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Here have a snippet of the next chapter for HTRAJ y'all :D I'm mid write and I'm vibin' with what I have so far
âHeâs long gone, Eds. Can we go back inside now? Itâs fucking freezing out here,â Gareth asked, rubbing at his bare arms and shivering as the frigid winter wind raced past them. Eddie could barely feel his own body, but he ignored both the cold and Garethâs words, walking towards his van.Â
Steve was there. He had to be. He had to be, or else Eddie was going to lose his mind worrying over what was probably nothing, and he might say something incredibly stupid when they actually found Steve, and that would ruin everything they had worked so hard to build.
Luckily for Eddieâs increasingly fragile heart and mind, he spotted a familiar pair of beat up old converse poking out, attached to dark wash jeans that he instantly recognized. Eddie practically melted in relief, jogging around to the other side, needing to see Steveâs face.Â
He opened his mouth to spout off some stupid quip about dining and dashing, but he stopped short the second he saw Steveâs state. All of the relief instantly vanished, replaced by a bone deep dread that overtook Eddieâs entire being.Â
Steve was sitting on the ground, his knees pulled close to his chest and his eyes staring firmly at the pavement. He was as still as a statue and just as silent, barely even blinking as he took shallow uneven breaths. Eddie could see him shaking from where he stood, trembling like a leaf in the wind as he continued to just stare at nothing.Â
Something was wrong.Â
#tw anxiety#tw panic attack#htraj#Steve joins hellfire au#just feeling like sharing a lil bit#lmao I told myself I wouldn't and I'll probably end up deleting these tags so like#feel free not to read these I'm being a little petty#if I had a nickle#For every time someone clearly took 'inspiration' from an idea of mine and basically blatantly just did their own version#And then pretended like they had never even seen my thing or barely even knew about it#I would have two nickles#and that's not a lot#but its WILD that it happened twice#the worst part is if they had just been honest and been like hey you inspired me w x y z so I decided I wanted to write my own!#I would LOVE it#I would reblog it chat with htem be friends#Instead I feel like someone took something I worked on and cared about and tried to steal it and pretend they didn't#y'all I adore hearing when people wrote something bc I wrote a fic that inspired them it's such a compliment#This just feels#uncomfortable#ANYWAYS that's Liam's lil rant in the tags today#Again if you have a problem pls just ignore this it's literally just me needing to verbalize how not okay about this I am
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i win. ft hoshi x fem!reader ( 18 + MDNI )
summary: if kwon soonyoung has one hater in this universe itâs definitely you. despite having the same friend group youâre usually icy to him as you can't seem to get along to save your life. or at least that's how it appears. soonyoung though through his own curiosity discovers a truth you've tried to bury deep insideâŚmaybe something else needs to be buried deep inside you, and it will if he gets his way.
⥠pairing: hoshi x fem!reader
⥠genre: smut w a lil plot ( growth! )
⥠word count: 9.5k
⥠this work feats: hoshi being annoying lmao, reader also being annoying. fingering, protected piv sex ( proud of myself for that one), oral ( receiving ), lots of descriptions of lady parts, there is a LOT of swearing in this one. some mild jihoon flirting too. let me know if I missed anything.
a/n: feel free to judge me for that summary because I deserve it lmao. as an aries i got that dawg in me so i'm probably just as competitive as hoshi. which is probably why reader is a lil petty. i could not imagine the chaos unleashed upon the world if hoshi could read minds in reality. anyway i'm having a ton of fun writing in this weird little universe. I think I was going to write Jun next butttttt there's a part two to this one specifically. Yes it is woozi x reader x hoshi why do you ask? I haven't revealed what Woozi's ability is yet either so it's gonna be fun! also time travel, campus radio dj!vernon is coming too because i've started working on that one as well.
âIs Soonyoung coming?â You found yourself asking despite already knowing the answer. Seokmin had finally come out of being stuck in his girlfriendâs armpit and actually wanted to see his friends for once. He had recently scored his first big paying theater gig and wanted everybody to come out and celebrate tomorrow. That meant you of courseâŚbut alsoâŚKwon Soonyoung.
âY/n heâs one of my best friends. I canât not invite him. He even taught me to dance, I doubt Iâd be scoring these kind of roles if he hadnât helped me.â Seokmin replied in exasperation, but he was pouting. This wasnât the kind of thing you could turn down without hearing about it every single day or your life with Seokmin.
âFine. Iâll come with Jun, stay for an hour but the moment he starts up with me Iâm gone.â You said in irritation, already regretting the idea that you'd be in a room with him.
âYou know that old saying right? Heâs only messing with you because he likes you. Or maybe because you started it. I donât know, itâs kinda hard with Soon he doesnât know what the high road is. If someoneâs mean to him he takes that as a personal challenge to either get them to like him or to hate him more.â Seokmin responded and you frowned.
You knew all too well how irritating you could be but you didnât start it. Soonyoung started it the moment he called you dour and boring â unprovoked no less! You'd been minding your business and no you were never interested in involving yourself with the weirdness Soonyoung got up to. That didnât make you boring, it made you sane. So it was fuck him until the end of time. Or thatâs what you were trying to project anyway.
âHe started it. Iâm just finishing things.â You snapped and Seokmin feigned hurt. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âI said Iâd come okay. Thatâs all youâre getting out of me. I do not have to be happy about it at all.â
âThatâsâŚnot nice. But I wonât complain. Itâll be fun. Lots of drinks, he wonât even know youâre there.â Seokmin said patting your shoulder gently.
You scoffed at Seokmin. âThatâs what you said last time when we did that birthday dinner for Hannie and within five minutes we were arguing and I was about to hit him over the head with a fire extinguisher and go to jail.â
Seokmin couldnât fight back a grin. âOh yeah you did almost kill him that night. I forgot thatâs why we stopped inviting you both to things. But you know what? After that night he told me he doesnât really think you hate him. He was really freaked out at first. He said heâs always able to win everyone over. But not you, but then I donât knowâŚthe next morning he was all happy. He said you didnât actually hate him. You were just keeping up appearances, being tsundere or whatever.âÂ
You sighed. âThatâs because he lives in la la fucking land and doesnât understand boundaries and reality. This is why I really donât want to go.â
âWow, so you mean it? Youâre going to miss out on such an important event in my life because of one guy? Kwon Soonyoung of all people? He can dictate your whole life like that?â
You let out a groan. âHey donât use your shitty psych electives on me. Iâll go. But like I said one hour and then Iâm gone.â
It took around forty five minutes for Soonyoung to figure out you were at Seokminâs party. Longer than you anticipated but still right at the hour mark nonetheless. Which meant it was time to go, except you literally had no idea where your ride was. One moment you and Jun were dancing, giggling with one another and then the next he was gone and somehow Soonyoung was there. He had a wicked grin on his stupidly cute face and the grin was only growing wider.
The intensity of the urge to hit him and then kiss him was stronger than anticipated no doubt due to the fact that you were two red solo cups in with whatever jungle juice Mingyu threw together. That is what also made Soonyoung infuriating. Not only did he annoy you to no end but he had the nerve to be so enticingly attractive and sometimes hilarious while he did it, which made it hard to be his number one hater a title you took even more serious than your grades at this point.
âYou come to parties now?â He asked, hiding his grin against the rim of the cup in his hand.
âWhy are you talking to me?â You responded in irritation and he lowered his cup slouching against the wall to face you fully.
âYouâre always so bitchy with me. Itâd be annoying if I didnât know you think Iâm cute.â
Heat flooded your face for just a moment. How the hell did he know that? You never told anyone...well maybe Jun, glancing at him though he had the same shit eating grin he wore when he felt he was right or winning at something. And a good portion of the time he was wrong. He was saying this to get you riled up no doubt, just throwing stuff at the wall to see what sticks so he could use it against you at some point in some awful embarrassing way.
You let out a bitter laugh. âFunny, I thought youâd gotten past your delusional phase.â
Soonyoung leaned in closer his breath ghosting against your ear. âIâm practically shit faced but I know for a fact you want to ride my dick.â
This caused actual laughter to burst out of you. He was definitely drunk, and definitely trying to get under your skin. He usually went the obnoxious route, seducing you or whatever this was seemed to be a new trick he was trying out. You had no doubt that if you admitted it heâd personally make a website dedicated to the fact just to embarrass you. Or he'd rent out the band or something to broadcast it to everyone. Either way you weren't biting. âSoonyoung, youâre drunk. Get away from me.â
You started to walk away but he took hold of your arm pulling you back. Taking in the look on your face he immediately let go and took a step back. But he was still smiling, and it wasnât his shit eating grin. This was something else. This was a smirk, a knowing â you didnât like the look of that at all. Which is probably why you even bothered engaging him. The last thing you wanted was for him to think this was a conversation he won.
âLook whatever you think you know youâre wrong. Once back in sophomore year I think I told Jun you looked cute at the talent show. You had on leather pants â it was cool to see you dance because thatâs the only time that night you werenât talking and you werenât fucking being the bane of my existence. The Y/n of now is wildly different and understands that leather pants, good dancer or not, youâre the absolute worst.â You said with a nonchalant shrug.
But that didnât deter him at all. He looked bemused, utterly unconvinced by what you were saying, which seemed to infuriate you in your drunken state more. He should be wanting to argue, not just standing there smiling and looking completely rideable as he so helpfully pointed out. His grin widen. Shit. Did you say that out loud?
âWe should make out.â He said in reply.
âWhy the hell would I do that?â You asked in disbelief.
âProof. If you donât want me. Kiss me. Iâll be able to tell.â
You scoffed. âFuck that. Iâm going to find Jun.â You werenât being baited into weird Soonyoung shit. This is why the two of you didn't hang out. Being his friend was akin to majoring in getting into nonsense, something you had no interest in. You begin weaving through people at the party in search of your friend. But Soonyoung was right behind you.
âSee this is the response of someone who definitely wants to fuck me. I mean you wonât kiss me because you know itâll mess with you and Iâll be able to tell. A great philosopher once said that sometimes two people have to have sex to solve their problems.â He downed the rest of his drink and tossed the cup absentmindedly, accidentally hitting Chan in the head who was striking out with some freshman in his chem classes.
âOw what the â ah shit Soonyoung leave Y/n alone we agreed that if you came you would back off we cannot have the cops show up again.â Chan said rubbing his clearly fine head.
âIâm not bothering you am I?â Soonyoung asked glancing at you.
âYes you are go away.â You replied, standing on your tiptoes in search of Jun who was tall and should not be this hard to see.
âSaid like someone who definitely wants my cock in their ââ
You turned, grabbed Soonyoung by his face and smashed your mouth to his. This was supposed to prove a point, it would shut him up, there were witnesses to see that you had absolutely no interest in him â except for the part where his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against him. And the part where his tongue was in your mouth and he tasted like something sweet ( but also like alcohol). Oh and the part where it was an achingly good kiss. A kiss you needed to stop.
âFinally.â A voice that sounded suspiciously like Seungcheol.
âIt was so annoying watching them bicker.â Wonwoo definitely.
âGod I wish that was me.â Awww Chan.
But nope. This had gone on long enough. You had an image to uphold. You pulled away from a semi dazed Soonyoung and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Then you spit on the floor.
âHey! I live here!â Mingyu exclaimed in mild horror pushing through the crowd.
âFuck that was so bad. Is that really how you kiss?â With such soft lips and gentle swipes of his tongue?
âUh, yeah, I guess so. No one's complained before.â You frowned and then let loose a condescending laugh.
âJust shows the quality of the people you date.â You nearly shouted through your laughter.
âHey!â An offended voice rose from the crowd but you didnât see who.
Soonyoung stared at you. He stood there silent for nearly a full minute. The room held its breath wondering what would happen, Mingyu had his phone out like the cops were on speed dial and then Soonyoung stepped as close to you as he possibly could and bent slightly, lowering his voice so that only you could hear him.
âIâm going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Youâre going to want my cock in you every single night. And because I like you so much Iâm going to give it to you. Then you can have my soft lips and gentle tongue whenever you want.â He pressed a kiss to your mouth briefly and then he walked away disappearing into the throng of onlookers.
Suddenly Jun was at your side. âOh my God are you friends with Soon now?â
Fuck Kwon Soonyoung. And not in the fun sexy way he wanted. But in the fuck him and his dog and his momâs dog too kind of way. Because he had upended your brain. Who did he think he was declaring such filthy things to you at a party and then kissing you? And what was wrong with you? Because you found something thrilling and attractive about replaying those words over and over in your mind. Enough that occasionally at night your hand slid between your legs with them ringing in your ears.
And how did he know to say exactly what you thought of your first kiss? Soft lips and gentle tongue â- he nailed it. Just like he said he would. Somehow heâd discovered in that kiss that maybe you didnât hate him as much as you said. He could have some endearing qualities but then heâd do something to infuriate you again, or maybe that was just easier than the alternative, actually trying to be his friend.
Maturity and growth were not welcome visitors in your life at the moment. You enjoyed the version of yourself that got to be petty and childish around him. Maturity would mean confirming what Seokmin said the other day but applying it to yourself. Maybe you messed with him because you found him attractive? Growth meant setting aside your stale grudge and actually attempting to be normal with him. But after the party? Those words? His declaration? He couldnât win. He would be insufferable otherwise. There would be no giving in, Soonyoung simply could not come out of this victorious. You wouldn't let him.
âHeâs the most competitive person we know. Heâs going to make good on whatever he said. I know you know this.â Jihoon said as the two of you walked across campus to the library. No one knew what Soonyoung had actually said to you, they just knew he got quiet, which meant whatever he said required action. Soonyoung only got quiet when he was serious and he needed to strategize.
âRight, but Jihoon I know he confided in you. He tells you everything. Just say what you know and help me.â You pleaded.
Jihoon shrugged. âHe only said that he wanted to ask you out. Shua told him you liked that Cuban place we went to a few weeks ago. Thatâs it.â
You looped your arm through Jihoonâs giddy at knowing this information for two separate reasons. Kind of cute he was seeking out advice from mutual friends to ask you out. Also good to know so you could turn him down and shatter his little pea brain, and ruin his plans of catching you off guard. You would not be swept off your feet and into his bed.
You and Jihoon continued across campus towards the library and Soonyoung came into view. You did a quick once over of him before taken sudden interest in a few people passing out fliers. As always he looked infuriatingly handsome. He approached both of you, his eyebrow raising at your interlocking arms.
âY/n. Jihoon.â Soonyoung said. He seemed normal, laid back even, despite the fact that the last time you spoke or saw each other was over a week ago at the party. Youâd been avoiding most other places you might go socially, usually going to third wheel with Seokmin and his partner when you needed social interaction. But definitely not Mingyu and Wonwooâs or with Chan and Seungkwan. That was asking to run into each other. And who knew what heâd do?
âSoonyoung, should we talk about the party? Did I hurt your feelings?â You were trying to keep your voice sincere.
âWe can talk about it if you want? And my feelings arenât hurt, theyâreâŚwell you already know how I feel.â Soonyoung replied with a sly grin.
âI thought that was a joke and you were drunk. We donât even like each other, why would we take something like that serious?â You said dismissively and Soonyoung burst into laughter.
âI donât joke about where I stick my dick.â
âYep Iâm gone.â Jihoon untangled himself from you and immediately turned in the direction you came from walking off.
You took hold of Soonyoung dragging him away from the front of the library and open ears. âThank you so much for broadcasting that in front of Jihoon.â You hissed and Soonyoung just shrugged.
âHeâs my roommate he knows more about my sexual history than anyone. He doesnât care.â Soonyoung said waving the thought of Jihoon off, and then a dangerous gaze settled over you. âWow, you look really fucking good today. Did you do that for me?â You scoffed. So maybe his words from the party got you a little riled up, but he was taking this too far. You dressed for yourself and yourself only. You would never consider in a million years whether Soonyoung liked something you wore.
âThis has got to stop. This is worse than us trying to kill each other.â You declared, but Soonyoung stepped closer. His hand came to rest on your shoulder, his fingers brushed delicately against exposed skin. You fought to keep your breath steady, why was he so close?
âOh. So thatâs what it is. You like when I touch you.â The words escaped his mouth like a revelation as he glided a finger against your neck and then beneath your chin. He tilted your head upwards to look at him. âSoonyoung 1, Y/N 0 and simping harder than Iâve ever seen.â
Your hand shot up smacking his away from you. He would not move you, it didnât matter that he looked as good as he did. It didnât matter that his touch was sending little shivers through you. Your face remained neutral, but a slight smile begin to edge onto it. âIf youâre keeping score then Iâm going to actually have to start playing the game.â
Soonyoung raised an eyebrow at this. âMeaning?â
âYou think the way to winning this â- thing that occurred at Seokâs party is by trying to seduce me. I get it Soonyoung, you like watching me squirm because it gives you the upper hand in our never ending power struggle of who hates who more but I havenât been playing. I donât think you could handle it if I did.â You said coolly, watching his expression shift. His jaw set and you could tell his competitive nature was kicking in.
âIâm pretty sure I could handle whatever you throw at me just fine. And this isnât a game Y/n, since kissing you at the party, I donât know. Something changed. I know it has in you.â Soonyoung responds but youâre having none of it. You know him, youâve known him for years and whatever this is, Soonyoung will slip up sooner rather than later. Heâs not being sincere in anyway, when has he ever been?
âFine. Then consider the score reset. Soonyoung 0 and Y/n 0. Weâll see who wins.â You gave his chest a harder than necessary pat and then headed into the library confident that if you start throwing a few moves of your own his way this whole entire thing will collapse in on itself and you could return to how things were meant to be. Mutual dislike between the two of you, no sexual tension at all.
Soonyoung was winning. He was definitely winning. There wasnât a move or a fake flirt you could do that he didnât have a response for. The other night while getting tacos with Seungkwan and Chan you had the brilliant idea of casually sitting in his lap. You just knew it would absolutely throw him off his game. Chan and Seungkwanâs heads nearly exploded from it, but Soonyoung wrapped an arm around you and then attempted to feed you as if it was something you did everyday. He wasnât even flustered. He didn't even break his stride in making fun of Seungkwan, you were just in his arms and then you had to sit there so it didn't look like he had completely bested you. Which he had.
Tonight would be different you declared. Your uni had gotten into the playoffs for the baseball season. It was a huge deal for your friends since Mingyu and Seokmin were both playing. You'd only been at the game twenty minutes when Soonyoung sat next to you after bribing Jun to move with ice cream and a bag of cotton candy. You'd been on your guard immediately. But Soonyoung was doing what he had the other night with the tacos. Acting as if all of this was normal. He bought all your favorite concession snacks, he made you take two pictures with him and his hand kept casually groping your leg like you were on a date. You were so confused by the whole thing you just drifted along unsure how to respond. You certainly didn't want to argue with him and ruin the night for everyone since this was such a big deal.
âHave you ever considered that he might be telling the truth?â Jihoon asked later that night at the game as you two stood in line for the bathroom. Soonyoung offered to escort you but you forced Jihoon up and out of your seats faster than you thought yourself capable. âI get that heâsâŚexcitable but when heâs serious about something he can change drastically. This wouldnât be the first time.â
âDo you even hear yourself? We donât like each other. Weâve been fighting since high school. I didnât even know heâd wind up here. If I did I wouldâve gone to my second pick almost immediately to avoid him.â You groan and Jihoon looks as if he wants to be anywhere but having this discussion with you.
âHave I mentioned before that I donât like getting in the middle of things like this? Especially when it comes to Soonyoung heâs intense.â Jihoon offered and you began to pout.
âThat is so unfair. Everyone is on his side. Maybe heâs serious y/n, maybe heâs just tired of bickering, maybe he isnât as petty as you think. Bullshit. All of you.â You said jabbing a finger at Jihoon who furrowed his brow and craned his head away from you like you were crazy.
âWow. You twoâŚare a lot alike. Thatâs mildly terrifying. Anyway, fine hypothetically if I was on your side what would you want me to do?â Jihoon asked, his tone full of regret as you began to smile.
âFlirting with him isnât working. He just flirts back and it seems to confirm this idea that I like him, whatever. So Iâm going to completely burst his bubble and flirt with you.â
Misery overcame Jihoonâs face. He opened his mouth to protest but you were already shaking your head. âToo late. Weâre flirting. Try and make the reactions authentic.â You say getting ready to disappear into the bathroom.
âAnd if I refuse?â Jihoon questioned.
âIâll tell everyone that you like holding hands. Seok, Gyu and Soonyoung especially would love learning that about you. Theyâd hold your hand every chance they got.â
Jihoon looked horrified but cowed. âI shared that with you in confidence and now youâre using it to blackmail me. Seriously you and Soonyoung would probably be a power couple. This is exactly what heâd do. Like shit, Iâm kind of floored at how immature you both are." Soonyoung was prepared for every move you threw at him but he absolutely wouldnât be prepared for the ones that youâd be throwing at Jihoon. It was hard to keep a diabolical laugh from bubbling out of you as you considered the thought.
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Now Soonyoung was staring daggers into the side of Jihoonâs head. At first heâd been a little confused when you both came back from the bathroom and you sat down leaning your head to Jihoonâs shoulder, who stiffened and then relaxed after a moment when it became clear his life wasnât in immediate danger from his best friend. Then you shared snacks and you legitimately giggled when your hands bumped into each other like you were in a rom com or something. Even then Soonyoung seemed a little lost but not upset.
But then to your surprise while talking to Jihoon about music theory class, out of reflexive habit his hand came up to move hair from your face. A move that threw you off enough to blush because it wasn't in Jihoon's nature to be affectionate in anyway. Jihoon blushed too as if realizing he made an error and for a brief moment something felt âŚdifferent between the two of you. But then Soonyoung shifted and when you glanced his way he was scowling harder than youâd ever seen him. Now he refused to take his eyes off Jihoon, the look of betrayal on his face was hard to miss. You found yourself feeling a little guilty, this was only supposed to amplify the pettiness between you and Soonyoung, you didnât want them blowing up at each other over it. Jihoon hadn't actually done anything wrong.
Sighing you rose to your feet. âSoonyoung can I talk to you for a moment?â He glanced up at you and immediately his face shifted, menacing glare gone, he gave you an impossibly cute smile and stood following you out to a walkway that seemed not to have as many people milling about.
âDonât be mad at Jihoon. You look ready to kill him. It was my idea to use him to get under your skin.â You offered, and his face grew pensive.
âYeah I know that. Youâre doing a bad job of fake flirting with him. That giggle you did earlier, your voice never gets that high pitched even when you do find something funny.â Soonyoung responded in irritation. âBut his responses on the other hand â- he was totally into it. Which is messed up because he knows how I feel about you.â
Now it was your turn to be confused. âWait why do you know so much about my laugh? What do you mean he was into it? How do you feel about me?â The questions came one after another because these were all new revelations to you.
âObviously I pay attention to you. I know Jihoon, weâve been friends since we were kids. He wouldnât do what heâs doing without intention. And I already told you that I want to be inside you every single night forever what is so hard to understand about that?â Soonyoung responded nearly in irritation.
âIâthis is a game Soonyoung. A stupid one really. Letâs call a truce. This whole entire thing has gotten out of hand. Maybe we donât have to dislike each other. We can actually try and be friends for once. But I donât want you mad at Jihoon and I definitely donât want the implications of what sleeping with you would do to my sanity.â You respond earnestly because other people getting in the middle of it was never the plan.
âI told you before. Iâm not playing a game.â Soonyoung took a step closer to you and you took a step back until you hit the wall. His knee pushed between your legs until he could get as close to you as possible. His chest pressed into you, his groin against your thigh growing harder as he leaned down, his mouth capturing yours. And oh did you fold, you didnât even try to resist. It felt impossible as his tongue pushed into your mouth. It felt impossible as his teeth nipped and sucked against your bottom lip. It felt impossible as a hand roamed across your chest, brushing against your left nipple until it pebbled under a gentle thumb. He coaxes your lips open, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth as he sucks all the breath from your body. A kiss from someone you hate shouldnât feel this good.
His lips dust over the shell of your ear, and you shiver. And when his hand slides over the curve of your hip and between your thighs, you whimper. Your bodyâs torn between fear and anticipation of the pleasure he can bring you but at what cost? Your hands go up pressing against his chest to stop him. He pulls back staring at you with hungry eyes.
âWhat are we doing?â You whisper shout at him.
âPersonally Iâm trying not to cum in my pants right now while still maintaining an air of sexiness and attraction. You?â Soonyoung replied.
âIâm â I donât know. This is the weirdest thing thatâs happened to me in a long time.â You offer because he was literally just playing with your nipple. No reason to stand on pride at this point.
âHypothetically if I knew somehow that you didnât exactly hate me as much as you say, would you go on a date with me? So that at least this part of it makes more sense?â He asked, two fingers dancing between the two of you.
âHypothetically? I guess that would be okay. The date I mean.â And Soonyoung grins.
âTomorrow night. Like six or seven?â You stare at him bewildered because what else can you even say at this point?
âSure fine, seven.â Soonyoung grins even wider, pulls you into a hug, spins you around and smacks your ass and then takes off screaming back towards your seats that youâre going on a date. Great the entire campus can probably hear him. You donât even go back inside. Thatâs enough of tonight for you. Thatâs definitely enough Soonyoung. The moment youâre back inside your dorm your head rest against the door. Why? Why would you do this to yourself?
âSo it isnât a joke? Youâre really doing this?â Vernon asked. Heâd been away helping his family the past few weeks after classes and hadnât been on campus to see whatever was happening between you and Soonyoung unfold, apparently Minghao couldn't resist keeping him in the loop though.
âApparently. Why are you here again?â You asked rummaging through your closet for something to wear.
âWhen Hao told me what happened I thought he was bullshitting me. I needed to hear it from the source. I talked to Soonyoung first. This is crazy, you hate Soonyoung.â Vernon said, all teeth and gums as he laughed.
âI donât hate him! Weâve had our differences but weâre working on them now.â You replied defensively.
âRemember when you lined his boxers with chili paste? Or that time you were on a date with that one guy and he ruined it by asking about your fungus thing you had last semester? Or last year when we had the pool party at my house and he untied your top in front of everyone and Mingyu got like en entire eyeful? Or when you shaved the side of his head while he slept with Seungkwan and he went to his dance competition like that? You guys hate each other. Did you lose a bet? Is he holding your family hostage?â
You frowned. In the the weird vortex youâd been sharing with Soonyoung for a few weeks now, none of those old things had come to mind. Youâd been way too busy plotting on how to win this made up game between the two of you. But youâd forgotten how often you messed with each other and now you were suddenly contemplating if this was a good idea. You stopped what you were doing and came to sit on your bed next to Vernon.
âI forgot about that stuff. Maybe youâre right. Maybe this is a bad idea. There's clearly been too much damage done. Mingyu still can't look me in the eye.â
Vernonâs eyes went wide. âWhat? No, donât change your mind! Weâre just all shocked at this turn of events, well most of us. Cheol and Jeonghan said this has clearly been sexual tension the whole time but they like to pretend to be right about everything. You canât not go. Heâll legitimately kill me if he finds out I changed your mind somehow. That wasn't even the point, it's just so unreal.â
âBut this is silly. It all stemmed from this crazy idea he got in his head that I want to sleep with him and it just kept going and going. I still donât know how he found that out. Iâve never told anyone ever that I think heâd be good in bed. But heâs a dancer itâs kind of a given yâknow?â You mused aloud to Vernon who had grown super quiet. âWhat?â
Vernon looked conflicted, and he began to tug on his ear as he processed how he would reply. âIâm going to tell you something that sounds really, really insane. But I swear Iâm not saying it without reason. Do you remember last year when Seok went missing for like two weeks and we were all super worried and freaked out?â
You nodded. His girlfriend was hysterical and spent many a night crying on your shoulder. Everyone had been shocked and terrified thinking he died or was hurt or something. What made it even weirder was that his parents had gone missing too. It had been a rough seventeen days for all involved. Seokmin had spent the last year making it up to everyone but he still wouldnât tell you what happened. But it seemed as if Vernon knew something.
âSo okay look itâs like this. The reason our friend group is so tight is because we discovered kind of early on we were all different. In a weird way. Weâve all got these abilities I guess. Yâknow like X-Men and shit. So like Seok can travel to different universes. Kwan has like empathy or whatever itâs why emotions get so high in him and everyone around him. I think Chanâs is running fast or something. Mine is time travel, which I can show you but you wonât remember us having this conversation itâll just feel like dĂŠjĂ vu.â
You gave Vernon a hard long stare. You had no idea what you were expecting him to say but it wasnât anything like that. âWhat the fuck? Are you high?â
Vernon rolled his eyes. âLook just hear me out. Soonyoung can read your mind. You didnât have to tell anyone about thinking heâs fuckable or whatever. He found out by invading your privacy. Probably not on purpose, he goes out of his way not to actively use it but sometimes, if someone is thinking about him hard enough he can hear it anyway. I know that sounds insane but tonight start off by thinking the worst stuff you can about him. Watch how he reacts, then youâll know Iâm telling the truth.â
After that, completely convinced he was messing with you, you put Vernon out of your room and began the process of getting ready. Soonyoung said youâd just have dinner and go on a walk or something. Nothing too serious, so you tried to keep things simple. Still despite it all coming off as a bad prank, Vernonâs words echoed in your mind. Thinking something bad about Soonyoung wouldnât hurt anyone, you never had to admit to trying it either. If it was a prank it wasnât one they thought out very well. Youâd be more than happy to throw that in their faces later.
At exactly seven Soonyoung was at your door. He cleaned up well, and smelled amazing. Enough that you considered abandoning the date for a moment and getting back to what he really wanted. But, almost as if he could read your mind, Soonyoung had other plans.
âI know it would be super easy to just throw our clothes off and be all over each other, but I want to actually take you out on a proper date. I donât want you to think this is just a sexual thing.â Soonyoung said before you even got a âhiâ out to him. Your eyes narrowed in brief suspicion but you figured he probably saw the desire all over your face. You didnât exactly hide it in the moment. Maybe that's how he was able to figure this whole thing out.
âWell thatâs what I was expecting. Who said anything about taking our clothes off?â You asked in mild annoyance, and locked your door behind you.
Soonyoung didnât reply, he looked at you curiously but didnât try to prove a point. Which was for the better because your mind was already drifting to Vernonâs words. So of course you began to think of some of the more disheartening things youâd thought about Soonyoung over the years. None of which were exactly nice, that mostly had been thought of in irritation and malice to make you feel better about something rude heâd done.
The shift was subtle and had you not been looking for it you wouldnât have noticed it. But the date started off fine. He held doors, made small talk, laughed at your jokes and made some funny ones of his own. After he paid for dinner though you found silence stretching across the table between you. He didnât look happy, he kept shifting and glancing at you and then looking away when you caught him.
âSomething on your mind?â You asked in disbelief, because his mood had changed. Just like Vernon said it would.
âDid I do something between the game and tonight? I mean â I thought maybe we were turning over a new leaf but you donât seemâŚyou seem to feel about me the way you always have like maybe I didnât try hard enough. Did you not like the date orâŚ?â Soonyoung said quietly and your heart began beating wildly in your chest.
âWhat makes you say that? Have I been acting different or something?â You asked.
âNo, I mean I guess thatâs the thing. You seem into it, but then you sort of donât. I canât explain it.â He said solemnly, and then he offered you a tired smile. âWhatever Iâm just thinking too hard. We got what we needed out of this date right? We donât have to take things any further but I would like to try being friends. Think Iâm getting too old to be fighting with you constantly., Jihoon said it's why I keep finding random grey pubic hairs.â
You were on your feet immediately, pointing an accusatory finger at Soonyoung. âOh my fucking God. Vernon was telling the truth. You read my mind!â You accused rather loudly, enough for a few heads in the restaurant to turn and stare at you.
âWhat!? Noooo are you crazy? Thatâs impossible.â Soonyoung said trying to pull off the worst acting youâd ever seen.
âThis â you â Kwon Soonyoung!â You turned storming out of the restaurant angrily. How humiliating. How long had he been able to tell what you were thinking? Shame flooded you, some of things you thought about him you couldnât even repeat aloud to yourself. And he knew them, this entire time! That sneaky little fucker.
âWait! Y/n please let me explain it was an accident!â Soonyoung caught up to you, hands held up in surrender as he came stumbling from the restaurant.
âHow do you accidentally read minds?â You snapped at him, unable to process that you were actually asking the question.
âAt the dinner for Jeonghan when you were trying to hit me over the head with the extinguisher I was scared for my life! It took Mingyu and Cheol to hold you back and everyone was pretty sure you were about to kill me. I just wanted to know your intent because there was such hatred coming off of you, and so when I took a teeny tiny baby peek even though you were physically trying to assault me your mind wasâŚyou were thinking about how cute I was when I was scared. And that was weirdâŚ.I didnât know what to make of it. So as time went on I started paying more attention to your stronger thoughts, not invading your mind, but the ones that leak out because theyâre so intense. All the thoughts you had about me werenât violent or even that angry. You were definitely annoyed a lot but Jihoon has that reaction all the time too. I was just surprised because most of the thoughts were kinda hot.â He finished, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
âHow long?â You demanded stepping closer to him.
âHuh?â
âHow long have you been doing this?â You clarified and he looked sheepish.
âSince last year. I never stopped after the dinner. I was trying to work up the courage to talk to you about it or ask you out but everytime we got within six feet of each other we bickered and Iâd forget. It wasnât until we were at Seokâs party and I was drunk and just kept saying what was on my mind. And then you kissed me and you liked the kiss and ââ
Your face fell into your hands. âOh my God thatâs why you knew what I thought about the kiss and why you said it back to me. Itâs why I could never catch you off guard with the flirting. Itâs how you knew I was faking it with Jihoon! This is â fuck you Soonyoung! This was a game that would literally be impossible for me to win, because you have telepathy!â You let out a hysterical laugh.
Soonyoung looked at a loss for words. âWhy do you keep saying that? It was never a game for me. For two years Iâve been trying to work up the courage to say something. When I did I was drunk and it was the wildest thing Iâve ever said but it got a reaction out of you. And I wanted that so I just kept going because we would be amazing together if we stopped fighting for once.â
You stared at him. You had no idea what to make of things now, it all seemed too much. Learning telepathy was real was already a huge ask, learning that all this time Soonyoungâs feelings had been genuine and you were too annoyed with him to see that kind of overtook the telepathy thing.
âSoâwhat now?â You asked because you genuinely had no clue what to do or say next. Your mind was a mess, you were in shock definitely and couldnât form coherent thought.
âYou win.â Soonyoung said, taking your hand in his. âIâm the prize. Letâs go.â
Soonyoung is in the living room in just his tight briefs. Your eyes are drawn like a magnet to the outline of his cock. Heâs fresh out of the shower ( he got really nervous and sweaty on the drive home ) and youâve relaxed some from earlier with two drinks and a lot of conversation about telepathy. Youâre hovering in the kitchen nursing a glass of water wondering why in the world you agreed to come back to his place with him.
âYou enjoying yourself?â He asks as he catches you staring.
He crosses the room and stands right in front of you. A solid wall of muscle and sex. Itâs as though he has some kind of magnetic field around him. His presence is inescapable. Once youâre in his orbit, you canât seem to think straight. You act like somebody you donât even recognize. Your pussy develops a mind of itâs own. He is so full of potent, raw sexuality and energy. Everything about him screams run away, but your body is drawn to him anyway.
âWho am I kidding,â he says, his voice low and deep, as he bends his head and brings his mouth closer to your ear. âI stare at you no matter what youâre wearing. So Iâm no better.â
âStop,â You whisper. You canât do this. You cannot let this man get a hold on you, because you know he was right earlier. You would be so good together. For whatever reason, you have insane chemistry, and you canât let him take this any further. You canât allow yourself to have any feelings for him. That would compromise every rule you made for yourself when it came to Soonyoung.
 âI canât stop,â he says, his voice dropping another octave. He places a hand on your hip, and your skin blooms with heat. âBelieve me, Iâve tried. I need to fuck you more than I have ever needed anything in my life.â
âWe canât,â You protest, but your voice is so quiet itâs barely audible.
âWe can.â His other hand is on your other hip now, and he pulls you closer to him until your bodies are almost touching. âLook at me,â he commands.
And you do it. Just like that, because he told you to. Because your body obeys him and you donât even know when that started to happen. You blink as you stare up at him. His pupils are so wide, they make his brown eyes appear black. They are full of longing and fire and need.
âIt wouldnât work. It would be a huge mistake,â You offer feebly.
He shakes his head. âNo, it wouldnât, and you know it. Let me take you to my bed and Iâll show you exactly how much of a mistake it wouldnât be.â
You open your mouth but no words come out. All you can focus on are his strong fingers flexing on your hips. How good they felt last night when he touched you at the baseball game. How much you wanted him to carry on before you stopped him. Your core contracts, flooding your pussy with heat and making you suck in a stuttered breath.
Soonyoung narrows his eyes at you. "Iâll make you a deal.â
âWhat deal?â You breathe out the words.
âLook at the clock on the wall behind me, and if I canât make you come in two minutes, then you can go to your dorm. But if I do make you come, then you spend the night with me. What do you say?â His voice has taken on that trademark competitive edge. Heâs all cockiness now. Typical Soonyoung.
You lick your lips, staring at him. Youâre already wet. But under two minutes? Thereâs no way he could pull that off. Youâve never had anyone make you come that easily. Not even guys you were really into. And you donât even like Soonyoung, so you can hold out, right? Besides, every cell in your body is vibrating with sexual energy. You want his hands on you. You want his fingers inside you. Just this once. Just to relieve this constant aching need in your pussy. Just once. âOkay, but when you donât get the job done in two minutes, you donât get to leave me hanging,â You say with a tilt of your head.
He smirks, full of confidence and arrogance. âIâll make you come no matter how long it takes. I promise.â
âOkay,â You whisper. What the hell are you doing?
âEyes on the clock then,â he orders. âAnd be honest about the time.â
âOf course,â You insist, your eyes now trained on the clock behind him, watching the second hand tick around.
âThen start timing me,â he growls. It takes him exactly two seconds to get his hand inside your panties. You place your hands on the counter on either side of you to keep yourself steady as he slides his fingers through your folds. âSo wet already,â he says with a wicked grin. â
âYou have one minute and fifty seconds,â You tell him as the clock goes on ticking.
âPlenty of time,â he growls as he starts to rub the pads of his middle and pointer fingers over and around your swollen clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Pleasure skitters around your body. He presses his lips against your ear. âOh, you like that, donât you?â
âYes,â You breathe, your knuckles turning white as your grip on the counter gets firmer. Heâs still not going to do this in under two minutes though. But then he starts kissing your neck. Trailing his lips and teeth over your sensitive skin as he dips his hand further into your panties, pulling them down as he works his entire hand between your thighs and forces you to spread your legs wider apart. One minute, thirty-two seconds left.
âYou like this more though, right?â Soonyoung whispers as he slides a finger inside you. He eases it in and out of you, and you bite your lip to stop from screaming his name and begging him for more. Youâre not giving him any pointers. One minute, nine seconds. Clearly though, he doesnât need any help. A few seconds later, he adds a second finger and your pussy coats him with slick heat and practically purrs his name.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he gasps out clearly enjoying this just as much as you are. He drives deeper until he hits your G-spot and starts to massage it with his skilled fingers. Holy mother of fucking God. Fifty-two seconds. You wonder briefly if he can hear your thoughts.
âI can.â He responds with a dark laugh. âI like it. Keep going.â
âOk,â You moan as you wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him while he finger fucks you like he has a telepathic connection to your pussy too. Like he just unlocked expert level and completely bypassed all the others. His lips dust over the shell of your ear.
 âYour cunt loves my fingers. Wait until it feels my cock.â
âSoonyoung,â You groan as the familiar wave of an impending orgasm starts rolling through your core. Your thighs are trembling.
âKeep your eyes on the clock,â he pants as you bury your face against him.
âYeah, clock,â You gasp as your head goes on spinning and your body starts to vibrate with its impending release. You look over his shoulder. Twenty five seconds. Heâs not going to do it. He drives his fingers harder and deeper while he starts grinding the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit. Twenty-two seconds.
âSo wet. You hear that?â he questions. And you do. You hear the sound of your arousal dripping over his fingers as he works them in and out of you. Damn, heâs going to do it. Fifteen seconds.
âYouâre going to come like my good little kitten so I can bury my cock inside you, too, arenât you?â
âFucking hell Soonyoung,â You cry out his name as your orgasm crashes into your body. He wraps one strong arm around your waist, holding you tight while he continues gently massaging your pussy as your body bucks and shudders. Your eyes roll in your head as you struggle to focus on his face. Heâs staring at you. His eyes blaze with fire. But then he lets you go and walks to the other side of the room. The loss of heat makes you shiver in the cool room as you come down from the most intense orgasm you think youâve ever had in my life. He opens a cupboard and pulls out something before walking back to you. Itâs only when heâs standing right in front of you again that you see what heâs holding. A condom.
âTake off your pants,â he orders before he tears into the packet with his teeth.
 âI thought we were going to your room?â You whisper, surprised by how much the thought of him taking you to bed and continuing what heâs just started makes your entire body buzz with excitement. Heâs looking down, rolling the condom onto his cock. He looks up at you again to answer your question, his dark eyes locking on yours.
 âOh, we are, but I need to fuck you right now, so take off the goddamn pants.â
 You swallow a thick knot of anxiety that feels lodged in your throat, but you start to slide both your jeans and panties down your thighs. What if somebody comes in here?
âJihoonâs at a gig until late, he already told me. No one else is coming over they know weâre on a date,â he says, because thatâs right he can read your freaking mind.
He wraps you in his arms and lifts you onto the lowest counter. âSo this will work just fine,â he groans as he positions himself between your thighs. He mumbles something as he presses his huge cock against your opening. Your thighs are trembling. âIâll take this first go easy. Wouldnât want your instinct to hit me to kick in.â
He doesnât wait for an answer before he edges the tip of his length inside you, stretching you wide. It burns, but it feels so damn good too. You wrap your arms and legs around him, burying your face against his neck as he eases in deeper. âYouâre so fucking tight,â he hisses through clenched teeth.
Then he takes hold of your legs and unwraps them from around his waist. âI need you to let me in, kitten,â he groans, full of frustration and impatience. He hooks his forearms under your knees, pulling your hips toward him and spreading your thighs wide open. Your heart starts beating wildly as he looks at you. So exposed and open and vulnerable, in a way youâve never wanted to be. At least not in his presence. But the Soonyoung who might use this against you, see it as an opening to get the upper hand is gone.
âFuck Y/n. Your cunt looks so good being stretched by my cock,â he groans, and you reward him with a moan as your pussy squeezes around him. âJust keep holding on to me,â he growls as he slides a little deeper, and wet heat floods your pussy. You cling to his neck, dragging your lips over his skin as his muscles vibrate with the effort of holding himself back. You can feel the raw power in every muscle of his body, and the fact that heâs trying to be gentle makes your heart ache. This is torture. The slow burning stretch of being filled by him is turning your brain to liquid, not to mention every other organ in your body. It hurts, but itâs not enough. You need all of him.
Suddenly, youâre overcome by a desperate need to be filled by him. A burning desire to have him deep inside you, until there is no space left between you both. Your pussy throbs with a deep, carnal longing for his cock. Dusting your lips over the skin of his neck, you smile as it elicits a deep growl in his throat. âI want more,â You whisper.
âMore?â
âFor the love of God, Soonyoung. Just fuck me,â You plead, surprised at your own words because you have never, ever, begged to be fucked before. And certainly not by a man as infuriating and hateful as this one. He curses as he drives all the way inside you. You press your mouth against his skin, muffling your cries of pleasure tinged with pain as he fills you. You try to squeeze your thighs, but he holds you open as he slides out before driving back inside. Warmth floods your core. Each time he pulls out and thrusts back in, your pussy rewards him with more slick heat.
 âOh fuck,â You whimper in his ear as he groans in yours.
âYou feel so fucking good. Being inside you⌠I knew it wouldâŚâ He thrusts harder, and you always pass out as the crown of his cock rubs against something inside you that makes you scream in pleasure whilst also wanting to declare your undying devotion to him. Apparently love and hate really are two sides of the same coin. As the last tremors of your second orgasm pulse through you, Soonyoung whispers how pretty you are as he grinds out his own release. When he pulls out of you a few seconds later, the wet sound that echoes around the small room makes your cheeks burn with heat. He pulls the condom off and tosses it into the trash can. You lean against the counter with your legs wobbling like Jell-O and wondering what happens now. This is unfamiliar territory for you.
But then he grabs hold of your hand and pulls you with him as he starts walking down the hall.
 âWhere are we going?â
âMy room, kitten,â he says with a wink. âI am nowhere near done with you.â
Despite what you just did in the kitchen, you feel nervous and kind of awkward as you stand in Soonyoungâs bedroom, next to his bed with questionable tiger striped sheets. He stalks toward you, and it makes a shiver run the length of your spine. You are so out of your depth here you just might drown. He runs his fingertips over your cheek. âWhy are you so nervous?â he asks in a soft, gentle tone.
âThis isnât⌠I donât usually do this kind of thing,â You say, old irritation flaring.
âHave sex?â he asks with a flicker of amusement.
âWith people who I donât even like, yes,â You snap. If heâs trying to mess with you, then he can go to hell.
âThereâs my feisty little kitten.â He slides his hands over your hips and onto your ass, pulling you close to him so that you can feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach. âBut you have nothing to be nervous about. You already know how hard you make me and how much I want to fuck you.â He reaches for the edge of your shirt and starts to peel it off you, and you lift your arms to help him. And now you're standing in front of him completely naked. His hands coast over your back, running over every inch of skin.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he murmurs as he trails soft kisses over your neck. âI want to see every part of you. I want to taste you.â He pushes you back against the bed until you're lying on it. His hands slide up your thighs as he spreads them wide open until you're completely exposed to him. The look in his eyes makes your thighs tremble, and before you can stop him, his head is between your thighs and his mouth is on your clit.
He presses the flat of his tongue against you. He licks the length of your wet slit and damn near makes your eyes roll back in your head. âFucking heaven, going to enjoy eating you out,â he murmurs before he sucks your clit into his hot mouth and swirls his tongue over the sensitive bud of flesh.
âHoly fuck,â You hiss as your toes curl and your thighs tremble.
He is so good at that. How much practice has he had? Suddenly, you donât care. Heat and pleasure builds in your core and rolls through your thighs while he feasts on your pussy with more skill than any man his age should have all to himself. When he slips two fingers into you and starts to fuck you while he eats, you enter a whole new realm of pleasure. In fact, you think you might just have drifted onto another plane of existence. And when you look at his face, he catches your eye and winks, and you almost pass out.
He didnât lie about enjoying this, heâs getting as much out of it as you are. You press your head back against the pillow, silencing your constant internal chatter and focusing on his magical fingers and tongue and the pleasure they are currently wringing from your body. And when you come with a breathy cry of his name, he doesnât stop. Not even when you pull his hair and tell him you've had enough.
âI havenât,â he purrs, wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs to hold you close to his face as you squirm. âGive me one more and then I can fuck you as hard as I want to.â
A wave of pleasure rolls over you, knocking the breath from your lungs and rendering you speechless. You're so lost in the bliss that you almost don't hear him utter the question, "What's your name?"
"What?" You murmur in confusion chasing the pleasure shooting through you,
"Name?" He ask again, his mouth vibrating against your clit.
"Soonyoung," You answer through a moan and he laughs.
"That's my name. I want to know your name." He says and you don't answer, you can't. It feels too good, your release is too close. And only when he has wrung another mind-altering orgasm from your body does he stop. Pushing himself up and rolling on a condom, he plows into you, burying his face in your neck as he nails you to his mattress. And all you can do is cling on, with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he fucks you better than you had ever even dreamed was possible.
Afterwards you and Soonyoung lie in bed facing each other, which feels strangely personal even after what you've just done. There's the sound of a door opening and closing indicating Jihoon must be home. You have no idea how you're going to explain this, Soonyoung didn't even close his door when he dragged you in here. So now you're both exposed wrapped in his horrible bed sheets waiting for Jihoon to pass by.
"Hey remember when I told you at Seok's party I'd make you cum so hard you'd forget your own name?" Your face floods with heat, embarrassment creeping along your spine. Soonyoung just grins.
"I win."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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Hello and good morning~ I was listening to RED by taylor swift while working and suddenly ALL I could think of was the Sylus series (and how MC thinks she was rejected). đâ¤ď¸ Think this song fits them so well
I have been meaning to answer this ask since you sent it, but it gave me a little Scenario that I had to carry around in my head until I could figure out how to work it into a story. Your ask, in combination with a post by @leaderincrows about wanting to see Sylus collared and gasping pathetically, led to this story. I hope the result is enjoyable. Thanks so much for sending this ask, and I'm sorry it took 8 million years to answer!
Goodcat code, or how you learned to care for your catboy | ao3 | masterlist
Summary: Your crimelord boyfriend disappears for a week, you make yourself sad listening to breakup songs, you learn that he got turned into a catboy, you get assigned a mission on the worst cruise ship ever, undercover shenanigans ensue. Loosely based on the Sylus memory Goodcat Code.
Notes: Sylus x gn reader, sylus x mc, second person POV, some Sylus POV MC is referred to by they/them pronouns, intended as a placeholder for your preferred pronouns. Established relationship, can be read as a standalone. This story contains: profanity, activities of a sexual nature, violence, probably too much internal monologue and not enough action, too many feelings and not enough sexual activity, inappropriate use of a tail, an argument with your boyfriend, a happy ending.
You wonder if itâs because you trounced him in kitty cards the last time you played.
The silence.Â
For the past week, your phone has been pinging with constant notifications but none with My Sy listed as the sender. Just work, spam, Xavier asking if you want to go to the bookstore the next time youâre both free, Tara spamming you with pleas to go to some shitty club where her latest favorite indie EDM DJ is playingâwhy she thinks that her insistence that âHe looks just like Skye, I promise!â is enough incentive for you to wade through loud, sweaty, touch-feely dancers as you canât help constantly checking the exits, while simultaneously making sure a molly-rolling Tara doesnât abscond to the bathroom with a mistake waiting to happen, while being subjected to mediocre beats from her artist-of-the week, is beyond you. âSkyeâ is gorgeous, yes, but youâd rather admire the real thing up close than squint through a fog-machine haze to look at a cheap knock-off.
Maybe Sylusâs snobbery is rubbing off on you.
Then again, Tara doesnât know how up close you get to examine Skye on a regular basis, so perhaps youâre being unfair, because youâre in a terrible mood, because you havenât heard from him for a week now.
Because maybe you wonât have the chance to see âSkyeâ up close ever again. Because all you have is a deafening silence from him, and it started the day after you wiped the floor with him at the kitty cafe playing kitty cards.
Could something so petty cause him to finally lose interest in you, the way you've feared ever since you allowed yourself to consider the possibility that Sylus may be romantically interested in you?
Itâs not your fault that the longer you spend time with him, the more you have unraveled his mysteries. If he doesnât want to be so easy to beat, he needs to try harder to be less predictable. You never would have thought, when you first met him, that youâd ever think the words âpredictableâ and âSylusâ in the same sentence, but the mercurial man is like clockwork when it comes to kitty cards.
He always, always offers you the chance to go first. Why on earth would you say no, and then lose the chance to play your inevitably shitty, low-value cards in the matching colored cups, just to prevent him from playing one of his inevitably high valued cards in the matching cup?
He grumbles, tries to give âhelpfulâ advice about being patient and gambling on drawing a higher value card instead, all the while doing the exact same thing when itâs his turn and he has a shit hand. The condescending hypocrite. You stew a bit thinking about it.
And then, youâve long since learned that the arrogant bastard is cheating while you play. He somehow marks the cardsâyou donât know how. Something to do with his evol? He refuses to admit it outright, so you doubt youâll ever know. But what you first thought was a generous habit of offering to give you two of his cards for one of yours, actually turns out to be an opportunity for him to offload his low value cards and give himself a chance to poach your higher value cards. You refuse his offers now.
And lastly, youâve figured out that for all of Sylusâs skill, brilliant brain, and talent at strategy, the man has a few weaknesses that you are ruthlessly willing to exploit to gain the upper hand to beat him despite all of his dirty tricks.
Namely, heâs easily distracted by a few very specific things.
Your mouth being one of them.
So last week, you went first, played your shit cards in the colored cups, refused his offers to trade, and ordered a strawberry shortcake with extra whipped cream to enjoy while you played.
He leaned back in his seat at the kitty cafe where he was sitting across from you, manspreading as usual, arms casually draped over the back of the booth, the picture of casual, smug confidence. The dictionary definition of winner.Â
âDo you really have the luxury of splitting your focus between the game and your dessert, kitten? It looks like you need all of your concentration just to keep up, let alone win this round,â he drawled, secure in his five point lead over you. It was his turn, and yet he had time to taunt you.
You just shrugged, holding your cards fanned in one hand, dipping your finger in the whipped cream with your other. You brought it to your lips, pretending to think very hard about which card youâd play next when all of them were crap, and rubbed the cream over your bottom lip.
You heard a sharp inhale from the other side of the table, but ignored it. You âabsentmindedlyâ flicked your tongue out, gathering the cream there before swallowing and biting your lip pensively.
âItâs good,â you murmured, not taking your eyes off your cards. âNot too sweet.â
Silence. It took all of your willpower not to look up to see what his face was doing. But you heard him place a kitty in a cup, its cute little meow signaling the start of your turn.
You let your gaze flick back and forth between the board and your cards. Good. It was working. He played a low value card in a white cup instead of drawing a new card like he should have.
You put your crap sage card in the last sage-colored cup. Sylus tsked and drew a new card.
This time, you picked up one of the glazed strawberries adorning the shortcake and placed it between your lips, sucking on it gently as you âthought.â
The groan coming from across the table was so low that you almost didnât hear it over the sounds of the cafeâother players chatting, the meows of the kitties, the clink of cutlery and tableware. But you heard it, even through your tinnitus.
You played another low value card in a matching cupâthe last one. Unless he had a six, this round is yours.
You finally dared to look up and find Sylus glaring at you, all while petting a beautiful, tawny colored cafe cat that had apparently settled in his lap while you were busy trying to distract him and beat his ass at this ridiculous game.
âSy, you know the rules of the cafeâno petting the cats unless we pay extra!â You looked around furtively, forgetting the game, worried that the staff were going to get mad and kick you both out for this breach of etiquette. You pay first, then pet!
âI canât help it if, unlike some, this particular kitty is straightforward enough to ask for pets from me,â he said pointedly. âWho am I to deny its desires?âÂ
In response, you popped the strawberry fully into your mouth, closed your eyes, and bit down, letting out a genuine little sound of appreciation for the sweet fruit.
Suddenly there was a disgruntled mewl from across the table. You opened your eyes and saw Sylus with a death grip on the cat where he was previously petting it gently. The cat squirmed, trying to get off of his lap. He blinked and let go of the cat, which then bolted off of his lap like he had just yanked its tailâwhich he hadnât, but Sylusâs grip was no joke. You would know.
He watched the cat, a rare apologetic look on his face, before turning to glare at you again. âIf we get kicked out, it will be your fault,â he accused.
You just looked back at him innocently. âWhat on earth did I do?â
âMaybe Iâve been too soft with you, and youâve gotten too comfortable with meâyou grow more cunning by the day,â he said softly, almost like a threat, but he looked⌠pleased.
âStill have no idea what youâre talking about,â you hummed, taking a big forkful of the shortcake and shoving it in your mouth.Â
Sylus just groaned again. He lost every game the two of you played the rest of the evening.
When you parted ways with him, heading back home to sleep while he was heading to a meeting, he pulled you into his arms as you stood by your motorcycle. He breathed in your hair and sighed, and then pulled away, turning on his heel, and walking away without a backwards glance.
And thatâs the last you heard from him since that night.
You sit at your kitchen table, staring glumly out into the chill fall night. Your phone lights up, but itâs just Rafayel sending a photo of a little crab brandishing a plastic spork captioned Lol littering humans suck but at least this trash is useful for this lil guy heâs got a sword now
You often wonder why both Rafayel and Sylus sometimes refer to humans as if they themselves are not also human. You text back.
You: he just needs a shield. give him a bottle cap and he can fight wanderers with meÂ
Fried Shrimp: nope heâs my new bodyguard because you suck too and have been too busy lately to guard my body like you promised
You: youâre perfectly capable of guarding yourself you pyromaniac
Rafayel just responds with a poop emoji.
You consider his text. Rafayel may have a point for onceâyou have been spending every free moment that you're not working with Sylus lately.
Which is bad. You donât want him to take over your life. You want to maintain a balanced, a healthy relationship with him, if possible. It would be so easy to let yourself be consumed by his charismatic, overwhelming presence in your life. But what happens when he disappears as quickly as he appeared?
You donât want to think about it. But that point may have already arrived. You stare at your dark phone again.
You could⌠call him first. Or send a text. But youâre not to the point where you can bring yourself to contact him first. If he wants to talk to you, he isnât shy about reaching out for your attention. He calls almost every day. To tell you that you need to expect a package. To complain about his bad luck at a poker game with business rivals. To pester you about when youâll come visit him again. Mephisto hasnât seen your face for two days, heâs starting to pout. The twins brought home ten different flavors of syrup for the espresso machine, look at what youâre doing to them, theyâre going to get diabetes at this rate.
You donât think youâre to the point of being able to handle being left on read by this man if you send a text first and he doesnât answer.
Itâs time to wallow. You reach for your phone, pull up your music app, and put Taylor Swiftâs RED on repeat.
Youâll give it a few more days, and then youâll put on Olivia Rodrigo. After another week, it will be Sabrina Carpenter, because youâll probably have entered the anger stage of grief by then. After that, it will be Hozier, when you finally accept that Sylus will never be calling again and try to find the beauty in everything youâve lost.
***
âStatus report?â Sylus growls into the phone.Â
âBoss, I really think that you should reconsider this course of action,â Kieranâs voice is just loud enough for Sylus to be able to hear over the absolute cacophony of the closed cat cafe, which is considerable, even with his double, hypersensitive hearing due to his current⌠condition.
âI didnât ask for your opinion, I asked for a status update,â Sylus hisses, and then clears his throat. He totally meant to hiss just then. His hissing has nothing to do with his current affliction.
âBut I really must insistââ Kieran tries to argue, but heâs drowned out by the cat cafeâs OTTO.
âCaracal Butler! May I remind you that not only is your customer satisfaction rating in the negatives, but you are also not allowed to make personal phone calls on the kittiesâ time!â The OTTO hovers menacingly in front of him.
âOh, Iâm so scared,â he responds, voice dripping with sarcasm. Even the robot should be able to discern his disdain.
âYou should be,â it says, threateningly.
âOh? And what are the kitties going to do thatâs worse than what theyâve already done.â He flicks some cat hair off of his bespoke tuxedo. The fact that heâs going to have to get it de-haired and dry cleaned if he ever wants to wear it again just adds insult to injury, as he had been hoping to wear it with you to a Linkon City Symphony Orchestraâs performance soon. He had a matching outfit tailored for you at the same time he ordered this tux, so he has resigned himself to getting the damn thing cleaned when this... ordeal is over.
The OTTO jerks him out of his irritation with its nagging voice module. âIt is protocol for this kitty cafe to act as a responsible caretaker for the kitties under our care. We require spaying and neutering of all kitties under this roof. You have not yet received such care.â
The threat in response to his sarcasm could not be clearer.
He narrows his eyes at the OTTO and feels his tail swish menacingly as his ears press flat to his hair.
âCome anywhere near my balls and Iâll fill this cat cafe with so many cat toys of the loud, exploding variety that there will be nothing left of either it, the cats, or you except a smoking crater.â
The OTTO flits backwards out of Sylusâs reach.
âPerhaps Caracal Butler may be allowed a limited number of private phone calls on the kittiesâ time without repercussions,â it says, tone placating as it drifts quickly to the other side of the room.
âThatâs what I thought,â Sylus growls again, and not because heâs been stripped of his evol and cursed with two fucking cat ears and a tail that betrays his emotions no matter how much self control he tries to exert, but because he meant to growl.
He returns his attention back to the phone as his patience wears ever thinner. âStatus. Report.â
âBoss, I really must insistââ Kieran tries again, tone incredibly concerned, before being interrupted by Luke.
âYour hunter is listening to breakup songs and mopily staring at their phone every spare moment they get.â
Sylusâs ears swivel around to full attention and his tail thwacks a kitty climbing tower so hard itâs almost knocked off its base.
âBreakup songs? Whyââ
âThey obviously think youâve ghosted them,â Luke continues. âKeep this up and youâre gonna lose them.â
Sylus tilts his head. Could you really believe that heâs capable of ever leaving your side before you tell him to leave and mean it? What an absolutely ridiculous notion. His tail swishes thoughtfully. He did not want you to see him like thisâstripped of his power, kneeling to these demanding cats like a⌠well. Like a fucking catboy butler. He has his pride, after all. He was hoping that the curse would fade quickly and youâd be too busy with work and your social life to notice that he has been absent for a little while. And you hadnât reached out to him either, during this time. He runs his gloved hand along his bottom lip before realizing that heâs been touching cats all day, makes a disgusted face, and taps his temple instead. Why hadnât you reached out to him? His mind drifts over memories of all of your interactions with him when you are apart and he's been forced to make do with communicating to you via phone and text.
This is not the first time that it occurs to him that you have never, not once, reached out to him first. He is always the one calling you, texting you, sending you packages.
He stops, tail and ears still. He has noticed it, but he hasn't thought about it deeply. He's willing to chase you to the end of time, after all. But now, he wonders what he's missing. He is almost entirely sure that you miss him as much as he misses you when youâre apart. You always pick up the phone. You always respond to texts. As for sending packages, you've grumbled about not knowing what to gift a man who has everything, but he always reassures you that he already has everything he wants, as long as youâre there.
So why is it that you have never reached out to him first? He flicks his ears. It would be nice, if you reached out first, every once in a while. He doesn't require it. But it would be nice. He tucks that thought away for further analysis after the current problem is fixed.
Time to assess the damage, and then engage in damage control.
âWhat kind of breakup songs?â he asks.
âCurrently listening to RED by Taylor Swift.â
Sylus considers. Taylor Swift isnât as bad as Sabrina Carpenter, or Hozier. Once you start with Hozier, Sylus will really be worried.
âAre you gonna stop being a big scaredy-cat and contact your hunter now?â Luke demands, sounding absolutely done with his ridiculous boss and his equally ridiculous partner.
Sylus values the intel they just provided, so he lets the insubordination slide. This time.
âI will remedy the situation. Youâre dismissed from hunter observation detail.â
All he hears are twinned sighs of relief and then the phone disconnecting. He stares at it. What impudent henchmen.
He turns and wades through the meandering cats to the OTTO.
âIâm leaving, but I will be back to fulfill my contract once a personal emergency has been resolved.â
The OTTO, with his previous threats clearly still fresh in its memory, meekly allows him to pass without any fuss.
He steps out into the cold winter evening, the street lights and bright advertisements of Linkon City temporarily blinding him. Normally he would just teleport along rooftops to get to you as quickly as possible in such an emergency, but with this fucking curse, he has to make his way to your home like a regular human. His lip curls in disgust, but then he schools his face into its customary blank, intimidating expression as he notices people passing by gawking at his swishing tail and his cat ears. Heâs drawing enough attention to himself without looking threatening while doing it. He quickly strides to where he parked his motorcycle, jams his helmet on his head, and breaks six different traffic laws trying to get to your place as quickly as possible.
***
Youâre trying to wallow, snuggled into your bedding with a tray of some sad soup heated up from a can and a chunk of stale bread, when your hunter watch pings. You flick through the new assignment. Some asshole smuggler in biologically modified wanderers code-named âSnowy Owlâ apparently needs to be brought down. You slurp some soup while you try to formulate a plan of action for snaring this new target, who has in turn snared many innocent wanderers to then sell them to shady collectors with who knows what kind of intentions for them.Â
This is just the sort of thing that youâve all too easily grown accustomed to discussing with Sylus, due to his spiderweb of connections through the underworld. But isnât that part of the problem? Where before you would rely on yourself and Association resources to arrange a mission of this kind, now youâre all too comfortable relying on Sylus for help. That sort of sloppiness is unacceptable, and the gaping absence heâs left behind in the last week only serves to drive that point home. You cannot let the blade of your skills dull because of reliance on your all-too-willing-to-help boyfriend. Maybe ex-boyfriend, you think miserably.
You sigh, leaning back, turning up the music that you had previously turned down to focus on the mission details. Youâre trying to drown out all thoughts of the man who you need to get out of your head, only to find yourself yelping in surprise and flinging the tray with the soup at the tall intruder who has just silently appeared at the side of your bedâwho you hadnât heard at all, as if they had entered on padded cat paws.
Only to realize halfway through the soupâs trajectory that the intruder is Sylus and heâs wearing a very fancy suit.
All the previous times you have flung tableware containing hot liquid at him, Sylus has been able to dodge the container, if not its contents, because of his evol. But this time heâs struck square in the chest by both the soup and the soup bowl. It hits one big pec with a dull thud and then crashes to your floor. He stands there, dripping soup, looking down at his dress shoes.
âThe fuck, Sylus,â you breathe, not because he appeared out of nowhere in your home, again, but because you can clearly see two twitching, incredibly real-looking cat earsâtawny, fuzzy on the insides, coming to a beautiful, regal black point at the topâswiveling through his gorgeous silver hair. As your eyes travel down his long, lovely body, they catch on a flicking cat-tail with the same coloring as his ears. Something about the fur strikes you as familiar, but you canât quite figure out why.
âDarling. Dearest to my heart. My heart, in fact, beating within the safety of my ribcage. Could you, perhaps, in the future, try to refrain from assaulting me with molten liquid when I surprise you in your home.â His tail swishes, swishes, swishes behind him, and youâre utterly mesmerized. It takes a moment for it to sink in that Sylus is actually here. You want to scramble off the bed, climb him like a tree, the dripping soup be damned, and just hug him. Now that youâre seeing him in person for the first time in a whole week, you are able to actually feel how much youâve missed him, instead of suppressing, repressing, pretending that the unending ache didnât hurt so terribly much.
Youâre about to launch yourself at him when you remember why you had been feeling this way all week. Where the hell has he been? And why does he have cat attributes now? Well, more than he already had to begin with, you snicker internally, until you remember that youâre still feeling heartbroken and wary of why he has shown up now after ghosting you all week. Are you being melodramatic? Are you being immature? Are you being unfair? Could you have called him to check in, when he didnât? You eye his ears. His tail. Yes to all of the above, but it doesnât change how you simply canât bring yourself to go to him, and instead draw further back, away from him, on the bed.
He apparently doesnât miss your movement, as his ears swivel forward as you move, and then flatten onto the top of his head as he assumes an aggressively bored expression on his face.
âNot going to answer me?â he growls. Actually growls, like a cat warning a naughty kitten.
You canât help yourself. âWhoâs actually the kitten now, Sylus?â
His tail flicks violently behind him.
âCareful, kitten. Perhaps youâve forgotten in the past week that this cat has claws,â he says, low and menacing.
You just laugh at him.
âMmmm, yes, your oh-so-so sharp claws, which are now covered in soup. What are you doing here?â
He narrows his eyes at your unimpressed reaction to his empty threat. âDo I need a reason to visit my heart?â
The more he acts like nothing has changed, as if he didnât just disappear on you without a word for a week, the more wound up and jittery you feel. âWhat heart?â you ask, a little petulantly.
He lifts an eyebrow. âYou know the answer to that question.â
âDo I? Not a very important organ, if you can survive a week without it,â you grumble.
His ears swivel forward, and his tail starts to⌠wag, but his facial expression doesnât change.
You immediately regret revealing so much.
âAh,â is all he says, but he sounds pleased.Â
You look away, out the window. But all you see is Sylus in the reflection, and the dark night beyond. Youâve said too much already.Â
âIâm going to change. And then weâre going to talk,â he announces, and it sounds like a purr.
You feel silly as you realize that Taylor Swift is still warbling loudly in your bedroom about loving him but losing him so suddenly, trying to stop when youâre already in free fall, loving him being like the colors in autumn, so bright, just before they lose it all. You flick off the music.
Heâs here again. Heâs here again, but for how long?
You hear water running in the bathroom as you go to the kitchen to grab some towels and return to your bedroom to mop up the soup, tidying your embarrassingly messy flat along the way. You return to bed and wait for him.
After a few minutes, Sylus emerges from your bathroom clad in one of the soft sweaters and silk sleep pants he keeps in your closet. You canât help yourself againâyou stare at where his tail emerges from under the sweater. The flexible waistband of the pants must have been pushed down a little over his ass to accommodate where his tail emerges.Â
He strides to the bed and pauses next to it. âMay I?â he asks, tail flicking, ears twitching.
You nod, and he prowls onto your duvet on his hands and knees. Before settling next to you, however, he turns in a circle, once, twice, three times, before sinking down and pulling you into his arms, your back to his chest, curling around you. You let him, feeling the flood of safety and sense of wholeness that you always get when Sylus is touching you. You sigh. All of your worries seem so trite now. Why didnât you just text him first? Why did you wait for him to reach out first? Why are you like this?
As if reading your mind, Sylus says, âWere you worried this week?â
His arms are wrapped tightly around you, he has one leg shoved between yours, and you feel his tail curl around your bare ankle. Its fur is so, so soft.
You nod.
âWhy didnât you call me, then?â
You donât want to tell him how afraid you are of him finally not answering. Of him finally losing interest. It sounds so pathetic to even think it, let alone say it out loud.
âIâm sorry about your fancy suit,â is all you can say.
He hums, and his tail wraps tighter around your ankle. âItâs a tuxedo. And it can be cleaned.â
âFancy suit, tuxedoâpretentious, overpriced pieces of fabric,â you tease him.
âMy heart is a heathen,â he sighs into your hair. âItâs a tux that matches pretentious, overpriced pieces of fabric that happen to fit your body perfectly.â
âWhat use do I have for such fabric?â you ask, turning in his arms, lulled by his familiar humor, his still-unexplained tail wrapped around your ankle. You lie on your side, facing him. His ears twitch in your direction.
âThere's a ticket to the Linkon City Symphony Orchestra with your name on it. You should note the date in your agenda.â
âWhat if my agenda is already full? I havenât heard from you for a week.â
His ears flatten in his hair. âYouâd replace me in just a week?â
You hum a little, reaching up to run a finger along one cat ear. He makes a purring sound, deep in his throat, closing his lovely eyes. âI donât think Iâll ever be able to replace you, even if I wanted to,â you murmur, lost in his presence again, feeling safe now that heâs here again. But the week was long, and you really were afraid heâd left for good, no matter how silly it seems now. âBut maybe I thought you had replaced me,â you admit, marveling at how soft the ear is, how good it feels to caress it between your forefinger and thumb. You want to kiss it, rub your face all over it. You lift your other hand and fondle his other ear.
His tail loosens on your ankle and begins drifting up your bare leg, the fur caressing your skin so gently, until it curls around one thigh and squeezes between your legs, right below where your thighs meet. You shiver at the sensation and forget to pet him for a moment.
âYou should have more faith in your pet. Sometimes cats have business in the neighborhood that keeps them away for a few days, but they always come back home.â
âDid your âbusinessâ have anything to do with your new accessories?â
He leans, shoving his head against your hands to remind you to keep petting him, and his tail drifts up, up, until itâs nudging between your legs. You gasp softly at the delicious pressure, but have enough presence of mind to keep massaging his ears.
âYes,â he murmurs, a little breathless. âLike that.â You continue, and he continues teasing you with his tail. Itâs not enough. You want more of him.
âHow did you get the cat ears and tail, Sy?â you ask, trying to remain focused.Â
The tail nudges you a little harderâyou canât help the jerk of your hips which sends you rocking into him, where youâre met with his hard dick under the fabric of his pants. The sensation of his hardness against your front and his tail at your back is almost overwhelming.
âYour fault, kitten. You and that fucking strawberry last week,â he growls again, flexes his hips into yours. âThat cat I was petting was unhappy with how roughly I handled it while you cockteased me with your cake,â he gasps as you grind back into him, as you widen your legs to let his tail do whatever it wants, restricted only by your sleep shorts. âThe evol kitties cursed me for petting without paying, and for roughing up the cat.â
You canât help it. Even through the pleasure, you burst out laughing.
âThey cursed you with a tail and ears, and thatâs why you avoided me all week?â Itâs absurd. All that worry, thinking that heâd finally grown bored with you, because he was too, what? Embarrassed? to reveal that heâd been given such adorable attributes. âYou mean we could have been doing this all week?â you ask, incredulous, as his tail rubs against your sensitive spots through your shorts, as it nudges you again and again, as Sylus loudly purrs from the pleasure you rubbing his ears and the friction against his big dick is bringing him.
He opens his eyes, half-lidded, lips parted, panting. One of his hands drifts down your back and takes a handful of your ass, pulling, bringing your hips against his cock again. He grinds you on himself, leans forward, licks a swipe up the side of your face.
âThe biological markers that were affected by the ears and tail are tied to my own evolâI donât have my ability to manipulate energy so long as this curse lasts,â he says, breath hitching with the movement of your bodies.
You lean forward, press your forehead against his, share his panting breath. âWhat does that have to do with not calling me?â you manage, even though all you want to do is rip his pants down, shove down your own shorts, and impale yourself on him.
âDidnât want you to see me as weak,â he admits. He opens his eyes, looks into yours. He then kisses you with his full lips, soft, slow, in contrast to his tail still nudging you through your shorts at a steady rhythm, teasing, teasing, teasing.
You pull back from his kiss, catch his gaze again. âEven without your evol, youâre still one of the strongest people Iâve ever met,â you whisper.
He pauses, his ears flattening again. âJust âone ofâ the strongest people you've met?â
You laugh. âI know a lot of strong people Sy. And your new bits are cute, just like you.â His tail firmly nudges you again, once, as if to warn you. âDonât threaten me with a good time,â you tease him.
He just groans and kisses you again, his tongue slipping between your lips, his big hands moving to shove down your shorts. âI donât make threats,â he says, low, smug. âI make promises.â
You roll your eyes, but neither of you talk any more after that.
***
Much, much later, after youâre thoroughly fucked out, muscles pleasantly sore, as Sylus purrs beside you in sleep, one arm flung over you, you lie awake thinking about his admission of worrying about being 'weak' in front of you. Of the vulnerability in his questionsâwhy didnât you call him if you were worried? Would you really replace him within a week?Â
Youâve been so wrapped up in your own insecurities, so busy trying to protect yourself from what you think is the inevitable pain of being abandoned, that youâve never stopped to consider what Sylus may worry about. What his insecurities may be. He has always seemed so larger than life to you, from the very beginning. Invincible. Solitary and strong. But as youâve gotten to know him, youâve also had glimpses of his own tender heart, the same tender heart he warns you about havingâa liability in his vicious world. The care he shows the twins, who he insists are just his henchmen but clearly love him like family. His meticulous maintenance of Mephisto, whenever the bird needs parts switched out, cleaning, or upgrades. His habit of masking his true feelings by maintaining a look of boredom, as if revealing such feelings is a vulnerability that even those closest to him could exploit. Even his tendency to cheat at kitty cardsâhis luck is so bad, and he works so hard to compensate for it in the best way that his brutal life has taught him. In the end, Sylus is just a person, like anyone else. Complicated. Layered. Strong and vulnerable, cruel and kind. Youâve been spending a lot of time thinking about him as something you crave, something you adore, as well as something you fear, a threat to your heart. Not always as just a person, with feelings of his own.
Feelings that include feelings for you, specifically. He has never hidden his care for you, not since those first days of knowing him. Even if he looks indifferent, the words coming out of his mouth are always achingly straightforward, and sweet in a way that sounds sarcastic but you have learned is actually simply the unvarnished truth. His actionsâhis gifts, his texting, calling, physical clinginess when youâre with himâin the quiet dark, with Sylusâs soft snores next to you, his cat ears twitching even in sleep, you realize how utterly unfair youâve been to him. How one-sided this relationship has been up until now in a lot of ways.
Youâre suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to show him how much you care about him too. How safe he is with you, just as he makes you feel safe whenever youâre together. You recognize that you need to do some work on yourself. That itâs not normal to go through life terrified of being abandoned. That the past does not predict the future. You canât spend the rest of your relationship with Sylus, no matter how long or short it lasts, punishing him for the pain others have caused you.
You roll over in the dark and pepper his face with soft kisses, each one a silent apology for not calling him this week, when he probably needed to be reassured that you still care for the version of him with ears and a tail and stripped of his god-like abilities. How worried must he still be, moving through the world without such abilities, without his customary armor against a hostile world that wants him caged or dead?
As you lean over him, trailing your lips along his skin, his arms snake around you and pull you closer.
âTell me what I did to deserve this, so I can do it again,â he says, voice raspy from sleep. His tail wraps around your waist.
âIâm afraid I canât,â you whisper between kisses.
âA hunterâs trade secret?â You can hear his smile in the dark.
âA loverâs inability to properly articulate that all you have to do is continue being you.â
His tail tightens around you, and its end wildly thwacks your back. âThat sounded pretty articulate to me. Your words are honeyedâis there a catch?â
You kiss him on his soft lips. His hands run along your hair, down your back.
âOnly one way to find out,â you tease.
âI see youâre done pouting. Do I get any other rewards for just being me?â he asks, sly.
âOnly one way to find out,â you repeat, nudging his nose with yours.
âOh, I like surprises.â
âI know,â you say, because you do know that. You know so much about this man already.
He pauses, catches your gaze. âKeep it a secret, okay?â
Yet again, heâs showing you his weakness. Reminding you that heâs taking a risk by being here with you at all, just like you are risking your heart, and everything else, by being here with him. âYour secrets are safe with me, Sy.â
He holds you tighter in response, and you fall asleep in his arms. You donât dream about anything at all.
***
In the morning, after youâve made him coffee, after youâve eaten breakfast and youâve lounged on the couch with him, watching something stupid on tv while he browses online auctions, you tell him about your Snowy Owl mission. Heâs heard of this person, but theyâre not colleagues or rivals, moving in different circles. But he knows where to locate them, and you form a plan, inspired by Snowy Owlâs interest in modified wanderers and humans, and Sylusâs twitching ears.
âYou want me to act as your catboy butler.â He says it flatly. âBoring.â
You nod. âAnd Iâll be your owner, willing to sell you to the highest bidder.â
His ears flatten against his hair, despite his bored expression, and his tail whips back and forth, back and forth, slowly. He really hates the idea.
âDo you have a better plan?â you ask.
âBetter than you selling me off to someone else? I can think of a few. A carefully placed bomb on the cruise ship, for one.â At your look of discomfort, he continues. âYou donât even have to come. Just check off the mission as accomplished on your little Association to-do list.â
You scowl at him. âIâm supposed to bring Snowy Owl in, not assassinate them.â
âBoring,â he repeats.
âIâm not actually selling you to anyone, Sy. I just need a small distraction, much smaller than a bomb,â you cut him off as he opens his mouth. âWhile I plant a tracking device with them, once we pinpoint who they are.â
He leans over, rubs his cheek against yours. âWhatâs my reward for considering this utterly boring plan?â He drags your hand to the base of his tail.
You take the hint, grasping his tail firmly, and he groans. You pull a little, and he lets you, rolling onto his stomach on the couch. You straddle the back of his big, meaty thighs and begin palming his tail, starting at the base where it meets the skin of his lower back, circling your thumb and forefinger around it even though itâs thick enough that your fingers donât meet. You pull, and pet, over and over again, and his purrs are so loud they start to vibrate the couch.
âSay yes,â you demand. âPut that tux and your new parts to good use before the concert.â
âFine,â he gasps, as his hips jerk a little, pressing himself into the couch.
âExcellent!â You spring to your feet, heading to the shower. Thereâs not a moment to waste if youâre going to get this mission over with before his tail and ears disappear.
âStingy!â he yowls. Literally yowls, like a big tomcat thwarted in his attempt at mating by a mean owner yanking him into the house from the alley where his would-be mate was waiting.
âConsider that the down payment. Upon delivery of your promise, youâll get the rest,â you say in a sing-song voice, just to further annoy him.
âI want double!â he yowls again, but anything else he might be whining about is cut off when you let the bathroom door close behind you.
***
Sylus has been impeccable for the duration of your agreed-upon mission. Poised, elegant, obedient. He has tolerated you treating him like an object to be admired and dismissed on a whim, even when people approached you not just to express interest in your catboy butler up for bidding, but also when they showed interest in getting to know the mysterious owner of said catboy butler more intimately.
The only indication that he was perhaps not entirely pleased with his code name was a flick of his cat ears and one hard thwack of his tail against the rail of the cruise ship when you first said, âPlease fetch me more of the strata, Mister Whiskers,â in front of the other guests on the dining deck.
Furthermore, he only tried to attack and eat one personâs pet parrot, and he dropped the seagulls he kept catching at each ordered âDrop it, Mister Whiskers!â from you every time.
All in all, you think that youâre having a harder time than he is. High tea is over, seagulls have been caught and released, and youâve already collected a number of business cards and varying degrees of subtle invitations to further discuss your catboy butler. Youâve navigated each diplomatically, and are rather proud of yourself, but your own patience is wearing thin as you stand at a luxurious bar in a small lounge on one of the upper decks of the cruise ship. The floor to ceiling windows give a lovely view of the blood-red sunset over the waterâit reminds you of Sylusâs eyes. The evening, and therefore the black market trading, is about to begin in earnest. Youâre waiting for a mocktailâyouâre on the job, and you are a professional after allâwhen yet another person sidles up to you. Sylus, who has been standing at a respectable distance from you at relaxed attention, hands crossed behind his back, looking coolly over the people scattered at elegant standing tables, ears swiveling at constant alert, looks toward the newcomer, but he makes no move to come closer to you. It occurs to you that one of the reasons you are feeling increasingly off-kilter is that you are so used to Sylus touching you, draping himself over you, maintaining at least a sliver of contact at all times, that this respectful distance makes you feel like heâs standing on the other side of a great canyon.
You turn to the person who is trying to join you at the bar. Heâs handsome. Tall, muscular. Dressed nicely, with subtle style. Nothing like your boyfriendâs flashy jeweled necklaces and bold colors. His blue eyes are startling in contrast to his black hair.
âHi,â he says, smiling a little ruefully, like he wanted to open with something better, but this is all he could think of. He knows that heâs handsome and can skate by on the bare minimum.
You smile faintly back at him, despite wishing Sylus would come closer. âHi,â you say. Youâre not going to do all the work, dammit. This guy wants something from you, not the other way around.
âYouâve caused quite a stir tonight with your⌠companion,â he says, dark eyebrows lifting, gaze darting to Sylus and back to you again. âItâs made for more entertainment than usual on nights like these.â
You lift an eyebrow in response. âOh? How so?â
âWatching the sharks circling and getting into tussles about who will ultimately have your pet.â
Your stomach twists at hearing someone other than Sylus calling him a pet. Heâs not your pet. Heâs your partner. Heâs a whole personâa complicated, vicious, funny, cruel, gentle man. You suddenly hate the appraising look this asshole is giving him. But youâre a professional, damn it. You smile wider, going for seductive, amused, haughty.
âNo need to tussle,â you tilt your head. âItâs simple. Offer the highest bid, and congratulations, youâre the owner of a new, obedient, exotic pet.â
The fuckhead eyeing Sylus chuckles heartily, as if what you said isnât disgusting but the height of rich-asshole humor.
âI like the idea of owning the obedience of such a big, powerful creature. Is he willing to do anything you ask?â
The way his gaze keeps flicking to Sylus, as if he canât help himself, makes you want to remove his eyes with one of your knives and wear them as a warning to anyone else who dares look at Sylus with such depraved, cruel desire.
âPlace the winning bid and maybe youâll find out,â you say coyly, somehow controlling your homicidal urges. Barely.
âSomething to consider.â He shakes his head, as if trying to break the spell Sylus seems to have over him. âIn any case, after a while, all these events start blurring together. May I buy you a drink, to thank you for dumping new blood in the water?â
This guy is the pinnacle of rich guy ennui. He probably would enjoy dog fights or hunting other people for sport, anything to break through his privileged, seen-it-all, can-buy-it-all numbness. Despite sharing the same status of filthy rich elite, this piece of shit is everything that Sylus isnât. You want to hunt him for sport. Your nerves are fraying, and itâs getting harder and harder to maintain your composure.
âShame, I just ordered a drink.â
He leans closer, invades your space.
âWhy not indulge? You can have two drinks. And after, perhaps youâd like to show me just what your cat can do⌠a sort of preview, if you will.â He leans even closer, tilts his head as if a new thought has just occurred to him. âIs there perhaps a possibility of bidding for the pair, instead of just the butler?â
You realize that heâs propositioning you as well as your catboy butler, but the fury you feel at the idea of using Sylus for this fuckheadâs viewing pleasure overrides even your indignation at the insinuation that you, too, are for sale.
Suddenly Sylusâs warmth is at your back and the effect is immediate. Your murderous rage settles inside of you. You turn to him, lift an eyebrow like the imperious owner youâre supposed to be, slightly irritated at your servantâs interruption of⌠whatever this asshole at the bar thinks heâs getting away with. âSpeak,â you command, imitating the most imperious man you know. Sylus, as he has done the entire duration of your appearance in public on this ship, does not react at all to your obvious inside joke.
âMy owner,â he purrs deferentially, dipping his head. âYou asked that I escort you back to your cabin at 21:00 in order to properly prepare for the bidding.â
The assholeâs gaze drifts from Sylus to you and back again. âA possessive cat, I see. What will he do, when his owner abandons him to another?â
You shrug, as if you donât want to pull this guyâs tongue out of his mouth and garrotte him with it.
âAs I said, buy him and find out,â you breathe through the nausea, trying desperately to stay in characterâyou are the same ilk as this guy, here to pawn your broken, loyal manservant onto anyone who can afford him. âBut heâs right. Thank you for the interesting ⌠offer, but the auction is about to begin. Tick tock, tick tock.â
âYouâre a very good salesperson,â he smirks, as if pleased with the idea of depriving Sylus of his beloved owner and seeing if he can bend him to his will. You canât see why you ever thought him handsome at all. âA raincheck, then, on the drink, and perhaps your own company.â
You just lower your head slightly, barely suppressing the urge to put this man on the ground and punch his smug smile until he is permanently unrecognizable, and the intensity of your renewed desire to hurt him for daring to even look at Sylus has you reaching for Sylusâs arm for support. He tucks your hand into his elbow and leads you out of the lounge.
When you finally reach your first class cabin on this pretentious floating black market, however, you see the strain that his flawless behavior has placed on your miscreant boyfriend.
As soon as the door closes behind you, he growls, deep in his throat, and spins, grabbing your wrist. He pulls you more roughly than usual through the elegant sitting roomâthe place looks like the interior designer was trying to recreate the staterooms of the Titanicâto the bedroom. Without letting go of your wrist, he yanks the scarlet velvet duvet and crisp white sheets from the bed and dumps them on the floor. The ocean glitters under the bright moonlight outside the bedroomâs window, the salt scent strong. The bed successfully stripped, Sylus now tries to jerk you onto the mattress, but you dig your heels into the plush carpet, feet dragging because despite your own strength, you canât match his. You jerk your wrist from his grasp and whirl on him. You are willing to die for him, but you arenât going to let him manhandle you like this.
âWhat is wrong with you?â you demand, rubbing your wrist.
âIf I still had my evol, youâd be on the bed.â His voice is still calm, but his tail flicks angrily.
âIf you still had your evol, I hope you wouldnât use it on me when youâre this upset,â you glare at him.
He doesnât respond, just begins to pace. Around the bed. Back into the sitting room. He veers into the bathroom and then returns to the bedroom. The anxious energy heâs giving off is palpableâyouâve never seen him this agitated in the entire time youâve known him.
The longer heâs quiet, the more concerned you become.Â
âSylus?â you ask, softly. âAre you okay?â
âOh, Iâm Sylus again? Not Mister fucking Whiskers?â
You stare at him. Your boyfriend, who is always up for teasing pet names and playful banter, is looking at you like heâs genuinely angry about the silly code name.
âSylusâ?â
His tail is thrashing back and forth as he continues to pace, ears flat against his hair. âAre you sure youâre interested in hearing how Mister Whiskers is doing now? You didnât seem to be too interested when you were being fawned over by your suitors.â
You stare at him. At the tension heâs holding in his body, the wild movements of his tail.
âSylusââ
âThis was a boring plan to begin with, and now itâs even less interesting. You already have a mountain of gifts from my biddersâleave. Go through them to see if Snowy Owl has taken the bait so we can get this charade over with,â he snaps, effectively dismissing you. He sits on the side of the bed and puts his head in his hands.
With each harsh word, you feel your insides folding in on themselves. He hasnât spoken to you like this since he held you captive when you first met. He promised heâd never treat you like that again, but you realize he never promised to never speak to you like that again.
Normally, how heâs talking to youâif it were any other person, youâd be out the door. Gone, ghosted. You speak to yourself cruelly enough every day in your own head, you donât need that shit from other people. Youâre even more shocked that itâs coming from Sylus, of all people. The Sylus who has cared for you so patiently, through all the time youâve been together since that first auction. Who kills with his bare hands, but touches you with those same hands as if youâre made of glass. Until tonight.
You are tempted to run as the betrayal, confusion, and fear of the inevitable end course through you. To just stuff the gifts waiting for you on the sitting roomâs coffee table into one of the big duffels you brought, move to another room, and wing the rest of the operation without Sylus. You can pose as a fucking waiter once you figure out Snowy Owlâs identity. You donât need him for this mission. And you donât need him in your fucking life, if this is his true self.
As youâre almost to the door leading to the hallway, reaching for the handle, you suddenly remember your promise to yourself, just a few nights agoâthe night Sylus came to your place and you learned why he had gone silent for a whole week.
Your resolution that you wouldnât give in to your fear at his expense anymore, that you would show him you care for him, just as he has done so for you through all of your time together. Even when he witnessed your worst moments, he did not walk away from you. He stayed, even as you pushed him away.
You think about how he was afraid for you to see him stripped of his power, as if youâd ever think him weak, and think less of him for something outside of his control. If I still had my evol, youâd be on the bed. How unnerving must it be for him to be in this sharkâs tank without his ability to protect himself beyond his own body? It suddenly occurs to you that if he gets injured while his power is suppressed, he wonât heal like he normally does. The idea that he could get seriously hurt while here, helping you on a mission that has nothing to do with him, hurts a hundred times worse than the words he just snapped at you.
Werenât you just furious with that fuck from the cocktail lounge for talking about Sylus like he was an object, instead of a person? Sylus is a human being. Heâs not a god. Heâs not perfect. Heâs just a complicated man, a complicated man who hurt you with his harsh words tonight, but who has steadfastly shown how much he cares for you in the best way he knows how. Who could be expected to act normally, to be their best self, if one were to find oneself fundamentally changed, stripped of a lifetime of skill and ability, experiencing strange new urges, and to top it all off, thrown into a dangerous situation?Â
You turn and walk back through the sitting room, to the bedroom where heâs sitting, head still in his hands. You stand in front of him.
âSylus.â
He doesnât respond. You reach out, gently grip his chin, and lift his face.
He lets you, docile. His cat ears are drooping.
âTell me,â you order.
He refuses to look at you. His tail swishes petulantly behind him.Â
âTell. Me.â You tighten your hold on his jaw.
His eyes flick to yours, but he keeps his face turned away. âCaracalâs hate water.â
You gaze into his beautiful eyes, fire-lit gems. âAnd a caracal is the type of cat that youâve partly mutated into?â
He nods, just a little movement of his head.
âAnd I brought you onto a boat, surrounded by water.â
He finally turns his head to face you, gazing at you but not responding.
âWhat else?â You relax your hold on his jaw, moving your palm to cup his cheek and bring up your other hand into his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands.
âEach person who shook your hand, who handed you their business card, who leaned too close to you⌠their stench is all over you.â
You run your fingers through his hair until you reach one of his cat ears and gently begin to rub it. He closes his eyes and he leans into your touch.
âWhat else?â
âIf this plan goes sideways, I wonât be able to protect you.â
With each admission, his shoulders relax. His face softens. But thereâs still something bothering him. You search his beautiful face. His tail flicks, flicks, flicks.
âWhat else, Sy?â You lean down, rest your cheek against his soft hair. His ears are velvet against your skin.
He reaches out and clasps the backs of your thighs to pull you closer to him and rests his forehead against your chest. âEven if itâs just for the mission, are you really okay with letting someone else have me?â
It takes you a moment, but when you realize what heâs saying, youâre floored.Â
Sylus has spent the whole evening watching you laugh off multiple peoplesâ offers to take over ownership of your catboy butler. He watched you tell that little bitch at the bar, more than once, to buy Sylus to find out how obedient he is, how heâll react to being parted from his beloved owner. Each time, you responded in character, like the idea didnât bother you at all. Because thatâs what the mission required.Â
You realize that this entire ordeal has made him insecure. He wants you to be jealous. He wants you to be possessive of him. The thought never once crossed your mind that he would be bothered by the cover you planned for this mission. He is always so self-assured, only hinting at flashes of jealousy in playful, dismissive terms. And yet he doesnât want you to be okay with the idea of him being possessed by another, no matter how briefly, no matter how falsely.
You continue to pet him as you let everything he just admitted sink in. The water, other peoplesâ scents on your body, his lack of power at the moment, your lack of jealousy at the mere idea that another would have him.
After all the times Sylus has comforted you, cared for you, solved problems for you, itâs now your turn to do the same for him.
You drop your hands and he looks back up at you with such raw longing that you almost canât step away. But you must.
âWould you like to abort the mission?â
He looks at you in confusion. âDonât be ridiculous. This is your job.â
You smile down at him helplessly. âDonât you realize by now that youâre more important to me than my job?â
He sucks in a breath.
âHow else could I be with the most wanted man on the planet?â
âThe only reason I have been able to repress my instincts through this whole shitshow is reminding myself how important this mission is to you,â he breathes, closing his eyes.
âYour instincts?â
âYou have no idea,â he says through clenched teeth. His tail is violently flicking again. You canât bear to see him so distressed.
âYes or no. Forget what you think I want. If itâs too much, we leave right now.â
Eyes still closed, ears still flattened to his head, he shakes his head no.
âOkay.â You turn, but he reaches out and grabs your wrist to stop you leaving. You put your hand over his. âSince I canât remove the ship from the water, Iâm just closing the window and the curtains so you donât have to see it.â
He reluctantly releases your wrist. You do as you promised, and when youâre done you return to stand between his legs.
âWhat do you need to do about how I smell?â
You donât have to repeat yourself. He grasps your wrist again, pulling your closer. He grabs the hem of your outfit and pulls, tugging it over your head, lifting your legs one by one to tear off your shoes, tossing everything into the farthest corner of the room, until youâre standing in front of him in your underwear. He then pulls you down onto the bed with him, rolling you under him. He presses his face into your neck and rubs, rubs, his tail wagging behind him, his ears brushing against your skin again, their softness making you want to grab them and pull, pull, the cuteness aggression difficult to contain. You satisfy yourself by running your hands through his hair, gripping slightly, tugging, releasing.
As he rubs his cheeks all over you, he pauses to lick your skin, runs his hands along your shoulders, your arms, your waist.
After a long time, his manic movements slow and he inhales deeply. âYou have no idea how hard it was to resist the urge to piss on your shoes while you were talking to that bastard in the cocktail lounge.â
You freeze. âPiss⌠on my shoes?â
âDidnât you know? Cats urinate to mark their territory,â he licks your skin again, purrs. âAnd youâre my territory, sweetheart.â
You donât even know how to feel about his admission. âWell⌠I might be willing to die for you, but I draw the line at letting you pee on me. So thank you, for not giving in to your caracal urges.â
He pauses, lifts his head. âDonât fucking say youâll die, ever again,â he growls. âI forbid it.â
You laugh, a little breathlessly. You decide itâs not a good time to point out that you will, in fact, someday die. Probably sooner than the average human, with your job. So you just say âOkay.â
He looks mollified and his tail begins to swish playfully again. âSo thatâs a no on watersports, in the future?â
You scowl at him. âJust try to piss on me and see what happens.â
âThat sounds like a challenge. And you know thatâs like catnip to this big cat. Are you sure you arenât actually interested in golden showers?â
All you can do is laugh, and pull him down to you, and kiss him so heâll shut the fuck up about peeing on you.
After a few minutes of mauling him, you groan and pull away.
âIf we donât want this entire thing to be a waste, we need to check the contacts we made today and finish the mission before the auction is over.â
He rests his head against your shoulder. âI know, but I donât want to get off you. No one can hurt you as long as youâre under me,â he grumbles.
You stare at the ceiling and run your hands through his hair again, fondling his cat ears. âI survived before I met you, because Iâm a fucking badass. Iâm strong enough for the both of us, especially for a covert mission like this. We go through the business cards and gifts, pinpoint Snowy Owlâs room, you distract them for ten minutes while I plant surveillance, we get the fuck out before the auctionâs over.â
âYou and I both know how quickly plans get fucked,â he murmurs into your skin.
âAnd you and I both know that I am skilled enough to unfuck it. And with you here, even without your evol, itâs going to be okay.â
His tail lifts, curls up your leg.
âFine.â He rolls off of you reluctantly, and you immediately miss his weight. âBut the reward for going along with your plan is now tripled.â
âYou can have anything you want, when this is over,â you promise, sliding off the bed and gathering your clothes from the floor.
âEven a golden shower?â
You throw your shoe at him. He just catches it and laughs, relaxed again.
After youâre dressed, the two of you tear into the gifts people sent hoping to gain your favor and therefore an advantage in the auction for your catboy butler. Sylus, the spoiled creature that he is, tosses multiple priceless trinkets aside like theyâre trash, complaining about being bored out of his mind. However, he bats at a feathered butt plug before realizing what heâs doing and then tosses it as well. The only other thing he expresses even a passing interest in is a little spray can with DOCTOR SLEEPYTIME printed on the side, with the caption reading, âA stalkerâs new best friend! Never worry about your target waking up too early again! Ten fewer side effects than chloroform!â You squint at it. The legal disclaimers are a solid block of text underneath the caption. Apparently, one of the side effects that it still shares with chloroform is death. You donât comment when you see Sylus slip it into the breast pocket of his tux, not even wanting to know what he has planned for it. Finally, you open a small box and realize that the weird little thing inside matches the description the Association provided you of Snowy Owlâs calling card.
âGot you,â you whisper triumphantly, pawing through the packaging to figure out which room it came from.
Sylus stands, prepared to play his part in this little ruse, but you stop him before he opens the door. âWait a second,â you say, running to the bedroom, throwing open your luggage in the cabinâs closet, and pulling out what you had hastily prepared in anticipation of this mission.
You return to Sylus with the item hidden behind your back.
âYou asked if Iâm really okay with the idea of sending you to someone else.â
He just watches you in silence, ears twitching in curiosity, tail swishing behind him.
âOf course Iâm not. You donât know how badly I wanted to slit that fuckerâs throat who talked about you like youâre not even a person. I feel sick at the idea of anyone else looking at you with anything less than respect and admiration, let alone as some kind of object to be owned. I canât even stand the thought that I own you. You are wholly your own person, and Iâm just happy that you want me by your side, and allow me to adore you.â
His tail swishes faster the longer you speak, but stills at your last sentence. âBut you do own me. Body and soul.â
You swallow through the thickness in your throat. Youâre not going to cry at his absurd, devoted answer.
âThen perhaps you will do me the honor of wearing this while weâre apart.â You show him the soft black leather collar. âIt can only be placed on you, and taken off you, by a person whose pheromones match those of your owner. Your true owner.â
âSo this was your trump card,â he murmurs, tail thwacking against the door so hard that the door vibrates.
You shrug. âYou donât have to wear it.â
He flattens his ears against his head. âNonsense. Put it on me,â he commands imperiously.
You try to hide your smile, but probably fail. âIn that case, I hope it will remind you that I am definitely not okay with sending you to someone else. But none of this is real, and when weâre off this boat, Iâm never going to ask you to do something like this again.â
He reaches out and wraps his hand around your wrist. âHow many times must we go over this? You can ask anything of me.â
âJust because I can, doesnât mean I want to.â
Without waiting for his answer, you unclasp the collar and lift onto your tiptoes to thread it around his neck. He growls softly, in annoyance or exasperation, and sinks to his knees in front of you.
As always when Sylus kneels before you, youâre overcome with a sense of wrongness. But he seems to want to give this to you, to drive home the point that anything he has is yours for the taking. You canât find it in yourself to refuse him by insisting that you could have reached his neck just fine without him having to kneel.
You lay the collar against his neck, thread the end through the buckle, and tighten it. His eyes are half-lidded, the glow of his irises spilling from between his eyelashes. He seems to be enjoying this so much that you tighten it just a little bit beyond what is necessary, just to see his reaction. He lets out a pathetic little gasp, and you loosen it, worried youâve hurt him. But his chest expands and his ears droop, almost as if heâs disappointed. So you tighten it again. âYes,â he breathes.Â
You stand there, with this gorgeous, half-feral man at your feet, fingering the pendant of the collar. You couldnât afford the platinum that you think Sylus deserves, so silver had to do. But you did splurge a little to have your initials engraved on the inner side of the pendant, so that itâs pressed against his skin where no one else can see it. Your little secret against his pulse.
âWe need to get moving, Sy,â you whisper, regretfully.
He rises gracefully to his feet.
âIf you want it taken off, just ask.â
He gives you a disdainful look, his only response a tsking sound on his tongue. He leans down, kisses you, once, hard, and then straightens. He turns, throws open the door, and disappears down the hallway.
The rest of the mission goes off without a hitch. When you arrive at Snowy Owlâs door, you pick the lock easily, slip into the empty room, leave a variety of tracking devices in their possessions, and slip out again unseen.
You return to your room, prepared to wait for Sylus, trying to suppress the worry that heâll have to put up with yet another handsy asshole all because he doesn't want to jeopardize your mission.
However, when you open the door, you find your big, beautiful cat already lounging on one of the sitting roomâs ornate love seats, examining his nails and humming leisurely.
At his feet is the asshole from the cocktail lounge, bound, gagged, and clearly roughed up, his bloody nose dripping into the fabric of his mouth gag.
âThe fuck, Sylus?â you ask.
Sylus rolls his head to look at you, lovely eyes glowing in the light of the tiffany lamps on the tables on either side of the love seat.
âI brought a gift for my owner,â he says, ears twitching between you and the asshole who started to struggle at your entrance, making little pleading whimpering noises. âI could tell how much you hated this waste of oxygen the whole time you had to endure his attention at the bar.â
âA⌠gift?â you repeat.
âYou have no idea the self control it took to suppress the instinct to bring him to you as a corpse, as nature intended, when I was done playing with him. But I assumed that would make my owner mad,â he says languidly, but his tail is flicking in agitation.
âOkay,â you draw out the word, trying to process this⌠gift. âAnd Snowy Owl?â
âPassed out in a janitorâs closet in the shipâs casino,â he shrugs. âDoctor Sleepytime is true to its claims. A great improvement over chloroform,â he drawls. âIâll have to leave a good review on their website.â
Relief floods through you. Youâre done. The mission is almost complete. All thatâs left is to get the fuck off this floating cesspool.
âThank you,â you murmur. But youâre still left with the problem of what to do with Sylusâs âgift.â âBut Sy, what the fuck am I supposed to with⌠this.â You canât help but sneer a little at the asshole still struggling on the ground.
âWhatever you want, my heart,â Sylus responds. âHeâs wanted in Linkon City by at least three different agencies. But we could just dump him over the railing and be done with it. In fact, Iâd prefer that,â he says, perking up.
You march over to him and slip a finger under his collar.
âNo! Bad kitty,â you scold, pulling a little on the leather, intending to simply tease him for his outrageous suggestion.
Sylus just gasps, eyes going half lidded again. You stop in surprise at the clear pleasure your rough treatment is causing him, but he wraps his hand around your wrist and moves your hand again, tightening the collar against his neck once more.
âIf Iâm a bad kitty, you better keep a tight hold on me to make sure I donât drag home any other unwelcome surprises,â he says, voice low and rough.
âOh?â You marvel at how lovely he looks, cheeks flushed, mouth slightly open, breathing hard. âMaybe my bad kitty needs to be punished, so he stops suggesting I murder wanted criminals instead of bringing them to justice like a professional.â
The man on the floor who is forced to witness this flirtation struggles harder, his whimpers ranging from disgusted to terrified. You ignore him.
âOh nooo,â Sylus says, voice dripping with sarcasm. Then he narrows his eyes. âYou better make good on your promise. Or are you just full of empty threats?â
You lean down and press the heel of your hand onto his hard cock straining against his zipper, hard. He moans, eyelashes fluttering.
âGet us to the getaway boat without causing a scene and youâll find out what Iâm full of. Or what Iâm about to be full of, if youâre a good kitty for me,â you breathe into his ear.
The man on the floor gags a little.
Sylus stands, lifting you in one arm, grabbing a full duffel bag you hadnât noticed with the other.
âWhatâs that?â
âYour bad kitty helped himself to a cat treat,â he purrs.
âWhat kind of souvenir?â
âThe loud, prone-to-exploding-if-you-shake-it-too-hard-kind.â He grins at you, canines flashing.
You canât help yourself. You burst out laughing.
It may have started with trouncing your crimelord boyfriend at kitty cards, but it ended with you learning how to better care for your catboy boyfriend. It also ended with the arrest of both Snowy Owl and the poor bastard who had to listen to you 'punish' said boyfriend from inside the duffel bag that he was stuffed in after Sylus cut the engine of the getaway boat halfway to your destination, too impatient to wait till you both got home to claim part of his reward for being such a good, good kitty.
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Sweeter Than Honey
Pairing: Matt Murdock x f (afab) plus size reader Prompt: Smutty fic w/afab bi plus size reader & Matt Murdock. The smuttier the better! Word count: 4.2K Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smutty-smut-smut! I think this is the smuttiest thing I've ever written. Language warning, I think! No physical description other than reader being plus size. One reference to reader being bi. Established relationship. Not proof or beta read. I A/N: I'm so excited to share the 2nd Fics for Palestine fic (you can learn more at that link)!!! A massive thank you to @thatesqcrush for donating to PAL Humanity! I really appreciate it, and hope you enjoy it! I hope everyone else enjoys this Matt fic! I did write half of this loopy on pain meds and fuelled by sleep deprivation so be kind lol! I've had a pretty cursed week. Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated! 𫶠P.S. Keep doing what you can to support Palestine! It's all important, whether it's donating, contacting your local and relevant political reps, sharing and engaging with resources and posts, showing up to local events etc. Here is a post I made with free things to do from home to help Palestine. Much love đ¤â¤ď¸đ¤đ Gif by @cellophaine
The city that never sleeps at night, is still humming with life. Thatâs all out of focus as youâre sprawled out in bed, enjoying the soft pitter-patter of rain against the windows of Hellâs Kitchen, itâs lulled you in and out of sleep throughout the evening. That and the body of the devil of Hellâs Kitchen.Â
Matt and you had spent the afternoon inside, making love, cuddling up on the sofa watching some television and listening to the audio description voiceovers. After an early dinner of takeaways that had been delivered to the apartmentâs doorstep and possibly another orgasm or two, Matt had then left for a patrol.Â
The rest of your evening had passed pretty quickly with mindless activities and chores and now you were in bed. Dozing in and out of sleep, youâre well aware that your sleep wouldnât be unbroken until you had the warmth pressed against you that only Mattâs body could provide. There was something about how it felt to have his strong arms around you to be his little spoon and how heâd press kisses against your neck and shoulders as heâd start to enter and then later on leave sleep.Â
It wasnât long after your next yawn and long blink that you heard the telltale signs of Mattâs body quietly but still audibly entering the apartment. It was impressive, he was a fox of a man but he also moved in such a fox-like manner, it was sneaky, elegant, and careful, youâre sure that to those against him, it felt sly and quick too.Â
You blink a few more times before you see his figure come into the bedroom, heâs walking fine, which kind of surprises you, his senses are spectacular but he was never gifted with super healing or anything, he had to suffer and bear the pain just like everyone else. You immediately smile as you see him come in. He quickly strips off of his vigilante gear and shoves it away and then walks to the bed.Â
He crawls on the bed until heâs close to you, he plants a kiss on your plump upper arm and then starts to trace his fingers along it, trying to feel any freckles or moles that he maybe has missed a previous night and is yet to commit to his memory. Itâs something that mightâve made you feel a tad insecure years ago, once upon a time but now, you just take it for the peaceful moment of love that it is. âHow was it? You donât look like a wounded warrior tonight.â You tilt your head slightly to look at him, you canât help the feeling of contentment as you move a hand of yours to run through the soft and now sweaty hair on his head.Â
âQuiet. Barely petty even.â He says as he moves so heâs leaning more on top of you, resting his chin on your chest. You hum in response, itâs a bit surprising but youâre not complaining, heâs home earlier which is perfect. It might be hard to believe but sometimes there are even quiet nights in New York, somehow. âYou didnât have any gentlemen or lovely ladies come over to take my place and keep the bed warm while I was gone, did you?â He asks playfully as his fingers feel the soft material of your nightgown as his hand runs along your full hips.Â
âNo, not tonight.â You reply with a small chuckle as you look at his handsome face, taking in how each feature of his looks in the dim light.Â
âThatâs good because I missed you.â He says in that voice that immediately makes your cheeks heat up and you canât help but feel every filthy thought youâve ever had about him floating around in your head at this moment.Â
âIs that so?â You ask in a whisper, you try to keep your voice even but it cracks with a bit of need and you know he hears it. He wouldâve sensed it by now. âOf course.â Matt lets out a small breathless chuckle his expression morphing into a wider grin as he runs his hand down to your thick thighs, caressing gently with the midnight whispers of whatâs to come. You watch his handsome face, taking in the expression, how thereâs a playfulness in the quirk of his lips but there is also concentration etched into his brows and highlighted by the dim, evening light. Your eyes drop to watch his hand as you feel his rough, calloused hands gently push the hem of your nightgown up to more of your stomach. You donât even realise youâre holding your breath until his fingers feel your now bare upper thighs and he squeezes them, you let out a short breath and quickly inhale again. Matt was absolutely in love with you and your body, he worshipped you, exactly as he should. You were a bit surprised that after the day youâd both had and then him coming back from a patrol he was already ready to go but as your cheeks heated up, he could be completely insatiable at times but you didnât have a single complaint. âMay I, darling?â He asks. âYes, nowâŚâ You whisper with a smile to match his growing one. âGood, I need youâŚâ He lets out a small groan as he moves so heâs now hovering over you as he spreads out your thighs and gets between them. He runs his fingers along the sensitive skin of your plush thighs. Matt brings his head down and leaves a trail of warm kisses inching up your thighs, you inhale and let out a little moan as you feel his hot breath on you and his soft, warm lips. You move your hand to touch the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as his kisses trail up higher and higher, getting closer to your core. He moves a hand up to lightly squeeze the beautiful love handles you have, heâs been enchanted by you from the very first beat of your heart that he could hear. Heâs obsessed and his senses could just drown in you, he will happily shut out the rest of the world and all the responsibilities, codes of ethics and Catholic guilt that haunt him just to be fully focused on and overwhelmed by you. His hand that isnât squeezing you moves up to get closer to your sweet hole. âYouâre so perfect⌠So beautifulâŚâ He says in a husky voice between the thigh kisses heâs showering you with. Mattâs fingers tease around your folds, more on the furthest parts of your vulva he can feel your arousal, he can smell it. Heâs barely touched you but youâre already so needy and ready for him, he grins like the devil he is and his fingers edge closer to your core, he expertly teases his fingers through your slick folds. When he feels your juices and just how turned on you are, a deep groan leaves his mouth and you see his hips instinctively press into the mattress for a moment. You let out a gasp, it never takes him long to get you slick like this, just a few words and that infamous cocky grin thatâs a frequent fixture on his face in the bedroom. You run your hands through his hair a bit more urgently now while he keeps teasing you with his digits, his fingers becoming coated in your juices. âAlready soaking wetâŚâ Matt teases in the sexiest tone youâve ever heard, you let out a barely audible and desperate whimper, just needing more. You need more of him, as you watch Matt lift his hand away for a moment to bring it closer to his face. You watch him with heavy-lidded eyes as he licks it up, at first itâs slow and then he sucks the taste of you off his fingers more quickly and he moans.Â
âYou always taste so good, sweetest thing in the worldâŚâ He says as he then moves his hand back down and fingers now circle your sweet hole, teasing you and you let out a whine as you just want to swallow him up now. âYou taste so good, and youâre just so wet, baby⌠That pussy is just begging to be lickedâŚâ He groans, a neediness in his voice thatâs just as equal to the need burning inside of you. âPlease, MattâŚâ You whine out, your nails scratching his scalp a little bit more roughly. You need him, every muscle in your body is craving to feel his sensual touch, each inch of your skin needs to feel his body and you just need to be filled by him.Â
He quickly pushes his index finger in and you moan out. He closes his eyes as he slides it in and out, enjoying how your velvety walls swallow him, focusing on the other-worldly feeling of your body and the sweet musical moans each thrust of his fingers pulls out of you. Youâre his soft and sexy instrument, singing out the most melodic tune. You moan out and tug his short hair as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out, he lets out a groan as he feels more and more of your juices. He slips another finger in, youâre that wet it slides in so easily and he groans at the feeling of how you just swallow that finger up and you moan yourself at the the fuller feeling it gives your hole. He canât help it, he was right in his earlier statement, your body is just begging him to dive right in for a taste, he canât resist it anymore, so he continues to pump his fingers in and out, pressing them in deeper and moving them at a faster pace as he brings his face closer to your core. Matt trails his tongue along the edge of your core, lightly running it along your folds as he moves his thumb to circle your sensitive little bud that is just begging for his attention.Â
His tongue glides amongst your folds and he moans against you as his fingers keep pumping and his thumb circles more lazily against your bundle of nerves. He moans against you and the simple vibrations of that make your body shake slightly and you moan out as your breathing becomes more shallow from the pleasure. âYou make me feel so good Matt.â You whine out as you buck your hips up to meet his mouth and fingers more. That simple movement drives him more wild and he pumps his fingers more intensely making you moan. He starts to move his tongue more through you and eagerly laps up between your folds, his tongue brushing against your clit. Heâs savouring the sweetness of your pussy like heâs a man thatâs been absolutely starved, that he hasnât eaten in forever and heâs never had a meal as decadent as this, that heâs never even dreamed of something so delicious and perfect even though his face had been buried between your thighs only hours ago, not weeks, months or years like you might imagine with how eager he was.Â
Matt licks your clit, circling it with the biggest need to pleasure you, he needs to devour this divine feast in front of him. He groans as he thinks about how heâd happily spend the rest of his life in this exact position, pleasuring you exactly like this. He needs to make you come, heâs feeling himself becoming harder and harder the more he thinks about making you come and feeling it on his tongue, his face, and being able to taste it. The feeling of Mattâs fingers curling inside you more makes you groan and your eyes widen as he sucks on your bundle of nerves and then hums, his mouth constantly going between lapping you up, licking and sucking on your clit. Youâre getting closer and closer, you pull on his hair more and whine out loudly, you can feel the start of that incredible high kicking in. âIâm so close- Iâm gonna-Iâm gonna come MattyâŚâ You frantically cry out as your eyes squeeze shut and your back arches as you tug on his hair, making you groan, he keeps licking and circling your clit and thrusting his thick fingers into you as you become undone and cry out as you release directly onto his fingers and tongue. You shake slightly as you come down from that high, your body overcome by pleasure and your sensitive spots becoming even more sensitive from release. Mattâs fingers move at a more gentle pace that pulls out another soft moan from you as you take some deep breaths. Matt licks you up, taking in each drop of your juices that he can just so he can treasure them on his tongue, let the flavour become a permanent memory for his mouth. One might think heâs licking you clean and while itâs a bit overstimulating his tongue is gentle, he isnât done with you yet. He needs more of his sweet treat first before he can even think of moving on to having another part of him buried deep inside of you. He needs to make you come again first. You moan, and keep your eyes closed as all you can do is try to focus on your breathing, something youâre only able to do for four seconds, at the most. And youâre immediately back to only being able to focus on the feeling of his tongue working you through it. How it just makes you more aroused and wetter, you canât help but think about how wet is mouth and chin must be, how theyâll glisten with your juices when he does pull away. âMattâŚâ You whisper and moan as you tug his hair lightly. âCome on baby.â He whispers against you before slowly licking through your folds again, the hand that isnât slowly fingering you, moves up to your round stomach to caress it lovingly, almost reassuringly. âJust give me one more, please?â He asks as your cheeks heat up at that and you let out a little chuckle between moans. âItâs not going to take long for that.â You groan out as you feel his tongue apply more pressure to your hypersensitive bud.Â
âI know.â He whispers cockily against your clit which makes you shiver. Of course, he knew. What didnât he know, he was a sexy human lie detector, one conveniently buried between your legs right now.Â
Youâre feeling a bit overstimulated at the strokes of his tongue, but it also feels incredible as he keeps swirling his tongue, circling and sucking on your clit. He sucks a bit harder like his life depends on it as he applies more pressure with his mouth and also presses his fingers a bit deeper into your hole. Youâre soaking him but he canât help but moan against your core at the feeling of your needy, overstimulated bud and how your slick walls keep swallowing his digits up with each movement he makes.Â
Matt sucks a bit more hungrily as he can tell from your heartbeat and breathing that heâs brought you right back to the cliff again and youâre not even moments away from being pushed over into another release. God, he loves working you up like this and you love it too. One hand is tugging on his hair, becoming rougher with each calculated lick of his and your other is up to the other side of the pillow, tightly holding it, digging your nails in as you moan and feel that feeling of an orgasm building up again in your core. Your hips buck more into his face as you moan and your back arches as you whine out, your eyes roll back as the warm waves of that sweet release overcome you. Any and all tension in your body leaves as his tongue laps you up through your release. He was so obsessed with the taste of you, it was so much better than any cheap beer that Josieâs could serve on a hot night, sweeter than any honey thatâs melted on his tongue.Â
His hand gently caresses your hip, tracing along an imaginary map as he licks you through the high and cleans you up with his mouth. He groans and comes up, leaving his second home for a moment.Â
âYou taste and feel so good, I need to feel you more, I need to be buried in you.â Matt pants out as he moves up so that his hips are closer to yours and his face is hovering just inches against you. His voice is needy and low, if you were standing up and not already lying down on the bed you wouldâve melted into a puddle. âMm⌠Let me feel you deep inside, fill me up, Matty.â You whine out quietly as you run a hand lazily through his hair and place the other on the back of his shoulder. âMy fingers werenât enough were they?â He asks as he moves each of your legs to wrap around the back of his waist. âNo..â You whine out as you look at him with heavy lids, running your fingers through his soft hair. âMm, say my fingers werenât enough.â He whispers and your cheeks heat up. âYour fingers werenât enough Matty, didnât make me feel full enough baby.â You moan out as you feel him press in. He groans at the feeling, he slides in slowly but easily with your two recent orgasms and just how soaked you are. He takes a shaky breath as his eyes close and he feels your body adjust to his entry and how your walls swallow, tighten and clench around his member.Â
âMmmâŚâ You moan out as your head falls back further into the pillow, Matt groans and starts to slowly move his hips against you which draws out a chorus of groans and moans from both of you. He caresses your plump thighs while moving and goes on a journey of kisses starting with your full cheeks to your soft jaw and along your sensitive neck, he groans and smirks at the way you moan when he gives those spots attention. His kisses are soft and sensual as he caresses and wraps his arms around you while he rocks in and out. âSo perfect for me every time, you know that right? So perfect, and you swallow me up, and your body⌠I donât need anything else.â He says and you feel his breath and each word tickle against your collarbone as he thrusts in and out. Your cheeks heat up and you groan as he thrusts in deeper and you feel yourself clenching around him, swallowing him up more with each perfect movement he makes. You love him, you love how he feels, how he makes you feel, you love who he is as a person and you love his body. Mattâs body presses closer against yours, flushing your bodies together, chest to chest, his forehead leaning against yours as he rocks in, his arms wrapping around, pressing your head closer ever so lovingly. He always loves this cuddling position, that makes your bodies feel even more like one. He moves deeper into you, enjoying this as he presses a soft kiss against your lips but he canât help it. Your body is too goddamn perfect. Every bit of self-restraint leaves his body at the way that your perfect pussy keeps clenching around his thick member, he wanted to make this last, to fully bask in it, but when you clench around him like that, tug on his hair and moan like that he canât help it. Who could? He groans hungrily and starts to move his hips quicker, the pace becoming deeper and more intense with each movement and he groans at the feelings. God, you feel incredible. Heâs never felt so good with someone like he does with you, he knows it sounds silly but heâs convinced that your bodies were sculpted to perfectly fit together. Thereâs no other explanation. He groans and his eyes close as he pants thinking about it, he can hear your heart rate increasing at the change of pace. Youâre so perfect. You whine out at the new depth and pace, tugging on his hair as you bite your lip. Your fingers dance across his back as you scratch it with each deep thrust of his that pulls a moan out of you. He has you feeling completely full and you canât help but gasp out at the loss with each time his hips come back.Â
âYou always feel perfect, you squeeze me just rightâŚohâŚâ He groans and bites his lip, his arms wrapped around you move slightly so that he can cradle your head more and caress your forehead as he pounds into you. His groans are deep and just show you how much pleasure heâs in. You whine out and claw his back more, youâre sure that in the morning when you shower with him, there will be faint red lines on his back from your hands. The thought about that turns you on more as you keep scratching and moaning. You were flooding him as he kept moving deeper and deeper, each snap of his hips pulled more moans from you and he was groaning and when you clenched around him heâd sometimes let out a little hiss.Â
It felt so good, too good, it shouldnât be possible for two bodies to be able to bring each other this much pleasure. Yet there you both were in the bed you shared doing it anyway. Mattâs body kept moving at a quick pace, he was fumbling any form of control he had over making this last, his hips were quick but now he was thrusting into you more deeply and frantically as your room became filled with the noises of your bodies meeting and all your moans.Â
Matt needed to chase his high now, he was too close and he knew it was going to happen in mere seconds, not minutes. He keeps driving his hips into you as he cuddles against you, youâre tugging on his hair and moaning against his neck, sucking on it when youâre not too overwhelmed to cry out. You keep tugging against his hair and moaning, you canât read his body as well as he can read yours for obvious reasons but you know heâs getting closer, his breathing is shallow and his hips are moving intensely and starting to sputter. Matt groans loudly and kisses you hotly, pushing his tongue in and dancing with yours as he groans and swallows up your respective moans as his hips keep frantically moving to thrust in and out of your sweet, sweet hole until he gives his last groan against your mouth and releases, deep inside of you. Heâs so loud and his eyes snap shot as heâs overcome with the feeling of that release. The warmth of his come floods you and he keeps his lips pressed against you softly as his body stills and after a moment, he pulls his lips away. Matt caresses your forehead as he pants, pressing a gentle kiss there. âSo perfect.â He whispers before pressing another. You pant out and kiss his jaw. Nobody made love like Matt did, nobody could ever fill you the way he did and take you to absolute pleasure like that. He was perfect and you press kisses against his jaw in between your pants as your heart still races. Heâs still inside of you. Jesus Christ, heâs still inside of you. You groan at that thought and then Matt presses a long and gentle kiss to your lips, his lips are so warm and soft. You smile as you look up at him, thereâs some sweat on his brow and in his soft hair and your cheeks heat up as you can see some of your juices still glistening on his mouth and chin.Â
Heâs smiling widely as well, itâs not a devilish grin but rather a happy, content smile. He loves you, words arenât needed. He pulls out after a moment and then lays back and pulls you carefully into his arms to rest your head against his chin and he closes his eyes. âYouâre sweeter than honey.â He whispers as his hand gently caresses your cheek.Â
âI guess thatâs lucky for me.â You breathlessly whisper while trying to catch your breath.Â
âNo darling, Iâm the lucky one.â He says as he pants and presses a warm kiss to the side of your head. You smile and that and you both let out a small chuckle as you cuddle more into his warm body. You mightâve not had a taste of him tonight like he did of you but heâs equally sweet as honey you think.
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"From fire and blood we were born. United we will burn"
° | !English is not my first language! | ° | pairing: Yan!Rhaenyra x Targ!Reader ° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life.
For Rhaenyra, being attached to you since birth was normal. You were born together, with Rhaenyra clinging tightly to your heel with no intention of breaking free or parting.
It was just his birthright above any title or throne. It was the other half of her soul, a life that had blossomed with her in her mother's womb and was destined to stay that way.
Together. united for an eternity that would extend beyond life and death.
This was how things should be, and she cared little about the laws of men or the condemnation of the seven. Dragon blood flowed through his veins. Proof of your rights.
In the early years, the princess' behavior was not seen with suspicious or malicious looks, she was just a sister wanting her company. What was wrong?
Even though it raised eyebrows every time the young princess became excessively irritated when you mentioned other ladies or had the opportunity to discuss matters deeper with them. Why did you need others? Rhaenyra was there, blood of her blood, with an infinite desire to listen to you.
King Viserys reassured the worried with soft, relaxed smiles and negligent behavior. He was blind to the situation unfolding in front of him.
Rhaenyra has always been obstinate and somewhat petty, her worst personality traits always came to the surface when the subject was related to you. Has another lady looked at you excessively? Rhaenyra would spare no bitter words or the cruelest lies her mind could come up with.
The princess also had no qualms or shame about skipping boring classes with the Septas or taking you out of your classes with the Miestres just to fly with you through the skies with her dragons or steal lemon cakes from the kitchen.
But when you want to teach her something or read some old book that has suddenly become very interesting, she never protests.
Sharing your attention, even with your parents, is out of the question. She's the only person you need to worry about.
And don't doubt your ability to be manipulative or play mind games. She will definitely cry and pout if you try to reprimand her behavior in any way.
How could you do this to your younger sister? She just cares so much about you!
Her behavior only gets worse as she enters adolescence ⢠The hormones and feelings that arise, controlling your thoughts and actions.
She will certainly overhear and have conversations about courtship and knights in shining armor with other court ladies. Even though Rhaenyra found them all boring and annoyingly silly, the conversations about the other boys were interesting. ⢠Every time one of the girls told, between laughs, something new she had done with a gentleman, Rhaenyra couldn't stop letting her thoughts wander. ⢠What if it was her and you? ⢠If it were her and you secretly exchanging kisses in the empty, forgotten corners of the fortress? ⢠The feeling of tingling and restlessness in the belly. A heat that quickly rose through your body until your cheeks were red. ⢠She knew these thoughts were not correct or appropriate. She knew of the Septas' countless boring monologues about purity, women's duty, etc.
The kind of thing she had never paid attention to before. But she found herself being terrorized and reflecting more and more in recent days.
The thoughts that haunted his dreams at dusk became more constant. With only the moon as a witness to his restlessness and confusion. ⢠She just knew she needed you. She needed something that even she didn't know what it was. But it was running through his veins on instinct. ⢠The girl suddenly became more demanding with your attention focused solely on her. She felt bitter and betrayed by any mere exchange of glances between you and any other woman or man. Lady or not. Lord or servant.
The Gods granted her such beautiful eyes for the sole purpose of looking at her alone. ⢠She felt possessive and angry. With a growing pain, deadly and bitter, as fierce as if you were hers and had been unfaithful.
And when she heard whispers about the possibility of a marriage being arranged for you, She knew she couldn't keep her feelings quiet any longer.
No. She wouldn't sit by and watch you belong to someone less deserving.
I couldn't bear to see your other half give himself to someone other than her.
You were born to burn with her. And it was time for others to know this.
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Hi Roro, hope youâre doing well! Let me start by saying your Sunday stuff is MAGNIFICENT, oh my gosh this MAN-
Iâve come with a request for youâŚ
Dr. Veritas Ratio x fem or gn reader. Bathtub. Sex. Like most of the time heâs only interested in reading in the tub, rejecting readerâs advances. But one day, idk, heâs in a MOOD but he doesnât want to admit it, so he lets reader go a little further than normal with her advances, but heâs still being petty about it, kinda denying and still trying to read his book or whatever and it just Escalates eventuallyâŚ
Aaaa thank you so much if you decide to do my request! Remember to take breaks and stay hydrated!
I'm ILL over this man jfc-
Dr. Ratio here to prescribe you with a dose of vitamin D-//SHOT
Veri, my love, please just one chance I'm begging just a crumb oisego-
But yesssss gimme the bathtube sex I want it- I wanna do all kinds of wild things to or with this man. Crazy.
But hehehe I know what you are. đď¸đď¸
A s i m p . 𫵠(Like I'm any better.)
And thank you!!! This took a While, but I did it. I had lots of fun with it so feel free to request again~
CW and writing under the cut:
CW: vagina and cock (gasp), PIV sex, cockwarming, rough sex, hair pulling, choking (+some breath play), cumming inside (wrap it before you tap it folks), spanking, degradation+praise, objectification, kinda sorta human furniture thing???, name calling (ex:slut), use of words like "cunt" (wow that feels weird writing here-), marking, ignoring you during cockwarming, doggy position(?), cum play, holding your hands behind your back, discussion of safe wording (check-ins), kinda cum as lube?, funishment, d/s aspects to the relationship (though you are dating for romantic reasons as well), slight pussy slapping, talking to your pussy (I know this man a freak <333), crying during sex (+dacryphilia), dumbification (ofc this was gonna be here), ruined orgasm, edging, slight cum eating, a liiiiittle bit of gagging (w/ fingers), usage of "pet" exactly once
Reader gender: fem (I talked with anon separately and they decided on this when I asked for preference- I also only have one fem reader ask. If people want, I can write another version tweaked to be gn or AMAB/male reader~)
Disclaimers:
>>>Dr. Ratio will be referred to as Veritas here since reader is dating him.
>>>This was written and almost finished before 1.6 release.
Bathtub sex, surprisingly, probably isn't the norm for you two. After all, Veritas (oml it feels weird calling him that after so long of calling him Ratio-) enjoys his down time in the bath where he can relax with you and read his books. I like to think that it's one of the few times when his ever racing mind is a bit quieter. So when you are finally pent up enough at just the right time to want to pounce on him in the tub, he's a bit surpised at first. But the surprise would soon melt into mild annoyance. "Can't you just stay still? Quit it- I'm trying to read."
Of course he says it in that ever dramatic way of his while not even glancing up from his book. Speaking of said book- "You're going to get my book wet, darling-" (Yes, he's a "darling" kind of guy. It's sophisticated as he is. And you know he'd say it with that drawl of his and drag the word out. Sometimes in those more intimate moments, it sounds almost like a sultry purr with the way he says it, commanding all your attention.) "And if you do that, you know I'm going to have to punish you, hm?" You almost want it if it means he'd touch you where you want him, but you know that his punishments aren't necessarily fun. Yet still you like them all the same.
(They're more of funishments than punishments in this case- Please do know that funishments and punishments aren't the same, my dear little kinksters~ Since the reader actually enjoys these "punishments" a lot and they are done for their and Veritas' mutual gratification, it's a funishment. These are normally for bratting behavior while actual punishments are for serious things and are meant to actually discourage the behavior that earned you the punishment. Hopefully I explanied it well, lololol-)
But of course you continue to try and rouse his interest, touching him here and there. It reaches the point where you manage to wiggle your way between his arms, in front of his book. Not only does this block his view, but you're dripping water all over his book! (It was all of one or two droplets.) If you listened close enough, you'd probably have heard the sound of his reason breaking in that moment. Like you had poked a sleeping bear one too many times. (And some little part of himself that knew it was also partly because he also was getting into a mood was squashed. Of course it was just because you needed to be disciplined.)
"That's it. You want my attention, darling? Well now you have it.â There was something dark in his voice that sent a shiver down your back and made your nethers tingle in anticipation. He snapped the book closed and set it on the table by the bathtub almost gently, a stark contrast between how his voice sounded and how he was looking at you. He'd tilt his head and consider you, seemingly thinking about how best to punish you for your transgressions. "Hands on my shoulders and do not move them. Color?" Veritas was launching right into it, huh? "Green." "Good."
With hands on his strong shoulders, you watched him with eyes darting around his form to try and figure out what he'd do. Your question was answered by a hand gripping your hip and another dragging down between your breasts, then over your belly, then stopping on your mound. He didn't move any lower, fingers thrumming there just above where you wanted him. Teasing. "I can see your cunt drooling from here. Was she just so hungry that you couldn't be good and hold it until we were out of the tub?" Heat bloomed in your cheeks as he spoke. "Should I punish her? Hm?" Veritas gave your wetness a few light slaps, just enough to make you jolt but not enough to do more than just barely sting. "No- It isn't her fault she's so empty and wanting. But it is your fault that you couldn't be obedient and wait. Isn't that right, my cute little slut?" He whispered in your ear, leaned forward to curl possessively over you while his fingers slipped down to trace around your twitching hole as it tried to suck his finger in.
"Mmmmm..." he hummed lowly, the sound vibrating against you where your chests were pressed together. He kissed the spot beneath your ear before his lips marked a path down your neck, sucking and nipping marks into the tender flesh there. Just as he reached the junction between your neck and shoulder, he suddenly sunk his teeth in and thrusted two fingers into you at the same time. Veritas had sneakily wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you still right before so you weren't able to squirm away from his teeth or his fingers that now plunged in and out of you, agonizingly slow after that fast, rough entry.
The man pressed a kiss to your new bitemark before sliding the hand of the arm around your waist up your back to latch onto your nape and hold you still for a kiss. He chuckled into it as you attempted to fight him for dominance, your tongues clashing. Ultimately, he won and was now devouring your mouth, licking into it with fervor.
At some point, his fingers began to speed up. Veritas was fingerfucking you with his palm slapping against your throbbing clit. And right as you felt yourself begin that climb- He slowed down, his thrusts going back to a leisurely rhythm. He swallowed the whine that left your throat, smirking into the kiss you were still locked in. As he pulled away, he looked incredibly smug. "Thought it would be that easy? Of course not. This is a punishment.â
He did this another time, bringing you close to the rise of pleasure (not at all that close to your peak, though) before going frustratingly slowing. The third time, however... It didn't seem that he was going to stop, and you felt it build and build inside you like a white hot flame. And right as you were reaching the end... He spanked you and ripped his fingers out, sending you over the edge but ruining your orgasm. It had tears beading in your eyes. Fuck did that make him want to fuck you absolutely stupid, but he had more control than that. Your punishment was far from over.
He soothingly ran his hand over your back as you leaned into him, body shivering. "Color?" Through your panting breaths, you managed a weak, "Green." "Good girl." He didn't let you rest any longer, manhandling you into a new position. Now you were leaned over the edge of the tub with your hands keeping you from falling out, Veritas behind you. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to take it all like a good girl, right?" At first you thought he was talking to you, but then he caressed your slit and cooed at it. That mixed sense of shame and arousal shot through you and had you clenching around nothing, making Veritas laugh condescendingly. "So honest..."
Again he started out slow, the sensual slide of his cock inside of your pussy making you close your eyes to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. But he was faster to ramp things up now that he'd already edged you and ruined one of your orgasms. It may or may not have also been because he was quite ready to slake his own lust with your body.
The only reason you didn't slam your face into the tub's edge or fall out was Veritas' grip on you when he grabbed both of your wrists and pulled your arms behind your back. You felt a hand slide into your hair and then he was thrusting into you hard, the slap of his hips slamming into your ass loud in the confined space of the bathroom. It was obscene the way you could even hear the wet sound of his cock going in and out of you amplified by the natural acoustics of said bathroom. "You like hearing how well you take me, slut? I certainly do. It's filthy. Fitting-"
Your hips are bruising from them being pressed onto the edge of the tub, bumping into it with almost every thrust. It hurt but fuck did it all feel so good because he was pressing against your sweet spot every time he fucked into your wet hole.
The hand pulling your head back by your hair let go only to wrap around your throat and pull you up so your back pressed against his chest. "Fuck you sound like such a whore right now. Are you my good little whore? Just for me?" Of course you couldn't answer because your mind was blank from his hand pressing just right to cut off some of that blood flow. Oh and because he had also just tilted his hand to cut off your air. He held for a bit, waiting until your vision was a bit fuzzy at the edges before letting you breathe, the feeling of the air rushing back into your lungs making you dizzy. You felt so close you could scream- And then you nearly did when he pulled out and stopped your orgasm.
His hands let go of you and you nearly keeled over, but he caught you. With an arm around your waist, you couldn't tell what he was doing behind you until you heard the slick sound of him fisting his cock. Right as he began cumming, he slammed back into you to fill you with it while biting down hard on the back of your neck. Another bite to mark you as his.
Veritas then pulled out so the last few spurts of cum would paint your labia in white, marking you inside and out with his spend.
You could feel the frustrated tears pouring down your face as you felt your burning arousal festering in your belly and the mix of embarrassment and thrill at his actions. Fuck this man would be the end of you. He unlatched from your neck to lean forward and lick the tears off your face with a hum. "You look so pretty like this..." He patted your ass before that same hand was sliding down to open you up using your pussy lips as he leaned back to watch as the cum he poured into you began to slip out.
Scooping up the cum that had dribbled out, he fingered it back in, purposefully tapping at your gspot a few times. He then pulled the white covered fingers out and petted your clit, playing with it a little before bringing it to your face. "Clean them off." Your tongue kitten licked some of it off before he was shoving them in your mouth. You gagged a little, drooling over his fingers while weakly sliding your tongue over them to clean them of the cum clinging to them.
"Good girl," he praised with a kiss to your jaw before he let out a sigh. "I'm going to sit you on my cock and finish my reading. Color?" "Green, fuck-" "That's a good pet."
Warming his cock while leaned forward to rest your arms on the lip of the tub while your head rested on those was hard. You desperately wanted to cum, but you now were willing to be obedient to get what you wanted. You weren't sure how much more punishment you could take. It didn't help that he had an arm resting on the back of your hips, slung over them as he leaned on you a bit while his other arm rested atop the other one. That hand was holding up his book. He wasn't touching you besides that and your ass resting in the cradle of his hips, cock deep inside your pussy which still fluttered around his thickness occasionally. Every time you squirmed he would spank you with a pointed look before going back to his book, ignoring you entirely. Any whining or talking would be met with the same treatment.
He checked in on you after a bit. "Color?" "...yellow." His demeanor changed immedately. Petting your side, he eased you back to lean against him once more. "What's wrong, baby?" He typically saved that endearment for intimate moments alone together and times like this where you might need reassurance. "I wanna see your face... wanna hold you." It seemed you might be a bit sensitive, now, after being punished for a while and needed that from him. "Of course, baby. Your punishment is almost over. I'll let you come soon and we can continue in the bedroom, hm?" You loved this man. "Okay." He kissed your forehead. "Good girl."
He slipped out, making you whine. It was met with a chuckle and he helped you turn around to slide into his lap again, this time facing him.
Veritas pulled you to rest against him, tucking you into his neck as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Once you both were settled in, he went back to reading. He still ignored you, but it wasn't so bad this time.
You knew he was done when he set his book on the table again.
He settled his grip on your hips before going straight into fucking up into you hard and fast, what cum was still left in you from his cock plugging it in you aiding the slide of dick in and out of you. He fucked you and played with you until you felt like you couldn't think straight. Even when he asked you questions, knowing you couldn't answer, you weren't quite sure what you said. Whether it was even coherent or not.
"Such a cute, dumb girl for me."
As you came around his cock again, you moaned as you felt the warmth of his cum in you. "Did so, so good for me. Such a good girl." Veritas gave you some time to come down from your high before asking. "Do you want to continue in the bedroom or are you finished for the night?" "...m' done." "Alright, baby." He gave you some more time before cleaning you up and draining the tub. Another kiss was pressed to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. "Let's go to bed, darling. I'll take care of you."
Lololol hopefully you like it. đ
If thereâs any typos or if it doesnât make sense somewhere⌠Your honor my client claims âoopsie daisyâ. Itâs me. The client is me, your honor-
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pairing: enhypen x fem!reader
genre: crack, fluff, isekai!au, royalty!au
content warnings: slight allusion to suicidal thoughts, swearing, reader is anxious about the possibility of being killed
summary: after dying in a freak accident involving a suspiciously familiar white and blue truck, y/n wakes to find herself in the body of a petty side villain from a romance fantasy novel, doomed to die at the hands of her own fiance.
notes: I'm terrible at summaries but the girlies who get it get it!! This short series is going to be a very lighthearted parody of your typical romance isekai manhwađ¤with all the usual shenanigans and tropes that typically follow! I hope you all enjoy~
I will be making a taglist for this fic, so if you're interested in being added please either drop an ask or let me know in the comments
Everything after the cut IS proofread for once, but please feel free to let me know if any typos slipped through the cracks!
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  âLet's go over this one more time,â you say, pacing back and forth, shivering as your feet press into cold marble.
  âYou said that five rehashes ago babe,â your best friend whines, head lolling over the side of your bed, âI think we get the plot, a bunch of Very Hot men all want you dead because you're sexy and you don't get along with their needy pick me girlfriend.â
  âThat- well I mean yeah,â you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, âbut that's not the point, Sun, the point is that we need to figure out how to make sure I, y'know, don't fucking die?!âÂ
  Sunoo groans, his silky black pyjamas blending into your tangled sheets so they cascade around him in an inky puddle when he slides closer to the floor. âThe Princess was a bitch, a mean grumpy little thot, just don't be a hoe, avoid the Hot Men, and you should be fine- yah! What's with the face!-â
  Expression pressed somewhere between exasperation and disgust, you shake your head at him.Â
  âYou've clearly never read an isekai manhwa, you canât just run away from the plot, it holds onto you like a clingy stalker ex⌠sometimes as a clingy stalker ex.â
  âSo? Just⌠stick with plan Donât Be A Thot?â he pauses for a moment before a shit eating grin spreads across his face, and you preemptively snag a pillow off the loveseat beside you. âIt'll be hard to pretend to be something you're not but I'm sure you can do it!âÂ
  And there it is.Â
  With well-practised precision, the embroidered cushion lands squarely in his face.Â
  âThis is my life on the line here Kim Sunoo! Could you take it seriously for just two seconds?â
  Against your will, your eyes begin to sting with tears, limbs already growing restless in the few moments you've been standing still, fatigue and fear battling under your skin.Â
  You hadn't slept peacefully in over three weeks. Your mind refusing to shut down of its own volition since you'd woken up in the room you now paced in, in the body you now paced in.Â
  For the first four days, you were insane.Â
  Screaming and pleading with a man who claimed to be your father, confused by the sorrow in his eyes and the tenderness in his hands as he prevented you from leaving your room.
  Babbling through tears to the maids who filtered in and out, telling them that the title they were calling you by was not your own.
  Curled into a corner of a closet, trying and failing to steady your breathing as you slowly came to terms with the fact that this was really happening.Â
  You'd been truck-kun-ed clean out of the life you'd known.Â
  Despair followed.Â
  Hopeless, hollow grief when you realised what your name in this particular world might mean.Â
  Princess y/n l/n.Â
  Spoiled and arrogant daughter of the Duke.
  A side villain of little significance set to die for the sake of the female lead.Â
  Set to die.
  You'd laughed when it hit you. The one thing you'd wanted more than anything in your previous life was being handed to you on a silver platter. How fortuitous.Â
  It wasnât until the eighth day, when you'd resigned yourself to your fate, that Sunoo came crashing through the large oak doors that were usually locked to keep you in, raised voices and a stamped of footsteps following behind him.Â
  âSHE'S MY FRIEND I CAN SEE HER WHENEVER THE HELL I WANT,â heâd shouted.Â
  Slamming your doors shut as he turned to face you.Â
  He was the one who'd been running, face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly. But it felt like you were the one catching your breath, heart pounding in your ears.Â
  âSunoo?...â his name was barely a whisper on your lips.
  â(y/n),â relief flooded his features, âyou're here.â
  He stumbled towards you, pulling you into his chest, body shaking as he held you so tight you could barely breathe.Â
  âYou're here you're here you're here-â he babbled, tears soaking through your clothes.Â
  It took a long time to console him, and longer still for you to believe that he was there, puffy face squished between your shaking hands.Â
  You remembered he'd been walking with you when the accident happened, his smiling face frozen in time when the headlights rushed closer. But you'd thought he survived. You didn't imagine for a second that he'd somehow landed in the same world as you.Â
  That he'd be just as annoying in this world as he was in the last.
  âOkay okay, I'm sorry,â he says in the present, standing and dragging your blankets with him, âI was trying to lighten things up, you've been stressing about this too much, Iâm worried.â
  And when he waddles next to you and wraps you in a hug, you know you wouldn't trade his annoying ass for anything. Sunoo was the reason you were trying to find a way to survive this in the first place. Without him, you knew you would've probably gone with the flow of the story, allowing the gallows to take you.Â
  âI'm not stressing.â
  âSweetie, you have a whole conspiracy theory board pinned into what I think is a very valuable painting of your grandfather.â
  âTouchè.â
  You both turn to look at said board, a mess of string and poorly sketched portraits pinned to a painting of a grumpy looking old man on a white horse. âRemind me again who's who, I think I have the gay prince mixed up with the emo soldier boy.â
  You smile, rolling your eyes, knowing full well he has no trouble remembering the characterâs youâd told him about at least a dozen times.Â
  âThis one,â you say, pointing to an angular stick figure with a crown surrounded by sparkles, âis the crown prince who I'm engaged to because of fuckinâ course.â
  Sunoo nods, âOf fuckinâ course.â
  âThe buff one is the knight I hire to kidnap the female lead when I think his royal highness has a thing for her, except knightey over here has a conscience and thinks the female lead is too pure and sweet to kidnap or whatever and ends up vowing to protect her or something.â
  âYou'd think someone with a conscience would have the decency to do a job if they had the audacity to take money for it, I mean he had no issue kidnapping a chick before he had the hots for her, that's kinda gross.â
  âWhen you put it like that⌠anyway, the last two are a priest who wants her for her divine powers blah blah blah and the crown prince's illegitimate little brother.â
  âHis brother?âÂ
  âYeaaaâŚâ
  âThereâs other fish in the sea my manâŚâ he says, giving the second crowned stick figure a sympathetic little pat. âSo of the lot, who's the biggest threat?â
  âMy fianceâŚâ
  âNo matter what we decide to do, you gotta dump the guy right?â
  âYes,â you say, confidence creeping into your voice. âThere are a lot of variables, I've read enough of these things to know that 90% of the time they get kinda weird about their fiances when they dump them, but it's gotta be done.âÂ
  âThen we start there, the rest of this nonsense can't be figured out till it happens.â
  He waves a hand at the other coloured threads linking squares of paper with possible outcomes and scenarios scribbled over them.
  âThat's trueâŚâ you breathe, brows furrowed, eyes darting across the board.
  Sunooâs lips curl into a slight pout when he sees you slipping back into the agitated state heâd been trying to coax you out of for the past fortnight. If he were being completely honest with you, he doesnât believe in all this isekai nonsense, sure that if you simply avoid the plot you could easily live out your lives as a wealthy nobles without much trouble, but he knows that there isnât much point in arguing with you. No, the best way to look out for you would be to support you as heâd always done, to have your back in this world the same way he had in the last, even if he thought you were being ridiculous. Â
With a sigh, Sunoo presses a thumb into the crease between your eyes, distracting you from the painting of your grandfather, holding back a smile at the way your nose scrunches in annoyance.
  âStop worrying,â he says, smoothing over the spot a few times before planting a kiss on your forehead, âwhatever happens, we'll handle it together, okay?â
  â...Okay,â you breathe, resting your forehead on his shoulder.
  He presses a kiss to the top of your head, arms encircling your waist, the warm pressure of his presence surrounding you comforting. The one constant that had followed you into this life. âPlus, weâre early, arenât we? The plot of your novel doesnât start forâŚâ
  âAnother year,â you sigh, âIt all starts in their second year at the royal academy, when the female lead shows up as a transfer from the land they were at war with till a while ago⌠a show of peace or something once itâs all over.âÂ
  âWe have time⌠youâll be just fine babe, he says. âPlus, you keep worrying about them killing you, but don't they always end up falling in love with the dimension yeeted villainess in those comics?â
  You scoff, pulling away. âI highly doubt that's possible Sunoo, I'm not the main villainess, I'm just a random side character.â
  âA gorgeous, quick witted, adorable little random side character with an amazing sense of humour and such a big brain that she chooses to use for the dumbest things-â
  âSunoo!â you laugh, plucking another cushion off your couch to throw at him.Â
  There was absolutely no way.
  âŚ
  Right?
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I mean I feel like every person on the planet would still be obsessing over schoolboy experiences and unable to hold a civil tongue as an adult if one of those experiences was some thug setting them up to get murdered by a werewolf and getting away with it scot-free! Sometimes I kinda feel like JKR went a tiny bit too hard in Snapeâs Worst Memory.
an eminently reasonable point, anon - in response to this, on whether sirius and snape could work as a couple if james was still alive.
the werewolf incident and the bullying we see in snape's worst memory are pretty bonkers - and, while they're great for character work [snape seeing himself as a victim targeted for his obvious poverty by the posh and beloved, who the rest of the school will always side with, is a really key aspect of his radicalisation], and while the fact that the marauders basically get away with everything is crucial for the plot [since both james and sirius need that swaggering conviction that they're invincible for the idiotic secret keeper plan to work], they aren't helping dumbledore beat the "hogwarts is a safeguarding nightmare" allegations...
[the older i get, the more sympathy i have with the opposition to dumbledore as headmaster. i'm team lucius malfoy, i fear. cut that hippogriff's head off...]
but one thing i think is really interesting is that - despite the intensity of the bullying and the weakness of the school's response - snape's beef with sirius in adulthood is a petty obsession over schoolboy drama, rather than a visceral response to trauma that he can be forgiven for being unable to control.
snape and sirius interact by behaving like children. they squabble constantly, go out of their way to make little digs about each other both to each other's faces and behind each other's backs, act like shaking hands is going to kill them, remember everything the other has ever said and done, and so on...
their aim is evidently to "win" their interactions in the eyes of others, by forcing those others to side unequivocally with them - even the "sirius black showed he was capable of murder at the age of sixteen" point in prisoner of azkaban is fundamentally snape trying to get dumbledore to acknowledge that he's the best little boy in the room. unsuccessfully.
but they also both clearly enjoy this way of interacting - and i think it's always worth emphasising that, while i think snape does sincerely believe that sirius intended to kill him by sending him to the shack, he is never shown in canon to be afraid of him.
[even when sirius is threatening him with his wand during the occlumency discussion, snape is too busy reading him to care.]
and the very fact that they spend so much time being childish towards each other proves this. because it's very striking - especially in prisoner of azkaban - that snape is afraid of lupin.
and this fear manifests itself not in confrontation, but in avoidance. snape goes out of his way to never be alone with lupin, he makes his efforts to undermine him [setting the essay which outs him as a werewolf, reminding dumbledore that he thinks he's helping sirius enter the castle] when he is guaranteed to be indisposed, and - after lupin leaves his teaching job - we literally never see the two interact.
i think you can make, then, a pretty plausible case for the idea that snape focuses his trauma over nearly being eaten by a werewolf onto... the werewolf himself. snape certainly thinks lupin was in on the plan to lure him to the shack - and he evidently regards the adult lupin as someone who approaches the management of his lycanthropy recklessly, which massively endangers others.
[remember, we only have lupin's word for the claim that snape forces him to leave his job because of his rage over his lost order of merlin... and not because lupin's failure to take his wolfsbane might have killed any number of the children who live in the school he appears to have been hired at to teach without any safeguarding measures being put in place.]
[although - before i make snape sound like an ofsted hero - obviously the main reason he forces lupin out is because he thinks he conspired with dumbledore and harry to free the man who murdered his beloved lily, and lupin is the only one of those people who he can feasibly get revenge on.]
lupin also functions - i think - as the living person on whom snape can focus his fury over james. and, in particular, over the hagiographical way james is remembered - which harry draws attention to in order of the phoenix by pointing out that nobody but snape has ever told him that his father was anything less than wonderful. snape's loathing of james' postmortem reputation - which connects to a belief he has while at school that james is two-faced, obsessed with his public image, and nowhere near as charming in private as he likes to make himself seem before a crowd [which is, of course, the only reason he thinks james intervened before lupin could kill him] - seems to me to be the clearest way in which his trauma over being bullied and never receiving any acknowledgement of that fact manifests itself.
[after all, the fact that everyone is agreed that james was perfect and noble and clever and loyal and funny and brave and benignly cheeky must make him feel... pretty gaslit...]
lupin is the character who expresses this hagiographical view of james most explicitly - he is literally incapable of ever criticising him [i.e. him telling harry that snape thinks james was a bully because he was jealous that james was so talented and popular... instead of because he was a bully...], hence him becoming the focus of snape's lingering trauma over what the "perfect" james did to him.
in contrast, snape clearly regards sirius as more honest - by which i don't mean that he regards him as more admirable, but that he believes with sirius that what you see is what you get. as bizarre as it sounds, i think he actually rates sirius for his role in the werewolf trick, because the callous disregard for his life sirius displays is something which confirms snape's belief that he's a cruel, crude, murderous cunt who doesn't deserve an ounce of the praise he gets, and he's clearly pleased that sirius appears to agree with this assessment. james and lupin - both of whom he clearly thinks whitewash their roles in the scheme in order to seem heroic [james] and a poor innocent [lupin] - upset him much more because he knows they're awful, violent liars but nobody else can see it.
this is an extremely perverse way of respecting someone, but it is respecting someone nonetheless... and i do think, as i said in the ask which inspired this one, that this would set up a way for snape and sirius to grow beyond the schoolboy sniping in time, in a world where james and lily lived and snape and sirius weren't forced by their grief into a state of arrested development - perpetually twenty-one, each using his teenage relationship with the other as a way of self-soothing his agony by regressing to a dynamic they had when their lost loves were still alive...
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hi! may i request hurt to comfort scenarios with dazai, ranpo and chuuya in which it's the first time they make the reader cry during an argument?
yesss hi my first request! I always love reading these kinds of scenarios, they're super angsty but also comforting ykykyk. This is just me but personally I have a really hard time reading hurt no comfort (definitely easy to write it tho hheeeh) so I usually prefer hurt comfort...
Anyways, here we go! I love these three sm<333
Ranpo, Dazai, and Chuuya (Seperate) x GN!Reader when they make you cry in an argument
Ranpo Edogawa
He should know better
No.
He DOES know better.
But for some reason, he just got so heated that he stopped thinking morally. Some evil part of him deep down inside wanted you to cry
The moment it happens though, everything comes back to him
He said the wrong thing at a HORRIBLY wrong time and he knew he did.
He drops everything, goes straight to petty, simple ways to get you to smile
Free reign to his candies, cuddles galore, constant apologies
His first priority is to stop you from being mad. Once you're calmed down, then you two can talk properly
He knows communication is important, and he tries his best to keep it going even when its embarrassing
Especially when it's about you, like it is now
When your tears have been reduced to nothing but little choked sobs, he pulls you into a separate room
Thankfully, nobody was in the office to see that
If they were, he'd be harassed about it for weeks. And he'd deserve it
But nobody was
Just in case though, he still pulls you into a private room
For your sake, he insists to himself, because he doesn't want you to be seen like this, he knows how bad it feels (And he doesn't want anyone to know it was him who did that to you)
He runs his hands through your hair gently, mumbling out soft, genuine apologies
"I'm so sorry, Sugar.." He whispers into your hair, your face stuffed and hidden away in the crook of his neck. He holds you there, because he doesn't mind it, and he needs you to know that right now. "I didn't mean any of it, I'm so sorry. I knew better than that..."
Dazai Osamu
"Oh shit-"
His mind goes completely blank, his jaw drops
He didn't mean to bring you to tears, that was never his intention
Honestly, he thought it was a funny joke, he thought it would lighten the argument
But it did not, it most certainly did not.
His arms immediately wrap around your head and pull you close to his chest
He doesn't want you to pull away, not right now
He needs a second to process himself
To think about his words, what about them affected you
"Oh, 'donna.."
Seeing you like this gets to him, because he honest to god feels like a monster now
What kind of beast makes his own lover cry. He never thought it would be him
So he keeps you close, he mumbles into your ear and tries to calm down you
He's not good at it, he never has been, and he never will be
But he's trying so hard he might cry himself
And then you're both in tears together, confused and miserable
Safe to say after that, the argument blows over and is forgotten
Because nothing is more important than each other, and now you're both just trying to figure out why the other is in tears
"I didn't mean it, 'donna, I didn't," it's the fifth time he's said it in the last minute. You know he's sorry, but hell if he's going to stop saying it. He's trying to comfort himself too, promise to himself that he'd never treat you like that again. Even if it was harmless, even if you were just in a bad mood, he never wants to hurt you.
Chuuya Nakahara
Somehow, this always seemed to happen
After a shitty day at work, and a shitty day for you too.
Usually, you two would just sit in silence, enjoy a movie, and go to bed quietly
But on the few occasions where you two did talk during those frustrating nights, everything cracked
He was so mad, and you were too, you were both so tired
And everything fell into yelling so quickly, quicker than usual
This is why you two didn't talk after shared long days, because of this
But you never cried
You never cried because of him
Not until now
He's almost breathless when he realizes you're choking over your words
He whips around to face you, and for a second it looks like he's going to yell at you more
But instead he's gently wiping your tears away
Because fuck, as perfect as you are regardless, you should never be crying when he's around
When you two got together, he promised you would never cry again
And that was a lie, it seems
You didn't even remember that promise, of course. But he did, because he meant it
This is very serious to him.
He seats you on the couch, tucks a blanket around you, and sits down in front of you on the floor, holding your hands in his
He knows he can't really make up for it. Yelling at you was always a shitty idea, and he should've realized that before every time the two of you devolved into arguments like that
But now the pressure had all come down on your chest, and he was going to keep it from being too much
Your favorite movie or show is on as background noise
Soft kisses on your hands, quiet mumbles in your skin
He's so gentle with you. Maybe it doesn't always seem like that, but he is right now
"My sweet thing, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I'll make up for it," his voice is always so harmonic like that, when he's frowning up at you and tracing shapes into the palm of your hand. He's ordering takeout, your favorite comfort or safe food. He'll even cook it himself if you ask, anything to make you feel better right now. There's water to your side, the softest blanket he could find tucked snug around your shoulders. And he's going to stay here with you for as long as you need to forgive him.
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There isn't any point to this, I'm just ranting.
Lately, posting fanfiction feels like screaming into the void.
This isn't to say I'm not grateful for those who do interact with my posts. Since I've started posting fanfiction I've gone through phases of having a lot of motivation, having little motivation. Phases of comparing how many notes I get compared to someone else, then reminding myself why I started writing fics in the first place, because I can do exactly what I want with something I write. And I so appreciate all the comments, likes, kudos and reblogs I get on my fics.
There can be a whole load of different reasons why engagement in fandom lately has been not great. Season 2 being a mess, toxicity and petty drama within the fandom, dwindling attention spans, general disinterest in HotD and ASOIAF. I get it. I haven't felt particularity inspired by the latest season, I'm not very 'Tumblr sociable' and tend to stick to a few mutuals, I also haven't been interested in reading as much fanfiction for a few months.
And if someone doesn't want to interact with me or my content, for whatever reason, that's their business and it's completely valid. I don't write to hit a certain number of notes or followers. I write because I enjoy it. I started posting because I thought there might be a few people out there on the internet who might like what I was doing. In a way I have found that, and I know I wouldn't have stuck with writing this long if I hadn't started posting. But I won't lie and say it isn't disheartening when you get nothing or very little back after putting a lot of time and thought into a chapter.
And on top of that, some comments are just... the worst. What goes through someone's head that they feel the need to read a fic they don't like, comment all the reasons why they didn't like it, AND insult a writer who has posted this FOR FREE. We're all doing this as a hobby. The fact that fanfiction is public is not an open invitation to criticise, all you're doing is discouraging people from sharing their works or writing altogether, which damages our community. Fanfiction is not content simply there for you to consume. It's a pure form of creativity (in my opinion), because it doesn't come from necessity or obligation. If you don't like what you're reading, stop reading it. Find something else, or go write a hateful review of an actual book on Goodreads because at least that author got paid.
Or even just people being so stubborn about their dislike of certain characters. I can't tell you how sick I am of people taking the existence of Alys Rivers so personally in fics. Or wishing death upon characters that are clearly central to the plot or main relationship in a fic (why are you reading an Aemond fic if you hate Aemond)??? This fandom can only operate in extremes, apparently. There's no room for nuance or emotional complexity and it's frustrating when someone projects that on a fic.
I don't really have a point to this. Read what you want. Read the tags first. Reblog posts to keep them alive. Ask writers about their fics and OCs. Be nice to people.
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headcanons behind fic: brother texting habits referenced in long & short
Chay holds up his phone sheepishly. âAlso, your brother texted me. Weâre invited to dinner.â Kimâs smile drops. He doesnât need to ask which brother. âDid he type that out, or just send an emoji with a question mark?â
ngl, had i realized how much i'd expand this series, this is actually a scene i'd cut or at least heavily rework. it's the weakest scene of the story and its execution has only felt more clunky as time passes. hindsight! that said, i don't regret the scene either because the headcanons behind the premise of that scene are very near and dear to my heart, namely the texting rituals of Khun, Kinn, and Kim :D
the boys have a system to their texting. it's not anything as concrete as a code, that'd be far too dangerous and anxiety inducing. their system, naturally, revolves primarily around giving hints to Korn's mood without outright saying anything:
firstly, all brother invites to things go through Khun, because Khun's invites will only ever be invites and Kim's 'no's will only ever be 'no's.
anytime Korn demands Khun or Kinn (usually Kinn) drag Kim to a family thing for him go through Kinn, and 'Kinn's requests are always phrased as a question Kim can refuse. Kim once tells Kinn he'll show up if Kinn orders him to (because he doesn't actually want to get Kinn into trouble if Korn's being esp insistent), and Kinn smiles and tells him "thank you" and never ever once orders Kim join them, because Kim asked not to be involved in the family business and Kinn will take on any burden to keep Kim free of it.
Kinn passes along how insistent Korn's being through the overall tone and vibe of his messages, usually indicated by how much of it he types out. requests Kim join official functions sound like a formal invitation printed on a card, requests Kim indulge Korn playing family are much closer to Kinn's standard texting style;
because, and this is a silly headcanon i will have forever, Kinn fucking loves emojis. you know his whole "this could've been an email" vibe when he shoots that guy in the head ep1? same vibes except much cuter. Kinn thinks emojis are adorable and efficiency perfected. why send "thank you" when the đ emoji is right there? a picture's worth a thousand words and đŤ is a thousand warm ones. he could send "wanna check out that new coffee shop by the studio next tuesday for brunch? their menu is 60% sprinkles so i'm sure you'll love it" but âđ§đď¸âđ2ď¸âŁđď¸đŚđŹđđđâźď¸ is so much quicker. the only reason why Kinn's texts aren't 87% cute stickers is because he hasn't yet realized they come preprogrammed in his phone.
("do you think he speaks in hieroglyphics because he's secretly ancient?" Kim asks one day.
"how old does it make you to understand him then?" Khun snarks back.)
((Kim leaves Khun on read for a week.))
some bonus thoughts: Khun's a spam texter of the highest order. every one text is sent across 3.5 texts minimum. Kinn only ever sends one (1) text. if Kinn's replying to multiple messages in one go, he separates his responses in indv bullet points (if he's feeling petty towards Khun, he responds to every one of Khun's messages individually).
(Kinn's multiple messages to Chay in long & short are absolutely because he's watching Kim's live. for all Kim's snooping, he has somehow missed that Kinn has every alert and then some set for Wik news and while he can't make every live, he plans his breaks around them and even moved a meeting once.)
also, while Kinn pretends he's threatening/blackmailing with these baby Kim pics, this is 100% him taking advantage of the situation to gush about cute baby brother with a fellow Kim AppreciatorTM. Kinn has the cutest little brother, and he's gotta keep up with news of baby brother's current shenanigans somehow đ¤đ Khun is guilty of similar crimes ofc.
(Kim suffers older brothers so much.)
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I want to mention before you start reading this, this isn't a hate post on Arcane or Jinx, so if you're gonna read it please read to the end, though it is a very long read, so you have been warned
look I know it's not a very popular opinion, but I really wasn't a fan of Jinx in the first season of Arcane, I just thought her whole madness arc was uncharacteristically generic and over exaggerated compared to the rest of the show's extremely competent writing, and her character felt very one dimensional and simple
(Arcane season 1 and 2 spoilers under the cut)
after she stopped going by Powder and became Jinx, she just kind of felt like the kooky crazy lunatic archetype with no other facets to her personality
there were moments that kind of made her seem more complex, like some of the early interactions she had with her sister Vi after the time skip, and her relationship with her father figure Silco, and the one scene on the bridge where she was fighting Ekko, but she seemed to only exist in the context of the other characters and wasn't really her own character, to me she seemed more like a plot device than a person
but then season 2 came, and Silco was gone, Vi didn't want anything to do with her, Ekko was off doing his own thing somewhere else, and for the first time ever she was truly alone
and it suddenly felt like Jinx could finally be alone and still be compelling and interesting and have her own growth and development outside of the context of other characters, she could be her own person
she went from over the top stereotypical movie crazy to a person struggling with genuine mental illness, a past filled with trauma, and complex feelings around her remaining relationships with the other characters, characters that she no longer depended on, as well as her self
like when she had the shot on Vi, but couldn't take it, there was a great deal of strife and contemplation on her face and ultimately it was her tear falling that alerted Vi to her presence, this is the first time she didn't seem to have one of those black and white demeanours of unbridled aggression or passive despair that she had often flipped between when interacting with other characters
and Jinx finally formed a real relationship with Sevika rather than just being outwardly jealous and petty but ultimately not behaving like she actually cared that much about her one way or the other, only using her to justify her new initiative, and while they still don't seem to like each other, now there is more complexity behind that unfriendly relationship that allows for nuances like the two working together in the wake of Silco's death, someone that they had both previously relied on for direction and purpose, which was really the only thing they had in common in season one
and the introduction of Isha gave Jinx another opportunity to form a relationship with a new character that required more than one word like "dad" or "sister" to adequately describe it
now Jinx had her own little sister that looked up to her, instead of her constantly looking up to Vi, she actually had to take the initiative and act on her own and allow Isha to follow
I of course hope to see Isha continue to develop as her own character as well, but for now I'm content with her helping Jinx to be her own person
now I said that this isn't a hate post on Arcane or Jinx, and that's because I actually fucking love this show, the writing is brilliant, and now I love Jinx's character too, Silco was my favourite character and I'll admit that I was apprehensive about how the story would unfold without him, but now I really can't wait to see what Jinx and Sevika do in the next two acts of the show
thanks for sitting through another one of my extremely amateur and even more extremely long characters analyses, hope it wasn't too wordy (even though I know it was) as usual I would love to hear the insight of others on the topic, so feel free to reblog or comment your own take and I would love to read it
#arcane#arcane s2#arcane season two#arcane s2 spoilers#arcane season 2 spoilers#arcane season 2#arcane s1#arcane season one#arcane spoilers#arcane jinx#arcane sevika#arcane isha#rose rambles
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Dom!Wooyoung absolutely USING reader whenever he pleases (with consent <3)
Like tying up readers wrists behind their back while completely ruins them-
Well, you asked for it. I'd apologize but I had far too much fun with this. Also....I took some liberties so I hope it's to your liking. And as we discussed....maybe I'll write more.
You're Mine
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Word Count-2582
Summary-Your boyfriend has been gone for over a month and you end up in an argument before you even get to see him.
Pairing- Bf!Wooyoung x F!Reader
Trope- Established relationship AU
Warnings-Vulgarity, Dom!Woo x bratty!reader dynamics, smut; pairing has a free use agreemen. Reader is aware that they can use a previously agreed upon safe word in case of wanting to end it- so it's not stated but there is full agreed upon consent prior to encounter; oral (M receiving), teasing, marking, possessive behavior, bondage (ropes) reader is bound, minors DNI, 18+++ definitely please do not read if you have any triggers with cnc, bondage, pain.
A/N:This is my first time writing something like this, it got a little carried away but please go in knowing I'm new to this kind of kinkier thing! I hope you enjoy! (As always, I will edit after posting)
Please reblog if you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!
"No, WOO." You sneer into the phone, wiping tears from your eyes. "I won't CALM DOWN."
"Babe-" he starts, sounding exasperated.
"Don't. You've been gone for over a month and you promised me that you'd spend time with me when you got back." You say, doing your best not to yell into the phone.
"I know, babe but look..." Wooyoung says, sighing. He sounds calm, but you know him better than that. You could almost picture him clenching his jaw and running his hand over his face.
"No, I don't want to look. I KNOW you work hard, I KNOW you are busy. But I matter too!" You are so close to stomping your foot. You feel almost bad to be upset with him, but you missed him so much.
"You're being a brat right now. The guys just want to go out for a bit and -" he starts saying but you roll your eyes and laugh, a little hysterically. You can feel tears prick your eyes.
"You know what, Woo? Just go ahead. I don't care." You say, wincing. You know you're being petty, but you'd been looking forward to seeing him for so long that even one evening more was making you insane.
"Babe...I'll come over in the morni-" he starts and you cut him off. "No. Don't even bother coming over. I don't want to see you." You bite out and regret it almost immediately. "You're starting to make me angry. BABE." he snaps out and you feel a flutter in your stomach. Good...he deserves to be angry.
"How does it feel? Maybe I'll go out with my friends and go meet someone who wants to spend time with me." you say nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at your lips as you hear silence on the other end.
"Say that again." His voice finally comes across and you feel a bit of glee, picturing his furious expression.
"You heard me. Don't worry about it, maybe I'll be gone all weekend. I guess we will find out. Have fun tonight, Wooyoung." You laugh and you can hear his breath coming through his nose.
"Listen to me-" you hear him start on a growl and you press the call button, dropping the call. A thrill travels through you, feeling like you'd won.
The feeling is short lived, though. You aren't actually going to go out. You're pretty sure he knows that too, but you were hurt that he was going to go out with everyone he'd spent time with the entire time he was gone. It was like he didn't even miss you.
You shower and slip into one of Woo's white tshirts, yet again. You always slept in something of his when he was gone, so you could smell him. One more night of just having this of him, you think, and sniffle a bit and wipe your eyes before drifting off, not even turning off the television.
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Fuming, Wooyoung makes his way up to your place. Luckily, he'd remembered to bring your key with him on his way out. He'd been dragged out by everyone, but he'd made his excuses and left early.
He knew you were being a brat and why, but what you'd said had flipped a switch and he couldn't calm down. The idea of you with other men around made him see red.
And now he needed to know if you'd actually done what you'd threatened. It'd been a few hours since you'd hung up on him and his anger was still burning in his stomach. He was almost sure that you were still home and it was an empty threat but just the idea of it...
Well, there was going to be hell to pay either way.
Unlocking your door, and making his way in, he could hear noise from the bedroom. He stops momentarily, his heart going into his throat.
"She wouldn't." He almost laughs and then he's frowning, not even trying to be quiet as he makes his way to your room. He takes in the glow of the television, barely registering with relief that the sounds are coming from that.
The light from the screen is barely illuminating your body, clad in only one of his white tshirts. There are tissues beside your head and his expression softens as he realizes how much he's missed you. Then he frowns, remembering what you'd said.
He can't stop himself from remembering your back talk and inferring you'd be with someone else. And then you'd hung up on him. He glances around and goes to your drawer. Pulling out something.
He'd missed you like crazy but it seems like you'd forgotten who was in charge.
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"Hmmm? Wooo...?" you murmur, slowly opening your eyes. They open wide as you realize your arms won't move, when you go to reach out. Your arms are behind your back, you start to slowly process. Reality hits when you feel the tug of the material around your wrists and the hand pulling on the panties between your legs.
For a moment, terror has you freezing up and a small whimper escapes your mouth. Then you hear a voice next to your ear. "Oh, babe, points for knowing who's hand should be between these pretty thighs."
You feel his fingers push your panties to the side and then he's pinching your clit, making you clench from the sting and sudden pressure. "Woo...?" You manage around the gasp and he rubs his lips against the backside of your ear.
"Mmm? Yes, babe?" he whispers, and you struggle against the rope around your wrists. You'd only felt them once, when you'd both first gotten them, to try them out. He must really be pissed, you think and smirk.
"What are you-" you start but can't manage once his fingers are plunging inside of you without warning. "This is MY pussy..." he growls into your ear, tugging once again on the rope binding your wrists.
"What I'm DOING-" He says, pushing another finger inside of your already soaked hole, "Is teaching you a LESSON, little girl." His hand snakes around to your neck, slipping up to cup your chin. He turns your face so you can see him in the glow from the tv still playing and the moonlight. What you can see of his face has your stomach twisting. It's felt like forever since you'd seen his beautiful features, and the possessiveness currently taking over those pretty eyes had you clenching tight.
His fingers are curling inside of you, thrusting in and out harshly. You can hear the squelch of the force and your wetness combined and you open your mouth on a moan, enjoying the feeling. "Yeah that's it, baby, fuck me good with those fingers." You say up into his grinning face and his smile is instantly gone, a frown replacing it. He withdraws his fingers and then you feel the rope fall off your hands as he unties you. Then you're being flipped over, onto your back.
"Little brat, you're really asking for it tonight." He's saying, yanking your arms over your head and binding you to the bedpost. You frown up at him, where he's straddling you, his knees to either side of your chest. "Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, I should do something about that." He says, smirking down at you. He pulls off his shirt, launching it across the room.
Then without even looking away from you, still smirking, he's undoing his belt, then unbuttoning his pants. You lick your lips and struggle a bit against the ropes. "What're you gonna do, huh?" You say, but you can't help but bite your lip. Unzipping his pants, he leans down and cups your breast through the material of the tshirt, then he pinches your nipple, twisting a bit. You yelp in surprise and open your mouth in an "Oh!","Woo, oh my god-" then he's pushing down his pants and boxers, moving forward. His hand grips the back of your head as he pushes the head of his cock into your mouth.
"That's a good girl, look at me like that. Nothing to say now, hmm?" he says, breathily and when your eyebrows draw down he tsks at you, moving his hips forward, his length sliding deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. At your gag, he opens his mouth and moans. "Yeah, like that, suck it baby. Take it all." he says and groans pulling back and you gasp, drool coming out of your mouth as he withdraws.
"God babe, your mouth is so sexy." he says, and then he rubs the head of his cock against your lips. You pull at the ropes again as you lean forward, sucking just the tip into your mouth and he falls forward, gripping the headboard as he looks down at you. "God babe...so good...." he moans out and you can't take your eyes off of him. His dark hair is falling down into his face, his muscles and veins in his arms tense as he's holding himself above you. His hip bones and thighs making you rub your legs together with the ache of the sight of him.
You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and look up at him with pleading eyes. "Woo...please..." you say and do your best to pout. "God you look so fucking sexy like that, I want to fuck your mouth and make you gag on me." You lean forward more, begging him with your eyes. "Please...." you manage and he pulls the tshirt up with his free hand as he slides himself back into your mouth. You arch your back, pressing your breast into his hand as you suck on him, rolling your tongue around.
His thumb rubs across your taut nipple and you moan around him, drawing back a bit. Your eyes take on a devious look and then you nip at the tip of him gently, smirking. His eyes darken and then he's shoving his cock down your throat again.
"Think you're cute huh?" he asks and you keep the glare in your eyes even as you gag on him again. Then he's drawing back, his cock covered in your drool and running down your chin. Panting, you can't help but grin at him. "Yes," you manage and then he's tossing off the rest of his clothing, grabbing your thighs and prying them open in the next moment. You stare down at him between your legs, his smirk back.
Without saying anything, he tilts his head and starts kissing the inside of your thigh, right beside your core. You let out a moan and then he's licking, then sucking. Then sucking even harder until the pain makes you yelp. Then he's licking and kissing the spot. "So you'll remember who's you are." He glares up at you and you lift your hips a bit at how sexy he looks.
"Oh babe, what is it?" he asks, running his thumbs up your wet slit. "Oh my, look how wet you are. So naughty." He says and he leans in, pressing your thighs open. Hovering over your pussy, he smirks at you. He leans down, flicking the tip of his tongue once against your clit. The sensation makes you buck your hips and moan out his name.
"Hmm? Oh...you LIKE this?" he asks, rubbing his nose against your clit this time and you can feel his hot breath against you. His soft laughter and muffled words make you cry out. "Bad girls don't get presents." He says and then you whine as he pulls back.
Squirming and frowning up at him, you pout again. "Not fair....Wooooo..." you cry and he's biting his lip. "That's better." He is rubbing both of your thighs, spreading you and looking you over. Your hands are bound, your shirt pulled up so your breasts are exposed, your legs wide open so he can see how wet he's made you. And your pout had his cock jumping.
"What is it, babe?" He feigns a frown down at you and your hips are moving on their own. The sight of his rigid cock standing up for you but out of reach has you losing it a little bit. And his hands just kneading softly on your thighs, the dampness between your legs not being tended to had you almost at your limit.
"Please...please...Woo. Baby please....I promise...I'm yours, I'm always yours, please touch me, fuck me. I...I can't handle it....please I need you so fucking much....I want you to fuck me so fucking hard right now PLEASE!" You're crying out, and his eyes darken and glaze over even more than before. "Fuck-" he gasps out and then he's on top of you, his hand guiding his cock into you.
You let out a cry of joy as he slams hard and deep inside of you, his hips thrusting without mercy from the get go. "Babe, fuck... you're so fucking hot and you're mine. Tell me, say it for me...." he's moaning into your ear, his hand coming up lightly around your neck as he pounds you into the bed.
"Yours! Woo! I'm YOURS!" you cry out, the friction and the pressure of him slamming against all of your sensitive spots as he fucks you so intense that you're feeling lightheaded. "Tell me you're sorry, say you're sorry, promise that I'm the only one." He's panting, his breath on your neck and ear driving you closer to your peak.
"Woo, I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry! Please fuck....I'm going to cum...I'm yours I promise! Woo....WOO! Make me yours, CUM IN ME!" He's muttering and moaning, "Good girl...." Then you're spasming around him, your breath stopping as your whole body lifts his, and your walls clamp down as you shake.
He doesn't even say anything but his sporadic hip thrusts tell you everything. A small "CUMMING!" whisper in your ear and he's as breathless as you as you both hold each other, spasming and shaking. What feels like an eternity finally passes and you breathe again.
"Babe..." he says into your neck and you let out a soft laugh. "Mmmm?" you say, your eyes half closed. "Hold me." he says and you giggle. "Woo..." you say and wiggle and his head snaps up. "SHIT! Sorry, oh god baby!" He is up and untying your wrists, kissing them gently. You pull him to you and curl around him as he takes you in his arms.
"I missed you so much." He says, leaning back after kissing your head. He's looking down at you and you stare up at his gorgeous face. You brush back his dark locks, cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry I was upset earlier I-" you start and he turns his head, kissing your hand. "Shh...I was being insensitive. Though the comment you ma-" he says, his eyebrows drawing down.
"You deserved it! Jerk." you say and then laugh. "I'm kidding!" you squeak as he pinches your side and then he's kissing you. After awhile of just enjoying being able to kiss one another after so long, you draw back, playing with his hair.
"Did you like it?" he asks, running his hands all over you, enjoying just touching your skin. "Mmm...very much. You're so hot when you're mad." You say and smirk. At his growl you just say:
"I may just have to see how angry I can get you and what'll happen."
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Dr Kry asks #4
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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3
Warnings: mentions of ed, otherwise the normal Dr Kry stuff
I wonder how Dr Kry would feel if his darling developed romantic for him but was waiting to leave the hospital to officially ask him out. They'll say stuff like "I can't wait to leave this hospital bed so we can finally have a proper date together !", "I would love to go see [movie name] in the theaters with you!" Or "I'd love to be with you but once I get better I promise! You deserve more than the semi-vegetable that I currently am." I guess he'd be a little conflicted, would he let his darling free from the hospital so they can have a somewhat normal romantic relationship or would he keep them here ?
He'd let his darling get well because he doesn't want anything else than the traditional house hold and only keeps them ill because they're not complient. But if they actually do like him and see a future together, then he can begin to live out his dream.
How would dr Kry react to a coworker reader who figures out heâs been telling people theyâre dating and tries to leave him?
He'd be flustered. You weren't supposed to figure it out, you weren't supposed to know! He'd try to justify his actions while making you feel bad for leaving him.
"But Y/N, please, I'm doing it for you. If people think that we're together they'll not bother you. I've seen how people eye you in the corridor. It's disgusting. I'm just trying to help, so please don't leave. It hurts my feelings. I'm just trying to help ..."
He might say that you're pretending now, but he'll fake it til he makes it.
At this point Iâll let Dr kry talk for me,like yes please finish of my setences Cuase sometimes words are hard and itâs hard to speak so that sounds amazing
Careful, he will do it. As long as you're around other people, he'll finish your sentences, but he'd like for you to talk to him when you're alone. He loves to hear your voice so much.
I remember when you said that Dr Kry would worsen the toxic air purifier if we ignore him till it hurts too much, me personally I'm petty as hell, he'd have to see me DIE before I speak to him because thats what he gets, I'm petty to the death â
I- .... i don't know what to say.
My headcanon voice for Dr. Kry is Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine.
Omg, you are so big brain. I would say his voice is a tad bit lighter in my head, but other that that, damn.
Does dr. Kry bathe reader or he only does if the reader is very sick?
He does it all the time. Since the reader is too weak and dizzy and everything from the poison 24/7, he doesn't trust them. They could hurt themselves in there. Besides, he likes being able to take care of the reader in every aspect. This is the closest he'll come to their nudity without it being uncomfortable for him.
Would Dr. Kry let the reader customize their hospital room if they asked nicely?
Of course! If he knows that they're okay with being there (and even fix the room to their liking) then it'll just make him happy!
do you think kry would treat darling differently if she has an ED and wonât eat much?i have an ED and just wanted to see how my favorite boy might take it :â) feel free to ignore lol
He will. Every action will be calculated and well thought out to make you calmer and more open to try to eat. He won't force you, but he'll encourage you. He's studied this, he knows how dangerous something like this can be. And that's why he wants to help you as much as possible.
Me whose been sick for 3 weeks with an awful cough and body pains. "Please dr kry come kidnap me..just wanna sleep and not work"Have been working weekends with my sick body because the boss doesn't give sick leave for flu
Careful, he will do it.
I love dr kry but he drinks coffee all the time so his breath probably STANKS. Hes a 10 but he has constant coffee breath.
Well DUH HE IS A COFFEIN ADDICT. don't bully him :(
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Science experiment reader please? The angst is feeding my soul đĽšđ
Jason let you settle back in on the couch and left you in the library, still rubbing his sternum and clearing his throat.
But you stifled a groan. Now that you were awake, you were awake. And you would be until your brain decided it was time to sleep. Worst. Parting gift. Ever. You didn't dream unless it was nightmares and you couldn't sleep more than an hour or two at a time. Cycling between being practical narcolepsy and no sleep at all. Walk it was, then.
At least that wasn't super demanding and if you stuck to your path it would take you somewhere you could scream and cry to your heart's content- maybe if you wore your self out you could pass out for a while in your hammock out there.
So. You go in search of Alfred to let him know you were leaving- the last thing you wanted was a panicked search party looking for you in the little clearing you made. You didn't doubt people knew where it was. They ran trainings in the woods all the time. People rambled out there all the time. But, everyone pretended they didn't know about it, and you appreciated it. It was small. Tucked back in a gap in the old growth, where there was a sliver of sky. But the trees still damped the noise and you felt far enough from people to feel... free. Even if it wasn't really true. There were still other emotions at the edges of it all.
"That was a short sleep," The butler observed, frowning slightly.
"Yeah," you sigh. "It's just like that sometimes." You knew you could probably say Jason had woke you up. He'd get in trouble. But- he got himself in enough trouble without your help. And being petty wouldn't really keep you off his radar, where you wanted to be. "I figured I'd go on a walk."
"The fresh air would probably do you some good," he hummed. "I'll prepare snacks. And ice water."
"Alfred, today is your day off I can always grab-"
He waved away your concerns easily and smiled slightly, "Humor me,. I like to feel useful."
You huff, half smiling and shake your head. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," he said, "now on with it. Go find a book to smuggle out, I'm sure there's a nice sunny spot somewhere." And when you give him one of your rare actual smiles, he figures, a few minutes of putting junk food in your plastic Zoltar lunch box and water in a metal container with green sparkles is worth it.
Especially when you come back later. Green sparkly knapsack slung over your shoulder- probably holding a blanket and a book or two. Whatever solace you found out there, he hoped it was enough to make the pain easier to bear.
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Bruce paced and watched the clock glancing at Alfred, "When did she leave?"
"Not long after noon, Master Bruce," the Butler said, not bothering to conceal his concern.
"How did she seem?" he asked.
"Tired," Alfred recalled, "But in good spirits. She took her knapsack. I gave her a few snacks and some water. I assumed she was simply going to find some quiet spot in the woods to read. When she hadn't come back by dinner I thought she might have fallen asleep."
"Hn."
"So," Dick said, "She's probably not lost or hurt. She probably knows exactly where she is."
"Probably," Tim said. "The trick would be getting back in the dark without a flashlight."
Bruce scrubbed his hand over his face. When he'd left you you'd been dozing off in the house. Having finally hit the right balance of quiet and comfort in your brain to be able to rest. "I'll go and-"
"Or you could go," Dick said, pointing at the Bat signal visible out the window.
"Damn," Bruce sighed. "Dick You'll have to go." Not just anyone could go. Especially not if you were asleep. It had to be someone you knew. And if you were in the woods- if they had to go get you from there... well. You were going to need gentle handling. And Dick would be able to do it.
Dick nodded and stood up. Watching Bruce and Tim leave to get ready to go. "Alfred, is Jason around?"
"Master Todd is unaware of this currently, I believe," he said.
"Can you keep him that way?"
"I can try."
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Ik this is a dark ask but you said that you enjoy angst...What if Peter was suicidal? Couple years after Ben & Gwen and he generally just doesn't want to live anymore thinking it would be best if he just died? If he did have a significant other would she have to talk him from of the ledge once or twice? Again you really don't have to answer this if you don't want to. I'm not trying to glorify suicide or depression at all. I think you're a great writer and would be the best equipped for this type of subject matter
I don't think it's too dark! Not for me, at least. This is right up my alley and very much something I believe Peter would be going through with his guilt. Talking about and writing about suicide and suicidal tendencies and depression in fiction are not glorifying the topic. You're allowed to express yourself and write/read anything you please, no matter the topic. Don't forget that!<3
Trigger Warnings: this is a short angst drabble about depression, self harm, and suicidal tendencies, mentions of self harm include (burning self in shower, standing under freezing shower, cutting skin, burning on stove), gory details about Gwen's death are described
The water scalded his skin.Â
It was as hot as his apartment shower would allow it to go.Â
His palms were pressed against the wet wall in front of him in a braced stance with his head hung low. He held his back under the liquid fire through clenched teeth.Â
Feel the pain. Consume him. Until there was nothing left.Â
Let it burn through his flesh, let it melt away his muscles, and dissolve his spine until he was nothing but a steaming pile of visceral, bloody goop.Â
Whatâs the point of anything?Â
Peterâs pale skin turned red under the water. The bite of burning agony was everything he wanted. He could stay here forever to let his skin slowly melt from his body.Â
And he did.Â
At least, until the hot water ran out and ice replaced the heat. It was then that he allowed himself to lay down. Curled up under the stream. Cocooned by the dirty tub walls. The change of temperature sent his body in shock. Pools of icy water sloshed around his body. This hole in the wall apartment never had good drainage. It was filthy and broken just like him.
The cold overtook him much like the heat had. It held a different kind of burning bite but one he relished in.Â
It numbed his blistering back until he felt nothing. There was no more pain. His mind slowed to a sluggish pace. His blue lips trembled along with his chattering teeth.Â
His eyes closed. Here in the shower, he could find a peace he never could outside of it.Â
âPeter!âÂ
The water halted.Â
A towel was being thrown over him. Stealing him from his safety. He was so close. Just a little longer. Thatâs all he needed. Just a little longer and he could finally be free.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
She knew what he was doing. It wasnât the first time she had found him in some sorry state. Whether he was beaten to a pulp and laid out on the street, slicing off parts of his flesh with a rusty x-acto knife he stole off some petty thief, holding his hand over the open flames of his stove, or teetering off the edge of a skyscraper. She knew exactly what he was doing.Â
He was forcing his body to reflect the pain he felt on the inside.Â
Because when he looked in the mirror, his reflection didnât speak the truth. He looked too whole. His body was intact. It wasnât broken or damaged like he felt. It was lying to him.Â
When he closed his eyes, he saw her blood still coating his hands. It had soaked through the Spider-Man gloves. It had sunk into his skin and dried in cracks along the lines of his palm. He didnât need a palm reader to know that he was cursed. There was blood on his hands. Blood that could never be washed off. No amount of showers could erase her from his skin.Â
It didnât stop him from trying.Â
The tender break in her skull haunted him. He had pressed his hand against the back of her head like he had held her so many times when she was alive. His fingers had sunk into the fragmented hole in her skull, accidentally coming in contract with the fleshy softness of her brain. Her beautifully, intelligent brain. Smartest woman in his class. Future scientist, Gwen Stacy.Â
Gwendolyne Maxine Stacy, deceased.Â
Cracked open her skull and spilled her brains across the ground because he was too slow. Neck snapped by his own web. Spine severed in two. He had failed her. She trusted him. She believed in him. And he had let her die.Â
He didnât deserve to live.Â
âPeter, get up!âÂ
She was leaning over him, her sleeves were getting soaked in the pool of ice water around him as she tugged at his arm.Â
Get up.Â
Gwen never got up. Why should he be allowed to get up?Â
This was where he belonged. Naked and broken. Surrounded by ice.Â
âPeter, pleaseâŚstay with meâŚPeter! Please! I canâtâŚI canât live without youâŚget upâŚdonât you do this.âÂ
He could hear the tears thickening her voice and choking back sobs. He knew those words. He knew those cries. Pleading. Begging.Â
He couldnât let her feel like him. He couldnât do that. He knew this pain too well. He couldnât spread it forward. It was his to keep. His to hold onto. He couldnât let it slip out of his grasp to someone else. Not to her.Â
Thatâs why he never finished the job.Â
He could push himself right to the edge but never take that final leap. It was his selfish burden to bear. He would carry it until the end of time.Â
He opened his eyes.
For her.
Because he had already ruined one lover's life.Â
Because he couldnât ruin another's.
If you liked this and want more of this topic, I think you would really enjoy my one shot Nicest Thing.
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