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cutehoons02 · 1 day ago

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My posessive kitten!

Jake pt

*pairing: pervy kitten hybrid Jungwon x vet Girl

*trope: roomates to lovers/oppositive attraction

*synopsis: You were in the shit, Your best friend had decided to move in with his boyfriend and you were looking for a roommate to even the apartment and every person you met to share the expenses didn’t convince you, until Jake your best friend’s boyfriend told you that Jungwon one of his hybrid friends was looking for a house and so you found yourself sharing the space with a kitten who looked so cute that he was crazy

*tags: Jungwon is a black cat hybrid, lots of tension, Jungwon behaves with superiority and loves to tease the protagonist always throwing arrows, the protagonist studies veterinary for hybrid and finds himself studying the world of hybrid, territoriality, fake innocent girl, neddy Jungwon, needy girl, kisses, pacifiers, masturbation, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) normal-doggy sex, knot filling, pet names (good girl,baby) (wonnie)

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(English is not my native language)

For decades now, hybrids had been living alongside humans. Once considered "special" beings, half-human and half-animal, a nature experiment that hadn't yet found its place in the world, they had fought for years to gain recognition of their rights and true integration into society. Now, hybrids could study, work, rent homes, and live freely, without necessarily having to belong to a human family that would adopt them.

However, there were still strict rules: until the age of twenty, they could live in Hybrid Centers, facilities created to provide education and prepare them for independent living. But after that age, they either had to be adopted by a family willing to take care of them, or find a job and an apartment like any other citizen.

Jungwon had reached that point, staring at the form they had just given him, his black ears slightly lowered, his tail flicking irritably behind him. “You just need to find a place, Jungwon,” said the operator from the Center, a man in his fifties with glasses perched on his nose. “It’s not that bad.” Not that bad for you, he thought, biting the inside of his cheek. You're not the one who has to change your whole life overnight. Not that he hadn’t known this moment would come. He knew very well. But a part of him had hoped to delay it a bit longer. He liked life at the Center. Sure, there were rules, but at least he had a safe roof over his head, guaranteed food, friends to spend time with... and he didn’t have to worry too much about the future. Now, though, he had to find a place. And fast. When he left the office, still holding the form in his hands, he found Jake waiting for him. The friend sized him up and tilted his head, his golden ears twitching with the movement. “Funeral face,” he commented with a little laugh. “Did they finally kick you out?” Jungwon shot him a glare. “Very funny.” Jake started walking beside him, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie. Unlike him, Jake was the classic sunny hybrid, always smiling, always ready to help others. Very golden retriever. “I told you to find someone to adopt you, you know?” the friend continued with a sly grin. Jungwon flicked his black ears in annoyance. “And become some boring human’s pet? No, thanks.” He had never been the type to be kept on a leash – figuratively speaking, of course. He wanted his freedom, he wanted to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He didn’t like the idea of someone making decisions for him. Jake laughed, as if he had already predicted that response. Then he suddenly stopped and turned to him. “Speaking of homes... I know you're looking for one.” Jungwon stiffened. “It’s not that I’m looking for one… they’re forcing me to find one.” “Same difference. Anyway, I’ve got an idea for you.” Jungwon narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “What kind of idea?” “My girlfriend has a friend who’s looking for a roommate,” Jake explained, shrugging his shoulders. “And the price is great. Oh, by the way... she’s a vet for hybrids.” Jungwon froze. His ears immediately flattened, and his tail stiffened. “NO.” Jake sighed. “Don’t be dramatic, she’s not the devil.” “Hybrid vets are worse than regular humans,” Jungwon muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “They treat you like an experiment to study. They stick needles everywhere and talk to you like you're a helpless puppy.” “She’s not like that,” Jake assured him. “Really. And think about it: living with a vet could actually be a benefit for you. She already knows how to deal with hybrids, won’t ask stupid questions, and won’t bother you.” Jungwon made a sound of disapproval. The idea of living with a vet made him uneasy… but, on the other hand, he didn’t have many alternatives. “… I want to see the apartment first. And I want to smell it, and her,” he finally conceded, reluctantly. Jake smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “I knew you'd come around to my idea.” Jungwon sighed, but deep down he was already curious. Maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad after all. At least, he hoped so.

You were desperate; it wasn’t an exaggeration, it was a fact. After two years of perfect cohabitation, your roommate and best friend had announced, with heart-shaped eyes and a smile that reeked of goodbye, that she was finally going to take the big step: move in with her boyfriend.

His boyfriend, Jake. Jake, the golden retriever hybrid who was the most cheerful and handsome one you’d ever known, the one you had studied carefully to make sure he was perfect for your friend. And you’d done a great job because those two looked like they had stepped out of a fairy tale. Great for them, but a disaster for you. Because now, you found yourself alone, with a too-large and too-expensive apartment to live in by yourself.

You had posted ads everywhere, set up appointments, and met possible candidates. But none of them convinced you.

The first one was a nice human guy, but he had the vibe of someone who forgot the bills and lived off pizza and takeout left lying around for days. No, thanks.

The second was a sweet girl, but she spoke to her hamster like it was her child and insisted you greet it every time you came home. Also, no.

The third… let’s not even talk about it. He was a fox hybrid who tried to hit on you with a terrible pick-up line five minutes after crossing the threshold. Eliminated.

In short, you were back at square one.

You were a social and friendly person with everyone, but also extremely perfectionistic. Probably a side effect of your training as a hybrid vet. Your studies honed your critical eye, your need for precision, and organization. You didn’t just want any roommate; you wanted someone polite, clean, respectful, and… well, bearable.

That’s when your best friend, perhaps feeling guilty for “abandoning” you, suggested a name.

'Jungwon.'

“Who?”

'A friend of Jake’s hybrid cat,' she answered with an encouraging smile. 'He’s looking for a place, and I think he might be perfect for you.' You weren’t convinced, but at that point, you were so desperate that you agreed to at least meet him.

The next day, you opened the door with a slight smile, letting your best friend, Jake, and… the black ball of fur that stared at you with piercing, bright green eyes, thin and probing.

It was unsettling. Not just because he didn’t take his eyes off you, as if trying to read you, but because in his gaze, there was something too self-assured, a hint of malice that sent chills down your spine.

Jake, holding Jungwon in his arms like he was a domestic kitten (though clearly, he wasn’t), spoke to him in a sweet, almost reassuring tone before setting him down.

'Come on, behave.” Jungwon landed gracefully on the floor, stretching slightly with a fluid motion, his long black tail lazily swaying behind him. He didn’t greet you. He just walked slowly through your apartment with an analytical, almost… predatory air.

You watched him closely as you showed him around. He was handsome, and that irritated you, but you never crossed the line of getting too close as you showed him the bathroom, the kitchen, his new room, and the living room. But when you opened the door to your bedroom, he paused longer. Too long. He gave a soft huff, as if absorbing the air in the room, and then, without hesitation, jumped onto your bed.

He mewed softly, rubbing against the sheets with a look of pure satisfaction as if he had found the perfect spot to stay.

“Ehm…” You looked at Jake, searching for answers, but he looked visibly embarrassed.

'Jungwon…' he scolded, running a hand through his hair. 'Come on, don’t do this.'

But Jungwon didn’t stop. He buried his face in the pillow, his ears twitching with excitement as his body slid across the blankets, leaving his scent behind, marking the space as if it were already his.

His mind was going to a dangerous place.

God, what a scent… It was sweet, and enveloping, with notes of lavender and honey. But underneath, there was something else. Something of yours, something that was driving him crazy.

Burying himself under the blankets in here…Jungwon bit his lower lip as a shiver ran down his spine. Hybrids didn’t have perfect self-control when it came to the scents that attracted them, and yours was… damn good.

He imagined waking up here every morning, burying his face in your hair while you slept, your warmth pressed against his body…He felt his tail twitch behind him.

I wonder how she would react if I brushed up against her like this… if my tail caressed her bare skin while she slept if my breath brushed against her ear before she even woke up…

He bit his cheek to suppress the low growl rising in his throat.

He was a well-behaved kitten, yes. He wouldn’t do anything inappropriate. But thinking about it? He couldn’t exactly stop himself. He barely lifted his gaze to you, his sharp eyes narrowing even further as he studied you.

Roommate, huh? Maybe, or maybe something more interesting.

When Jungwon returned to the kitchen, you expected him to just settle down and perhaps give you a clear answer about the house. But no, he purred—not at you, of course. Oh no, that would have been too easy.

Instead, he moved toward Jake and rubbed slowly against his legs, his long tail moving lazily behind him as his little face vibrated with satisfaction and he mewed something. A deep, slow, almost sensual sound.

You stared at him, unsure. Was that necessary?

“So?” you asked, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine. “Did you like the apartment?” Then, with a more cautious tone: “Did you like… the scent?” you asked the cat as he stared at you.

Jake scratched the back of his neck, laughing softly. 'I think he liked you.'

You stiffened slightly, trying not to let it show. He was just a hybrid, a territorial cat, nothing more. It didn’t mean anything. You didn’t answer, simply watching Jungwon as he and Jake moved into the guest room to talk.

'Oh my God, you're as stiff as a board!' exclaimed your best friend, sitting next to you with a mischievous smile.

You shot her an irritated glance. "What are you talking about?" She nudged you. 'You saw how hot he is, right?'

You huffed. "No, I didn't."

'What do you mean, no? Even as a hybrid, it's obvious he's a looker.'

You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes. "I don't care. I just want a normal roommate, to finish my studies, and not have unnecessary distractions."

She gave you a satisfied little smirk. 'Sure, sure... let's see if you'll say the same thing soon.' You were about to ask her what she meant, but then you heard footsteps.

First, Jake's—steady and relaxed. Then, slower, almost calculated steps followed behind him.

You turned around and— Oh. The guy leaving the room wasn’t a hybrid in animal form anymore. He was a man.

Blonde, slightly wavy dyed hair framed a face that looked sculpted with unnerving precision. Sharp, deep brown eyes that perfectly contrasted with his cat-hybrid form. His feline ears were still there, less pointed than before but still visible among his soft hair, and then there was his tail. Longer than in his animal form, but constantly moving— a detail your veterinary side couldn't ignore.

Joy? Tension? Embarrassment? No.

He didn’t seem embarrassed at all as he studied you, his gaze slowly scanning over you, as though he were analyzing every little detail, and in an automatic impulse, you extended your hand. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

He stopped. He didn’t immediately take your hand. He first looked you in the eyes, then lowered his gaze to your outstretched hand. A silence of a few seconds that felt like an eternity, and then he smiled.

One of those slow, almost lazy smiles, but with something too subtle to catch immediately, and finally, he took your hand.

His grip wasn’t excessive, but it wasn’t hesitant either. Sweet, but firm. His thumb barely moved across your skin, a touch almost imperceptible, and then…

'Nice to meet you, roommate. I’m Jungwon.'

Those words left his lips with a tone that made you shiver.

More than a month had passed since Jungwon moved into the apartment with you, and you still couldn’t figure him out. And it was absurd. You’d been studying and working with hybrids for years; you knew every one of their traits, habits, and instincts… Yet, he was an enigma.

One day he’d throw sharp jabs at you, the next, he’d almost be sweet.

“You’re always so precise and organized... almost boring,” he told you one day as he watched you carefully study and organize your veterinary notes.

“You don’t know how to have fun, do you? Maybe you should loosen up, every once in a while,” he said another day while you were out shopping, and you had been adamant about not going with him to a hybrid-only party.

“You stress too much, and when you do, your scent changes. I don’t like it,” he said one day when you came home with tears in your eyes for messing up a project on your exam.

“But the scent you leave on the couch... that, I like,” he said one day with a cocky tone while you were half-asleep next to him, watching a movie together.

He drove you crazy, and the worst part was his presence. No matter how much you tried to keep your distance, he was always there. In the house, in your space, and yet, when you came home and he was in his animal form, he wouldn’t even look at you.

Was he offended? Or was it just a game? He would barely turn around, flick his tail with a bored expression, and go to his room without a single meow of goodbye. But then, some nights, you’d find him under your bed.

And that’s when your patience ran out.

That evening, when you came home late from work, you found Jungwon—this time in his human form—sprawled out on the couch with his phone in hand. His black ears twitched slightly, signaling that he'd heard you enter, but of course, he didn’t even bother to look up. You sighed, tossing your bag onto a chair. Fine, I won’t ignore him this time. "Jungwon," you called flatly. He finally lifted his head, his ears perking up slightly as they caught the sound of your voice, with a look that was both bored and amused at the same time. 'Mmh?' You crossed your arms. "Can we talk?" He gave a small crooked smile. 'You’re always so formal… Go ahead, roommate.' You ignored the teasing tone. "Why do you keep sleeping under my bed?" He paused for a second, then tilted his head, his smile widening. 'Oh? You noticed?' You blinked, incredulous. "Of course I noticed! I've found you there more than once! Don’t try to deny it." Jungwon chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head in a lazy motion, as though stretching lightly. 'I’m not going to deny it. I’m just waiting to hear your lecture.' Your eye twitched with irritation. "I’m not going to lecture you. It’s simple: my room is mine. You have yours, and I don’t go into yours. If I did, you’d get mad because your room has to smell only like you. Yet, you don’t care and come sleep under my bed like it’s normal." He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. 'I don’t see the problem. It’s just the floor.' "It’s not just the floor!" you exclaimed, exasperated. "It’s my space, and you can’t just… squat there!" Jungwon sat up slightly, his bright green eyes gleaming with mischief. 'What if I told you the problem isn’t the floor, but the fact that I’m under you?' You blushed. "What?" 'Your scent helps me sleep,' he said with disarming naturalness as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You stared at him, your brain trying to process. "You… what?" Jungwon slowly stood up, approaching with measured steps, his tail lazily swishing behind him. 'Is that so strange? You know better than me that hybrids have an excellent sense of smell, especially our cats. And your scent is…' He stopped right in front of you, lowering his head slightly to look at you better. '…comforting.' You swallowed. Don’t let him intimidate you. "Look, I don’t care if you find my scent pleasant or whatever," you replied, trying to keep your voice firm. "But I don’t want you sleeping in my room." Jungwon smiled. 'What if I told you I can’t live without it?' Annoyed, you stared him straight in the eyes. "What if I told you I’ll kick you out?" you said with a smile that made Jungwon growl internally. Silence. Then, to your surprise, Jungwon burst into laughter. It was a genuine laugh, light, almost musical. But there was a hint of mischief, as though he was teasing you. 'God, you’re so funny when you’re mad.' You spun around quickly to leave because you were tired of his behavior, but he was faster. He grabbed your wrist, not roughly, but with enough of a firm grip to stop you. 'Joking aside,' he murmured, his voice lower. 'I’m not doing it to annoy you.' You slowly turned to face him, locking eyes, and Jungwon ran a hand through his hair, an almost nervous gesture. 'It’s just that… I like knowing you're there.' You didn’t respond right away. Something in his tone at that moment made you hesitate, and then he smiled again, and that vulnerability vanished, replaced by his usual arrogance. 'But if you want me to stop, I’ll do my best.' “I’ll do my best” didn’t mean he would stop. It just meant he’d try, and somehow, you already knew he would never truly stop.

It was one o'clock p.m. when you heard the door open, and Jungwon was laughing, talking on the phone with someone. He seemed in a good mood, his low and relaxed laughter filling the air as he took off his jacket.

“…Come on, it’s impossible, Heeseung, the musical part is completely off-beat—” But as soon as he saw you sitting at the table, surrounded by books, notebooks, the tablet with some charts, and a plate of food next to you.

For a moment, he just stared at you in silence. Then, without even greeting you, he lowered the phone and abruptly ended the call. He raised an eyebrow, his tail twitching slightly as he took in the sight of you sitting there in front of him. It was strange because you always came home around 6 p.m. 'Why are you home already?'

You smiled innocently. "I have to stay home and study this week, it's exam time."

You pointed to the plate. "I made you some food in case you’re hungry. I know you love rice with vegetables, so I made some for both of us."

Jungwon walked over, put his bag down, and slumped into a chair.

'How thoughtful,' he muttered, picking up the fork with an amused smile. Then he looked up at you, his feline eyes scanning you as if they always hid something, and he began eating, apparently relaxed, but his eyes wandered over your books, curious. And then, he noticed the titles of the textbooks you were studying, and his cheeks tinged slightly red.

Reproduction in Feline Hybrids: Biology and Behavior.

Mating Between Hybrids and Humans: Probabilities and Precautions.

Heat Dynamics in Hybrid Cats.

Jungwon froze for a moment, seemingly analyzing what he had just read. Then, slowly, his smile changed, it was no longer a regular smile, but one of those smiles you had learned to fear, a mix of amusement and mischief.

Jungwon calmly put down his fork, leaned back in his chair, and intertwined his fingers on the table.

'Interesting.' You already knew where he was going with this and sighed, because you knew he’d start making jokes. "Don’t start."

He tilted his head, his gaze moving over the open texts. ìSo, that’s why you’re home all week? To study...' He paused for a moment, then lifted his eyes to you with a dangerous glint. 'Sex between hybrids?'

You hurried to correct him. "Reproduction. It’s not the same thing."

He smiled. 'Oh, but it’s very similar,' he said cheekily. You wanted to hide and sink into the ground with embarrassment.

'So,' he continued, tapping his fingers on the table. 'You’re reading about how… mating works between a hybrid and a human?' He said it slowly, almost savoring each word, and your face immediately heated up.

"I-I'm studying for an exam, Jungwon." You tried to stay calm, even though he wouldn’t take his eyes off you. "It’s important to know these things since I’m a veterinarian and I’m studying for my specialization."

He nodded slowly. 'I see.' Then he looked down at one of the books, and his smile grew even wider.

'And these numbers?' He pointed to one of the charts. 'Are you analyzing the success rate between a hybrid and a human?'

You swallowed. "Yes," and you handed it to him, and his eyes carefully scanned the various numbers and colors. Jungwon chuckled, amused. 'And tell me... how’s the percentage? High?'

"It depends on the type of hybrid," you replied quickly, trying to stay professional.

But he leaned in a little closer to the table.

'And for cats?' You lost your breath for a second.

"Jungwon." You tried to keep a serious tone. "You’re annoying."

He smiled again. 'And you’re too adorable when you try to be professional about topics so...' He paused theatrically. '...delicate.'

You covered your face with a hand, exhausted. It was only the first day. How the hell were you going to survive a whole week?

Jungwon shook his head, laughing to himself as he went back to eating, but in his mind, he was already looking forward to the days ahead. It was going to be an interesting week, he thought to himself.

Jungwon woke up late, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a soft light across his room. He stretched slowly, yawning, his tail moving lazily beneath the covers. It was then that he smelled it—your scent, sweet and persistent, lingering in the air, on the sheets, maybe even on him. A shiver ran down his spine, and a familiar warmth spread low in his belly. 'Shit.' He placed a hand on his face, trying to push away the thoughts invading his mind. You. You under him, your soft skin against his, your warm breath against his neck. You, moaned his name as he sank into you, his tail wrapping around your body, his knot filling you up and making you tremble. Just the thought of it made him growl quietly between his teeth. 'Damn study week.' As if it wasn’t already hard enough living with you, now he had to listen to you talk about reproduction, mating, and success rates. And now, his body was reacting on its own. He ran a hand through his light hair, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn’t afford to ruin everything. He had finally found a decent roommate—though a little too perfect for his taste—and an apartment to stay in. He couldn’t let his cat instincts fixate on you in inappropriate and dirty ways. With a sigh, he got up, put on a pair of sweatpants, and left the room. You were in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a steaming cup in your hands, immersed in your books. As soon as you heard footsteps, you looked up distractedly… and nearly choked on your herbal tea. Jungwon entered the room shirtless, wearing only soft sweatpants around his hips, his smooth, pale skin fully exposed. He toned arms, sculpted abs, and a V-line that dipped too enticingly beneath the waistband of his pants. It was… It was too attractive and too beautiful at the same time. You coughed violently, trying to catch your breath as he looked at you with an amused smile. 'Woah, you okay?' he asked, walking closer and giving you a few innocent taps on the back. You nodded frantically, still coughing, your face probably on fire. He leaned against the counter, taking his coffee cup and sipping it calmly. Then, with the most shameless tone in the world, he tilted his head and looked at you with mischief. 'Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a guy shirtless.' You shot him a death glare, desperately trying to recover. “I’ve seen them.” You paused to swallow. “But not my roommate.” Jungwon chuckled, leaning against the sink. 'I’m just saying, it’s nothing shocking. I’m just a regular guy, part hybrid, with a pretty decent body.' He shrugged and winked at you, making his muscles move beneath his skin. 'I was hot.' You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, and a shiver ran through your body. “Doesn’t seem like hybrid cats are in heat right now.” It was an innocent statement. Purely academic. But Jungwon smiled in a way that immediately made you regret speaking, and he moved a little closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 'I’m not in heat.' His voice was low, slightly husky, and your stomach twisted. You lowered your gaze to your cup, trying to focus on the fact that you still had exams to pass and a roommate who was always teasing you. You sighed. “Fine.” Jungwon chuckled, going back to drinking his coffee as if nothing had happened. But his tail, the one that kept moving slowly behind him, betrayed his mood far too well, and you already knew it wasn’t over yet.

That morning, Jungwon wasn’t home, and you finally had some peace.

You sat at the table with your tablet on, your books open, and a notebook full of notes. You spent hours studying carefully, softly repeating the harder concepts to yourself. Before lunch, you went out to do some grocery shopping, picking up what you needed and also getting a few things for Jungwon.

You have learned some of his cat hybrid preferences:

Hot milk with a bit of honey. He had told you he always drank it when he felt tired.

Smoked tuna. You’d noticed that every time he ate it, his tail moved slower, a sign of pure enjoyment.

Cream-filled pastries. He had never explicitly said it, but you’d seen how his eyes sparkled every time he had one.

Dried catnip, which he’d never admit to liking, but that would mysteriously disappear from the pantry now and then.

As you were putting away the groceries, you heard the door open, and it was exactly one o’clock p.m. when Jungwon walked in with damp hair from the rain. The scent of rain and wind mixed with the sweet aroma of vanilla and butter, something he must have brought back from the bakery.

He greeted you with a smile and handed you a white cardboard box.

'Spring’s beginning,' he said casually.

You took it, curious. “What’s this?”

'A cake.' He took off his wet jacket, shaking his hair slightly. 'It’s a new recipe we tested this morning.'

You eyed him with suspicion. “It’s not your birthday, right?”

Jungwon chuckled softly. 'No, of course not. I made it. You need to try it and tell me if it’s good.'

It was strange. Jungwon never did things without a second purpose, yet today he seemed... normal. After eating, you tasted the cake. It was soft, with a light cream and a hint of honey and lemon.

“Wow,” you said, genuinely surprised. “It’s really good.”

Jungwon smiled a flash of satisfaction in his eyes. You ate together, and for the first time, he acted almost kindly. Of course, there were still his usual jabs—comments about how you held your fork, how your face lit up when you ate something good, how your sweatshirt was way too big on you—but they were light, almost affectionate, and it worried you. It was strange seeing Jungwon like this.

At the end of lunch, he stretched with a little feline yawn and stood up. 'I’m going to take a shower and then sleep for a bit.'

You nodded, but you didn’t stop watching him as he left the kitchen.

What the hell is going on with him today?

It was already five in the afternoon, and you were immersed in your studies, completely absorbed in the descriptions of hybrid cat reproduction. The characteristics of the knot, its use in keeping the partner secured during mating, the success rates between hybrids and humans… And then you felt something soft brush against your legs. You looked down and found Jungwon in his feline form, a black ball of fur with sharp green eyes staring at you intensely. "Jungwon?" He meowed softly, rubbing his head against your leg. It was the first time he had approached you like that, and with slightly trembling hands, you stroked him. His ears lowered in pleasure, and as if that was the sign he had been waiting for, he jumped onto your lap, curling up against you. You stayed still for a moment. Jungwon wasn’t the type for physical contact, at least not in that way. He was more the type to brush against you briefly, to sneak touches, using contact as a game, but now he was here. Curled up between your legs, his small warm body vibrating softly with purring as he pressed even closer to your hoodie, rubbing his little face against the soft fabric as if trying to soak up your scent. It was too intimate of a scene. You went back to focusing on your notes, repeating aloud what you were studying.

"… during mating, the male’s knot swells inside the mate, preventing immediate extraction and ensuring a longer bond between the two partners…"

Below you, Jungwon moved slightly. You were distracted for a moment to look at him and his ears had moved imperceptibly and his tail had twisted around your legs. You continued reading.

"… in feline hybrids, this process can last several minutes up to a maximum of forty-five, increasing the chances of conception…"

You heard a light sound, something in between a meow and a little moan. You looked down again and Jungwon was looking at you. His eyes were darker, slightly narrower, and his tail moved slowly, languid. Then, with a fluid movement, he rubbed his face against your belly, making a little satisfied sound as if the idea of what you were saying had pleased him too much. You kept repeating it out loud for hours, Trying to ignore the strange atmosphere that had been created between you and Jungwon after his sudden-and very suspicious-meow of the afternoon.

Then, at 7:30 p.m., the door to his room opened and he entered the kitchen with the usual relaxed and cheeky attitude. 'Can you stop?' He asked with a tone that seemed almost bored, although in his eyes there was that usual glow of malice. You looked at him with a confused air. "Stop what?" 'To talk about knots, couplings, and all those things that we know to hybrids and even humans who are not veterinarians.' You snorted, trying to close the book. "I’m studying, Jungwon. Sorry if I want to pass my exams." But he was faster than you. With an agile movement, he took the book out of your hands and opened it again, scrolling through the pages with ease. A funny smile appeared on his lips as he read some passages, and then his eyes returned to you. 'Tell me, Y/n…' he said, tilting his head slightly. 'You’re so good at studying… then you’ll be able to answer some questions, won’t you?' You get stiff. "Jungwon, give me back the book." But he ignored your request and leaned to the table, browsing through the pages calmly. 'How long does the knot of a feline hybrid last on average?' he asked with innocence, though his tone was not at all innocent. You feel your cheeks warm. "It depends… can last from twenty to forty-five minutes, depending on the partner and the level of excitement." He smiled, smug. 'Interesting. And during the act, what do cat hybrids like most?' Swallowing, clenching fists on knees. "It depends on the hybrid." Jungwon shook his head, amused.

'Come on, doctor. You’re an expert, aren’t you? You know we have some innate preferences…' His eyes grew ever more intense as he waited for your answer. You bit your lip. "Cat hybrids tend to appreciate the bite on the nape… because they stimulate the instinct of submission and bonding with the partner." He tilted his head, his tail moving lazily behind him. 'What else?' You felt the beat accelerate. "Lick and nibble on the skin of your partner, especially in sensitive areas. Physical contact is important for you." Jungwon slowly licked his lips, as if he was tasting your words. 'Interesting…' He muttered, leafing through the pages again. Then he stopped at a chapter and a sneaky smile curled his lips. 'What about contraceptives?' You stiffened. "What?" He raised an eyebrow. 'What can a human girl use to avoid a pregnancy with a human? And a hybrid?' Deglutitors. "There are specific pills for both humans and hybrids. Those for hybrids also regulate heat hormones, while those for humans serve to prevent fertilization with the hybrid seed." Jungwon nodded as if he was satisfied with your answer. Then his gaze became more penetrating. 'Do you take them?' You were blocked. The air suddenly seemed heavier and his tone was playful, but there was something deeper in his voice. Something more authoritative.You lowered your gaze, feeling the heat rise to the cheeks. You never imagined having to answer such a question. Then, without looking into his eyes, you nodded slightly but Jungwon didn’t seem satisfied. With a slow step he approached and leaned slightly, his face dangerously close to yours. 'I want to hear you say the answer, Y/n.' His tone was low, almost a whisper, and it made your back shiver. "… Yes, I do." 'Yes, what?' "Yes, I will." He smiled, his smug expression. 'Good girl.' Then he straightened up and, as if nothing had happened, closed the book and put it on the table. 'Now you can stop studying for today. It’s dinner time.' he said lightly as if he had not just embarrassed you to the core. He glanced at you one last time, then turned to the refrigerator, leaving you there with your heart pounding and feeling that Jungwon was much more dangerous than you had imagined.

The heavy rain was thundering on the roof, accompanied by the deep sound of thunder that shook the air. You slowly opened your eyes, still groggy from sleep, but something seemed out of place. The door to your room was open, and you had closed it the night before. You leaned over the bed, your heart beating quietly in your chest, and looked down; under the bed, curled up in his animal form, Jungwon was sleeping deeply. His small body rose and fell with a regular rhythm, his black tail wrapped around his body, and a light puff of air left his lips now and then. For a moment, you found yourself thinking that he looked incredibly sweet when he slept. Almost… harmless. Maybe he should sleep forever, you thought sarcastically, aware of how cheeky and irreverent he was when awake. You slowly got up, careful not to wake him, and opened the blinds to let some light in, but the sky outside was dark, heavy with rain. A small meow caught your attention. Jungwon had woken up and, still in his animal form, lazily rubbed against your legs. You hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently petted his head, feeling his soft fur under your fingers. It was one of the few times he allowed you to touch him without teasing. "I'm going to the bathroom," you said quietly. When you came out, he was there in his human form, leaning against the hallway wall with a small catnip twig between his lips, chewing absentmindedly. His hair was messy, his oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, and his tail lazily swayed behind him. You stared at him. "Is something wrong?" Jungwon looked at you with an unreadable expression, then shrugged. 'Hmm… nothing.' But then, without any warning, he stepped closer and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled your skin, and you froze completely, shocked by his sudden gesture. "J-Jungwon?" You felt his chest vibrating against you in a soft laugh. 'You smell good…' he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. You tensed slightly. "Are you going to explain to me what the hell is going on with you?" He pulled away just a bit, his icy green eyes meeting yours. 'I don't like thunderstorms.' His admission took you by surprise. Jungwon, the cheeky, territorial, manipulative hybrid, was afraid of something? All day long, he stayed incredibly close to you. You were on the couch, and he sat next to you, phone in hand, lazily scrolling through the screen. You quietly repeated your notes about hybrids, and every so often he threw in a teasing comment. But when the thunder struck the house with a deafening roar and the lights went out suddenly, his body moved instinctively. He grabbed your hand and sat next to you, his chest rising and falling faster. 'Don't leave me alone,' he whispered. You felt his fingers gently tighten around yours, his tail trembling slightly. You smiled, trying to lighten the tension. "What are you, a scared little kitten?" A low growl formed in his throat, and when you turned to look at him, his gaze was no longer that of a frightened pup. It was burning. His teeth were slightly sharper, his mouth barely open as if he were controlling his breath, and his expression… was something you had never seen before. Instinctively, you gently stroked his hair, brushing his feline ears. His body vibrated slightly at the touch, and you felt his tail tighten around your wrist for a second. Jungwon reached out and took the book from your lap, letting it fall to the floor. Then, without giving you a chance to react, he pushed you gently against the couch, his face moving closer to yours, your heartbeat quickening. When his lips brushed against yours, it felt like the air around you became even warmer. Jungwon didn’t say anything and kissed you.

The kiss was ravenous, impatient. Jungwon moved over you with a hunger he couldn’t contain, his body trying to imprint his presence on your skin, your lips, everywhere. He wanted to possess you, mark you, make you understand that you had entered his territory and that you would never leave, his mind a whirlwind of obscene thoughts. What would it be like to see you beneath him, your body trembling under his touch? What would it be like if he heard you moaning his name, your nails digging into his back? If he could bury himself inside you, fill you up until you were completely his? The thought made him growl softly against your lips, his hands tightening around you, and you pulled him even closer, letting your body respond to his instincts. Feeling him so close, the heat of his skin against yours, the way he rubbed against you slightly without even realizing it… it was almost overwhelming. Jungwon pulled away from you for just a moment, his breath heavy as he looked at you with glossy, cheeky eyes. Then he lowered his face and began licking your neck, first slowly, then with more intensity, nibbling and leaving little red marks on your sensitive skin. A shiver ran down your spine, and you couldn’t hold back a small moan. He smiled against your skin. 'You’re making the sounds I want to hear…' he whispered with a hoarse voice. You teased him, trying to keep control. “Are you putting into practice what I studied yesterday?” Jungwon chuckled against your neck, licking you slowly until he reached your ear. 'Mh, yeah… but I’m skipping straight to the more interesting parts.' You felt his tail lazily wrap around your thigh, his grip becoming more secure. Then his voice dropped, making you shiver. 'And you know what my favorite part is?' he whispered, licking his lips just barely. 'The part where I make you mine.' You laughed as you felt him lightly tickle you, teasing him, running your fingers through his light hair. “You’re too confident, Jungwon.” He lifted his face, looking at you with mischievous, gleaming eyes. 'And shouldn’t I be?' Before you could answer, his hands slipped under your sweatshirt, grazing your skin with the warm touch of his fingers. A shiver ran down your back, and Jungwon paused for a moment as if savoring the sensation of your body under his touch. Then his gaze grew more intense, and with a sly smile, he whispered in your ear: 'Not even the bra? Tsk. I knew you were a cheeky girl.'

With a fluid movement, he took off your sweatshirt, leaving you vulnerable under his predatory gaze. He wasted no time: his lips immediately found a beautiful bud of yours to tease, leaving kisses and small bites along your breast and with the other hand squeezing slightly the other breast and her warm breath against you made you moan. 'Who knows what you would be like,' he muttered between a little bite and licking your nipples, 'if you were full of milk for our puppies...' A shiver passed through your body, and for a moment you felt the primal instinct behind his words, the animalistic desire to mark you, to bind you to him in the deepest way possible. You quickly recovered and nudged him slightly, laughing. "In another life, or perhaps later," you provoked him, enjoying the spark of defiance in his eyes. Jungwon growled softly, his teeth shining in the room’s flickering light. 'I don’t like to wait.' Another thunder shook the house, and for a moment you just felt him stiffening. You noticed it, and you couldn’t resist the temptation to mock him. "Oh? Big Jungwon is afraid of a thunderstorm?" You shouldn’t have said that because with a quick movement, his body presses against yours, its hard and warm length rubbing against your sensitive pussy, even through clothes. The sudden contact made you moan her name before you knew it. Jungwon smiled, satisfied, and then his voice became lower, deeper. Authoritarian. 'I’m afraid again. I challenge you.' He rubbed against you and this time to drive you crazy, you felt his cock grow against you, hard, insistent, making you moan involuntarily.

A sharp smile was painted on her face as her lips began to come down, kissing you with adoration along the belly until it stopped right at the edge of your pants. You looked up at him, the bright eyes of a restrained desire. He waited as if he wanted to hear you plead, but you, biting your lip, gave him only a nod of assent. This seemed to amuse Jungwon, who with a mischievous look tickled you a little more before slowly taking off your pants.

A low whistle slipped from his lips when he saw your black lace panties. 'You are so beautiful not to mention your smell,' he whispered with a note of amusement as his finger traced a fiery path along your inner thigh. When he touched the damp cloth, his smile widened.

'Look how wet you are...' he muttered in a provocative tone. 'Don’t tell me that it’s all my fault?'

You felt yourself burn, but the playful spark in your eyes made him growl softly. He stooped down, the warm breath touching your skin as his fingers made small circles closer and closer to where you wanted it most. 'Tell me...' whispered in a low and territorial voice, his gaze chained to yours. 'Has anyone ever filled you before?' You reckon softly, shaking your head with a mixture of challenge and embarrassment. "No," you replied, your voice a flutter of excitement.

Jungwon licked his lips, his eyes curled up with pure possession and his tail began to swing as happy as he was to have heard those words.

'Then I will assure you that you will never need anyone else.'

His mouth settled on the skin of your thighs and began to give you small kisses and marks, as his hands crept deeper and deeper.

'I will be the only one to fill you... and make you feel so good that you won’t think of anyone else.' A shiver ran through your back as his fingers moved with a torturing slowness. He smiled, satisfied with your reaction.

In a slow, almost studied movement, he pulled off your panties, leaving you completely vulnerable under him. 'So beautiful and already so wet for a hybrid, then.' His tone was a mixture of joke and satisfaction while with a curious act, he opened your legs.

His feline eyes shone with malice, his warm breath grazed your skin. Then, without warning, his fingers went down to pull off your pulsating clit. A groan eluded you at the feeling of his slow, torturing touch, as he tilted his head with an accomplished smile. 'Tell me, little vet, what are you going through for the exam?'

His voice was low, charged with a restrained exception, as his finger began to massage your swollen clitoris with unnerving precision.

'Maybe the reproduction of feline hybrids? The node filling?' The heat went up to your face. Your mind tried to join theoretical concepts, but its touch made it difficult to even think. "Yes, the cat hybrids have a knot that serves to hold the seed" you managed to stutter, the voice broken by the shivers of pleasure running down your back. He giggled softly, his breath stroking the inside of your thighs while increasing the pressure on your sensitive spot.

'Good, but it seems to me that it is distracting you. I bet you might have asked yourself a few spicy questions about the links between hybrids and humans at times.' Suddenly, without ceasing to torment your clitoris, he slid a finger into you, the hot and invasive feeling made you gasp. He smiled, satisfied. 'Answer me, have you ever thought of me filling you up while you were studying?'

his finger began to pump inside your slimy cunt but at the same time, he stopped because he wanted to tease you and you knew you had to answer him as soon as possible. "Yes, yes I thought of you" he laughed and his ears picked up every sound you made and his tail moved more and more no matter how excited he was. 'Let's see if you can stay focused... How long is the bond created by the knot of a cat hybrid?'

You clutched the sheets, trying to formulate a sensible answer despite the growing pleasure. "D-Depends... it can last from a few minutes to ... to half an hour...and if your cats are in heat the knot act could last even hours!"

He tilted his head, satisfied with your answer. 'You want another finger, baby?' Nod frantically, the need to feel it deeper was now unbearable. He smiled, but before settling, he formulated another question: 'And how does the human's body react when it is filled by the knot?'

You struggled to think, but between the desire and his expert touch, the answer came out wrong. As soon as the words left your lips, you felt a slight pinch on your thigh. 'Wrong.'

His voice became lower, more authoritarian. 'And yet you should know, given how excited you are to just talk about it.' You bit your lip, his dominant tone made you shudder, while his fingers resumed moving inside you with more intensity. 'Maybe, I'll have to give you a more practical lesson, as you struggle to concentrate.'

He dipped another finger inside your now moist, sensitive, and slimy cunt and you pulled his tufts of light hair to bring him closer to you, your legs were now completely open under him, breathless as his fingers explored every inch of your intimacy with a wise and vicious touch, he looked down on you, his gaze burning with a primitive and possessive desire.

'Look how you tremble for me...' he whispered in a voice full of satisfaction, sliding a third or finger into you with maddening slowness.

'You're so tight ... like you were made just for me.' His tone was poisonously sweet, charged with a confidence that made you cringe. You felt completely at the mercy of his touch, yet you could not hold back a small flicker of provocation. "it's too much"

He froze for a moment, then laughed softly, a low, dangerous sound. His feline eyes became darker and hungrier.

'Oh, baby ... do you really think you can give me rules?' Suddenly, his fingers inside you moved deeper, faster, making you gasp out of control. 'Let me teach you one thing...' he whispered, lowering himself to touch your lips with warm breath.

'You don't decide anything. You're mine. You were born to be filled by me, always and only by me.' You could hear your heart pounding in your chest as its tone became darker, and more viscous.

'I'll ruin you, understand? I will fill you so well that you will not even be able to think of someone else, you will always have my seed and my knot inside you. No one will ever catch you like I will.'

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and when his mouth lowered on your sensitive buds, the heat became untenable. His tongue played with you, wet, slow, torturing, while his fingers inside you continued to move with precision, spreading and preparing you with perverse attention.

'I have to prepare you for my knot, baby. You'll have to welcome me completely.' His tone was a promise, a threat, and a sweet condemnation. He crawled at you, his movements languid but territorial, like a cat marking his territory.

'Tell me ... are you ready to be mine alone?' But at that moment you were already completely fucked, at the mercy of him and no one else. You nodded as you felt your spasms consume you inside your pussy throbbing as you came between his fingers, he meowed at the sight of your excitement against his lips, and like an animal hungry for its prey he began to suck all your excitement as if it were his favorite meal and at the same time he sucked your clit throbbing and the room was full of moans and small growls.

'Yes what?' his voice was low, slightly amused, but there was an authority in his question that made you cringe. Your face warmed as you clasped your legs instinctively, biting your lip. "I want you... I want your knot." A satisfied grin appeared on his lips as he tilted his head slightly, almost like a predator watching his prey play alone in his trap.

'So good and obedient ... at least in words,' he muttered, lowering his face until he touched your lips with hers.

'Let's see if you can keep this sweet submission even after I've ruined you completely.' Before you could answer, his arms closed around you, lifting you up without the slightest effort. The heat of his body pressed against yours as he carried you to your room, the lips tracing fiery kisses down your neck, leaving behind shivers of anticipation.

'You know,' he whispered against your skin, his voice charged with an almost possessive desire, 'I'm tired of sleeping under your bed in my animal form.'

You felt his teeth graze your earlobe before he added in a lower, rougher tone: 'I want to sleep with you, squeeze you, feel your body against mine every night... and most importantly, I want to fill you whenever I feel like it.'

He dropped you gently on the mattress, his eyes never taken away from yours. You felt chained under that gaze, unable to move while his presence dominated the room. You tried to play down, play with him, but the smile on his lips betrayed that he knew exactly what you were doing. Your trembling hands moved to lower his pants and then boer It was impressive, more than you had imagined. Its length throbbed, thick and full of desire, the transparent liquid that perled its tip was a silent promise of what he would enjoy in making you his own. he noticed your gaze and laughed softly, his hand caressing your cheek before descending along your body, tracing every curve with slow, possessive fingers.

'Do you like what you see, baby?' You could feel yourself burning up, but nodded slowly, biting your lip.

'Be clear.' His voice grew deeper, and his fingers grazed your center with an expert touch.

'Tell me what you want. Ask me well.' Your breath broke under the combination of his authoritarian tone and the touch that turned you on more and more. "I want you, ... I want yo, Jungwon to fill me." A contented growl escaped from his lips as he ducked over you, his body pressing against yours in an inescapable promise.

'Good girl.' His lips moved over yours with an intensity that made you lose your breath, his hands caressing you with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.

'You are mine.' he whispered against your skin. 'And after this night, you will no longer have doubts about who owns you.'

Jungwon's eyes shone with a dangerous intensity, his smile curving into a contented grin as he watched you tremble beneath him. He grazed your dripping cunt with his cock, snatching a muffled moan at you. The heat between you was unbearable, and he seemed to revel in seeing you so vulnerable, completely at the mercy of his will.

'Tell me,' he muttered in a low, velvety voice, leaving a kiss on your neck. 'What have you studied about hybrids like me?' Your breathing was irregular as you tried to put the words together.

"The knot..." you whispered, but he interrupted you with more determined pressure against your center, making you gasp.

'Be more precise.' His voice was an order disguised as sweetness.

'You will know that hybrids have an instinct... a need to completely fill their mate. And you, sweet prey, want it, don't you?' You could feel yourself blazing and nodding slowly, your fingers clinging to the sheets beneath you as his body left no way out.

'It's not enough to nod, I want to hear you say it.' His mouth came close to your ear, his warm breath making you shudder.

'Tell me what you need, or I'll have to teach you to respond better.' You bit your lip, your mind clouded by desire and the way he was making you feel completely his. "I need you ... your knot."

Jungwon laughed softly, smugly, as you felt the tip of his mushroom cock push slightly inside you which made you tremble. 'So good and obedient...' he muttered, brushing your chin with his thumb.

'Let's see if you're as good at answering.' His lips rested on your neck, leaving a trail of slow, provocative kisses as she continued to touch you, still not giving you what you so desperately wanted.

'If you want to be filled as you wish, you will have to deserve it. Answer my question: how does the body of a human companion react when she is greeted by a knot?' Your mind struggled to remember the notions studied, but it was difficult to concentrate when his body pressed against yours in such an intimate way, causing you to lose all lucidity. "Yes ... it fits..." you managed to say, with a thread of voice. "the knot tightens around and then fills the girl's belly..."

'Very good. If you answer well ... well, I could be generous enough to give you exactly what you want.' You felt a shudder at his tone, a mixture of fear and excitement burning inside you. You wanted it more than anything else, and he knew it very well.

'What happens when the knot swells completely?' Swallow, trying to formulate a response as the heat inside you grew more and more. "It hangs inside ... prevents it from separating until ... until the binding is completed."

'Exact answer, I wonder,' he continued, her voice imbued with pure perversion, 'Will your body be tight enough to hold me back? Or will I have to teach you to adapt to my size?'

You covered your face with one hand, your embarrassment now skyrocketing. 'Don't hide, baby,' he whispered with a sharp smile.

'I want to see your every reaction as you answer me.' Your voice was a trembling whisper. "S-yes... it will hold you..."

'Very good,' he muttered, rewarding your response with a deep, possessive kiss.

'So, get ready. Because once I'm inside of you...' his smile got even more dangerous, 'I won't let you go for quite a while.'

And with those words, you felt with a determined push, his big cock go inside your pussy full of excitement. A groan escaped from your lips as your body adjusted to its presence, feeling it deeper than you ever imagined. The warmth, the fullness, the sense of connection—it was all too much. He paused for a moment as if he wanted to enjoy every second of the feeling of being inside you. His breathing became heavier, his hands clasping your hips with force. 'You're so tight...' he muttered, lowering herself to nibble at your earlobe.

'You're perfect for me, you know?' His words made you tremble. You could feel it throbbing inside you, its warm, thick length moving with maddening slowness as if it wanted to imprint every push into your body.

'You're really mine now,' he whispered against your skin, his hands holding you still as he upped the pace. 'No one can ever have you like I have you.' You nod, your mind clouded with pleasure. "Jungwon-you are the first...” He froze for a moment, his gaze becoming darker and more intense.

'Oh?' His thrusts became more decisive, deeper as if he wanted to imprint his mark on you indelibly.

'Tell me again who you belong to,' he ordered, the tone more authoritarian now. You groaned, your arms clasped around his neck. "Only you"

A satisfied growl escaped from his lips as he increased the pace, his breathing getting heavier. The heat in your belly grew more and more, and you felt the tension build up inside you, your body responding perfectly to its movements. And then, suddenly, you felt something change. A primal heat spread through your body, more intense than anything you had experienced before. Your breath stopped for a moment as you felt something swell inside you, filling you even more. Node.

Your eyes widened as your hands slid down her back. "J-Jungwon..." you whisper, in an unsure tone. "Is it... is it the knot?"

He looked down at you, his smile slightly mocking. ‘Mh? You’re really not very perceptive for someone who studies veterinary on hybrids...’

You felt blushing, but any protest died on your lips as he pushed even deeper, increasing the pressure within you.

‘See?’ He whispered against your mouth, kissing you slowly as it kept moving.

‘Now you really know what it means to be mine.’

Your body trembled, every nerve lit by the heat and sense of fullness that increased with each push. It was too much. It was everything.

And when the plane knot swelled completely, sealing you to it, you felt a wave of pleasure crossing you, leaving you breathless.

Jungwon leaned over you, forehead against yours, breathless as his hands caressed you softly. ‘Good girl,’ he whispered, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

He slid his hand along your belly, touching you with exasperating slowness. The knot within you pulsed slightly, and the sensation made you shudder.

‘So tight to me...’ he whispered, His voice full of desire. ‘Tell me, baby, has your textbook ever told you what it feels like to be filled with a hybrid?’

You bit your lip, trying to maintain a minimum of lucidity, but your body was already yielding to pleasure.

"N-no..." you panicked, your breath breaking as he kept teasing you with small movements of the pelvis.

Jungwon laughed softly, his tone a mixture of satisfaction and fun. ‘Then you are really lucky to have me... To make you feel everything on your own skin.’

His hand slid lower still, and his fingers touched the point where you were united, collecting some of the heat that flowed from you. He brought it before your eyes, watching with a smug grin your embarrassed reaction.

‘Look at you...’ he murmured, taking His fingers to His lips and tasting you slowly. ‘You’re all wet for me... so obedient... so mine.’

Your face caught fire, and Jungwon seemed to adore your embarrassed expression. He slowly leaned over you, brushing your lips. ‘Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg.’

You shivered beneath him, your body moving unintentionally to seek more contact. "I want..."

He sank his light nails into your hips. ‘Speak well. I want to hear every single word come out of that pretty mouth.’

Swallowing hard, the knot inside you that pressed gently against your walls. Your body was on fire, your mind completely clouded. "I want... I want you to fill me up... and louder please fill me up like a cat."

Jungwon smiled a satisfied and predatory smile. ‘So good...’

His thrusts reclaimed, more sails but incredibly deep, making you completely lose control. Your body trembled beneath him, every fiber of you seeking more, more, more. Your pussy couldn’t stop grabbing it and rebutting it against you, Jungwon brought his mouth to your ear, his voice a harsh whisper. ‘You feel so full, don’t you? Can you feel my knot swell inside of you? At this point, you should know that you can’t run away anymore...’

Groans, hands clutching desperately behind his back. "J-Jungwon..."

He laughed softly, kissing your jaw before leaving you a light bite. ‘Oh, baby... you’re so lost now.’

His fingers found your center, playing with you as his thrusts became more intense and animate. Every fiber of your body vibrated, the knot inside you pulsed in a way that made you lose your head.

‘Oh, yes...’ Jungwon whispered, squeezing your hips as he sank deeper. ‘You were born for this, to be under me, to welcome me completely...’

You panicked hard, your body bowing under him. "Yes... yes... Jungwon..."

‘Tell me whose you are.’

"I am yours..." you replied without hesitation, your heart beating madly.

A satisfied growl vibrated in her chest. ‘Good girl.’

The pleasure exploded inside you, leaving you completely breathless as your body huddled around its knot. Jungwon held himself over you, his breath broken as he filled you completely.

The knot swelled completely, sealing you to him, and you groaned at the feeling of being entirely his.

Jungwon stood over you, his eyes still dark with desire, his body not letting go of yours. Slowly, she lowered herself on you, pressing a languid kiss on your lips.

‘You are perfect so...’ she whispered against your skin. ‘Mine. Completely mine.’

And at that moment, lost in its warmth, in the beating of its heart against yours, you knew you could never be anyone else’s, Jungwon’s breath was still irregular as his body relaxed against yours. The knot had finally deflated, leaving a trail of languishing heat between your legs. But instead of walking away, he stood there, his chest pressed against your back, his face hidden in the hollow of your neck.

He left you a little bit on your skin before licking you flat, his feline way of marking what was his. You shivered at the sensation, a warm shiver that ran through your spine.

Jungwon laughed softly at your skin. ‘You’re still so sensitive...’ he whispered, his tone filled with satisfaction.

You were leaning towards him, feeling him still against you, warm and present. "Mh... enough, you tickle me..." You chuckled, trying to move slightly.

But in the movement, you felt something.

You get stiff.

Its length is still pressed against you, not completely hard... but not completely extinguished.

You barely lifted your head to look at him, standing in front of his slightly shiny eyes, his most vulnerable expression I had ever seen. He seemed confused, almost frustrated.

"Jungwon...?" you called softly.

He snorted, sinking his face in your hair. ‘Ugh... it’s not fair,’ he murmured against your skin. ‘I still want you.’

The heat went up to your cheeks as he drew even closer to you, almost as if he wanted to merge with your body. His hands slid slowly down your hips, caressing you with a dangerous delicacy.

‘I want to fill you again...’ he whispered, the tone sweet, but the words dangerously sinful. ‘ i want to make you mine again and again and again.’

A shiver ran through your body. It wasn’t just desire what you saw in his eyes. It was obsession.

You lightly sunk into his arms, looking at him with a funny smile. "Again?" You teased him, biting your lip. "You’re so insatiable, Wonnie..."

He stared at you, his eyes darkening. ‘Are you too tired for my second knot?’ He asked, the warm and low voice as one of His hands crept between your thighs, touching your still sensitive and swollen clitoris.

You flashed, a groan escaped from your lips as its skilled touch made you shiver.

Jungwon grinned. ‘Strange... your body seems to tell me otherwise.’

You gave him a look, but the redness on your cheeks only made him more amused. "Jungwon... I-"

‘Shh.’ He leaned over you, licking the lobe of your ear before whispering dangerous words to you. ‘Leave it to me, get on all fours you just have to be my good human girl.’

You turn your belly down with the beautiful show of your ass and Jungwon moans at the sight of you so embarrassed but also excited about what you were going to do, your little pussy emanated a heavenly smell for the hybrid and the sight of your excitement slowly descending beneath you made him growl. His hands go over your hips to guide you, and you feel Jungwon’s arm under you, wrapped around your stomach as he lifts you up, lowers himself and kisses you on the temple.

‘Ready, baby, to be filled again?’ You look up at him and your eyes tear slightly from the overstimulation that will come against you, and groan when you feel a finger of Jungwon enter you again.

"Wonnie, please..." you said sighing

‘So fucking sexy, you’re so fucking beautiful like that, baby,’ groans behind you, making you clench awkwardly as a soft chuckle resounds behind you and he sinks for the third time another finger inside you and pumps it, You screamed of pleasure because it was too much but he did not seem to care anything, his cock was again big and could not wait to fill you again and while you felt that you were coming he let out the finger from your poor pussy and yelled.

‘God, you’re so embarrassing little one,’ he said laughing as he lined up his big cock, the tip of his dick touching your pussy again, poking at your clitoris, and making you weep with needy names.

He can’t help but moan as he starts grinding the head of her cock against your folds.

‘Oh fuck,’ he says in a husky voice.

Breathless, you grab the sheets and hold them tight in your hands, while your ass and back rise slightly to feel it even more inside you.

"Fuck me, Wonnie, I want to hear you again".

Jungwon does not waste any more time and aligns itself to your entrance and pushes its length into you by sliding in until it is pressed all the way down. You groan in the hollow of your elbow, and your walls pulsate, full and so sensitive, he leans forward until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses on your G-spot.

‘Do you feel good? Who would have thought that my roommate could take my cock so well’ whispers in your ear and you can only whine and nod.

‘This pussy is all mine, isn’t it?’ asks with clenched teeth as you hear his tail give you small slaps against the legs, nibbling on your shoulder skin, and starts rubbing his hips against you, rubbing his cock on your G-spot over and over again.

"Yes, all yours, please fill me up," whispers, gasping and he wasted no time starts pushing in and out his cock and as first you felt again that inhumane and visceral heat enveloping your body and especially the lower part of your belly, Your mouth opens immediately for the sensual sensation of being stretched and tied to him and you feel your belly full again.

‘No one else?’ He’s humming as if he didn’t already know.

"No, just your Jungwon" when he heard those words his knot tied you completely and you came together making a mess in his dick and him filling you again.

The sound of the storm roaring outside the window seemed farther away now, but the strong gusts of wind still shook the house. Jungwon was there, holding onto you, as if your presence was the only thing that could reassure him.

‘Are you really this calm when there’s a storm, Y/n?’ Jungwon asked, his voice a little lower, almost shy, as if embarrassed by his own behavior. He cuddled up even closer, his warm body pressed against yours, seeking comfort in your embrace.

‘I don’t understand… sometimes, when the noise is too loud, it feels like… it invades me completely. It’s strange.’

You felt tender toward him, even though his proximity made your heart race. You’d never seen Jungwon so vulnerable. His usual playful attitude was now replaced by a need for protection he couldn’t hide. With a gentle smile, you hugged him a little tighter.

“You know, as much as you may seem like a wild cat, you do like feeling safe, don’t you?” you asked, gently stroking his hair.

Jungwon lifted his head to look you in the eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. ‘Everyone needs to feel safe,’ he said, but his tone immediately shifted to something more mischievous. ‘Though, sometimes, I think you’re protecting me from… something more intense than just a storm.’

You stirred slightly but didn’t pull away. “Well, it’s not like I mind holding you tight, Jungwon. Seems like you need me, huh?” you said, the warmth of your voice blending with the sweetness of the moment. You liked teasing him, seeing that spark of interest in Jungwon’s eyes.

He lowered his gaze, pretending to appear unfazed, but his eyes sparkled with a different light, one that spoke of hidden desire. ‘You’re right. I need you… more than you think. Especially when you make me feel… so real.’ His hand, which had been resting on your side, began to slowly slide down your back in a provocative manner, making you shiver under the touch.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, and despite trying to keep a light tone, you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh.

"Oh, so you’re helpless, huh? You didn’t look helpless at first, it seemed to me that you had a lot of weapons at your disposal," you replied, as your eyes lowered to his lips.

Jungwon didn’t miss a chance. ‘It’s not just the weapons I have... it’s also my instincts’ he said with a dangerous grin, ‘can’t be ignored for long.’

A shiver ran down your spine. " Oh, really? And what will you do with all these 'instincts', Jungwon?" he chuckled and pinched your side and told you to stop

"You know...I’m really curious to see what it’s like when you’re in heat."

Jungwon, in a moment, became more serious, and his breath became heavier. ‘Oh, Y/n, you have no idea what can happen when I’m in heat. But I will tell you something...’ he whispered, bringing his mouth to your ear, his warm breath against your skin. ‘If you liked it so much when I filled you up before. Wait until I’m really in heat. It will be an experience you’ll never forget.’

A shiver ran down your back, but you couldn’t hide your smile. "I can’t wait to find out, Jungwon. But I hope you’ll be ready to handle it, because... I warn you, I have my ways of making you lose your head."

His hands gently grabbed your face, forcing you to look at it. ‘Oh, I will. I promise you that I will be as intense as possible. And when that time comes... you will not run away.’

The game between you two became more and more electric and yet there was a sweetness in all this, as if, under each provocative word, there was also a hidden love. And as the storm raged outside, within you was only the warmth of a bond that was growing ever stronger.

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 2 days ago

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Oh yes a blog with requests open!! I've been reading domestic stuff all day trying to find a place I could bring my request to cause I'm in a certain mood. If it is okay I'd love to request Savanaclaw boys with their expectant s/o and feeling the baby (or even babies you can have liberty there lol) kick for the first time?? I need the cuteness. Love your stuff btw <3

Jack Howl:

Jack was treating you like a delicate flower, as if he hadn’t taken the challenge of randomly trying to arm wrestle or take him by surprise your entire relationship. You were far from fragile but you understood his hesitance as this was the first baby you were having together, trying not to fawn over how cute he would be nervously holding an infant that could probably fit in the palm of his hand. You had been trying to get him to feel a kick for awhile but it seemed the baby inside you was not willing to play fair, settling down the moment you pulled Jack’s attention; he almost wondered if he could actually feel them kicking or not. His ears flick back and his eyes widen as his hand feels the tiniest pressure against it, looking at you like an already stressed out dad who didn’t know how to handle his child’s endless demands.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona’s hands naturally rested on your stomach when you were curled up together in bed, his body pressed up against you from behind. He’d move his chin to the crook of your neck and snooze away like it was the most comfortable he’d ever been, and normally it was. He was not expecting your stomach to fight back, ears twitching as he thinks at first that you’re shifting around or trying to wiggle away from him. He presses his hands lightly against your stomach again just to feel that same pressure returned, a little kick from the bundle of joy growing inside you; he huffed at their audacity to push back at him already, wondering how you could remain asleep at a time like this.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Moments like these have always had Ruggie reflecting on the events of his life, how he had never dreamed of being financially comfortable enough to have a family of his own. He had plenty of other worries, still taking care of all those who grew up and looked out for him, but he knew that community would also extend to his own child. Everyone had seemed so excited at the announcement that it had calmed his nerves a bit, as despite having endless experience taking care of kids while he was a kid himself, he didn’t know if he was exactly dad material. He laughs a little as a well-timed kick knocks him out of his thoughts, sharing a grin with you as he decided to fully enjoy the moment—he had worked hard to get here after all.

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reidmarieprentiss · 1 day ago

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Summary: Spencer says he's keeping your relationship a secret for your safety, but why does it feel like he's just hiding you?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

Warnings/Includes: insecurities (both), hiding your partner, arguments, accusations

Word count: 4k

a/n: i've been reading so many fics about being Spencer's secret girlfriend and i just don't know how i would react

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The thought had been lingering in your mind for months, an uncomfortable weight settling deeper in your chest with each passing day. You had told yourself it didn’t matter—that you didn’t need validation from his team, that as long as you and Spencer were happy together, that was enough.

But it wasn’t.

No matter how much you tried to push it aside, no matter how many times you told yourself that Spencer had his reasons, it didn’t change the fact that after over a year together, you hadn’t met the people who meant the most to him outside of you.

At first, you hadn’t questioned it. Spencer wasn’t the type to rush things, and given what he had been through, you had understood his hesitation. You had listened with patience when he explained why he kept his personal life separate from his work. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you in that part of his world. It was simply about safety.

After Maeve… after what had happened to her… Spencer couldn’t take the risk.

And you had nodded, told him you understood, and reassured him that you weren’t upset. At the time, you hadn’t been. It made sense. He had lost someone he loved in the most horrific way imaginable. You couldn’t imagine what it had done to him. So you had accepted it, letting him set the boundary.

But as time went on, that boundary didn’t budge.

It had been creeping into quiet moments, seeping into the cracks of your thoughts no matter how much you tried to push it away. You had told yourself you understood. That Spencer had been through things you couldn’t even begin to fathom. That he wasn’t keeping you a secret out of shame but out of fear.

And you had accepted that—at least, at first.

But as time passed, his justifications felt more like excuses. Not only had you never met his team, but he hadn’t even told them you existed. Not Hotch. Not JJ. Not even Ethan, his best friend. And worst of all, not his mother.

The realization hit you hard, churning inside you like a slow-moving storm. It wasn’t just about meeting them anymore. It was about the fact that he didn’t even speak your name to the most important people in his life. If something happened to him, they wouldn’t even know to call you.

That thought hurt more than you could have imagined.

Even when you spent countless nights in his arms, listening to his stories about his team.

Even when he came home exhausted from a case, trusting you enough to let you hold him through the nightmares.

Even when you whispered “I love you” into his skin, and he whispered it back like a promise.

You were a part of his life in every other way. But in this—one of the most important parts of him—you didn’t exist.

And now, as you sat across from him in your dimly lit apartment, watching the way he absentmindedly turned the pages of his book, you knew you couldn’t keep pretending it didn’t bother you.

Not anymore.

You took a breath, forcing your voice to remain steady as you finally said, “Spencer.”

He hummed in response, not looking up from the page.

You swallowed, forcing the words out. “Can I ask you something without you shutting down on me?”

That got his attention. His eyes flickered up, scanning your face, and immediately, you saw the way his posture changed. He closed the book carefully, setting it aside. “Of course,” he said, his voice cautious.

You hesitated, your fingers curling around the fabric of your sweater. “Why don’t you want me to meet your team?”

The room seemed to shrink around you. Spencer exhaled, pressing his lips together before shaking his head slightly. “We’ve talked about this.”

“I know,” you said quickly, before he could pull away from the conversation entirely. “And I’ve tried to be understanding. I get that you want to keep me safe. I know what happened with…” You trailed off, the lump in your throat making it impossible to finish.

Spencer’s jaw clenched.

You softened your tone, leaning forward. “I’m not asking to be reckless. I just… It’s been over a year. They’re like your family. And I feel like…” You sighed, struggling to find the right words. “I feel like I don’t exist in that part of your life.”

Spencer rubbed his hands together, staring down at them. He was quiet for a long moment before finally speaking, his voice tight. “You do exist. You’re the most important part.”

“Then why won’t you let me in?” The hurt bled into your voice before you could stop it. “Do they even know about me?”

His head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Of—of course they do.”

“Do they?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended. “Why haven’t you told anyone about me? Your team. Your mom. Even Ethan. Nobody knows about me.”

His expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “You agreed. We’ve talked about this.”

“No,” you corrected gently. “We’ve talked about me meeting them. But this isn’t about that. This is about the fact that they don’t even know I exist.”

Spencer sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “You know why I don’t want to tell anyone.”

You nodded, trying to keep your voice calm despite the ache blooming in your chest. “Because you’re afraid for my safety. I know. But Spencer… how do you think that makes me feel? When you won’t even tell your own mother about me?”

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to argue, but no words came.

“The most important people in your life have no idea I exist,” you continued, your voice wavering just slightly. “I try so hard to be understanding, but—” You exhaled sharply, pressing your lips together for a moment before whispering, “It feels like you’re ashamed of me.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “No,” he said immediately. “No, it’s not that. I’m not embarrassed, I swear.”

“Then why?” you asked, your voice cracking despite your best efforts.

“Because I don’t want you to be in danger, not because I’m ashamed!” he snapped, the desperation in his voice raw and unfiltered.

You stared at him, your heart pounding. “Well, Spencer,” you said quietly, pain lacing every syllable, “it’s not looking like that right now.”

Spencer flinched at that. “That’s not fair.”

“I don’t mean to be unfair,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “I just don’t understand. They all have people in their lives. I’m sure they’ve all dated, gotten married, had kids—whatever. But you and me? It’s like I don’t belong in that part of your world.”

Spencer exhaled, his fingers twitching like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t know how. “Because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Your heart ached at that. “I know,” you whispered. “But keeping me out doesn’t mean I won’t be.”

His lips parted, but he hesitated.

You took a shaky breath. “I don’t want to feel like I’m only allowed into pieces of your life. I want to be part of all of it.”

Spencer swallowed hard. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

The admission nearly knocked the air from your lungs.

You stood up abruptly, running a hand through your hair as you exhaled shakily. “I think I’m going to—I’m leaving for the night.”

Spencer’s face fell instantly, his whole body tensing as he reached for you, fingers brushing against your wrist in a desperate attempt to pull you back.

But you snatched your body away before he could touch you.

“I’m just—I’m very frustrated right now,” you said, trying to steady your voice. “And I want to get my thoughts together. Okay? I love you.”

Spencer nodded slowly, defeated. “I love you too.”

And then you walked out the door, leaving behind the quiet sound of his unsteady breathing.

—

You barely reached your car before the first fat tears started slipping down your cheeks, blurring your vision as you fumbled with your keys. Your breath hitched as you sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white. You had held yourself together as best as possible in front of Spencer, but now that you were alone, the emotions came crashing down in waves, relentless and unforgiving.

Once the tears started, they didn’t stop.

Your shoulders shook as quiet sobs wracked your body, your mind replaying the conversation over and over again. His hesitation. His fear. The way he had looked at you like he was terrified of losing you but still too afraid to let you in.

You swiped at your face, forcing yourself to take slow, uneven breaths. You needed somewhere to go. You weren’t ready to be alone, not when your mind was spinning, or the weight of everything felt suffocating.

With trembling fingers, you unlocked your phone and opened your messages, scrolling until you found the one person you knew you could turn to: Jaz.

Hey, are you awake?

You stared at the screen, watching as the message was sent, hoping—praying—that she would respond quickly. She was your closest friend in the area, the person you could trust to be there when you needed comfort.

But your heart sank as the seconds stretched into minutes with no reply.

You sniffled, biting your lip as you thought of your next best option. It wasn’t like you had many people to turn to—not when Spencer had kept you so separate from his world. But there was one person who had always been good to you and never made you feel like you didn’t belong.

Andrews.

You pulled up his contact without overthinking it and sent a quick message.

Hey, I know it’s late, but can I crash on your couch?

Unlike Jaz, Andrews responded almost immediately.

Yeah, of course. Door’s unlocked.

No questions. No hesitation.

Just a simple reassurance that you had somewhere to go.

You exhaled shakily, momentarily clutching your phone to your chest as fresh tears welled in your eyes—not from sadness this time, but gratitude.

You didn’t have much right now. But at least you weren’t completely alone.

—

The night at Andrews’ went just as planned. No questions, no expectations—just quiet understanding. When you arrived, eyes still puffy and your shoulders drawn tight with exhaustion, he didn’t press you for details. He simply opened the door wider, letting you in without a word.

Andrews greeted you with a warm hug, one of those steady, grounding embraces that let you breathe a little easier, if only for a moment. Then he handed you a blanket and a glass of water before patting your shoulder and saying, “Get some rest, okay?”

That was it. No interrogation, no prying curiosity. Just the comfort of knowing you had somewhere safe to be.

It wouldn’t take a profiler to see that something was going on in your life—something heavy, something painful—that you weren’t ready to talk about. And Andrews, perceptive as ever, didn’t push.

You curled up on his couch, pulling the blanket tightly around yourself as you stared at the ceiling, your mind still spinning. The events of the night replayed in your head like a broken record—the way Spencer had looked at you, desperate and afraid, but still unwilling to change. The way you had walked away, not because you wanted to, but because you needed to.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop, willing sleep to come.

But even wrapped in warmth and the quiet safety of Andrews’ apartment, your heart still ached in a way you didn’t know how to fix.

—

When Spencer arrived home that evening you were expecting him to still give you space. After the way things were left, you assumed he would need time to process, think, and figure out what he wanted.

But when he walked inside, you were met with something entirely different.

“You went to Andrews’??”

Spencer’s voice was sharp, filled with an emotion you couldn’t immediately place, but it made you freeze where you were standing. He was clearly ready for you, his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was tense, eyes burning with something that felt too close to betrayal.

You frowned, setting your book down. “Yes? What’s so bad about that?”

“What’s so bad?” he repeated, incredulous. “You were frustrated and emotional, and you sought out another man?”

You blinked at him, stunned. “He’s my friend, Spencer! I just crashed on his couch. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal!”

“Why?” you demanded, throwing your hands up.

“Because I was worried sick, you never told me where you went and—” His voice cracked slightly before he caught himself, raking a hand through his hair. “And maybe I was right to be worried! You were with another man!”

“Jesus Christ, Spencer!” you yelled, your frustration boiling over. “I. Slept. On. The. Couch.” You gritted the words out, enunciating them sharply so there would be no room for misinterpretation.

Spencer let out a bitter scoff, shaking his head as he looked away, clearly feeling hurt and emotional. “Anywhere but here, yeah?”

“That’s a bit dramatic,” you muttered, folding your arms over your chest.

Spencer’s jaw tightened as he exhaled sharply, his hands twitching at his sides. “How did you even know where I was?” you asked, realization dawning on you.

His entire body went stiff. His face turned red as he realized his mistake, and you watched as he sighed in resignation, his shoulders sinking.

“Penelope hacked your phone a while ago… shared your location with me.” His voice was quiet, almost sheepish. “I—I told her you were my cousin, that I was worried about you.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “You what?”

Spencer winced, shifting uncomfortably. “I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“You lied to Penelope and had her hack my phone?” You stared at him, a mix of anger and exasperation flooding your system. “Are you serious right now?”

Spencer swallowed hard, looking guiltier by the second. “I—I just needed to know you were okay.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Safe? Or just finding another way to put me in your fucking box?”

His silence was deafening. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to argue, to fight back, but nothing came out. Nothing but the guilt flickering behind his eyes.

That was all the confirmation you needed.

You exhaled sharply, raking a hand through your hair as you tried to steady yourself, but the frustration, the hurt—it was too much. “Unbelievable,” you muttered, pacing away from him just to get some distance, to keep from saying something you couldn’t take back.

Spencer shifted uneasily, his arms wrapping around himself like he was trying to hold himself together. “I was worried about you,” he said, voice tight.

“No,” you shot back, spinning around to face him. “You didn’t trust me.”

Spencer flinched, his face crumpling slightly before he forced himself to stand his ground. “I do trust you,” he insisted, but the words didn’t carry the conviction they should have.

You scoffed. “No, you don’t. If you trusted me, you wouldn’t have done this. You wouldn’t have had Penelope hack my phone just so you could keep tabs on me.” Your voice was rising now, the heat of the moment overtaking you. “And you were so damn quick to assume the worst. You didn’t even ask me where I went, Spencer. You just decided for yourself that I was—what? Running off to cheat on you?”

Spencer shook his head violently, eyes wide with emotion. “That’s not what I thought—”

“Then what?” you pressed, stepping closer, refusing to let him weasel his way out of this. “What was it, then? Because right now, it just looks like you needed to control something. And when I walked away, when I made a choice you didn’t like, you went behind my back and found another way to keep me under your thumb.”

Spencer swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as his breathing turned uneven. “I just—I can’t lose you,” he whispered, barely audible.

You let out a sharp breath, feeling the weight of those words settles between you like a loaded gun. His voice was thick with fear, his body tense with the kind of desperation that made your chest ache.

But that desperation didn’t excuse what he had done.

“And what, Spencer?” you asked quietly, exhaustion creeping into your voice. “You think the best way to keep me is by trapping me? By making sure I have nowhere else to go?”

You closed your eyes briefly, trying to hold yourself together, but your hands were shaking, your heart pounding in a way that made you feel small. Smaller than you ever wanted to feel.

“I have no friends here other than Jaz and Andrew, who I barely see,” you began, your voice rising as frustration bled into every syllable. You started pacing the floor in a tight line, your body too tense to stay still. “All of my family is on the other side of the country,” you continued, your breath coming faster, the weight of it all pressing down on you.

Spencer stood frozen, watching you with wide eyes, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to reach for you but knew he shouldn’t.

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “I work from home—at your suggestion! I am totally isolated!” The words cracked as they left your lips, your chest heaving as the truth you had been trying to ignore finally poured out.

Spencer paled, his jaw tightening. “That’s not—”

“It is,” you cut in sharply, your hands gesturing wildly. “It is, Spencer. You’ve built this little world for us, this perfectly safe little bubble where I don’t exist to anyone but you.” Your voice trembled, raw with emotion. “And I let it happen. I didn’t even see it happening.” You exhaled shakily, running a hand through your hair, your thoughts spiraling as the realization settled deep in your bones.

Spencer shook his head frantically, his breathing uneven. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean for it to be like that.”

“Then what did you mean for it to be, Spencer?” Your voice cracked as you stopped pacing, turning to face him. “Because this? This isn’t love. This is isolation.”

His entire body tensed like he had been struck. “That’s not true, I love you,” he whispered, but he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you.

You let out a humorless laugh. “Tell me, Spencer. If I left right now—if I just walked away—who would even notice?” You swallowed hard, your throat thick with emotion. “Who would even know that I was gone?”

“I would notice!” Spencer blurted out, his voice cracking, his entire body taut with emotion. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his breathing uneven, like he was holding himself together by a thread.

You let out a bitter, humorless laugh, shaking your head as the sheer absurdity of it all crashed over you. “Of course, you would!” you snapped, your voice shaking with anger and exhaustion. “You’re the only person who even knows I’m alive!”

Spencer flinched at your words as if they had physically struck him. His eyes darted across your face, desperate, pleading, but you weren’t backing down this time.

“You killed me, Spencer,” you finally realized, your voice barely above a whisper, the weight of the words settling deep in your chest.

Spencer’s breath hitched, his entire body going rigid. “What?”

“You were so adamant about protecting me,” you continued, your voice gaining strength, trembling with the sheer force of your emotions, “that you made it so no one—no psycho, no normal human—would ever notice me.” You shook your head, wrapping your arms around yourself as the gravity of it all crashed over you. “You didn’t just keep me safe, Spencer. You erased me.”

Spencer took a step forward, his face contorted with panic, his hands reaching out like he could somehow undo everything with a single touch. “No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I didn’t—I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did,” you said, your tone sharper now, more raw. “You pulled me into your world and locked the doors behind me. You made sure I had no one but you.” You let out a sharp, bitter laugh, the realization settling deep into your bones. “And you think that’s love?”

Spencer’s breathing was uneven, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I do love you,” he said desperately.

You swallowed hard, your own eyes burning as you looked at him, the man you loved—the man you still loved despite all of this. But love wasn’t enough.

“Then why does it feel like I’m drowning?” you whispered.

Spencer inhaled sharply, but he had no answer. No explanation. Nothing but the crushing weight of silence between you.

Spencer’s mind was working in overdrive, the weight of your words crashing into him with the force of a freight train. And the worst part? You were right.

Completely and utterly right.

He had ruined your life.

He hadn’t meant to. He had thought he was protecting you, keeping you safe from the dangers he saw in every shadow. But in doing so, he had trapped you in a world where you barely existed beyond the walls of your own home, beyond him.

His breath was coming faster now, his hands trembling at his sides as the reality of what he had done settled deep in his chest. He felt sick.

You watched him, your arms still wrapped around you like you were trying to hold yourself together, your face etched with exhaustion and something far worse—defeat.

He had done this.

Spencer swallowed hard, his voice barely steady as he finally spoke. “I—I understand if you need to leave.” His throat felt tight like the words physically hurt to say. “If you want to go reclaim your life…” His voice cracked, but he forced himself to continue. “I won’t stop you.”

You blinked at him, surprise flickering across your features.

“But if you stay…” He took a shaky breath, stepping forward, his heart pounding violently in his chest. “I’ll tell them. I’ll tell everyone. I don’t want to hide you anymore—I never should have.” His voice was raw, filled with regret so heavy it nearly swallowed him whole. He met your eyes, desperate for you to see the sincerity there. “You’re way too good to keep from the world.”

Silence stretched between you, thick with uncertainty, with the weight of everything that had been said.

Spencer searched your face, terrified of what he might find—of the moment you would shake your head, tell him it was too little, too late.

But you didn’t.

Not yet.

And that meant there was still hope.

“Call Diana,” you said, your voice softer now, steadier. “Let’s do it together.”

Spencer’s head snapped up so fast you almost heard it crack. His eyes were wide, searching your face for any sign that you weren’t serious. “You—you mean it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper like he was afraid to hope.

You crossed your arms, tilting your head slightly. “Right now or so help me,” you warned, but your lips curved into a small, teasing grin—one that was laced with truth.

Spencer exhaled sharply, something between a laugh and a disbelieving breath of relief. “Okay,” he nodded quickly, scrambling for his phone. His fingers trembled slightly as he unlocked it, pulling up his mother’s number.

“And the team tomorrow,” you added firmly, raising a brow as you watched him.

Spencer froze for just a second before nodding again, determination settling over him. “Tomorrow,” he echoed.

You moved closer, placing a steady hand over his to still his shaking fingers. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, vulnerable and open, filled with something that looked suspiciously like awe.

“Together,” you murmured.

Spencer swallowed hard, nodding once more before pressing the call button.

And as the line rang, for the first time in a long time, you finally felt seen.

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monotonesmile · 2 days ago

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Can i request pregnant batsis who was dumped by her bf because he didn't want a baby. And the batsis comes back to the manor. She's younger than Dick and Jason but older that Tim and Damian. Damian doesn't know her. And she tells them they going to be uncels and Bruce a grandfather?

Batfam & Pregnant!Batsis!Reader

[Warnings: Shitty boyfriend, enough said. Some swearing]

[Fic Genre: Headcanons, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff]

[Notes: I’m not exactly the best at writing anything pregnancy related but ya gotta practice somehow! Also it’s headcanons because I needed a break from writing full fics for a second.]

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You realized you were late on your period so, just to be precautious, like your father taught you, you bought a pregnancy test, and waited for the results, anxiously waiting as you paced around the bathroom of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, and when you got the results back, so many emotions flooded you as you saw those two little red lines, you were pregnant.

You knew you should tell your boyfriend, so you waited for his return from work. When you heard the door shut, you called him to the living room, then handing him the, cleaned, pregnancy test, you were nervous for his reaction, you were hoping he’d be at least supportive and help you, but instead he glared at the test before tossing it away, and then told you either you get rid of it or you’re breaking up.

His response made your body run cold, you never expected him to give you such an unpleasant ultimatum, abortion or breaking up, and you did not want to give up the baby, you had been wanting to be a mother for a while now, and now he’s trying to take that from you? After you’ve told him so many times that you were ready to be a mom? The man you’ve loved and were ready to be with forever, told you to give up your child.

So, you told him “Fine, if that’s the case, then you’re over.”

You gathered your essentials, not looking at him even as your heart broke, carrying a bag with your electronics, some clothes, and other important items, you left the apartment, texting the man you viewed as a grandfather to pick you up, you’re coming back to the manor after breaking up with your now ex boyfriend.

You waited for a few minutes with your thoughts, only now had you begun to realize all the red flags in your ex boyfriend, he never seemed interested in anything you said, whenever you brought up marriage or having kids, he would dismiss you, maybe it was about time you broke up, it probably just saved you from a horribly toxic relationship.

You were taken out of your thoughts when the familiar car pulled up to the parking lot of the apartment complex, your mind lightening slightly as you got up and got into the passenger seat, met by the butler and the man you and your siblings considered a grandfather, Alfred.

You explained the situation on the car ride to the manor, you could feel the sympathetic gaze coming from the older man as you pulled up to the imposing building, knowing you’d have to tell your family, and you could already guess their reactions.

[Bruce Wayne]

Bruce was the first one you told after you got back to the manor, it felt…awkward to say the least, telling your father you’re pregnant, but while you still feared a similar reaction to your ex boyfriend, Bruce didn’t react that way, he asked if you were alright, if you were worried, or ready. The fact that he had immediately focused on your wellbeing made you feel so much better about this situation.

Bruce would absolutely be a helicopter parent after you told him about your pregnancy, he would take you to the doctor appointments, he’d check on you hourly to make sure any of the symptoms of pregnancy weren’t bothering you too much. He’d absolutely get you the best doctors Gotham has to offer, or even doctors from outside the gloomy city, he wants you well taken care of.

All in all, he cares about his daughter, and he is very excited to be a grandfather, even if it’s just reminding him of his age, but he would want to help with setting up a nursery for the baby, 10/10 grandpa, he would adore the kid. (He’d also keep them the hell away from vigilantism.)

[Dick Grayson]

Now Dick would be the second person to know, and he, much like Bruce, would make sure you’re okay with everything that happened, while he’s excited to be an uncle, he also knows you just with through a breakup, and being the ladies (and men) man, he would be the one to comfort you through it, he’d help keep your mind off it by using horrible jokes and puns, he’d just be happy to make you smile.

Absolutely the one to feed in on your cravings if you get them, you want pickles and chips at three in the morning? Nightwing is seen in a 24/7 store trying to pick which one you’d like more, the media has a field day with that.

He’s the one that’s going to hold you through all of your emotions, your hormones are all over the place and he’s not going to be phased, you’re angry? He'll be angry at whatever you’re angry at with you. Sad about something you watched? He will be holding you through the tears. He’s had so many girlfriends, he knows how it works now, all the emotions that are bubbling up to the surface, and goddammit he will not let his little sister down.

Just a little thing, he absolutely loves baby shopping, adores it, he wants to buy every single outfit and toy, and is very pouty when you say you can’t get everything. Still picks out a shirt that says “Best Uncle” for himself, he taunts his brothers.

[Jason Todd]

Probably one of the last to know actually, he’s not at the manor a lot, so you’d have to tell him over text, and he would be breaking so many laws to speed his way to the manor because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE PREGNANT AND YOUR BOYFRIEND BROKE UP WITH YOU BECAUSE OF IT!? Immediately offers to take care of your ex, he does not care, nobody gets away with that on his watch, he probably would still try it even if you said no.

Once he calms down, he will actually be around the manor way more often, he’s watching over you, probably the one that helps whenever you get morning sickness, or just, throwing up in general. He looms, a lot. It’s scaring people and no he will not stop, don’t bother asking.

He’s probably really good at giving massages, would be the one to help when you’re further along and your body is starting to ache and be sore, he would not want you to move around a lot. If he could, he’d carry you.

(Very huffy after Dick got the “Best Uncle” shirt, would buy a second one and write a number two on it.)

[Tim Drake]

God, this poor man is so tired and experiencing a system restart when you tell him you’re pregnant. I feel like Tim would probably just nod before disappearing into his room and immediately starts to do research on what you can and can’t eat while pregnant, and literally everything else, definitely becomes the most knowledgeable on the subject of pregnancy.

Tim would make you a mood board or something for the nursery, specifically of things you like. It's honestly kinda odd how he got everything so correct, but it’s definitely nice to have a physical idea of what you want to do for your baby’s room.

He probably made a layout of the nursery to your exact specifications and is so ready to build everything for it, crib, toy chests, a rocking chair? He’ll be the first to start building everything, his brothers would have to get there quick enough to help as well, they’d have you sit in so they know where to put everything.

[Damian Wayne]

Damian would also offer to take care of you ex, except he would make it a statement, as in, he will be going after your ex, you will have to stop him, he will commit to it, don’t test him, he’s protective over his family.

Honestly, he’s probably very confused, but he’s trying his best, he understands that you shouldn’t be doing anything stressful, so even in your early stages of pregnancy, Damian would literally take anything remotely heavy from your hands and carry it for you, it’s sweet, but he does it every. single. time.

Damian is going to fight Dick for that shirt, he’s going to be the favorite uncle, but when he can’t get the shirt from his older brother? He buys a different one, “Favorite Uncle”, Dick may claim to be the best uncle, but he’s going to be the favorite uncle, he’s taunting everyone with this fact.

[Bonus: Alfred]

Alfred is the only one that actually knows what he’s doing, he was there when Bruce was born, he knows how to help a pregnant lady, which is a much needed comfort for you.

You secretly bought him a “#1 Great Grandpa” shirt, he is going to wear it when you have the baby, he adores the shirt, even if he doesn’t wear it often, it’s special to him.

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[Requests are open!]

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library-windows · 3 days ago

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man I am sorry to start chewing on stuff on a shitpost but I think about this scene sometimes and I started spitballing to myself and, well,

Mikage looks and sounds bored/disgusted/dismissive when he says this, at odds with the content of what he's saying, that Tatsuya is a "truly good person". And we also see that Tatsuya really isn't a good person; not a monster, just kind of a shallow jerk. He likes Wakaba, but he wants her to be the one to make the move. He wants her to be the one giving love, and himself to be the one accepting it. He assumes that she must love him, despite him never actually doing anything to merit it.

Even in their little-kid hijinks, when Wakaba proclaims him her Onion Prince, he's just confused and unresponsive. He doesn't try to defend her or comfort her. (Granted, they're four or whatever, but he's already not earning the role of being somebody's "prince" by taking the initiative to protest against Wakaba's bullies; even when he's Assigned Prince By Wakaba, he fumbles it.) We're probably not meant to love the fact that Wakaba is back on her bullshit with Saionji (albeit with a different power dynamic), but we're also meant to see that she's way too good for what's-his-nuts here.

He's neither outstandingly good nor exceptionally bad. He's just kind of an immature, stupid teenage boy. So what's this exchange about?

And I think my interpretation ends up being that "you are a truly good person" here isn't a moral judgement. Mikage isn't saying he's a good person sincerely or ironically. He's saying Tatsuya fits in with Akio's system. Tatsuya is unquestioningly, and unfailingly, trying to hold up the prescribed roles of "prince and princess", "boy and girl", "powerful and dependent". He's decided he likes Wakaba because they conveniently knew each other as children, and assumes she must feel the same way, that she'll delightedly fall into his arms -- even that she'll plead with him for his attention and strive to "win" him. He is the prize by virtue of being "the [male] prince". And he fantasizes that her error in not doing what she's supposed to do and being his childhood-friend-turned-lover trope will come back to hurt her, and he'll be the gracious savior who corrects her and lets her be happy at last, but always holding that over her.

His failure isn't his own, it's that Wakaba isn't falling in line the way she's supposed to. Tatsuya himself is fitting perfectly into Ohtori's/Akio's mold. He never goes deeper because there's nothing deeper there; Tatsuya has the inner depth of a puddle on the sidewalk.

What are the Black Rose duelists? They're "bad kids" in some way. Not in the sense that they're delinquents (though Kozue plays with this), but because they're somehow failing to fit into the system, and they sense it, even if they refuse to consciously recognize why. When Mikage pushes them, they reach a point of breakdown where they face whatever deficiency makes them unable to perform their roles the way they're supposed to, and that's what gives them their power as duelists. They let their anger and grief and jealousy about whatever is broken drive them.

The Black Rose duelists can't fit into the system like the mob, but they also lack the ability to make themselves exceptional* as the Student Council duelists do. So unlike the Student Council duelists, who (at least initially) see the dueling system as a way to seize the power that they want, the Black Rose duelists want to break the system -- not to remove it altogether, but to remake it in their own image so that they become it. If they can't force themselves to fit within the limits of the system, they'll instead warp the system to fit them -- just as Mikage isn't really trying to destroy the idea of a Rose Bride or of a power structure, he's trying to make it into what he wants/needs it to be.

Tatsuya isn't failing to fit into the system, though. His failure here isn't internal; it's external, in that Wakaba hasn't correctly fallen in line with the role she's been given. He's angry and upset that she's deviating from her half of the script.

Tatsuya himself fits Akio's prescribed system perfectly; by Ohtori's definition, he's a "good person". Mikage wants to alter that system, and to do so he needs the people who can neither fit nor transcend* the system; he needs "bad people". The Black Rose duelists are ultimately driven by obsessive jealousy and inferiority (Kanae toward Anthy, Kozue toward Miki, Shiori toward Juri, Tsuwabuki toward Touga, Keiko toward Nanami, Wakaba toward Utena). Tatsuya isn't jealous of Wakaba, nor does he feel inferior to her. If anything he believes himself superior, the one she should be grateful to for choosing her. Wakaba is the inferior, and she's not acting like it.

The path he must take doesn't lie through Nemuro Memorial Hall, because it lies through Ohtori.

I think Mikage's coolness and disgust here is just because Tatsuya has wasted his time; there's nothing here for Mikage to work with. I don't think he actually cares that Tatsuya is kind of a shithead. But the choice for his rejection to be framed in terms of morality reinforces that what's good for Ohtori-as-Akio's-structure doesn't equate to goodness or individual wholeness, and it foreshadows Akio's own nature.

ionno just wanted to hash that out and articulate it for myself I guess

*Also obviously the Student Council duelists/Utena are not actually transcending the system or exceptional on that level, but they perceive themselves and are perceived as others by such; that their exceptionalism proves the rule is of course by design.

#utena

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sweetdispatch · 1 day ago

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Space - J. Hughes

masterlist pairing: Jack Hughes x fem!reader summary: You're trying to help Jack after his operation as much as you can but he's starting to put distance between you two until he snaps at you warning: argument, swear words

Past few weeks were tough for you and Jack. Since he was injured, he was helpless and the emotions were bottling in him. You could remember watching the game against Vegas and seeing him hitting the bands. It was scary for you and you still can feel the tears growing in your eyes when you think about it.

When you heard about the operation you were devastated as much as Jack was. You two had been together three years and you remembered how tough it was for him last summer. You hated seeing him so vulnerable. Nevertheless you were with him at every step of his rehabilitation. You always tried to lighten up his mood.

That’s why the scenario of going through it again completely broke you and Jack. He was mad that he had such a good season and now it’s over not even from his fault. He was mad that he couldn't help the team in fighting for playoffs. He was heartbroken that he’s forced to sit and just watch them. He wanted to be out there with guys and help them .

After the operation, you and Jack returned to New Jersey. You tried to convince him to go home - to Michigan, so he can rest and have support from his family but he was stubborn that he wants to be around the guys. You knew that there’s no point in arguing with him about it. You just wanted him to feel safe and have a good rehabilitation.

Jack was in a lot of pain after the surgery. That’s why you told him to lay in the living room and take it easy. You were helping him with everything. You always brought him medicine, you cooked for him, helped take a shower and dressed up. He felt bad that you’re doing everything around him. You already had a lot on your plate and now you had to deal with him.

No matter how many times you told him that it’s not a problem, Jack was furious at this whole situation. He should be the one running around you and not the other way. He never addressed his emotions to you, his family or his friends. He was keeping his feelings inside of him. You tried to get him to talk about how he’s feeling but he was always dismissing you.

It was tough for both of you. You felt like you two were falling apart because Jack wasn’t talking much. He was watching the Devils games and talked with his teammates about the game. You felt like a housewife who’s here to cook and clean for him. Jack felt useless by sitting on the couch and doing nothing. He desperately needed to be on the ice.

When Jack finally accepted the faith, he was slowly coming back to being himself. He was showing up at the team training, he was going out for the games and he was more cheerful. You were delighted to see him getting better and better every single day. You wanted him to feel better and was willing to do everything to do it.

Although for Jack, you were a burden. He was tired of your question about how he’s feeling. He was tired of you basically babysitting like he can’t do anything correctly. He knew how to take care of himself and you were just annoying him. You wanted to help him and that’s why you were always around him asking him questions. He felt trapped.

Instead of telling you this, Jack started acting up. He was rude towards you and at every question he was rolling his eyes. You were ignoring this at first but you were tired of this attitude. You tried to be the best for him but he was treating you like an air. Like you were no one important in his life. You missed the Jack that made you fall in love.

Jack didn’t feel any remorse for his action. He didn’t care that you were walking around the house like on tenterhooks. He needed a space and he was finally happy that he had it. With each day it was getting worse. Every word you said to him was ignored. You were having a monologue with yourself. From time to time he was looking at you but didn’t say a word. After a week you had enough. You needed to confront him. You felt like you did something to make him this mad at you.

“Can you tell me what is your problem with me?” You said to Jack when he was sitting on the couch watching a movie.

Silence. You were met with silence.

“Say something. I want to know if I did something so I can be better for you” You begged him but still, Jack didn’t say a word. Not even spare you a look. “Fine, act like a child instead of telling what’s your issue” You turned around to go to the bedroom when you finally heard him.

“You’re my problem” Jack spoke to you for the first time in a week.

“Excuse me?” You walked closer to him.

“You heard me” Jack said casually with a cold voice.

“Enlighten me” Again, Jack stayed silent. “I’m actually trying to have a conversation with you every single day but you shut me off. Spill it Hughes” You put your hands on your waist mad at him.

“You’re insufferable! You ask me every single day how I’m doing or if I took medicine. I’m not a fucking child and you’re not my mother. I can’t stand you here” Jack said with a venom in his voice.

“It’s because I love you and I care about you!” You fought back.

“Well I don’t give a shit about it! You’re just a pain in the ass with your stupid questions. I feel the same every single day. You don’t need to ask me this all the time. I don’t even want to talk with you because every conversation is about my injury. You're an annoying bitch!” Jack yelled at you. You took a step back from him, scared of his outburst. You two had been together for three years but he never raised a voice at you.

“So this is who I am for you, huh? Just an annoying bitch?” You could feel the tears spilling from your eyes.

“You’re also a good shag, however you should be more willing to suck my dick instead of jumping on him” Jack said with a serious voice and you felt humiliated. “Now get off my face and let me watch the movie. I’m done talking with you”

And you did. You went straight to the bedroom. You were crying over the words Jack said to you. Jack heard you but didn’t do anything about it. You wanted to talk so he talked with you. You started packing your things from this place. You didn’t want to see him or be around him. You packed all the things you could into a suitcase and left the apartment.

Jack didn’t even flinch when he heard the closing door. He assumed that you went out somewhere and he enjoyed the peace he had. To his surprise, you didn’t return this night home. He was worried about you until he spotted that your things from the bathroom disappeared. In that moment he just realised what he said to you but there was no coming back from it. He had to deal with the consequences of his words.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes oneshot #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #new jersey devils #v' work

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wordsofwhimsy · 2 days ago

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𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘍𝘍𝘌𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 - 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘖𝘕𝘌

Pairing: Mohawk!Mark x Reader | Sinister!Mark x Reader

Warnings: Alluding to sexual content

—Synopsis—

All surviving Variants have been brought to the Main Universe as a means to help defend and protect Earth.

It’s understood that if they try to indulge in any of their past, evil behaviors they will be promptly sent back to the wasteland universe.

The reader only ever developed a romantic relationship with Mohawk!Mark and Sinister!Mark in their respective universes, but died as a causality of battle in Mohawk!Mark’s timeline.

Being that Sinister!Mark is one of the strongest variants, the GDA obliged his condition of only cooperating with them if he was allowed to bring you to this universe, too.

To avoid using the same descriptive terms over and over again I'll be using "M.Mark" to refer to Mohawk Mark, and "S.Mark" for Sinister.

The rain was pouring outside in thick sheets, drenching everything in its path. Inside your house, however, the air felt colder than the storm. The dim lighting cast the room in an orange glow, illuminating where you sat on the couch as you fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve. You tried to muster up the courage to speak.

Mark sat on the opposite side of the room, his gaze distant, unfocused. His body language was closed off, rigid, as though he was physically there but mentally somewhere else. He hadn’t looked at you directly in what felt like days. Every attempt you made to break the silence seemed to fall flat, as though he was unwilling—or perhaps even incapable—of offering any kind of comfort.

“Mark…” you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been trying to talk to you. I just… I need something. Just a little reassurance.”

He didn’t react. Didn’t even glance your way. His gaze remained fixed somewhere outside the window, as though the storm outside was far more interesting than you.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the emptiness in the room pressing down on you. “I don’t understand. You used to be…” you trailed off, feeling the words die in your throat. What was the point in continuing? The man you once knew, the one who was obsessed with you (almost overwhelmingly so), the one who would hold you like you were the most precious resource in the world, the one who placed you on a pedestal—he was slipping further and further away. Now, all that remained was this cold, distant version of him.

Finally, he spoke, though it wasn’t to comfort you. His tone was flat, dismissive. “I don’t know what you want from me. To be honest, you’re being kind of unbearable right now…”

Your chest tightened, and the sting of those words cut deep. You had long since stopped expecting the tenderness you once shared, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You couldn’t understand it—how could he treat you like this? You wanted to reach out, to get closer to him, but he kept you at arm's length. The affection you sought, the closeness, the connection—it was all gone.

“I’m not asking for a lot, Mark. I just need you to… to care,” you whispered, almost pleading, your voice cracking at the end.

Mark’s gaze flickered to you, but it was detached—like he was looking through you rather than at you. “I care.” The word came out choked in his throat, as if physically hard for him to say. “But I’m getting a little tired of this pity party you’re having. We’re fine.” His voice was as sharp as ever, the bite in his words unmistakable. The cruel indifference felt like a slap.

You fell silent, swallowing the lump in your throat as you stood up, unable to stay there in that house any longer. You couldn’t bear to watch him, to feel like you were begging for scraps of affection that never came. You turned and walked toward the door, the weight of your heart dragging with each step.

What had happened to the love you once shared? Was this the person he had become? The person he had always been inside, buried beneath the façade of warmth and charm?

The back of your eyes acted like a projector for all your dearest – and now must painful – memories. You could vividly see Mark coming home from the chaos, his body battered but triumphant, filled with the kind of energy only someone who’d just carved their name into the world through violence could have.

His eyes would burn with intensity, always wild, always searching for something. And when he found you—always so sure of himself, so sure of you—he would pull you close, like a soldier who’d just returned from battle, needing to feel grounded. His hands would roam over your skin, not tender, but with that fervor only he had. His lips would press against yours with an almost sense of praise—a deep, guttural, obsessive need to remind you that you were his. You are mine. You are perfect. You are an extension of me. he would breath against your skin like a mantra between kisses.

There were moments when his touch made you feel like you were his greatest victory, like all the destruction and bloodshed that had led him to you was worth it. His devotion was all-encompassing, his adoration warped, twisted into something you could never quite explain, but it made you feel important. Needed. He praised you in way that was strange, almost as if he were talking to himself, as if you were a reflection of all that he had conquered. You didn’t question it. This was your reality. This was all you knew.

He was the one who built everything around him with iron fists. And you—you—were right there with him, watching him burn his way through life, loving him with a devotion that matched his own distorted sense of self-worth. You couldn’t imagine anything different. You wouldn’t have even wanted to.

But now... now, everything just felt wrong.

Ever since Angstrom had torn you from your reality, and you – along with all the other variants of Mark – were forced to live in this universe, things had changed. You could see it happening—the subtle changes that had crept in over time, the way his eyes lost their spark when he looked at you, the way his voice started sounding distant, hollow, as if the weight of his own mind was too much for him to carry.

He didn’t come home in a frenzy of passion anymore. He didn’t need to be reminded that you were there, that you were his. He didn’t praise you like he once did. His words—once so filled with unyielding confidence—now felt like empty echoes. He didn’t need to – couldn’t – conquer the world anymore, and it was as if the absence of that fire had drained so much from him. As if the very air around him had turned cold, and with it, you felt the chill, creeping into the corners of your own heart.

He rarely got to fight anymore. Couldn’t carve a path through the world to show the power he held. He wasn’t allowed to in this universe, the threat of being sent back to the wastelands always looming overhead. And you know that was tearing him apart. It hollowed him out from the inside. The man who once stood at the center of every battle, the man who demanded the world kneel before him, could no longer reign supreme.

He couldn’t suppress the world anymore. He couldn’t conquer. And without that, there was a vacancy inside of him that no amount of praise or love from you could fill.

You wished you could fill that emptiness for him, but it wasn’t your place. And, maybe, it never was.

You knew it wasn’t your fault. Hell, you knew it wasn’t even his fault; not really, at least. But the fact remained: your relationship wasn’t the same. And as much as you tried to hold on to the echoes of what you’d had, every day you felt it all slipping through your fingers.

And it hurt. Some nights, like tonight, more than you could bear.

You wondered if when he looked at you now, he still saw the person he once admired—or if he just saw another casualty of the war he could no longer fight. You wondered if the love you gave him, the love you thought was unbreakable, was crumbling into dust.

And you wondered, in the silence, if it could ever be changed.

Unknown to you, one of Mark’s variants – the one that sported a mohawk – had been floating just above the house, seemingly unphased by the heavy rains. He had heard every word, felt the crushing weight of the emotional distance between you and his counterpart, and something inside him snapped. The heartbreak of seeing you treated that way when in his universe, you had been everything.

He watched as you stepped out into the downpour, clinging tightly to your red umbrella as you walked down the street. Mark, without thought, took this opportunity. His boots landed with a heavy thud on the front doorstep slowly pushing the door open. Inside his counterpart barely flinched, his eyes flickering over to the doorway before narrowing slightly. He didn’t need to ask who had come in. He already knew.

“You don’t deserve her,” M.Mark’s voice was low, filled with an intensity that was hard to ignore. He stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides as he kicked the door shut behind himself. His eyes bore into S.Mark, filled with frustration, grief, and a deep, aching anger. “I don’t understand how you can just treat her like that. How can you not appreciate her? After everything? After all the time you’ve spent with her? How could you just shut her out like that?”

S.Mark didn’t move, his eyes locking onto M.Mark’s with the same cold indifference. He leaned back slightly in his chair, his posture relaxed, as though he wasn’t even fazed by the accusation. “You don’t know anything about me, or what I’ve been through,” he said in a flat tone, clearly unbothered by the confrontation. “She’s fine. She’ll get over it. You’ve got no claim on her, Mark. This one doesn’t belong to you.”

The words sent a surge of anger through M.Mark. His eyes blazed, chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. His voice cracked with frustration as he stepped closer. “You don’t know the first thing about love, or sacrifice. You don’t understand how lucky you are to even have her, and you’re throwing it all away because of whatever twisted, cold version of love you’ve convinced yourself is normal.” His fists clenched harder, the tension between them palpable, the air so thick with emotion it would suffocate the average man.

S.Mark’s expression remained unchanged, but there was a coldness in his eyes that betrayed a flicker of annoyance. He uncrossed his arms, standing up slowly, deliberately, his body language suddenly more menacing. “You think you have any right to lecture me? You think your pain means anything to me?” His voice dropped an octave, the words laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a ghost in this world. You’ve already lost. You’re just a sad version of a man who couldn’t even keep the woman he loved alive. And now you think you’re in a position to tell me how to treat her? How to live my life?”

The words were cruel, meant to provoke. But M.Mark didn’t flinch. He took another step forward, his chest heaving with every breath. His eyes narrowed into a cold fury that seemed to burn right through S.Mark. “I don’t give a fuck what you think. If you cross the line with her I will fucking kill you.”

The two of them stood there, face to face, inches away from each other, the weight of their anger and frustration practically radiating off them. There was a feeling that at any moment the calm veneer between them would shatter into a violent explosion. M.Mark was just a hair away from pushing S.Mark to the edge.

But then, the door opened.

You stepped back inside, eyes cast down at first as you shuddered from the cold rain, shaking off and closing your umbrella. You froze when you finally lifted your gaze, seeing the two of them standing inches from one another. You quickly became acutely aware of the silent, threatening tension, and although lost on the details, the look on their faces told you more than enough.

You felt your stomach churn, a sickening wave of confusion and dread washing over you. What the hell had happened? Why did it look like they were seconds away from coming to blows?

M.Mark’s gaze flickered to you, his face softening for a brief moment. But that softness quickly turned to something deeper—something more painful that you couldn’t understand.

For him though, it was a flash of a memory of you – the one that had made his world turn just with a flash of your smile – and the overwhelming longing he had to reach out and grab you. But you were not with him. Not in this life, here. You were not his.

With a single, almost imperceptible shake of his head, M.Mark stepped back, his eyes avoiding yours as if the weight of what he was feeling was too much to handle. “I can’t do this,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Your body seemingly acting on its own accord you found yourself moving slightly closer to him, confusion and hurt rising in your chest at the sight of his pained expression. “Are you alright?” Your voice was soft, filled with a tenderness that could smother.

He didn’t look back, his shoulders tense as he walked toward the door. “You deserve more than this,” he muttered almost bitterly, his voice filled with something that was equal parts regret, sorrow, and anger.

With that final remark he stepped out into the storm, rocketing into the sky with unhidden frustration.

“What happened?” you asked quietly, the words stumbling out. “Why was he here?”

Your Mark barely looked at you, his face still cold. “It’s nothing,” he said dismissively, as if the whole confrontation had meant nothing at all. “It’s over. Don’t worry about him. The guy’s got issues.”

You wanted to say more, but before you could form the words Mark took a step closer, his eyes darkening with something you knew all too well—an edge of something physical, something he always used to silence the tension between you two.

“You done with your little hissy fit now?” His voice was low, almost predatory, and his words felt heavy in the space between you. “Because I’m ready to make you feel good again.”

You flushed at his words, a wave of embarrassment and heat sweeping over you. This was the only language he spoke anymore. It was the only thing that ever seemed to break the cold distance he had put between you. The reality of it hit you like a slap—this was what he had reduced your relationship to.

Your heart thudded heavily in your chest as he moved toward you, that same practiced smirk curling at the edge of his lips. He wasn’t asking, not really. His gaze said it all—he was in control, and you were meant to follow. And you, desperate for any semblance of affection from him, would trail him like a shadow.

He stepped past you, his hand brushing against your arm, leading you down the hall toward the bedroom, the tension from earlier still lingering between you like a heavy fog.

But there was nothing left to say. The door clicked shut behind you, and the world outside continued to storm. And ignorant to you, but of course not to Mark, his counterpart had never truly left. He still lingered in the sky above the house, his stare burning into the shingles of the roof as if it would collapse beneath the weight and give him a clear view of you. His fists were clenched at his sides, the muscles in his arms taut with tension. He shouldn't be there. He should be gone, away, anywhere but there. But his body was fixed in that point in space, the pull of something dark and twisted keeping him anchored.

Inside the room, he could hear it—the unmistakable sound of you and him. The other version of him. The version whose world was still illuminated by your light, the one who hadn’t been left in this world with nothing to remind him of his own identity. The one who still had you. Mark's breath hitched, his stomach twisting with something he couldn't quite name. It wasn’t anger, not at first. It was something deeper. Something visceral.

The sounds from inside the room flooded his ears. Your voice, soft and breathless, calling out in pleasure. That’s what did it. The way you sounded so free, so open with him. And then S.Mark’s low growl, his deep, commanding voice that was all confidence, all power. Mark’s jaw clenched, his throat going dry as he turned his head away, as if that would shut out the noises.

Every gasp, every sigh from you made his skin burn, his fingers twitching and reaching out slightly, as if he could feel you beneath his own hands.

That was supposed to be his praise, his obsession, his touch. The things he once gave you in his own twisted way. The things he once thought were proof of his love. But this? This was wrong.

His jaw clenched so hard it ached, and yet, he didn’t move. The sounds of you—his you—and him—the other him—seeped into his mind, poisoning his thoughts, grinding into his chest until he couldn’t breathe. His heart beat so loudly, so painfully, that he could barely hear the noises inside the room. But they were still there, like a hammer driving deep into his skull.

This isn’t right. This shouldn’t be happening.

But it was. And no matter how much he told himself to leave, to escape the twisted knot in his gut, his body betrayed him. He was completely frozen in place, listening. Listening wordlessly to you with him. The sound of you unraveling under the other Mark’s touch, under his control. And it sickened him, but he couldn’t make himself stop.

There was a rawness to it. A harshness in the way S.Mark’s voice filled the room. The way he demanded you. The way he didn’t ask, didn’t plead. He took. He had you, and you—you—were giving it to him, freely, openly. There was no hesitation. There was no fear. Only him.

Marks fingers curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms as if he could physically hold back the rush of emotions threatening to tear through him. It should be me, he thought, his mind a swirling mess of anger and confusion. It’s supposed to be me.

The sound of the bed creaking, the rush of breaths becoming more frantic, more urgent, rips him from his thoughts. His stomach lurches, the bile rising in his throat, but his body betrayed him again. He stayed. He listened. Every sound pulled him deeper into the dark, twisted pit of jealousy and rage that churned inside him. He hated this. Hated him. Hated the way he felt so small above that house, listening to what felt like the final unraveling of everything.

The weight of the silence between his breaths is deafening. He should’ve left. He should’ve stormed away, broke everything, anything to stop this feeling, to stop this moment from ever happening. But he didn’t.

Instead, Mark stayed motionless. The heat of your pleasure mixing with the sickening taste of his own jealousy, the taste of losing you but knowing this you had never been his to begin with.

And even as the noise inside the room escalated, even as the sounds of your pleasure rose higher, Mark still couldn’t force himself to leave. His fingers trembled, his chest tightened, but he stayed. Stayed until it was over, and every shred of sanity was torn from his mind.

→ 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙬𝙤 ←

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neigepomme · 1 day ago

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˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ more than you'll ever know / caleb x reader

synopsis; you tell caleb that you love him — except you reaaaaally tell him that you love him.

🍎 pomme's notes — i was listening to violet crazy by dpr ian while writing this!! it's so calebcore, do listen to it..

⋆ 700 words / fluff / reader is gender neutral / 2nd person

“caleb?”

“mmh?”

“i love you.”

the brunette stands in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the both of you when you hear the sound of chopsticks falling from his hands. after picking them up with his evol, he turns slowly to face you, showcasing a nonchalant expression — though his growing smile and the light flush on his cheeks betray that nonchalance.

“yeah? to what do i owe this love declaration?”

you stand up and stride towards him quickly, with a grin plastered on your face now.

“i love you, caleb. i love you!”

he chuckled, the blush on his cheek becoming more and more prominent. putting down the cooking utensils, he leans against the counter and crosses his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face.

“love you too, pips. did you break one of my model airplanes? is this your attempt at softening the blow?”

now it's your turn to giggle a bit while shaking your head. even if you did break one of his things, caleb wouldn't ever be mad, and he's made sure you knew that. you get even closer to him, looking up at his curious eyes — he really held the universe within them.

“i love you! i love you i love you i love you, i loooooove you!!”

caleb was at a loss. akin to a puppy, he tilted his head in lovestruck confusion. hearing you tell him you love him unprompted was so very welcomed, but he still couldn't shake off the shyness overcoming him, or the rosy red blush taking over his face.

it's not like he didn't know you loved him. you always went above and beyond to let him know. bookmarking recipes using his favorite type of apples, sending him puppy videos that reminded you of him, the little trinkets and matching items you'd send over to his place in skyhaven with little "i miss you always" notes — he felt loved, though a bit undeserving of your devotion.

his job as a colonel within the fleet forced him to do some.. unsavory stuff that you wouldn't have tolerated from anyone, except caleb wasn't just anyone. time and time again, you reassure him that no matter what he's done, no matter what demons he's fighting on his own, he'll always have a place to come home to. your love is unconditional, and you'll always be there welcoming him with open arms.

in return, caleb showered you in love too. never too shy to declare how much he adored you, always spoiling you (if he was going to do unethical things within the fleet, he sure as hell was going to get paid accordingly) and making sure you felt loved, no matter if he was up in skyhaven or by your side in linkon. he's in the deepspace tunnel? no need to worry, because he made sure you'd receive a delivery of your favorite flowers daily, with little love letters he carefully wrote for you to read. craving his signature braised chicken wings? in your fridge was a box of them that he made sure to prepare before he took the train back to skyhaven. if he wasn't there in person, you could hug the little airplane plushie he spritzed with his cologne, and when he was there? you'd feel the warmth of his embrace whenever your heart desired.

but man, hearing you confess your love to him in such a straightforward manner would always make his heart skip a beat. he's pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of you clearing your throat and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“earth to my pilot? i love you.”

caleb smiles genuinely and wraps his arms tightly around your waist in return, relaxing into you. his face hides in the crook of your neck when you feel a droplet of water on your skin, and you swear you could hear a slight sniffle — but before you can look down at him and ask what's wrong, you get interrupted by a soft kiss on the underside of your jaw.

“i love you too. more than you'll ever know.”

🍎 pomme's final notes — 20 pulls until i can get farspace deprivation everyone cheer for me rq..

also thinking about him makes me feel so emo.. i think he deserves a vacation and to be cared for for once!! love me a provider but maaaan i wish caleb could understand that he's loved with no expectations like. he is so selfless oh my shayla 💔💔

#⋆ pomme writes #caleb #caleb x reader #caleb x you #lads x reader #lads caleb #lads #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #⋆ neigepomme

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theonottsbxtch · 9 hours ago

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GHOST OF HER | LN4

an: i can't remember which song inspired me to write this, but i had it on loop and cried and wrote this so please enjoy this angst

wc: 3.4k

synopis: lando and his girlfriend had been broken up for 6 months, he tried to make it work with the new girl, he really did. but lando never moved on - he just coped and when his new girl was getting jealous,t here was only so much he could take.

IT HAD BEEN SEVEN MONTHS SINCE SHE'D LEFT.

Seven months since she packed her bags, closed the door behind her, and never looked back. Seven months since he sat on the floor of their flat, staring at the dent in the carpet where her suitcase had been, replaying every second of the moment she walked away. He had thought she was the one. The love of his life. The mother of his future children. The woman he’d grow old with.

And then, one evening, with no warning he could stomach, she was gone.

For the first few months, he didn’t feel real. He moved through Monaco’s streets like a ghost, haunting the bars, slipping between soft bodies and red-painted lips, drowning in perfume that wasn’t hers. One night after another, a different name, a different bed, hands on his skin that felt like nothing at all. It should have helped. It didn’t.

Eventually, he settled. A girl, warm and bright and willing, started staying the night. Then a few nights. Then most nights. Until, at some point, it just became them. She loved him. He just about liked her.

She knew, of course. Not at first, not completely, but she must have suspected. The way his fingers lingered on the pages of books that weren’t his. The way he pulled away in the mornings, something unreadable in his expression when he stared at the chair in the corner of the room where a silk scarf—one that wasn’t hers—was draped over the backrest.

The first time she saw the bracelet, she said nothing. Just glanced at it in the dish on his nightstand and looked away.

The second time, she reached for it. Let it pool in her palm. Ran her thumb over the clasp like she wanted to break it.

“This is hers, isn’t it?”

He didn’t need to ask who she meant.

He barely looked up from his phone. “I’ll get rid of it.”

A lie.

She scoffed, but she didn’t argue. Didn’t snap at him, didn’t throw it at the wall like maybe she wanted to. Instead, she set it back down with too much care, like even she didn’t want to be the one to shatter it.

It wasn’t just the bracelet. It was the scarf still draped over the chair in the corner, silk pooling like a ghost had just slipped it from their shoulders. It was the row of books on the shelf, the ones with dog-eared pages and underlined passages, ones she had once traced her fingers over while leaning into his side, ones that weren’t his. It was the perfume in the bathroom, untouched but never fading, its scent still thick in the air long after she had gone.

It was the way he looked at all of it, not like objects, not even like memories, but like a wound he refused to let heal.

She should have left by now.

Instead, she stood by the bed, arms folded, breathing too carefully. “Do you even want to move on?”

Her voice was quieter this time. Uncertain. Tired.

Lando should have lied.

Should have reached for her hand, should have told her he did, of course he did, of course she was enough. It would have been easier. Kinder.

Instead, he exhaled slowly, staring at the bracelet, and said nothing at all.

She waited.

For a moment, maybe two, she stood there, arms still folded, waiting for something—an answer, a denial, a lie she could cling to. But Lando had nothing to give her. He just sat there, his gaze fixed on the bracelet, his silence stretching between them like an open wound.

Eventually, she exhaled, shaking her head, muttering something under her breath that he didn’t quite catch. Then she climbed into bed beside him, turning onto her side, away from him, pulling the covers up to her shoulder.

She wasn’t leaving. Not yet.

She never did, even though he half-expected her to.

She was the kind of girl who wanted to be enough, who believed if she just stayed, just held on a little longer, maybe one day he’d look at her like he once looked at the ghost she was trying to replace.

But she wasn’t her.

And he would never look at her like that.

She was gone by morning.

Not for good—just to work, or wherever she went when she wasn’t here. She left a mug in the sink, a damp towel on the bathroom floor, her perfume lingering in the air. A presence. A reminder that she was real, that she existed, that she loved him.

He should have cared more than he did.

Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bracelet, the indent of her head still on the pillow beside him.

He should have thrown it away by now.

That was what normal people did, wasn’t it? Moved on. Let go. Cleared the space in their lives for something new, something better, something real.

He reached for it. Just held it for a moment, turning it over between his fingers.

The clasp was a little loose. It always had been. He remembered fastening it for her once, standing behind her in the mirror, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder as he did. She had smiled at him then, one of those soft, effortless smiles that made him believe in things like forever.

Forever.

What a fucking joke.

He dropped the bracelet back into the dish, scrubbing a hand over his face.

Maybe tonight he’d tell her to stop asking. Maybe tonight he’d finally lie, say he loved her, say he was ready to move on.

Maybe tonight he’d even believe it.

But not this morning. Not yet.

He got up, stepped over the towel she left on the floor, and went to take a shower.

By the time she had returned that evening, Lando had poured himself a drink.

It wasn’t a bad habit. Not really. Not yet. One glass, maybe two, something smooth and expensive, the kind of drink that suited a man who was supposed to have his life together. But that was the thing about grief, wasn’t it? It didn’t care how much money you had, how many women warmed your bed, how many times you told yourself you were fine. It still sat in your chest like rot, eating you from the inside out.

The flat was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of whisky and something else—something heavier. The weight of the past, maybe. He leaned against the counter, fingers curled around the glass, swirling the amber liquid slowly, staring at nothing in particular.

She dropped her bag by the door, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she stepped towards him.

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

His fingers tightened around the glass. “Forgot what?”

She gave him a look. “We’re supposed to be going out tonight. Drinks with the other drivers. You said we would.”

Lando exhaled through his nose, tipping his head back, downing the rest of his whisky in one go. The burn in his throat was welcome.

She sighed but didn’t argue. Instead, she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m going to get ready.”

And with that, she disappeared into the bedroom.

He stood there for a moment, rolling his shoulders back, rubbing a hand across his jaw. He should have told her no. Should have said he wasn’t in the mood, that he was tired, that he had a meeting in the morning. But he didn’t.

Instead, he pushed off the counter and followed her lead.

By the time she reappeared, he had already changed—dark shirt, tailored trousers, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A mask of effort, of normalcy, of a man who was trying.

She disappeared into the bathroom, and he barely paid it any mind. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his watch, focusing on the way the leather strap felt against his skin. He could hear the faint sound of water running, the click of bottles, the rustle of fabric. Normal sounds. Domestic sounds.

And then—

Then he smelt it.

It wasn’t strong. Not yet. Just the faintest trace of something familiar, something he hadn’t smelt in a long time but would recognise anywhere. His muscles locked up before he could stop himself.

No.

It wasn’t possible.

The door opened, and she stepped out, smoothing down the hem of her dress. His stomach twisted as she walked towards him, as the scent followed her, as it wrapped around him like invisible hands, clawing at his throat.

That perfume.

Her perfume.

She came up behind him, looping her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her voice was soft, teasing.

“Baby, I didn’t see the gift you left me in the cabinet.”

His blood ran cold.

The perfume.

The bottle he had bought months ago. The one he never got the chance to give her. The one that had sat untouched, hidden away, waiting.

It had always been hers.

And now—now it was on someone else’s skin.

His jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His hands curled into fists against his thighs.

He should have said something. Laughed it off, pulled her closer, kissed the side of her head and pretended it was nothing.

But he couldn’t breathe past the scent. Couldn’t think past the memory of her, of bare shoulders and laughter in the early hours, of soft kisses and whispered promises, of a love that had never been meant to last.

She squeezed his waist lightly. “Shall we go?”

Lando swallowed, forcing himself to nod.

“Yeah,” he said, voice hollow. “Let’s go.”

And just like that, he let another ghost haunt him into the night.

The bar was crowded, warm with bodies and the hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, the occasional burst of laughter from somewhere in the background. Lando was there, physically, but he wasn’t really there.

He nursed his drink, ice melting, condensation pooling against his fingertips. The others talked, joked, shared stories, but he barely listened. His responses were automatic, nods at the right moments, half-hearted smiles that didn’t quite reach his eyes. She was beside him, her hand resting on his thigh under the table, fingers curling gently, possessively. But he felt nothing.

The scent of her perfume was still clinging to her skin, drifting towards him every time she shifted. It was suffocating. Drenched in memories he didn’t want to touch.

At some point, she turned to him, nudging his arm. “You alright?”

He nodded, took another sip of his drink. “Fine.”

She frowned, unconvinced, but didn’t push. Not yet.

The night dragged. The drinks kept coming. Someone cracked a joke, and she laughed, leaning into him, her lips brushing his jaw as she whispered something playful in his ear. A private joke, something meant to tether him to her, to now.

But it didn’t work.

Because all he could think about was how she used to do the same. How she used to lean in close, her breath warm against his skin, whispering words that only belonged to them.

And now she was gone. And he was here. And none of it felt right.

They got home late.

She kicked off her heels with a sigh, rubbing at the ache in her feet. He went straight to the kitchen.

She watched him from the doorway as he flicked on the kettle, moving through the motions with quiet precision. Reaching for a mug, dropping in a teabag, waiting as the water boiled. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe.

“Are you going to tell me what your deal is?”

Lando didn’t answer straight away. He poured the water, let it steep, added just a splash of milk. Stirred slowly.

Her patience frayed. “You’ve been a million miles away all night.”

Still, he didn’t reply. Just reached for his mug.

It wasn’t just any mug. It was hers.

White ceramic, worn from use, their thumbprints pressed into the glaze in the shape of a heart—a stupid, sentimental thing she had made them buy at a tiny shop near the marina. He should have thrown it away months ago. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He wrapped his hands around it, the warmth seeping into his skin.

She exhaled sharply, a scoff laced with frustration. “You don’t even care, do you?”

He lifted the mug to his lips, took a slow sip. The tea was still too hot, but he barely felt it.

She let out a huff, pushing herself off the doorframe. “Forget it.”

Her footsteps were sharp as she walked away, leaving him standing there in the dim kitchen, alone with his ghosts.

And he let her go.

Again.

The following morning, Lando had a meeting and then was set to play a round of padel with Max.

He woke early, the flat still silent, the weight of last night pressing into his skull like a dull ache. She was still in bed, turned away from him, her breathing slow and even. Asleep, or pretending to be. Either way, he didn’t wake her.

He showered, dressed, and grabbed a coffee on his way out, barely taking a sip before setting it down on the counter. His shirt and shorts matched, his watch fastened, everything in place. From the outside, he looked put together. Like a man who had somewhere to be, something to do, a life moving forward.

But his mind was elsewhere.

He barely remembered the drive to his meeting, barely listened as Zak spoke, nodding at the right moments, offering clipped responses. When it was over, he checked his phone, saw a message from Max confirming the padel court reservation. A part of him considered cancelling, but he didn’t. He needed the distraction.

So he pushed it all down—the night before, the scent of perfume that wasn’t hers, the weight of a mug he should have let go of long ago.

And he left.

She didn’t know what made her do it, but the minute the door locked behind him, she grabbed a bin bag and started throwing his ex’s things inside.

The scarf first. The one draped over the chair in the corner, untouched but ever-present. Then the books. The ones he never read but never moved, the ones with underlined passages that weren’t his. They went into the bag without hesitation.

Her pulse pounded.

She moved to the bathroom, yanking open the cabinet. The perfume bottle sat there, half-used, a reminder, a relic. Her stomach twisted.

She grabbed it, her grip tightening around the glass.

It should have been hers.

All of this should have been hers. The flat, the space in his life, the love he never gave her but still bled for someone else.

She hurled the bottle into the bin bag, the sound of glass hitting plastic sharp in the silence.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

She wanted to wipe her from existence. Wanted to strip the flat of every trace, every lingering ghost. She wanted him to have no choice but to look at her—to really look at her—and see what was in front of him, not what he had lost.

But no matter how much she binned, she knew.

She would never be enough.

She tied the bag, dragging it to the door, her breath unsteady.

And then she waited.

Waited for him to come home. Waited to see if he would even notice.

Waited to see if he would finally let go—or if, once again, he would let her be the only one left hurting.

The moment Lando stepped through the door, he knew.

The air felt wrong. Lighter. Emptier.

His gaze flickered around the flat, his stomach twisting before his mind even caught up. The chair in the corner—bare. The bathroom cabinet—door slightly ajar, something missing. The bookshelf—space where there hadn’t been space before.

His chest tightened.

Slowly, he set his keys down on the counter, his fingers pressing against the cool surface as he exhaled through his nose, steadying himself.

She appeared from the hallway, arms crossed, her expression tense. She had been waiting.

“You binned them,” he said, voice eerily calm.

She lifted her chin. “I—”

His jaw clenched. “Where?”

She hesitated. “Lando—”

“Where.”

Her eyes flicked towards the door. The bin bag sat there, tied up neatly, waiting to be taken out. Waiting to be erased.

Something in him snapped.

She started speaking again, her voice tight with frustration. “You can’t seriously be angry about this. I mean, for God’s sake, Lando—this is pathetic! You’re holding onto a relationship that doesn’t exist anymore. She left. She’s not coming back.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides.

“I’ve been patient,” she continued, stepping closer. “I’ve given you time, I’ve let you grieve, but I will not—”

“Get out.”

Her breath hitched.

“What?”

His eyes locked onto hers, cold and unreadable.

“Get. Out.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

She searched his face like she was looking for something—doubt, regret, anything that would tell her this was just a knee-jerk reaction, something she could talk him out of.

But there was nothing.

Just silence.

Just the weight of the choice she had forced him to make.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “You’re really doing this?”

He said nothing.

A sharp, bitter laugh escaped her lips, but it held no real humour. “You’re throwing me out over some rubbish?”

Still, he said nothing.

Because it wasn’t about the things. Not really. It was about what they meant. What they were.

The last remnants of something he couldn’t let go of.

She let out a slow, measured breath, her gaze dark with something between anger and hurt. Then, with a sharp nod, she turned.

No pleading. No final words.

Just the sound of her heels clicking against the floor as she grabbed her bag, yanked open the door, and stepped out.

The second the door slammed shut, the flat was quiet again.

Lando closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, pressing the heels of his palms against his temples.

The scent of that fucking perfume still clung to the air.

And he had never felt more alone.

Lando barely made it to the kitchen before his legs gave out.

His back hit the counter as he slid down onto the cold floor, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking where they rested uselessly in his lap. His throat was tight, unbearably tight, and he let his head fall back against the cabinets, squeezing his eyes shut.

But it didn’t help.

Because the moment he closed them, she was there.

Not the one who had just walked out.

Her.

Sat on the sofa next to him, knees drawn up, a book open in her lap. He could see the way her lips moved as she read under her breath, the way she twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger without even realising she was doing it. He could see the crease between her brows, the small frown she always made when she reached a part she didn’t like.

His chest ached.

He opened his eyes, but it didn’t stop.

She was perched on the countertop now, bare legs swinging, watching him as he pulled food from takeaway bags, her laughter warm and teasing.

"Did you really have to order this much?"

He could almost hear himself scoff, the way he’d rolled his eyes, handing her a container. "You say that now, but you’ll be the first to complain when I don’t share."

The memory hit like a punch to the ribs.

He turned his head, desperate to shake it, but she was still there.

In nothing but her underwear, sprinting down the hallway, shrieking with laughter as he chased her with a pair of dirty socks.

"Lando, I swear to God—"

He had caught her, tackled her onto the bed, their limbs tangled, their laughter dissolving into breathless kisses, into whispered I love yous against each other’s skin.

His vision blurred.

The flat was empty. Silent. Cold.

But he could still hear her.

Still hear that laugh, bright and unrestrained. Still hear the way she used to call his name, still hear the way she used to hum under her breath in the mornings, the way she used to say I love you like it was the easiest thing in the world.

The sob tore out of him before he could stop it.

Then another.

And another.

He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, but the tears kept coming, hot and unrelenting, his chest heaving, his whole body shaking.

She was everywhere.

In the walls. In the air. In him.

And no matter how much time passed, no matter how many times he tried to move forward, no matter how many people tried to take her place—

She was still his.

And he would never, never be hers again.

the end.

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