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jetii · 21 days ago

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Too Sweet

Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Pairing: Fox x fem!Reader / Fox x Doctor!Reader

Words: 6,140/26,525

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! fluff, strangers to lovers, grumpy/sunshine, description of blood/wound care, Fox is a little anxious/paranoid, and he needs a hug, you can pry goofy Thorn out of my cold dead hands, smut in part 3? 4?

Summary: Fox has no time for romance. He doesn't even have time for sleep, let alone dates. But when a horrible day at work leads him to you, he suddenly finds himself in danger of reevaluating his priorities.

A/N: Trying something a little different with more, shorter parts for these longer fics. Also forgot to say thanks for 650 followers! hello!

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“For the last time, I don’t need a medic.”

Fox is trying to be polite about it, but the tone of his voice is bordering on a growl. Every push on his shoulder is a jab to his pride, making him hiss like an angry tooka-cat. He knows he's being ridiculous, but that's never stopped him before.

His patience is already thin, but it had been stretched to the breaking point by a series of unfortunate events over the course of the day. The first, and arguably the most annoying, had occurred at the beginning of his shift.

Fox had woken up late, and his alarm clock had gone off with a loud, obnoxious tone that had caused him to shoot straight up in his bed, slamming a fist onto the off button. He scrambled out of bed and dressed faster than he thought possible, then hurried into the mess hall for the early shift breakfast. He was late enough that the food line was empty, and his choice was between a bowl of sludgy porridge or an unidentifiable ration bar.

The ration bar had tasted like stale durasteel, and the porridge was more of a thick slop, so Fox had opted for the latter. He scarfed it down with a mug of caf after an overdrawn fight with the machine, which tried to refuse him more than one portion of caf. He had left the mess hall with his stomach growling and his mouth bitter with the aftertaste of the caf, and his mood had soured even further when he found the lift under maintenance, forcing him to take the stairs.

When he arrived at the office, there was an enormous stack of datapads on his desk. A new security system had just been installed throughout the city, and the details were apparently too sensitive to be kept on the holonet. The only copies of the schematics were the ones on the physical datapads, and Fox had the wonderful task of checking every single one.

By the time lunch came around, Fox had managed to read through half the stack despite the constant interruptions. Someone would come in and ask about some obscure policy, or a trooper would report that someone had thrown a bottle at him, and the Chancellor would call for updates, and all the while, Fox had to be careful not to crush the datapads with his gauntlets.

The Chancellor was especially persistent today, calling him in person to demand a detailed analysis of the new security measures. Fox was forced to leave the datapads behind in order to give him an impromptu briefing, which ended with the Chancellor dismissing him with a wave of his hand and a curt, "I'm sure you have more important things to attend to."

Fox was seething when he returned to his office, and in a last minute attempt to escape his prison and an effort to calm himself, he decided to walk the patrol route himself instead of sending a trooper.

Of course, this had to be the day that every citizen on Coruscant decided to commit a crime, from a jaywalking elderly woman to a pair of pickpockets that had made off with a trooper's blaster. There was an argument outside a bar, an illegal speeder chase, and a man had decided to start a fire in the middle of the street, and all this had happened in the span of less than two hours.

Thorn had thought it was funny, but Fox hadn't found it nearly as entertaining. And now, he's been injured during the scuffle with the firestarter, and Thorn is making a big fuss about it.

Fox's shoulder throbs with pain as he moves, and he tries to ignore the way the skin is tightening around the wound. It's only a scratch, but it's deep, and Fox can feel blood oozing out of the cut and dripping down his armor. His head is pounding, and his chest aches from having been slammed against the duracrete by the man's boot.

A hand presses down on his shoulder, and Fox flinches away with another hiss. He turns on Thorn with a scowl

"I'm fine," he growls, shrugging Thorn's hand off his shoulder. "Leave it alone."

"Fox," Thorn says. He's trying to sound reasonable, but Fox can hear the exasperation in his voice. "It's a karking gash on your arm. I can't leave it alone."

Fox rolls his eyes. "I'm not letting you drag me back to the medbay for something as minor as this," he says. He turns and starts walking, heading towards the Senate building. "We've got more important things to do."

"I'm not dragging you to the medbay," Thorn says, running to catch up. He grabs Fox's arm and yanks him to a stop. "You're going to GMF. It's on the way to the Senate anyway."

"What? No!" Fox sputters, but Thorn is already pulling him down the street. He digs his heels into the ground, but Thorn is stronger than he is, and the other commander pulls him forward without breaking his stride.

"You're coming with me whether you like it or not," Thorn says, his voice firm. He doesn't loosen his grip, and Fox can only follow along helplessly. "The office will survive without you for a couple of hours."

"Thorn, you're not—"

"Yes, I am."

Fox scowls. Thorn isn't budging, and neither is he, and they've reached a stalemate. He's considering the merits of just sitting down and refusing to move, but before he can even make a decision, they're already at GMF.

"Let's go," Thorn says, pulling him up the steps. "Just stop trying to act tough and get over yourself."

Fox wants to protest, but Thorn has an iron grip on his arm, and he doesn't want to risk a public spectacle, so he allows himself to be pulled inside.

"Fine," he huffs. He can already feel a headache coming on, and his stomach is still grumbling in protest at its meager breakfast. Maybe he'll be able to sneak away before anyone notices, and no one will ever know that the Commander of the Guard was seen at GMF for such a minor injury.

"That's the spirit," Thorn says, grinning. He pulls on Fox's arm again, and this time, Fox lets himself be dragged away.

They've been sitting in the waiting room for a few minutes, and Fox is already starting to regret his decision. It's a busy day at GMF, and a steady stream of injured people are filing into the building, filling the waiting room with a cacophony of moans and groans.

Fox's shoulder is starting to throb again, and the wound is leaking blood into the fabric of his blacks. Thorn is tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair, his expression thoughtful.

"I wonder how many people are in here because of you," he says, looking around the room. There's a group of young men sitting on the opposite side of the room, nursing a variety of wounds. "They must be getting sick of seeing the Guard around here."

Fox glares at him, and Thorn chuckles.

"You'd think they'd learn their lesson and stop committing crimes," Fox mutters.

"We'd all like that," he laughs. "But we both know that won't happen."

Fox sighs, leaning back against the wall. He shifts slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. He's still annoyed about his arm, and now the smell of bacta is starting to get to him. It had always had a pungent, chemical smell to him, and the scent of the various medical supplies is making him queasy.

He can feel his stomach starting to churn, and he closes his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing. The bright fluorescent lights are only making things worse, and the sound of the door sliding open and closed as various people walked in and out of the medical wing is grating on his nerves.

It doesn't help that Thorn is sitting right next to him, staring him down like he's a suspect in an interrogation. He'd caught on to Fox's plan to slip away almost as soon as they'd stepped into the room, and Fox had been forced to endure his company as they waited for their turn.

"How long is this going to take?"

"They said they were pretty busy today," Thorn says. "I'm not sure, but you're probably going to be waiting for a while."

"Great."

"Don't be such a baby. It'll be over before you know it."

Fox groans and leans back in his chair. He can't help but think of all the work that he should be doing right now. The stack of datapads has probably gotten taller since they left the office, and he'll have even more work to do once he returns.

He hates the feeling of wasting time, especially when there's so much to be done, and at this rate, he'll be lucky if he manages to finish the rest of his work by nightfall. And that was if the Chancellor didn't call him again.

"You should go back," Fox says, looking up at Thorn. "I can handle this."

Thorn raises an eyebrow, giving him an incredulous look.

"And let you weasel your way out of getting that arm checked out?" he scoffs. "I don't think so."

Fox shoots him a glare, but Thorn only grins.

"Nice try, but no," he says. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

"Thorn—"

"I'm not going anywhere."

Fox sighs and slumps in his seat. He can see that Thorn isn't going to budge, and he doesn't have the energy to argue with him. His shoulder is really starting to hurt now, and the bleeding hasn't slowed down yet. He's getting dizzy, and the queasiness is growing stronger

He closes his eyes, resting his head against the wall. He feels terrible, and the longer he sits here, the worse he feels. The smell of the bacta is making his stomach turn, and the noise and chaos in the room is starting to get to him.

The medical center always brings back memories of the Kaminoans, and he was usually only ever here when one of his brothers was seriously injured. He doesn't have fond feelings towards the place.

"This is a waste of time," Fox mutters. "I could be working, or doing literally anything else right now."

"You know it's not a waste of time," Thorn says. He's looking around the room, keeping a close eye on the other people. "You're injured, and you need to get that taken care of. Stop being such a stubborn di'kut."

Fox is about to say something in response, his eyes land on a medical droid heading their way. He lets out a sigh of relief and gets to his feet. Finally, his suffering is about to end.

"Commander Fox?" the medical droid asks, stopping in front of him with a metallic whir.

"Yes, that's me."

"Please follow me. We're ready for you now."

"Finally," Fox mutters, ignoring Thorn's chuckle.

He follows the droid down a long, white corridor, his footsteps echoing against the tile floor. He keeps his eyes forward, refusing to look back at Thorn. He doesn't want to see the smug look on his brother's face.

After a few minutes, the droid leads them into an examination room and motions for him to sit down on the cot. Fox complies, perching on the edge of the thin mattress and crossing his arms, trying not to fidget, and Thorn takes a seat in the chair in the corner of the room.

The droid is quick and efficient, running the scanner over his shoulder and chest and checking the readouts. It tells him that he'll need some stitches and bacta treatment, and Fox sigh, nodding his agreement.

"Thank you, Commander," the droid says. It stands still for a moment, processing its data, and then turns and exits the room.

"You're not getting out of this one," Thorn says as soon as the doors shut behind the droid.

"I know," Fox grumbles, slumping in his seat. He rests his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together. "I just want to get this over with."

Thorn shakes his head, a smile playing across his lips. He doesn't say anything, but Fox knows he's just happy to have won. They're both competitive, and any victory, no matter how small, is something to celebrate.

"Stop that," Fox snaps. He doesn't want to deal with Thorn's smugness. He's already irritated, and the last thing he needs is for his brother to rub his victory in his face.

"Stop what?" Thorn asks, feigning innocence.

“That thing that you’re doing with your face.”

“It’s called smiling, Fox, you should try it sometime. I think you could use the practice,” Thorn teases, and Fox rolls his eyes.

Before he can come up with a retort, the door opens, and Fox reflexively straightens, preparing himself for the worst. The medical droids aren't exactly known for their gentle touches and bedside manner.

To his surprise, the person who enters the room isn't a medical droid.

Fox feels his eyes widen as he takes in the decidedly human figure standing in the doorway, a datapad in hand. Wearing a crisp, clean set of medical whites, you stand tall, and his first thought is that you're beautiful.

His second thought is that you look far too cheerful for someone working in a medical facility. Your eyes are bright, and you're smiling, and the expression is so warm and genuine that it makes him wonder how you're managing to maintain it in a place like this.

It's a nice smile.

It isn't until Thorn clears his throat that Fox realizes he's been staring at you for the last few seconds, and he hastily looks away just as you glance up from the datapad.

"Hello," you say, your voice soft. "Commander Fox, is it?"

"Y-yes," he manages to reply, feeling his cheeks flush.

"And I'm Commander Thorn," Thorn chimes in, and he shoots him a smug look when Fox turns to glare at him.

"Well, hello," you say. Your voice is warm and melodic, and your eyes are sparkling. "It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"The pleasure's all mine," Thorn replies, flashing you a grin.

"Yeah," Fox mumbles. "Pleasure."

He's never felt so awkward in his life, and he's suddenly acutely aware of the blood on his armor, the way his hair is sticking up in all directions, and the fact that he hasn't slept in a couple days. You, on the other hand, look fresh and put together, and you're practically glowing.

You introduce yourself, and you give them a brief summary of your qualifications and experience. Fox doesn't pay much attention to what you're saying. He's too busy trying not to stare at you, and it isn't until he hears the word 'bacta' that he snaps back to reality.

"Wait, what?" he asks.

"Bacta," you repeat, tilting your head slightly. "It's a healing substance that stimulates the body's natural ability to regenerate tissue."

"I know what bacta is," he says, his tone coming out harsher than he intended.

You blink at him, clearly startled by his response, and Fox feels his face heating up.

"Right," you say, clearing your throat. You offer him a small, polite smile, and he looks away, embarrassed. "As I was saying, we'll need to administer a small dose of bacta to the area where the injury occurred. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes."

"Fine." Fox crosses his arms and tries not to scowl, and you turn away, tapping on your datapad again. Thorn kicks him in the shin, and Fox gives him a look. The other commander gestures with his eyes to you, and Fox frowns, shaking his head.

"Do you have any allergies or medical conditions?" you ask, looking up from the screen.

"No," Fox says, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. The mattress is far too thin, and the metal frame is digging into the back of his knees. "I already told the droid."

"Right," you say. "Just making sure."

Fox glances over at Thorn, who gives him an exasperated look, and Fox sighs. He knows that he's being difficult, but he can't seem to stop himself. His shoulder hurts, his head is throbbing, and his stomach is rumbling, and he just wants to get this over with so he can return to the office and finally finish the rest of his work.

He looks back at you and sees that you're staring at him. You're looking at him with concern, and your lips are pressed into a thin line. You're not smiling anymore, and Fox feels a twinge of guilt.

"You don't have to be nervous," you say. "This is going to be a quick procedure, and it won't hurt at all. We'll use a local anesthetic and numbing spray, and you won't feel a thing."

"I'm not nervous," Fox protests, his face flushing. "I just don't have time for this."

"I understand," you say, and your expression softens. "But this is important, and we need to make sure that you're taken care of."

Fox wants to argue, but there's a hint of steel in your tone, and the look in your eyes is firm. You're clearly not going to let him get out of this, and he sighs, resigning himself to his fate.

"Alright," he says, reluctantly.

"Great," you say, giving him a small, reassuring smile.

He feels a little better when you smile at him, and he tries not to smile back. You turn away, busying yourself with setting up the equipment, and Fox takes the opportunity to look at you again. You're standing with your back to him, and he can see the outline of your figure through your medical whites. You're not very tall, but you're not short either, and he wonders how old you are. You can't be older than twenty-five, he guesses, but it's hard to tell with natborns.

"How did you get that injury, anyway?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder.

"Work-related incident," Fox says. He doesn't want to tell you the truth. He doesn't want you to think he's a clumsy idiot, or that he can't do his job properly.

"Oh," you say, sounding a little surprised. You turn back to the equipment, and he can see the muscles in your back tense. "That sounds... dangerous."

"It's nothing," Fox says, his voice low. "I can handle it."

"Of course," you say softly. You turn around and walk over to the cot, your gaze focused on the equipment. "Okay, armor off, Commander. Let's see it."

Fox stiffens, his heart skipping a beat. "I—what?"

"The injury," you say, your brow furrowing slightly. You reach over and brush your fingers against his arm. "Is something wrong?"

"No," Fox says, a little too quickly.

Thorn lets out a snort, and Fox glares at him. He just raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face, and Fox rolls his eyes.

"Sorry, it's been a long day," he says as he turns back to you. "Just a bit tired, is all."

"That's understandable," you say, your lips curving into a small, sympathetic smile. "If it makes you feel any better, I've been on my feet since 0600."

"I think you win," Fox says, his voice dry.

You let out a small, breathy laugh, and his heart skips a beat again. It's a nice sound, and he feels a strange surge of pride at having caused it.

He was truly terrible at making small talk, and most people found his dry sense of humor off-putting. The fact that you had laughed at his words, even if it had been a polite, professional laugh, was surprising. It was hard not to see it as a small victory in an otherwise terrible day.

You smile at him again, and he feels a sudden urge to smile back. You look like you're about to say something, but then your datapad beeps, and the moment is lost.

"I'll be right back," you say. "Just got to check something."

You step out of the room, and Fox lets out a breath, relieved that you're gone. He hadn't expected you to be so friendly, or to be so concerned about him. Most natborns just saw the troopers as an extension of their equipment, and they only spoke to him if there was a problem. You're different, though, and it's unnerving.

"You're blushing."

"What?" Fox sputters, turning to Thorn. "What are you talking about?"

"Your face is red," Thorn says with a wide grin.

"It's the lights," he says, pointing to the ceiling. "They're too bright."

"I didn't know we could blush," Thorn teases. "That's kinda cute."

"Shut up."

"Oh, come on. You can't tell me you're not at least a little bit interested."

Fox sighs and shakes his head. "Not now, Thorn. We're in a medical center, not a bar."

"Good thing, too." Thorn stands up and starts to help him unlatch his armor, a smirk on his face. "Cause if we were, you wouldn't have a chance. She's way out of your league."

"You're the worst," Fox says, and he swats Thorn's hands away and reaches up to unfasten his shoulder plates himself.

"She's pretty," Thorn continues, ignoring him. He pulls off Fox's pauldrons and sets them on the ground. "And she's not scared of you, either. That's a first."

"Yeah, well, she works in a medical facility," Fox mutters, slipping out of his cuirass. "They must have taught her how to deal with difficult patients."

"Maybe," Thorn says. He removes the rest of Fox's armor, placing it carefully on the ground, and then steps back. "But I don't think that's it. She's nice."

"She's paid to be nice."

"That's not fair, and you know it."

"I don't need you playing matchmaker," Fox grumbles.

"Fine," Thorn says, crossing his arms. "But if you don't ask for her frequency, I will."

Fox's eyes widen. "Don't you dare—"

The doors slide open again, and you step inside, your expression bright. "Sorry about that."

Your gaze is focused on the gloves you're pulling over your hands as you walk in, but as soon as you look up, your smile vanishes, and you freeze. Your eyes are fixed on his arm, and Fox quickly glances down, noticing the large dark patch of blood seeping through his undershirt.

"Oh, Commander!" you exclaim, hurrying towards him.

"It's not that bad," he says. He hadn't realized how bad it was until now, and his heart is pounding in his chest. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not." Your tone is stern, and he finds himself shrinking back a little under your intense gaze. "Now sit still."

Fox does as he's told, watching as you pull a stool over and set up a tray. Your movements are swift and practiced, and you don't seem at all bothered by the amount of blood. You're frowning, but your eyes are calm, and Fox finds himself relaxing a little.

"Let's get this over with," you mutter.

You're not smiling anymore, and it unsettles him. He'd thought that he had imagined the steel in your voice earlier, but now he can hear it clearly, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

"Yes, sir," he says, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's doctor, actually."

Fox winces.

"My mistake," he mutters, his voice apologetic. "Force of habit."

You look at him, and he thinks he sees the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, but before he can be sure, your face is composed and neutral again.

"Would you prefer I cut the sleeve off, or would you rather take it off yourself?"

"I'll do it."

You nod, and he lifts his arms, peeling the soaked fabric away from his skin. His stomach clenches at the sight of the deep, bloody gash, and the stench of copper is heavy in the air. He can feel the blood beginning to trickle down his arm, and the sight of his pale, slick flesh is almost enough to make him vomit.

"Are you okay?" you ask, placing a hand on his uninjured shoulder.

"Yeah," Fox manages. He's feeling a little woozy, but he tries to push it down. "I'll be fine."

You give him a sympathetic look, and he looks away, his gaze fixed on the wall.

"Okay," you say. You grab a vial and a syringe and inject it into his arm. "This should help numb the pain. Try not to move."

Fox nods, and you lean closer, gently cleaning the wound. The smell of the disinfectant is strong, and he forces himself to focus on your face instead. Your expression is calm, and you're humming softly as you work, and he finds himself relaxing a little more.

"How did this happen, anyway?"

"Like I said, it's work-related."

"So it was a knife, then?"

Fox glances at the gash, and he nods. He can't tell if the cut is deep enough to require stitches or not, and he's a little worried that the knife might have hit an artery.

"You're going to have a nice scar."

"Good. It'll match the others," he mutters, his tone flat.

You pause for a moment, looking at him. Your expression is unreadable, but there's a sadness in your eyes that he doesn't understand. You resume cleaning the wound, and he tries not to think about it.

"Do you always go out in the field?" you ask.

"Sometimes."

"And do you usually get injured like this?"

"It's not uncommon."

"Hmm." You're quiet for a few moments, and then you glance up at him, your eyes filled with concern. "You're very brave."

Fox is stunned. No one has ever said anything like that to him before, and it catches him off guard. He doesn't know how to respond, and he just sits there, staring at you. You don't seem to mind, and you return your attention to his wound.

"This is a lot deeper than I thought," you murmur. "It'll need a few stitches."

"Okay," he says, his voice soft.

"Try to relax," you say, gently touching his arm.

He nods, and you begin to sew up the wound. He tries not to think about the fact that the needle is digging into his flesh, and instead focuses on the feeling of your gloved hands on his skin. They're gentle and warm, and the scent of the disinfectant is beginning to fade, replaced by the faintest trace of flowers.

He can't remember the last time someone touched him so tenderly. His brothers are rarely so careful, and most people who touch him are doing so with the intention of causing him harm. It's a pleasant change, and he finds himself enjoying it more than he expected.

"Sorry," you say, glancing up at him. "Almost done."

"Take your time," Fox replies. "I'm in no rush."

That's patently untrue, but the lie slips from his lips easily, and he's rewarded by a smile. He can see Thorn giving him a pointed look, and he knows that his brother will never let him live it down. But right now, he doesn't care.

The smell of flowers grows stronger, and he realizes that it's coming from you. The scent is subtle, but pleasant, and he's surprised by how much he likes it. He wonders what the source is. Is it your hair? Your skin? Or maybe it's something you wear, like perfume. He can't quite tell, and the mystery is starting to bother him.

You finish suturing his wound, and you dab some bacta gel over the stitches, sealing them. The sensation is cool and soothing, and Fox lets out a soft sigh of relief.

"How does that feel?" you ask.

"Better."

"Good," you say, your expression softening. You reach out and squeeze his uninjured shoulder, and Fox's eyes widen slightly at the unexpected gesture. "You should be all set, Commander."

"Thanks," he says, and the word sounds awkward in his ears. He's never thanked anyone for treating his wounds before. Usually, it was a medic droid, or another trooper, and his thanks were never required. But somehow, the words seem necessary now.

"Of course," you say, a hint of surprise in your voice. You remove your gloves, tossing them in the bin, and turn to clean up your equipment. "Do you have any other injuries, Commander? Any other...work-related incidents?"

"No, nothing else."

"Good." You stand up and stretch, and Fox takes the opportunity to admire the shape of your body. He can't help himself, and he quickly looks away, a flush rising on his cheeks.

"Thank you," Thorn chimes in, and Fox nearly jumps out of his skin. He had almost forgotten that the other commander was there, and his brother is looking at him with a knowing smile.

"You're welcome," you say, smiling at Thorn. You turn to Fox and offer him a smile, too, and he tries to smile back. It probably looks more like a grimace, and he quickly drops it.

"Now, remember, if that gets infected, or the stitches come loose before they dissolve, I want you to come right back, okay? No excuses."

"Got it," Fox replies.

"I mean it, Commander," you say, and you give him a stern look. "Don't make me hunt you down."

Fox blinks, his heart skipping a beat. You're serious, and he finds himself nodding, agreeing without thinking.

"Yes, sir," he says, and then mentally curses himself. "Doctor."

You chuckle, and the sound makes his chest tighten. It's the nicest sound he's heard all day, and he can't help but smile. You give him a playful salute, and he returns it, and you laugh again.

"Well, I hope we don't see each other anytime soon," you say, grinning.

"Me, too," Fox mutters, before he stiffens. "I mea—"

"I know what you mean," you say, your eyes sparkling. You hold out a hand, and he hesitates for a moment before taking it. Your skin is warm, and his breath catches in his throat when you gently squeeze his hand. "Take care, Commander."

"You, too," he says, and your smile widens.

You pick up your datapad and step around the cot, moving towards the door. As you pass him, Fox catches another hint of the flowery scent, and his eyes widen. Lavender. It's lavender.

"Have a good day, gentlemen," you say. You flash him one last smile, and then you're gone.

He lets out a long, slow breath, trying to process what just happened. He feels... strange. There's an odd warmth in his chest, and he's still not quite sure what it is. He doesn't think it's anything bad, but it's new, and he doesn't know what to do with it. Maybe it's the blood loss. Or the painkillers. Or maybe it's the bacta. Yeah, it's probably the bacta.

Thorn slaps him on the back, and he lets out a startled noise, nearly falling off the cot.

"I don't know what the hell that was," Thorn says, chuckling. "But it was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen."

"Shut up."

"Seriously," he continues. "She's definitely way out of your league. I might even say she's way out of mine."

"I'm leaving," Fox grumbles. He grabs his armor and starts putting it on, trying not to wince as the plates rub against the bandages. "Get out of my way."

"Sure, sure," Thorn says, stepping aside. He gives Fox a sidelong glance, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Just make sure you give her your frequency."

Fox stops, his helmet half-on. He stares at Thorn, his mouth agape, and then turns away, pulling his bucket on over his head. He's not about to give Thorn the satisfaction of an answer. Not when his brother is clearly enjoying his discomfort so much.

He stalks out of the room, his boots echoing against the tile floor. Thorn follows, laughing, and Fox can feel his cheeks burning. He keeps his head down, his shoulders hunched, and he's determined not to speak another word.

As they walk through the lobby, he notices you standing at the desk, speaking to the receptionist. You're not smiling anymore, but Fox can still see the ghost of it on your lips, and he feels the strange warmth growing inside him.

Thorn elbows him, and Fox lets out a hiss, glaring at him through his visor. He's already starting to regret allowing Thorn to drag him here. This whole experience had been far more traumatic than the injury itself, and he would have been better off ignoring it. But as he looks back at you, his gaze lingering on your form, he finds that he doesn't really regret it. At least not entirely.

The receptionist hands you a datapad, and you nod, thanking her. You turn and look at him, and he quickly ducks his head, pretending to adjust his pauldron.

"Commander!" you call out. "Wait a moment."

Fox stops, and Thorn snorts. He turns and sees you approaching, a small smile on your lips.

"Forget something?" he asks, and he winces internally at how gruff his voice sounds.

"Yes, actually," you say, stopping in front of him.

"Okay," he says slowly. He doesn't really understand why you're talking to him again, but he's not complaining. "What is it?"

"Your frequency."

Fox freezes, his eyes widening. He can't believe what he's hearing, and for a moment, he's convinced that he's misheard. It doesn't seem possible. Not with how the day has gone so far.

He glances over at Thorn, who's practically vibrating with excitement, and he quickly turns back to you, his heart racing.

"Uh..."

"I'll have the receptionist check in on you every few days, just to make sure everything is healing up okay," you continue. You hold out your datapad, and he takes it automatically. "But if there's any complications, or you notice anything unusual, don't hesitate to contact me, okay?"

The breath leaves his lungs, and he's grateful for the bucket over his head. Right. Of course. You're his doctor. This is completely professional. The disappointment that floods his veins is surprising, and he mentally scolds himself. What had he been expecting, anyway?

“That won’t be necessary," he says, handing the datapad back. "But thank you."

You frown. "Commander..."

"It's fine." He turns and gestures for Thorn to follow. "Come on, we've got work to do."

He can hear Thorn muttering behind him, and he knows that his brother is probably annoyed, but he doesn't care. The warmth inside him has vanished, replaced by an uncomfortable numbness. He doesn't know what he was hoping for, and he's glad that the conversation is over. It's better this way.

You call out after him, but he ignores you, and within moments, he's out of the building and back on the street. Thorn is right behind him, and they start the long trek back to the office.

"I can't believe you just did that," Thorn mutters.

"Did what?" Fox asks. He doesn't look at him, keeping his eyes fixed forward. He can feel his face heating up, and he's suddenly feeling very tired.

"You're an idiot," Thorn says, shaking his head.

"Shut up."

They walk in silence for a few minutes, and Fox tries not to think about the conversation. It doesn't matter, and it's better to just forget it.

He's been doing this job long enough to know that it’s dangerous to get attached to people, especially when they were civilians. Things never worked out, and the risk of getting hurt was too great. He'd seen too many of his brothers get their hearts broken by the citizens they were trying to protect, and he wasn't about to let that happen to him. It wasn't worth it. And you weren't special, anyway. You were just another natborn.

He repeats these thoughts to himself over and over, and eventually, he starts to believe them. The warmth inside him disappears, and the numbness returns. He's relieved. He's finally starting to get his head on straight, and the sooner he forgets about you, the better.

And yet, when they reach the Senate building, Fox hesitates. His eyes wander towards the medical center towering over the cityscape, and he feels a twinge in his chest. He tries to ignore it, and he continues walking, heading towards the office. But the ache doesn't go away, and the image of your smile lingers in his mind, taunting him.

He doesn't know why it bothers him so much. He'd only just met you, and it was nothing but a brief conversation. There was no reason to be upset. But somehow, it feels like something was taken from him. And he can't figure out what it was.

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bones4thecats · 5 months ago

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Hi! hello! It is I, 👪 anon 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

I saw your requests were open and I saw that you write for some characters who I particularly adore (but see very little writing for (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)) so when I saw them on the character list I was like (⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠0⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ Heck yeah! \(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

So, may I request Fellow Honest, Gidel, and Ruggie befriending a reader who bakes for a living and likes to treat them with baked pastries, pies, and other assorted treats. They even pay attention to what flavours and textures that they appear to prefer, and tailor their treats to their preference (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I hope you have a lovely day! I'm sending good vibes your way, and they're not gonna stop (muahaha (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧)

Their S/O Being A Professional Baker

Characters: Fellow Honest, Gidel and Ruggie Requester: 👪Anon A/N: Hello again 👪Anon! I love your ideas when it comes to requests! As you guys should know when looking at my character list, you'd see that Gidel is one of the platonic only characters, so there is no romance insinuated in his part! Also, this is significantly shorter than other pieces. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Stage In Playful Land Event ⚠️

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🦊 Fellow Honest, much like any other fox beastman, has a special kind of pasty that he can stand. His kind is not a large fan of chili peppers and garlic when it comes to certain foods

🦊 So most spicy things are off the table

🦊 But, if you were to bake him something with berries like blueberries or raspberries or even something with apples or grapes, he would fall head-over-heels for you. No doubt

🦊 When you first gave him and Gidel two pies, one fitting Fellow's taste or berries and the other fitting Gidel's of having a fishy-tang, he gave you an actual honest smile before kissing your forehead and helping Gidel settle himself at a table in your small bakery in the carnival

What do you think of Baker! Reader?

"I love their pies. They taste absolutely amazing, especially when they make a tiny fox-shaped figures on the tops!"

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»»—————————————-　Gidel　—————————————-««

🔨 Much like with Fellow Honest, as a beastman, Gidel has limitations in what he can eat wholeheartedly. Not saying that he'd die, but he'd get quite the stomach ache

🔨 These foods that upset him, such as mustard and chocolate, are things that Fellow Honest warns you not to put in his foods. And thankfully for both of them, you listen well

🔨 But, he does have a passion for when you make him desserts with cooked fish or even bananas, he gives you so many hugs and cute gifts that he either finds or makes

What do you think of Baker! Reader?

"They're yummy!" He writes

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»»——————————-　 Ruggie Bucchi 　——————————-««

🍩 Unlike most beastmen, Ruggie's sub-kind, which is a hyena, doesn't have any real threat to his system when it comes to food. Unless he ate something such as plastic, which is highly unlikely

🍩 He's smarter than that

🍩 Anyways, as his favorite foods are donuts, he loves it whenever he comes by your dorm and finds that you baked some yummy meat-pie themed donuts and even some cute berry-cupcakes

🍩 He also has a penchant for grabbing some of your pastries behind your back. He can't help that they're so delicious!

What do you think of Baker! Reader?

"I have only have five words to answer that. Their treats are the bomb. And if you disagree with that, then your taste buds have obviously given up on life and you have no taste."

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meazalykov · 2 months ago

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winner winner

emily fox x actress!reader

summary: your girlfriend is surprised when you mention her name at an event

the lights are bright as you sit at one of the front tables at the emmy awards, heart racing as the show plays out in front of you.

your castmates are scattered around the table, all smiling and laughing between segments, but you can’t shake the nervous excitement settling in your stomach.

you’ve been nominated for best actress in a drama series, and even though everyone keeps telling you how deserving you are, you can’t quite believe it.

you glance down at your phone, where a string of texts from emily fill the screen.

emily: good luck babe!!!

emily: i'm so proud of you already

emily: everyone's watching here, don't stress <3

you can practically see her excited smile behind the messages, and it makes your heart swell. she’s back in london, watching the ceremony with her arsenal teammates, and just the thought of her staying up late to support you calms you slightly.

“you ready for this?” one of your co-stars leans over, nudging you playfully.

you give them a tight-lipped smile, fiddling with your rings. “as ready as i’ll ever be.”

the presenters return to the stage, and your category is announced just an hour after the show began.

you try to focus on your breathing as the nominees are listed, your name flashing on the screen alongside clips from your show. your heart pounds in your chest, and then—

“and the emmy for best actress in a drama series goes to... y/n l/n!!!!!”

the world goes silent for a moment as you register the words, and then it hits you all at once. you’ve won. you can’t stop the grin from spreading across your face as your castmates erupt in cheers around you, hugging you tightly before you make your way to the stage.

the applause is loud, the lights almost blinding as you step up to the microphone, holding the emmy in your trembling hands.

you glance out at the audience, overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment, and then you begin.

“wow... okay,” you laugh breathlessly, trying to calm your nerves. “i did not expect this, so i’ll try to keep it together.”

the audience chuckles softly, and you glance at your cast sitting at the table. “first, i want to thank my incredible co-stars. this show would be nothing without you guys. you’re all so talented, amazing, and supportive, and i feel so lucky to have worked alongside you.”

you take a deep breath, emotions catching up with you. “to my parents, thank you for always believing in me, even when this career felt like a far-fetched dream. and to the crew, the writers, the directors—everyone who worked tirelessly behind the scenes to make this show come to life—you’re the real heroes tonight.”

you pause, feeling a lightness in your chest as you approach the end of your speech. “and last but not least... emily,” you say with a smirk, eyes twinkling. “she knows what she did.”

the audience bursts into laughter, and you can already imagine the chaos that line will cause online.

you grin wider, feeling a surge of warmth as you picture emily blushing back in london.

“seriously, though, emily, your support means the world to me. i couldn’t have done this without you too.”

you finish with a few final words of gratitude before stepping off the stage, your heart still racing as you return to your seat, clutching the emmy tightly.

your phone buzzes in your lap, and you can already see the notifications piling up—fans reacting to your speech, people congratulating you. but there’s one message you’re waiting for.

meanwhile, in london, emily sits wide-eyed in front of the tv, surrounded by her arsenal teammates—leah, katie, caitlin, kyra, and lia.

when your speech finishes, the room erupts.

“she mentioned you!” leah exclaims, clapping emily on the back.

“emily too,” katie teases, mimicking your voice with a grin. “you’re famous now.”

emily buries her face in her hands, cheeks burning red. “oh my god, stop!”

“that was so cute!” kyra says, nudging emily with her elbow. “you didn’t tell us she’d say something like that.”

“i didn’t know!” emily protests, still flustered. “she’s just—ugh, she’s amazing.”

“so when’s the wedding?” caitlin jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including emily, though she can’t hide the proud smile spreading across her face.

hours later, you finally return to your hotel suite, the weight of the emmy still surreal in your hands.

as soon as the door shuts behind you, you dial emily’s number, eager to hear her voice.

she picks up on the second ring. “hey, you.”

“hey,” you grin, sinking onto the couch, exhausted but exhilarated.

“did you watch?”

“of course i watched! you were incredible, y/n. seriously, we’re all freaking out over here.”

“you’re freaking out? well, i’m not surprised– you were probably blushing.” you laugh.

emily groans on the other end. “i knew that was coming. you couldn’t resist, could you?”

“nope,” you reply cheekily, settling deeper into the cushions. “but i meant it, em. your support really does mean the world to me. i wouldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.”

there’s a pause on the other end, and when emily speaks again, her voice is softer. “that’s sweet of you to say. i’m just so proud of you. i knew you’d win.”

“i still can’t believe it,” you admit, glancing at the emmy sitting on the table across from you. “it feels like a dream.”

“well, believe it,” emily says with a smile in her voice. “you earned it.”

you close your eyes, the sound of her voice easing the whirlwind of emotions still swirling inside you.

“i can’t wait to see you when i get back to london.”

“me neither,” emily replies. “but for now, just enjoy your night. you deserve it.”

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “i love you, em.”

“i love you too.”

as the call ends, you look around the quiet room, the emmy glinting in the soft light. you smile, happy to be a winner and to have a winner supporting you back home.

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woso-dreamzzz · 7 months ago

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Outburst II

Leah Williamson x Jordan Nobbs x Child!Reader

Summary: You say a bad word

"Whoa, whoa," Leah says helplessly as your screaming body is placed into her arms," What-? Jordan, what's going on?"

Jordan sighs as she gently wipes the tears from your red face. "She's a little sad today-"

"Mummy!" You whine, reaching for her. You try to flop back out of Leah's arms to get to her and it's only because of Leah's quick readjustment that you don't go falling to the floor. "Mummy, no!"

"I'm sorry, bug," Jordan says and, to her credit, she does look incredibly apologetic," But you know it's Mum's turn to have you this week."

You just sob harder.

"No," You cry," Mummy, no! Please!"

"I'm sorry, bug," Jordan repeats, crowding close enough to give you a tight hug in the hope of calming you down," But you know that it's Mum's week now. You were so excited to get your minutes in a few days ago."

You just keep crying though, trying to claw your way out of Leah's arms and cling to Jordan.

"Go, Jordan," Leah says with a sigh," I'll take her inside. I'll calm her down."

Jordan looks torn but nods. "She didn't want to leave Blu. I took him to the vets last night for a checkup. He stayed over there so she hasn't seen him since. She's been a little bit sad."

"A little bit?" Leah scoffs as you wail right in her ear before hitting her shoulder. "Hey, no, bug. What have I said about hitting? It's rude."

You hit her again.

"Bug," She says in warning.

"Hey," Jordan says softly," As soon as I get back, I'll pick up Blu and send your Mum a picture but you've got to stop crying, okay?"

You sniffle. "Promise?"

"I promise."

You nod and angrily wipe away your tears. Your bottom lip still trembles but you relax in Leah's arms, head on her shoulder as your hand reaches out to play with the necklace she's wearing.

Leah hopes that you'll be happier now that Jordan's promised pictures of Blu but you're still a little sad and depressed during bath time and bedtime.

You didn't even enjoy your bedtime story like you usually do and it carries on the next day when you don't cross the day off on the calendar.

You're usually so excited to cross a day off because it means you're closer to match day and match day means you get your minutes in at the very end.

Leah doesn't know what else to do. She's shown you the picture of Blu Jordan sent. She put you in your comfy clothes and your favourite Arsenal jersey but you still remain sad.

Very briefly, Leah considers going to the shelter and getting you a puppy but realises that she's got training and there's not enough hours in the day to do both so she picks you up and gets you into the car.

Leah's pretty sure it unnerves everyone how quiet you are. Even the newer signings like Fox and Codi seem to notice something's wrong.

Katie's the one who makes the first move.

You're sitting in Leah's cubby, just swinging your legs aimlessly when Katie pokes you in the cheek.

The disgruntled look on your face is funny so she pokes you again.

"Come on," She cajoles," What's wrong? I don't get a hug this morning?"

"No."

"Why not? I might die without my hugs, you know."

You give her a blank stare. "Then die."

"Bug!" Leah snaps sharply and you duck your head sheepishly.

"Sorry, Mum. Sorry, Katie."

Leah turns back to what she's doing and Katie pokes you again.

"Stop it!" You snap but Katie does it again," Fuck off, Katie!"

Someone gasps, probably Alessia, but all you're focussed on is your Mum. Leah whips around to face you. She looks angry, looking down at you with pursed lips.

"That's a bad word, bug!" She tells you," It's a naughty word! Who taught it to you?"

You shrug.

"Bug, you've already been naughty today. Don't lie to me. Who taught it to you?"

You feel the urge to cry again, your throat going all tight and closed up and you know pretending you don't know what Mum is talking about will get you in a lot of trouble.

You mumble your response.

"Speak louder, bug," Leah says," So I can hear you."

"Rachel said it to Mummy a few days ago when they were wrestling," You reply," Didn't know it was a bad word! It got Mummy to stop!"

Leah sighs, running a hand over her mouth as she looks at you. The rest of the locker room has gone silent, just watching how she's going to tackle this situation.

"Some words," Leah says," Are naughty words. That's one of them. I don't want to hear you say it again, bug."

You frown. "Rachel said it."

"Rachel's an adult."

"And adults say bad words?"

"Only when they're being naughty." Leah really doesn't want to be having a conversation like this but she has to admit that thinking it through has perked you up a little bit.

"Adults get in trouble for saying bad words too?" You check and Leah nods. You point right at Beth. "She said fuck last week."

"Bug, stop repeating it!"

"And so did Emily and Lessi. Lessi taught it to Vic, who taught it to Codi. Everyone says it, Mum!"

"Well-" Leah looks around.

"And they didn't get in trouble!"

"They're getting in trouble now!" Leah declares," We'll make a swear jar. If you swear, you put money in the jar. Is that good enough for you, bug?"

You think for a moment, looking around the room where Kyra is giggling. "Kyra called the plug a motherfucker when she stepped on it last week."

"That was meant to be a secret!" Kyra exclaims.

"Alright." Leah massages her temples. "From now on, this is a no swear zone. If you swear then you put money in the jar."

"Hey, come on!" Katie complains," Sort your kid's potty mouth out at home! Don't make all of us suffer through this shite."

"That's a quid in the swear jar, McCabe," Leah says, turning and picking you up," And no Bug Hugs for a week."

"No, Bug Hugs?!" Katie shrieks," I'll die without them."

Leah winks at you. "Then die."

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mearchy · 3 months ago

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The clones with drugs and alcohol - HCs

In no particular order. Obviously TW for mature themes.

REX:

Thinks of himself as a very responsible drinker, only occasionally indulges and usually when talked into it by his brothers.

Won't touch spice or any other drugs.

Able to be coaxed into shenanigans SO easily when drunk

Therefore his brothers have IMMENSE motivation to get him drunk when they want to pull Nonsense

Can also be a very sad drunk, I think. Please give him hugs.

Can hold his liquor... fine. His tolerance isn't great because he doesn't drink often but he's got engineered supersoldier metabolism so he holds up alright, to his relief.

CODY:

Who do you think Rex got his responsible drinking and drug habits from?

Except Cody is the kind of mf who learned through EXPERIENCE.

His batchmates have stories about teenage drunk Cody that they are sworn to secrecy about on pain of death.

Drunk Cody is TWICE as ready to throw down and is five times LESS inhibited about bodily tackling someone with no regard for his own safety.

Cody can probably hold his liquor but wouldn't it be so funny if he couldn't. Marshall Commander two-sheets-to-the-wind-from-four-glasses-of-wine.

WOLFFE:

He's the guy who will make direct, unwavering eye contact (ha. just the one.) with you across the table as you're both taking a sip from your drinks and suddenly you're in a competition for who can keep chugging their drink until the whole thing is empty and he's so scary how is he DOING that-

Wolffe has a naturally competitive and snippy personality but I do actually think he softens more around the edges with a few drinks in his system.

Not in a sloppy way just smiling a little more and being more affectionate.

Doesn't like or trust any substances that aren't well known to him, won't touch anything other than alcohol.

FIVES:

Sloppy, loud, kind of peevish drunk. All the shit that's always simmering under his skin has an excuse to come out.

“Listen, man. We need to start a revolution. Why hasn't someone bombed the Senat- oh, they have? Shit, can I be in on that?”

Will drop space acid or smoke space weed but only if Echo does. And Echo is smart enough to know that the paranoia Fives gets when he smokes weed is not worth it.

Type of guy to run across some random person in the desert and take psychedelics with them and go on an intense spiritual journey where he communes with dead gods. And then he shows back up at camp a couple hours later having achieved six new levels of enlightenment looking none the worse for wear. Only ever tells three people about this.

ECHO:

Echo is the kind of guy to have an Excel spreadsheet of dosages so he can bake the world's most precisely engineered edibles.

It doesn't work anyway because Fives keeps sticking his fingers in the batter and now the damn ratio is slightly off, why would you do that-

Also cannot keep a secret for the absolute life of him so he cannot pretend to be sober and he must be kept contained while drinking/stoned illicitly.

Maybe a very loving drunk. Or very sad. I'm not sure.

HARDCASE:

You already know he's in the club taking shots dancing on tabletops with his shirt off.

Life of the party, BUT he also doesn't mind being the designated driver. Flyer? Designated sober friend.

Type of guy to cheerily carry his drunk, passed out besties home and dump them into bed.

He's actually an explosives expert not just an enthusiast and he’s kind of a genius and everyone forgets that until he gets drunk and starts writing the equations to create insane explosive devices on his napkin while enthusiastically explaining it to his friends.

Very high alcohol tolerance.

GREGOR:

This man dresses like he's from Bangor Maine. I just know he was on that void planet smoking wild amounts of weed, and wearing Birkenstocks and a Patagonia puffer vest over a flannel shirt while doing it.

Thinks alcohol is a crutch.

FOX:

World's most miserable drunk.

But also can act really embarrassingly flamboyant so he stays away from alcohol at all costs.

Heh... I should kill my boss heh... wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if ... haha if I just walked into his office with a grenade right now and pulled the pin... fine, fiiine, yes, stop yelling at me. I would neeever leave Thorn with that much paperwork.

Zero tolerance, complete lightweight, doesn't matter how often he drinks. Can't hold his liquor for shit.

DOOM:

He either does mind-boggling amounts of coke or he's completely 100% straight edge and always has been. Don't ask me how I know this.

BLY:

He's so normal about alcohol I bet.

But he is giggling and kicking his feet and twirling his hair while talking to his brothers about Aayla and about the adventures of his men.

Absolutely incorrigible gossip.

Not braver after a few drinks just more prone to melting into a puddle.

Tried space MDMA once (spice?) just to say he did and hated it.

Uhhh if I do a part two it will include the bad batch and some other clones I missed.

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ashen-char · 4 months ago

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needy 🔞

ship: max fox (better things) x gender neutral reader (insomuch as the reader uses a strap but there are no references to your gender identity/expression)

warnings: explicit smut, strap-on sex

summary: after you two talk about your sex life, your girlfriend has been even needier than usual. she wants you to strap her down.

word count: 2700+

notes: written as a continuation from you like that? 🔞 but can be read on its own. requested here

You can feel Max's stare on you. She’s lying on your bed, having flopped down right after walking in, moaning about how beat she was from work. Max likes to stride right in like she owns the place, flexing that you gave her a set of keys and that she can do whatever she likes. She's a cutie like that.

Being a hostess means a lot of standing around in heels and running all over the place to keep the tables in her section happy. Big smiles and being polite all the time - Max was great at it, but it wasn't for you.

You were at your desk, busy on your computer when she came in. She said she didn’t want to bother you, so you let her relax. Told her to kick her heels off and change into something more comfy. But now, it’s clear she wants your attention.

"What's up?" you ask, swirling your desk chair over to look at her.

A smile comes to your lips. Max had taken your invitation to make herself at home very literally, stealing one of your hoodies and sweats while her dress is now a crumpled mess on your bedroom floor. The oversized look works on her, making your girlfriend look all cozy and sweet.

"This is so sick," Max complains from her spot in your sheets. "I came over to be loved and this is what I get. Ignored. Neglected."

In a huff, Max grabs one of your pillows and hugs it tight, until her face is burrowed in it. She snuggles up to like it's an imperfect stand-in for you, with only half of your scent and your comfort. Because you're being so mean right now by being on the other side of the room. It's playful, but you know there's truth to it. After your very heated, very spicy discussion about what you two enjoy in bed last week - namely, that you like when Max tells you want to do - Max has gotten better at telling you what she needs. And right now, she needs attention.

It's a slow process. Learning that she can ask for anything in this relationship is one thing, but being encouraged to be outspoken is another. Max has loved leaning into it. She likes to interrupt your conversations for a quick 'kiss me' before going straight back into listening to you.

"Oh no. Whatever shall we do?" you tease.

To your sarcasm, Max lifts her head from the pillow and rolls her eyes at you. Max shifts, her impatience palpable. With a pout, she holds her arms up. "Give me love. Now."

And how could you refuse that? Shutting your laptop lid with a satisfying click, you make your way over to her. She grabs your hips the instant you're close enough, because to her, you're never close enough. She leans in and plants a passionate kiss to your mouth, clumsy, desperate, a needy motion that tells you how much she missed you.

Breaking the kiss, Max murmurs, "I've been thinking about what you said." When she pulls back, her big brown eyes peer into yours like she's waiting for a reaction.

"Uh, what thing specifically?" You let Max lead you into your bed. Joining her in your sheets, you can't help but laugh when she crawls onto you and wraps her arms around your neck.

"Well," Max says, shifting from her spot on your lap, but whether it's embarrassment or impatience you can't tell, "I'm talking about that thing about how you feel good when I feel good. That you'd be willing to, uh, be a bit rougher if I like it."

Right. You could tell your discussion last week affected Max - she was so wet on your fingers and tongue that night. No doubt your promise to give in to Max's pleasure-pain kink drove the girl crazy. It's not like you didn't know beforehand. She screamed and whined the prettiest when you got aggressive.

"Yeah, I remember. I've been trying," you say with a nod. When her eyes dart down, sheepish, you tilt her head back up so Max can look at you. "And what's the verdict? Has it been good, bad, not enough?"

"Good. Very good." Max nods to herself at that. "You don't need to worry about that."

You can tell just what memory she's thinking about when she grabs at the sheets and balls it up in her fists. Last night, you had Max sprawled across your bed, her legs draped over your shoulders. Head buried between them. Just working over her clit hungrily, lapping up her juices. Her hands were tangled in your hair the way she's wringing the sheets now, guiding your movements with little moans and groans, telling you just where to bring that tongue. Very good indeed.

"Alright. What did you wanna say about it then, if I don't need to be worried?" you ask eventually, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Well, you know how we bought that strap together last month, but we never had the chance to properly use it?" Max starts. She holds eye contact with you this time, those beautiful big brown eyes of hers staring you down. Maybe even daring you to deny her. "I want you to fuck me with it. Like hard. I've been wanting you to rail me, babe."

You want to. Obviously. And it's clear Max wants you to. "Look, trust me. I've been excited to try it too," you start. But something in you is still all protective and worried, just like the day she convinced you to buy it. It seemed too big. And if you were to go as rough on her as you want to, to dick her down properly? You're not sure she can take it. But you hold those words back, knowing Max would throw a fit if you were going too soft on her again. "I just-"

After a beat of you not answering, she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth before whining. "Come onnnn, it'll be fun. Don't tell me you've never thought about it."

"Of course I do!"

Max untangles herself from your hold, and for a second you half-worry she's just going to storm off. But instead, your lovely girlfriend positions herself flirtatiously on your bed, shifting to her hands and knees. "You don't want to hit this?" When she shakes her ass, you have to stifle back a moan.

"Oh come on, that's not fair," you breathe out.

"No, baby. What's unfair is that I'm not being strapped to oblivion right now," Max retorts, "even though I waited all patiently for a month and I'm asking super nicely!"

It's cute. Only Max would think she's being patient and sweet when she's yelling at you. And you never could say no to Max. At least, not for long. Not when she juts out her bottom lip like that and gives you the puppy dog eyes. So you throw up your hands and stand from your bed.

"Fine, fine. I think I put it somewhere around here anyways," you grumble.

Going to your closet as Max quickly celebrates by herself, rolling around on your bed with that shit-eating grin on her face, you rifle through your stuff. Past the boxes and the messy pile of your clothes. Probably in the underwear drawer where you hide your toys.

You find the harness in your handy backpack, a more reasonably sized dildo still attached to it from last time (already clean! You're not gross!). The new dildo on the other hand, you find tucked deep in the back of one of your drawers. You step into the harness, replacing the old dildo with this new one. The silicone's weight tugs at the back of your hips as you adjusted the straps, not used to one this size. You wonder how Max will handle it. The thought makes you smile and once it's secure, you couldn't hide your eagerness.

"Oh, you're gonna be wrecked, babe," you chuckle from behind the closet door. "This new strap is a baddd idea."

"I love bad ideas," Max tells you. She sits on the edge of the bed, biting her bottom lip with a mix of anticipation and excitement. "Come and take me, baby. I want that huge cock of yours." You can hear the joke in her tone, but the word 'huge' is apt.

Shutting the door, you step out and let Max see what she's in for. It's honestly obscene. You had to switch out the ring of your harness to attach this new bad boy, since the base was too thick. The thickest part of it is the circumference of your wrist. Max's eyes widen. You wonder if she looks more nervous or thrilled. "Jesus."

"Yeah, I know." You move in closer, getting on top of your girlfriend until your breath is hot against her ear. "It's not too late. I could go and switch it for the normal one," you offer.

"Don't you fucking dare." Max playfully spreads her legs, showing off her pretty blue panties. "You know I've been wanting something bigger. It looks so sexy on you too," she whispers.

You move further onto the bed until you're kneeling between her spread legs. Taking the silicone in her hand, she grabs it by the base and starts rubbing it against her center. Teasing herself until a wet spot is visible in the fabric.

"Oh, fuck."

You can't tell if the next moan you hear comes out of her, as the engorged head of this thing brushes against her clit, or out of you as you watch her. She's gorgeous. She's filthy.

"I want this in me. Now." Max grips it and you tense up for a while like you were expecting to feel it. "So lay down. I'm gonna ride you."

"Your wish is my command," you say, doing just that.

You think you can hear Max's heart racing. You can feel her eyes staring down the massive equipment you've got on, lip tucked between her teeth, like she finds it so mind-numbingly sexy that you're gonna dick her down with something this ridiculous.

You tug her panties, soaked now after all that rubbing, and tuck it to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. God, you want to lick her out until she's begging for mercy. But that's not what Max asked for. Not today.

"You need to relax for this, baby," you instruct. Grabbing the bottle of lube beside your bed, you smear a healthy dollop on the head and along the shaft. "Go slow. Just to start, at least."

Max's eyes flit up to meet yours. You catch the slightest bit of protest, knowing Max was going to complain that you were being soft on her again. But your eyes tell her that you're serious, so she lets it go.

The tip presses against her entrance, parting her swollen folds. "Fuck...!" Max's eyes squeeze shut, her body trembling, her hand instantly reaching out and grabbing your hip.

With a shaky breath to collect herself, Max slowly starts pushing herself onto it. You watch as the head - your head, your strap, your cock - breaches her slowly but surely. Her nails dig into your skin, as the thickness stretches her.

It's never been this slow to start before. Usually, you could get right down to business, sliding your strap in to the hilt and making Max squeal. This has a different appeal. The way her body reluctantly, but still oh so needily, takes you in, shows every bit of your girl's greediness. It probably burns. Aches. But her pupils are so blown out due to her arousal that you know Max can't feel it, that she's adoring being stretched. A part of you wants to jerk your hips up and split her open. You know she'd fucking love that. But it's your job to be the reasonable one.

"You're so wet," you whisper.

Max lets out a shaky moan, a needy pathetic thing, her hands grasping onto you as she adjusts to the new sensation. She's taken the whole head now, and a little of the shaft. There's so much left to go and there's already a slight bulge in her tummy. "Shitttt, baby. 'm gonna cry," she tells you.

"Fuck."

Your hands go to her shirt, grabbing her, pulling her down until your lips capture hers. You can't take it when she's like that. You hate when she sounds hurt, your instincts telling you to remind her she can stop. Max sounds like she's loving it. Your greedy girl shifts, taking more, sobbing.

All you can do to support her is to hold her waist, guiding her. Eventually, after what feels like fucking hours, the full length of the dildo is nestled inside her, filling Max completely. You want to give her a break, a kiss as congratulations, to tell her you're proud of her or something. God, you don't know. You feel completely out of your mind right now and you can't even imagine how Max must be feeling. Max does the opposite. She grinds and rubs up against you, like she's whining that you're already hilted all the way inside her.

"Is it good?" you ask.

Max's eyes flutter open, meeting your gaze. A look of pure pleasure and contentment washes over her pretty features, her big brown eyes looking blissed out. "So good. Very good." With a grateful smile, she nods to you, indicating her readiness to continue. "Hurry up and fuck me."

You lean in, nipping at Max's neck before starting a slow rhythm. You want to let Max's body adapt, after all, and you're hoping the bite will make her wait a little longer before she asks you to speed up.

From your hips, her fingers slide down to your ass, gripping you there as if willing you to thrust up into her harder. You oblige. As you start to put in the hip work, you know you're doing well when Max moans softly into your mouth and she arches into your touch. Her soft breasts press against yours.

"A-ah." A broken moan. A twitch. Max is enjoying this more than she usually does. "You're so big," she tells you in a breathless whisper.

"You're the one that chose the size," you remind. "Can't take it?"

Max shakes her head and starts to move her hips of her own volition. "No, I love it. Don't stop."

Going beyond meeting each thrust with her hips now, Max makes good on your word and starts riding you. She just couldn't help but take control, going from rocking her hips with yours in sync to grinding against your lap. It makes the bit of the strap that rubs up against you provide more friction, something you were sorely needing. You watch as every time you hilt in her, a bulge protrudes out, and you can't help but think about how you're rearranging her guts right now. How Max's body is accommodating you so well even with the dildo's size, that she needs your dick so much she'll go through the pain for it.

"I-I love you," she mumbles between kisses, the words slurred. "Oh, fuck."

Max's fingers make their way to her clit, rubbing in small furious circles as she rode the large dildo to oblivion. You can see the telltale signs. Her body quivers, the rubbing at her clit getting more insistent. You don't even need the "I'm close!" that escapes Max's lips, already prepared for when she gasps and her pussy clenches around you. You can basically feel it. She's clenching you, not some cheap silicone, milking your cock for all you've got.

"That's it, baby," you say. "I'm here." You let her ride out her orgasm, shoving your cock up into her in time with her shaking, biting and kissing and biting her neck some more. You can feel the waves and waves of ecstasy wracking her body. Grinding your hips against Max, you intensify the experience for both of you.

And finally, when the tremors subside, Max collapses onto your body, panting heavily against your chest. You slip the strap out of her, making Max make a small whimper of protest. "I love you too," you tell her.

#mikey madison #better things #max fox #max fox x reader #mikey madison x reader #requested

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just-a-ghost00 · 5 months ago

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Channeled messages from your divine counterpart's higher self.

Images were found on Pinterest. In this reading, I have used several oracles, including one I made myself. This oracle provides us with songs that may hold significant messages for us. You may want to listen to the songs as you are reading the channeled messages or add them to your playlist.

Group 1

Songs : Sweater weather - The Neighbourhood, MIA - Bad Bunny feat Drake, Find me - SIGMA feat Birdy Merlin oracle :

Everything is fine. Don't worry.

Guinevra Queen of Arthur - There is no king without a queen : you need both feminine and masculine. Combine your thinking, your sensitivity and creativity to your decision making skills and your actions. It is in this fair and balanced union that fruitful projects are birthed.

The power of mischief - Laugh, laugh and laugh : If life is being tricky, laugh with it. If it is burlesque, make fun of it. If it is cynical, fuck with it. Facing it's provoking, remember that the more time goes by, the less it will matter. So laugh it off!

Cavansite - Expand your consciousness. Tourmalined quartz - Restore your perfect light. Copper - Energize your whole world. Spirit animals : Arctic fox, black cat, white shark Key words : being your true self, leaving behind old beliefs, noticing the toxic patterns in and around you, spirituality, intuition, mystery, Bangchan stan

I know you are trying to reach me. I can feel you in the air I breathe, on the tip of my tongue whenever I wake up from a (wet) dream. I know you wish to find me sooner than later. That you long for me as much as I long for you. But the universe has other plans. And I'm too busy anyway. I know it's a harsh thing to say considering all the love you have for me. Believe me, I couldn't be any happier to have you as my forever after. My partner in crime. But right now isn't the time. I have so much left to do. So many things to cleanse and dust off. I cannot hold space for you, no matter how much I wish you were in my life. Yes, it's painful. Yes, I think about us every day. Yes, I want you more than anything in the world. But there are surely more interesting things for you to do than to worry about my whereabouts and my well being. I don't want you to lose sleep over me. I don't want you to deprive yourself of good times, opportunities, love for me. I want you to live. To experiment. To have fun. I want you to be the soul everyone talks about. The heart of the party. The sunshine that doesn't need anyone to radiate their light. I don't want you to wait for me in vain. I don't want to be a burden to you. I know deep in my soul that if we both give our best and be present for the things and people that matter to us, that if we both deliver then surely our paths will cross. I know deep in my heart that all paths lead to you. And I want you to believe that too. There is no such thing as making the wrong turn. So please don't reject anyone or anything just because you think I wouldn't like it. Live your life. Speak your truth. Be you. And love yourself just as much as I love you. Talk to you later. *sends spiritual hug*

Group 2

Songs : At my worst - Pink Sweats, Life goes on - AGUSTD, 3:00 AM - Finding Hope Spirit animals : Scarab, Scorpio, Dragon

Serpentine - Awaken your reptilian nature. Celestite - Tune in to your serenity. Kunzite - Open up your love channel.

Merlin oracle :

Once upon a time, Merlin - Raise your potential : You were born with considerable internal resources. Honor the gifts that were passed down to you. Raise your potential and embrace from now on what you were destined to be. You have all that is needed to succeed!

King Uther Pendragon - Serve what is dear to your heart : if you have rights, you also have duties. By honoring them, you will earn respect and love from those whom you hold dear. Ask yourself what you duties are in this situation and you shall know what to do.

Pixies spell - Let go : If you're feeling lost, discover new horizons. Keep your mind busy with light occupations to ward off worries. Letting go is the best way to find your way back.

The round table - There is no Grand or Little man : you are as respectable, capable, important as any other being. You are important to the fates that intertwine to create new stories. Dare to act, express, fight for and honor. Show what you are made of.

Keywords : Seonghwa stan, animal crossing, showing your true colors, arthurian legends, mythology nerd, heaven on earth

This time again I had a dream. A dream where someone or something took you away from me. When I looked deeper, I saw my reflection in the eyes of the beast. And I understood that the only thing keeping me away from you was myself. I am scared to death. Scared that you won't love me for who I am. I'm afraid that my anger and my fire will burn you. I am not an easy person to be with. More than once, I have disappointed people around me. I disappointed myself. I'm afraid that I can't make you happy and give you the love and respect you deserve. You are like royalty. And I feel like a mere peasant. I'm afraid I have nothing much to bring to the table. I fear that I will dim your light instead of protecting and enhancing it. All kings have a queen. But if I'm a peasant, how could I ever dream to stand by your side? How could I ever raise to your level? I feel like there are worlds between us and terrible beasts to be slain before I can ever get to you. The journey ahead seems frightening. And I don't know where it will lead. If the path were to take me through hell only to make me lose you, I would never be able to forgive myself. I would never recover. So please, don't break my heart. And if you can, save yourself. Don't burn your wings trying to get me out of the well I fell in. Promise?

Group 3

Songs : My Power - Beyoncé, Comflex - Stray Kids, Don't go yet - Camilla Cabello Spirit animals : arctic fox, sea turtle, scorpion

Jet - Claim your space. Bismuth - Rewrite your code with rainbows. Sodalite - Deepen your intuition.

Keywords : Changbin and LeeKnow stans, self worth, body image issues, speaking your truth, destiny, intensity, blues, mental wellness, Blue Monday, Jutdae, Black Panther

Merlin oracle :

Arthur's fate - Be the hero of your own destiny.

The power of authenticity - Go beyond appearances.

The power of mischief - Laugh, laugh and laugh!

I feel so lucky to have you in my life. When I think of you, my heart lightens up because I know how special you are. You bow to no one and yet, somehow, you chose to let me in. You chose to trust me when no one would. To believe in me when all abandoned me. Surely, you must be a wizard or some deity. An angel maybe. Because never would I have ever thought that someone would care about me so deeply. I have never met someone like you. Someone so brave and powerful, so loving and kind, generous, fierce and loyal to a fault. I'm so addicted to you. In your energy, I feel safe and protected. I'm usually the kind to appear strong and fight for the people I love. But with you, I feel like I can be myself and let my guards down. With you, I know I will never be judged. I know I can be vulnerable without fearing that you'll stab me in the back. People have done that to me before, you know? But I know you would never. I trust you with my life. I can't wait to meet you. Where you at? What you up to? Do you miss me? Cause I sure as hell do. I want you all to myself. I know you are my destiny. Let's have fun together, shall we? I love you to the moon and back. Don't you dare forget me! Oh and no matter what you think, you are amazing. Don't let people bring you down, sunshine.

#pick a card #love pac #spiritual pac #spiritual guidance #oracle cards #channeled messages

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minhosimthings · 11 months ago

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Heaven

Symphony Smut Series Day 7: Julia Michaels' Heaven

Lyric: They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you

Pairings: Badboy!Jeongin × goodgirl!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, sub!reader, dom!Jeongin, p in v sex, degradation, praise, hair pulling, overstimulation, corruption kink, Jeongin calls reader 'darling' and good girl, reader wears skirt, mentions of masturbation, implied abused reader, fluffy at the end, sorta enemies to lovers, college au

A/N: I mean I couldn't not include this iconic song in this series so did it for day 7 with our Innie because I don't know corruption kink just hits different with him.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

People pleasing. Wasn't it so fun? To have a person complement you for something that you was poison to yourself.

But people pleasing always got out of hand one way or the other and now, here you were, crying to your worst enemy about how much you felt like not existing anymore.

Jeongin was completely antagonistic to you. It was much like the bad boy, good nerd trope, except this time, you liked the bad boy first and he basically hated you. Romantic right?

"So wait, what you're telling me is you willingly let yourself be used by other people and you get nothing out of it?" Jeongin questioned, looking you up and down, his eyes filled with what seemed to be pity. It was as if you were a wounded dog, who still trusted so foolishly.

"I know." You tried to fight back. Having him as a chemistry partner suddenly seemed okay. Now, his aura was one of comfort as he ran a hand down your back in circles, comforting you as the tears you've held onto for so long started falling down.

"Hey hey hey." Jeongin panicked, seeing you cry. It had been the first time he'd seen you do that. In everyone's eyes you were little Miss Perfect, unbreakable and able to endure a lot of pressure. But diamonds crack someday don't they? And when they are subjected to enough heat, or in your case, enough comfort, they crack with a lot of force.

"I'm here, I'm here don't worry." Jeongin pressed you to his chest, engulfing you in warmth. The hug felt genuine, something you hadn't known for a long time.

"I-Just can't Jeongin, I just don't want to do it anymore." You gasped, tired from all the crying.

"Calm down darling, we still got all these dumb carbon atoms to balance!" Jeongin tries to cheer you up, successfully earning a giggle from you.

"There we go." Jeongin pulled you back to wipe your tears, "Now shall we work on this project, or should we work on how to set your boundaries?"

"But how do I do that?" You asked, listening intently to him, "How the fuck do I give up this stupid habit of mine which people have been praising me for so long?"

"Let's practice then!" Jeongin said in a cherry voice, immediately shutting his book close, "Let's say.... I'm someone who wants you to help me out with my homework, but in reality, you're gonna do all my homework. What do you say?"

"Yes..?" "No Y/N." Jeongin sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead, "You say no, cause you're not gonna help some dickhead complete his work when he's the one who needs to do it."

"Alright another scenario, what if... Your best friend wants you to come to a party with her just so you can play her wing woman, what do you say?"

"No, cause she needs to get her pussy inside some dick?" Your uncertain answer made Jeongin's face light up.

"Yeah good job! You're getting the point!"

After some more scenarios, in which much laughter was involved and your chemistry book lay depressed by the side, you got to know a lot more about Jeongin. Beneath all that dark leather jacket aesthetic, he really was an adorable little fox who apparently really liked fashion.

"Alright alright last scenario." Jeongin laughed after you told him the story of your childhood cat, Potato, "And this is important for you, as a woman."

"As a woman? Alright then." You said, still laughing.

"If a man ever asked to fuck you for his own pleasure, would you let him?"

"I mean unless it's you, no."

The silence that filled the room was unnerving, deadly almost. Jeongin stared at you, and you stared back.

"You want to do what to me now?" Jeongin smirked, adjusting his posture, which made him look slightly bigger.

"I-I didn't mean-"

"What didn't you mean, darling?"

His voice never failed to make you wet. And yet you didn't have your vibrator with you right now.

"I mean it's not like I want to fuck you, I mean I do! But I-"

"You're so adorable." Jeongin chuckled, leaning back against the bedframe, spreading his legs a bit further. You could clearly see his erection pulsing through the fabric of his pants, "Does my good girl need dick in her pants?"

Good girl.

One simple nickname and you wanted to be devoured by him, carnally, brutally as he could.

"Fuck me then." You stated, not breaking eye contact with his beautiful eyes, "Fuck me and show me how it feels to break the rules for one time."

"If you say so." Jeongin chuckled, placing his hands on your hips and leaning in close. Your noses almost touched and you could feel his fingers tightening around the fabric of your skirt.

He stared at you hungrily and took in your figure which was clothed in a normal shirt and your skirt, his eyes flicked down to your chest.

Jeongin passionately pulled you in for an open-mouthed kiss, you were taken by surprise and put your hands against his chest, to pull back slightly, but Jeongin held you possessively and deepened the kiss to taste your tongue with his tongue.

He broke the kiss with a chuckle and playfully pushed you back onto your pillow, he peppered your neck with kisses and warm sucks.

"Ah fuck Jeongin." You whimpered, feeling his bulge press against your pussy. He hadn't even done anything and yet the simple gestures turned you on like a sinner in church.

"Already darling?" Jeongin chuckles again, feeling positively elated at how innocent you were, "It's alright we'll take it slow."

Jeongin rests his hands on your hips more tighter and lays you on the bed, taking in your sweet perfume. "Your roomate isn't home is she?" Jeongin asked, wigh uncertainty, his fingers toying with the waistband of your skirt. You simply nodded no, too distracted by the impact his fingers had on your waist.

"Good." Jeongin ripped off your skirt with one tug of his skirt, making you gasp loudly, "Then this'll be easier."

He cups your tits and let’s out a deep groan. You move to grab at his shirt and pause, nodding a question at him. He nods back at you and his godly chest is revealed. You then move to grab at his belt buckle and after that your clothes get removed pretty quickly.

He leaned down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

Jeongin chuckled at your reaction. He lightly rolled your nipple in between his metal thumb and index finger. You gasped loudly when his fingers pinched your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. Both of his hands went down to your sleep shorts and pulled them down your legs, exposing your wet lacy panties to him. His fingers on his right hand rubbed your clit through your panties causing you to buck your hips against his hand, only for you to receive a smack on your inner thigh.

You squealed in surprise when he pinned you to the bed. He spread your legs, getting in between them. He rubbed his cock through your wetness before lining his tip up with your entrance. His tip alone stretched your pussy. He sinks his cock inside of you inch by inch. Your jaw dropped.

"Ah-ah big." You moaned, feeling him sink into you. You had never felt pleasure like this before. And you sure as hell loved it.

"Is that okay, darling?" Jeongin asked, raising a brow at you. He didn't want to hurt you or do anything that was out of his boundaries. But oh, did he love this.

“So fucking tight.” Jeongin groans, tilting his head back. Fuck, if only he had had this pussy before.

He whines and buries his head in your neck, alternating motions on your very stimulated clit, acting like he’s the one about to completely fall apart.

Once he was deep inside of you, he gave you a moment to adjust. You nodded your head, giving him permission to start thrusting. He starts thrusting pretty slowly, probably wanting to make sure you’re getting used to it, but his hand in your hair shows you that things aren’t going to be so tame for long. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you all at once.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned, trying your best not to be loud.

“Such a little slut.” Jeongin says, amused that someone like you, someone so pure, could be like this.

His thrusts got more rough. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. His tip hit that one spot inside of you repeatedly. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and squeezed it every time he hit that spot.

He doesn’t need another invitation, and you realize immediately he is not going to hold back as he grabs your hips with more force than before and slams inside you. His balls hit your clit over and over again, and you moan even louder, tilting your head so he can get the hint you want him to pull your hair. But he ignores it.

"Who knew a good little girl like you could be such a slut eh?" Jeongin whispers in your ear, making your cunt itch for him even more.

You whimpered in response. You slid your hand down to your clit and started to rub it in fast circles. Jeongin noticed and smacked your hand away, making you whimper.

Your cunt clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm build up a second time.

“Jeongin, I’m— mhmm fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, darling.” Jeongin whispers in your ear, "Like the good girl you are."

His fingers gave your now sensitive clit a particular rough rub to help you chase your high. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came harder than ever before. Jeongin’s thrusts became sloppy, feeling his orgasm approaching him.

You’re screaming before he can even finish as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced takes over your body. It’s a blinding pleasure you can feel everywhere: from your pussy to your head and even fingers. And the way he keeps thrusting in and out of you at the same speed prolongs it.

Jeongin couldn’t take it anymore. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. His hand left your throat and went to the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before pulling out of you. He laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

"Oh fucking hell." He lets out a breathy chuckle, "That was fun wasn't it?"

"Thank you Jeongin." You pant, still not being able to understand that you just lost your virginity.

"No problem darling." Jeongin whispers, "Good little girls like you deserve the best heaven they can get."

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coconutdays · 1 year ago

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emotion

s. you get stuck in your crush/study buddy's room during a freak storm.

w.c. 1.8k

w. gn! reader (I thought a fem reader when writing this, but then I noticed that I didn't really make it gender coded! so I figured it was a plus it came out this way!) , suna! x reader , fluff! suggestive! bc there is some steamy kissing and of the making out

a/n: Earth spun a wheel between Rin, Osamu, and Atsumu for me to write for and it so conveniently picked Suna Rin

Ending up in the same room as your classmate/crush during a storm, at night, with no electricity had never been on your bingo card for the year. Yet, here you were, blinking back into reality seconds after the lights just went out.

"Shit" Suna sighs. You can hear him start to move, making out the shadow of his body standing up and moving towards his beside drawer.

"I have a candle in here." He mutters, the obvious rummaging being heard before it ceases after you somewhat see a cylindrical shape in his left hand. The smell of paraffin going up into flames accompanies the slight bit of light coming from the match he just lit, it fades away the moment he blows out the match after getting the candle to light.

It isn't much, the light coming from the medium sized candle, but it lets you fawn over his face, his entire being. It's a flattering light and it sets a mood you wish you could do something about.

"You think the Professor will cancel the test?" He shivers a little when he sits down across from you again, rubbing his hands together.

That's the reason you were here in the first place, to study for that damn test.

Suna had sat next to you at the beginning the semester after getting there at the last minute and the last open seat had been the one next to yours. Ever since then, you had exchanged small talk and numbers with each other. It happened frequently, befriending the people sitting next to you in class, some days it was a great help to ask each other if the other had done the homework, understood yesterday's lecture, or if they had notes because one of you couldn't go to class that day.

But you only got excited when Suna asked you for your version of the notes from the previous lecture. Everyone always complimented your penmanship, but the first time he got your notes for reference against his, he sent a text:

lol you write really pretty

You smiled to yourself at it when he sent it and could only send a thank you back.

He didn't really befriend anyone else in the class and neither did you because of it. You didn't have the chance to when any free time in the class where the professor hadn't started lecture yet was taken up by conversation he tried striking up with you. It automatically made you study buddies by the time this first test came around.

"Well if it looks like the rest of the campus, or at least half of us lost electricity too, then it might be a no brainer to save it for another time."

He lets out a puff of air as a sarcastic laugh at the situation, "It's like that shit you say. Being delulu is the--"

"Solulu." You finish for him, giggling.

He lets out a 'heh' and leans forward while hugging himself even tighter, "Sorry you got stuck here. The storm really came out of nowhere."

"I'm sorry I got stuck here." You counter, your body starting to shiver at the increasingly cold air filling up the room with harsh cold rain storming just a window away and no heater to protect against it. "I'm in your room after all."

"It's fine," He says, his eyes acting a bit more fox-like than usual as he stares you down before he adds, "Let me give you one of my hoodies, it's getting cold."

And before you can interject and say that won't be necessary, which it really won't--you don't need Suna's hoodie, you're fine freezing to death if it means you don't have to breathe in his intoxicating scent clinging to your skin--he's getting up and walking to his closet.

As quickly as he gets up, he's coming back and handing you a hoodie, the specifics of it like the color or design not something your eyes couldn't register at the moment.

"Thanks." You meep out, basking in the moment your head first slips through it and you feel the hoodie envelop you. You didn't know what was keeping you warm now, the actual material draped over your body or the fact that it was Suna's and he had worn it before, it was his.

When you look back at him and squint a little, you can tell he's wearing one of his own too. One he rarely wore--yes you noted how frequently he wore his hoodies, you couldn't help but make the observation.

"Well if we think tomorrow's test is gonna be cancelled..." Suna drags on, "We can play Mario Kart on my switch?"

You weren't one to frequently come across the opportunity to play on a switch, so you asked, "It can work without wifi?"

"Yea, " He nods, "it's the only I can think of to keep us occupied while we wait to see if the electricity comes back any time soon."

You can think of something else.

And so does he, but he won't tell you that either.

While he gets up to get his console from his desk, you nervously near his bed.

"Hey, Suna, can I play on your bed?"

A shiver runs up his spine and his eyes go wide as he's disconnecting any unnecessary wires from his switch. Time stands still for him and-

"Suna?"

"Yea!" He manages to blurt out like it's not big deal as he comes back to you with the console in hand. When he joins you in sitting on his bed, next to you, propping up the little screen across from both of you, he says, "And you can call me Rintaro. If you want."

You lean over a bit to look at him curiously, noticing a slight change in his demeanor, as if he had something else busying his mind. His eyes seemed caught up in a thought.

"Sure."

That small observation of yours became a thing of the past soon after you had finished playing two matches against him.

He had become your worst enemy.

"You do not let me catch a break!" You laugh and yell at the same time, shoving him with your shoulder.

"Just because you don't play it often, doesn't mean I have to go easy on you." He defends himself, smirking as he looks at you from the corner of his eye while he picks a new map to play on.

You toss your controller to his side of the bed to throw an over exaggerated fit.

"Well now I don't wanna play if I'm gonna keep getting bullied like this." You haughtily huff and cross your arms

Suna jokingly rolls his eyes and is about to ridicule you when you're both suddenly enveloped in darkness again.

The candle must've gone out.

And for some reason, the lack of light made for a lack of noise in the space between the both of you. The rumbles coming from the storm outside filled the void between the both of you and eventually closed the space between you two when a monstrous crack of thunder and lightning made you yelp and grab onto whatever was near.

The shock of the sudden noise had you breathing a bit quick and with your arms around Suna's torso, who instinctively put his arms around you too.

It was quiet, yet not at the same time.

The roaring storm outside was noisy enough,

but you and your study buddy weren't saying anything.

Your hands can feel how sturdy he is underneath the layers of his shirt and hoodie. He's big, an obvious fact considering he is tall and a volleyball player for the school, but it seems so much more prominent when your hand feels so small compared to his huge back.

His breath tickles your ear and you move your head back when you shiver because of it.

His face is now in front of yours because of it. And now you're both in a position to kiss. You can feel his body and mind contemplating it, by the way his head moves a little and how his breath starts to sound. You don't doubt that you're probably doing the same.

When you feel his hand squeeze around your hip, you give him a small peck on the lips. It took all of your courage and some of the intensity from the moment to do it.

You have no opportunity to berate yourself for doing it when he chases after your mouth immediately when you're about to pull away.

And now you're making out with...

"Suna." You sigh, feeling him manhandle you onto his lap

"Rin." He breathes quickly before he reaches for your mouth again.

You can't help the mewl you let out from savoring the moment like the repeated relief of taking off your shoes after a long day of walking.

"Rin." You repeat after him.

Rintaro, Rin, is breathing just as heavily against you as you are. He's going as far as you are, whatever you do, he does in return. When you swipe your tongue against his lips, he does the same, except you open your mouth to him when he does.

And now you're both kissing with tongue.

You moan particularly loud and he juts his hips up into you right before he pulls away from you, the look in his eyes something you so agonizingly wish you could see right now.

"I like you a lot." He confesses, moving his hands down to slither across your thighs and hold them there.

"I like you a lot too." You say back, gripping onto the hem of his hoodie.

"Yea?" Rin breathes against you, going back in to kiss you

"Mhm." You sigh in relief.

"Fuck, "He can't help but push up into you, "You're so fucking pretty."

"You think so?"

"Know so." He groans and heads towards your neck for an assault, holding you in place by the back of your neck. "I want you so bad."

You grind your hips against him, turned on by the confession, "I want you bad too."

BOOM!

And you get scared shitless by the bitchy thunder again, dragging you away from the intensity of your increasingly intense makeout session with Rintaro and into a breathless heap of laughter with him. He had fallen back onto the bed, dragging you down with him and into his arms, snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"Does this mean I can finally follow you on Instagram?"

"Huh?" You're still dazed from the oxygen sucking of a makeout you just shared with him

"I found it a long time ago, but you never gave it to me so I didn't wanna seem like a stalker. You looked really pretty in your post last week though. I like pink on you."

"Stalker!"

#suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader

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N. RIKI . . . MY BIGGEST HEADACHE: BET CHAPTER ⭑.ᐟ

ni-ki. assistant coach. tears. “ why are you so offended over a dare? ”. dickhead. annoyed. arguments. hugs and cuddles.

description. eventually after you found out about being a dare, you were crushed. you didn’t know what to do or even want to show your face. but when ni-ki refused to leave you alone, even after you made it clear you were done, what will happen?

words : 3.6k

ni-ki x female!reader

contains. ‼️ ; sap , cussing , face slap , mentions of depression , betrayal , plot twist ( let me know if i missed anything ! )

part 1: my biggest headache | part 2: mbh: bet chapter

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here we are! the long awaited part 2 ! i hope everyone enjoys it as much as i did writing for it!

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You didn't know what to feel. You were so hurt and betrayed. Being as you were basically just a joke to the whole basketball team that you put so much time and effort into. It was also the fact that your best friend was in on the "dare". You cried your eyes out that night, your tears soaking your pillow. Were you seriously just something for them to laugh about? Something for them to joke about?

Why should you even care what they thought about you in the first place? It wasn't that you cared, - who are you kidding, you cared. You didn't like being played as a joke. Why should you even be crying about it?

You heard the front door open, finally letting your body sit up, but you stayed in bed. All you wanted to do was sleep, was that so bad? Glancing over, you checked the time. It was a little past - 2 am. Good thing you didn't have school tomorrow. You heard a pair of footsteps coming up the stairs, your door slightly ajar. Heeseung poked his head into your room, his face immediately dropping with concern. "Y/N, what's wrong? Are you crying?" he spoke, stepping into your room. His clothes were changed into something comfortable; you shook your head. Not wanting to bother him with your problems after the amazing day and game he had.

Bu he wasn't giving up that easy. The male made his way into your room, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "I know something's wrong. Who do I have to beat up?" he asked seriously.

A slight smile spread across your face as you sighed and looked at him. Being thankful that you had a brother like him. But - if only he knew.

"It- It's nothing" you stuttered out, but his face knew you were hiding something from him. "Y/N." He said but you shook your head, taking your brother's hand, looking at him, tears brimming in your eyes. "It's just hormones, I'm on my period." you laughed, joking but hoping the male would take the hint that you didn't want to talk about it. Hell, you couldn't even find the words even if you wanted. You were blind about the situation. Only having one piece. Heeseung just nodded and sighed. "Maybe we could both get some sleep hm? Talk about it tomorrow maybe?" he asked and you nodded, wrapping your arms around the male, taking a deep sigh.

Hugging him always comforted you, he was your safety net. Something you needed in a time like this. "Okay." you said simply. The two of you reluctantly pulled away from the hug before he got up. "Night Y/n, see you in the morning" he said, giving you a heart shaped smile before he made his way out your door and to his room. You sighed deeply and got up, shutting the door and getting back into your bed. You pulled out your phone and went to Sunoo's contact as you saw the picture of the two of you together. They were photobooth pictures, one's the two of you adored. His hand was on your cheek, his big smile and eye smile evident. Your smile bright and hands behind his, shaped in triangles to represent fox ears.

The day brought back memories as the tears brimming in your eyes fell, falling onto your phone as you quickly wiped them away, hesitating a little as you pressed the ' block this caller ' ID. You couldn't understand why he would even participate in such a thing like that. It was horrible.

You quickly discarded your phone to the side, sniffling as you hugged your knees. Feeling a piece of your heart breaking. Why you.

Finally, the tears had stopped, and you drifted off to a deep sleep, something you needed. You didn't even hear the alarm that was sounding, a grumbling Heeseung walking to your room, poking you, shaking you. "Y/N, turn it off." the male griped as you groaned and slapped your phone, turning off the alarm.

"Thank you." He mumbled, making his way back to his room.

"Shh~" you shushed the male. Falling back asleep.

"I don't want to go today!" you pleaded with your older brother who was grabbing you by your foot, dragging you off the bed, your grip on your bed rails tight. Heeseung groaned. "Y/n, you can't skip school again." He emphasized, sighing as he let your foot go.

The weekend went by fast. You got your parents to let you stay home on Monday. On Tuesday you complained about your throat hurting. "Sunoo, has been asking me about you ASAP, and the boys at practice. You need to come to school." He said sternly. "Fuck them, I don't care. I don't want to go." You groaned and frowned, puffing out your cheeks.

"Okay, well. If you're not going, then I'm not going. I'm going to stay right here in your bed. With you. All day." the male said, starting to take off his shoes. "What?! no." You replied, standing up.

"Yep." "Why do you care if I go or not!" You whined and crossed your arms. "Because I know there is something you're not telling me. And I don't like it. I know you're not sick, so don't even try it. Since you won't tell me or let me at least try and let understand, then I have no choice, but you be by you" Heeseung explained as you groaned. "Fine, I'll go to stupid school."

"I'm glad you see it my way" the male smiled and put his shoes back on. "I'll be waiting." and with that, the male went downstairs, waiting on you as you got dressed, mentally trying to prepare yourself for school, hoping it would run smoothly, but just with your luck, who knew how it would go?

After you got dressed, Heeseung and you made it to the school with you frowning. You truly weren't ready to face whatever it was that was going on. Why were you a dare? Is the question that kept running through your mind.

"Whatever it is you're going through, you can get through it." Heeseung spoke as he shut off the car and got out, locking the doors after you exited the car. You made your way inside the school building. A wave of shock hitting your body as you stood, looking down the halls. "Just do what you need to do, and leave." you repeated to yourself as you walked down the halls, hoping to not bump into anyone as Heeseung split with you, walking down the hallway with his arm wrapped around his girlfriend's waist.

You walked to your locker, putting in the pin as you saw an envelope fall out, carefully bending down, you picked it up. All that read on it was, "Y/N, open."

You sighed, taking a deep breath, deciding not to entertain whatever messed up game they were playing with you. You were the main character, right? So, this should be how you want your game to go. Not theirs.

Shutting the locker, you were met with a familiar face. The bright smile of your ex best friend to you, Sunoo. "Oh my god Y/N, why haven't you been at school? I've been worried sick, and you haven't been answering any of my messages, what's going on?"

Just hearing his voice that used to bring you calmness, made you boil with anger. You started to speak as you looked at him, a bit of anger and heartbreak evident in your eyes. He gently placed his hands on your shoulder and looked at you. "You can tell me anything, What's wrong. You look hurt..." he mumbled as you scoffed.

You clenched the envelop tightly that you held in your hand, glaring at him. "Are you really going to sit in my face and look at me like that? Like I'm some kind of joke. I know what you did Sunoo." You spoke coldly as he widened his eyes. You could tell there was a hint of guilt evident as you scoffed. "Wh-what are you talking about?" the male stuttered and you rolled your eyes, tears brimming in them. "You made a bet. A stupid dare, on your best friend. How could you?!" you asked the male, hurt in your eyes as you felt a pang of heartache in your chest.

Sunoo looked at you and shook his head. "No, Y/N please, I promise it wasn't like that. I didn't know what i was betting on or getting into." He spoke, reaching out and taking your hands, brushing his thumb against your knuckles. You wanted so badly to pull your hands away. "What do you mean?" you asked curiously, not sure if you should trust anything he was saying to you. Sunoo sighed and started speaking...

( Sunoo's POV )

The male walked down the beautiful brick walkway of the campus, a soft " wave to earth " song playing his headphones as he was going to meet you, spotting Sunghoon, Jake, Jungwon, Ni-ki and Nicholas sitting by the waterfall, he stopped lightly as his eyes bounced from each boy who seemed to be having a grand time. "Ew." he said in his mind, a slightly judgmental look.

Their laughter growing louder and louder, making the male grow more annoyed. He knew he didn't have to stand there and listen, but something about the situation wasn't right. Sunoo sighed before attempting to walk away but was soon called over once he was spotted by Sunghoon, a sly smile coming from the male's lips. Sunoo sighed before he crossed his eyes and made his way over to the males, removing one side of the headphone as he stared down at Sunghoon.

Sunghoon looked at the male and smiled. "We gave Ni-ki a dare, want to put a bet in?" he asked with a coy smile. "No." Sunoo groaned and looked at the male. Sunghoon pouted his lips out before grabbing Sunoo's hand. "Why not. It'll be fun." Sunghoon spoke. "What's the stupid dare? And why do you want me to bet on it so bad?" Sunoo asked, him gently pulling his hand away. "We can't say." Ni-ki smiled and Sunoo laughed, scoffing. "Then why should I put money in?".

"Because I'll go on a date with you Sunghoon smiled and stood up, towering over the slightly shorter male. Sunoo could feel his cheeks heating up as he cleared his throat. "Fine.. What's the starting bid?" Sunoo asked and Sunghoon smirked. Nicholas spoke. "$70, for yes. $80, for no". Sunoo sighed and took out his phone, sending Ni-ki $70. "I hope whatever you're betting on. You all lose." Sunoo glared and stomped off.

He looked at you with soft eyes, a bit of pleading in them. “Please believe me, I would never ever hurt you on purpose with something like that.” He spoke, his eyes searching your face for a possible answer. “It was stupid for you to bet on something you didn’t even know about.” You frown, your voice breaking. A but of relief from your shoulders. Feeling bad for even doubting Sunoo in the first place. Looking at him as tears escaped your eyes. Sunoo’s thumb gently wiped the tears that escaped, pulling you in for a close hug. You wrapped your arms around him, smiling and sniffling a little. You were relieved that your bestfriend didn’t participate in the bet on purpose. Does it make what he did right? No. But is this a start to forgiveness? Yes.

The two of you separated from the hug. A but of silence between the two, the only noise being heard was the students walking through the hallways; talking — laughing — whining and their footsteps. The bell rung for you two to get to class. "Sunoo wait." You grabbed his hand as he made his way to his class. "What's up Y/N?" The male asked.

"I need you to tell Ni-ki to go to the locker room at the end of the day. Say anything to get him there." You said, your eyes filled with determination as Sunoo nodded, a small smile on his face. "Anything for you. But what are you going to do?" the male asked, and you hummed "You'll see." Is all you said before making your way to your class, a sinister smile appearing on your face.

Sunoo hummed as he sat in class, his eyes darting over to Ni-ki and Jungwon who actually seemed to be focused on classwork and the task they were assigned at hand. Sunoo hummed and got up, taking a seat next to the two. "Hey Ni-ki?" he started as Ni-ki smiled and looked over at him, humming in response. "Can you meet me behind the bleachers afterschool?" Sunoo asked. "Oh Sunoo, and here I thought you were interested in Sunghoon all along" the male teased, Jungwon snickering. "Trust me, it's not like that" Sunoo said rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious. I need to talk to you about something serious." Sunoo lied. The male laughed and nodded. "Okay fine, I'll be there" He spoke. Sunoo grinned and made his way back to his original seat, going back to focusing on his work with a smirk. "What do you think he wants?" Jungwon asked and Ni-ki just shrugged. "Probably not something serious, maybe he just wants to play with me." He said, scribbling on his paper.

"Are you gonna go?" Jungwon hummed, looking over at the males scribbling. Ni-ki nodded. "Yeah, why not."

You were anxious, you couldn't wait for the end of the day. It was time to get the payback you needed, to let Ni-ki know that you weren't the one to be played with. Like before. You are the main character of your story. Not the other way around.

Staring at the clock you wished the time could go by faster and before you knew it. It was 2:15. The final bell of the day sounded as you headed to your locker. Once you opened it, the envelope that you had earlier fell out as you picked it up, opening it as you shoved your bag into the locker, taking a deep sigh before opening the envelope. Inside was a picture of you and Ni-ki sharing a kiss in the car, but the photo was from outside the car, near a bush by your house. "Sick." You thought to yourself. A small frown and anger boiling over you. "God."

Ni-ki made his way to the bleachers, ducking as he stood under them. Waiting for Sunoo. "Hey." You said sternly, looking at the male. Ni-ki wouldn't be lying if he said he was shocked to see you. "Oh, hey Y/N" he spoke with the same cold tone that you gave him. You scoffed. The nerve of this dude.

"What do you want?" The male asked, staring down at you. You looked up at him. Keeping your face on. There was no way you were letting this dude belittle you. Not after the embarrassment he put you through. Though it wasn't spread throughput the school. You just couldn't get over the fact that you were a bet. Why? "What was your bet between you and your friends?" You asked boldly.

"Bet?" He questioned, laughing a little. "What bet?"

You raised your eyebrow. Was this dickhead seriously acting like he didn't know?

"Ni-ki, no offense. But don't fucking play with me.": You groaned. Honestly sick of him and his attitude.

“Look Ni-ki! I don’t have time for your games.” You snapped, balling your fist. “You’ve been such a dick to me ever since I’ve became the assistant coach. What the fuck is your problem?!” You shouldn’t, stepping closer. The male furrowed his brows, glaring down at you. “Calm your attitude Y/N. You’re getting mad at the wrong guy” he growled at you as you swung your hand back, slapping the male, your hand flying to your mouth.

You expected for the male to hit you back, maybe even push you down but he just looked at you with a sinister smile. Rubbing his cheek slightly. “Damn, you have a nice tight hook there.” He smiled and gently backed you against the back wall. Pinning you against it as he leaned down, whispering in your ear, his hot breathe pushing against it. “Want to know what happened?”

Even though you were pissed, you couldn’t stop how your body shuddered as the male leaned over you, whispering into your ear.

‘I hate attractive people’ you thought as you pushed the males chest. It sadly was one of your weaknesses. “What happened..?” You asked, standing up straight and straightening your posture.

Ni-ki began to speak humming softly as he leaned against the rail.

The male walked into the empty classroom, removing one of his headphone, looking up at the male. “What’s this about? Thought practice wasn’t until Thursday?” Ni-ki spoke, twiddling the headphone in-between his fingers.

“Yeah, I know I said that. But I need you and the guys to do something for me. Can you?” The male spoke and Ni-ki hummed. “Yeah sure.” He spoke, looking at the back of the males head. “What is it?” Ni-ki asked curiously, sitting on a desk.”

“You have something against Y/N?” The male asked and Ni-ki shook his head, laughing a little. “Nah. She’s actually pretty cute. When she doesn’t look like you.” Ni-ki hummed and spread his legs slightly. “What is it you want me to do hyung?”

“I need you to record you kissing Y/n, I bet you $300 you couldn’t get her to kiss you.” The male spoke. Ni-ki laughed. “Are you serious??” The male nodded. “Get the others to bet in.”

“Oh this is going to be the easiest $300 dollars of my life. Maybe even more. The others are sometimes idiots.” Ni-ki hummed and stood up. “But why?”

“Let’s just see, I like to see her rattled up. Freshman scare yeah?” He chuckled and looked at the male. Ni-ki laughed and nodded. “Damn, that’s cruel. She’s gonna hate you. But okay I got you.” Ni-ki hummed as he turned around, beginning to walk out before the voice told him to stop.

“Hm?” Ni-ki turned around and looked at him. “Get Sunoo to bet too.” Ni-ki just shook his head and laughed. “Get ready to pay me my money.” And with that, he walked out of the room and towards the water fountain where he met up with a Nicholas, Jungwon, Jake, Sunghoon and Jay.

“You won’t believe what hyung just asked me to do” he said, placing his bookbag down and hanging his headphones around his neck. “What?” Jake asked, popping a couple of shrimp chips into his mouth.

“He wants me to get a video or picture of me kissing Y/N.” He laughed. “What?! There’s no way she’ll do it. She can’t stand you” Sunghoon laughed. “Yeah, you are a bit of a jerk to her” Jungwon laughed with Sunghoon and hummed. “She will! Put in your bets now.” Ni-ki spoke as the boys laughed. “Okay, sure.” Sunghoon said. “I’ll bet $70 she doesn’t kiss you.” Sunghoon smiled. “I bet $100 she does kiss him!” Jake raised the bets. Soon the boys put in their bets. Sunghoon spotting a staring Sunoo and bringing him over. Soon the bet was over $600 dollars, split into Ni-ki not getting kisses by Y/N, the others agreeing she would.

Such an innocent bet, disregarding your feelings about the whole thing.

You looked at him, still confused slightly. Your mouth agape. A bunch of assholes.

Ni-ki smiled. “Think with that pretty brain of yours..” ’can you ride home with Ni-ki? I won’t be home until later’. It echoed in your head. Suddenly something made it all clear, the bounce of a basketball into the gym as you looked at Ni-ki one last time, before seeing who it was. A swish was heard and it clicked. It was Heeseung.

That’s why he wanted you to ride with Ni-ki home that night. That’s why he was so adamant on getting you to school. *He was the first person to introduce you to Ni-ki. Your brother was the lead person on this bet.

You felt hurt and betrayed. What the hell was wrong with them.

He. Was your biggest headache.

You gritted your teeth before storming out of the gym. Passing by his girlfriend.

Heeseung’s girlfriend came to him and smiled, gently kissing his cheek. “Can I talk to you?” She spoke quietly before the male smiled and tossed the basketball to Ni-ki. She led him to the bleachers and smiled, humming before pressing a kiss to his lips, deepening it. The male wrapped his arms around her waist as the two pulled away.

The woman drew her hand back and slapped Heeseung. “We’re fucking over! I saw you kiss that other girl earlier. You cheater!” You said, tears in her eyes before pushing the male. Ni-ki winced as he witnessed the slap. A shocked Heeseung widening his eyes.

“Wh-what are you talking about?!?” He spoke as he watched his girlfriend storm out the gym. Her tears falling down.

You smiled as you hugged the woman, “oh my god! You did so amazing Hina!” You shouted.

“Yeah, maybe I should become an actor?” She laughed. You pulled out the $600 dollars you swiped from Ni-ki and divided it between you, Sunoo and Hina in three ways. The three of you high fived and grinned.

“Thought they could get over on it. We did it!” You shouted, the three of you hugging.

Now.

You were THEIR biggest headache.

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bedoballoons · 1 year ago

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Yandere Lyney,Ferment,lynette and Neuvillette and there reaction to there dearest darlings friends from Sumaru coming for a surprise visit to Fontaine.. I'm starting to miss sumeru!! And all of the friends..Tighnari..Cyno..Nilou kaveh KAVEH!!😭 Al...well maybe not Alhaitham....but you get it😅

Yesss!! Jealousy is on high alert! Friends better be careful! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy! <3

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{༻~Yandere and friends~༺}

CW: Obsessive behaviour! Slight threats towards other characters, possessiveness, and jealousy! Heated make outs, established relationships! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour, Neuvillette: Dearest,

(Includes: Lyney, Lynette, Neuvillette, and Freminet! Honourable mentions: Tighnari, Kaveh, Nilou, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Lyney: (Kaveh)

Lyney was putting on a performance as per usual, only this time it had nothing to do with magic or tricks of the mind, no this time it was a fake smile and calm facade, while he sat there... watching you laugh happily with another man beside you. It was driving him absolutely mad, his thoughts running wild with wanting to claim you as his and his alone, but he had to at least attempt to play nice, "Ahem, so Kaveh. What did you say you did for work again?"

Kaveh smiled nervously, "Well I'm a architect, but recently works been...frustrating to say the least. I feel like I have less and less inspiration, however visiting here has definitely helped." He glanced at you towards the end, giving silent indication that you were the reason behind his new ideas and Lyneys face turned red with anger, all the way to the tips of his ears.

"I am so unbelievably sorry, but I completely forgot we had somewhere to be. You'll have to excuse us, bye!" Lyney grabbed your wrist harshly, pulling you away from the blonde and down into the nearest alley so quickly you didn't even get to respond. He lifted you up, your back pushed roughly against the stone wall as his lips crashed into yours, his jealousy turning into possessiveness while he claimed your kiss for himself.

He only pulled away once you started gasping for air and even then he whispered hotly against your lips a warning, "Don't...talk to him again, or else."

𑁍༄Lynette: (Nilou)

"Nilou! What are you doing here? Oh my gosh!!" You hurried up to the beautiful dancer, arms wrapping around her tightly in a warm welcoming embrace. You couldn't even recall the last time you'd seen her since coming to Fontaine, but you did know it had been ages and you were more than happy about her surprise visit.

"I really wanted to show you some of my new dance moves, but I knew you were so far away...and then I came with the idea to come to you! I'll be here for a few days and I want to see everything! Oh I've missed you so much!" Her voice was sugary sweet and she smelled slightly of Sumeru flowers, which made you miss the forest. It really had been some time since you last visited.

"Ahem...who's...this?" Lynettes monotone voice pulled you out of your hug and you suddenly felt guilty for not introducing them to eachother sooner, "I'm so sorry! Lynette this is Nilou from Sumeru, she's a beautiful dancer and a really good friend of mine. Nilou this is Lynette,my girlfriend, she works as a assistant to a incredible magician!"

"Oh it's a pleasure to meet you Lynette." Nilou reached a hand out, ready to shake in greeting, but Lynette rejected it, in fact without a word she took your hand and lead you away, leaving you completely confused and Nilou wandering what had happened. "Lynette? What are you doing?"

"You're mine...and I'm not a fan of this dancer getting in the way of that. If she'd like to see Fontaine she can do so without you." Her voice was still flat, but now it held a tinge of anger...jealousy. It had your face blushing and heart racing, "I'm...yours?"

"All mine~"

𑁍༄Neuvillette: (Tighnari)

Neuvillette swirled the water in his cup, sharp lilac eyes glued to the fennec fox across from him, the poor man's tail swaying with anxiety as the Chief of justice stared him down. It truly wasn't Neuvillettes intention to make the other nervous, but now that he had started to he simply couldn't stop, maybe if the fox hadn't hugged you so tightly...,this wouldn't have happened.

"Well anyways...Tighnari what have you been up to? How's Collei?" You tried to break the rising tension, but it seemed it was of no use as Neuvillette stood up, gesturing for you to follow him, "My sincerest apologies, but it seems we've run out of time to chat for today. Dearest please accompany me."

You shot him a curious look, knowing full well neither of you had any plans during this time of day, but leaving with him was better than the two of them silently threatening eachother...so you followed after him. Your curiosity only growing as he walked into a nearby office, completely empty and unused by anyone, "Neuvillette...?"

He gently grabbed your waist, pulling your body close to his until you were flush against him, your face mere inches from his own and your cheeks blushing at his unusual forcefulness. "Pardon my forwardness, I just don't like people touching things that don't belong to them and he got far closer to you than he should have~"

𑁍༄Freminet: (Cyno)

Freminet sighed in annoyance, his eyes trained on your friend as he told you jokes...all of which weren't even that funny and he explained all of them afterwords, making it even less funny, but you were still laughing? Why? How was this man entertaining you so easily, speaking with no stutter while your boyfriend sat next to you, to shy to even say a word, but filled with anger and jealousy on the inside that made him want to scream.

You were his entire world...his everything, his obsession and he didn't like this suprise visitor threatening that. Suddenly a idea popped into his head, a small almost unnoticeable smirk playing on his lips as he leaned in closer to you, whispering into your ear with his face blushed and his heart racing, "Let's leave him, I-I want to make you mine. We can do whatever you'd like, p-please~"

His breath was hot against your ear and he sounded so desperate that your heart skipped a beat, "F-freminet-" His hand intertwined with yours, "S-sorry Cyno, but it seems they aren't feeling s-so well. Look at their face, I'm sure they will meet up with you later...m-maybe." With that he directed you away, excited to be alone with you and more than ready for whatever pleasure he could give you.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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