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Jekyll/Hyde Part 4 - Taskforce 141 x Reader
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(A/N): After battling Word (and myself) I finally present the new chapter! I promise I've been planning out the story, it just became more complex than originally intended (as all my writing tends to be). Shit's going to get juicy.
Tags for those who encouraged me to write this (: @greeniegreengreen @aeilani @poetslastdeath
Content Warnings: PTSD, Violence, descriptions of wounds, previous taskforce betrayal, angst. As always, if I'm missing tags do not hesitate to message me or post a comment.
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The ringing is back. High-pitched and sharp, it slices through the synapses of your mind. Pressure builds and builds until itâs all you can think about. Your eyes remain closed until a firm grasp on your hair brings you back to the present.
Urszulaâs fist tightens, threatening to take another large chunk of hair. Blood seeps from unseen wounds, obscuring your vision in your right eye. Everythingâs tinted red, including Maryna. Your head pounds in the same rhythm as her laughter. Cackling more like.
Your weapons and armor were stripped long after you sent the dogs to scout the area. It's a stupid, predictable mistake thatâll cost you your life. It already cost you your trust, security, and faith. What else are you going to lose?
âThe Huntress is speechless? I thought Iâd never see the day, Captain!â Maryna teases, kneeling beside your shaking figure. âAll that planning and effort, only for the rug to be pulled from beneath you.â
She tears off your mask, chuckling as she drops it onto the ground and shatters the lower jaw with her boot. Rage blooms heat across your body, snarling at her before you can even stop it. You fight against Urszulaâs hold, screaming when the struggle costs you a fist of hair. Your nails scrape against her single hand holding them back. Then you feel something along her belt, dangling precariously from its activator. You always told her to reorganize her equipment. Good thing she never listened to you.
Maryna spits at your feet, her hand squeezing your jaw so bone grinds against bone, âJust as feral as the mutts you take in, Little Huntress. Your ferality wonât save you now, nothing will.â
Your hand grips the grenade, squeezing tightly as you lean forward.Â
The grenade explodes, sending smoke everywhere. You launch your head forward, losing a handful of hair but gaining a satisfying scream curdling the air when you rip her nose off. The grip on your hands slackens enough to roll away and activate your panic button. The dogs will get here soon enough.Â
Holding in your coughs, your lungs burn as rage and determination urge you forward. Once you break free from the smokey shroud, your eyes immediately catch your rifle lying with the rest of your equipment. Itâs dismantled. Fuck. You snatch your knife and a Semtex.Â
Using the snow for cover, you distance yourself from the sisters and try to think. Your head wound feels like itâs rattling, your brainâs knocked loose and bouncing against your skull. Taking some snow, you wipe your face down and move on. The cold melts against your hand, numbing your mind to what youâre about to do. Youâre washing your hands of this. Itâs you versus the world right now, and youâre going to WIN.
Your eyes snap back to the smoke, watching as Urszula stumbles out coughing. Maryna follows, clutching her nose. Your pistol is in her hand. Bitch.Â
Whenever a soldier breaks, they usually describe it as a snap. Something pulling taut and breaking. Other times it meant losing a piece of yourself, something digging in and tearing a vital section out. So why does it feel freeing? Why does it feel like you were missing something until now? A release rather than a fracture.
Readjusting your grip, the knife hits its mark in Marynaâs hand. She drops the pistol. Good. Polish swears echo to the high heavens, but your brain fails to translate them as you tackle her to the ground. She raises her bad hand to block you, unwittingly presenting the handle to you.
It feels as if youâre removing an ancient sword from a stone. A godly being offering a weapon of divine salvation and promise, whispering that this isnât over yet. Take up your arms and keep fighting.Â
Her hand gives way and splits in two, blood gushing as you drive the blade into her chest repeatedly. Urszulaâs hands try to wrap around you again, but your knife sinks into her throat. Wide eyes stare back as she lands next to her sister, gasping for air thatâll never fill their lungs again. You wipe the bloody knife on their clothes and sheath it.Â
The Semtex feels heavy in your hand, but even the new weight doesnât prevent you from pulling the pin. It practically feels weightless when you toss it. The fire will purge all.
The explosion jostles the world with its power, sending pieces of the sisters to rain upon you. This is the calm before the storm. You know it. The broken mask lays at your feet in the aftermath, a cruel mirror revealing what this is. What youâve become. Kneeling, you grab the face plate. Only the jaw section is broken, following the curve of the boot that crushed it.Â
It fits your face perfectly, the damage leaving your mouth and lower jaw open to the elements. Then you hear barking. Too close-
âI think the ladâs had enough, Jekyll.â Price.
Snapping into the present, you see Ruse in your hands. Heâs panting with a wild smile and crazed eyes, groaning as he maneuvers to get more pets. You rustle him up before leaning back, leaving him to wander back to Sir and Bear. The pup huffs at the interruption, groaning as he collapses between the elder dogs.
âNearly cuddled the poor pup to death,â Sunshine teases, leaning over to give Bear ear scritches. She leans in, tilting her head to the side until she finally starts kicking her leg out. âGood Bear.â
Sir huffs at the lack of attention but quickly rolls to his side when Price gives the suffering pup belly rubs. A smile creeps onto your face. Small, but still there. Itâs been a while since they joined you on a mission. It was too risky without a full-time task force. You hope this one sticks. They warmed up quickly.Â
Leaning back, you close your eyes and exhale loudly. You know you have hours left on the trip. A cold nose hits your hand three times, urging you to open your eyes. Sir sits once your eyes are on him, tail wagging.Â
âWhaâs he waitin' fer?âÂ
Your eyes flick to the Scotâs, reaching into the pack next to you to pull out a knotted rope. You toss it over, watching him catch it. Sir stalks up to him, sitting. His tail wags, waiting not so patiently to play. He whines, shifting from one paw to the other before changing tactics.Â
âGaz, can ye?âÂ
Bearâs deep love noises capture your attention, and you turn to see her leaning on Sunshine for more cuddles. âA bit occupied, mate.â
She hasnât done that to someone other than you since Dane. Bile threatens to curdle your stomach. Sir speaks, barely stringing along a few syllables. He stomps his paw, glaring at him while speaking again. Heâs telling him off.
He bites onto the rope, moving it further onto his lap, and sits again. What a patient boy.
Mohawk finally gives in to the puppy dog's eyes, gripping fiercely onto the rope when Sir latches onto it. He shakes his head but fails to tear the rope away, tail wagging as he realizes how strong the man is. The Scotâll keep him occupied for a while at least.Â
You grab your journal out of your duffel, nearly snagging its leather binding on the teeth of the bagâs zipper. Huffing, you open the page and dig around for something of substance to read. Something familiar to distract yourself from the thought of HIM. Training tactics and notes about the dogsâ feeding schedule, but nothing works.Â
ââOwâd you get into training âem?â
Your eyes snap to Ghost. His gloved hand firmly holds Sirâs rope, holding it steady as the dog struggles to budge an inch. Even Sirâs usual jerky motions and feigning are in vain. An unmovable object. You wonder if the past would be different if you were able to get him before Price did.
âTraining dogs in general or these furballs?â you ask. The question is too open-ended for you.
âThe furballs.âÂ
Sir jerks again. Ghost retaliates with a tug of his own. Nails scrape against metal alongside Sirâs low growl. The noise makes your hand twitch, instinctive to gravitate towards a weapon. At least your journal covered it.Â
âSirâs my second dog,â you start, mentally unraveling stored-away memories. âHe was the runt of a litter I found in Germany, kept him myself, and gave the rest to the other trainers.â
âWhy the runt? Hey!â Sunshine protests as Bear crawls onto his lap, smiling up at him. He doesnât stay mad for long, melting under her attention. You donât even realize youâre smiling until-
âWhat happened to the first?âÂ
Priceâs question sends a zing of hurt through your system. âHelen. They sold her to a mercenary group while I was away, and claimed she was the bright start of a new program. I could have followed her, hell, they tried to use her to get me to leave.â
It would have been so much easier. A fully funded program with yourself on top, and glory at your fingertips, but it all felt wrong. Too easy. Like someone was guiding you with a blindfold, saying that it was just dark.
âI had to restart everything after she left. Sir was tough, but he helped make improvements and train these two. Bear was rescued from a shelter, and legally mine to prevent another incident from happening. RuseâŠâ
You stare at his face. His tongue bounces back and forth alongside his rapid breaths, tail wagging as soon as he makes eye contact with you. He still hasnât grown out of his puppy phase. You hope he doesnât. âRuse was found on an op, barely a month old when I found him at a dog fighting ring.â
âEnemy dog, youâre sure he wonât switch sides?â Itâs a joke. You know it is, but it sends a jolt in your system. Too easy to read. Sunshine catches up on his own words, the scrunch in his brow giving it away. âSorry, the little bugger is probably wrapped around your finger.â
All four of you look at him, which makes his tail wag even more. He whines and leans closer to Price, licking his face before stealing his hat. âFucker. Drop it.â
That steals a laugh from you. Deep and guttural.Â
Ruse sighs and drops it, migrating to you with his tail tucked between his legs. He collapses at your feet, huffing before nuzzling closer. âDonât worry, Sunshine, he knows who his mama is. Itâs just a preference for the runts; they have more room to grow.â
Ghost releases the rope. The release sends Sir back as he tugs, landing on top of Ruse. The pup nips at him before stealing his rope.
His eyes are still on you. Dark, endless voids hungry for something you canât quite place. Maybe youâre projecting. Itâs enough intensity to want to make you sink your teeth into his neck, but thatâll for sure get you shoved into the looney bin. Youâd just break out. No oneâs been able to hold you for long. Your finger finds the burns lining your right leg, the textured skin grounding you. Get a grip on yourself.Â
âShadow Company, thatâs who has Helen.â
You nod, petting Ruse when he whines. âYeah, they nearly had me too. If this hadnât worked out...â
You dare not utter the words. Speak it into existence and itâll come true. The open invitation to Shadow Company is a temptation that will lead you to your death. Whether itâs physically or morally will be a toss of a coin. Be under Sheperdâs thumb or risk torture and death for using Shadow company to get to them. Youâre supposed to be dead, and yet the offer still found you. The pit in your stomach grows.
A hand on your shoulder jolts you out of your thoughts, head snaps up to see Ghost standing before you. He shakes your shoulder a bit, confusing you even more. He chuckles, quiet and raspy. His hand moves to your chin, but you snatch it before it touches the scarred flesh. âEasy there, Jekyll, just trying to shake those notions out of your head.â
You scoff, but his other hand succeeds in what the other couldnât. Your jaw firmly grasped in his gloved hand, the knit material scratching your skin. The dogs begin to growl at Ghost, but you hold your hand up. They stop immediately and shuffle over to Price. Everyone watches in silence.
Then he just shakes your head. Confusion morphs into understanding, and when it finally clicks, he steals a laugh out of you. Then another when he continues, doubling down before giving you respite. âAnymore rattling in there?âÂ
âRattled out,â you respond, jumping when he squeezes your chin. âCareful, Lieutenant, I bite.â
A low, gravelly chuckle escapes through the barrier of the mask. He doesnât let go, only dragging his fingers until the scratch of his gloves is out of range.Â
You lean back and rest your head against the cool metal of the transport. At least that will dull the ache of the pain of your memories.
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THEY CALL ME HOMEWRECKER
pairing. established!cait x reader ft. older!vi
content warning. eighteen+, some freaky toxic shit, caitlyn lowkey a bad girlfriend, reader a freak, and violetâs just there for a good time, ooc!vi mostly, strap!sex, threesome, jealousy, cheating, some good âole drama, public!sex, slight voyeurism if you squint.
#thank u to my boo @sinstear for helping me facilitate this madness and giving me even more ideas for it. and for @shouyuus for always supporting my gay panicking. still crying about it. as always, eighteen+.
since the two of you were struggling financially, youâve always stuck by caitlynâs side. throughout all of her business endeavors, one finally stuck, the restaurant on avenue street, and god is it ever so booming. weeks of hectic hours turn into months of hardly seeing her due to her schedule always being on the flipside of hers.
all of it was so excruciating.
over the past few months, the cracks of your relationship fall over like a tsunami waves, crashing repeatedly into the shore. you try to talk about it with her â the two days out of the week when you actually see her â but sheâs always too tired.
too this.
too that.
nothing you do is ever enough. it doesnât matter if you set the mood just right, candles light with rose petals on the bed, buying a new lingerie set to attempt to peak your girlfriendâs interest.
âbaby, itâs been months since weâve had sex? do you just not want me anymore? caitlyn reassure you she does but makes no move to give you the relief youâre so desperately seeking. deadly kisses turn stale in your mouth, the bitterness of her stagnant need tastes like the dark chocolate on your tongue.
âjustââ caitlyn grunts as she gently shoves you off as her back turn away from you ânot tonight.â
youâre so close to cry, to calling this relationship for what is, a colossal failure. deciding to cool down before offering her the proposition, the one youâve been thinking about for a while now. no matter what you do, you love cait too much to call it quits. you have to fight for who you love, no matter the cost. this is the only choice you can makeâŠright?
droplets kiss your skin, an oversized shirt hits your thighs as your feet pad away from the cool tile, the dampness of your hair touches the cotton as she looks at you, exhaustion written all over her gorgeous face.
âwhat if we opened this up? let someoneâŠin.â
shyly, you mumble. and you expect some lewd response, anger, a finality to the end but youâre met with relief. âi think thatâs a great idea, love.â
but caitlyn would live to regret those words. âjust one night with someone else.â
the both of you agree.
all of it happened organically, thatâs what you were her for. caitlyn was close and made sure not to hover. the stipulation being the two of you had to be attracted to whoever came home with the two of you. itâs when you spot her, checking you out from the other side of the bar.
âhi, cupcake.â her voice is sultry but her rasp velvet smooth.
âo-oh, u-um, hiââ you readjust shirt, the swell of your breasts threatening to spill from the tight top youâre wearing. sheâs the hottest woman youâve ever seen. soft lines on her face to resemble her age, but fuck, sheâs so pretty.
powder-blue eyes resembling the sky as she checks you out from head to toe, unable to keep her eyes off of you. she canât stop looking at you as you squirm underneath her blunt gaze.
âwhoâs the blue haired woman behind you? girlfriend? she looks like she wants to kill me for getting so close to you.â with a fierce sense of confidence running through her veins, she plays with the pretty silver chain hanging from your neck.
âshe is my girlfriend but we have an understanding.â the nerves from your initial impression of her dissipate, as you step closer to her. âweâre on the hunt for someone to fuck our brains out, especially mine itâs been a little too long.â
"how long?"
the curoisty slips out before she can help herself, eyes falling back on your tits again again as you cross your arms over your chest, tongue running over your lips as the tattoo peeking out from her the underside of her neck.
âlong enough.â
but caitlyn interjects, slithering her way as she immediately starts caressing the mystery womanâs forearm. itâs difficult to pretend there isnât a sting in your chest when she so easily touches someone else without a second thought.
it isnât fair, thatâs all youâve wanted, an ounce of her affection but it seems it just takes a certain kind of woman to get her going. on that doesnât love her the way you do, one thatâs hotter, sexier, and definitely has more experience than you.
caitlyn is all over her, all night. vi, as youâve come to learn, is much older than you and cait, more successful than you could ever dream of, and she damn sure knows how to sweet talk. you canât help but feel a little left out as you sip on your martini, courtesy of vi.
excusing yourself to freshen up, not that you believe either of them would notice, you wash your hands, splash some water on your cold face to calm yourself. itâs crystal clear, she always wanted to have sex, just never with you.
there she stands, proud and tall, with hope in her eyes like sheâs found the missing piece of her puzzle. âso, sheâs perfect, right? i mean we really hit it off. the both of us, right?â
you nod, âyeah, sounds perfect, cait.â but sheâs too fucking horny too nice the clip to her name or the bitterness in your tone. sheâll have her fill and youâll be stuck on the sidelines, again. sheâll do anything but acknowledge this relationship for the farce it is.
you should have known, all the signs right in front of you to see, and now it all it took a pink-haired goddess to show you the light. sheâll get her pussy wet for anyone who isnât you.
âgreat! iâll tell her. iâm so glad we decided to do this, love.â
love.
the irony of her burning affection nearly causes you to throw up.
still, youâre incessantly scrubbing at your hands, the skin feels raw, the top of your fingers wrinkling like prunes. the last thing you want to do is meet them out there. the gorgeously, very-fuckable stranger who your girlfriend canât get enough of. you should have just done the right thing, put the relationship to bed along with the rest of your dignity. now youâd have to watch who you thought was the love of your life, get off right in front of you.
then sheâs here. vi. with her beautiful face, her cologne that smells of vanilla and mahogany, her perfectly fit body, making you feel more insecure than youâve ever been.
âyou alright, princess? if you have second thoughts just say the wordâŠâ
ânope.â
with a violent urgency, you keep scrubbing the soap into your absolutely clean hands, bending over the counter slightly to rinse them when you feel her behind you, gripping at your hips. she reaches over to shut the water off, handing you a few paper towels to dry your hands.
what the fuck is she playing at? why isnât she sucking caitlynâs face off?
âi have something else in mindââ vi leans over as her hot breath kisses your ear, âand it has to do with this pretty, little skirt on the floor.â
âoh, vi, we should really go and meet caitlyn, sheââ but you canât talk, not when she starts stroking the silky skin of your thigh, pushing the hem of your skirt up just a hair.
âyou sure about that?â vi crawls her playful hand underneath the hem, playing with the panties covering your cunt, teasing your slit through the delicate lace. âi had my eyes set on something i want to try first.â
âo-ohâŠkay, well, itâs really not the best idea. please, can weâ"
âso you really want to princess? something tells me, youâre dying to have this pussy eaten, fuckedâŠ.stretched. i have a perfect hot pink cock for you to get fucked with, a mouth to please you, and a good set of fingers for you to bounce on.â
before you realize whatâs sheâs doing, her heavenly hands dip inside your panties, splitting your folds like the red sea; as god intended. she groans in your ear when she not only feels, but hears how soaked youâve become, hot breath setting your body aflame.
âhow does that sound, princess? want me to take care of you?â you grind against her pelvis, back arching into her as she slips a lone finger inside you. you moan so high, it nearly sounds like a scream.
âmmm, shit, ahhh, thatâsââ
becoming very aware of the public setting, anyone could walk in the door at any given moment, you try to refute but youâre struggling to find the words, as she curls her finger inside you, establishing a steady pace.
âwhat? donât think of caitlyn now. she certainly didnât care before, did she? let me guessâŠshe left you and your vibrator to your own device, pressing on that pretty clit of yours, hoping sheâd jump in but she couldnât.
âshe couldnât do what needs to be doneââ vi bites and sucks at your neck, you crane your body towards her in submission, giving the older woman all the access she needs to tear you apart. âbut i can give you whatever you fucking want, princess.â
it doesnât take anything else before youâre attacking the older woman with your lips, her tongue invades your mouth as she surges for dominance, gripping your plump cheeks through the small amount of fabric covering them.
immediately intertwining your finger through her hair as you tug on her roots, as your skirt rides up against almost rising completely as vi pushes you through the first open stall she sees. not giving one flying fuck who hears her.
âneeded you first, you know that? couldnât help myself as soon as i saw you. god, just you wait until tonight.â
you shake your head as she pushes the your skirt to your hip bones, ripping your panties off with one single rip!
âtonight?â
âyes, pretty girl, tonight. mâgonna make her watch while i fuck you on my cock.â
pressing her knee with force in-between your legs, an animalistic moan tumbles out before you could even stop yourself.
âcâmon, ride my thigh, sweet girl. thatâs what you want, hm?â
viâs strength centers you in like gravity, allowing you to slide further up her trousers, your folds fluttering against the friction, allowing the crease of her perfectly-ironed slacks to push against your soaking pussy.
âgod, fuck her for not wanting to fuck you. iâll fuck you all night if you let me.â vi grunts as she watches your body writhe, tits bouncing as chase your high.
âfuuuckkkkk,â you hiccup, so close as she pushes a thumb in your mouth, effectively shutting your mouth for a moment as you suck on the digit. swirling your tongue around her finger, pretending sheâs fucking you with a strap instead.
âsuch a good girl for me.â pulling off with a delectable pop, she presses against your clit, blissful patterns being traced on your bundle of nerves and just with a few strokes youâre done for. falling fast and hard.
âvi, vi, oh fuck, baby, viiiiââ a drawl of her name as she abuses the bundle of nerves, the ache for her full attention and freely does vi give it.
you fall into her chest, whimpering as her incessant need to play with your clit does nothing to help you calm down â all she does is rile you up.
fuck, caitlyn.
not a day in your life had you thought of being interested in someone so much older than you, but god youâd never come apart like that. not so quickly and not ever quite as hard. she knew what you liked without uttering a word.
the swipe of her thumb felt like a stroke of god, as if she was one, giving into your mundane pleasure, helping you close in on what seemed like an impossible finish.
this wasnât part of the deal. shit, youâre so fucked.
âturn around.â you obey.
a pathetic servant willing to get itâs pay.
she slaps your ass once more, a whimper tumbles and vi eats up every second of it.
âhow bad do you want my cock, baby?â
âso bad, please.â
âgood. youâll show meâŠin front of her.â
â
âjust like that princess, fuck, youâre so goddamn pretty.â
violetâs hands steady your hips as you ride caitâs cock, the strap stretching you out to the heavens, vi guides you in perfect rhythm. you know you should feel bad, but you canât stop staring at vi, her perfect eyes gleaming as you moan out her name.
not cait, vi.
âloveââ caitlynâs voice is drown outed when vi is looking at you the way sheâs does, the way youâve been begging your girlfriend too but she only does when thereâs someone else giving you what youâve been desperately craving.
âhow does it feel, cupcake?â vi whispers in your ear, âdoes it feel good when you fuck yourself on her cock?â
without warning, vi slaps your ass as you jolt forward, the silicone cock slipping deeper within you, kissing your cervix as vi keeps her hand on your lower back, guiding your movements.
âf-feels really good, vi.â
vi kisses down your neck, biting at the skin before she presses her scarred lip against your ear.
âi know it does, princess. been wanting this for months, huh? donât worry about a thing. iâll take care of you.â
vi smirks as she sees caitlyn stirring with fury, bold pair of blues ignite under the fire of someone else seeing what is so rightfully hers. she hates this, knowing someone else is talking you through it, touching your skin, soft lips kissing the ample skin of your neck.
truthfully, sheâs never been a jealous person. as the rises at the break of dawn and sets in the cool evening, caitlyn truly believed sheâs the one for you â no one else could dare compete.
itâs caitlyn and you.
but suddenly it doesnât feel like the two of you against the world.
itâs vi and you, the anxiety bubbling in her stomach feels catastrophic, so she fucks into you, making you squirm with need. but still, youâre so entangled in vi, you donât even notice her.
the night hadnât started the way caitlyn planned â or wanted â but she lapped at your cunt as vi instructed her to do so. sheâd been vying for an ounce of her attention. truthfully, sheâd settle for either one of you, but the two seem to enthralled with one another to even notice her existence.
but fuck, youâre her girlfriend. only hers.
but when youâre close, you ask vi for permission to come. itâs viâs whose name you scream out when you start falling apart on caitlynâs cock. itâs vi rubbing your clit, whispering sweet nothing in your ear as you see stars, itâs vi who pulls you into her lap as you cling onto her for dear life, as if caitlynâs touch feels poisonous.
nothing makes sense.
when caitlyn thinks for a moment, sheâll get an ounce of attention, vi handcuffs her to the chair across the bed.
âwhat are you doing?â dark blue eyebrows furrow as her, eye squinting harshly.
âyouâll get your turn, be patient.â vi scolds, but she has no intention on following through on her promise. this is to make a mockery her, to show her exactly whatâs she been missing.
in the full nude, she walks over to the night stand, grabbing the harness, and makes sure everything is just right for you â the hot pink dildo protrudes, just as she promised. the pink bush sheâs sporting matches deliciously as her happy trail follows up her lower abdomen.
caitlyn wants to curse at the wind when you immediately fall in obedience, commands fly off viâs tongue and you adhere to her wishes. the first has your mouth wrapping around her pink cock, she gently thrusts, lubricating the plastic with your tongue. your hands twisting viâs pierced nipples, playing with the silver barbell, taking pride and joy when her breath hitches.
âlay on your back for me, yeah?â vi doesnât waste another beat.
with reckless intent, she slides in, every inch of her saturated in your warmth. you waste no time, fingers woven through her hair like a thread through embroidery. her pink hair becomes nothing more than a leash for you tug on, each powerful thrust to much, too soon â but you also are too terrified to let go.
"take it, princess. just like thatâ" violet pushes deep, clinging to her broad back, scratches made in tandem when she delivers a brutal pace. "tell her how much you love my cock."
there she sits, jaw slack, mouth open so wide she could catch flies.
vi can't tell if you she's crying and part of her almost feels bed until desperate pleas of her name fall from sanctioned lips. violet smirks as she looks back at caitlyn, waiting for the inevitable moment of her crumble.
there's only so much one girl could take and violet knew she had to be hitting her limit. soft please of, babygirl, falls on ears that only hears vi's instruction. deviously, violet smirks as she watches caitlyn realizes exactly what as going on.
but it's too late.
you're already far out her grip as your grip onto violet for dear life as you come apart on her cock, moaning louder than caitlyn's ever heard.
you're never loud, even when the two of you did have sex, it's always been quiet.
sweet. soft.
nothing about this is tender as your squirt all over her bed sheet, effectively sending violet over the edge from watching you come, fucking you harder as you moan into her neck, sharp teeth sinking into her collarbones.
to sink the final dagger in her heart, you initate violet's lips locking in yours, a smashing of desire reaches it's fateful end. caitlyn watches as you lose yourself in someone else, someone older, wiser â her stomach churns as she desperately tries to break free of the restraints.
she's been made a fool of, a mere mockery just for wanting to try something you suggested. but the jealousy falls around her, she's not strong enough to watch you enjoy getting your brains fucked by someone who has everything.
for the first time in her life, she feels you slipping through her fingers.
"would you stop touching her? this is over. we're done with you, vi. she's my girlfriend, get off her." bitterly, caitlyn sneers.
"oh, she does?"
with a roll of her strong hips, vi thrusts deep into your pussy, you clench around her, arching your back as you cry out for your lover's touch.
"well, i hate to be the barrier of bad news, but she's not done which means neither am i. so, enjoy the show, cait. you sure have paid a pretty penny for it."
#â âź â âđ«đđČđ«đđČ đ©đšđŹđđŹ â#um ⊠so ⊠i wanted to write something filthy/toxic and this is that.#this was supposed to be a blurb but.#iâm a little insane.#this is just me being unhinged and bored. so.#im posting too much. iâm crawling back in my 15k vi series im building. see ya at some point.#vi#vi arcane#arcane#vi x reader#vi arcane x reader#vi x you#vi smut#vi arcane smut#arcane x reader#league of legends arcane#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn kiramman x reader#caitlyn arcane#vi x caitlyn#caitlyn x reader#caitvi x reader#(á°.á) arcane works.
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: ÌÌâ TRAPPED WITH U !?
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featuring. g. satoru x fem!reader
warnings. explicit content, foul language, intern!reader, businessman!gojo, satoruâs a bit of a pervert in this one, and also really fucking annoying but heâs just in love fr, oral, slight breath play, unprotected sex, breeding. they fuck in an elevator, and i use a lot of italics here, oops!
renaâs note. heâs so fucking insufferable i want him so bad. also this 4.3k words. iâm so sorry.
oh but of course, since the odds were always against your favour, had you found yourself stuck in this incredulous predicament.
itâd been a long day of enduring misogynistic, narcissistic higher ups and pricks, and you wanted nothing more than to hop in your car and drive off home, hop in bed and sleep.
sounded like an ideal and realistic plan, until the sole purpose of your lifeâs oppression waltzed in seconds before the elevatorâs doors shut, pearly white teeth flashing through a smug grin and icy blues shimmering through dark shades that rested atop his nose bridge.
you huffed, almost at your witâs end as the elevatorâs door automatically reopened at the unwanted presence detected in its sensory, and the tall frame steps in with slow strides and a stupid fucking smile on his lips, hands in the pockets of his slacks, striding as if he stepped out of vogueâs magazine.
âsee somethinâ you like, wifey?â satoru chuckled, stepping side to side by your posed frame. why he chose to stand beside in this very unoccupied elevator, youâd never understand but you did know you werenât going to entertain his bullshit today.
you bit back the insult that rested at the tip of your tongue, âfloor?â your index finger hovered over the panel, waiting for him to tell you.
âsame as yours,â gojo shrugged, to which you decided on closing the doors instead.
âwhat business you got on the 2nd floor?â you muttered, suspicions growing at the fact that he coincidentally had shit to do on the same floor as yours.
the boyish smirk he flashed you sent chills down your spine, âwhatever business you got on that floor.â
you sighed exasperatedly, soon piecing together that gojo was certainly not going to the second floor to pack his belongings to head home, seeing as he was one of the higher ups that spent longer hours in the office when the internsâ shifts would end.
you pinch the bridge of your nose; âgojo.â you say his name, tone clipped and full of fatigue.
ây/n.â he answers back with your name, a flashy grin baring on thirty two teeth.
you breathe in deeply, reminding yourself to count to ten before you lost your shit. you step near the control panel and press on the main lobby floor, the first, where you decide to send him off. chances were he was heading down there to do his daily flirting with the new secretary hired anyway.
âdid ya change your mind?â his voice spawns from right at your ear, and you still in shock at his proximity, noting heâs much closer to you than earlier. âwe goinâ to the first floor instead?â
âwe are not going anywhere.â you tilt your head to the side, glaring at him through your falsies. he shifts his own head, still fucking smiling, feigning ignorance. âyou are going to the first floor, and iâm going to the fifth.â
his smile drops, finally, but at what cost? âwhy would i do that?â he has the nerve to genuinely sound confused, as if you were the one not making any sense out of this situation.
âwhy wouldnât you?â you counter back, lifting an index finger to place atop his forehead, before pushing his head back, âdonât you got better shit to do? like harass a newbie and disguise it as flirting or somethinâ?â
âis that not what iâm doing right now?â he jokes, grabbing the finger that pushed him back. you scowl, a bit upset at the fact you walked right into that one.
âbesides,â he speaks up, directing your finger towards the control panel once more. âwhat if i had business on the⊠seventh floor?â
you furrow your brows, your own eyes watching as he uses your nail to press on the seventh floor button. you try to ignore how warm and soft his hands feel against your, in contrast to the coolness of his rings.
âorrrr,â he drags out, tightening the hold on your hand once more and raising your hand higher on the panel. âwhat if i had business on the thirteenth floor? maybe the ninth too?â
âgojo.â you warn him, clicking your tongue when realizing what game heâs starting to play at. you definitely donât feel goosebumps form at your skin hearing his chuckle resonate right in your ear.
âthat german internâs a babe, ainât she?â he hums pensively, his thumb rubbing circles at the center of your palm. âi might wanna see her too.â he brings your hand to the eight floor and applies enough pressure to see it illuminate.
âare you fucking kidding me?â you get annoyed, attempting to rip your hand away from his hold but fail, when you feel him creep even closer in your bubble, your ass undoubtedly pressing into his crotch.
your eyes widen, half shock half disbelief, a sudden appearance of what seems to be gojo junior stirring awake poking at your short skirt. oh fuck.
âor,â he whispers, minty breath sending jolts of electricity up your back. he drags your hand messily over the panel, about three fourths of the floors illuminating and you know youâre fucked. âmaybe i wanna stay stuck in here with youâŠâ
you blink back to reality, dismissing whatever possible emotion you were beginning to feel emerge in your core. with a sharp tug, you manage to free yourself from his grasp and turned on your heel to face the tall bastard.
âiâm gonna need you to back off and instantlyâyou fuckinâ creep.â you snarl, pointer finger pointing at him accusingly, hoping it sets an exemplary distance between you both.
gojo breaks into laughter, the kind that has his shoulders shaking and has him doubling over as if youâd just told him the worldâs greatest joke. you watch him dumbfoundedly, your left eye twitching as he continued to ridicule you.
âfine, fine. sorry princess, i was just teasing.â he pushes his frames up to his hairline, messy strands of hair pushed out the way as he wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eyes.
you roll your eyes, pushing past him to make your way back to where youâd been prior to these stupid events. if you were gonna be stuck on this elevator ride longer than necessary because of the pit stops, youâd simply ignore him and hope he catches the hint.
you stare straight ahead at the elevator door, feeling the ride descend from the twentieth floor downwards. fuck that tall, stupid and rich bastard for dragging this elevator ride past its needed time limit.
from your peripheral, you make out his form leaning forward to catch your straight gaze. you were ignoring him and he knew, âyou mad at me?â
you remain quiet, silently praying that at one of these next stops another worker would step in and ease the situation more.
gojo frowns, eyebrows pinched to the center his forehead, âcâmon, i was joking! honest! i really am sorry.â
the silence, safe for the elevator music, answered him everything he needed to know. you were always such difficult nut to crack, but what you failed to acknowledge was the more you pushed him away the more he grew attracted to you.
he sighs, before slinging his arm over your shoulders, dropping most of his body weight onto you. he watches as you nearly stumble from the sudden imbalance, before looking up to him with that adorable pout of yours that he wants to fuck out of you.
oops.
âwhat now, gojo?â you ask him with so much attitude, your expression bored. âcanât leave me alone for a single fucking elevator ride? you that obsessed with bothering me?â
âyou got it all wrong,â gojo shakes his head, snow white tresses shaking with him and his shades falling right back to place on his nose. âiâm not obsessed with bothering youâ iâm obsessed with you period. been obsessed since that time you chucked piping hot coffee on my givenchy button down.â
you frown deeply at that, reflecting at how long ago that had been. you knew what kind of guy he was. after all, who hadnât heard of gojo satoru in this forsaken company? he dipped his dick in anything with a pulse and moved onto the next big thing whenever he got boredâ
or so youâve heard.
you stare at him for a minute, processing his words. he shamelessly stares back at you, now looping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.
âsee something you like, wifey?â he repeats himself, his favorite nickname for you making another appearance. you ignore how his hands stroke your bare arms.
you stifle a laugh, snorting incredulously at him before breaking into a full blown laughter. maybe you now understood why gojo had done the same just a little while ago, because the look of offence on his face had made the situation funnier than it was initially.
âwhatâs funny?! iâm here professing my feelings for you and youâre laughing?!â gojo complains like the manchild he is, dragging syllables and all, rosy lips falling into a pout.
âfuckâ iâm sorry, did you think i was gonna believe that?â your laughter dies down, sighing deeply in attempts to catch your breath. âno, seriously, do you take me for an idiot?â
âbelieve it or not, itâs the truth,â he mumbles, leaning his chin at the top of your skull. âeven ask nanamin. been treating him as my walking diary since suguru left.â
you donât want to think about if that holds any truth or not. you tilt your head up, enforcing eye contact with him, âi think youâre confused. itâs definitely not love, or anything in between. youâre just horny and want to fuck me.â
âwell,â he looks down, mouth salivating at the point of view presented of your breast, sitting up in all their glory in your blouse. âi wonât lie and say that isnât true. but why is it so hard to believe i have feelings for you? i literally am obsessed with you, why else would i deliberately wast time and sit through all twenty floors here with you?â
speaking of, you look at the indicator and notice youâre only at the seventeenth floor. how slow was this damn ride? thereâs absolutely no way youâd only been through less three floors this whole time? was time still in this elevator or what?
waitâ
âoh shit.â you hear the man cuss. you fear thatâs all the confirmation you needed, as your eyes pan towards the control panel and notice all the buttons are illuminating on and off.
silence fills the air, and youâre just realizing the elevator music had stopped playing. your luck bites, you decide, as you reevaluate all you wanted to do; grab your shit from the second floor and go the fuck home.
you try not to freak out, the fear of being trapped in an elevator period catching up to you mixed with anger rising in your blood at the blue eyed freak whoâs the sole cause for this unfortunate situation.
âdonât freak out, but like,â he begins to speak, corner of his lips tugging into a sympathetic smile, âweâre definitely stuck here.â
he deserves the punch to the guts he gets.
âyou sit your ass on that end of the room,â you push him to one extremity of the elevator. heâs doubled over, groaning in agony at the blow he received. âand iâll be sitting here. do not, and i cannot stress this enough, talk to me.â
time flies really fucking slowly, you notice as you check your dying phone every five minutes, waiting for the damn maintenance of this place to do their job and get you out of this elevator.
gojo had complied to your demand and hasnât said a word to you in about twenty minutes. his long legs sprawled across the floor, one leg raised as he rested his arm atop his knee.
you didnât want to admit it, but you were getting bored. and hungry. very hungry, and uncomfortably hot. did the air conditioning in here cut off too? most likely, damn your life.
you sat as gracefully as you could in your tight skirt and heels, tucking your legs into chest in hopes your shins were covering your inner thighs. though, you werenât certain if you were doing a good job, judging by the way you could feel gojoâs stare at you behind the shades and the way he shifted in his seat.
he tilts his head to the side, index finger swiping over his nose and he sniffs, âfigures youâre the lace type.â
you feel all the fight flee your body, all but exhausted as you bite into whatever he chews. you needs entertainment, even if it came in form of a 6â3 imbecile with an outfit the cost of your rent.
âfigures youâve been staring at my panties this whole time, when else are you ever this quiet?â you clap back, making no motion to switch positions. besides, he was manspreading with his whole boner poking through his slacks and he remained shameless. why couldnât you?
he smirks, lifting his hand and leaning his cheek in his palm, âiâve spent the last twenty minutes thinking about the things iâd do to you if youâd let me.â
gojo was so fucking shameless, you hated how it turned you on at times. you mustâve been truly out of it, lack of food in your system or something, because your answer flies out of you almost too naturally, âshow me your worst then.â
in the blink of an eye, you both find yourselves back on your feet, your back pressed against the wall of the elevator as your lips mold feverishly with his. gojo kisses you like heâs been wanting to do so for years, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pushing your body tighter against him.
youâre no better, hands flying to the back of his neck and your nails tugging at messy locks. he moans against your lips at a particular tug, one hand slipping past your waist and slides up your thigh. he lifts your leg and wraps it around his hip, applying pressure into the middle of your legs.
âfuck,â you moan softly against pink lips, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. he hums, your bottom lip tucked in his teeth as he pushes up into you once more.
âfeel good?â he mumbles against your lips, sneaking a few kisses while awaiting for your response. his hold on your thigh is firm, wanting to hold you in place to keep grinding into you and drawing these pretty sounds out of you.
you nod your head before throwing it back against the wall, to which his lips leave yours to attack at your neck. heâs kissing and licking and nipping at your sensitive skin, leaving dark love bites.
âyou fuckinâ teenager,â you complain, knowing he was intentionally marking you in visible areas, so youâd be the next talk of the week. âjust had to be there, didnât it?â
âcouldnât help it,â you feel his smirk against your jugular, to which you roll your eyes. âyou smell so fucking good here, shit, i could eat you upâ actuallyâŠâ
you snort as he pulls away from the crook of your neck, and you eye how dishevelled he looks. even with messy hair, saliva streaking his cheeks and swollen lips, he still looked fucking hot.
you donât have much time to reflect on his beauty because heâs soon kneeling down in front of you, hands creeping up in your skirt and tugging down at your lace undergarment. it slides off your legs with ease, and is soon in his possession, to which he stuffs in his pockets.
âi will.â he finally completes his sentence, lifting your leg over his shoulder.
he holds a firm grip on your thigh as your skirt hikes up, and he feasts. his lips latch onto your lower ones and slurps up your juices. his tongue swipes at your wet folds, moaning at the taste, which drives you to mush.
you throw your head back, hands coming in contact with his tresses, expressing the delight you feel through the tugs at his hair. whenever youâd pull hard at his hair, heâd moan into your cunt, which would result in making you moan louder and pull harder, and the cycle repeats.
âf-fuck, hahâgojo,â you whine when you feel a single digit prod into your pussy. he multitasks with fucking you open with his finger while sucking at your clit and lapping up your juices.
âshit, mhm, keep going,â you push his head deeper into your legs, momentarily forgetting youâre cutting out his breathing circulation.
you then realize he truly doesnât mind, as his eyes roll to the back of his skull and moans even more sinfully into your dripping pussy.
it didnât take much more than a few extra fingers to drive you over the edge, and you spray your essence in his mouth as he happily swallows every single drop you offer to him. your thighs quake and you feel yourself lose balance but he makes sure to hold you still.
you ride your high on his face, breathing heavily as you come down from your orgasm. he pulls away from in between your legs, breathing heavily with a smitten smile on his lips. âbon appĂ©tit,â he jokes, using the back of his hand to wipe himself clean.
you snort at his childishness, âshut up and gimme a moment to return you the favour.â
and just like that, you find yourself now kneeling and gojo hovered over you. he stretched his arm to hold himself up against the wall while simultaneously watching you swallow his cock whole.
now, all cocky shit aside, gojo was nowhere near small sized. he packed a big one, and the fact that you were so confidently gobbling him up, head bobbing up and down on his length, hands twisting and jerking whatever you failed to reach.
âfuckfuckfuckâshiiit, dammit y/n, your mouth feels fuckinâ amazing,â gojo whines pathetically, leaning his forehead against the cool wall.
it unintentionally forces his tip deeper in your throat and you gag around him, throat constricting around his dick and fuck if his knees hadnât buckled.
you knew gojo was a spontaneous man, so him suddenly reaching the back of your head and pushing you deeper on his dick shouldnât have surprised you. you were now deepthroating him as he praised you endlessly, telling you how perfect you were taking him, how warm and tight your mouth felt, how he was going to cum if you kept playing with his balls.
when he does nut, your nose reaches his pubic hairs, curly white hairs ticking you as you inhale his musk in attempt to force yourself to suppress your gag. he cums a riverbank down your throat and naturally you swallow it all, pulling off him when he finishes and seeing a string of cum and saliva connect his blushing pink tip to your lips.
âfuck,â he chuckles breathlessly, hand laying atop of your head and patting your hair gently before sliding down to your jaw. his thumb strokes your skin, âcome up here, wanna kiss you again.â
âsap.â you tease but lift yourself, knees wobbly but you manage.
youâre back to standing, and your hands quickly find themselves back to his nape, threading your fingers gently through his hair. he kisses you much less rushed but instead takes his time, savours the taste of him on your tongue as you taste yourself on his.
the kiss is sensual and sloppy, drool pooling at the corner of your lips as he kisses you like his lifeline depends on it. his hands slip at your ass, grabbing the mounds with handfuls.
he pulls away just slightly, wording against your lips âjump.â
you comply, jumping and he catches you gracefully, showing no signs of struggle. you wrap your legs around his waist and proceed to kiss him again, your back coming in contact with the wall. you feel him grind his hardening dick against your bare pussy, and if you had half your regular mind, youâd have been embarrassed by how badly you were dripping over him.
ââm gonna fuck you now,â gojo mumbles against your lips, lips peppering kisses at the corner of your saliva coated mouth. âthat good with you, princess?â
you give him a flat look, fingers still carding through his soft locks. âuse your thinking skills and guess.â
he smiles at you, almost too sincere and raw, and you feel your eyes shy away from his gaze, focusing instead at the beauty mark marked at the base of his neck. âhey, consent is sexy, meanie.â
âthe sexiest,â you feed into his bite, giggling when you feel him nuzzle his nose in the crook of your neck. his crown of hair tickles at your skin. ânow hurry up.â
you surely donât have to tell him twice as he pulls out of your neck and grabs the base of his dick, placing his tip at your pulsating hole and pushes inside.
the synchronization of both your moans blend into each others, as your gaze on one another never breaks. he watches you intently, blue eyes narrowing into your facial reactions, wanting to memorize every twitch of muscles in case this was ever his last opportunity to.
âmmhmâyes, baby,â you claw at his back, eyes droopy and hazy as he thrusts into you at a slow yet intense pace. if gojo noticed the term of endearment you slipped up, he made no show in pointing it out, and you were thankful.
the stretch of his cock at your pussy sent a fiery feeling spreading towards all of your limbs. the squelching of your pussy tightening and clenching at his dick filling the room. he soon picked up his pace, railing into you with every fibre in his body, loving the way your body bounced up in reaction to his thrusts.
he fucked you into that wall, dug so deep into your cunt you were sure you felt him in your stomach. well no wonder why women were obsessed with him, he was definitely a pleaser. a stinging bitter feeling momentarily crawled up your throat before dissipating when you caught his eyes staring at you with something youâd usually refer to as admiration.
âgod, this pussy is heaven fucking sentânever had anythinâ like itâoh shit baby, gotta have more of thisâ gotta have more of you, please y/nâneed this all the fuckinâ time,â he praised you like it was the only thing he knew how to do.
he was a verbal man, you knew, but it amplified during sexual activities. you shamefully moaned at every praise he threw at you, pussy clenching at his dick, warmth oddly settling in your chest. you scratched at his back, he bit into your shoulders, nipped at your lips and rammed your core.
in little to no time, you felt that tide of pleasure washing over you, your cervix unable to take anymore of his tip bullying into it.
âgojo, fuckkk, âm so fucking close!â you mewl brokenly, as tears stream down your cheeks from the overriding pleasure.
âsatoru,â he breathes out, his name falling straight within earshot. his hips never give up, but his request is asked based off raw emotions, âcall me satoruâplease,â
your mind is running miles a minute, the tightening of your gut on the brink of snapping and spraying your dam yet again all over him.
he whimpers with his nose pressed at your jugular, his grip on your thighs so tight your bound to have bruises form soon, and your back begins to ache from repeatedly being pushed up against an uncomfortable surface.
but fuck, you were so fucking close.
âhnngâsatoru!â you cry as your orgasm washes over you, rakes through your body from head to toe, muscles spasming in his hold.
you leak like a faucet, and he follows suit, moaning your name all brokenly, whimpering and whining in your ear as he pumps your pussy full of his cum. for a split second you feel your bodies merge into one, the orgasm so intense you almost forgot just who and where this was happening.
eventually, you both ride down from your highs, and satoru places you down to your feet, though never pulling out of you. his dick is snug in your warm walls, and heâs tempted to stay like this for longer, until you decide to speak.
âcâmon big guy, pull out.â you tap at his chest gently, pulling him out of his daydream. âwe have no idea when maintenanceâll show up.â
he blinks slowly, nodding as he acknowledges your words. itâs almost a damn miracle they hadnât shown up while satoru was fucking you, but now that the lust had faded away, you almost felt ashamed of yourself.
âyeah justâ gimme a second.â he breathes to himself, silently wishing heâd been able to bask in the aftercare with you a little longer. he guesses he shouldâve known better than to expect such in an elevator of all places.
you remain quiet and he hates it. did you regret it already? is he back to square one with you?
you bite your lip, âgojâ satoru.â
he perks his head up and you swear you see his ears wiggle as if he were a dog. his eyes shimmer with hope and you donât think heâs ever looked this pretty before, âwhatâs up?â
âiâm gonna need my panties back, you know.â you nod your head towards his pocket where your lace undergarments were stuffed. âthey were my favorite.â
âwhat a shame, guess youâll have to grab it another day.â he sighs dramatically, feigning despair. giggling, you feel his fingers drum at your bare waist, âsay, maybe friday night around 7pm at your place?â
âguess i have no other choice, do i?â you sigh just as dramatically, pulling him closer by the collar of his wrinkly white button down. he grins so widely your cheeks hurt for him, or maybe they hurt for yourself as you reflected his grin.
âi donât make the rules baby.â
this was definitely rushed but leave me alone đđŸ.
#renaâstar.#gojo satoru#gojo satoru smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo smut#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu gojo
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masterlist!
synopsis; feelings flourish in between the two of you as youâre forced to act as a couple. could a kiss finally let the two of you understand what was really going on underneath your supposedly hatred? youâre scared to find out.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!!, guns, shots being fired, girls being bitches, bickering, lots of teasing, so much flufffffff, spencer and reader being confused, pining, neck kisses, making out (their first kiss!!), violence, guns, shots being fired, spencer gets flustered a lot, also gets a boner⊠(so much more that i probably canât remember)âŠ
âso what do we know about this unsub?â hotch asked, all of you were sitting on the police station around the table, trying to understand this killers motive.
âwell, we know his killings evolve around y/n.â morgan stated the obvious, to what you sighed.
âstalkers may exhibit a range of psychological issues, including personality disorders such as narcissistic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, and delusional disorders like erotomania. stalking behaviors can also be influenced by insecure attachment styles rooted in childhood experiences.â spencer added, and you nodded.
âerotomania is a delusional disorder that makes a person believe the person of their infatuation hace reciprocated feelings or love and affection, when they donât. it may even be a person theyâve never met. they might even be famous, like a politician or an actor. people with this disorder can be so sure of this love that they think theyâre in a relationship with this person. they may not be able to accept facts that prove otherwise. it is also called de clĂ©rambault syndrome, and itâs rare. it can happen on its own. but itâs usually linked to another mental health condition, like schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. it can last for weeks or years.â you recited as if you were reading it off of a book.
âyou two are like an encyclopedia.â emily smiled, chuckling.
âso this killer will go to the extreme of killing for you if needed.â jj nodded.
âseems like it.â you answered.
âhe also seems pretty possessive and protective of you. he seems to have noticed spencer too.â morgan pointed out.
âyou think he might think weâre dating?â you inquired with disbelief.
âit would play to our favor. if our profile around him is right, he might not be able to control the need to stay quiet about it and take action.â gideon said, what made you scoff.
âso what now? we should hold hands and act like a happy couple? fuck no.â
ây/n.â hotch scolded you.
âiâm sorry but thatâs not gonna work. if none of you have noticed, spencer and i donât really get along.â
âshocker!â emily sarcastically said, to what you squinted your eyes at her.
âcome on guys⊠i canât be the only one who doesnât see this working out.â you tried to make up their minds and spencer pitched in.
âyeah. and to be honest i donât want to become the unsubâs new target.â spencer pointed out.
jj stepped in. âit's true that your relationship has been strained, but you're both intelligent individuals. iâm sure you can put aside your differences to sell this lie. it's not about whether or not you like each other; it's about stopping this unsub at all costs." you listened to her words, groaning. she was right. you needed to stop acting like children and work together to catch this unsub.
you looked at spencer, who was already looking at you, communicating with a nod.
âyouâre right.â you sighed at jj. âi guess itâs the only way, huh?â you gave in.
hotch stepped in, a flicker of relief crossing his face. "good. now, let's think through the details. we need to create a plausible backstory for your relationship, make sure your body language and interactions are believable, and be prepared for any curveballs the unsub might throw at us. this isn't going to be easy, but I have faith in both of you, and I know you can make this work." you pinched the bridge of your nose.
âhow should we⊠how should we act around each other?â you inquired, cringing internally.
rossi answered âfor your relationship to appear authentic, you'll need to display a certain level of intimacy and affection.â
âholding hands, touching each other frequently, being in close proximity⊠you can't come across as distant or awkward, as that would immediately raise suspicions.âemily added.
âyou need to convince the unsub that you're truly in love with each other." jj finished and you scoffed.
âwell thatâs gonna be easyâŠâ you sarcastically said, bracing yourself for whatâs about to come.
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his hand is warm, big engulfing your own. and clammy. spencer is nervous, awkward, you can feel it as you two walk through the beach, the light breeze hitting your skin, the salt engulfing your lungs.
you two have not said one word since youâve left the headquarters, not on the way back to the hotel, or when you moved your things into his room, or on the way to the beachâŠ
silence. total and absolute silence.
this was your new reality. to play fantasy with the person you hated the most. to act as if only love was what stood between the two of you and not this immense hatred that gnawed at your insides.
âdid you know that by the amount of germs a hand holds itâs actually safer to kiss?â he asks, and his voice sounds hoarse by the silence he has buried himself in.
you hummed. âdoes that mean youâd prefer me to kiss you instead or hold your hand?â you asked, and he choked.
âwhat? no! no, what i meant is⊠i justâŠâ you chuckled.
ârelax, reid. it was a joke. i want to kiss you as much as you want to kiss me.â you rolled your eyes. âyouâre so tense that whoever saw you would think im holding you hostage and making you hold my hand.â he scoffs.
âsorry. itâs just⊠awkward.â
âtell me about itâŠâ you sighed, leaving your beach bag down onto the sand. âi think this might be a good spot.â
âfor what?â he inquired, letting go of your hand.
âweâre supposed to be on a date, reid. doing things a couple does. you know⊠watch the sunset, spend time together⊠all of that.â
âoh.â he muttered. âyeah. that makes sense.â he nodded, watching you take out a couple of towels to spread them across the sand.
âgonna help me or stand there watching?â you chuckled, and he quickly moved to help you, muttering a âright, sorryâ that made you laugh internally. whoâd know spencer could act like this? embarrassed and coy in front of you?
then he sat, book in hand. of course. âseriously? youâre gonna read right now?â you inquired him and he looked up at you.
âwhy not? the beach is one of the most relaxing places to read.â he shrugged, and you shook your head, pulling from your beach dress to get it off, leaving yourself on a blue bikini.
his eyes trailed down your sun kissed skin, the sun was setting, giving you a golden hue that made you shine.
âcome with me.â your words took him out of his mind, his eyebrows raising as you offered him your hand. âcome on.â he seemed suspicious, but again, he had to trust you if this lie was gonna be bought. and so he took your hand and got up. he tried not to think about the fact that your body was mostly exposed, and about the feeling of your soft smaller hand on his bigger one.
you let him go once he was up on his feet, and he took off his shirt, leaving him on his swimwear.
âso i wasnât actually hallucinating it the last time⊠where were you hiding that?â you teased him, looking at his soft but toned body. he rolled his eyes.
âstop looking at me.â
âwhy? does it make you nervous?â you rose your eyebrows. âdo i make you nervous, spencer?â you leaned in and he took a step back.
âno. i just donât like it.â his nose scrunched up and you hummed.
âyeah, right.â you rolled your eyes, giving him your back to start walking towards the shore.
âno. really.â he followed you with a frown, feet fast behind you.
âitâs okay, spencer. your little crush on me itâs cute.â
his eyes widened. âwhat?! i donât have a crush on you!â
your feet met the water and you walked in. you heard his splashes behind you as the water met your knees. it was just the perfect temperature.
âyouâre dumb.â you said while facing him once again. and he gave you an incredulous look.
âiâm not dumb! why would i be dumb?â
âbecause of this.â and with a quick movement you were maneuvering him into the water, leaving him splashing your thighs and tummy. you laughed at his glare and shocked expression, his pretty hair now mildly soaked. âgod. reid. itâs the second time this happens to you. you donât learn!â
âyou think this is funny, do you?â he asks you, looking up at you.
âdefinitely.â you nodded, still chuckling, your chest heaving up and down with ragged breathing.
âyeah?â
âyea-â but before you could finish he was grabbing your hand and pulling you down into the water with him. you froze as you fell on his lap, water splashing around the two of you.
âwell, check whoâs in the water now, huh?â he was laughing at your shocked expression and damp face before he noticed the position in which the two of you were in, his laughter dying quickly enough.
his eyes met your body, wet in droplets that slid down your chest and navel towards your hips submerged in the water and on top of his. he swallowed at the feeling of your soft weight on him, the swell of your chest right in front of his face, centimeters away from his lips. the curve of your neck⊠your hair falling over it and down your collarbones⊠the warmth of your hands on his shoulders, the softness of the skin of your hip under his unconscious grip.
you looked down at him. at his messy hair that had started curling due to the salt, at his thin yet toned build, his heaving chest, his sharp jaw, his hazel puppy eyes, his long lashes⊠the way he was now looking at youâŠ
âuhmâŠâ he cleared his throat. and the spell in between the two of you broke. you shook your head.
âi should probablyâŠâ you pointed at your back, trying to gesture that you should get up, and he nodded, pulling his hands away from your body.
âyeah. yeah.â he nodded, and you used him for leverage to get back on your feet. it was awkward. the tension in between the two of you as he too got back on his feet, neither of you looking at each other. the sun was setting.
âi think iâm gonna⊠go read.â you nodded.
âyeah. okay. iâll⊠iâll meet you there.â he copied the shaking of your head, and after a couple of seconds in silence he staggered in turning around and getting out of the water. you only went in deeper, submerging your head under the waves, where there was no noise, and no thoughts clouding your head. no doubts. although you could still feel the vivid heartbeat of your heart, crashing harshly against your ribs.
spencer tried to focus on his book, but as much as heâd like to not admit it, his eyes were zeroed on you.
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âokayâŠâ you hummed. âursa minor.â you pointed at the sky.
the sun was long gone, and yet, spencer and you still were on the beach, lying on your towels, admiring the map of stars above your heads.
spencer took his turn, pointing just a little bit far away from your constellation. âursa mayor.â
ânow thatâs and easy one.â you rolled your eyes teasing him, and he couldnât help but copy you.
âokay. what about⊠camelopardalis?â he pointed it out in the sky and you hummed.
ânow youâre just showing off.â he groaned.
âoh, so now iâm showing off?â he smirked and you nodded.
âyeah, come on. you could have just pointed out draco. instead you chose camelopardalis? youâre a show off.â he chuckled.
âokay. maybe i just wanted to shut you up.â he shrugged and you laughed.
ânow, thatâs not easy.â
âtell me about it.â he mumbled. âhey look. itâs saturn.â he pointed it out, it shining more than a normal star.
âand mars.â you said, pointing it out as well.
âand dwarf planet 1 ceres.â he added and you looked at him with your eyebrows raising.
âyouâre bluffing.â
âiâm not!â
âyes you are, reid. that planet can only be seen with binoculars. you wear glasses!â
âhow do you know that?â you laughed.
âcaught you!â he rolled his eyes.
âokay. maybe i memorized tonightâs sky map, so what?â you chuckled at his response.
âyouâre a nerd.â
âyeah? well so are you. whatâs your iq, 170?â
â177.â his eyes widened. âwhat?â
âi mean. i knew you were intelligent. but we almost share the same iq. thatâs⊠thatâs impressive.â
âwas that a compliment, doctor reid?â you smirked.
he shook his head with a smile, scoffing. âno.â
âit was though.â
âit wasnât.â
âit totally was.â your bickering caused him to laugh.
âyouâre insufferable.â he groaned, and you smiled.
âi know.â you two rested in silence, looking at the sky. âthis isnât so badâŠâ he looked at you. âi mean, sure. i donât like you. and acting as your girlfriend totally sucks, believe me. but i thought it would be worse.â he hummed.
âyou have a way of complimenting someone and at the same time insulting them that is fascinating.â he said, and you chuckled. âby the way⊠what time is it?â you took your phone.
âalmost one am.â you answered his question.
âwe should probably get going.â he muttered and you rose your eyebrows.
âyou want me back into your bed so soon, reid?â he scoffed.
âyou really like to assume those kinds of things. in the end iâm gonna start thinking youâre the one who wants me in your bed.â your eyes widened.
âfuck no!â you said while getting up from the towel, and he smirked up at you.
âyou sure?â
âof course i am.â
âthen why are you avoiding my eyes?â he got up to stand beside you, a smirk on his face. you wanted to punch it out of him.
âiâm not.â you scoffed.
âbut you are.â your skin rose in goosebumps as he stepped closer, your breath hitching when he took your chin and made you look up at him into his hazel eyes. the moonlight made them shine. and for a moment you forgot that he was teasing you, playing with you.
âi donât want you in my bed.â you said, straight into his eyes, pushing away his touch. he smiled.
âokay. iâll believe you.â you looked away from him as he started gathering his things and put on back his shirt. you wondered why your cheeks were burning. why your heart was racing.
he put your beach bag over his shoulder. âletâs go.â and even though your body jolted underneath his touch as he took your hand to guide you down the shore back to the hotel âand you reminded yourself that this was all part of the lie you were playingâ, you let him.
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âhow are our lovebirds?â garcia asked through the phone and you rolled your eyes.
âwould be better if youâd catch this guy nowâŠâ you said, and heard snickers from the other part of the line.
âheâs behaving, isnât he?â morgan inquired and spencer frowned.
âwhat?! what do you mean behave?â you shushed him.
âheâs not being so bad⊠usual reid.â morgan laughed. âany news on the unsub?â
âactually, yeah.â jj said. âwe caught him lurking on the beach you guys visited, but he was far from our reach. seemed pretty angry.â
âso heâs getting closerâŠâ you nodded.
âhe seemed to buy into the lie of the relationship.â spencer hummed and you nodded.
âyou guys need to keep it up. if our profile is right he will not stand still and watch, heâll confront the two of you soon.â hotch said.
âalright. we will.â you promised.
âweâll keep in touch.â emily said before the line went dead and the two of you looked at each other.
âwhat should we do now?â he inquired.
âgo to the pool.â you smiled and he groaned. âcome on. he needs to see us.â you said while getting a bikini and entering the bathroom to get changed. once done you got out and found him with a pair of red trunks. ânow thatâs the spirit.â you smiled and he rolled his eyes. âcome on, reid. the sun is up and shining for us. time to sunbathe!â he took some of his books and his sunglasses, following after you out of your room and though the hallways of the hotel until you two were met by happy squealing and laughter from the children enjoying their time in the pool, splashing each other.
you two took a sun lounge each, his umbrella staying open while yours stood shut as you applied tanning oil to your skin after getting rid of your shorts. spencer kept his summer sheer shirt, laying sat up straight in the sun lounge as he quickly went through the pages, reading 20.000 words per minute. you laid on your own, bathing in the warmth of the sun as it prickled your skin.
you were enjoying the tranquility until some shadows took over your sun. you peeked your eyes open to see three girls standing over the two of you, sweet smiles on their faces as they stared at your right. more like⊠at spencer.
âhey.â one of them caught his attention, and his hazel eyes pulled away from his book towards the blonde.
âwhat are you reading?â a brunette asked him next, and he stuttered just the slightest before answering.
âuhmm⊠anna karenina. itâs from leo tolstoy from 1878. it deals with themes of betrayal, faith, family, marriage, imperial russia, society, desire, and the differences between rural and urban life. itâs actually my second time reading it. this time in the original russian.â he spat out, babbling as the three girls listening. more like ate him up with their eyes.
âyouâre cute.â the third and last girl, another blonde smiled, and spencerâs eyes widened.
âcould i get your number?â the brunette inquired him and you sat up straight, slightly clearing your throat, what made them look at you. âand you areâŠ?â
you smiled. âhis girlfriend.â spencer looked at you scandalized, what almost made you laugh. âi mean i get you guysâŠâ you said with a smirk, leaning over him, your chest pressing against his as your arms circled his neck. his breath hitched as you hummed, looking at him before looking back at the three girls that now stunned looked at you. âheâs just too cute, isnât he?â you took his face with one of your hands, making his lips pout out. he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and widened eyes. you smiled at him, his cheeks flushing at your words and the way your body just pushed closer against his. âbut heâs mine.â you crooked your head towards the girls. âso if you donât mindâŠâ
âactually i do mind.â the brunette said. and your eyebrows rose. âi donât see your name branded on him.â you slowly pulled away from spencer, getting on your feet.
you smiled softly at her. spencer didnât like it one bit. you never smiled. not like that. âwhatâs your name?â
âashley.â she answered, and you saw spencer getting up get beside your from the side of your eyes as you gave her a once over, your eyes landing on her pool heels. he was cautious, he knew something was wrong. sweet intelligent spencerâŠ
âi like your shoes.â you started, simple, and she looked confused at you. âyou gonna⊠be able to run in those?â you inquired.
âwhat?â and before she knew what was happening you were launching yourself towards her. good timing spencer was fast enough to catch you in between his arms as her friends pulled her away, running from you with âletâs go!âs.
âyeah, thatâs more like it. see you, ashley!!!â you said while fighting spencerâs tight hold on you. âbitchâŠâ you murmured when they got lost into the hotel. he let you go when you had seemingly calmed down and stared at you.
âwhat was that?â
âwhat? she was being a bitch.â you shrugged and got back to your sun lounge.
âno. i mean. what was that?â
âreid. iâm supposed to be your girlfriend⊠donât you think thatâs how a girlfriend would act?â you inquired him, and he looked around, scratching his nape.
âi mean, yeah butâŠâ you cut him off.
âthen itâs settled.â you said before closing your eyes and getting back with your sun.
he stared at you, still in shock and with flushed cheeks. his mind got filled with images and moments from the last days; you in the pool the night youâd thrown him in, how you had teased him, how your lips had almost touched his, last night at the beach when you had fallen on top of him⊠and now⊠seeing you that way, had done⊠things to him. things he didnât want to accept. his whole body was tense, his heart was stuttering, his eyes whole face was red, and his stomach was feeling bubbly and⊠well. okay. no. enough.
he cleared his throat and sat down beside you, retrieving his book, trying to dismiss the knot in his throat. he looked at you. at your slowly tanning skin, the shine it had due to the oil you had bathed yourself in, your beautiful curves accentuated by the white bikini youâd gone for today, your soft features, your long lashes, your plump lips, your soft jaw, the soft skin of your neck, yourâŠ
when his eyes dropped too low he looked away, clearing his throat.
he tried to go back to the russian, but he was flustered. after minutes of trying to get back in focus, he gave up, getting up and pulling his shirt off, what caught your attention.
âwhere are you going?â you inquired.
âi was gonna go for a swim.â he pointed to the pool, and you sprung up.
âiâll join you.â you smiled, and his heart stuttered at the recurring memories of that night in the pool. let it go, spencer.
following him into the water, you sigh at the fresh feeling of it engulfing you and making your overheated skin find solace.
spencer dampens his hair, pushing it backwards in a slick manner that exposes his strong cheek bones. but itâs when you finally stop staring at him that you notice it.
his breath hitched when your arms surrounded his neck, pulling him closer, your chest pressed against his as you spun in the water.
âwhat are you doing?â he inquired you, his hands subconsciously grabbing your hips. to push you away? to pull you closer? who knewâŠ
âyour twelve oâ clock. i think itâs our guy.â you muttered in his ear swiftly, smiling at him as if you were absolutely smitten, playing with his hair. spencer looked just for a moment. it was a white male, in his late thirties, wearing glasses and a cap, staring straight at the two of you with clenched fists.
âhe surely doesnât look happy.â he muttered to you, pulling you closer. âlooks like it might be him.â you hummed. âwhat should we do?â
âwell you should definitely act like you love me.â you smiled, cupping his cheek. âlike thisâŠâ you looked straight into his eyes, and his breath hitched. if he didnât knew better youâd have fooled him, âcause you were looking at him as if you craved nothing else, no one else but him.
you almost chocked when one of his hands found your hair, his breath pressing against your neck just before his lips did. âdoes this work?â he inquired you, pressing another chaste kiss on the sensitive skin.
you had to come and get back your trail of thought, âcause he had stolen it away just that easy. it was unnerving.
âyou tell me. youâre the one facing him.â you whispered, and he hummed against your skin. you had to pretend as if it y didnât send shivers down your spine.
âheâs just staring.â he stated.
âhe wouldnât dare do something with this much people around.â you figured.
âor maybe he just doesnât want to taint his image before you. he wants to meet you in the perfect way, perfect place, perfect time.â
âwhat a romanticâŠâ you rolled your eyes.
âheâs moving.â spencer announced.
âleaving?â you inquired and he nodded, his soft stubble scratching your neck and making you shudder in his arms.
âseems like it.â once out of sight he let you go, and you looked away from his eyes, the imprint of his hold on your hips still lingering on your skin, his kisses still burning your neck.
âhe wonât be able to hold on for much longer...â
you nodded, fidgeting. âiâll⊠iâll go tell the team.â
âyeah. okay.â spencer copies your shake of head, and you got out of the pool, his eyes training on your back and down your body before he caught himself staring, quickly looking away and pushing his hair back anxiously. he could still feel the softness of your skin, smell the coconut tanning oil youâd lathered yourself in, remember how right youâd feel in between his arms, taking whatever he gave youâŠ
he sighed. get it together reid.
but he had to spend a while in the water to properly calm down before making his way back to you. this was gonna end badly.
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dinner with spencer was easy. it was a warm night. and he looked good. with a blue button up shirt and white pants along with his brown shoes. it was easy to talk to him, even easier to let him pay and let him walk you by his hand through the hotel and into the gardens of it. it was so easy to live this lovers lie that it terrified you. the moon and stars were shining bright above your heads, and the silence that filled the distance in between the two of you was as comfortable as it could get.
that was until he was breaking it to stutter about theories of the universe. theories you already knew. but for once you decided to keep quiet and listen to his rambling, enjoying the way his eyes sparkled with knowledge, the way his lips curled into a smile with every little fact that spilled from themâŠyour heart was hammering inside your chest. it has been since the time in the pool. you were scared he could feel your heartbeat by how tight he was holding your hand. youâd come to understand that he wasnât that bad. sure, he sometimes could get under your skin and make you lose your temper, but spencer reid could be as soft as a feather when he wanted to, and that made it all even worse. you were used to his narcissism, to his hatred, not to his âloveâ. was this how he really was or just another lie? just another façade? you were haunted by the feelings that this side of him flourished in your body.
âthereâs someone following you.â since the spotting in the pool, the team had made sure to give you an earpiece each to communicate with you in case of emergency. jjâs voice made spencerâs waver, but to play along he just pulled you closer and continued with his theories. âseems like the man you told us about, y/n.â
you two slowly stopped walking, looking at each other as he kept talking, waiting for orders.
âhe stopped. heâs just⊠watching.â emily announced and you inquired spencer and the team.
âwhat should we do? heâs not gonna come to us that easilyâŠâ
âreid, kiss her.â hotch ordered and his eyes widened, breath hitching and his hold on your hand hardening.
âwhat? no! iâm not going to kiss her!â he whispered-yelled, completely astonished.
âthe physical contact will drive him to approach you both. weâll be right there.â morgan chirped in, trying to convince his friend, soothe his anxiety. but spencer wasnât scared of the unsub. he was scared of you. terrified. terrified by how good it felt to have you this close, to hold your hand, to see your smile, to share time with you⊠he wondered if this last thing would make him crack. would make him understand that it wasnât hatred all along. he wasnât sure he was ready to know the truth.
âthere must be another way, i-â he tried, but you groaned at his hesitation, taking the matter into your own hands.
âfor the love of god, reid.â you grabbed at his curly hair, and in a tug, you pulled him down against your mouth. he froze at first, surprised, in shock at the soft feeling of your lips against his, at the feeling of your chest tightly pressed against him. but then it all completely changes, he canât get enough. he cupped yor face in between his warm hands and pulled you closer, until there was no space between you two, something he must hate, but only finds himself enjoying. you gasp into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue inside, pushing you against the wall of the hotel, devouring you as if he had been waiting years for this moment. you were air. and he was drowning.
âslow downâŠâ you breathily moan against his lips, and he groans.
âi canât.â he confessed.
the kiss that follows is just as desperate and harsh, your tongues dancing around the other as he kisses you like youâre everything heâs ever craved. you feel him press against you, and the feeling of a bulge on his crotch surprises you.
âyou seem to be enjoying this a little bit too much, reid.â you said with a smirk as you felt his growing erection pushing against your thigh to find solace, some friction, anything to make him feel better. heâs losing control, he knows. but he looks into your dazed eyes and he knows you are falling just as hard. he hopes the fall doesnât hurt as bad as his heart right now.
âi hate you.â he muttered against your lips.
âsay it like you mean it.â and before he could kiss you again, the sound of a gun being loaded sounded.
âget away from her.â a male voice filled your ears and spencer stepped away from you, leaving you cold, confused and in need of more you thought youâd never crave. âget away!â he repeated pointing at him with the gun.
âokay, okay⊠calm downâŠâ he softly said, taking a couple of steps away from you.
âhow do you dare touch her?!â he screamed. he seemed scattered. ânobody should touch her. sheâs mine!â
âno, sheâs not.â spencer said just as morgan knocked the unsub to the ground, a shot being fired, the bulled burying itself inches away from you on the wall. he was quick to reach out for you as you looked down at yourself. âare you okay?â he inquired, taking your face, inspecting it.
âdonât touch her!â the man screamed again as you nodded.
âeasy!â morgan yelled as he cuffed him up.
âyeah⊠iâm alright.â you muttered and spencer nodded, looking right into your eyes. you could still see his flushed cheeks, and his swollen wet lips, could see traces of you left behind. you wanted to taste him again. and again. and again. until the only thing you could remember was him and his lips, and the feeling of his body pressing against you.
that night. something changes. and it scares not only your bones, but your soul as well.
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đđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: Finding out your boyfriend's a vampire was far from the chill evening you planned with him. But you can't lie, imagining those fangs sinking down on and sucking on your skin....it's kinda hot.
đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: vampire bf! Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern! au - oral (m! receiving) - handjob - fingering (f! receiving) - nipple play (licking, sucking, tweezing, fangs grazing) - piercings (nape and frenum) - biting (wrist, shoulder, breast, implied more afterwards) - Choso got a long schlong, rip - missionary position - overstimulation - clitoral play (swiping) - cervix fucking - the first time you and Choso have sex + you two being nervy/cute - pet names (angel, baby, princess) - Choso takes blood supplements + drinks pigs blood - Yuuji is his half-brother - mention of blood (duh) and saliva/spit - proofread but will check for more l8r.
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âSooo, you two gonna like fuck tonight?â
âWhatever happened to âHowâs your day,â âYou doing okay,â or âYou still havenât offed yourself after midterms,â Nobara?â
âYeah, my day is going fine, but answer the question.âÂ
âI swear to ChristâŠâ you sigh heavily as you walk down the sidewalk.Â
The month of October brings more dread to your being than anything else. As much as you want to be festive, order a pumpkin latte, and chill watching the leaves fall gracefully with the autumn times, college life does whatever it takes to prevent that. And what better way to do that than have you suffer with midterm exams.Â
You and your roommate, Nobara, have experienced the worst, especially this week. Having to study and pull all-nighters so much that you two can count with four fingers at max how many hours of sleep you get daily. Whatever gets the work done. However, it shouldnât cost you your necessary slumber. Even your other best friends, Yuuji and Megumi, are victims of the tests. Hell, Yuuji found out he had an exam the day BEFORE and had to come in clutch by spending the entire day finishing the two-page study guide! Â
All four of you are depleted of fun; itâs non-existent as you try to navigate out of this academic hellâŠDespite that, though, thereâs one thing youâre always looking forward to during the week: the weekend! Oh, yes, today is finally Friday. Youâve been anticipating this day throughout the week, finally done with your exams and ready to relax with your friends after so much schoolwork. But thatâs not the only thing youâre looking forward toâŠ
Because this weekend, youâll finally be with your boyfriend, whom you havenât seen since the start of midterms. Choso Kamo, Yuujiâs older half-brother and the man of your life, is the only person youâd love to see sweep you off your feet and take you in his loving arms, away from all the stress and discomfort from your college life. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and heâs, without a doubt, the sweetest guy you ever got lucky with.Â
Since the start of this semester, itâs been hard for you two to meet at one place, let alone get on the phone. With you on campus and he outside with his job as a piercer, there have been times when you thought youâd never see him until winter break. Yet, it is now fall break, and Yuuji invited you and the gang to have a relaxing weekend at Chosoâs place (with his permission). You accepted the invitation with a gleeful heart, practically bouncing and giggling at the thought of being in the same place as your partner again. And thatâs where youâre heading now, walking down the sidewalk to his townhouse with a duffle bag full of your stuff, and you on the phone with Nobara to keep you company.Â
âAll Iâm saying is,â the brunette starts on the other side of the line. âIf thereâs ever a good time for you two to get it on, it would be this weekend.â
âIâm sorry, since when has my sex life been on your mind instead of studying for the exam you have in ten minutes?â You hear your roommate suck her teeth, and you grin with satisfaction. âBesides, he and I are waiting for the perfect time to do it, no rush. And seeing as you, Megumi, and Yuuji will be in the same place as us, I highly doubt weâd ever think of having sex.â
âHmm, fair point âKNOCK KNOCKâ WHO IS IT!!?â You almost remove the device from your ear from Nobaraâs abrupt yelling. âSorry, Y/n. Megumi is here and says we gotta head to the classroom right now.âÂ
âThatâs fine. Iâm already at Chosoâs place, anyway. See you guys later, and good luck with the exam.â
ââKay, see ya later.â She bids you farewell. âAlso, if you two ever do it this weekend and you donât tell me, as your best-est friend, I have legal rights to make sure all your cute underwear gets thrown out next time I take out the trash.â
âGood-fucking-bye, Nobara.â You scoff, your thumb already pressing the end call button and stuffing the phone in the pocket of your leggings.Â
In just the nick of time, you make it to Chosoâs townhome and climb up the stairs to knock on the door. Within seconds, Yuuji opens the door and greets you with a hug.Â
âY/n!â Heâs always so eager and chipper when he sees you. âI was just about to text you; gotta run to the grocery store, then head to the pizza shop to place the order.â
You enter the foyer to remove your shoes while the salmon-haired other rushes to put his on. âOh, how come?â
âThe phones and websites seem to be down, so I gotta head there in person to place the order. But donât worry, Iâll be right back before Megumi and Nobara.â He stands to open the door again before grabbing his car keys from the rack. âChosoâs up in his room right now, so you can say hi and chill with him while Iâm gone.â
âAll right,â You watch Yuuji run down to the sidewalk before he stops to shout something in your direction.
âDonât do anything too crazy, ya lovebirds!â He sends you a cheeky grin, and you give him a playful glare with puffed cheeks.
âI wonât; go get the pizza!â He laughs at your response as he jogs down the street to his car, and you close the door when you see him drive off.Â
Alone with ChosoâŠThe thought of being alone with your boyfriend for a few hours has the butterflies in your stomach become active, fighting the urge to smile with warm cheeks. Itâs been a hellish month thus far. Finally, after all this time, being in your boyfriendâs arms is enough to wash off all the stress youâve pent up for the past couple of weeks.
With glee in your steps, you tip-toe up the stairs with wholesome thoughts of you and your boyfriend. I wonder if heâs been eating right these days. Same with getting sleep, he has a bad habit of sleeping at ungodly hoursâŠOh my God, wait, are we going to sleep together? If so, it'll be the first time we share a bed together. Does that meanâ
You mentally slap yourself out of your delusion when you stop at his bedroom door. Oh, snap out of it, Y/n! Thatâs just Nobara getting into your head. Plus, itâs not like you two will be by yourselves for the entire night â the other three will be here. Hell, his own younger brother will be across the exact hallway! Donât think such horny shit, for Godâs sakeâŠ
You shake your head to abolish the impure thoughts, raising your fist to knock on your boyfriendâs door. âChocho?" You greet with a nickname. "Itâs me, Y/n. I just got here andââÂ
CRASH!!
The sound makes you jump, halting you from finishing that sentence. Rushed footsteps and another noise that something was bumped into follow along. âCh-Choso? Everything all right?â
âY-Yeah, Iâm good,â you can tell even from outside the room his voice had an unsure tone; he was, in fact, not good. âJust wait, I gottaâOw!!â
You know you shouldnât have done what youâre about to do as it goes against basic etiquette; however, when you hear sudden cries of pain from your boyfriend, how in the world would you stay still!? With a chewed lip, you grab the door handle and bust it open to enter his room.
You know you shouldnât have done that. Because what you see before you is way beyond your comprehension.Â
The carpeted floor had items all over the place. There are packets filled with what appear to be red liquids and tiny red pills contrasted with the white carpet. They mustâve been knocked over and made that noise. Suddenly, you notice a stain on the white mat in a bright red color. That was the thing that alerted your nerves, immediately searching for the figure standing behind the bed. It was your boyfriend, Choso Kamo.
But was it him? Because what on earth were you looking at!?? He still had the same face, light brown hair that was usually tied up now fell to his neck, his black âtattooâ on his face now red and leaking down to his chin. And his mouth was agape, your eyes noting that his canines were extended out more than usual with red fluid at the ends. Not to mention that the man was now shirtless! His bare chest and abdomen out for you, covered with smearedâŠ.IsâŠIs that blood?
Choso slowly moves his hands up in defense. âY/nâŠJust stay calm for me, okay?â
The entire scene was too much for your brain to grasp, your breathing increasing to an unstable pattern, and your eyes looking at every jarring detail doesnât help ease the thoughts going way too fast for you. The worried expression of your boyfriend has your body at a standstill, and your limbs quiver as if youâre about to give way. So, what are you left to do?
You faint.
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He stares at you, and you stare at him.
He averts his gaze shyly away from you, and you keep yours fixated on his.
Brown orbs teeter meekly to your figure sitting on his bed before reverting back to the other side, and yours refuse to leave his face, practically sinking holes into his forehead.Â
This has been going on for five minutes ever since your consciousness returned, and Choso cleaned up the mess in his room and himself â now, he wears a black tank top after cleaning the red stains off his body. After giving you an explanation as to what happened, you havenât said a single word to him. You only stare at him while pondering questions of your own. And you can tell the lack of communication makes the poor man uncomfortable in the confines of his bedroom. So, for his sake (and your headache-inducing curiosity), you eventually uttered something.
âSo,â you say the first word with a long pause, treading carefully on which questions to ask. âThose pillsâŠare filled with blood?â
âYesâŠâ He admits with his gaze still not away from you.Â
âAnd you take them every day?â
âTwice a dayâŠâ
OkayâŠNext question, âAnd those small packets,â you point to the dresser where a pile of said red packets stack upon one another. âAlso blood?â He nods slowly. âHuman blood?â
He finally brings his eyesight to you but with a hurried shake to the head. âNo, no! Itâs pigâs blood.â
Is that worse or better?? Never mindâ You then point to your set of canines. âAnd your teeth, Iâve never seen them that long...â
âThey only get like that when I donât drink blood for a while. So, when you knocked on my door, I was just about to open a packet. But then I heard your name and kinda panickedâŠâ
âOh my GodâŠâ Everything comes together and hits you all at once. From his pale skin contrasting yours, the unusual tattoo across his face now revealed as a blood mark, or all those times you caught him drinking his super red "beet juice." It all comes down to the only acceptable truth that feels foreign to leave your lips. ââŠ..My boyfriend is a vampire.âÂ
Choso cringes internally at the words you uttered. The truth has finally come, and he didnât even mean for it to happen, at least not like this. Who in their right mind would want to reveal to their partner that theyâre a blood-sucking monster? Itâs the most dreadful talk of his life that Choso has done all his years avoiding. And now you, his sweet, perfect thing, have discovered his abnormal existence.
âThatâsâŠâ He cringes harder when you say more words. âSo...â Anxiety pools his stomach, mind filled with uneasy guesses on what youâd think of him now. He could only assume the worst; itâs only natural. â...Cool!!â
Wait, what? Thatâs not what he expected. Way off, actually.
He feels the dent of the bed when you move closer to him, your face merely inches away from his as you examine every single feature of him. It takes the vampiric man aback, holding his breath while watching your face stare at him intensely with your beautiful eyes, beaming with excitement and wonder. And his vision slowly drifts to your lips, watching them move as you ask questions. And he keeps staring until, ââsoâŠChoso!!â He snaps his orbs back to yours, his cheeks blossoming pink. âIâm asking you a question. So, since youâre a vampire, how come youâre not melting or sparkling when the sun touches you? Is that why you wear black all the time?â
âYou mean that stuff from the books and movies?â He questions your logic, but itâs not your fault; heâs sure many others wouldâve asked the same. âI donât know about melting, but my skin gets dry if I stay out too long.â
You hum along to his answer, nodding as if you were in a lecture. âHow come Yuuji isnât a vampire, or at least half? Wait, does he know!?â
âNo! No, he doesnât. I became a vampire because my father was a vampire and turned me and my mother into one. I think I was around the age of twenty. After she died and my dad found Itadoriâs mom, he didnât change her into one. So, with that luck, I guess he isnât fully a vampire. But I wouldnât blow past it if he has some characteristicsâŠâ
âI see.â Again, you nod along. That might explain some things, like why heâs so fricken fast when he plays sports and that crazy-like strength he has⊠âSo, how long have you been like this?â
âAlmost a hundred and thirty.âÂ
Woah. âAnd when haveâIâm sorry, how long have you tasted human blood?â
Choso ponders on that question for a few seconds before answering. âI started when I became one. I try not to have it as I did back then; the last time I had it was around two years ago. But even then, I switched more into donated or pigâs blood for the past four decades.âÂ
âDo you ever have cravings for human blood?â Was that too much to ask? It possibly was because Choso makes a face that conveys slight objection. Yet your mind genuinely wanted to know.
âI do, but I try not to act on them. Especially now that I have a human brother, and youâŠI guess it doesnât feel right that I do so, ya know.â
His response replays in your mind, not because you were confused but because you understood where he was coming from. Youâre sure it wasnât easy for him to go around and sink his fangs into human flesh back then; modern times should make the task a lot easier with so many people on this earth. Although, you can imagine how hard it must have been for Choso to ignore an urge like that, specifically when it caters to his whole being. Alternatives such as pills and blood packets can only do so much.
â..âŠHave you ever thought of biting me?âÂ
The question came out on its own as your curiosity got the best of you. Yet you donât regret asking because itâs not impossible to think of ever happening.
Chosoâs brown eyes look into yours sincerely, releasing a heavy sigh as if the truth was weighing him down. ââŠYes.âÂ
Your expression doesnât change, remaining neutral. Thereâs no point in asking why because you can practically answer that yourself: he doesnât want to hurt you. Heâs very considerate, so no wonder heâd put your health and well-being above all else. So, why not do the same for him? ââŠWould you like to taste mine?â
His eyes widen at your proposal, surveying your face to see any twinges or crack soft a smile that entails a joke. There were none, your expression exhibiting nothing but honesty. âA-Are you sure??â
You nod with a smile. âYup. I mean, itâs not every day someone gets to have a vampire taste their blood â let alone see a vampire, period. Besides,â you stretch out your arm, your wrist stationed in front of Choso. âIf it were any other random vampire, Iâd probably throw garlic their way.âÂ
The man scoffs at your comment. âSomething also you see in books and movies, Y/n.â
âWhatever,â the two of you laugh at your silliness. âBut Iâm serious, Chocho. Iâm fine as long youâre the one doing it. So, go on.âÂ
A moment of hesitation keeps him in his thoughts, the mental cogs of his brain deciphering what course of action he should take. But he does take your wrist with a large hand, bringing it towards his mouth. And before you know it, the vampiric man unsheathes his fangs out for display and sinks them into your flesh, tearing the skin as they pierce through.Â
The sharp pain was expected, but you still forced your eyes shut and took in a big inhale. Choso watches your reaction as his fangs take in a sample of your blood for him to taste. The familiar texture of the body fluid courses through him, and drips of it slide down to his tongue. You exhale through your mouth, pursed lips blowing out cool air. It felt as though two needles were simultaneously stabbing your wrist, your hand forming into a fist to situate yourself through the hurtful sensation.Â
And Choso just keeps watching you as he drinks your red fluid, taking in your graceful reaction. He knows it hurts, but you donât say anything, pushing through it for the sake of him. He examines your steady breathing, eyes sewn shut, and plump limps agape for inhalation. You looked so good like this â tasted good as well, very sweet with a floral scent; it must have been your signature perfume. It intoxicates him, thinking of your body and fragrance on him and your sweet taste on his tastebuds. It ignites something inside him. Something that he hadnât experienced in a long timeâŠ
âChoso?â You call out to him as his blinks signal that he heard you. âYou done there? Donât want you sucking my arm dry.â You jest to him.
He takes the hint and removes his teeth from your wrist, licking the two pierced holes of excess blood that seeps out. âMy bad.â
You tease him some more. âDo I taste that good to you?â You didnât expect him to give you a curt nod, a silent compliment from your boyfriend. âOâOhâŠThatâs good to knowâŠâ You say timidly, gaze averting downwards. Then, you notice something in the crotch of his pants. You gasp: a pinched tent. Choso follows your sight, finding out about his predicament to his horror. He opens his mouth to explain himself, but you beat him. âCan I take care of it?âÂ
Again, Choso tries to say something, but no words dare to come out as you crawl up towards him. His brain short circuits at your movement, his back hitting the headboard of his bed. His blush creeps around to his ears, contrasting his pale skin and chocolate-colored hair. You smile at him; heâs so adorable and shy about this. âMind I take the lead for a minute?â You ask for permission, even though the answer is quite clear when he peers at your lips. He nods, your face drawing inward and your soft lips landing on his.
One kiss. Two kisses and a moan. Three kisses pass, and itâs at this point that you two canât get off each other. As his hand snakes to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, he takes your mewls with his lips, the insertion of his tongue making your toes curl.Â
Taking the lead as promised, you bring a hand down to the zipper of his ripped jeans, bringing the zipper and the clothing down to throw on the floor. Your fingers curl around the band of his black boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his loâ WHAT THE FUCK!!??
His erection springs out from his underwear, and what youâre met with is a fucking behemoth. For one, the thing was way longer than you anticipated â most definitely the longest youâve had within reach. And because of its length, it looked so pretty to look at. The way his precum trickles down his glans to the underside is so magnificent to your eyes that youâre practically stuck looking at it. AndâŠIs that a piercing right at his frenulum? Oh, wow. Vampire dick, huh.
âHeh, you like what you see, princess?â Suddenly, you feel so small from being called out with that little tease from your boyfriend. You give him a condescending expression, making him chuckle to himself. And who told him to call you that cute nickname!?⊠Keep going.
Back to the matter, you ogle at his dick again and mentally prep yourself by slowly moving your hand toward it. Your fingers curl around the base and unhurriedly stroke him to figure out a good pace to start. A moan from Choso entails that you know what youâre doing, so you dial up the speed and go further up, stopping your strokes from his piercing down to the base.
He becomes more vocal as your friction becomes more confident, spitting on your hand and tightening your grip to make it easier for his rough skin to slide across your palm. Sticking with a firm and consistent rhythm, you watch your hand go to work on his shaft, watching more of his precum leak and slide down to your fingers. It was so lewd yet so arousing; you feel the throbbing heat between your legs begins to form, swaying your ass to ease the pleasurable sensation while instructing a pornographic act.
âAhhh, ahhnn, oh shitâŠâ He stammers to give you a proper response, your hand feeling too good. âOh fuck, your hand feels so good, angel, so gooâNhhhh!!â
âReally?â You canât deny the pride you feel for yourself, so you move down to situate between his legs. âThatâs all that matters, then.â You bring your free hand to massage his testicles and cover more surface, and more of Chosoâs whines and croaks fill the space, his hips bucking to ensure more friction and pleasure on his end.
With the rate this is going, more of his essence leaks out from his urethra, and the raunchy image playing right in front of you has your lips quiver. An intrusive thought roams around your brain while looking at his pink glans. You chew on your lips as you decide on what to do. And when you finally do, itâs now or never.
With a gulp, you bring the tip of his cock to your lips, and the man sharply gasps at the wet sensation of your tongue on his glans. The precum leaves a salty aftertaste on your tastebuds, proving that this is happening: youâre giving your vampiric boyfriend a blowjob right now. Deciding to take things to the next level, you intake more of his inches as much as you can. Not the whole thing because you know youâd probably choke, so you take your time inhaling his length at a comfortable pace and manner. And once you bob your head, the hisses and groans from Choso should give you an idea that heâs feeling elated.
âHaahhâŠMmmphâŠY/n, your mouth feels so goodâOh shitâŠâ He brings a hand down to the top of your head, a sign you can guess that he wants you to keep going. And so you do, speeding up your motions. Your mouth sucks and teases the underside of his dick, your tongue curves and licks around the piercing of his frenulum, and he jerks when you slowly teasingly lick from the base to the tip. You bring your hand to the rest of the inches you couldnât cover, your pretty fingers sliding up and down his dick while your free hand comes to his balls for you to massage. The sudden contact of your hands wasnât expected, his body jolting to the sensations of your tongue and fingers around him, kneading his scrotum as you playfully lick on his cockhead. ââKhhh, ohhhh, fuckâŠY/n, baby, IâmâAhahhh!!â
From the sound of it, he was bound to release his load. So you prepare and bring the tip back into your warm mouth, urging the man to climax. With a few more pumps from your hands coinciding with the laps and sucks of your plump lips, he ruts his groin to your face as his essence spreads inside your oral cavity. And you take it like a champ, sucking every pump to your throat, not letting the tip go until he finished. So, once his body calms down, you release him, wiping off the trail of saliva from your mouth.
Yet it doesnât stop there; of course, it doesnât. Because Chosoâs cock is very much still sprung and active from your blowjob, meaning itâs inevitable that youâre going to move on to the next phase. And judging by the sheer length of this thing, you have no idea how that shit is gonna fit inside of you. Damn, vampire dick sure is somethingâŠ
âY/n?â You snap back from your thoughts when Choso calls out to you, noticing you gawking at his size. âYou donât have to do the rest if you donât want, baby. I can take care of it.âHeâs so sweet looking out for you as heâs aware that youâre a little worried.Â
But you surprise him when you exit off the bed for a quick second, removing your leggings and underwear for the carpet to keep for you. The same thing goes for your matching bra. And as you crawl back to bed, his wide eyes never leave your lower figure, watching you lie on your back with your head on a pillow and your legs spread wide. âAs long as you take the lead, Iâll be fine, Chocho.â
Itâs his turn to gulp and ease his dry throat before getting on his knees and positioning himself between your legs, dark brown orbs intaking every detail of your cunt thatâs exposed for him. You chew on your lip, âItâs embarrassing if you stare so hard at it, ya knowâŠâ
âS-Sorry,â He apologizes while getting back to the task. He grabs ahold of his length and aligns the tip to your wet entrance, and your breath hitches at the contact. âIâll go real slow, okay?âYou give a couple of honest nods for confirmation, and he watches your breathing. When he notes your inhales and exhales, he pushes into your folds. With every inhale you take, he nudges further into you. The pain gets bitter and bitter by the second, and your hands grip the sheets beneath you. âRelax for me, angel, relax.â He comes down to whisper those words to ear; swear to God, you couldâve moaned right there and then. However, you switch your focus to following his advice, reminding your body to stop resisting the unfamiliar limb making entry. The pain is still present, but you count your breaths to distract your mind until the tip finally makes it in, a sharp gasp sneaking past you and a hiss from Choso when you involuntarily grasp around him while he pushes more of him inside. Â
However, he doesnât move right away, giving you as much time as you need to catch a steady pattern to breathe along with. Your head already feels too hot, and your chest feels too tight to breathe. You peer down to find that he is only halfway in, and thereâs no amount of words to describe the disbelief youâre experiencing at this moment. âI feelâŠso full alreadyâŠâ You nearly choke on your words. You can practically feel his piercing scrape your insides.
âI know, princess,â he comforted you with a kiss on the forehead while lifting your shirt, your chest meeting his cold, slender fingers that massaged your mounds. All the while, he pushes his cock further into your chasm, and your breathing goes shaky as you try and take every inch of him. Then all of a sudden, your body jolts upward when you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix; you can only guess now that everythingâs entirely inside you. Oh yeah, vampire dick is most definitely something else. Tears start to water your eyes, and your hands come around Chosâs neck, the coldness of his nape piercing greeting your skin. ââMmmm, fuckinâ ChristâŠIâm gonna go start moving now, Y/n.â
You appreciate the warning because, with the way his hips start to create a motion to and fro from your entrance, itâs surreal that his shaft is churning your inner wall with minimal effort. Shivers crawl up your spine every time the base meets your southern lips, grazes to your most tender spots result in you chewing on your bottom lip, and God, the occasional jab to your cervix is something youâll have to get used to. He sucks on one nipple while the other hand tends to the other, the laps of his tongue on the bud of your breast feel so good, and you gasp when his fangs lightly graze it. So exhilaratingly dangerous.Â
âChosoâOhhhhâŠâ you coo, your head thrown back when he tweezes your nipple simultaneously with the jab to your cervix. The pace of his thrusts increases a tad, and your voice becomes more vocal than before, filling his bedroom with your breathy whimpers. âSo big, youâre so big for meâOhooo!â
ââMmfhh!! Fuck, you feel so good for me, princessâŠShiiiitââ The way your cunt wraps around him so tightly causes him to rut into you harder and faster, evoking spine-chilling whines from your puffy, bitten lips. Your disheveled figure squirms on the sheets, holding onto Choso for dear life as he churns your tummy insides. Your fragrance attacks his nose when he kisses your neck, nibbling the skin to listen to your cute gasps more. Then, the urge rises. He opens his mouth for his fangs to scrape your neck.
âAhahhnn!! ChâChosooo!!âÂ
Your voice halts his unconscious, realizing what he was about to do and quickly withdrawing his teeth from your neck. No, not now⊠He thinks to himself, moving his fangs to your shoulder instead. The bite elicits a sharp shriek from your unbeknownst self. Your nails dig into his shoulders, the pain motivating him to explore more of your body with your mouth.Â
You can feel his kisses trail down your collarbone and breast, sucking on your nipples once more before leaving a tiny bite. You clamp around his girth as a response, which jabs into your cervix repeatedly with precision. More kisses and licks later, and he leaves a bite mark by your collarbone, sucking on the spot to taste more of your sweet blood. Your mind goes dizzy with the constant of his lips and teeth, and the commotion down south has you wrap your legs around him, caging him in as your climax is soon to come.
ââNnaahh! Ahaahhnn!! Oh, God, OhmyfuckinâGoâHhmmff!!â Choso leads a hand down to your clitoris, and you see stars in no time. âChosooo!! Yer handsss, youâre gonna make me cummm!! Ooooh, shhahhh!!â
Choso listens to your pleas with attentive ears, his fingers swiping rampantly on your clit. Your choked sobs are so beautiful to hear. The way your walls grasp around his length entails youâre about to come on him any second now. âGo on, my angel. Ring me outâHnnghh!! So fuckinâ tightâŠâ
Erratic ruts to your sloppy cunt cause wet noises to fill your eardrums, and the heat in your face is unbearable while your head pounds harshly. With the swipes on your clit and him grinding his cock to your tender spot, itâs apparent that you two come concurrently. He fills your cunt with his anticipated load while your velvety walls contract around him euphorically, and exchanged pants fill the space between your sweaty bodies.Â
The two of you experience shocks of your own as your heaving bodies rest on each other, Choso nuzzling his face to your neck as his hand softly massages your breast. Your body calms down, gradually exiting your blissful haze. But it tenses again when you feel another sharp pain in your shoulder, and you snicker while pulling his ear to tease.Â
âLet you have a taste, now youâre already hooked, huhâŠâ
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Choso uses a washcloth to dab on the bite marks around your body, gently pressing down on it and wiping off any blood that leaves your newly added markings. The warm cloth feels good on your cold skin â as if the stinging sensation subsides in seconds.Â
âYou know,â You hum along as he takes care of your body. âI didnât think youâd be that much of a biter.â
âSorry,â he moves to your front, dabbing the teeth marks on your breasts and shoulders. You can see the hint of pink that flushes his cheeks and ears. âGot a little carried awayâŠâ
You giggle. âNo need to apologize, Chocho.â The nickname has him blush harder. Heâs so cute when heâs flustered. âJust goes to show that you were enjoying the moment.â
His hands suddenly stop moving, the washcloth now around your wrist. ââŠDid you?â Caramel eyes dare to peek at yours. âDid you enjoy it?â
You could tell that the question carried a deep-rooted meaning. Not only was this the first time you and Choso had sex, but it was also within the same day you found out he was a vampire. If you were in his shoes, you could guess heâd probably think you didnât like the experience or found it heavily discomforting. Yet that wasnât the case at all. So, you have to communicate that to him.Â
With a warm smile, you let him know, âYes, I did. I had a great time.â Before you can say more, a random thought prompts you to ask a question. âHey, I felt you were about to bite my neck, but you didnât.â
 âHmm? Oh, umm, yeah, I did. The only way for someone to become a vampire is by biting the neck,â He confirms, his gaze drifting down to your wrist as he uses the wet cloth to dab on the mark. âBut I donât want you becoming one now. At least, not without you telling me.â
âWait, you don't want me to be a vampire?â
âI mean, thatâs up to you, honestly. As much as I love you and would love the idea of spending my life with you, thatâs only my selfish wish at the end of the day. The choice should be yours to make, not mine.â
You remove your hand from his hold and place it on his cold cheek. The other hand comes up to cup the other, provoking your boyfriend to look directly at you.Â
âYouâre so sweet, you know that?â You have never seen his face change into a flash of pink so quickly; it makes you giggle at him. âChocho, I appreciate you telling me the truth about yourself. Iâm sure itâs been hard on you to carry this burden of pretending to be something youâre not, especially with me. So, again, thank youâŠHowever, I canât really see myself as a vampire, at least right now. My life seems to be at a good place right now, and I want to experience it first-hand, ya know. With you by my side.â
You know Choso is listening to you word-for-word; his brown eyes never leaving your face is evidence of such. So you continue: âSo, until then, let me be human for a while longer. When the time is right, Iâll let you know. Sounds good?â
The brown-haired man gives you a smile before answering, resulting in yours broadening. âIâm cool with that.â
You nod. âCool.â
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ââŠYou want more of my blood, huh.â
ââŠ..Iâm sorry,â you laugh at his awkwardness. âYou just smell so good. And you taste sweetâŠâ
âIn that case,â you withdraw your hands from his cheek and extend an arm out for him. âHave one last taste.â
Thereâs hesitance when his hand grabs ahold of your wrist. But when he knows youâre complying and on board with this, Choso brings your wrist to his lips, his fangs pierce down on your skin, and he sucks your blood. The pain this time around wasnât too excruciating. Maybe with all the bites you have on your body right now, you came around and got used to it.Â
And who knows? Perhaps youâll grow to love the sensation soon enough.
âYo! Iâm back!â The two of you freeze. A familiar voice from the other side of the hallway brings you back to the present moment. You then remember that Yuuji promised to return from the store and pizza place. And seeing as though time has passed enough for him to be done, the warmth of your body shifts to a disturbing shiver when the bedroom door opens up. âI got the pizzas and left them on top of the ovenââ
The salmon-haired other stopped mid-sentence when his eyesight landed in your direction. You can only imagine whatâs going through his mind when he looks at you and Choso because that was the same experience you went through a few hours back.
Yuuji looks at the two of you on top of the bed. Clothes decorating the carpeted floor, both your bodies free and nude, your tits out for him to see crystal clear. One of your hands holds a washcloth that harbors red, bloody stains. The other hand stretched out towards Chosoâs mouth, where the younger notices fangs withdrew from your wrist. The newly drawn blood from your new mark connects to the sharp teeth of his older brother.
Thirty seconds go by where no one says anything, just three pairs of eyes and figures falling victim to the discomfiting silence of this situation. Until Yuuji starts to uncomfortably laugh at the sight before him for a few seconds. And then suddenly, he stops, and his balance gives way for his body to meet with the floor beneath him.
He fainted.
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HARD THOUGHT !
pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader
cw: smut, unprotected sex, usage of nicknames.
warning: 18+ content, minors dni
Best friend!Sunghoon had easily convinced you to move in with him. His reasoning sat well with youâlow cost and splitting of the rent. As a university student, you would do anything to save up some extra cash and this deal was spot on as it saved you half the amount of your usual living expenses.
However, the provided reason wasnât even close to what Sunghoon had actually wanted. He knew you had a crush on him, yet you never acted upon it due to your experiences regarding sex and love were limited, which made him want to ruin you beyond words. He was more on the possessive side of the spectrum, which was also laced with jealousy as he hated the idea of anyone else touching his little angel, his kitten.
So he took the matter in his own hands, pulling you even closer to him now that you shared an apartment with each other. He stared at you a little longer, walked around shirtless, his touch on your bare skin lingered for a second too long and you loved it. Your body always reacted to him in such a manner which made him lose his patience each fucking day, until he finally decided to cage you between him and the wall when you had freshly came out of the shower, clad in just your tiny towel.
âYou like showing your pretty little body, donât you, kitten?â Heâd whisper in a deep tone, eyes dark as he stared right in your eyes. He could see you biting your lip, your thighs pressing close to each other as you tried to formulate a reply. âWhat are you talking about Hoonieââ you were shushed with his slender finger, which was now pressed against your lips. âI know you want me, baby. You just have to say it, yeah?â He assured you slow but serious.
You couldnât wait any longer, not when you dreamed the filthiest of your fantasies with him, not when you touched yourself desperately hoping that it was him instead, even more so when he simply sat in the room next door. You nodded fervently, âwant you so much, Hoonie,â you almost whimpered, feeling smaller than ever under his intense gaze.
âOh baby, Iâll ruin your cunt and fuck you in every corner of this goddamn apartment,â he growled.
He was gentle with you for your very first time, he knew exactly how youâd like it, he was your best friend after all. But you didnât bother thinking that heâd actually fuck you everywhere. It started from your bedroom, where he took care of your all night, trying his best not to go overboard with you. The next time, he took you to his bedroom. The task was simple, youâll have to suck his dick and heâd make a mess on your pretty face.
It then progressed to you crying out his name in pleasure as he fucks you from behind on your couch which barely fit two people. He didnât even leave the kitchen out of the deal as he fucked you on the marble counter, his cock hitting just the right spots as you dug your nails into his shoulders for support. Then he proceeded to take you to the bathroom, the reason was simple againâto save the water.
It didnât matter if it was your study table or the wall next to the front door, it never mattered if you were on the carpet or his gaming chair, he had to fuck you. As for you, you loved every second of it, he made sure to get your wildest fantasies out of you, only to make them come true.
When you finally crawled up to him, giving him your sweetest smile as you asked him to fuck you, he knew he had won in life.
He had ruined you.
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pitfighter vi who has been fucking random hookers to let off some steam, then meets reader and assumes sheâs a hooker too, reader gets offended and says sheâs a virgin, vi takes her virginity đ€
Vi is gonna be a scumbag in the beginning because I need her to be!! This request kinda made me laugh imagining my reader all pissed off about Viâs dumbassery
Content: 2.2k words, face-riding (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), Vi slaps your tits, grinding on Viâs lap, slight corruption/cherry chasing kink, Vi is a whore in this boo, most of this is from her perspective so she calls the brothel girls whores n stuff
The blonde's lips were parted, her eyes glossed over and her cheeks rosy. Her body was shaking with every thrust Vi delivered to her cunt. Over and over again, it wasn't even something Vi had to think about. She did this like it was a job, clocking in just to leave and never come back for her girls. Brothel girls, the ones on the streets, sluts who watch her fights, it's all game.
It's so fucking boring though.
All the same high-pitched moans and the same movements she gave to all of them. It started out to be addicting and distracted her enough from all of the feelings muddling her head. When she was with a girl, she felt oddly clear in the head. Same didn't go for the women who she had practically impaled on the Zaun community strap she had going around.
When the blonde finally came, she fell limp into the bed. Breathless, but not wrecked. Vi hadn't been wrecked in a long time.
She thought that the cycle would never get old: sleep half the day, train, go make some money as a pit fighter, get plastered, and find some hooker to lay with. Every piece of self-sabotage was like a guilty pleasure, but the more it branded her mind, her life, the more she just wasn't in for it anymore. That was, until she saw you.
It was another regular day for her. She woke up at 2 in the afternoon and sloppily punch her punching-bag over and over again until her brain shut off and her knuckles were even more bruised than yesterday.
This time, the fight didn't go so well.
Usually, Vi was able to get the majority of her anger out on whatever unfortunate, burly man was thrown into the ring with her. Comically enough, she lost. Her body was weak and she still had so many pent-up emotions. She didn't have the time to go searching the streets or bar for some girl to bring home; maybe the brothel would be worth it.
When she walked in, she was greeted with the sight of dim lights, red hues glowing from lamps to give the rooms a sensual appearance. Behind curtains were cries of pleasure small, mischievous giggles.
Vi approached the front desk and didn't waste any time - she wasn't in the mood to waste time. She needed to fuck some random prostitute and she didn't care who.
"Just give me whatever 50 coins is worth," she deadpanned, frisking out her coin bag before something caught her eye. In the corner of the room, sat on a sofa, was you.
You were unlike any prostitute she'd ever laid eyes upon. You looked sweet, delicate. You looked like a fucking flower, the softest complexion she had ever witnessed in a brothel. Your hair looked so soft and she for the first time in a while, she had a rush of adrenaline wondering what it'd be like to tug on your hair and break that soft, innocent face of yours.
What the hell were you doing working at a whore house?
"Hello..? Earth to Vi?" Babette sounded amused.
Vi didn't answer, she was in a fucking trance. This was the first time she actually felt an attraction to a girl working in a place like this. She quickly made her way over to you, sitting alone with the sweetest expression on your face.
"How much do you cost?" Jeez Vi, you're such a scumbag..
Your face quickly tilted up to face her, confusion plastering your soft features. "What do you mean?"
Vi held back the urge to snort. You were playing innocent, huh?
"I want a night with you. How much?"
At that, you quickly shook your head. "Oh, no..I'm just-"
"This act is so fucking adorable, holy shit. None of Babette's whores act all sweet like you, huh?" She let out a laugh at her own joke. "Bet you're one of the men's favorites."
Your nose crinkled at that, your lips parting not with arousal or breathlessness, but because you were..offended?
"Excuse you?! I'm not a prostitute! I'm here to bring something to a friend!" Your eyes didn't meet hers, "I don't..do that stuff."
Oh, shit..were you actually a virgin?
"O-Oh..wow, sorry.." Vi rubbed at her head, embarrassed, but something in her, something in her scumbag system blurted out the next words. Just the idea of taking a pretty, delicate girl's virginity sent blood pumping between her legs. God, she was such a pervert..
"Well, you don't have to actually be a prostitute, you know.." She trailed off, observing your reaction to her words.
You looked even more confused now. "To..what.."
"I'll still pay to if I can take you home with me."
"What?!" Your face was so cute, all scrunched up and clearly embarrassed. She was so excited to fuck that pissed off look you had going on away.
"C'mon, I'm sure you need the money. I need to release some stress, and I promise I'll try to go easy on you," she snorted, adding on, "we can pretend it's your honeymoon or something."
You paused at that.
Vi was right; you really did need the money. Rent was due soon and you only worked at some bar for scraps of coin. She had a lot of money from previous fights, and you could see the sheer amount in her little bag. You didn't want to spare your dignity to become a common whore, but what could you do?
"Okay."
Vi had you seated in her lap back in her bed, your body trembling like a leaf every time she planted another kiss on your neck. You were just so damn cute, all shy and sensitive to her lavish amount of attention. It made her pulse beat faster, and she was immediately hooked.
She forgot all about the other girls. No, she needed you right now.
"You're so soft, you know that..?" She whispered into your ear, lips brushing over the cartilage and making your breath hitch slightly. "And you smell like flowers and lotion, it's a surprise nobody has loved you like this."
Her voice so saccharine and greedy, her words so truthful and desperate, and her mouth so warm- it made you dizzy in the head, and you were already softly squirming in her lap for friction, your hands pulling at her jacket to bring her closer.
"Please, I need you...feels so good when I'm on you." You admitted, choking out a cute little squeak when she grasps at your hips and guides your motions. It is all so addicting, like you're discovering a whole world of pleasure you never had before, but this still isn't enough.
Vi was losing it. You were all cute, squealing and grinding into her lap, doing more than any brothel worker could do for her. Your breaths were coming out in pants and you sounded like the other girls did on their fourth orgasms. She wondered how you'd sound once she had you that far. Earlier, she was so pissed off and wanted to slam her cock into anything she could. Her aggression soon faded, simmering down to a softness, to a need to blow your mind with this experience rather than just fuck you and go.
"How 'bout you ride on my face for me?" She spoke against your neck, going back to leaving bruising marks onto your soft skin. When her lip pressed onto your pulse, she could feel how your heart was practically beating out of your chest.
"W-What?! What if I hurt you?" You're worried about hurting her? That is comical. You should've been worried about yourself. I mean, you were in bed about to get fucked by a butch pitfighter. Now that she knew you were needy for her, begging for her like a whore when you were a sweet virgin, she was going to treat you like a whore, she decided - as passionately as possible.
Vi laughed and laid back, tugging at your cute little shorts to get you out of them and onto her face, "I can handle huge men, I can handle a girl. Get on my face, right now."
You were quickly out of your clothes, in nothing but a cute patterned pair of socks. You hesitated a bit before finally letting yourself sink onto her-
Vi wasn't having it. With a quick grab of your hips, she lowered you onto her face completely and began to eat you out.
The way she devoured you was akin to how she ate right after she got out of prison; all messy and desperate, with an obvious sense of bliss mixed within. All this time, all the call-girls and prostitutes who couldn't do it for her, what she really needed was you.
You didn't moan like them when she lapped at your clit but rather tangled your fingers into her hair and whined. The way you made the sounds like you weren't just feeling good, but like you needed this just as much as her left her more messed up than she could ever even dream of being.
You were still so sensitive to all Vi was giving you, trying to squirm away for relief only to find yourself bound on top of her, her lips rubbing against your clit with a hunger that sent butterflies throughout your system, stomach and pussy clenching like never before.
âA-Aghh, Vi! Please, itâs too muchâŠâ
Vi only slipped her tongue into your hole and you jolted, violently trembling on her lap in a way sheâd never seen before.
When your orgasm came, and it came fast but hard, your hips frantically ground against her face for more, crying out her name.
âVi! Please, donât stopâŠâ
Every flutter of pleasure was like a blessing until it finally slowed down into nothing. When it was over, your knees almost buckled and you nearly crashed onto her head. Vi laughed, pulled you onto the bed so that she could settle on top of you.
" 'm gonna finger this sweet pussy, m'kay?"
Apparently she expected an answer and not just a whine, because she delivered a firm smack to your breast, not painful but hard enough to make you gasp.
"Tell me what I'm going to do to you." She was being so authoritative over you and didn't even know why. Why was she so obsessed with having you follow her every command?
"Y-You're gonna finger me.." You repeated back to her, voice shaky after your last orgasm.
"Yeah, that's right.. you really are just a flower, aren't you? All sweet 'n delicate." As she spoke, two fingers teased your dripping hole, causing you to grip at her bedsheets. Vi liked that, liked that you were so responsive. She wasn't able to get that reaction out of her other girls.
Finally, her fingers parted through your inner pussy lips and into you, making you gasp. It was an unfamiliar feeling; you weren't innocent, obviously touching yourself, but usually really only on the outside. You never could get yourself to cum, it felt too weird feeling around inside of yourself. Vi's touch, however, made you weak in the knees.
Where you lacked, she seemed to hit right exactly where you needed it. Deep inside your walls, you felt her fingers curl and rub at your g-spot and all you could do was tighten your grasp at Vi's poor bed and take everything she was giving you.
"Good girl. You take me so fuckin' well, don't you?" You whined at her praise, spurring her on to press more firmly against your walls, her fingers pumping so deeply your vision was unfocused, your breaths coming in pants rather than steady inhales and exhales.
Vi took the time to lavish attention onto your neck, alternating between bites and soothing laps at the area which only made you writhe more. "Feeling good? You wanna cum and make a mess for me?"
You nodded, your body practically shaking with the need to give her what she asked, to give yourself what you needed. "P-Please, make me cum!"
She did.
Your body shook underneath her, your hips bucking up into her touch as far as they could. It like all the tension in your body had been let go and all you could do was enjoy it. Sex with her was just so enjoyable, and the way she let you have your own pleasure and not tease you or giggle at the way your throat let choked out moans escape? God, you were so fucked. Literally and figuratively, too. You weren't supposed to lose your virginity like this, but how would you ever be able to resist her again? You were sure to become Vi's little fuck-toy, especially if she had her way.
Afterwards, Vi pulled you into the shower and just held you.
She had not held a girl in so long, and she used to think she would never again. It didn't interest her to care for someone, but you were so sweet and lovely, all she could think to do was take care of your body after giving it so much. She didn't wanna overwhelm you too much.
Fuck, why was she suddenly so caring? She'd grown up that way, sure; still, she thought she would stay away from actually loving someone after all the loss she felt.
For the first time in months, Vi would let a girl sleep in her bed tonight.
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GOJO SATORU: ââ MEET ME IN THE AFTERGLOW ââ
.àłàż post-sukuna fight: no victory comes without a loss, and his win came at the cost of his eyesight
contents: fem!reader. some combination of hurt/comfort, angst, and fluff.
author's note: inspired by levi at the end of aot êšïž
7:58 PM
satoru gojo had always had the best eyes. sorcerer, curse, human â you could search the whole world, and nobody else would even come close.
but the aftermath of satoru's fight with sukuna changed everything. after a long, painful battle, satoru came out on top, but at a great cost. his eyes.
dying wishes are powerful, especially from a curse as strong as sukuna. right before the king of curses was done for, he pooled everything he had left into a final attack to ensure that satoru gojo would never be the same. he succeeded.
now, almost a week after the fight, long after the dust settled and peace had reclaimed the jujutsu society, satoru still insists on wearing his blindfold around the clock.
no matter what you try or how you ask, he stubbornly refuses let you see underneath. actually, it'd be more accurate to say that he doesn't respond at all. after all, to your dismay, he's a master at avoiding questions and delaying answers.
you weren't even sure if there was any change to how he looked. maybe he looked the exact same underneath. maybe he had a couple scars. fuck, for all you knew he didn't even have eyes at all anymore.
you just wish he would let you see the new him. he doesn't even have it that bad â thanks to six-eyes, he can still see the silhouettes of cursed energy. and he wore a blindfold most days anyway, so it wasn't too much of a change.
which is why you weren't sure why he wouldn't just take the damn blindfold off.
"satoru, please let me see," you beg, tugging at his shirt sleeve. "i miss your pretty face. and honestly, who wears a blindfold to bed?"
he laughs at your incredulous question, but it sounds forced and unnatural. satoru tugs his arm away and waves you off. "let me take a shower, 'kay? i just got out of work, and i'm probably covered in germs."
you hate this new satoru â the one who won't let you get too close or even see his face anymore. he just won't open up to you, and it's frustrating. "satoru, please? let me in."
at the sound of your pleading voice, satoru rests one hand on the bathroom door and sighs before turning around to face you. he's smiling, but it seems so off â like all his smiles do nowadays.
"you try'n to watch me shower, sweetheart?" he cracks, running a hand through his hair. "i know you love seeing me naked, but-"
"satoru."Â
"get off my dick," he grumbles lightly, before strolling into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. maybe you imagine it, but you could swear that you hear the soft click of a lock turning.
10:34 PM
"good night, sweetheart," satoru mumbles, pressing his lips to your shoulder and rolling over onto his side. he still has his blindfold on, and the almost undetectable glow eminating from his skin shows that he has a very subtle form of limitless active.
it's been like this every night.
"satoru, can we talk?" you whisper, trailing a hand through his damp white hair. "please?"
"is it about the blindfold?"
"obviously."
he sighs and rolls over again to face you, the soft glow fading from his skin. "give it a rest, yeah?" he says, exasperated. "i'm not ready for anyone to see."
"satoru, even you don't know what your eyes look like under the blindfold," you murmur. "and do you really trust me that little?"
he lifts one of his hands and rests it on your shoulder, thumb tracing circles as he leans in and says "of course i trust you."
you shake your head and sit up, pressing your back against the headboard. "no, you don't."
"then why'd you as-"
"why do you sleep with limitless on now?" you interject, crossing your arms. "what happened to 'i never have limitless on around you'?" you whisper, quoting something he told you when you two first starting dating. back when he could look you in the eye.
satoru sighs again and sits up alongside you. "you know why."
"you seriously think i'd do that?"
"i..." he trails off, slipping a finger underneath his blindfold to rub one of his eyes. "i don't know. all i know is that i'm not ready for anyone to see me like... this."Â
"satoru, you can't keep running away from everyone forever," you say, shaking your head again. "you-"
"i know, i know," he mutters. "it's not that simple."
he's stubborn â he always has been. and you're mostly used to it, which is why you know that the best way to get satoru to change his mind on something is to ease him into it instead of pushing and shoving.
so you switch gears, and instead of arguing more you reach out and take his hand. "what are you afraid of?"
"nothing. i'm the strongest," satoru replies automatically. the response sounds so automated, so pre-written that you can't help but smile.Â
"okay," you say neutrally, trying to reword your question. "why don't you want to show me what your eyes look like? you've haven't even seen them yourself."
satoru smiles sourly and his hands curl into white-knuckled fists around the bedsheets. "and i never will. i'm blind now, remember, sweetheart?" his words are laced with bitterness, even (and especially) in the final word.Â
but it wasn't you who satoru was resentful towards. it was himself.Â
how could he have so foolishly let down his guard before sukuna was confirmed to be dead? how could he let his characteristic arrogance get the better of him? he made the same mistake when he was a teen, and now he's done it again as the strongest â although this event may have stripped him of his title.
a mixture of emotions crosses what little you can see of his face, and it's now more than ever that you wish you could be there for him.Â
but he's the only one alive who knows what it's like to be the strongest.
so as much as you wish you could tell him that everything's going to be okay and that he'll always be the strongest, you know damn well that you don't know and that he might not be.
somehow, this conversation has evolved from your desire to see his face to something more.
a silent, mutual understanding passes between you and satoru, and the thickness in the air slowly dissolves.Â
"sorry," you breathe. "i was being selfish, wasn't i?"
satoru shakes his head, a smile growing on his face. "nah, you're right. i don't even know what i look like."
he lifts a hand and slips his thumb underneath his blindfold, and after a brief moment of hesitation, slides it off.
to your surprise, satoru looks more or less the same. his eyes aren't cloudy and they still glow with that familiar bright blue. the only difference, which was expected, was how his eyes didn't quite settle on you. they were pointed in your direction, but his eyes didn't entirely focus on you.
"so?" satoru asks, running a finger over his eyes. "how bad is it?"
"satoru, you look the same."
he blinks and doesn't answer for a second, as if he's processing the information. "really?" he asks, an unreadable expression on his face.
"yep."
"oh. well, that was anticlimactic," satoru says with a lopsided grin. he leans forward and scoots down from his spot against the headboard, laying his head on a pillow and pulling you on top of his chest. "my bad."
"you idiot," you mumble, pressing your face into his neck. "i didn't get to see your pretty face for a whole week."
"ah, i believe it was only six days."
"and satoru, you even turned on limitless at night! the hell would i even do? cut your blindfold off in the middle of the night?" you grumble, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. "and i can't believe that the only reason you didn't want to show me your face is because you thought you weren't pretty anymore!"
satoru grins lazily and rests one of his hands on your waist, slipping a finger under the waistband of your shorts and idly rubbing your skin.  "keep venting, sweetheart. it's cute."
he laughs when you swat him with another pillow and pulls you in for a long kiss. and that's when you know that things might never go back to how they were in satoru's glory days.Â
but as the night falls and slips away in satoru's arms, you think that maybe, just maybe, this works too.
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[CEO!Husband!Yunho x BlackFem!Exec!Reader]
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content: car sex, semi-public sex, thigh riding, cloth-ripping, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl pls), just a dollop of spit, cowgirl, doggy, full fledged backshots, like 2 creampies?
word count: 3.4k
a/n: This fic cost me 5 FUCKING DOLLARS TO MAKE?!?!?! I had to pay to use a fake text generator, so if any of you have a site or app that I can make fake text messages FOR FREE then PLEASE let me knowđ. This was self indulgent but I wanna dedicate this fic to all my fellow Hotteoksđ«¶đŸ And the bitches that fantasize about getting nutted in and getting it poppinâ in the back of the parking lot (in theory of course)! WwaBRiM (if you canât tell from the fact the reader is rocking soft locsđ)
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To this dayâŠyou and Yunhoâs BIGGEST regret in your relationshipâŠis and ALWAYS WILL BEâŠ.agreeing to go to the christening of your friendsâ 6-month old baby boy.
Everything was beautiful. The ceremony, the cathedral, the way the baby nestled into Yunhoâs arms so naturally, and reached out to play with your bangles with such curiosity and wonder. It altered both of your brain chemistries, and you werenât sure if it was for the better or not.
Your friends didnât help either, saying things like âParenthood would look so good on you two!â and âI canât wait for your baby shower invitations.â.
How could theyâŠâŠ.
After you pushed your meetings back to later in the week. After Yunho gave his team a free day when they couldâve been in the office perfecting the play-through on his new game before its release. Two very busy people with very busy work schedules, and you carved out time to come support your friends and their son, and they pay you back withâŠâŠ.
BABY FEVER?!?!
You and Yunho planned your futures out to a T. Go to university, get your respective degrees, join a company that you interned with, work your way up, become the boss, get married, honeymoon in The Maldives and spend your paid vacation days in The Swiss Alps.
Starting a family was definitely in there somewhere, but everything fell in line so well that it got lost. Youâre at the top of your gamesâŠYunho, figuratively and literally, with his gaming company being the best in the country and allâŠand you became the creative director for a top cosmetic brand. It really was all good. But it was lacking. And you both felt it. Ever since that christening.
You felt it every time one of your work partners went on maternity and paternity leave. Every time there were children in the offices on âBring Your Kids to Work Dayâ. Every time Yunho saw posts or videos of kids around the world dressing up as characters he helped create. Every time your homegirls would send you milestones of their babies taking their first walk, or biting into a lemon for the first time. You two worked hard and accomplished everything you wanted to, everything except starting a family. It resonated for days after that christening.
For Weeks.
Months, even.
The energy around the house shifted. Yunho would steal glances at you as you did the simplest of routines, imagining your belly being round as you sip your favorite tea in the kitchen, waddling from room to room barefoot and pregnant. And youâd watch attentively as heâd play his video games, envisioning a child full of joy as he teaches them how to defeat their first villain. After a while it got to a point where neither of you would hide it. It became all too real, too wanted. And why not? What was stopping you two?
Everything was green lit once you and Yunho put it into the atmosphere and finally discussed it. You both were just about ready to start baby proofing the house and nothing even happened yet, becoming more proactive than you already were. Tracking apps were monitored, routines were tweaked, and everything seemed to be doableâŠbut your work schedulesâŠyour jobs were the biggest obstacle. Just when could you slip away for a bit to see each other? When would be the right time to make a ba-
âHey, Iâm picking up my kid so we can go to lunch. Iâll be back in 2 hours!â
Your Editor in Chief pops their head in your office briefly before heading down the hall to the elevator, snapping you out of your rambling thoughts.
âŠâŠâŠâŠ..Lunch Break.
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You reverse your sedan into the space next to him before hoping out and swishing towards the driverâs door, knocking softy. Your ears perk up at the sound of r&b playing and a silent laugh escapes you. The dark windows of the door lower, revealing Yunho in the driverâs seat, fully reclined with the top buttons of his shirt undone and the silver crucifix you adorned him with for your anniversary gleaming.
âFor a second I thought you were backing out on me.â He smiles at you, his voice deeper than usual, evidence of a brief stolen nap. âTraffic was hell, I wouldâve been here in half the time otherwise.â The door unlocks and you climb in, grazing over Yunhoâs body as he adjusts the driverâs seat sitting up slightly, he grabs ahold of you to help you straddle him and closes the door back behind you. And like clockwork, you lean in, beginning your onslaught of abuse on his lips.
Snaking your hands into Yunhoâs hair, he moans, deepening the kiss, his tongue dancing ever so eloquently with yours. âI missed you.â He says breathlessly between kisses, âYou saw me this morning before I left boo!â You tease him, fixing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose that slid down in the midst of your passion, âThatâs too long.â He pokes his lips out, and you console him with light pecks to ease his playful angst. âYouâre so needy, you know that right?â âAnd you love me for it.â
Yunho starts to undo his shirt more, a sinister smile on the corner of his lips as he looks you over. âCome here,â You lean into him, your hand placed against his bare chest, the rock on your wedding band a flashy contrast to his skin. âLift up for me baby.â You lift off of Yunho for a second as he helps you readjust yourself, now straddling one of his thighs. The pinstriped black skirt you wore for work today riding up your thighs. You let out a huff, immediately feeling the pressure of Yunhoâs toned thigh on your bundle of nerves. Your black tights and panties not serving as any sort of buffer to the sensations. Your pussy lips spread apart feeling the course texture of his slacks. You let out a staggering sigh, reality finally setting in what you were about to do. âThatâs right, youâre gonna ride me and come all over my thigh, and thennn~â Yunho begins to rock your hips back and forth on his thigh. You lurch forward, your right hand immediately planting on the interior wall of the Rover, âDamn, feels good right?â âYeah, yes it does. Fuck.â
You place your other hand on his shoulder, stealing support as you rock onto him quicker, a few front strands of your freshly done soft locs coming undone from the high pony you put them in this morning, to his delight. Yunho enjoyed the sight of you working yourself on him, he loved how neat you looked before you climbed in the suv with him, and is obsessed with the thought of how disheveled and fucked out youâre gonna look when heâs done and you climb back out. Fuck, itâs all heâs thought about since you mentioned it in the texts. He couldnât wait to get his hands on you, to touch you, to feel you, to fuck you, to ruin you, to caress you, to make love to you, to put a baby in youâŠâŠfinally.
You watch Yunho as he closes his eyes, deep in thought, mindlessly guiding your hips against him, as if heâs immediately feeling all of the pleasure that you are in that moment. You begin to rock against him quicker, an impending climax moments away. Yunho opens his eyes, watching you as your moans get louder, less polite, more shameless. You lean your head forward trying to compose yourself as much as you possibly can in this situation, and he smiles at the sight. âIâm closeâŠâŠâŠ..fuck, Iâm close.â Your hand now caresses his face as you lean your head on his shoulder, hunching him like a bitch in heat. âYouâre close?â âYeahhhh~â âFuck, youâre gonna cum all over my thigh like that?â âYeah!â âYeahhh, just like that?â âYes! Yes! Just like that!â Yunho bounces his leg softly as you continue to rake against it, riding out your high as a warm dampness spreads on his designer slacks. He moans at the feeling, damn near coming untouched just from witnessing your pleaser unfold before him.
You steady your panting for air. Embarrassed, you pat at the wet spot you left on your husband, âI did not expect that I-â âI did, youâre ovulating.â Yunho caresses your cheeks fully heated with shame, and kisses you, laughing into the kiss. âI donât think you understand how hot that was, donât apologize my love.â He gestures to the passenger seat, helping you off of him and guiding you there to sit tight and catch yourself for a second. He then leans the drivers seat back fully again, stepping over it to sit in the spacious middle seat. He unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way before removing his glasses, tossing them somewhere far in the back seats. He holds one of his hands out to you, patting his thigh sharply with his other, ordering your immediate presence.
You crawl over the front armrest and take Yunhoâs hand as he helps you towards him. You start to kneel down in front of him and he stops you, âNooo no, no, none of that today.â âBut I really want to.â âI knowww, and you do it so well, but weâre kind of on a fixed schedule.â Yunho gestures behind you to the time on the soft glowing screen on the dashboard. You sigh in agreement, âI wanted to get you ready too.â âOh babe,â He begins to undue his belt buckle and pants, his fully hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen as he slides his pants down lower freeing him. âDoes it look like I need to get ready?â Your mouth waters, his cock glistening as precum trails down the tip, and you moan at the sight. âOh my God.â He laughs at your eager demeanor, âCome here baby,â he pats his thighs again signaling you to straddle him once more, your legs on either side of him cushioned by the materials used to adorn the luxury car seats.
Yunho hikes your skirt up higher, sliding his hands underneath to trail down your sheer-tights-clad inner thighs and up to your panties. Your breaths were short, shallow, hesitant. You closed your eyes as Yunho felt you up, getting you worked up again in the process, unbeknownst to himself, or was this all part of his plan? âThese werenât too pricey, right?â He pinches at your tights, âNo they werenât, why?â
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You gasp as you feel the force from Yunho ripping your tights right down the middle, smacking his shoulder. âThey werenât pricey but they were my favorite!â âShhh, Iâll buy you 10 more.â You lean your head on his shoulder, poutingâŠuntil you feel his slender hands move your panties to the side. Your breath begins to get shallow again, feeling his warm tip slide up and down your wet folds. You moan involuntarily, âAwww, come on baby I havenât even put it in yet.â âI knowww, I donât know whatâs wrong with me today.â âI do,â You feel him slowly push into you, leaning your head back as you cry out. âThis cunt was just waaaiting to get fucked, because today is a little different than the other days,â He picks up his pace, fucking up into you steady but firm, âToday your pussy is a little bit more needy for me,â the recoil of your ass sending vibrations through your lower body as Yunhoâs movements are relentless. âToday youâre gonna let me get you pregnant.â
And there it was. Your brain immediately shuts off. âIâm gonna fuck you so good, and so hard-â âUnnnnhhhhhooohhhh my Godddddd!â âYeahhhhh, yeah let me hear you baby,â You grip the disheveled collar of Yunhoâs shirt, completely at his mercy, taking what he gives you. âIâm gonna cum all in this pretty fucking cunt and get you pregnant, Iâm gonna make you a Mommy.â âYunho Please! Pleaseee~â âPlease what my love?â Yunho lifts your chin up to meet his gaze, your dark brown eyes staring several miles into his own, communicating beyond a frequency that sound couldnât even capture in that moment, and he understood every bit of itâŠbut figured it would be fulfilling just to hear it fall from your lips, âPleaseeee? What.â âPlease make me a Mommy~â In seconds, he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he drills into you. âAhhhhhh!!!!â The sound of your screams, bounce off the interior of the car, and you pray that the seats absorb it all.
âYesss, yes! Let me hear you Mama. Fuckkkk let me hear you!â âFuckkkk!â âUh huhhh~ Fuck! You sound so good taking my dick like this! Ughhhh~â You both were a mess, fully enraptured in pleasure and no longer prisoners to time. You place your forehead against Yunhoâs now eye to eye as he continues to lean into you with force, your breathing syncing with his, both chasing your highs. âYouâre gonna cum, arenât you.â He asks you with dark eyes, almost as if it wasnât a request. Suddenly youâre whimpering against his lips, âYeah you are gonna cum, youâre close, so close for me.â âIâm-â âIâm gonna-â He mocks, imitating your whines, âYouâre gonna what, cream around me and take this cum like a good little wife?â All you could do was gasp at his sharp remarks, âYouâre gonna cum for me like a good little wife? Hm?â âYeah!â âYeah? Youâre gonna take my fucking cum like a good fucking wife?â âYes! Yes! Ye- Yes! Yes! Yes!â You gush around him, repeating your words like a mantra against his ear. He returns the favor, âGood Girlâ replaying in his surprisingly vulgar vocabulary as he finishes inside of you. You collapse against him for some time. Aligning your heaving chest with his as you both come down. Clammy from the altercation. You swivel around some assuming it may help with the progress, and he moans a little.
âWhat are you doing?â Yunho laughs at you endearingly, watching you be an unintentional menace. âI donât know I just thought it might do something.â You giggle some, lifting off of his softening length with your combined messes drooling out of you and down your inner thighs. Yunho takes it all in, shaking his head in amazement at the fucked out state of you. Just as he imagined it, better than he imagined, even. Staring him down, you study his body language, how he looks subtly exhausted but not TOO drained. Almost as if on a bodily timer, your temperature starts to rise again, âYouâre plotting.â you narrow your eyes at him. Sucking in a sharp breath between teeth, Yunho helps you up, only to place you over the front armrest.
You squirm as your stomach and breasts make contact with the cold leather. âSee I KNEW you were plotting!â âOh hush, donât act like youâre not excited.â Yunho makes light work of your tights, pulling off and discarding what was left of it, and sliding your panties off of one of your legs in order to spread them further apart. Your breathing catches at the gust of air that hits your pussy. Yunhoâs cock inches away as he works his hand over it. He reaches his hand around holding it out to your mouth, âSpit.â, and you oblige him. He continues to work himself hard again, one hand bunching your business skirt up your waist, exposing your bare ass. His hand slides down to caress it, before landing a harsh smack, resorting back to soothing over the stinging spot. All marks undetectable on your brown skin, he lands a few more smacks on both cheeks, knowing heâll be safe. You jolt and whine at the barrage of sharp pain and he leans down to pepper the side of your face in kisses, rubbing your attacked spots to soothe the pain.
âDonât forget to breathe my love.â You didnât realize you werenât until he mentioned it, immediately offloading a heavy breath. Yunho clicks his tongue as he braces one hand on your shoulder to hold you in place, fiddling with the bunched up hem of your skirt. Your body stiffens as you feel him use his fingers to collect your cum and push it back into your pussy. You shudder in pleasure, still recovering from your last high, not too far from another if touched too much. You feel him shift behind you again as his cock teases its way past your entrance one more time. âMmm, You wore this skirt on purpose Mama?â He glides into you with ease, bottoming out effortlessly, and you sink into the armrest, your moan resembling that of a pornstarâs. âYou knew you were gonna see me to get this pretty pussy filled, Hmm?â Yunho immediately picks up the pace, keeping his hand firm on your shoulder, guiding you back onto him. âOoooohhhhh~â âYeahhhh? You wore this skirt because you knew you were gonna get knocked up with my babies? Huh?â Yunhoâs words started to slur as they turned into shameless moans, âYeahhh~ keep moaning for me, itâs just us here, keep going, I wanna hear youuu~â even he started sounding pornstar-like, it was music to your already ringing ears.
He began to pound into you with fervor, your tits now hanging over the armrest, bouncing violently as you grip the seating of the driverâs and passengers seat to avoid going headfirst into the dashboard. âOh fuckkkk Iâm gonna cum again, shit- shit- shittttt~â Yunho plants a foot on the flooring of the suv to steady himself as he leans flush against your back, engulfing you. âYes, yes, yessss~ come inside of me pleaseeee~â Your final plea sends him over the edge, ultimately setting off a chain reaction that makes you cum around him all over again.
You shudder with each thrust as he slows his pace gradually before coming to a complete stop, staying in the same position as he bear hugs you from behind over the dashboard. You laugh to yourselves as you match your breathing once more, an exercise you both had been doing since the start of everything. Thank God workers at Yunhoâs job actually took advantage of leaving the facility for lunch, or else your windows definitely wouldâve been knocked on. Sure, the 5% tint helps, but youâre sure the car rocking wouldâve given enough away.
Yunho peels himself off of you and helps you up, sitting you down next to him in the middle seats. You lay your head on his shoulders as the both of you dwell in the backseat, visibly fucked out. Yunhoâs shirt hangs open and off one shoulder with a button or two missing, crucifix chain crooked yet still sitting proudly on his chest, even after such a sinful act. Your soft locs were fully down by now, splayed and running down the side of Yunhoâs torso. Your skirt and his pants still undone, neither of you bothering to bother with your surroundings just yet. Yet your blouse was surprisingly still somewhat presentable. You both sit in solitude and enjoyment of each other for a little while longer. Yunho looks down at you lovingly, watching as you pull your phone out to do something. âAre you doing what I think youâre doing?â âLetting the Editor in Chief know that Iâll be out of the office for the rest of the day? Noo, I couldnât possiblyâŠâ âOh well thatâs a shameâŠâ You look at your husband, waiting, âBecause I told the team to take the rest of the day off.â THATâS why the deck looked so lifeless. âI canât believe you set me up!â He peppers your face in kisses one last time.
âAlright, letâs get out of here, we definitely need to change. Weâre celebrating tonight.â âTonight? Forrrrr?â âFor theeeeâŠ..you knowâŠ..â Yunho gestures towards himself then your stomach, and you grin knowingly. âThe lunch rush?â âExactlyyy, the lunch rush.â He says before pulling you in for one last kiss. Yunho helps fix up your appearance before assisting you out of the Range Rover and back into your car. Kissing you for the last time yet again. âIâll be right behind you.â He starts back to his vehicle, looking over to you, âOh, feel free to put me in your schedule whenever you have an hour or two for lunch. Just to make sure it takes.â Yunho winks at you, getting back in the car as you both leave work for the day.
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âSUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual.Â
âPAIRING:Â jung wooyoung x f. reader
âGENRE: (18+ - minors dni)Â bestfriendâs brother au | fluff, angst, eventual smut
âWORD COUNT: 6.7k
âCHAPTER WARNINGS: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, mentions of a small car accident due to texting & driving (pls do not ever do this), lots of sibling bickering (i promise they love each other ok), alcohol consumption and intoxication, mentions of toxic relationships (not oc), mentions of sickness and death in immediate family
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"Are you actually fucking kidding me?!" Jiwoo yells as she heads outside to meet her brother. "Wooyoung, you had one job!"
"And I got the job done, didn't I?" Wooyoung holds the grocery bag up. "Just got into a little accident, that's all." He points to the dent on the front of her car.Â
"A little?! It's a huge dent! What did you do?! Mom!" Jiwoo yells as she heads back into the house. "I told you I didn't want Wooyoung driving my car!"
"Your car was already out in the driveway." Wooyoung adds, rolling his eyes as he leaves the grocery bag on the counter.
"Yeah, so ask me to move next time!"
"Stop yelling, your voice is giving me a headache. It's annoying."
"Mom! Dad!"
"Jiwoo, stop yelling." Their mom comes from out of the room, followed by their father. "You don't need to yellâ"
"I do, because Wooyoung took my car and dented it!"
"What happened?" Their father asks, his hands on his hips.
"It was an accidentâ"
"You haven't even said sorry!"
"And I won't if you keep cutting me off and yelling." Wooyoung glares at her. "Yeah, fucking keep it upâ"
"Hey!" Their father chimes in, cutting Wooyoung off. "The both of you, be quiet! I'm not going to ask again. What happened to your sister's car?"
"It was an accident." Jiwoo crosses her arms as Wooyoung repeats. "I just didn't brake in time so I gave the car in front of me a 'lil love tap."
"You were texting and driving, weren't you?"
"For the record, I responded to one text."
"Ugh." Jiwoo groans loudly. "I literally just got the car, Wooyoung!"
"Say sorry to your sister."
"Now, is that necessary? Cause I'llâ"
"Jung Wooyoung." Their mother sternly calls for him, making Wooyoung let out a deep sigh.
"I'm sorry." He looks at Jiwoo.
"You make sure that car gets fixed, Wooyoung. And take care of the costs. Your sister needs her car."
"What am I supposed to drive in the meantime?! Wooyoung's car?" Jiwoo smirks at him.
"Hell no!" Wooyoung spits. "You'll probably try and crash it into a tree the first chance you get."
"You can drive our SUV until it gets fixed."
"No!" Jiwoo looks at Wooyoung. "Wooyoung can just drive me around."
"I have shit to do that isn't on your time. Take the SUV." Jiwoo groans and rolls her eyes, brushing past her brother to get ready for the party.
"You're unbelievable. Seriously, what kind of brother are you?"
"Enough! Can we finally get ready for the bbq, please? People are going to be over soon. Can't get one moment of peace in this house when you two are home." Their mom checks the time, walking off to the kitchen with a loud sigh. "I hope you got everything from the list, Wooyoung." She yells just as she's about to dig into the bag.
"Wooyoung."
"What?"
"Be a little nicer to your sister."
"She's the one always jumping to conclusions and getting all mad. I didn't purposely try to get her car wrecked. At least I'm fine and not hurt, right?" Wooyoung rolls his eyes.
"I know, and yes, thank god. But, still. All you two do is butt heads, jeez. Can't you both try and get along sometimes?"Â
"Whatever." Wooyoung heads up to his room, already annoyed by the fact that he has to be here with his family all up on his case about the accident. He can admit, maybe he should've paid better attention on the road. But, it's the way none of them even asked if he was okayâ Jiwoo constantly whining and yelling at him, his parents getting on his ass and backing her up. His little sister was definitely the favorite, being the top student and all. Golden child. Was in band and the church choir, never really rebelled. While Wooyoung skipped a class [or the whole day], talked back to his parents, stayed out late and just.. enjoyed having fun. He had his good days, but he also had his bad days. He wasn't necessarily cold, but he wasn't going to sugarcoat shit either.
He's a stark contrast to his little sister.
So, he shouldn't be surprised that his parents are taking her side. He shouldn't be surprised they'd come to her rescue first. He shouldn't be surprised at all. He can't wait to get the fuck up outta here when the bbq is over. He'll be out as soon as the morning hits, before any of them can wake up and pester him about anything else.
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You gather your hair back and secure it with a claw clip, running your cherry-flavored chapstick across your lips before pressing them together to spread it out. You check yourself in the mirror once more, not entirely crazy about your outfit for Jiwoo's family bbq today.
But, it'll do.
You had known Jiwoo since elementary school, meeting her in the 2nd grade when you sat for lunch alone and the boisterous girl joined you. She was the new girl, but she surely didn't act like it and you admired that about her. Since then, she never left your side despite your shy natureâ not engaging in much in the conversation, only humming a few words or sounds in response when she ran through list of never-ending questions.Â
Even though her and Wooyoung were 2 years apart and very different, you felt like they were alike in many ways [which they'd deny until the very end].
That's how Jiwoo became your bestfriend. Because throughout all of life's changes, through your losses, she was your constant. She stayed, never wavered. Was your biggest support system alongside of your grandpa. Without her, you're not sure where you'd be. You owe alot of the push you've done in life to her.
yeosang: i'm downstairs!
you: cooooool, be down in a sec
*yeosang liked your message*
You check your outfit in the mirror once more, smoothing down the fabric before spraying a bit of perfume on your wrists. You press them together and rub it down your neck, down your clothesâ a simple yellow floral tube top, white distressed jeans and your tore up chucks. It seemed fitting for a summer bbq; not one to wear dresses, shorts or mini skirts like that.
"Yo." Yeosang quickly scans your outfit just as you plop into the passenger seat and greet him. "You look nice."
"Thank you." You smile. "And thanks for picking me up." He reciprocates the smile, waiting for you to buckle up before driving off to Jiwoo's parents' house. From your tiny studio, it's about 25 minutes of a drive. Yeosang doesn't have to take the highway or anything, but he does have to navigate through the busy streets of the city before reaching their neighborhood. Jiwoo's parents celebrate their birthdays a day apart from each other, but it fell during the work week this year. So, they decided to throw a bbq with family and close friends on the weekend in order to be with everyone.
"What'd you do today?"
"I just went to get some groceries and bought a little gift for Jiwoo's parents. What about you?"
"Uh yeah, I just got their gift right before I picked you up." Yeosang chuckles. "Otherwise, I slept in a bit too much and by the time I knew it, half of my day was gone." You laugh.
"Yeo." You laugh. "You should really try waking up early. It's nice to get the most out of your day."
"It is, but you know what's also nice? Being under my covers." You laugh and shake your head, eyes fixed on the view through your window. The rest of the ride is comfortably silent with Yeosang's music playing in the background, especially since it isn't much of a drive. He does chime in here and there when he's reminded of random things he has to do or thinks about. Besides that, Yeosang is good at leaving you to your peace. When he pulls up to the street, he's having to park across from the houseâ Jiwoo's family and their close family friends already filling the spaces nearby.
"Oh! Y/N, Yeosang!" Jiwoo's mom sees you first, pulling you both into a hug before gesturing towards the kitchen. "Jiwoo is in here!" You both greet her happy birthday before following her into the chaotic scene that is the kitchen, Wooyoung quickly brushing past with a huge bowl of marinated beef in his hands and almost bumping into Jiwoo as she holds a huge pitcher filled with juice in her own.
"Wooyoung, move!" Jiwoo nudges him away and he glares at her.
"Stop! You'll make me drop this."
"What about me, butterfingers?"
"What about me, butterfingers?"Â He mocks her with a look before rolling his eyes and heading out to the backyard to meet his dad by the grill.
"I swear to God." She groans, before finally shifting her attention to you and Yeosang.
"Hi." You smile at her and you expect her mood to be lifted, but she continues to pout.
"Y/N, Yeo. Finally. Get me out of here. Please, let's just slip through the front door, no one will notice."
"Where's Joong? He has to come on our escape plan, too." You playfully go along with it.
"He's not here yet." She sighs.
"What's wrong?" Yeosang asks with a small chuckle. You look at Jiwoo with a slight head tilt, reading into the frustration in her eyes.
"Today is just so messy." She whines a bit, setting the pitcher down onto the main dining table. "Wooyoung's dumbass used my car and got into a little accident earlier."
"Oh, is he okay?"
"Yeah, look at him! He's the fucking same. But, you know what isn't? My car! The bumper is all dented and everything. You didn't see it walking into the house?" She lets out another frustrated groan and shakes her head. "Whatever, anyway, he's gonna make sure it gets fixed. He better."
"Was it his fault?"
"Yes." She sighs. "Texting and driving. Like an idiot."
"It'll be fine, Jiwoo. It's unfortunate, but I'm glad he's okay. I'm sure your brother will make sure it gets fixed in time." You add.
"He's so frustrating sometimes. Can't trust him with anything." You both follow her out to the backyard that is already filled with familiar faces.Â
"It's okay, it'll get fixed." You give her a small smile and squeeze her arm. "Let's just enjoy today, okay?" She gives you a small smile and throws her arm around you, bringing you over to one of the free couches near the back corner of the yard. Some of her family members are playing badminton on the other side of the backyard, while another cousin is playing music and has Wooyoung and his friends hovering around, conveniently close to the grill.
"Oh, Y/N. I wish I could be like you, sometimes. So much patience and grace. Things I need to be successfully related to Wooyoung."
"You have it. Just.. needs more practice." Yeosang responds, making you chuckle. You finally find her dad and greet him happy birthday before greeting the rest of her family members. You, Jiwoo and Yeosang hang around the backyard for a bit, talking about work and the upcoming summer party. You don't chime in much, nor do you want to being that it'll be your third year not attending. Luckily, at this point, Jiwoo's boyfriend, Hongjoong, walks into the backyard and starts greeting everyone before he plops himself right next to Jiwoo.
"Yo! Sorry I'm a little late." He looks at you and Yeosang. "Friends! I missed you, guys. It's nice to see your faces." You laugh.
"Hi Joong."
"Where were you? I was texting and calling you!" She pouts. "We had an escape plan ready."
"Escape plan?" Joong cocks a brow up.
"Yes, so I can get away from this mess named Wooyoung and cry to myself in peace."Â
"Baby, I'm sorry. I was caught up with my dad, he needed help with a few errands. The car will get fixed, okay? Glad no one was badly hurt." You smile to yourself as he kisses her on the temple. Hongjoong is a really good guy. He's perfect for Jiwoo and has a lot of patience for her. He cares for her a lot, and it's so clear you wouldn't ever second guess his feelings for her. He's selfless and would do anything for his lady without question.
You wonder what it'd be like to experience genuine true love like that. You've been in a relationship before but you couldn't exactly say it was love. Not a genuine, raw form of love, not a deep connection. Just a relationship where you learned about your partner and they learned about you, but that was far as it went. You don't remember feeling like the relationship was special, or like it was meant for you. It was more so another experience, another lesson in your book.
How does it feel to be completely, utterly, disgustingly in love and smitten with someone?
"I'll be back, I'm gonna get a drink." You mutter mid-conversation, getting up from the seat to head back into the kitchen. To your surprise, Wooyoung is there, sorting through some of the drinks set out.
"Oh, hey." Wooyoung gives you a small smile while you silently wait for him to move away from the counter where all the drinks are sittingâ soda, juice and hard alcohol bottles spread across the surface. "Want me to make you something to drink?"
"Um." You softly respond. "It's alright, I was just gonna grab some juice." You point at the pitcher.
"You sure? You aren't driving anyway, right?" He points to Yeosang who is now talking to one of their cousins near the wading pool.Â
"Mmyeah, I came here with Yeo."
"Alright then." He smirks. "I'll make it pretty light, hm?"
"Okay." You smile sweetly at him. You've always had the sweetest smile and Wooyoung does enjoy seeing it, he won't lie. "Thank you, Wooyoung."
"Course." You twiddle with your fingers as you watch Wooyoung make a pretty concoction in a cocktail shaker, pouring in peach schnapps and cranberry juice with a dash of vodka. He transfers the drink into a fresh cup, handing it over with a smile on his face. "Wanna taste it before you go?" You sip on the drink, eyes lighting up at how good it tasted. You weren't exactly a fan of cocktails [or alcohol in general], though you wouldn't turn down a drink or two on some occasions.
"Mm, it's good!" He chuckles.
"Yeah? Kinda pulled the measurements out of my ass but I didn't put too much vodka."
"What're you doing?" Jiwoo walks into the kitchen.
"Listening to Y/N tell me how good my drink is." She looks at you with a brow cocked up.
"You don't have to lie to him." You giggle.
"It's actually good." You hand her your cup to taste the drink. She takes a good sip and nods in approval, shifting her attention to her brother.
"She wouldn't lie to me." Wooyoung winks at you.
"Can you make me one?"
"Nah. Bar's closed now. See what all that doubting does?" Wooyoung puts the lid back onto the vodka bottle before turning on his heel to walk away.
"You're a dick."
"Love you too." He says as he walks outside and returns to his bestfriend, San.
"You okay?" You ask her as she pours some juice into her cup.
"Yeah, I just came in here wondering why it was taking you so long to get juice." You laugh as you follow her back out into the backyard and to Yeosang and Hongjoong.
"Caught your bartending brother before he closed."
"Bartending brother?" Yeosang and Hongjoong both ask.
"Mm, Wooyoung made Y/N a drink and didn't even make me one." They laugh.
"Of course."
"Anyway, do you guys wanna sit at the wading pool? Dip our feet in and watch my family act a fool?"
"Sure. That sounds fun." Yeosang shrugs.
Throughout the rest of the bbq, you, Jiwoo, Hongjoong and Yeosang engage in a few other activities with her cousins besides hanging around the wading pool with her baby cousinsâ karaoke, some rounds of badminton, watching Jiwoo go head to head with her brother and older cousins in beer pong. From time to time, you catch Wooyoung looking over at you, giving off tiny smiles to be friendly. It isn't entirely uncommon, Wooyoung was always nice to you despite the distance. You don't talk much, but he doesn't necessarily treat you like a stranger especially after all these years.
It's a nice thing about him, their familyâ they're there for you.
They're there for you so much that Jiwoo comes up with the most incredible [in her terms] idea while she catches you cheering for Wooyoung during the very last round of beer pong against their cousins. It gets rowdier and rowdier, Wooyoung and his cousins yelling back and forth; their voices echoing into the sky. You try to sink behind Yeosang, jumping at the sudden cheers and random banging.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, it's just a little loud." You scrunch your nose, Yeosang throwing his arm around you to provide some kind of comfort during the round. When evening officially hits, the partying doesn't stop. If anything, it gets a little more rowdy with alcohol running through everyone's system.Â
"Oh, fuck!" Wooyoung says, the beer tipping out of his cup when his cousin rams into him and spilling onto your jeans.Â
"Jung Wooyoung!" You hear his mom yell while his dad laughs alongside of her, nudging her to let it go.
"Oh shit, Y/N. I'm so sorry." He looks at you before glaring at his cousin. "You dipshit, look at what you did!"
"Wooyoung!" Jiwoo yells, dabbing a napkin to the wet spot on your jeans.
"It's okay, Jiwooâ" You try to chime in, but your response gets drowned within the ruckus.
"It's Sebeom's fault, not mine! Why is everyone calling my name!"
"You both are idiots!" She groans, taking another napkin to your leg.
"The hell is the napkin gonna do, Jiwoo?" Wooyoung sets his cup down before gently grabbing your wrist. "Let's go dab some water on that." You silently follow behind, letting Wooyoung politely drag you into the kitchen. He's clearly drunk, fighting with the paper towel roll before he successfully peels off a few sheets and runs it under the water.
"Wooyoung, it's okay. I can always throw it in the wash."
"Still, it'll get sticky and smell like beer in the meantime." He says, crouching down and dabbing the wet towel to the spilled beer on your jeans. "I'm sorry, Y/N. You know how my family gets."
"It's alright." You watch as he pinches the edge of your jeans and tugs it outwards, widening the surface area as he continues to wipe away.Â
"It might look worse at first, but the water will help." He clicks his teeth. "Did it get anywhere else on you?"Â
"Just my left arm but it's fineâ" He stands, albeit a bit wobbly at first, taking another end of the napkin to dab away at the small wet spots on your arm.
"Okay." He says, tossing the tissue away. "Better." He gives you a toothless smile. "Won't do it again."
"Thank you, Wooyoung. It's fine, it's not a big deal. Really."
"As long as I did a better job than Jiwoo." He says, leading you back out to the backyard.
"You made it worse!" Jiwoo yells.
"It gets worse before it gets better! Plus, the beer smell won't be lingering." Wooyoung scoffs. "At least Y/N is grateful for it." As soon as you've settled next to your friends, everyone begins to sing happy birthday to Wooyoung and Jiwoo's parents before digging in for more food and sharing the ginormous cake Jiwoo ordered from a mutual friend. Wooyoung brushes Jiwoo off to the side, determining that he has the best cake-cutting skills between the both of them.
"Here, Y/N. For you." Wooyoung hands you a hefty slice of cake, eyes still glazed over from the alcohol he had been drinking. You watch as he licks the icing from his thumb, shaking his head in ironic approval. "The cake is so good. Thank god Jiwoo got it right for onceâ"
"Wooyoung, shut up!"Â
"Don't start again!" Their mom yells from the other end of the table, yet the two continue to bicker. You, Hongjoong and Yeosang stay out of it and eat away at the cake, continuing to mingle with their family members for the rest of the night until Yeosang feels his social battery dying.
"You ready? We could stay if you want, though." You shake your head.
"I'm good. Let's go say bye to Jiwoo and her parents." He nods. You find Jiwoo first, talking to one of her aunts off to the side. You squeeze her wrist as a signal that you and Yeo are getting ready to leave, her eyes widening. Bottom lip poking out. Whines ready to leave her lips.
"Nooo, you're leaving me? Please take me with you." You laugh and rub her back as you pull away from the hug.
"You'll see me tomorrow. I'll be expecting you to come over."
"First thing in the morning. Leave some room in your bed." Yeosang shakes his head and turns to Hongjoong to bid him farewell.
"Make sure you bring her girlfriend home safely." Hongjoong says seriously, patting Yeosang on the back.Â
"Will do." He nods. You follow Yeosang out towards the front door, clinging onto his sleeve as you navigate the busy house. You almost slip out successfully until Wooyoung pauses in his steps, doing a double-take when he catches you on his way back to the backyard.
"You're leaving?" You nod, chuckling to yourself when you see him drunk-whining just like his sister. "It's early!" He whines a bit. "Were you not gonna say bye to me? I thought we were cool, Y/N."
"Bye Wooyoung." You wrap your arms around his waist as he pulls you into a rough, but tight bear hug. "Bye San." You wave at San, in which he responds with a tiny smile and wave.
"Drive safely!" He calls out before leaving. You finally get out of the house, Yeosang waiting for you by the front door. You're not even gonna lie, you are pretty exhausted already, and you're excited to get washed up to lay in bed and pick up your current read. Jiwoo's family was always fun, so lively and full of energy. They fit so well together, like they were all perfectly molded and crafted as one. They've become like your second family, and you wished you had your own you could be the same with. But, that also goes to say, their parties always leave you exhausted.
When Yeosang gets you home, you thank him for the ride and give him a hug once he's dropped you off at the door. You slowly waddle into the studio, a smile on your face when you see your bed, your nightlightâ the smell of incense still lingering in the room. You quickly hop in the shower and get ready for bed, looking at the big, bright 10:27pm in white on your nightstand clock. You slip into bed, getting cozy under your sheets before grabbing your book. Jiwoo is texting you and Yeosang pictures from today, including ones of her cousins getting crazy during beer pong.
Today was fun. It's over, and it was fun.
Today is not over for Jiwoo, though.
A few of their family members linger around while Jiwoo and her mom continue to clean around the house. She orders her lazy ass brother to haul out the bags of trash to the garbage can and to clean up the remaining mess from the beer pong game out in the backyard. Once all of the cleaning as finished, Jiwoo rushes to the bathroom to beat her brother for a shower. She feels like she can finally relax, finally settle down, finally set her plan in motionâ
"I need you to do me a favor." Jiwoo leans against the doorframe of Wooyoung's old room as he folds his clothes neatly into his duffle bag, grabbing a new pair of clothes to change into once he's showered.
"Depends." He mutters, not taking his eyes off of his bag.
"No, you at least owe me this." He scoffs.
"Nevermind, I need to shower. Come back to me in 3-5 business daysâ"
"You didn't even make me a drink earlier!
"Not my fault you doubted my bartending skills." He furrows his brows. "Plus, I already told you I was getting your car fixed."
"Great, then you can do one more favor for me." Wooyoung sighs as he turns to look at her.
"What, Jiwoo?"
"Can you be Y/N's date to our company's summer party?"
"What?" Wooyoung furrows his brows and lets out a pathetic chuckle. "You're kidding, right?"
"What's that supposed to mean? She's my bestfriend."
"Yeah, clearly. Why can't she find someone else to go with her? Like that guy you two are close with, Yeosang?"
"Um, that's weird." She furrows her brows. "That won't do. If she wanted to go with him, she would've done it a long time ago. You know her. She hasn't gone the past two years, I'm not gonna let her pass up on this one."
"So then go ask your man if he has a friend he can spare?"
"She's not gonna wanna go with any of his friends!"
"Too damn bad."
"You cleaned up her jeans like a saint earlier!"Â
"Because it was the right thing to do! What does that even have to do with this?!"
"Wooyoung." She whines, almost stomping her foot. Wooyoung pauses to look back up at her.
"Even if I agreed, you do know how awkward this might be, right? Not only for me, but for her, too." Wooyoung shrugs. "I know she's been your bestfriend for years but we aren't exactly close like that. We're two very different people. We can't exactly spend a whole evening together. Alone."
"I'll be there with Hongjoong."
"That's what I said. We'd be alone." Jiwoo groans.
"She'd definitely be more comfortable with you than someone else!"
"Doubt that. She's quiet and shy. Very much the opposite of me?"
"Yeah, big ass mouth."
"That can be useful." He smirks, making Jiwoo wince in disgust.
"You're so disgusting, Wooyoung. Maybe I should take this back."
"You really think she'd play along with this?"
"Yes!" Wooyoung squints his eyes.
"You didn't even tell her about this plan, did you?"
"She'll go along with it. Please. I just want her to go and have fun for once."
"Hm." He hums, deep in thought. "Nah."
"Just one night!" Wooyoung sighs.
"No."
"Wooyoung!" She pouts.
"Jiwoo, seriously. Quit."
"You owe me! I've had your back so many times, and I've never asked you for anything else out of the ordinary." He looks at Jiwoo and he actually feels a bit bad about the car situation. And it's true, even though they don't always get along, Jiwoo has always had his back and covered for him when she didn't entirely need to. She's always had his back even when he didn't really deserve it. He subtly nibbles on the inside of his cheek, letting out a deep sigh before shaking his head.
"Whatever. Tell me the details." She squeals and he quickly turns. "And by the way, this is your idea. Not mine. I'm only doing you a favor so you can stop hounding me about the car. It's one night and that's it. If she gets mad, that's all on you."
"Fine. Consider your debt paid." She gives him a small smile. "Thank you."
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"What are you talking about, Jiwoo?"
"I want you to go to the party and have fun." She pouts a bit, brushing your hair away from your face. You furrow your brows at her, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
"But, parties aren't really my thing." You shrug. "And besides, I don't really have anyone to go with. I hate to say it, but I don't wanna show up alone. Everyone has dates they can bring. You have Hongjoong." You look over Jiwoo's shoulder and catch Yeosang talking to his team members at the far end of the room. He catches you looking over, flashing you a small smile before returning his attention to his coworker.
Yeosang was great, no lie. He was a good guy, everyone could see that from miles away. He was smart, diligent, kind, and the biggest team player. He started at the same time as your cohort of new hires, Jiwoo starting a couple of months beforehand. When you saw him in person, you did find him attractive. He was at a good height and well-built, black flowy hair framing his chiseled face. At first, you thought Yeosang was just being nice to you. But, slowly, he'd accompany you to the break room for coffee breaks. Bring you coffee and pastries from another shop on random mornings. Occasional outings to lunch. Until finally, he'd accompany you to casual dinners where it felt a little too serious to be considered casualâ you just didn't wanna dwell on it. Too shy to say anything or bring it up because your brain goes on overdrive and makes you think you're reading into this more than you should.
He was just your friend, being your friend. So you'd like to think.
You weren't really sure what you wanted out of this, but at this moment in time, you felt like Yeosang was good enough as that. If people found out you weren't entirely into him, they'd probably think you're crazy. And you probably are, but as much as you appreciate Yeosang's company and his kindness, you fear you'd be forcing yourself into something with him.
That's not what you think Yeosang deserves.
If anything were to develop, you'd like it to develop naturally. It hasn't yet, so maybe this was a sign that you two were actually better off as friends? You're not good at this whole dating thing, reading into signs and signals.
"I know you don't really wanna go with him either."
"It's not that. I just feel like it'd be awkward and I'd ruin our friendship. It'd feel way too forced for me."
"Y/N, you're gonna have to tell him sooner or later." You shake your head. "Then?"
"Then, I don't know. I just don't know about him. That's why I'm perfectly fine staying home and being away from all of that."
"What if my brother goes with you?" Your eyes widen.
"W-Wooyoung?" She nods. "No, Jiwoo. Is this what this is all about?"
"Look, don't get mad, okay? Just hear me out." You cross your arms as she lets out a breath. "I asked my brother to accompany you to the party and he agreed to go."
"What?!" You say a bit louder than expected. "Is it because he feels bad for me?"
"No! Shh!" Jiwoo furrows her brows at you. "I mean, he also owes me, butâ"Â
"Jiwoo, I'm not a charity case!" You harshly whisper.
"I know, I know! You aren't. I just really want you to go." Truthfully, if this were any other person or circumstance, you'd probably feel a little hurt [even with good intentions]. You'd certainly feel like a charity case, and you'd feel sorry for yourself; especially for having to be set up in this way.
But, you're surprisingly not all that hurt by it.
Again, you know Jiwoo has good intentions and she would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. She does have a pointâ you haven't really gone to any of the big summer parties. You didn't mind it, but now that you think about it, you feel like you can't hide forever. The feeling of missing out settles in the pit of your stomach, and it's awful.
You're probably the only person who ducks out on these things. You're the one to blame for choosing not to be involved and for shielding yourself away from people, any inconvenience, etc. Shielding yourself away from fun, happiness. Life doing its thing.
"Mm yeah." You look at her. "I'm not close to your bother like that, though." It's true despite how he can be in person. Although you and Jiwoo were glued to the hip growing up, Wooyoung had his own group of friends and didn't pay much attention to you and his little sister. You both knew the basics about each other, have gone on trips together, tagged along with Wooyoung when he was the only means of transportation for you and Jiwoo. Why would he be worried about you, anyway? You two were busy fangirling over B2K, young Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You and Sean Patrick Thomas in Save the Last Dance, screaming at the top of your lungs whenever your favorite songs came on and shopping for hours at the same mall almost every weekend.
Not exactly Wooyoung's cup of tea.
Wooyoung was always rough-housing with his friends or going on casual 'dates' with different girls, blasting his 90s music in his room [like Vivrant Thing by Q-Tip, it's his fave] that'd shake Jiwoo's walls and drive her crazy. He had a few relationships that always ended up crazy toxic and you've seen the girls crying over him on their doorstep or throwing shit at his window to grab his attention after days of no communication. Despite that, he's not entirely a bad brother. He did his best to support Jiwoo throughout all her milestones in life, never missing an important event or being there for her when she needed her brother more than anyone else. They bicker and fight. A lot. But, they'd be there for each other in a heartbeat if needed. No question.
"You are, enough! You know he's full of himself and gross." You give her a look.
"Okay, really? That's supposed to make this better?"
"Sorry, kidding. Just my defense mechanism as his sister." She crosses her arms and sighs. "But, Wooyoung isn't exactly a stranger. And knowing my brother, he'd lead the entire time. Just let him accompany you to the party and call it a night! At least you'll be there with me and we can have fun together."
"You're gonna be busy with Hongjoong." You slowly walk back to your desk.
"I'm not. At least not entirely."Â
"Jiwoo." You look at her.
"I won't be too busy with him! I promise." Jiwoo looks at the date on your computer. "It's up to you, Wooyoung already agreed. But, today's the last day to RSVP."
"I feel bad, I told Yeosang I wasn't going."
"This isn't entirely how I'd go about things but hey, he'll see you with my brother. Maybe that'll initiate a talk, and you can tell him you don't want to ruin your friendship."
"Mm." You hum and pull up the email with the RSVP button, not really trying to think about the whole thing too deeply. "I don't have anything to wear."
"It's fine, we'll go shopping soon! We have some time before the party." She softly squeals as she watches you type away and send off your RSVP.
"Jiwoo, I don't know how to get ready for these things. I can't even do my hair and makeup properly."
"Babe. I will help you get this sorted out. Don't even worry. We're gonna have fun! It'll be good. I'm just happy you're finally coming." You give her a small smile.
"I hope it'll be good." Your bottom lip slightly pokes out. "Am I supposed to text your brother and thank him?"
"No. Don't worry about him."
"He's accompanying me to the party, of courseâ"
"Seriously, don't. It'll be fine. I promise."
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"Papa?" You gently open the door and walk in, setting your shoes aside.
"Is that my girl?" Your grandfather comes from around the kitchen, holding two small bowls of rice in his hand. "You made it in time for dinner!"
"I can never miss dinner with you." You giggle, stepping out of your shoes and placing your things down before taking your place at the table. "How was your day today, papa?"
"Good." He sits in front of you with a smile.
"Did you exercise like you promised?"
"Yes." He gives you a look, making you chuckle. Your grandfather was 77 years old and still active, still healthy as can be. When you moved out, you made him promise he'd continue his exercise regimen and that he'd continue to keep himself healthy with wholesome foods. Reading. Going out and exploring the town. After all these years, he's the only one who has taken care of you wellâ having lost your mom and dad at an early age due to illnesses, same thing with your grandma. Despite the adversity, your grandpa made sure to put you first even if he was hurting, if he was tired, if he was stressed. He never took that out on you. He never made you feel like you were a burden, or like there was love lacking under his roof.
It was time for you to do the same.
"Good."Â
"How was the bbq?"
"Good! It was fun. Loud. Chaotic. Per usual at the Jung household." He laughs.
"Sounds like you had a good time." You nod. "How about work?"
"It was okay. It was pretty busy at first, but eventually settled." You avoid contact, digging into your rice when you grab a piece of samgyeopsal sitting in front of you. He watches you closely, seeing how you've gotten quieter in the last few minutes, signaling you were hiding something.
"Did else happen today that's making you watch the rice in your bowl?" You give off a tiny laugh and shake your head.
"Mm, well. Jiwoo convinced me to go to the summer party."
"You're going?" He smiles from ear to ear, happy to hear that you're finally going to enjoy yourself at the summer party you always avoided. He never forced you to do things outside of your comfort zone, but he did wish you'd go and enjoy yourself from time to time. Be happy. Have fun. "Good, I'm happy you're going! Is Jiwoo going with Hongjoong?"
"Mhm!"
"Then.." Papa looks at you with a small smirk. "Are you going with Yeosang?" You shake your head.
"N-no."
"No?" He looks at you, surprised. You've definitely talked to your grandfather about Yeosang and how you were feeling about everything. Even then, he was still surprised you weren't going together as friends.
"I'm going with Wooyoung."
"Jiwoo's brother?" You nod.
"Papa, it's kinda stupid. The way everything happened and how I ended up going."
"Nothing is stupid. Try me. How did you end up with Wooyoung as your date?"
"Well, now I'm gonna sound like a charity case."
"You are not." You give your grandpa a look before stuffing your face with more rice and pork.
"Wooyoung got into a little accident while using Jiwoo's car."
"Is he alright?" You nod.
"Yes, he's okay. Jiwoo is having him cover the car.. but also slipped in another favor." You shyly look up as you continue to nibble on your food, and your grandpa laughs.
"Ah, and that favor is the party, I'm assuming."
"Yeah. It's silly."
"It's not. She's coming from a good place and just wants you there. The whole car thing is unfortunate but for her, seems to be the right stroke of luck to get her bestfriend at the summer party." You giggle.
"I guess you could say that." You sigh. "I'm just worried about Yeosang. I told him I wasn't going and I'm not sure I will."
"You'll just show up with Wooyoung?" You shrug.
"I don't know how to do these things, Papa. I don't wanna hurt him, but I really can't see myself being his date or taking this further. I don't know what to say or how to say it yet."
"Eventually, you're gonna have to, you know that, right? For the sake of your friendship. He seems like a great guy, and I'm sure he'll understand whatever the case is, Y/N."
"I know." You shake your head. "I will. But, not now." Papa nods quietly before eating another spoonful.
"It'll turn out fine, okay? Don't worry about it too much."
"Thank you." You softly smile.
"Anyways, back to Wooyoungâ" He pauses to eat some more. "It's not the most common way to find a date. But, weirdly, I'm glad it happened this way. I want you to go and have fun." You silently look at him. "Life doesn't slow down, you don't get any younger. Take the opportunities no matter how silly it may sound at first. Make more memories."
"I know. I'm just.. I feel awful that Wooyoung even has to go with me. He's probably going to have the worst time."
"Don't say that. He's going with you and the both of you will have fun. Let yourself have fun. Plus, it's Wooyoung. You know him. I'm sure he'll do what he can to make sure you are comfortable."
"I guess so."
"Enjoy, and have fun. Don't worry about anything, promise me that?"
"I'll try."
"That's all I can ask for." Because all he wanted was to see you happy. Genuinely happy in your own skin. Enjoying yourself. Having fun.Â
All he wanted was to see you smile over life again.
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I Don't Need To Know
Summary: Spencer Reid has no choice but to watch the love of his life fall in love with another man.Â
CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI!! This fic is intended for adult audiences. Major character death. HEAVY angst. Bittersweet ending? Graphic depictions of violence (for maybe two lines). Fingering (f receiving). P in v sex/unprotected sex (in terms of a condom, birth control is mentioned). Loss of virginity (both m and f). Creampie (god I hate that word ugh!!). Slight age gap (roughly five years). Argument scene that may be triggering for readers that have experienced SA or manipulation from a partner (nothing of that nature actually happens, but just in case).
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader/afab!reader
A/N: This is inspired by Will He by Joji, so I highly recommend listening to it while reading. I cried several times while writing this, but I felt it needed to be done so here it is. :â)Â Please tell me what you think! If you enjoy it, please like, reblog, and share it with your friends! <3 Thank you and I love you all :) (I also ask that my work not be uploaded to other platforms or translated without my explicit permission. Thank you!)
I got knots all up in my chest⊠Just know, Iâm trying my bestâŠ
Spencer had always found the saying âIf you love something, set it free. If it comes back, itâs yours. If not, it was never meant to beâ absurd. He couldnât fathom willingly letting go of something he loved on the off chance that it would come back to him. Not after having everything heâd ever loved ripped from his clutches throughout his lifetime. To him, love wasnât about releasing someone to see if theyâd return. It was about holding on as though his very survival depended on itâlike a feral cat finally finding food after days of hunger, sinking its teeth in and never letting go, no matter the cost.Â
It wasnât until today that Spencer finally understood the meaning of that stupid phrase. And he wished with every intricate thread of his being that he didnât.Â
Five years. Five long, agonizing years had passed. So why was he here now? Why, after what felt like an eternity of pleading for just one more moment with her, did the universe decide now was the time to give him what he wanted?Â
Ironically, the timing only drove home another phrase heâd always hated: âBe careful what you wish for.âÂ
There she was, as beautiful as the day heâd met her, sitting in the corner of what had once been their favorite cafĂ©. The sunlight streaming through the windows catches on her ring, the enticing glinting of the jewelry drawing his eyes away from her face momentarily. His heart is in his throat. Sheâs still wearing the wedding ring heâd given her, twisting it in the same nervous fashion she always used to.Â
And there across from her is a man that isnât him making her smile.Â
âCause when you look⊠When you laugh⊠When you smile⊠Iâll bring you backâŠ
Spencer Reid had never been a particularly angry man. He had his momentsâwho didnât?âbut he usually considered himself level-headed, patient. But now, watching Y/N hide a bashful smile behind the rim of her mug as she gazed at the man across from her, all Spencer could feel was rage. Raw, unbridled rage. It flared up inside him as her head tipped back, the sound of her laughter crashing over him like a tidal wave, stirring his veins with a violent rush. The same sound heâd yearned to hear again for five fucking years. And it was all because of himâBen.Â
That was his girl. His perfect, beautiful girl. The love of his life. His angel.Â
All Spencer could do was stand there, feeling every broken shard of his non-existent heart pierce his chest.Â
And now Iâm sad⊠And Iâm a mess⊠And now we high⊠Thatâs why I left⊠Thatâs why I leftâŠ
It wasnât meant to be like this. Spencer had never wanted to leave her. But that choice wasnât his to make.Â
That cold, cruel September night six years ago had robbed Spencer of his very existence.Â
Everything that could have gone wrong during that case did. The bullet wasnât meant for him, but he took it anyway. He had traded his life in exchange for JJâs. It wasnât even meant to be heroic. It wasnât done out of love. It was just instinct. Itâs who he was as a person.Â
Was.Â
The word leaves a bitter taste in the back of his throat. Because thatâs his reality now. He was a person; an agent, a professor, a son, a husbandâŠ
Now heâs⊠well, that he didnât quite understand. As a man of science, Spencer was stumped by what he could even call his existence now. Calling himself a ghost felt sillyâhe felt as alive as the day heâd died. And yet, that was essentially what he was. A whisper of the person heâd once been. A soul caught between worlds.Â
Spencer could still feel the exact moment his soul wrenched free from its physical tether to the world. Even recalling it sent a shiver down his spine. It hadnât been peaceful, as so many people claimed in interviews. No⊠it had been agony in its purest form; white hot and searing as his very essence clawed its way out from his ribs. There was no light waiting for him to step into it and find peace.
Instead, he had watched helplessly as the team he called his family swarmed his dead body, uselessly screaming for a medic as the crimson puddle underneath him grew and smeared beneath their hands as they knelt beside him. He had watched Y/N swing open their door that fateful night, the excited grin on her face vanishing as she came face to face with a tearful Emily instead of the husband sheâd been eagerly waiting for. And he had watched the guilt eat away at JJ as their eyes met at his funeral, the hatred on Y/Nâs face so raw it made Spencerâs own stomach twist.Â
Despite the Bureau's insistence, she took charge of every detailâplanning his funeral in a way that honored everything Spencer would have wanted. Y/N held Diana as she wept over her baby boy's body. She delivered a eulogy that left even Spencer in shambles. She was the first person to arrive and the last to leave, waiting until everyone had left to sink to her knees beside his casket and howl her grievances.Â
For that first year, Y/N was as strong as she could be during the day. She handled everything that needed to be done, as long as the sun was still up. But when night fell, and the suffocating silence of their empty home settled in⊠thatâs when sheâd finally let herself break.Â
Spencer had never been a religious man, but the year after his death felt like an endless descent into his own personal hell. He would never escape the sound of those gut-wrenching screams. He cursed whatever force had condemned him to an eternity where he could do nothing but watch, powerless as Y/N crumpled to the floor night after night, her wails so desperate it seemed as though she thought breaking the sound barrier might somehow bring him back to life.Â
All he could do was stay beside her, silently pleading for his touch to somehow reach her, his hands brushing over her again and again, unnoticed and unfelt.Â
Time was no longer a concept to Spencer.Â
The limits of his existence perplexed him. He couldnât roam freely, couldnât go where he pleasedâhe could only follow where Y/N went. It was as if his very soul was bound to hers, linked by some invisible string that kept him tied to her even in death. It brought him both joy and sorrow: joy in the fact that he could still watch her, still admire the way she carried on, and sorrow because she would never know he was there, silently urging her forward, so incredibly proud of her strength.Â
The longer he lingered, the more control he gained over his abilities. It started with the smallest thingsâa strand of hair lifting with the brush of his fingers, a faint chill against her skin as he cradled her face while she slept. But soon, it became more. Doors creaked open as he stepped into rooms behind her, and objects shifted ever so slightly from their places when he pushed with just enough force.Â
There were times when she seemed to sense himâmoments Spencer cherished more than anything. In those fleeting instances, it felt as though she could see him, even though he knew she couldnât. Every day, rain or shine, she visited his grave, and when she spoke to him, her gaze would drift forward, as if she were looking into the honey-colored eyes she once loved. Her hands would rest open in her lap, as though she knew he was holding them. When she was home, sheâd speak aloud every thought that came to mind, as though she knew he could hear every word that fell from her perfect lips. And he always responded as if she could hear him in return. That was their new life for the first year after his death.Â
After a year and one day, he was gone.Â
Thatâs where his understanding of the phrase âIf you love something, set it free. If it comes back, itâs yours. If not, it was never meant to beâ came from. It was because she had set him free.Â
One whole year had passed. The hardest year of Y/Nâs life. She had knelt by his grave, laying fresh flowers with trembling hands, her tears falling freely for hours. When she finally stood to leave, her legs unsteady beneath her, she pressed a soft kiss to his headstone. Through her tears, she whispered how much she missed him, how he never left her thoughts, and how sheâd never stop loving himâbut above all, she wished he could be at peace. And on the night following the anniversary of his passing, her wish was granted. He had faded into nothingness, existing only in her dreams and memories for five long years.Â
But now, he was back. Because he had always been hers.Â
Will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips? Will your shadow remember the swing of my hips?Â
Spencer remembered their first time like it was yesterday, though he wasnât sure if he could thank his eidetic memory or the fact that it was because of how remarkable it had been for the memory lingering so vividly...
âYouâre lying! Youâve really never had sex before?âÂ
Y/N squawked the words incredulously as she sat atop Spencerâs lap, grinning down at the stammering mess of a man beneath her. Spencerâs hands flexed against her hips, unintentionally squeezing as he took a deep breath to calm himself.Â
They were inside Spencerâs apartment, having enjoyed the museum and dinner but still craving each otherâs company too badly to end the night there. What started as sweet, innocent pecks pressed up against the kitchen counter had quickly devolved into ravenous, passionate kisses that had them stumbling towards the couch. It was going so well⊠until Spencer panicked after Y/N had whispered into his ear asking how far he wanted things to go.Â
That resulted in him spewing out the fact that he, at twenty-six years old, was a virgin.
âNo, I havenât! Why is that so hard to believe?â Spencer huffs, his small smile belying his annoyed tone.Â
It was their sixth date total in a span of four months, but it was their first date as an actual couple. Spencer had reluctantly agreed to let Penelope set him up on a blind date after his failed attempt at taking JJ out had shattered any of the confidence heâd built up, leaving the man petrified of taking his chances romantically again. He suspected Penelopeâs pity for him was why she was setting up said date to begin with, but he quickly found himself grateful that he went.Â
Y/N had been friends with Penelope for years, having bonded online over some indie punk rock band that was no longer around and developing a close friendship from there despite their age difference. When Penelope found out Y/N had moved to Virginia and was single, she couldnât resist setting the two up.Â
Itâs Y/Nâs turn to stammer as she quickly thinks of a response. âI, uh⊠youâre just so handsome that I naturally assumed youâd had sex before.âÂ
Spencer blinks up at her skeptically, trying to detect even the faintest clue that the otherworldly woman in his lap was lying to him. All he found was nervous adoration as she stared back down at him, her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink. It suited her. He wanted to cause it more often.Â
âI had, um⊠I graduated super early from both high school and college, so I didnât do much dating.âÂ
Instead of the judgment Spencer expected to see spread across her face, Y/N simply just hummed in understanding, her eyes curious as they watched him. Heâd elaborate more on his unfortunate (for lack of a better term) adolescence later. For now, he just wanted to keep from scaring the poor girl off of his lap so he could taste her sweet chapstick again.Â
âI seeâŠâ Y/N murmurs before continuing, shifting forward slightly with a smirk. âIâll let you in on a little secret. Iâm also a virgin.âÂ
Spencerâs eyes widened almost comically as he gawked up at her. His heart stutters in his chest, his mouth going dry. His tongue pokes out in a meek attempt at wetting his lips, his voice cracking as he responds.Â
âEt tu, Y/N?âÂ
Oh fuck. Spencer hadnât meant to let the lame reference slip from his mouth. She just made him so nervous that he couldnât think straight, and Rome had been heavily on his mind since she had perched herself in his lap. Specifically Roman goddesses, because she looked like she should be amongst them on their thrones. Surely she was going to leave nowâ-
Loud, genuine laughter bubbles from Y/Nâs lips, the noise startling Spencer as she tips her head back and her hands grip his shoulders to stabilize herself. She thought it was funny. She thought he was funny.Â
âThatâs, like, the last thing I expected you to say,â Y/N managed once her laughter had simmered down into giggles. âBut, to answer your question⊠I too have really never had sex before.âÂ
Spencer knew that it wasnât due to a lack of suitors. The woman was sex personified; the archetype of beauty and seduction wrapped into one perfect being. The twitching in his pants brought his attention back to the situation at hand. He could ask her later why that was. For now, he brought his focus back to her.Â
In an uncharacteristically bold move, Spencer tilted his head up to brush their noses together. âWould you⊠would you want to?âÂ
It didnât take a profiler to notice the hitch in her breath or the almost imperceptible squeezing of her thighs around his hips. Her pupils were already blown, her lower lip trembling from what Spencer prayed was anticipation and not regret as his question settled over her. The silence stretched between them, the seconds feeling like hours in Spencerâs overly anxious mind.Â
Heâd done it now. Heâd gone off and opened his stupid mouth and frightened the one woman he could actually see himself having a future with because the head straining against his zipper overruled the head housing his supposed genius level IQ. The apologies were already forming in the back of his throat, but they werenât needed because sheâ she was kissing him?Â
âGod, yes. Please,â Y/N murmured eagerly against his lips, effectively clearing every cohesive thought from his brain.Â
If Spencer thought her words were enough to bring upon his undoing, he was sorely mistaken. The grinding of her hips against his erection ignited something inside of him that he had no idea existed. It was feral, drowning out all of his other emotions and replacing them with one thing: primal, unfiltered desire.Â
Spencer understood now why men used to start wars over women.Â
With each gasp that fell upon his ears, Spencer pledged his allegiance to her. Every stuttered moan that came into existence from his hips rutting up into her clothed core fueled his devotion to her. It was animalistic, the way his hands gripped her ass and pulled her tighter against his body as his mouth devoured her now, every cell swimming through his veins screaming for more. More of her touch, more of her taste, more of her sounds... God, those heavenly sounds that had Spencer finally believing in salvation, if only in the form of her skin against his. Â
Tongues danced together as layers were hastily stripped away. Layers of insecurity. Layers of self-doubt. Layers of uncertainty. Their clothes fell to the ground as though the fabric burned them, clumsy hands fidgeting with buttons and tugging at zippers with a vendetta.Â
Those layers that had crumbled so easily were replaced instead with the firm knowledge that this was exactly where they were meant to be: in each otherâs arms, trembling and panting as their worldâs trajectory tilted so violently it uprooted them from their upright position, knocking them down against the leather cushions as their bodies attempted to mend their separated souls back into one.Â
Spencer choked on the words he wanted to worship her with, so instead he used the most primitive sense he could to get his message across: touch. His lips sucked purpling reminders into the crook of her neck of what they both knew to be true now: He is hers just as much as she is his. Lithe fingers tugged the soaked fabric of her lace panties down until they landed in a heap with their other clothes. Those same fingers pause at the crest of her most intimate spot, his eyes meeting hers with a silent plea.Â
Y/N found herself in the same position, her words failing her as they were strangled in her throat by the overwhelming adoration she felt for the man hovering above her. Instead of chanting her desire for Spencer to please touch her, she canted her hips up in approval.Â
Her moans were swallowed by swollen lips that claimed the sound straight from her body as nimble fingers dug themselves into the deepest parts of her. Their rhythm was clumsy but steadfast, her hips bucking against his hand in jerky movements as the palm of his hand pressed against her clit. Spencerâs own hips ground against the bare skin of her thigh, shielded only by the immature fabric of his equation-covered boxers.Â
Spencer hadnât for a second thought the night was going to go like this. If he had known heâd have the definition of art itself clawing at his shoulders and panting into his mouth while he made her legs tremble beneath him, he wouldnât have worn what he deemed his lucky boxers. At least they had done their job, he supposed.Â
Their lips separated completely as a guttural moan wrenched its way from Y/Nâs throat, her body beginning to thrash wildly underneath him as the tension in her lower belly coiled tighter. Spencer wouldnât allow her first time to happen on his couch. She was much too precious for that. But heâd already made the decision to unravel her at least once while they were there, to bring her over the edge before taking her into his bedroom so that he could experience the glorious sight of her falling apart more than once tonight.Â
Spencer was a virgin, not a prude. Heâd seen porn before. Heâd read erotic novels. Anything he could use to try to prepare himself for the real experience, he did. But nothing could have prepared him for the downright visceral reaction Y/N had as his fingers curled and brushed against the rough patch of skin inside of her that caused the tension building in her body to snap. Her cries of pleasure tore through him as her pussy clenched around his fingers, his free hand leaving its place beside her head to keep her thighs pried open. He quickly shifted up onto his knees to watch her taking his fingers as she came, taking the pleasure he inflicted upon her.Â
He sang her praises while slowing his pace, cooing softly at her as he stroked her hair and worked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm. Only when she was squirming and whining beneath him did he finally remove his fingers, sucking them into his mouth greedily. Y/Nâs mouth gaped open as her chest heaved, her eyes locked on Spencer as his tongue lapped over his fingers, enjoying her essence with a groan. Her body sagged into the couch, a delighted laugh spilling from her exhausted frame as she smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling in the dim light of his living room.Â
âDo you still want to keep going?â Spencer breathed as he gazed down at her, his cheeks flushed and eyes full of something that made Y/N's heart flutter. âB-because we can stop there if you want. I just⊠I want to do what makes you happy.âÂ
Above her was the man sheâd recognized, soft and timid, but now with a newfound air of confidence in his eyes that hadnât been there before. Above her was the man that she wanted more than anything. Above her was the man that she knew, without a shadow of doubt, would be her husband.Â
âSpencer⊠if you donât fuck me right now, then Iâll die a virgin, right here on your couch... and it will be all your fault.âÂ
Spencerâs hearty chuckles filled the room, his nose twitching as he grinned down at the dramatic woman. He simply couldnât let that be her fate, could he?Â
Shaking his head, he stooped down to press a gentle kiss to her nose before standing from the couch, offering her his (clean) hand. Y/Nâs face twisted in confusion as she stared up at him, still reeling from the earth-shattering orgasm surprisingly given to her by the same man whoâd eagerly rambled about the lore behind Doctor Who on their first date when sheâd mentioned she hadnât seen it.Â
âNot here, silly girl. The bedroom,â He whispered.Â
He guided her down the dark hallway as though he were escorting the most priceless treasure known to man to his bed, and in his eyes, he was. His hand stayed steady on her hip as she swayed lightly, her body pressed into his side as he opened the door with shaky hands. Any confidence Spencer had managed to muster throughout the night vanished as they crossed the threshold into his bedroom, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip gently as his courage began to crack.Â
In an almost startling display of being seen, something Spencer had never experienced before, Y/N looped her arms around his neck and tugged him into a kiss that simultaneously stole the breath from his lungs and filled him with the air he needed to breathe again, effectively calming his nerves.
âItâs okay,â She reassured him against his lips. âItâs just me.âÂ
She walked them backward until the backs of her knees pressed into his cool comforter, taking over where Spencer so willingly handed her the reigns while he regained his momentum. She sat on the edge of his bed, her hands pressed into his hips to keep him from following after her. Her eyes met his, the moonlight streaming through his bedroom window illuminating her as though she were a vision, a figment of his imagination that heâd conjured up in the dead of night, ready to haunt his every waking moment once he inevitably woke up to an empty bed. She was too good to be true.Â
Spencerâs hands fell to rest on her shoulders, just to give himself proof that Y/N was real and that he hadnât dreamed her up or somehow followed in his motherâs footsteps and succumbed to early onset schizophrenia.Â
She was real and she was here, eye level with the tent in his boxers and naked as the day she was born, her warm breath fanning across the smattering of hair trailing down from his belly button to below his underwear. His muscles tensed and twitched as she smirked up at him, pressing a tender kiss to the head of his cock through the thin fabric. His entire body flinched from that one touch, his brows furrowing together as he hissed quietly.Â
âN-not that I wouldnât love to feel your mouth on meââ Spencerâs pitch raised as her hands found the elastic of his waistband, pulling his boxers down his legs. âBut I⊠I wonât last if you do.âÂ
The fondness in her eyes quelled any humiliation he felt from having uttered those words.Â
Placing a kiss to his hip, she nodded in understanding before shuffling backwards to lay in the middle of his bed, with him kneeling onto the mattress after her. The sight of herâ stretched out and languid and looking at him as if she wanted to ravage himâ had him sending up a silent âthank youâ to whatever in the universe had deemed him worthy enough of having this divine of a woman in his life.Â
As Spencer reaches for his nightstand to grab a condom, Y/N stammers, grabbing his attention. He watches for a moment as she flounders over her words, his brow furrowing in concern at her sudden diffidence.Â
âAre you sure you still want to do this?â
âIâm on birth control if you want to skip the condom!âÂ
Spencer inhales sharply at the same time she smiles sheepishly up at him, her blurted words almost making him finish before theyâd even started. He holds her gaze, tracing her irises for any hint of hesitancy. When he finds none, he nods once, swallowing hard.Â
âIâ uh. Um...âÂ
It was rare that Spencer Reid was rendered speechless, but Y/N had managed to do it with just eleven words. He clears his throat, trying again.Â
âYes. Yes, I would like to skip the condom. Only if youâre absolutely sure thatâs what you want.âÂ
âYes. It is. I pinky promise.âÂ
Y/N holds up her pinky for him, the sight so endearing he can practically feel his heart melt away, dripping in a sticky mess inside him. He just grins, linking his pinky with hers before he moves to settle over her once more.Â
Her fingers tangle themselves in his hair as his elbows dig into the mattress beside her ribs. The flushed head of his cock bumps against her clit as he reaches down to line himself up at her entrance, a small whine leaving her lips at the sensation. He repeats the action, dizzy from the sound of her soft noises. She was still soaked from their time on the couch, a small feeling of pride welling in Spencerâs chest at the knowledge that not only did he make her cum, but heâd kept her wet while they made it here.Â
His lips meet hers in a searing kiss, the both of them quivering with anticipation at giving themselves so intimately to someone for the first time. He was happy it was her. And she was happy it was him.Â
Spencer couldnât remember a time where his mind had ever been quiet. All he knew was incessant thoughts and worries, unable to put a halt to the chaos jumbling around his brain. But as he pressed forward and sunk into Y/N for the first time, his entire mind went blank. White static crowded the spaces where various facts and tidbits of information had been stored, the only thing he was able to focus on now being the sheer ecstasy coursing through his body from being inside of her.Â
His mouth hung open as his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips stilling as they pressed flush against hers. She mirrored his response, squeaking out an âoh!â as her walls fluttered around the intrusion instinctively. He throbbed in response, his head dropping to rest in the crook of her neck, unable to stop the pitiful whimper that escaped from behind clenched teeth.Â
She was so tight. So wet. So warm.Â
Sparks of pleasure zinged up and down his spine as he remained still, waiting patiently for Y/N to adjust to both his size and to the feeling of being filled for the first time in general. Heâd wait as long as she needed him to. All he wanted was for her to feel good. To enjoy this as much as he was.Â
He was a humble man, truly. But even he wasnât too shy to admit heâd been gifted with a size that was bigger than average. Not necessarily just in length, falling just shy of seven inches, but in girth as well. Â
Spencer peppered soft kisses up and down her flushed skin, feeling her rapid pulse beneath his lips. He was sure she could feel his own heartbeat pounding against his ribs from where their bare chests were pressed together. Her nipples were taut, pressing into his skin enticingly. He wanted to touch them. Taste them. But heâd wait until she was ready. He didnât want to overwhelm her.Â
At her gentle nod, Spencer lifted his head to press his forehead against hers, their lips brushing together as he pulls his hips back. The sensation of her grip tightening in his hair as he pushed forward does more to him than heâd care to admit, but he still lets her hear just how affected he is by her. With a shaky moan, Spencer repeats the motion, easing out of her before gently rocking back into her. He keeps this up for a few minutes, her sharp breaths dissolving into muted moans of her own.Â
âYou canâ you can move faster if y-you want.âÂ
Spencerâs eyes flutter shut at her words, and heâs pressing a fervent kiss to her lips before he begins to really move. The sound of skin smacking together begins to fill the air as he ruts his hips into hers, his walls bearing witness to every pleasured noise that spills between them. His pace is frenzied, his rhythm stuttered, but it feels so good that neither of them really care.Â
Y/Nâs nails roamed his body now, alternating between dragging harsh lines into the planes of his back and burying into his shoulders to leave little tender half moons in their wake. Spencer yearned to pull every single noise that he could from her throat, planting his hands beside her head and hefting himself up for better leverage before his lips wrapped around her right nipple. He sucks harshly at the pert bud, reveling in the desperate whimper it causes.Â
Spencer grunts when she clenches around him, letting his mouth glide over to her neglected breast, his hips hammering into hers now as she cries out his name over and over. He was close⊠so, so close. But he needed to make her cum one more time before heâd allow himself to. He needed to know what it felt like for her to fall apart around his cock. With every ounce of willpower he had, Spencer slows his hips to a stop inside of her.Â
Y/N whined her discontent at his sudden pause, her eyes opening to blink hazily up at him. âWhyâd you⊠whyâd you stop?â She panted, her fingers finding and twisting her own nipples as if she couldnât help but to touch herself.Â
Spencer muffled a curse at the sight, sitting back on his haunches as he stared down at the woman beneath him with reverence.Â
âFlip onto your stomach for me, angel.â
She does as instructed, wiggling her hips coyly as Spencer grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffs it underneath her hips to prop her up better, ensuring sheâd be comfortable. Once sheâs settled on her front, Spencer wasted no time in pressing himself back into her, both of them releasing a moan so loud heâs surprised the walls donât shake. Thank God he didnât have neighbors right now.Â
He eased himself down so his chest is pressed to her back, lavishing her neck and shoulder in open mouthed kisses while his hips drilled into her. This angle was deeper, allowing him to plow directly into her g-spot as she writhed and begged incoherently beneath him. He laced his left hand with hers, shoving them into his mattress. His other hand stuffed itself between the pillow and her wriggling body until the pads of his fingers found her clit, his breath coming out in sharp pants into her ear.Â
Y/N felt delirious with pleasure, bucking her hips back in a feeble attempt to meet his. He began whispering into her ear about how good she felt around him, thanking her for allowing him to fuck her, praising her for taking him so wellâŠÂ
His words paired with his fingers circling her clit have her second orgasm ripping through her body with so much ferocity that tears begin to fall down her cheeks, her eyes squeezing shut and her hand clutching his so tightly her knuckles whitened as she wailed into a pillow, gushing around him.Â
Spencer let out his own guttural moan at the feeling, spilling into her with a shout as he planted his head between her shoulder blades, his hips weakly thrusting into her as they rode out their climaxes.Â
He held her until her tremors stopped. He kissed her forehead before he darted off to the bathroom to get a warm rag to clean her with. He thanked her in soft whispers as her eyes began to drift shut before heâd even finished cleaning his mess between her thighs.Â
And he knew, watching the gorgeous woman before him sleep so soundly in his bed after theyâd just defiled each otherâs innocence, that he was looking at his future wife.Â
Will your lover caress you the way that I did? Will you notice my charm if he slips up one bit?Â
The air was thick with tension as Y/N stared at Ben, her chest heaving and eyes watering at the hurt look on his face. Spencer watched from the corner, his concern for his wife outweighing the jealousy he had previously felt when he watched the couple slip into herâ though he still selfishly thought of it as theirâ bed. Y/N had been dating Ben for three months now. That made for three months that Spencer ached so heavily heâd sometimes wish he could fade back into nothingness if it meant he didnât have to watch the love of his life with another man.Â
The furthest Ben and Y/N had gone physically was a few pecks here and there, with Y/N always being the one to draw away and cut the kisses short. Ben had played the nice guy act, reassuring her that he understood her hesitance and that heâd be okay doing whatever she was comfortable with. Spencer despised him. He could see right through Benâs facade, and if he could do more than nudge a door open, heâd make that hatred known. But he couldnât.Â
Spencer watched on with furrowed brows as Y/N reached a shaky hand over and turned the lamp on her nightstand on, illuminating the dark room in a soft glow that contrasted with the dark energy that began to cloud the small space. Spencer could see it all on Benâs face: hurt, betrayal, anger. He could see the fear, guilt, and shame on Y/Nâs.Â
This was the first night Y/N had tried to push past her discomfort so that she could offer Ben more than just false promises of physical intimacy. It started slow, with soft kisses that dissolved into hungrier ones as they laid together in the dark. But the second Ben went to roll on top of her, sliding a hand down her body to pull her hips against his, she panicked. Her body jolted, and her hands had shot out instinctively to shove him off of her, leaving them where they were now in some sort of silent standoff.Â
Spencer knew as soon as it had happened just why it did. She had thought of him. His guilt overruled the smug pleasure heâd felt as he watched it unfold. As painful as it had been watching Y/N move on with her life, all he ultimately wanted was for her to be happy. Spencer had been barely thirty-five when he passed, and she had only been thirty. That left almost an entire lifetime ahead for her, and even though he so desperately wanted to have lived that lifetime with her, he had to accept that that wasnât what fate had in store for them.Â
âI-Iâm sorry-â
âWhat the fuck is your problem?âÂ
Spencerâs jaw tightened at the same time Y/Nâs dropped.Â
âExcuse me?â Y/N leveled Ben with a narrowed glare, rage flashing in her eyes in place of the shame that had just been there.Â
âI get that you have a dead husband. Iâve tried to be patient with you. But fuck! It's been six years, Y/N. Itâs time for you to move on,â Ben seethes, his face reddening with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. âI canât even touch you without you flinging me off of you!âÂ
Itâs as though Y/N is the exact physical embodiment of Spencerâs own emotions, physically reacting in the way that he canât. She was out of the bed before Spencer could even blink, marching over to the bedroom door and yanking it open. Ben watches in bewilderment, his mind clearly not catching up with what was happening.Â
âGet out of my fucking house.âÂ
Y/Nâs voice is cold as she stares menacingly at Ben. When he doesnât move, she speaks again, her voice louder. âGet out of my fucking house, Ben!âÂ
Ben stammers, standing from the bed and attempting to plead his case. âBabe, Iâm sorry. I didnât mean that, I just-â
âI donât care. Get out of my house,â Y/N repeats herself, cutting off his pathetic excuses.Â
Spencer smirks proudly from beside her.
 Thatâs his girl.Â
Ben sighs, hanging his head and scrubbing his hands frustratedly across his face.Â
âIf you kick me out over some guy thatâs been dead for six years, then weâre over. For good.âÂ
Spencer cackles at Benâs proposition, though it canât be heard by either party in the room. That was his attempt at fixing things? Seriously? Good riddance. Heâd drag the guy out of there himself if he could.Â
âIf I havenât made myself clear, weâre already over. No one talks about my husband like that. Now get out before I call the police and have you escorted off of my property.âÂ
It doesnât take long after that for Ben to tuck his tail and leave, slamming the front door on his way out. Y/Nâs steam runs out the second his car pulls out of her driveway, tears streaming down her face as she curls up on her couch.Â
Spencerâs own chest twinges uncomfortably as he sits beside her, stroking her hair despite her inability to actually receive the comfort. He didnât know what hurt more; watching his beautiful, broken girl sob and not being able to stop her tears, or being the cause of the tears himself. He had to do something, anything to let her know he was still there and that he still loved her beyond death.Â
The same time Spencer stands is the same time Y/Nâs tears pause, a hiccup rocking her frame before she glances up.Â
âSpence?â Y/N calls softly. Spencerâs heart would have stopped right there had he not already been dead.
Spencer turns slowly from his place at the end of the couch, his eyes wide and hopeful as he responds. âYes, angel?âÂ
His hope fades as he realizes she isnât looking at him, rather her eyes are just darting around the room.Â
âSpencer I⊠I know itâs been awhile since Iâve talked to you. And for that, Iâm so sorry,â Y/N starts, her voice cracking. âI donât know if you can even hear me. Or if you ever could. But I miss you. I miss you in my bones. I just⊠you wereâ are my everything.âÂ
The lump in her throat grows as the tears begin to stream down her face again. Spencerâs own eyes sting with tears that sheâll never see drip down his face. He swallows hard, making his way over to theirâ yes, theirâ bookshelf.Â
âIâd give anything to have you back in my arms⊠I should have begged you to leave the BAU and just teach full-time if it meant I could still have you here, safe and at home. Itâs not even a home without you.âÂ
Y/N sobs freely now, tucking her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them before she buries her head into them.Â
Every ounce of grief, guilt, sadness, and anger from what his death has done to his precious girl fuels Spencer to do something he deemed impossible: he yanks the leatherbound notebook holding their vows inside of it off of the bookshelf, sending it tumbling to the ground in a desperate attempt to show her that heâs still there and that he still loves her.Â
The noise causes a yelp to slip from Y/Nâs lips, her head jerking up as the book hits the hardwood floor with a loud thump. It had fallen open exactly to where Spencer wanted it to: the page starting his vows to her. Y/N crawled from the couch to the book, her trembling hands lifting the journal so that she can read the words her husband wrote to her ten years ago. With a deep exhale, she sits cross-legged on the hardwood floor, reading Spencerâs chicken scratch he called handwriting with a heavy heart. And for the first time since his casket closed, she feels a sense of peace wash over her. She was going to be okay, despite it all, because he was hers just as much as she was his.
Continued A/N: Ahh!! Ghost!Spencer my beloved. :') JUST TO CLARIFY: I am not a JJ hater!! It just fit better for the story to have her be the one this all happened for. I hope you guys enjoyed reading this fic just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I look forward to sharing more in the future with you as my blog grows <3
K <3
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Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader
Summary: Leon fucks you on his motorcycle. That's it. This is just pwp
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, pwp, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, bit of fingering, bit of a handjob, exhibitionism, praise kink, bit of an innocence kink, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, no use of y/n
I wrote this with vendetta Leon in mind, but it can be whichever, but older leon fits better. Reader is also at least 25.
WC: 2.1k
A/N: I'm self indulging with Leon. Also, say it blew the fuck up and I was not expecting that, so tysm!! This one is for my Leon whores. Enjoy the pure filth :)
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You knew damn well you should have known better than to listen to him when he oh so innocently suggested you wore a dress for your date. Spring had come fast and the weather was so nice for you to show off that one pretty sundress you brought early in the fall but had never actually worn. And it drove him absolutely insane to see you in pretty dresses. It gave him more room to work, he thought.
But oh sweet, naive you. So trusting of everything your boyfriend said to you.
But the minute you realized you were getting on his motorcycle and not his Jeep Wrangler, you immediately knew you were in for a long ride. And the borderline sinful smirk he flashed you as he handed you your helmet did not help ease the twist in your stomach.
Still, you wouldn't say no to anything he asked, if he wanted to use his motorcycle you would go to your date in his motorcycle. If anything, it made you more eager. And rightfully so, Leon would move one of his gloved hands on one of your thighs at every red light or stop sign, squeezing and tracing his fingers over your bare skin. Goosebumps would rise on your skin. You would hold him tight, both arms tightly wrapped around his torso, your chest flat against his back the entire ride. He didn't mind, if anything he found it endearing that you held on so tight.
But if he was going to tease you, so were you.
You were coming to a red light, so you oh so innocently moved your hands from his front to sneak underneath his leather jacket and t-shirt, cold fingers brushing over his warm skin. You felt him flinch ever so slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Good thing he was at a red light, because he had to close his eyes to keep his composure.
"What are you doing?"
You heard his low somber voice through the Bluetooth in your helmet. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling and simply shrugged, but your hands stayed inside his shirt, now moving down to trace over his v-line, stopping at the hemline of his boxer briefs. You heard him groan as one of his hands came to grip your thigh.
"'M not doing anything." You eventually said. You gasped softly when you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh.
"You're going to stop that, right now." He breathed through his nose, using that authoritative and commanding voice that only made you wetter. You swallowed, stilling your hands, but never actually removed them from under his shirt. Another heavy breath. "Take your hands out of my fucking shirt before I park on the side of the street and rearrange your insides right then and there."
The sound that came out of your mouth right then and there was pathetic. It made Leon chuckle. Oh his sweet girl, always such a whore for him. But you did listen, and your hands immediately returned to the front of him.
"That's a good girl." He hummed in approval, the light finally turning green, and he gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before his hand returned to the handle. "We're almost there, be good and you'll get what you want."
You had a satisfied smile on your face the rest of the ride. But you probably should've known that your little stunt was going to cost you because the next time you came to a stop you were at a cliff that overlooked the city at the end of an otherwise empty road with a dead-end.
You frowned softly, taking your helmet off your head and looked around with a confused look. Leon had already gotten off the bike, helmet off, and had kicked the stand but never actually turned off the bike.
"Leon..?"
"Y'know, I actually had a date planned. I was gonna take you to dinner, then here because I know just how much you love to see the city at night, however," he bit his lip softly, grabbing your hips and forcing you to face him, your legs dangling off his bike while you were still sitting on it. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Because you're such a greedy whore and you can't seem to wait, I'm gonna fuck you stupid on my bike, and you're gonna take it, yeah?"
God, the things this man would make you do, the things he would make you want. He was a bad influence, but fuck, you loved it.
"Yes. Yes please." There was no hesitation, just need and desperation. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, his pale blue eyes filled with the same need.
"Mhmm of course that's what my pretty girl wanted, you just wanted my cock huh?" He had this filthy grin on his face as he moved his hands down to your thighs, "Spread your legs for me baby."
You bit your lip softly and did as he asked, he wasted no time in ripping your panties down your legs until they hung from one ankle. He smiled as he gripped your jaw with one hand as he peeled the fingerless glove off the other with his teeth before slipping it under your dress. You gasped, blood rushing to your face when you felt his fingers brush over your clit. Leon opened his eyes in surprise as he dragged his fingers down to your entrance and wetness instantly coated his fingers.
"Oh sweet girl, you're already so wet for me." He chuckled softly, leaning down to crash his lips against yours, capturing the moan he pulled from you as he slowly pushed in two of his fingers. "Mhmm."
"Please Leon. I want you so bad. Please." You mumbled against his lips, fingers gripping his hair as you bucked your hips against his hand.
"I know, baby. I'll give you what you want, don't worry." He hummed as he continued to work you with his fingers as he undid his belt with the other. With shaky hands, you helped him unzip his jeans and pull his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.
With a soft hiss, he removed his fingers from you and pumped himself a couple times, coating himself in your slick before he hiked up one of your legs over his torso, spreading you out for him as he slowly slid into you. You eyes instantly fluttered shut and your head felt back as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, making sure you felt every inch.
"Mhmm fuckâŠ" A soft whimper left your mouth as you threw your arms over his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself upright, and then as you opened your eyes, you remembered you were in fact, out in the open, "Fuck. Shit, Leon. Do you think someone will drive by?"
"So what? I'm deep enough for you to feel me in your stomach and you're worried someone will see?" He laughed mockingly, not in the slightest bit worried about it. If anything the idea of getting caught made him want to fuck you even more. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his as he snapped his hips forward, "Let 'em see."
God, you'd be lying if you said the idea didn't make you wetter. Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around him when he said it. He moaned in response, fingers tangling around the hair at the back of your head as he gave you another punishing thrust.
"Mhmm yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like it if someone saw you all sprawled out on my bike, dripping wet, and getting fucked stupid by your older boyfriend? Yeah you would." He was pounding into you harder and harder, each word spoken in between moans and groans.
"What would they think huh? Such a sweet innocent girl letting her older boyfriend use her like this? Goddamn baby, I've ruined you." He pulled your face close to his, foreheads touching as he watched the utterly fucked out look on your face and the sound of your dripping cunt slapping against him.
"Yes! Fuck yes. Only you can do this to me." You cried out, any and all worries about getting caught long gone, and all you could think about was the aching feeling in your belly, and the flash of heat that was rapidly approaching.
"Mhm, that's right, pretty girl. Such a greedy whore, just for me." He moaned the praise, free hand scrunching up your dress to your waist as he held you on the seat that still vibrated through you as he kept pounding into you. And you happily took everything he had to give you like that was all you were meant to do in this world. Be at the mercy of your gorgeous boyfriend.
"Please Leon," You were holding on to him for dear life, nails digging into his leather jacket and hair, voice weak and broken in between moans. God you were so fucking close. "I want to come. Please."
Leon moaned at your weak pleads. You were so sweet, so desperate and at his mercy. He could never deny his sweet girl anything.
"Mmm yes. Let go for me baby, I got you." His thumb found your swollen clit, he rubbed harsh circles that matched his harsh thrusts, while his other hand kept a tight grip on your hair and he pulled your head back. "Look at me baby, keep those pretty eyes on me when you come."
You fought the urge to roll your eyes back as a flash of blinding heat ran through your body, but you managed to keep your eyes on his pale sapphire ones as you came around him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as your whole body trembled. He held you on the seat, his body pretty much preventing you from falling.
"Mmmm fuck, good girl. Aghâ" A moan caught his throat as your walls squeezed his cock and a gush of wetness seeped around him. He pulled you against him, mouth crashing against yours as he snapped his hips with urgency, his own release quickly approaching. "Fuck, fuck baby. You're squeezing the shit outta my cock. Shit, I'm so close. Fuck."
You held on to him for dear life, just letting him use you to chase his own release, your weak moans in his ear, your high pitched gasps and your weak mumbles of his name, fuck, it didn't take him long before he was pulling out of you. But he quickly grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his slick cock.
"Mmmm fuck babyâ hahâ yes, fuckâ" He guided your hand on his cock, using your hand to pump himself, his face on your neck as he moaned, "Yeah just like that baby. C'mon pretty girl, make me come. C'mon, fuck, yes. Yes, good girl. Shit ughâ"
Strings of his come shot into your hand and the seat between your parted thighs as he came with a guttural moan that made you wet all over again. You hummed softly, leaving kisses over his face as he panted. His eyes were closed and he had the side of his face pressed against your neck. He left wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck as he breathed heavily.
"You did such a good job, baby. You're always so good for me." He hummed against your neck, moving up to capture your lips into a softer, slower kiss before he was pulling back.
You sat on the seat, making your best effort to stay upright, legs wide open as you waited for Leon to clean himself up. You tilted your head at him with confusion, just now realizing what he had done.
"Why did youâ" You frowned softly as he took your hand, cleaning his mess with an old bandana before wiping the seat in between your parted legs.
"I'm still taking you to dinner. Unless you wanted to sit through dinner with my cum inside you all night." He chuckled softly, face flushed red, hair disheveled and jeans still undone as he tossed the bandana into one of the compartments. When he looked at you, you had this sweet look on your face, a tiny smile on your lips and your head tilted. God you were so adorable, it made him want to ruin you all over again. "Although you probably deserve it. But I'm not that mean."
A small perverted smirk made its way to your lips, and it made Leon groan as he grabbed your chin and placed a rough kiss to your lips.
"Don't give me that look or you won't make it to dinner."
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How did Ra or Talia react to Damian's feelings? (Ra is ready to raise a new generation of child murderers. God, the old man is ready to become a great-grandfather and lock the reader in a golden cage for Damian when he understands all the advantages.: 1. More heirs 2. Damian is at home because Bruce doesn't approve of incest)
Raâs would be oddly supportive, weary but supportive all the same. Sure thereâs underlying advantages to all of this, at least Raâs can find some, but his main thing is having Twin!Reader home. Heâs missed them dearly and knowing everything theyâve gone through and what theyâve been put through by so many, Raâs would just have the most relief knowing that his beloved grandchild was back home with him. And if it gets Damian to come back too and take his place as heir then Raâs couldnât be more content. Although heâd be much happier if Twin!Reader were to become Head of the Demon like he always wanted but after everything theyâve gone through they need much needed rest and time to just be.
Then again depending on Twin!Reader in this situation, I could see Raâs being all the more protective of them and not allowing Damian anything to do with them. Let alone anyone else for that matter. I could just imagine Twin!Reader being so broken in so many ways that theyâre basically catatonic at this point and Raâs isnât going to allow for anyone to try and take even more advantage of them than whatâs already been taken. Even if Damian were more than willing to give everything up for his sibling and take the title of being Head of the Demon, Raâs wouldnât accept it. How could he possibly trust Damian with his sibling after everything, after Damian himself had part in the breaking of his own twin. If, and big if, Raâs were to allow Damian back he would need to prove himself greatly before Raâs even considered allowing him anywhere near Twin!Reader again. And any interactions that are granted would definitely be supervised until Damian had fully gained Raâs trust again and more.
When it comes to Bruce, in any other case, he wouldnât be accepting let alone tolerating of anything remotely close to this when it came to any of his kids (let alone his literal biological kids) but I imagine him being pretty warped in his own obsession for Damianâs Twin!Reader. Especially as time goes on and things only get worse. He completely and utterly feels like he failed them and even though he would still very much so continue failing them now, I honestly think Bruce would be supportive of Damianâs feelings for his sibling. He doesnât want to lose either of his kids again, he wants to finally bring the Reader home and take care of them like he should have been doing all this time to begin with. Bruce has his own making up he needs to do, his own making amends when it comes to Twin!Reader and in some fucked up way he thinks thatâs what will come out of this. I donât want to say Bruce would be all for this and fully accepting of it but he is more tolerating than anything else. He knows deep down that this is in no way, shape, or form acceptable whatsoever and itâs fucked up beyond belief but he also knows that Damian would go off on his own for his twin and knowing just how much Damian is barely holding on to his own sanity at this point that worries Bruce more than anything. At least this way Bruce is able to oversee everything, trying to keep Damian in check and not only him but the rest of the batfamily being there to intervene if need be, but either way it comes at a cost and that cost is Twin!Reader. And Bruce knows that, he knows that it makes him even more terrible than he already was.
In another, much more preferable scenario Bruce wouldnât tolerate any of this whatsoever and would shut it down as soon as it reared its ugly head. His main priority is bringing home the Reader, taking care of them and trying to salvage what he can to give them some semblance of a life they never had, a life they more than deserve. And for a time Damian would push down his feelings once more but at this point itâs too late and heâs just about bursting at the seams. Maybe he can hold on long enough to finally bring his twin home and play the role of the brother he should have been until he inevitably canât contain himself anymore. And you can bet Bruce is watching every step of the way, observing and planning how heâll need to deal with this situation before it even begins. Inevitably Damian will feel pushed out and run to Raâs who will take him in even if it only meant getting Twin!Reader back home to him. In this scenario Bruce would do everything in his power to do right by Twin!Reader, heâs failed them so much already he vows to never do so again. And he wonât. As much as it hurts him, Bruce would fight Damian and Raâs as many times over as he has to to protect his other child. Bruce would most likely plan ahead for Damianâs inevitable plan to flee though and keep him contained, probably in the batcave until he could be trusted to be moved back into the manor. I could imagine Twin!Reader finding some sympathy in the situation for Damian, heâs still their brother after all and the time they got to have with him as their brother before he went off the deep end, even if it wasnât entirely real and hid his true intentions, meant a lot to them. Thatâs all they ever wanted after all. While Damian is in containment it wouldnât be too hard to believe that Twin!Reader would visit him, spending time with him. But theyâre only doing so for their brother and wanting to help him get better, meanwhile Damian is downward spiraling even more now. His feelings only getting worse. I could see an older Damian being able to pull himself together much better than he would have before, being able to deceive Bruce and the other batfamily members into either letting him out or allowing him out of containment and into just being grounded now in the manor. Maybe Bruce sees through Damianâs deception but so long as Damian doesnât act on his feelings, Bruce can allow him to be with Twin!Reader. Solely as a brother.
I donât quite have thoughts about Talia in this situation yet, at least not too many thoughts. Iâd like to imagine her actually trying to be a good mother in this situation for Twin!Reader and trying to protect them from Damianâs depraved feelings and both Raâs and Bruceâs enabling (if thatâs the scenario weâre going with). And just her overall trying to help her child get away, maybe even seeking refuge with Diana taking the Reader away to Themyscira or Talia herself going on the run with the child she had so loathed long before but now is desperately trying to protect.
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A few days ago I saw someone say in the comments of a post something like Baldur's Gate 3 doesn't have themes. I disagree; while its themes are mainly reinforced through individual major character stories and it's all warpped in the series premise of "if the god of Murder had a bunch of kids, would that be fucked up or what?", they are there.
The main one that comes to mind is a question -- can you find a way to be better than what your circumstances (often generational trauma) made you, or will you continue down the path they set?
We see this in all of the main companions. In Astarion, Shadowheart, and Lae'zel's questlines they face the choice to break a cycle of abuse and escape the lies of their past, or contiue with them for the promise of power and safety. Gale can choose to shed his hubris and accept himself as a person, or give into it and become a god, and thus the one thing he thinks he's good for -- his magic.
It's weaker for Wyll and unfortunately truncated, mostly cumulating in the choice to live for himself or stay shackled to Mizora, with the final touch of what he'll do with his life only happening if you do a mostly unrelated to him quest. Karlach's story fits but in a pretty convoluted way -- she's terminally ill and her most obvious attempt break free of the circumstances (killing the initial architect of her suffering) does nothing; escaping that road requires choices that either isolate her or turn her into something alien.
Anyway, moving on to the main antagonists. They display what happens if one doesn't choose to become better than their circumstances. Kethric has a hundred years of sunk cost fallacy and can only be persuaded to stop, not change course. Gortash has a desperation for control that can only get him killed. Orin is desperate for love and approval from a man who did monstrous things to her, and she breaks if you tell her the truth.
(The Emperor⊠doesn't really fit this, but whatever.)
This theme isn't really subtle, but it isn't necessarily well-reinforced by a story that has a ton of other stuff going on. It doesn't help that you can play as Just Some Guy who got wrapped up in the whole thing by pure circumstance (Tav, everyone except for arguably Shadowheart and Lae'zel), and that's what a lot of people go for. It is, however, extremely fucking obvious if you play what would have been the sole main character in a game set up like the previous installments -- The Dark Urge.
I figure Larian made the decision to allow for playing as someone unattached to the Bhaalspawn baggage because that seems to be their Thing in their other games, but it's also because The Dark Urge's content is pretty damn disturbing to a level that puts a lot of people off. It's much more graphic than in the previous games, and it's set -- that The Dark Urge did extremely gruesome shit in their past is an unescapable truth and integral to their story.
However, players who choose not to see that route end up not getting the major theme paraded in front of them and lit up with a big flashing marquee. They get some of it if they play as a companion, much less if they play as a Tav who is inherently a victim of circumstance and only has the baggage the player chooses to bring with them, but it is there in full force as a foundational premise of The Dark Urge's story, as foundational as The Dark Urge themself is to the the whole plot.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3 meta#bg3 spoilers#I bet you thought I was bored of this game!#I'm not I'm just chronically low on drive space
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erin
remember yesterday when you were all like
âi hate gingerâs and i want them dead and obliterated and they are the evil devils who spawned from leprechaunsâ
and all of us gingers rose up from the depths of our caverns at the end of the rainbow to fight you
well i think a great apology to end this bloodshed and prevent your crushing defeat would be to drop some contentâŠpls
(a line or fanart or something, please erin i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure ((a pot of gold ofc))
one) this is libel and i'll sue you so jot that down
two) how about this: i'm genuinely losing my mind right now because (to no one's fucking surprise) LOF JUST GOT ANOTHER FUCKING CHAPTER LONGER!!!
live footage of me losing my goddamn marbles in the discord rn
SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS.... i thought this chapter would be action packed but i yapped so much and kept trying to set up to this fight scene. but the more i wrote the more i realized that i had some shit to get out of the way and. yeah. so. kill me.
on one hand y'all are about to get the chapter much earlier than i planned because it's shorter (splitting it into two parts) but on the other hand why am i cursed.... why does this keep happening to me.... at least y'all get mostly action for chapter 19 and i'll finally get to talk about that stupid jar but at the cost of friendsgiving chapters getting ONE MORE CHAPTER AWAY
#leap of faith ao3#leap of faith catch me if you can#thank you for the ask!#peter parker in gotham#ao3 fanfic#tell me why#(ain't nothing but a heartache)#tell me WHYYYY#(ain't nothing but a mistake)#I DO THIS ALL THE TIME#chapter 18#curse thor and loki#making my life complicated
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