin the short time we have known each otherâever struck you as the type of person who says I love you? But with youâŠâ His words are a whisper against my lips. âItâs easy to fall back into old emotions with you.â
âI want to be angry with you.â I tell him.
He shakes his head. âNo, you donât.â
âNo, I donât.â I agree. âBut I might be if you donât kiss me.â
He brought one finger underneath my chin and tilted it up until our lips were separated by a fraction of an inch. My eyelids fluttered. I didnât care that everyone in here was about to see just how much Jake meant to be. I didnât care because I had waited too long for this. And thenâjust as Iâm leaning toward him to press our lips together, he whispersâ â[MC]?â
âHm.â I acknowledge.
âWhoâs Eric?â
My eyelids crack open and I shove at his chest. âThatâs what youâre worried about right now? Here I am, in front of you, covered in snot and tears and who-knows-what-else because youâre here right now, and youâre worried about some guy I donât even know?â
âWhoâs Eric?â He repeats.
âUgh.â I run my hands through my hair and take a step back. âI donât know. Heâs the other side of Thomas or whatever you want to call him. If we lived in a different town.â I glare back at him and try not to admit that I think his jealous side is a little cute. âHe messaged me. Thought I picked up his friend from some parking lot and I didnât, but his friend sent him my number, and it was Hannah all over again. Iâm trying to help them.â
âThis Adam has been sending you a lot of videos.â
âYou know I hate when you hack my phone.â I complain, even though I really donât. Even though I had prayed for him to help me with this case. âI really donât know Adam. Likeâeven less than I know Eric.
âBut you know Eric.â
âFor like a week.â I reassure. âHe added me to this group chat with him and like three other friends of his. Theyâre desperate to find Adam who has apparently dropped off the face of the earth and I donât know what to do. I had you with Hannahâs case. And you knew her. And theyââ I look over my shoulder at Cleo and Dan and Lilly, who are pretending like theyâre not listening in even though I know and Jake knows they are. ââthey knew her. And obviously Adamâs friends must know him but I donât and you donât and there is no Jake in Redlog Pines.â
âI donât trust him.â He shakes his head. âAny of them.â
I laugh. âJake, you didnât trust half the people in this bar when we first started talking.â I look over at Phil and then Dan. âIt doesnât mean they committed a crime. If I had backed off when you asked me to help you find Hannah, we may never have.â
âI thought that was all thanks to me.â He sounds smug, like that little smiley face he loved to annoy me with (AKA make me fall in love with him). âDid he flirt with you?â
âNo.â I deadpan. âI think he was focused on his missing friend.â
âI was focused on my missing sister.â He shoots back.
I close my mouth. Alright. He has a point. But I wasnât flirting with Eric. He was focused on finding Adam and I was focused on mourningâand then findingâJake. Maybe it felt like Eric and I were two sides of the same coin. Maybe thatâs why I agreed to help him. Because I didnât want to happen to him what I thought had happened to Jakeâto me.
âYouâre being ridiculous.â I say instead. âHow do you think I could ever entertain the idea of being with somebody else when for the past three monthsâmore than that if you count the time we have actually had togetherâIâve been focused on you? On discussing Hannah with you and then talking to you about anything and everything and then worrying about you and then hating you a little for convincing me you should me the one to go into the mine and then mourning you when it was hard to even think about you and then finding you?â
His eyes are wide. I think Iâve rendered him speechless. Whichâserves him right. I know heâs not somebody who serves their feelings up on a silver platter. I know that. Obviously, I knew that from the first time I spoke to him. Back when he was nothing more than ??? and I was almost convinced that Dan was right and he was the Man Without A Faceâa thought that I now hate with everything in me. But I need him to trust me. Jealousy streak and FBI and the missing persons cases aside, he needs to trust me.
âTrust me.â I cup the sides of his face again. âHeâs nothing like you.â
He swallows. âSome people might consider that to be a perk.â
âI donât.â I say.
And then Iâm kissing him and it feels like coming home.
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Type of Date - Part 2
Summary: What sort of dates do they take you on?
Characters: Shanks, Beckman, Crocodile, Corazon, Doflamingo, Mihawk, and Smoker
Genre: Fluff
CW: None // SFW
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Shanks: A carnival or fair for sure. Heâll bet you a kiss you canât get a higher score than him throwing darts at the balloon board and then proceed to âaccidentallyâ stumble into you when itâs your turn so you have no choice but to kiss him (also the sort to beg you for a kiss on the cheek and then turn his face so you kiss his lips). Heâll buy you cotton candy, funnel cakes, and all sorts of unhealthy confections, insisting he doesnât want any only to steal big bites of yours. And when he loses at the ring toss, heâll just steal a stuffed animal prize anyway claiming itâs an ethical crime because those games are rigged. You'll probably end up sitting at a bar for quite a while after having a few too many drinks.
Beckman: I know he doesnât canonically own a motorcycle but I just really can see him having one and taking you out for a long, evening ride as a date (maybe a canonical equivalent would be him taking you out on the water, but weâre sticking with the motorcycle for now). You maybe end up on a cliffside sitting together on a picnic blanket, sharing a snack and something to drink. He might read to you, or you might just sit in comfortable silence with your head on his shoulder or his in your lap. Might also take you to a bookstore or small coffee shop he's been going to for ages. And wherever you go with Beckman, the two of you always end up watching the sunset together.Â
Crocodile: Dinner and a show. The dinner will be textbook fine dining, with multiple courses and drinks; he orders for you at the restaurant. And the show will be something a little racy, like cabaret. Heâs an asshole about it, too, accepting transponder snail calls in the middle of dinner, his mind on work most of the time. And in the middle of the show, just as it gets to the good part, heâll step outside to smoke a cigar. If itâs a date heâs a little more present on, he might take you to a casino and teach you how to gamble (i.e., how to cheat at cards).Â
Doflamingo: Heâll take you shopping first so he can have complete control over what you wear, and heâll buy you multiple outfits, including shoes and jewelry, to commit you to multiple dates before the first is over. He takes you to dinner afterward and rents out the entire restaurant so itâs just the two of you; he refuses to share you. He might also book a spa day for you both (this man knows how to indulge in the finer things).
Corazon: Cora is all about those classic, romantic dates (especially ones where he doesnât have to talk if heâs nonverbal in your relationship). He enjoys taking you to small cinemas that screen old films, especially old horror films that are pretty funny due to bad special effects, or else rent out a theatre or take you to the drive-in so you two can have some more privacy; youâll stay long after the movie is finished and stargaze between kisses.Â
Mihawk: Heâll take you on a private tour of a winery. Youâll sample expensive wines together and debate various flavors and aging processes (heâll definitely judge you by your taste in wine). When youâre not in a heated debate, youâll share light conversation, and after the sun sets, youâll walk the fields together. Heâll steal a few kisses off you, too, and kiss your hand at the end of the night. Â
Smoker: He might take you for a late night dinner (super private, super low-key, donât think for a second heâll be putting on a real shirt), or he might take you shooting so he can teach you a thing or two. Heâll most definitely stand behind you with his arms around you to correct your stance, and heâll squeeze your shoulder when he tells you that you did a good job.Â
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