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re last answer: please don't stop, being very unhinged about these two pretty white boys is helping distract me from the sharks losing streak rn so bring it on
https://www.tumblr.com/bondedpairs/764566430180147200?source=share
(sideblog woes but there's the link for you) anyway in the vid they talk about going over to each other's houses to have dinner and things and while that is a delicious example of their codependence i love it bc through an rpf lens there is definitely some old man ******* going on. they can have the dilfs and each other.
(someone else mentioned kept boys which i could write an essay on but i fear being Perceivedâąïž)
anyway if you have anything to add to this please do, if not ignore me and i will hide under a rock until the stress-related insanity has worn off and i am a functioning member of society once more đ
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ty for the video!!! and please, WRITE THE KEPT BOYS ESSAYYYY i promise i will read it with my hands over my eyes if you donât want to be perceived. do it scared!! do it anyway!! weâll all love you for it!!!
#like. i donât know how to explain how narratively aware will smith is to me. he knows heâs being put into the codependent rookies arc.#heâs aware that zeev buium transforms into a dog. he knows that he and mack arenât getting together because mackâs gotta work it out first.#& in a less unhinged way i simply mean that will smith has an air of both self-conscious thought & projection i think is maybe fascinating.#but not in a way in which i actually know this or think that he thinks about himself and how he comes across. he just Is Something ????#the best way i can explain is one of my alltime favorite fics i use it like a shorthand citation bc i love it so much but catchascatchcanâs#many worlds universe but specifically the second tk/pat story second person you the ouroboros spits out its tale nolan walks off screen.#like that is the kind of narrative awareness i am trying to explain that no matter where i put him will smith knows heâs inside a story but#not in a way where heâs trying to do anything to it. heâs just present there. this makes no sense to me either please understand#liv in the replies#bondedpairs#happy to have brought you something in your times of woe!!! âalso hope things get a little less stressful for you!! <3#weâre 2gether p much 24/7â no go on i say in my nature documentary voice. watching them like bugs under a rock rn observing from a distance#this DID get me to actually watch the video. agreed with puckpocketed saying rich text and ur tags like. YES the daddy issues popped out.#just wants to make sure heâs having fun!! checking up!! mack the prime irritance in willâs life!! foisted off on one another w/ no choice#itâs like when your parents are friends so then you have to be friends with their kids in a way and then also like. youâre the only kids#close in age to each other but theyâre NOT but it is definitely not like. i would choose you for any lifetime it is very will smith hockey#(once again) very aware he has to wait for mack to settle down. like now that iâm saying this i DO want clairvoyant will smith which is not#where it goes in the first half but just in the sense of like. those silly posts that are like âinvested early in stock!â & itâs a picture#of braden holtby & his beautiful bisexual wife brandi back when holts was a hipster who wore skinny scarves & now everyone thinks heâs sooo#like that but itâs will smith saying my god you are insufferable but youâll be fantastic in five years. get in the fucking car.#(yes i am drawing extensively from the one picture where will has COMPLETELY tuned him out (there is a football reasoning reference here?#with the patriots? neonfretra drew this also but it was a tweet about the teams. thereâs layers to this here ANYWAY) weâre building a life#i realize after the fact i addressed neither the dilf (gilf?) fucking here nor the content of the actual video & polycules to which i say:#brain scrampled egg. the burnsie/joe/patty/(pavs???) polycule just exists to me and the kids intersect the venn diagram but in a much#smaller portion than they intersect each other in both ways (will/mack joe/the guys)#also as for the content of the video. youâre gonna have to give me at LEAST (how long did it take me until i actually started posting tzjd?#i hate that this is my metric but it really was like. i see everyone yelling about them & iâm like ok. [please ignore the irrational hatred#i have for tz at the time it has to do with moritz seider and also whenever i see him on the ice something awakens in kill mode] and i DO#blame tzjd for my 800 drafts and it took me like. a good while before i finally went OH kay. i see it. okay i can get invested. horizon at#a 45 degree angle moon in the late waxing gibbous winds scented of orange & blowing S by SW from the vortex cycle etc etc ass conditions)
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Our Blue Spring: Gojo Satoru x Reader
Time stopped for you that day. That day where all four of you are laughing together, the sun brightly shining, the wind gently blowing, the sky a beautiful blue, where all of you believed everything was going to be alright.
Tags/Warning: Fem!reader, Teen!Gojo, Reader is a jujutsu sorcerer, Fluff, Gojo in love, Gojo in denial, One-Shot
Ëâ§Ë. Wc: 2.5k Ëâ§Ë.
"Shoko! I need help!" Satoru burst through Shoko's door. "I think I'm dying!"
Shoko turned around to face Satoru. She did not want to deal with his childish antics right now. It was 8am in the morning, and she was surviving on less than 2 hours of sleep.
"Gojo Satoru. I haven't had my morning coffee yet. Do not talk to me until I have my coffee. I am not ready for whatever thing you have to say."
Satoru put his hand on his chest and whined dramaticallyâ "You wound me Shoko! I could be dying right now, and all you care about is coffee!"
"Please do. It would save everyone from your annoyance," Shoko sighs.
"I am not annoyiâ"
"Just tell me why you think your dying when you're perfectly fine."
"Wellâ" Satoru quickly plopped down on Shoko's chair and leaned his head back. "Lately, my heart had been beating super fast andâ"
"Out of nowhere?" Shoko interrupted.
"Well, no butâ"
"So around someone?"
"Technically, yes, but will youâ"
"Around who?"
Satoru huffed angrily and crossed his arm. "Will you let me finish first! It's like I'm being ignored here!"
Shoko ignored his comment and continuedâ "Around whâ"
"Nuh, uh! Let me finish talking first!" Satoru immediately interrupted. "So, as I was saying before, I was rudely interrupted."
Shoko rolled her eyes at his comment because Satoru always rudely interrupted people when they're talking.
"Lately, my heart always beat super fast around her, and my eyes always follow her around. I always want to see her smile and see her happy. Whenever I see her sad or hurtâ" Satoru grasped his shirt tightly where his heart was and looked downâ "My chest hurts. It feels like someone ripped my heart out, which is impossible since I'm the strongest!"
Shoko had an expression of shock before it turned into amusement.
"And who is this girl?"
"Y/N! She must have cursed me, right? She must be envious of how strong I am despite her always denying it! Shoko! Diagnose me! I'm sure I'm dying!"
Shoko couldn't help but laugh at this predicament.
"Why are you laughing?" Satoru pouted. "I'm dying, and you're laughing at me."
Shoko eyes sparkled in amusement and mischief.
"You're diagnosed with love."
"What?"
"Suguruuuuu!"
"No, Satoru. I don't want to listen to you complain about your crush for the 50th time today."
"I don't like her! I justâyou know!" Satoru whined and made some weird hand gestures.
"Satoru. I swear to God, I will summon a curse right now to eat you. Ever since that day where Shoko diagnose you with love, you only talked about her, complained about how much you like her, how she doesn't pay enough attention to you and then denies it the very next second." Suguru sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He can already feel an upcoming headache from this conversation.
"I don't like her!" Satoru whines again. "I don't like her just because my eyes follow wherever she goes. I just want to be close to her at all time! It's not my fault my heart and soul desires hers. It's not like I want her to be mine or anything! I don't like her like that."
"Satoru. You're contradicting yourself in every sentence."
"Excuse me? I am not!" He crosses his arms and starts to sulk.
"Are you guys fighting again?"
They both turned around to see you and Shoko carrying drinks.
"They're probably were being the idiot they are. Always fighting about the stupidest things." Shoko sighs and puts down the drinks on the table. "And they're the ones who made us go out and buy them drinks. I should be the one beating them up."
"Satoru was complaining about his crush again. This is like the 50th time today." Suguru grabs the newly brought coffee from the table. "Even coffee won't save me from this catastrophe."
"Geez Satoru, poor Suguru having to go through all that," you laughed. "When are you going to tell us who got you all whipped up?"
All three of them stared at you. Like stared at you.
"Why are you guys staring at me? I'm sure all three of us want to know who he likes since all he talks about is her."
"It's nothing to worry your pretty head about," Satoru says as he grabs his coma-inducing drink.
"You wouldn't understand since you're so oblivious to such obvious hints," Shoko said as she sat down and grabbed her coffee. "He's absolutely smitten by her, and the girl is completely oblivious."
This immediately causes Satoru to complain â "Excuse you! I do not give out obvious hints, and I absolutely am not smitten! I do not like her like that!"
What you didnât notice during this time was how he kept sneaking quick glances at you. It's not like he can help it! You obviously had some dust on you, and it was bothering him!
"Why is she with Nanami!? I'm so much cooler than Nanami!" Satoru glares at you who is busy talking to Nanami. "Why isn't she spending time with me!"
At this moment, all Suguru wanted to do was to dump Satoru into the trash can. Shut the lid and hope that the garbage man takes him far away. Not that it will help since Satoru could teleport.
"For the love of everything nice, Satoru just confesses that you're in love with her. Stop being in denial. I'm going to lose my mind listening to you complain every day about the same thing."
Satoru huffedâ "It's not love!"
"Satoru, listen. What if someone comes up to her and takes her away from you? What are you going to do?"
"That's such an easy question!" Satoru laughed. "I can use reversal red on them, duh! Even their ashes won't remain!"
"What if she likes them too? Or what happens when we lose her all together? You know being a sorcerer is dangerous," Suguru sighed.
That immediately stopped Satoru from laughing. The smile immediately wiped away from his face, and the light in his eyes dimmed. The expression on Satoru's face was fear? Uneasiness? For once, Suguru couldn't tell what expression was on Satoru's face. He couldn't figure out what he was feeling.
"Satoru?"
No response.
"Satoru," Suguru shaked his shoulder. "Satoru."
Saroru snapped out of his daze. A smile immediately reappeared on his face, and his eyes light up once more.
"Hm? What did you say, Suguru? You bored me so much with your rambling that I dazed off~"
"Satoruâ"
Before Suguru can replyâ "Satoru! Suguru!"
Both of them look toward the sound of your voice. You were dragging Nanami toward them.
"Ah, finally bored of just talking to Nanami?" Satoru laughed as he walked up to meet you halfway. He then put his arms around Nanami. "Nanami is quite boring compared to me after all~"
You stared at him and then frowned. "Satoru."
"Hm?" He hummed as he tilt his head to face you.
"What's wrong? You're acting stranâ"
"Nothing is wrong," he immediately interrupted you, smiling brightly. "You're imagining things. Everything is fine, right Suguru?"
Your frown deepen. Something wasn't right.
Satoru felt like using reverse red. For all he knows, all he can see is red. Today was the day of the goodwill event, and there was this guy from Kyoto Tech who's putting his hands all over you. He felt like something was clawing his chest open. Sure, there is a rule of no killing, but surely they'll understand that his hand slipped, right? He just wanted to get rid of that weird feeling in his chest.
He then felt someone's hand on his shoulder.
"Jealousy is an ugly look, Satoru. You're going to stare a hole into that guy."
"I'm not jealous, Suguru. That guy just looks so annoying! He's annoying me by existing! I just think my hand is slipping, which might cause me to accidently use reversal red."
Suguru shakes his head in amusement.
"Whatever you say, Satoru. But she doesn't need rescuing Satoru," Suguru said as he pointed toward your direction. "Look."
They watched you as you elbowed the guy in the guts. The guy crumbled onto the floor, and you leaned down and said something to him before you noticed both of them. You immediately smiled and came up to them.
Suguru laughed as he ruffled your hairâ "Ouch. That looks like it hurts a lot."
"He deserved it," you huffed. "He was annoying and being a disgusting pervert."
"Surely I can reverse red him, right? I mean, it's not like anyone will notice him goneâ"
"Absolutely not, Satoru!" You quickly turned to look at him. "The rule of this event is absolutely no killing even if he's a creep!"
Satoru looked you in the eyes and then whinedâ "Fineeeee. No killing! Maybe a few broken bones orâ"
"Satoru!"
The sun was setting, and when the goodwill event ended, the guy from earlier has seen much better days. He was covered in bruises, broken bones, and a few fractures. But it's ok! He's just an NPC that no one would care about, as Satoru claimed.
"See, I didn't kill him!" Satoru exclaimed as he waited for you to compliment him.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Good job, I guess."
"You guess?? How rude! I defended your honor!" Satoru complained.
"You saw me elbowing his gut this morning, Satoru," you replied, which led to Satoru to look away and sulk.
You laughed at his behavior before sayingâ "The sunset is beautiful today."
Satoru looked back up but not at the sunset. He looked at you. The way the light kissed your skin made you look beautiful. He felt his breath get taken away by your beauty. You were always beautiful to him. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest.
"Yeah. Absolutely beautiful."
After the goodwill event passed, Satoru was acting weird. Yeah, he's normally weird, but this was a whole different weird. Lately, he always seems to be in a daze thinking about something.
Today, you guys decided to go to the park to hang out, but Satoru was even more unusually quiet.
"Satoru! Earth to Satoru!" You called as you wave your hand over his face.
"Huh?" Satoru snapped out of his daze. "What's happening?"
"Shoko and Suguru went to buy some popsicles. You didn't answer them, so they said they'll make sure not to get you anything," you shaked your head and sighed. "We called you multiple times, but you didn't answer. What's on your mind lately? I'm worried about you."
Satoru bit the bottom of his lips and got up from the swing. He pushed you to sit down on the swing and held the chain with his hands.
"Satoru?" You tilted your head to the side in confusion.
He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes.
"I have something to say. I think I'm in love."
You were about to open your mouth to say something, but Satoru quickly continued.
"Don't say anything until I finish."
You closed your mouth and nodded. Satoru's cheek was dusted in a shade of light pink. You couldn't help but think about how cute he looked in this moment.
"You remember asking who I was 'whipped' up for? The one I always complain to Suguru about?"
You slowly nodded your head.
"It's you. It's always been you. My heart always beat uncontrollably fast around you. All my thoughts are consumed by you and only you. I want you to be happy. I want you to smile. I never want to see you hurt. I don't ever want to see you sad. Lately, Iâve been thinking about what life would be like without you and... it's hard to imagine. I feel like there's this hole in my chest when I imagine what life would have been like without you. Maybe I have been denying my feelings for a long time despite knowing that I was in love."
You notice how Satoru was trembling. He was scared.
"I'm scared. I'm scared of these new and weird feelings in my chest. I'm scared of love. I'm scared of the changes it will bring. I'm scared of the pain of losing you because I love you. I'm scared to lose you. I'm scared to imagine my life without you. But I want you to be mine. I love you. I love you so much that I feel like dying without you. Will you please date me? Go on a date with me? Let me court you? Be my girlfriend? Let me call you mine? Please?"
You were beyond surprised. You didnât expect him to confess to you out of everyone. You definitely didnât expect him to pour out all his feelings either. But it was a pleasant surprise. You couldnât help but smile gently at Satoru.
"Satoru." You said as you cupped his face.
He looks at you, eyes gleaming with anticipation and fear.
"I'll date you."
The second you said those three words, Satoru eyes light up with happiness.
"Really?" He asked as he took your hands off his cheek and into his own.
"Really."
Satoru immediately pulled you up from the swing, lifted you up, and spinned you around. He couldn't help but feel relieved that you agreed to date him. He felt extremely happy. He felt like he had the world in his hands, and in a way, he did. Because you are his world.
"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he laughed.
You couldn't help but laugh along with him. After all, he had the brightest smile on his face right now. He was radiating pure happiness. He gently put you back down onto the ground and leaned down towards you.
"I want to kiss you. May I? Or am I moving too fast?"
You smiled, leaned in, and wrapped your arms around his neckâ "You may."
He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. When he leaned down and your lips gently connected, you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. A feeling of warmth spread across your body. It was like everything was perfect. Like it was meant to be. It felt just right.
When your lips parted, both of your cheeks were dusted with a shade of pink. You stared in each other's eyes for a moment before both of you crack a smile.
"About flipping time."
Both of you jumped and turned around to see Shoko and Suguru. Their eyes were sparkling, and they had a smirk on their face.
"You guysâ" you started as you carried a massive blush on your face. "How long have you been there?"
"The whole time," Shoko laughed as she shook her head.
You looked down and then noticed that they hadn't brought any popsicles like they said they were going to.
"Man," Satoru whined and nuzzled against you. "You guys totally set this up, didn't you?"
A moment of silence passed before you let out a laugh. Your laugh caused Satoru to start laughing as well. Which ended up with all four of you standing there laughing.
In your mind right now, time stopped. All four of you together, the sun brightly shining, the wind gently blowing, the sky a beautiful blue, where all of you believed everything was going to be alright.
Author's note: I struggled a lot with deciding the ending... I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I also originally planned for a sad ending. After going back and forth for a while, I decided a happy ending with a tiny hint of angst. đ©”
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paring: dom!bestfriend!sunghoon x sub!fem!reader
genre: smut, friends to lovers (mdni !!)
summary: in which you come home to find your best friend getting off, weird but it's natural right? not until you heard him calling out for you.
warnings: smut ofc, masturbating, unprotected sex (donât be a prick, wrap your dick!!) , panty stealing⊠riding, body worship, fingering, biting, degradation, spitting, marking, squirting, profanity, dirty talk, pet names (slut, cum dump, princess), breeding kink, sunghoon is a perv,, this is honestly just pure filth toođ (Imk if i missed anything!!)
wc: 1.5k (1,597)
a/n: this is my first fic (đ) i apologize in advance for the cringe wattpad like writing,, also english isnât my first language so please ignore any grammar mistakes <3 i hope u guys enjoy and im so sorry for the wait like i donât know why it took me like three weeks to make a 1.5k ficđđđ i promise for my other works they will be more hastily writtenđ©·đ©·
taglist: @lelelelelelenim @iamkali @jjonghoonist @ramenoil @deobitifull @velathaheigeros @enhaz1 @thinaswreck @heeseungsslutt @cherriruto @yohanabanana @hvnyujiq @fightqueen @parkhonnie (some of the tags arenât working so iâm so deeply sorry for everyone who asked and isnât here </3)
âcan i come over?â you read the writing on your phone as you best friend sunghoon messaged you. âyea, sure :) iâm still at work though but you have the extra key anyway.â you replied to him putting down your phone and typing away at your computer. your phone buzzes once again but desperate to rest, you ignore it and continue working.
on the other hand, sunghoon is at your door in a heartbeat. he unlocks the door with ease, walking in, the smell of you instantly hitting him. he inhaled your lingering scent as he closes his eyes imagining him nuzzling into your neck, pounding into you, taking in the smell of your natural perfume. âfuck.â sunghoon groans as his cock starts to feel heavy.
he makes his way towards your room, your scent growing more intense as he groans internally. âwhat are you doing to me y/n?â he thinks about his morals for a minute before diving into your laundry basket, picking up a used lace thong. he curses at himself but he doesnât stop. instead he goes on your bed and propped himself up nice and pretty.
he holds your panty in his left hand bringing it closer to his face as he takes a fat whiff of you as he threw his head back. his other hand starts palming his refined boner as he continues sniffing at your undergarment. he pulls down his sweats down to his knees along with his boxers, freeing his hardened member. âoh god..â he grunts as he drapes your thong over his leaking, pink tip. staining it with his glossy precum.
unbeknownst to him, youâre already back home taking off you heels. âhoon?â you call out neatly tucking away your shoes as you make your way to your room. âfuck yes y/n, youâre taking my cock in so good~â did you hear that right? you stopped in your tracks thinking there must be someone else in your room. scared, you peep your head in your doorway, looking ahead into your room.
and to your surprise, itâs sunghoon. pumping his cock furiously, his eyebrows furrowed, lip bitten, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and your thong over his length. fuck he looked so hot. you always had a thing for sunghoon but not wanting to ruin your friendship, you kept it to yourself and your trusted diary. you canât help but clamp your legs together, almost moaning at the sight.
you decided to test your faith, so you walked over infront of your bed. âshit y/n! your pussy is so fucking tight princess!â sunghoon whimpers out, he opens his eyes only to see you. standing infront of him, arms crossed and face flushed with a crimson tone. âlike what you see doll?â sunghoon smirks not showing one bit of embarrassment. instead, a sense of pride.
âi.. uhm..â you stutter shocked by the lack of embarrassment he showed on his face. âyou love it huh? watching your best friend fuck himself with your skimpy thong? huh? look at you. i bet youâre all soaking wet from watching me pump my cock for you isnât that right, slut?â he whispered, walked over to you, leaning down into your ear moaning playfully as he nibble on your earlobe.
âahh.. hoon..â you whimper at his words, his hands trailing up and down your body stopping where you wanted him the most. âshit. no panties? do you really are just a slutty whore arenât you? practically begging any man to cream your pussy right? you better fucking stop. because this tight, wet, creamy cunt is all mine. understood?â he degrades as he slaps your warmth, making you jerk forward as you nod your head in response.
âuse your words doll. you know i hate stupid little whores.â he orders rubbing circles into your clit making you moan and clinging onto sunghoonâs broad shoulders. âyouâre gonna let me breed your sopping pussy yeah? fill you up with my babies to show everyone who you belong to right?â he mutters over your neck, sucking and biting marks all over your neck. âyes hoon.. iâm all yours.â you finally managed to moan out.
âgood girl.. now come here.â sunghoon ordered as he picked you up effortlessly, slamming you down on his lap earning a yelp from you. âmay i?â he asks for your consent before stripping you to which you consented. âoh fuck doll, youâre gorgeous.â sunghoon admires your soft skin, rolling his fingers over your nipples licking his lips. âfeels good hoon~â you whine out bucking your hips into his. âi know pretty girl..â he coos a finger teasing at your wet hole, him waiting for a reaction.
âhoon please.. i want you.â you whimper grinding on his fingers as he smiles in satisfaction. âbeg for it then. tell me how much you want me to fuck you dumb.â he grins looking down at you and watching your face contort from the feeling of his long and slender fingers sliding into your core. âi want you to fuck me until i canât walk anymore.. i need your cum in me hoon. i need it so so bad!â you squeal at the sensation of his fingers going in and out of my sopping cunt. wet, gushing sounds reverberating around the room. âgood girl..â he grunts, speeding up his pace.
you feel a familiar knot in your abdomen, panting uncontrollably as you arch your back, âfuck hoon iâm close..!â you whimper, him smirking back at your call as he continues to finger you in the âcome hereâ motion. âcum for me then slut.â he commands as you release on his fingers. the sight was so dirty, your squirt soaking his fingers and your sheets, his mouth sucking your juices off you and you arching your back, your mouth forming an âoâ shape.
âfuck,, youâre such a slut huh?â he teases, pulling his digits out of you and shoves them in your mouth. ânow suck.â he commands, to which you obey. swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them in your saliva. his cock twitches at the sight, sunghoon wanted to absolute ruin you.
sunghoon sat comfortably on the bed patting his bare thighs, âcome here.â he commanded, smirking at you. âwhat are you waiting for? is it because iâm not heeseung?â he gritted his teeth, the flashback of you giving heeseung a lap dance engraved in his mind wishing it was him you were grinding all up on. âno.. itâs not thatâ you mutter out quietly, crawling to sunghoon straddling him.
âwhat is it then? hm?â he caressed your thighs softly, looking at you expectantly. âitâs just.. iâve been waiting for this since we became friends hoon..â you ground your hips down on his throbbing length, smiling at him softly. His eyes darkened at your words as he tightened his grip on your hips, pushing you down onto his lap roughly, feeling your wet pussy sliding along his engorged cock. "oh is that so? enjoying yourself arenât you?" he smirked at you once again.
He grabs you by the hair and pulls your face close to his, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with a deep passion as his cock twitches against your slick hot cunt. you kiss him back passionately moaning into the kiss. âtrust me doll, youâre gonna forget who heeseung even is after i fuck you dumb.â he growls as he grabbed onto your hips pulling you towards himself forcefully slamming his cock deep inside your tiny hole stretching it wide "fuck... yes.... fuck..!" he grunts.
âyouâre so fucking big hoon~!â you whine out watching him slowly thrust in and out of you. âi know doll, i know.â he replies cockily while grunts he slams himself against you harder, grabbing your breasts roughly and squeezing them, feeling your nipples get rock hard under his fingers as he continued to slam into you, using you like a toy as he pounded you relentlessly. you moan his name like a mantra, completely fucked out.
âyeah thatâs it. moan my name like a whore. youâre all mine understand?â he glared at you waiting for your answer. âyes hoon! iâm all yours!â you pant out, bouncing up and down on his girthy cock, your cunt convulsing around his length. he smirked proudly, thrusting himself deeper inside you until he was buried completely within you. "that's right, doll. cum all over my fucking dick." He whispered huskily, grabbing onto your hips tightly as he began pounding away at you mercilessly, driving you crazy with desire.
âshit hoon iâm cumming!â you scream, feeling yourself come undone. a thick, creamy gloss ring coats the base of his dick, dripping down onto his thighs. âcan i cum in you doll?â he asks for permission as you nod your head, âyes yes yes! cum in me sunghoon! i want your load in me so bad!â you beg, your body shaking from the stimulation your yet receiving.
âso fucking good, all wet and creamy all just for me.â he grunts as he finally shoots his milky, thick load inside of you. guiding your hips as he rides out his high. he pulls out of you, you whining at the emptiness. âlook. watch my seed drip out of you.â he orders as you watch his gooey cum trickle from your well fucked hole down onto the sheets.
âare you gonna give me aftercare or are you gonna be a dickhead?â you cocked an eyebrow
âonly if you be mine forever.â he smirked jokingly, getting towels to clean you off.
âiâve always been yours.â
#enhypen#enhypen smut#sunghoon#sunghoon smut#park sunghoon#park sunghoon smut#smut#enhypen hard hours#sunghoon fic#kpop smut
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I Love You But Do You Love ME?
Part 2 to The Love, I have Longed For
Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Tall Thick Brown-Skinned Women
Warnings : 18+. Romance, Mature Content (Cursing and Teasing), "drama", Fluff, Sensitive Topic
Summary: The After Math Of The Problems You Create.
A/N: There will be a part there as I did not want this too long, as always, to improve I would love constructive criticism. There also will be a part 3, which will be the final chapter or not?
*Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future writings.
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How could he cheat on me? We've been together for 4 years and married for 2. I gave him my early twentiesâŠhow could I be so dumb to believe he was differentâ. Estella cryâs into the arms of Amir in the parking lot of her home.
 âThat British buffoon, Fucked up something good for a few quick fucks with his co-star not being man enough to leave firstâ. He picks up Estellaâs head, making her look in his eyes, âHeâs gonna try to convince you to take him back back, don't, stand up to him and never lower your confidence for a man ever. Ok you are too beautiful and intelligent to do soâ. She nodded her head , agreeing with his statement. âOk, Iâm okâ Estella mumbled wiping her tears.
Days after, Estella goes to pick up her things while Aaron is at work.Â
 âNow let's get out of this car and pack up your things before that big - green eyed bastard child comesâ. They share a hug and a laugh then exit the car. As they walk to the door, a few cars pull out, her friends exit the cars. They walk up to her with a pity look, ready to help her pack her shit.Â
A few hours later they are in the last box ready to leave when Aaron pulls up in the driveway.Â
Getting out of the car, he recognizes the cars in the driveway, one being his wifes. He rushes to the door and up the stairs, trying to make it to his wife. Seeing him, everyone rolls their eyes, signin in unison that he's here, he walks up to her standing directly in front of her, seeing her disguised expression, his heart breaks a little, tears threatening to fall out his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, when she puts her hand up to stop him from speaking âThe audacity that you have to stand here in front of me after cheating on me with tears in your eyes when I should be the one crying. You made the drastic decision to cheat on me, for god knows how long, with your co - worker of all people. to put more salt in the woundâ.Â
Her face starts getting hot, but she takes deep breaths to calm herself down.
 âYou ..Said..You.. Loved..her, right after saying the bullsshit you said to meâ Her voice breaks.Â
âHoney..I..want to apologise, I regret what i didâ He gets down on his knees, grabbing her body close. â I love you with everything in me, ignore me, make me sleep on the couch but please donât leave me, I love you with everything in me. You are my heart, my soul, I donât know how to live without youâ Tears fell down his face. â Are you dumb or fucking stupid, which one quickâ, Estelle snaps her fingers pushing him off of her, âTo say that knowing you have been cheating long enough to exchange I love youâs is mentalâ, she turns to pick up her last box, to meet up with her friends. When she turns back around, he slaps the box of her hands âit was a simple mistake, your really going to leave me for it, baby I love please stayâ With tears still falling down his face, she picks back up her box ignoring him, and his foolishness. âIâll be filing for divorce in due time, I don't know when you will receive the papersâ before he could protest. She walks out, leaving him gripping his chest to calm himself down due to the best thing on earth walking out on him.
A few months later, She managed to find her own apartment to stay in and started to finger out how she's going to continue life without him. She filed for divorce and is now waiting for Aaron to sign the papers. In the house that they once shared, the doorbell rings and he goes to open it. âAre you Aaron pierre? The strange man questioned leaving Aaron confused âyes, may i help youâ aaron questioned confused âYou have been servedâ Aaron takes the papers from the man watching him walk down his driveway, getting into his car driving away. Aaron locks the door, walks to his living room, and sits down with one thin thigh over the next, while he opens the orange envelope, reading it to realise that itâs divorce papers.
 He clutches his chest, as the room starts spinning, he squeezes his eyes closed, bending over into the couch, forcing himself to take deep breaths which slightly works as he feels a sharp pain in his chest every time he inhales. After a few moments he manages to calm himself down, tears dripping down his face like he's been holding them in for years. He takes the papers and throws them into his garbage.Â
She texts him âDid you get the divorce papersâ âI have received it, they are not getting signed thoughâ Aaron texts back. âBe soo for real, how about we meet up at the diner on kingston st and discuss this because I'm tired of talking to youâ. âOk, I love youâ. She leaves him on read, making him wipe his face, and walk up to his room to lay down.Â
âCan I have the 10 wing combo with honey garlic and extra sauce on the side?â Estella said to the waitress, who wrote her order down âThank youâ she said to the waitress, who walked to the kitchen. Feeling disturbed, she looks up from her phone and seeâs Aaron staring at her. âCan you put down the phone so we could have a civil conversation?â Aaron mumbled to Estella, which she obeys to. âYou're right, so who's getting the house and I would like to terminate our shared financials. You also need to sign those papersâ.Â
âNo, I want my wife backâ Estella opens her mouth to speak but the waitress comes by with their food. âThank youâ Estella said to the waitress, sighing âCan you not do this right now, let's figure out what we are going to do with our financial situation first before you start with your bullshitâ. Time goes on and they settle out their situation breaking their agreement and leaving Aaron with the house, which he ends up selling.Â
At the end of night Aaron pays the bill and Estella rushes out before he could say another thing. They settle out their situation, breaking their contracts and leaving Aaron with the house, which he ends up selling.Â
6 years had passed making Aaron and Estella are now 30 years old.The diner was the last time Aaron saw Estella in person. Due to her being absent, not knowing where she is and what her new life was like. He moved on, went to therapy and started putting his focus in the gym, getting bigger roles and being healthy. Â
Estella on the other hand, moved to another state, finished law school, while enjoying motherhood to the fullest.
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looking for the light
Rating: Everyone Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel and Sarah, Sarah Miller, Joel Miller, baby Sarah, soft!Joel, Joel needs a hug, Joel is trying really hard OK, angst, angst with a happy ending, but mostly just angst, sorry Word count: ~750, it's a baby fic
Note: Yâall can blame @frannyzooey for this little bit of heartache.
You can also read on AO3.
~*~
She screams for what feels like hours.
âCâmon, baby girl,â he whispers, a note of desperation creeping in. Heâs been through the checklistâformula, diaper, swaddle, rockâbut she wonât settle. âSweet girl, Sarah girl, itâs okay. Youâre okay.â
Weâre okay.
And she screams.
Her little face scrunched up, tears streaming downâthose are new, he thinks dullyâbody arched taut as a bowstring.
Pace and rock and sway and prep the bottle only for her to spit it out, check the diaper, rub her back in slow, firm circles, pace and rock and sway and shush.
Screaming.
He turns 23 today. Or maybe it was yesterday. He doesnât know what time it is, doesn't know how long sheâs been like this.
âItâs alright, youâre alright. Câmon, baby girl. I got you.â
Screaming.
And then his hands are shaking too hard to hold her, his vision blurred with tears of his own.
He canât do this.
He sets her in the crib, the one she hasnât used since they brought her home, tiny limbs poking out of her car seat harness like a starfish, practically swallowed by the thing, so small.
Fleeing from the room. He doesnât make it far. She is gravity and he is stuck in her orbit.
He slides down the wall in the hallway, curling in on himself, chest so tight he thinks he might pass out. When he finally sucks in a decent breath, itâs a barking, wheezing thing, and he wastes it on a sob.
Laureen walked out two weeks ago. No note, no call, just went back to her parents in Albany. The paperwork signing over her rights is sitting on the kitchen table, stained with coffee rings and sour milk.
Tommyâs bedroom is empty and heâs god knows where, probably drunk or fucking around with some girl. Heâs 17, still a kid himself, another responsibility he isnât ready for.
Joel bites down hard on his fist and wishes desperately for the mother they buried six months ago.
He canât do this. He canât. He canât raise a baby and pay the bills and keep his brother out of trouble. He shouldâŠ
No. No, he canât do that. The nurse handed her to him in the hospital, all red-faced and slick, and sheâd taken his heart when she wrapped her tiny hand around his thumb.
So thatâs not an option.
But Christ, heâs drowning.
âPlease.â
He doesnât know who heâs talking to. Doesnât know anything but the needling sound of her cries that he can no longer ignore.
He stands, swipes at his eyes, goes back into the room. Picks her up.
Pace and rock and sway and shush.
âPlease, Sarah.â
Whispers swallowed by screams.
âPlease, baby, tell me what you need. Please.â
Tears on his cheeks to match hers as he begs. He begs.
âPlease, baby girl.â
And then he must bounce just right, or pat her just right, because she lets out the loudest, most magnificent burp Joel has ever heard. It shouldnât be possible, such a big sound coming from such a tiny body. It rings in his ears and settles her quaking limbs, spit-up soaking the back of his shirt. He never has the burp cloth on the right side. It doesnât matter.
Quiet.
âWas that it?â he sniffs, pathetic. âWas that all, sweet girl? Jusâ had a bubble, huh?â
Shuddery little hiccup against his chin.
âThere she is,â he murmurs, cupping her tiny head in one palm, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead. âMy girl, my Sarah girl.â
He collapses into the plush glider rocker, the one that cost a full monthâs pay, the one Laureen insisted on. He hadnât blinked, just wrote the check.
One foot on the floor, one on the ottoman, rocking. She settles on his chest, ear to his heart, already drowsy.
âWeâre gonna be okay, you anâ me,â he whispers, nose pressed to her crown, tears still drying on his cheeks, willing himself to believe it. âWeâre gonna be jusâ fine.â
~*~
Dawn.
She stirs, little snuffling noises, mouthing one tiny fist.Â
He shifts her into the crook of his arm, sleep-crusted eyes blinking open to look at her, lets his thumb trace the velvet-soft curve of her cheek.
âMorninâ, baby girl.â
Dark brown eyes mirror his. The softest coo in answer.
And something new.
Tentative, hesitant at first, then blossoming.
âYeah? You like that?â
Throat thick with love, shaky in-breath. Happy tears this time.
âYeah,â he whispers, returning her first smile. âYeah, weâre gonna be okay.â
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Can you do a one shot where male reader feels like hc and xl donât really need him and starts distancing himself from them. He thinks they are perfect for each other and that he is a nuisance ruining the relationship between them. He takes comfort to a friend who has liked the male reader for a really long time. Hc and xl see this and get jealous. Wondering if the reader doesnât like them anymore and feels sad. Seeing the reader looking happy in the comfort of someone else.
Creating Space
Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian
Ugh I love angst so much. It hurts so good đ
Ignore grammar mistakes
Slight OOC
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Some people may say being in the presence of the two strongest and revered people creates a lot of pressure. It's never been a problem for you. You've always enjoyed being in the presence of your two lovers. Xie Lian, a powerful and elegant martial god. While His Cheng is a powerful and suave ghost.
You love them very much.
But you lied, it is kind of pressuring. There's nothing wrong with your lovers of course! It's just that they're so strong and popular on their own. You aren't a very powerful god and you aren't a very powerful ghost. People don't know you. Most times your name is "That's the crown prince's lover, or that's crimson rain's lover"
You could live with this, it's not like you had a desire to be seen by the world. People just tend to forget about you. A lot of people don't like you exist so most of the time they accidentally exclude you from your own relationship. It just seems like an impossible place to reach. What could you do to seem important as well?
Xie Lian and Hua Cheng say you do plenty of important things by loving and taking care of them but it doesn't feel like that. You don't really do anything for them either. Neither of them needs protecting. They can protect themselves and each other just fine, and they go out of their way to protect you too.
Xie Lian is kind and keeps you and Hua Cheng calm. Assuring the both of you, and making sure everyone feels loved. The level headed of the three of you. Hua Cheng is very protective, and goes out his way to do things out of devotion or love. You can't do anything to compete.
Your relationship doesn't go as deep with them either. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are just so wrapped up in each other it doesn't seem like there's room for three. They're already perfect by themselves and it doesn't look like they need you at all. You don't have a clue on why they even love you.
You've tried to make yourself more outgoing in the relationship? Trying to help them on missions or, help them with daily activities. You've tried taking over household chores like cleaning or cooking and yet it seems fruitless.
They always tell you that it isn't necessary. Someone else will take care of it. Hua Cheng has other people clean the manor, and Xie Lian would gladly cook by himself. They obviously don't need your help in missions, you'd probably just get in the way more than help.
You don't have a very outgoing presence in bed either. Very often Hua Cheng and Xie Lian do everything for you. Sometimes you try to give them pleasure instead. It doesn't matter if it's something little or big, your lovers shake their heads and say that it's a silly thought. You don't need to do anything they'll do it for you. Your lovers give you pleasure, they give each other pleasure. You want to give them pleasure too though.
These thoughts have been at the back of your mind for a while. That Xie Lian and Hua Cheng don't need you. These thoughts make you a little more clingy, a little more desperate. They haven't changed how they act towards you though. You just don't want to feel useless.
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"A-Lian please, let me tag along. All three of us can go on the mission together. Like uh, like a date or something!" You follow Xie Lian around the kitchen, trying to persuade him into changing his mind. It isn't working, it never does.
"A-n, me and San Lang can do it. We won't be long, promise. Just stay here" Xie Lian smiles at you and kisses your head. But you don't want to take this for an answer. You want to help! With something. Anything! It feels awful to just sit around while your lovers do every little thing for you.
You huff softly, watching your lovers get ready without you. "A-Lang you don't agree do you? Please tell A-Lian to let me tag along. I'll make sure not to get in the way!" You try persuading your ghost lover instead, gripping onto his arm to make him look at you.
You already feel humiliated. Begging like a child to join your lovers in something even though you're a grown man. San Lang shakes his head, " Getting in the way isn't our concern baobei. Gege is right we'll take care of it and be back home soon." He kisses your cheek.
You're left in Paradise Manor alone while your lovers leave off somewhere. You should be happy, you feel selfish actually. Anyone would be happy that their lovers do everything for them. Anyone would be happy to be taken care of all the time for the rest of their lives. You just can't...
Soooo you decide instead of sitting at home why not just follow your lovers out! It's not like you would be harming anything, maybe they'd even be delighted to see you. It's a better idea than sitting here doing nothing.
That's exactly what you do, you follow your lovers. With quite a bit of distance and making sure to be careful. You eventually find them, of course not in a good situation. They're busy fighting off wrathful ghosts and you make sure to stay far back. You don't want them to get hurt or anything so you'll just wait over here until they're finished.
That doesn't go well either. One of the ghosts notices you. It strays from the fight without notice from Xie Lian or Hua Cheng. Instead it comes for you, it's not like you're weak! You yelp from the surprise attack from the ghost, but otherwise you easily slay it down. All you were left with was a few deep scratches on your face. Whoo, It nearly got your eye!
You're feeling pretty proud of yourself until a pair of hands are gripping your face, and you notice Hua Cheng looking over your wounds. Even though you have some deep scratches you're smiling anyways. You just killed a ghost! A wrathful one at that!
Before you can exclaim your celebrations Xie Lian is dabbing medicine on your wounds with a furrowed brow. "What are you doing here y/n! We told you to stay home!"
Your smile falls, as your lovers both frown at you. You don't understand you did great! It was only a wound, everyone gets wounds sometimes! "I-I wanted to help" the word mumble from your lips, and Xie Lian finishes dressing your wound.
"How did that fair for you? We were doing just fine without you y/n, but now you're hurt" Xie Lian exclaims, flushed by nervousness and frustration. He had only wanted to keep you safe. He didn't mean to say it like that. It was a slip of the tongue. He hadn't meant it in hostility but you take it as such anyways.
"You two do seem just fine without me" you purse your lips, and back up. You're just upset, obviously Xie Lian would never mean such a thing but right now you can't help but take it as such. You've been suffering with these thoughts for weeks!
You quickly use what powers you do have to make a quick pathway and teleport away. Running away? Classic move but it feels better than sitting in front of your lovers disappointed faces. You just need time to get your feelings together so you decide to visit a friend's place.
You and Mu Qing know each other pretty well and you're great friends! Even though Mu Qing won't admit that. He's actually loved you for a while but you love Xie Lian and Hua Cheng and Mu Qing would never break up your happiness. He's been working on moving on so of course you can still come over and complain to him.
This time you just lie in his arms for a while. You spent some time just getting your thoughts together and stop crying. Then you tell Mu Qing what happened. He calls Hua Cheng stupid and says Xie Lian is oblivious with an eye roll. Mu Qing is actually good at advice and comforting you.
On the other end your lovers are very upset with themselves. Hua Cheng wanted to immediately come find you but Xie Lian told him it was better to give you space. They know you inside and out and Xie Lian knows you need time to get your emotions in order.
After a few hours Hua Cheng decides time is up though and breaks into the heavens again. Just because. Does it count as breaking in if Xie Lian let him in? Nah. They know where you are, unfortunately. They know you're with Mu Qing. Hua Cheng doesn't like that one bit. He's very capable of jumping to the conclusion that Mu Qing is trying to manipulate you while you're vulnerable but Xie Lian assures him otherwise.
Xie Lian makes Hua Cheng wait outside of Mu Qing's palace. Things would only blow off the hinges if Hua Cheng and Mu Qing fought. Xie Lian goes in by himself. He eventually finds you, not like it was hard. He isn't too happy to find you in Mu Qing's arms. Happy and comfortable. He hasn't seen a smile like that on your face in a long time.
Xie Lian ignores the lingering prickles of jealousy and walks into Mu Qing's room without invitation or notice. "A-n t's getting late, let's go home? Please?" He's relieved when you take his hand. Honestly it's nerve-racking. He hadn't meant to say such a harsh thing and then you went to someone else who is obviously much more capable at making you happier than they are.
Xie Lian and you join up with Hua Cheng again. You spend most of the journey back staring at the ground. You're ashamed, you feel like you overreacted. You were being dumb. Maybe they're angry at you and yet all three of you still hold hands. And yet when you get back to Paradise Manor, you all get ready for bed. And yet Xie Lian helps you disrobe and Hua Cheng checks your wounds before you lie down. And yet all three of you end up in the same bed, entangled in each other's limbs. Just like every night.
You all talk about it, words mumbling quietly in the dark room. It's a long conversation of "I'm sorry" and "I love you". You want to talk about your feelings more. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng want to make sure you don't feel left out or they're being distinct. The night ends with kisses and cuddles.
So maybe nothing was really ever wrong, and it would all turn out just fine. Because they've always loved you and you always loved them. Something like this isn't a big enough obstacle to take you away from them.
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being their sibling
characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou
a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuutâŠhappy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )
part 1
TSUKISHIMA KEI
looks out for you, but he canât help that hes so emotionally constipated :â( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: âyou need to stop talking to that person, youâre being a pushover,â but he just wants you to realize youâre letting people walk all over you.
god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - youâre definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if heâll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or heâll say something like âdonât cry, you look stupid.â if you cry more, heâll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. heâll groan and reluctantly, âfine, spill it.â
other than that, heâs going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. âwhy? iâm just using it, itâs not like you need it now.â
if someone picks a fight with you, heâll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, heâs going to look at you like youâre crazy. âare you insane?!â heâs honestly more bewildered than upset. doesnât let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. âat least itâs not hinataâŠor worse, kageyama.â
OIKAWA TOORU
your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. youâre literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events⊠youâre like âiâm not even part of the team.â he goes âwe can fix that!â and the next day you find out that youâre the manager for the boysâ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.
oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. âhold my drink, my fans are calling.â ây/n get my towel please.â youâre absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. ây/n youâll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!â that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.
he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. heâll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people heâs told you about in his gossip.
he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. âoh, you want my number? youâll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!â (you dont) ânow, why donât you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?â (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.
SUNA RINTAROU
the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when youâre asleep, when youâre yelling, when youâre crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a âlook at you in this picture, so cuteâ. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, youâll just find it in his bag one day.
he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. âpass me the remote, y/n.â âbut itâs nearer to you.â âiâll tell mom that you-â // ây/n get me a drink from the vending machine.â âwhy would i do thatâ âremember when you snuck out and i-â // âget my bag too when you get yours.â âno.â âwhat i post that one picture of you when youâre about to sneeze-â
but heâs always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, heâs quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. heâs a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, itâs something heâs always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you donât hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you donât lose them.
and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. âwhyâre you crying over an idiot?â he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. âsee? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.â he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.
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Between the Lines - (c.ch)
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Pairing: roommate!Chanhee x afab!reader
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Summary: In which Chanhee finds a book on your bed as he goes inside your bedroom. And what he finds inside the book sparks something deep within his soul that he HAS to confront you about it.
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Word Count: 2.1K
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), enemies to lovers (implied), mean!Chanhee (but secretly sweet), fingering, edging, hair pulling, marking, rough sex, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), calls reader princess a lot (but says slut once), brief aftercare, some manhandling if you squint. Mentions of making out and being watched. A very whiney Younghoon makes an appearance. Proofread twice. Let me know if I missed anything! Bolded lines were smut prompts used from this list.
â§â â§Ëââ§â. A/N: My late birthday gift to my lovely moot @ilovechanhee and a treat for all the Chanhee stans! Been so stuck in a rut but thank god I found the inspiration and motivation to write this out. Something different but was totally fun to write! (wow look at that, a fic that doesnât involve creampies hahah)
â§â â§Ëââ§â. Network & Tag: @deoboyznet
You never should've said yes. Especially when Younghoon was on his knees begging for his life like heâd never done before.
âPlease let him stayâŠâ Younghoon looks up at you as he hugs your legs.
âAnd what makes you think I want him here?!â You try to push him away.
âJust give him a few months and heâll be out of here in no time.â
âThe answer is no-â You try to wiggle your way out of Younghoonâs embrace but his arms wrap around your legs tighter, nearly making you trip over him.
âHe has nowhere else to go. Please heâs my friend!â
âAnd Iâm also your friend! And I said no!â
âHeâll stay in my room the entire time and I'll tell him to be out of your way I swear! Please let him stay with usâŠâ He pleads like his life depended on it.
Youâve never heard Younghoon sound like this, not even when heâs drunk out of his mind (which youâve witnessed quite often). But when heâs looking up at you with those cute baby boy eyes, how could you say no?
And thatâs how you ended up becoming roommates with the person you hate the most in this worldâŠÂ Choi Chanhee.
Contrary to what everyone believes, there was a time where you did like actually Chanhee. A time wherein you wanted become his friend. But it seemed like every time you tried to interact with Chanhee, he wanted nothing to do with you.
Always giving you the cold shoulder, rolling his eyes, making snarky remarks, and etc. Thatâs how the whole rift between you two started.
Every hangout you guys would have, you two would never stop bickering. It was annoying to everyone at first but eventually it became background noise. Just letting you two argue it out until you both started getting tired.
Arguments between you and Chanhee would get incredibly heated especially when he was invited to come over to the apartment that you shared with Younghoon.
He would just come barging in your room unannounced just to annoy the living shit out of you. Commenting about your boring life since youâre cooped up in your room all day or whatever pajamas you decided to wear that night were worn âjust for himâ.
Even when youâd walk into the kitchen to get some water you could feel his stare burning right through you as he slowly ate whatever snack he had in his hand. The way his smirk would make you feel something weird bubbling in your stomach. But you would push down that feeling deep within and continue to ignore him as he kept on staring.
âCâmon princess, donât act like you hate having me hereâŠâ Chanhee would tease. And on cue, youâd roll your eyes at him and talk back before walking back to your room.
It was already bad enough that this was the usual routine you two had with one another while he was a guest in your home. But to have him as roommate for nine months? It was going to drive you to the point of insanity.
You shouldâve never fell for Younghoonâs pleading eyes. Because now everything Chanhee did to annoy you was a hundred times worse than you could ever imagine.
Hogging the shower when he knew youâd be late for work. Waking you up way too early when heâd blast his music as he was cooking. Seeing him make out with some stranger on the couch as you got home, keeping his gaze on you as his neck was being kissed.
The list goes on.
You started hating him more and more as each day passed, wishing he would just leave you alone. However, a part of you secretly liked the way he would give you some sort of attention. Even if it was the kind of attention that made your head ache, it was still better than nothing right?
But you would rather drown in a lake than admit that to anyoneâŠÂ especially to him.
âY/n! Your turn to use the washing machine! Hurry up already!â Chanhee calls for you from the living room. He lets out a big sigh before making his way into your room, wondering what the hell was taking you so long to respond to him.
As soon as he swings your door open, he doesnât find you in your usual spot on the bed. He does notice however, the book youâve been reading during the past few days lying open. He walks towards the book, grabbing it to see what had been so special about it.
You do nothing but stick your nose into the pages, so hyper focused on the story that you donât even pay attention to him like you usually do (which would make him huff out of frustration.)
âFucking nerd.â Chanhee mumbles to himself as he inspects the book cover before reading into the page you had stopped on.
As he carefully reads each sentence, his eyes grow wider and a smirk starts to form on his lips. His smile slowly becoming similar to that of the Grinch during Christmas.
âOh she is so dead.â
You turn the shower knob off before stepping out, grabbing your towel to wipe off a few extra drops of water on your body and squeezing the water out of your hair before you wrap the towel around your body.
As you make your way back to your room, you yelp in surprise. Clutching onto your towel from unfastening as you see Chanhee sitting at the edge of your bed reading the book that you left behind.
Oh godâŠÂ the book.
âI gotta say princess⊠you keep on finding ways to surprise me.â Chanhee smiles while his eyes stay glued on the page heâs reading.
You walk quickly towards the edge of your bed, one hand still clutching onto your towel as your free hand attempts to reach out for the book in Chanheeâs hands.
âGive that back!â You exclaim.
But Chanheeâs movements are much faster than yours. He holds the book far away from your reach, holding your waist with one hand while you inserted yourself between his legs and attempted to grab the book.
âNot so fast now, I was getting to the part where the knight takes the princess against the wall of a hallway.â
âWe canât. Someone might see us.â the princess gasps.
âAnd what if I want them to see us?â The knight inserts his thigh between her legs, pinning her wrists above her head as he leaves tender kisses on her neck.
âLet them see how good I make you feelâ He whispers into her mouth.
Your cheeks turn bright red as Chanhee reads the excerpt from your book out loud.
âChanhee, please!â You tip-toe to try and reach for the book.
âFuck- Canât believe this is the kind of stuff you read. Who wouldâve known youâd be such a dirty little thing?â He looks up and smiles at you.
âChanhee I swear to god if you donât give me my book back and get out of this room Iâll-ah!â
You squeal as Chanhee pulls your wrist towards him, accidentally landing on his lap before he quickly flips you under his figure. He grips your wrists and pins them onto the mattress, the book way beyond your reach now.
âAnd youâll do what? Hm? Gonna make me fuck you like the characters in your porno book?â He raises his eyebrow.
âHuh? No! Thatâs not what I-â
âBecause thatâs exactly what I want to do to youâŠâ He looks at you dead in the eye. His eyes blown out and full of lust.
âWhat?â Your eyes widen. Did he really just say that to you?
âNot gonna lie princess, Iâve thought about this moment for so long.â Chanhee lowers his head, lightly brushing his lips against your cheek before whispering in your ear,
âYou drive me so insane, you donât even know.â
You feel your spine shiver with how his voice deepens one octave lower. Feeling your core slowly dampen as you clench your thighs together. And Chanhee notices your movements too.
He slightly pulls his head away, the tip of his nose lightly kissing yours. His breath fanning against your lips in the process.
âHow about we make those scenes in your book come to life?â
âCâmon now, beg for it princess.â Chanhee taunts. He had been pumping his long fingers inside you for what felt like hours. His lips leaving marks all over your breasts as you sweetly moan for him.
Every time youâd get closer to the edge, he would immediately pulls his fingers out of your wet hole. Tears would form at the corners of your eyes every time he would deprive you of your sweet release.
âI-ah! I have been begging! Please Chanhee-â You whine out.
You feel your orgasm fast approaching as your walls tighten around his fingers once more.
âYou want to cum?â
âY-yes, Iâ pleaseââ
âHm, but do you really deserve to?â
âPlease, Iâve been good. Really good! Please- wanna cum so bad!â You desperately beg.
âYeah? Want your greedy cunt cumming all over my fingers?â Chanhee asks as he vigorously pumps his digits inside you. You nod your head rapidly in response, feeling your orgasm just teetering at the edge.
But before youâre about to let go, he pulls his fingers out of you.
âNo! Wait-â You cry out.
âShhâŠâ Chanhee presses his wet finger against your lips. âWant you to cum around my cock instead.â
Before you can even respond he flips you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart as he inserts himself between. He hastily pulls out his aching member from his boxers and aligns himself against your wet pussy before pushing his entire length inside you.
âHoly shit- youâre way tighter than I thought youâd be-â Chanhee groans as he pulls your hair and begins to rapidly pound himself into you.
You want to tell him to fuck you harder, but all the words die in your throat as you start to babble out incoherent sounds instead. You mind becoming foggy from all the edging earlier and the way his cock drags inside your velvety walls.
Chanhee pushes your face into the mattress, pressing his entire weight on top of you to lock you in place.
âKeep it down. You wouldnât want our dear roommate finding out about what Iâm doing to you right? Or are you such a slut youâd let him watch me fuck you til you canât walk?â
You let out a whined moan, shaking your head instead of giving him a proper answer.
âGood. Now cum for me princess!â
And like clockwork you do. Gushing all over his member as you moan into your mattress, muffling the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth as much as possible. Chanhee follows after you, quickly pulling out and shooting his load all over your back as he deeply grunts.
You feel like you're floating on a cloud as the pleasure slowly subsides. Trying to catch your breath as you try to calm your senses from feeling too overwhelmed by everything that had happened tonight.
But youâre suddenly pulled out of your trance as soon as you feel sensitive from your core being wiped with a warm towel. Chanhee continues to wipe away his spend on your back and slowly flip you onto your back and wrap your towel around your body again.
âYou okay?â Chanhee checks on you as he brushes the loose hair from your face.
âYeah, I think so. T-thank you by the wayâŠâ You awkwardly reply.
Chanhee chuckles, amused by how cute youâve become again even after he fucked your brains out just moments ago. You watch him as he adjust his clothes, your eyebrows knitting in confusion as you see him making his way to the door.
âW-where are you going?â You innocently ask.
Chanhee turns around and smiles at the way you pout. He walks back to you and leans down to give you a soft kiss on your lips.
âGotta continue with the chores princess. Some of us actually do our chores remember?â He smiles, playfully teasing you.
He walks back to the door, before he completely heads out of your room his head pops back in,
âAnd by the way, if you ever need to reenact more scenes⊠Iâm just a few feet away.â
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Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons
This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why đđ I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons đ€)
(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)
Enjoy!
Nsfw under the cut.
-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.
-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.
-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.
-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."
-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.
-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."
-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.
-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.
-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.
-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.
-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."
-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.
-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.
-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.
-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.
-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)
-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.
-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."
-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.
-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.
-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.
-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.
-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.
-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.
-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."
-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.
-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.
-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."
-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.
-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.
-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.
-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.
-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk đ€
My hands hurt from typing so much đ but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next đ
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Sous chef | opla!Sanji x fem!Reader
word count: 2.1k
genre/tags: Sanji x reader; first-person pov; fluff; pining (but is it mutual??); angst; hurt/comfort; friends to lovers
warnings: mild ptsd; mild trauma
summary: A restless night at sea turns into one of revelations, as the reader finds that the depths of the ocean are much like a certain chefâs heartâŠ
a/n: Hello opla girlies! First time fanfic writer here!!
I am ever the lurker on this website, but something inside me changed when I started watching One Piece, and now Iâm down bad for this crew (specifically for the hot cook)
So I thought Iâd give it a shot, write a bit of fanfic and see where it goes! Iâve finished the live action and currently watching the anime, so my interpretation of Sanji is quite mixed, however I tried to stay closer to opla!Sanji. Iâve also left this open ended cos I might write more (who knows hehehe)
Shoutout to @honnelander for inspiring me to write again âșïž (please read her go fish! series if you havenât!! Itâs great!!)
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Sanji often stayed up late during those long nights at sea, prepping for the next day's meals, making notes of what had been used and taking stock of the ingredients that were left.
It was almost obsessive at times, desperate even.
He ignored everyoneâs concern for him to just take it easy and go to sleep, even Namiâs, and refused to give us an explanation.
He would count every last bean, every last grain of rice or drop of water that he could, and he had tried many times but failed to make an accurate record (mostly because Luffy would lessen the supplies significantly).
I hadnât really understood his habit, until one night, when the waves were particularly rough and I was disturbed from my sleep.
Usually, rough waters didnât bother me too much, but I was already quite restless that night and had only truly been half asleep.
My mind was a blazing mess from all the thoughts that had been looping endlessly through it.
Thoughts of him.
I sat up on the futon. My hair draped in a tangled mess around my face and over my shoulders.
I looked across at Nami, her back facing towards me, breathing deeply as she slept.
I envied her ease.
I hauled myself out of the bed and straightened the silk nightgown I was wearing. I slipped on the woven shawl I had laid out over my blanket and made my way down the corridor, towards the kitchen.
The waves had picked up their brutality and began to batter the ship quite hard, so that it swayed violently from side to side.
Gripping the sides of the walls and trying to match the sway, I wondered how everyone could sleep so peacefully.
The ship moaned and croaked as it continued to sway.
I stumbled into the kitchen just as it crashed against the starboard side hard, pushing the ship port.
The force took me by surprise, causing me to lose my grip of the wall and my footing.
I tumbled through the doorway, and slammed hard against the stack of barrels in the corner.
The momentum of the ship turned once more. Lurching towards the right again, I slid off the barrel and slammed face first onto the ground.
âAh shit!â I yelped. All traces of sleep had officially left me.
âLuffy, that better not be you,â came a brash voice from the darkness, âand if it is, you best be walking out that door right now.â
âAck, Sanji?â
In the dull light, I saw the concerned face of the cook instantly pop around the counter.
âY/n! Gods, are you alright?â
He moved swiftly to where I was laying and gently lifted me up.
âYou're alright now, love. Câmon up. Thatâs it, easyâ
He swung my arm around his neck and held my waist tightly as he led me to the bench seating on the other side of the kitchen counter.
Despite the daze I was in, I still felt my heart quicken, at his firm grip on my waist and at the ease with which he picked me up.
âSanji, what are you doing up?â I whispered, not because I was trying to be quiet, but because the knock had left me completely winded.
He sat me down and wrapped my shawl around me tightly, rubbing my shoulders as he did, and kneeled down in front of me.
âAre you okay? Look at my fingers, how many do you see? Are you cut anywhere, y/n? Do you have a concussion? Do you want some water, tea? What do you need, Iâll get it for you, anything you nee-â
âSanji,â I said, holding my hand firmly on his mouth to keep him quiet, âIâm alright.â
I squeezed his shoulder, as I saw a sigh of relief wash over his face. âYou really got to stop treating me like some princess you know.â
âMadam, you are the loveliest person to ever grace this ship. I would hate it if I couldnât bask in your beauty everyday.â
âYouâre laying it on a bit thick, arenât you?â But I could feel my stomach fluttering at his words.
He grinned, âmadam, someone as lovely as you deserves to hear it said often.â
I shoved his shoulder. âShut up!â
He laughed. He looked so soft in the light of the lantern.
âYou didnât answer my question by the way.â
âWhat question?â he asked, as he got up to sit next to me.
âWhy are you awake?â
He turned his face away from me and shifted uneasily on the bench. âWhy does it matter?â
âSanji, why are you awake, really? What is it that youâre not telling us? You know Iâve lost track of how many times Luffyâs found you asleep in here because youâve been up doing⊠well, whatever you do. Whatâs going on?â
He let out a deep sigh as he turned back around to face me, looking at me through the flop of blonde hair that covered half his face. He bit his lip hard and dropped his head, defeated it would seem.
The ship continued to sway and croak and groan, as the silence between us grew.
He looked small, afraid. I reached out to hold his hands and he took them eagerly, squeezing them tightly as he did.
âYou all know about what happened to me and Zeff,â he said finally, âand I appreciate the kind words and empathy youâve all given me, but you could never really understand what that was like, being out there. Waiting to die. The scorching, unrelenting sun in the day that made my skin flake off. The icy air of night that felt like daggers, prodding at my burnt flesh. Being hollowed out from the inside, from the hunger, until the numbness set in and I thought Iâd melt into that shitty rock. Even being as careful as I was, as precise, I still didnât have nearly enough food to survive, and it really was only by fate or luck, a real miracle actually, that we were rescued.
I guess I havenât shook that feeling yet, that fear. It was easier to distract myself in the restaurant, you know, being surrounded by food and all, but here itâs different here. I-I just want be sure, I want to know that weâre good, at all times, because I donât want any of you to go through what I did. Itâs shit, yeah I know, but Iâd rather not sleep then let any of you go through that.â
Again, the silence between us was palpable.
I felt like Iâd been punched.
He breathed heavily, as if trying to catch his breath and I knew then that this was something he had kept buried deep within himself because the true nature of his fear was so horrific, so raw, who could ever understand it?
None of us had been out there with him, even though we would all do the same for each other.
But our sentiments were just words.
He had lived it.
The silence grew stifling.
I knew he would do anything to protect us from that fate.
âSanjiâ
âYou-you canât tell the others. They donât need to know, yeah? Iâm happy as long as theyâre fed with no complaints.â
âBut Sanji-â
âY/n, please donât tell them.â
âThen why are you telling me?â
The mess of thoughts in my mind was growing.
He held my hands tighter and used them to pull himself towards me. His thumbs made circular motions on my palms.
I heard my heart pounding in my ears and I stupidly hoped he couldnât hear it.
âDarling, I am a ball of dough in your hands. You can knead me and form me any way youâd like, and Iâll give you no resistance.â
âPfftâ I giggled and so did he.
At this, I felt like we were both at ease again.
I always admired his way of keeping things light.
âNo, but, if youâd allow me, madam, to be serious,â he straightened up a bit then, âI suppose I was hoping that youâd find me in here. I was hoping that I could tell just you. Youâve got a way about you that everyone just finds trustworthy. I donât know but thereâs, thereâs something about you...â He trailed off and laughed before he could finish, and I could see a faint blush of pink on his cheeks. âSorry I-I ugh, Iâm a bit sleep deprived. Iâm just glad youâre here.â
I had never seen this side of him (or any side of him for that matter) though I knew it existed. Somewhere under the flirtatious, playboy persona he put out, I knew there was a genuine sweetness. I just wished I was more awake to really enjoy it.
Once the pain I was in wore off, my whole body felt heavy, like it was being pulled down with the full force of gravity, and the sway of the ship was less violent and more like the gentle rock of a cradle.
âYou know, you donât have to pretend with me.â I swept his bangs out of his eyes and kept my hand cupped around the side of his face. I hadnât realised how blue his eyes were until now.
Even in the dull light, I could see every shade of blue there was swirling in them, like the oceanâs raging swell on a moonlit night. I saw the sleep in his eyes weighing him down too.
âYou know this is the most words Iâve heard out of your mouth since I got here.â
He grinned sleepily, âwell Iâve just been trying to find the right time to talk to you, my swan.â
I could feel my cheeks burn and I hoped he didnât see the blush come over them.
âI didnât think the right time would be 3am, me face planted and bruised in the kitchen, but here we are.â
âYou are alright now, yeah?â
âOf course,â I scoffed, âIâm just sleepy. You look sleepy too.â
As if on cue, he yawned and leaned back on the bench.
âYeah,â he said, âitâs super late. And Luffy wanted everyone to have a big breakfast tomorrow, you know with eggs, bacon, croissants, etc. Breakfast service is always the most important. But I justâŠâ his voice trailed off again, but there was a hint of frustration this time.
âYou just canât sleep, like you cannot.â
âYeah.â
âI get it,â I said, and I did, âthe memories, they come back; more vividly, more real at night. Itâs like itâs better to be awake than asleep. Like sleep causes you to relive the pain. Every moment, everything.â
âY/n,â he said with concern in his voice, âwhat caused you pain, my love?â
My love.
Those words rang in my ears for some time, even now. Did he mean it?, I thought, maybe he feels the same?
Was all that flirting genuine or was he just being nice?
Was he just being Sanji?
It had been such a long, revealing night, but that stuck out to me and I couldnât shake it.
He had been so open about his fears, not even the captain knew what he was telling me, I was sure of it.
So then, I kept thinking, why me?
If I didnât mean something more, then why me?
While I was mulling all this over, I hadnât noticed that I was leaning on his shoulder until he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly, so that my face rested on his chest.
The slit in his poet shirt revealed his tanned skin underneath.
I boldly moved my hand up his chest and traced his freckles with my fingers.
He played with my hair.
Friends definitely didnât do this.
âLetâs not talk about that now,â I whispered, âjust close your eyes, okay? And Sanji?â
âYes?â
âIf you need a sous chef tomorrow morning, Iâll be there.â
I felt his soft laugh hum in his chest.
âThank you, y/n. Iâll take you up on that.â
He buried his face in my hair as he continued to hug me and I felt his whole body relax.
In one night, the chef had shown me that there were more layers to this cake of a personality he had than I had fully anticipated, and all of them were deliciously sweet.
Delectable even.
And confusing.
As we slipped further into sleep, we had also unknowingly laid ourselves out on the bench, still tangled in each other's embrace, and sharing my shawl for warmth.
An embrace that was a little too close for friends.
â â â â â
âWeâre just friends, Nami,â I hissed, trying to restrain myself from yelling in her ear, âthereâs nothing there! He-we- weâre just friends! There are no feelings, we are JUST friends.â
She found us in the morning and woke me up, leaving Sanji still asleep.
I flapped around our room, growling out my protests as I did, but it was no use.
She just sat there.
Just sat there.
Arms folded and tapping her toes.
With a huge smirk plastered across her face.
âYeah, I bet you are.â
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Sub-Mission
Pairings: Ăila HĂĄvarĂŽr / Bi-Han / Tenshikiri Jun Ratings: Explicit Words: 6.418 Tags: F/M/F, Sub-Bi-Han, Toys Summary: Bi-Han admits, he appreciates strong, influential women. AU - canon divergence. Sets in the current timeline, post-MK1, in the AU where everyone agrees for a truce in order to prepare for potential timeline Invaders.
A/N: also posted on AO3. Ăila HĂĄvarĂŽr belongs to @tazahan . Tenshikiri Jun belongs to me. Special thanks, Taza, for the discussion about our girls! :3
The threat of invaders from other timelines is still looming over. It is not a simple matter; all sides are wary of each other, cautious for another âDamashiâ to trick them. The growing tension is becoming too palpable that Liu Kang, as the Protector of Earthrealm and the former Keeper of Time, has decided to call for a truce. And such a decision is immediately welcomed, at least for now.
Upon entering the Wu Shi Academy, Bi-Han tries, and fails, to hide his disgust. Why, of all places, must the meeting be held here? He strides to the main hall, not bothering to look at his surroundings; Sektor and Cyrax are following dutifully, dressed in their red and yellow mech-armor, sans the helmets.
As expected, the main hall is already packed with familiar faces. Bi-Han glances daggers at Kuai Liang and Tomas, the former who is still donning yellow, and accompanied by his Shirai wife, Harumi. Surprisingly, it is Tomas who gives a small nod to Bi-Han, either out of habit or respect, Bi-Han doesnât bother to care. He only wants to find a spot in the background where no one can sneak up and stab him â given the glares he receives, there are plenty with such a wish.
He finds a place by a bookshelf, where there are two unfamiliar women standing. One is a voluptuous woman with short orange hair, dressed in black techwear-style outfit; crop-hoodie with intricate silver pattern, cargo pants, and red and white sneakers; she is crossing her arms under her ample chest. The other woman has jet black hair tied up in a bun, dressed in a dark teal kimono, and she is shorter than the first woman. Neither of them look familiar, or important , so Bi-Hand decides to not give them any mind, and stands in the space in front of them.
âGreat, now we have a wall in front of us.â
âJun ââ the Orange-Haired woman immediately adds when Bi-Han turns around, â-- sorry, sorry , she doesnât mean you ââ
âOf course not.â The Teal-Dressed woman feigns a smile. âPlease, resume standing there, Ăila and I are only wallflowers after all.â
Bi-Han frowns at the sarcasm, âIf you are short , you should be aware not to stand in the back.â
âYes, apologies. Clearly, we should have brought stepladders to this meeting.â
The Orange-Haired woman, Ăila, looks apologetic for the Teal-Dressed woman, Jun, who looks annoyingly smug. Bi-Han could reply, in fact, he wants to, but heâd rather not add two more people to the list of âpeople who want to kill himâ, so he opts to ignore them â which has proven difficult, now that theyâre muttering behind his back.
Liu Kang finally begins the meeting, fashionably late, as usual. The Fire God still looks the same since the last time Bi-Han saw him, though now he looks rather tired, if a God can be tired⊠âThank you for sparing your time for this important meeting. I hope this wonât be the only time we are standing together, as there is strength in number, and solidarity. I understand some of you have different goals, clashing goals, and I appreciate it that you are setting aside your differences to fight a common enemy â The Invaders.â
Does he ever stop talking? Bi-Han sighs quietly as Liu Kang goes on a lecture about the current situation; how another Titan has been spotted invading other timelines, and itâs only a matter of time before they come to this one; how the Shirai Ryu (Bi-Han grunts at the name) have agreed to set aside their rivalry with the Lin Kuei; and how Quan Chi and Shang Tsung have agreed to âplay niceâ for once as to not have Empress Mileena and her court hunt them down. All the boring details that could have been summarized in a written note, instead of calling for a meeting.
But then Liu Kang concludes, âBefore I forget, we have two additional guests here. They may not have been involved in our latest kombat, but they are of powerful clans seeking to maintain the peace and alliance. Uh ââ he looks around the room, so uncharacteristically confused as he scans the faces of everyone. Somehow Bi-Han has the feelings that the two thorns behind him are the ones Liu Kang is searching for â
Aaand he is right, when Jun speaks up aloud, âWeâre here, Lord Liu Kang.â
Now all eyes turn towards Bi-Han, seemingly judging him for blocking the two guests, and he steps aside before anyone could ask him to. Liu Kang smiles, âAh, there you are. Everyone, let me introduce you to Ăila HĂĄvarĂŽr, future chieftain of the SĂłl Eldur clan. Her clan has been a dear friend, and their inventions have helped keep Earthrealm safe for centuries.â
Ăila gives a respectful salute to Liu Kang and the room, âPleased to meet you.â
Liu Kang continues, âAnd Tenshikiri Jun, the current Head of the Tenshikiri family. Once a clan serving the Empire as Spymaster, they are now oath-bound as secret keepers of Earthrealm.â
Jun bows deeply, before standing straight and replies, âItâs an honor to be here.â
âThe honor is mine, Lady Ăila, Lady Jun. As per our agreement, the two of you shall join forces with the Lin Kuei, in hope the three of you can come up with a battle plan if the Invader does invade our timeline.â Liu Kang gestures at Bi-Han, âPlease, look no further than to your right, and youâll find Bi-Han, the esteemed Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.â
Ăila casts a bright, carefree smile, âAh, yes, weâve been, uhm, acquainted.â
âWith his back.â Jun mutters under her breath.
âIf youâd like to step closer to the table, Iâm sure we still have more space by the Champions.â Liu Kang gestures to the four Earthrealm Champions who are standing side by side.
Bi-Han watches as Ăila and Jun accept the offer; they walk with their heads held high, and a formal smile on their faces. But he doesnât miss the small glance they throw at him as they walk past him, one of curiosity and interest, both pairs of eyes locking with his dark brown ones. And in that single moment, Bi-Han canât figure out why he is annoyed in the first place.
***
In the next few days and weeks, however, Bi-Han finds himself growing more annoyed than usual. At least now heâs back in the Lin Kuei compound, a familiar place devoid of judgmental people, and back on his routine as the Grandmaster. Heâs sitting behind his desk in his office, reading the reports gathered by his Lin Kuei regarding the two unfamiliar clans he didnât know existed prior to the meeting in Wu Shi Academy. Both the SĂłl Eldur and the Tenshikiri clans show promises and great rapports, in fact, they have been so secretive in assisting Earthrealm that the Lin Kuei have not needed to cross paths with them before.
Perhaps it should have stayed that way , for now he keeps seeing the names of Ăila and Jun in every document, and his heart sinks a bit deeper each time. There is something about those two. Perhaps itâs the fact that Ăila and her clan are blessed by the power of the sun and can torch the Earth if given the opportunity, yet they choose to remain pacifists for all these years. Perhaps itâs the fact that Jun and her family know every little secret in the world, but still keep them despite being capable of using them for their own gain.
Two beautiful women of powerful clans, commanding forces under their leadership â so why does it bother Bi-Han so much?
Perhaps itâs the fact that Ăilaâs voluminous chest would jiggle enticingly with every little move she makes â even the action of going downstairs becomes such a lewd display, that Bi-Han has tried so hard to focus on her face entirely. Perhaps itâs how Junâs curvy hips would sway when she walks â Bi-Han doesnât know if he enjoys the sight of her approaching or leaving. Perhaps itâs the way both of them would look at him, a mixture of coy and playful, like waves on the sand, enticing him to come closer into the sea to drown him.
And he hates to admit it, but by the Gods, some days he wants to step into the figurative sea and drown.
The door to his office is knocked. Bi-Han shakes his head to clear out the thoughts of Ăila and Jun completely; he clears his throat, and gruffly responds, âCome in.â
Just his luck, the two burdens of his mind enter his office; they carry themselves in their own personal grace, like the sun and the moon, and Bi-Han suddenly feels like the dark space they accompany.
âGood evening.â He greets Ăila and Jun, watching as they begin to occupy the space of his office. âTo what do I owe this visit?â
Bi-Han is not sure who he has to watch; Jun is observing the line of decorative weapons on the wall, hips swaying with each step that she takes; Ăila stands in front of his desk with her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants, shifting from one foot to another, and with each movement, her chest heaves. His attention finally settles on Ăila as she speaks, âWeâd like to say thank you for allowing us to stay with the Lin Kuei for this unforeseeable future. We understand it must be difficult to let strangers into your home, and we thank you for your trust, and â uhmâŠâ she looks away, still shifting on her feet.
âAnd we trust you in return.â Jun adds without looking away from the decorative weapons.
âRight. I had that on the top of my head.â Ăila looks at Bi-Han again, though now he notices a slight pink hue on her cheeks. âUh⊠We just want to say that we trust you, and we feel that you do too, I mean, we are allies and â Jun, I canât do this. Youâre the one whoâs good with words.â
Jun turns to her, âWhy, you were doing great before that.â
âOh, come onâŠâ
The exchange raises both alarm and confusion in Bi-Han that heâs not certain on how to respond except, âWhat are you two blabbering about?â
Ăila cocks her head towards Jun, âWe have a point, I promise, but she will explain it.â
Bi-Han raises an eyebrow at the said woman, âWell? Youâre talking about hospitality and trust, I donât think Iâd extend either if you two are acting weird in front of me.â
With a sigh, Jun begins to make her way to his desk; even paced, calculated movement, almost like a dance. âWe intended to make this as refined as possible, but crass will have to do, given your attitude. Weâre saying that weâre not blind, Bi-Han.â
âWho said you are?â
âWe noticed your stare. I am a Tenshikiri, Iâm trained to read the subtlest body language, and yours is loud.â Jun stops next to Ăila. With both women looking at him intently, Bi-Han finds his heart beats a bit faster. âDid you think we wouldnât notice your heated gaze on my hips? Or your ogling of Ăilaâs massive tits?â Ăila nudges Junâs side, but she continues. âWeâre all adults here, so let us talk like adults, shall we? If my observation is incorrect, tell me so, and we will offer you our apology, take our leave from your office, and we shall continue our days like this has never happened. So, would you like to admit it, or deny it, Grandmaster?â
The shame growing in the pit of Bi-Hanâs chest makes him feel like a hormonal teenager again, and he tries to suppress it, even though his face feels a bit warmer than usual. Gripping the armrests of his chair, his fingertips layered by ice in hope to quell his emotions. He glances between the two women, heat begins to consume him inside out, just like the urge to be honest or to lie to save face.
Whatâs the worst that could happen?
Bi-Han heaves a heavy sigh, body slumping against his chair. âHow astute. Forgive me for having a keen sense of observation. You should feel safe within these walls. But,â he adds sharply, âI merely admired what your hard work has bestowed upon your physique. Iâd be foolish if I did not notice them entirely.â
Jun glances at Ăila. There is a smirk shared between them, and Bi-Han swears he sees a mischievous glint in their eyes, one that he doesnât expect to see from them. Jun starts, âI told you. My skill is impeccable.â
Ăilaâs pink cheeks grow redder, âSo you said. Now what?â
âNow itâs our turn to be honest. You do it.â
âFineâŠâ Ăila groans, before schooling her expression into a decent one, albeit still holds mischief behind her smile. âWe â ahem â weâve also been âobservingâ your hard work. We think itâs impressive, worthy of many praises â you are possibly the most beautiful man weâve ever seen. Donât laugh!â She chides as Jun snickers into her palm.
The cogs in Bi-Hanâs mind fall into places, and oh⊠theyâve been ogling me as well? Them? Both of them? There is a cracking sound coming from his armrests, where his ice has taken form and completely ruined the fine wood, but he doesnât care for that for now. These two women who have occupied his thoughts just confessed that they have been looking at him as well, and â and now what?
âAh⊠Thank you.â is what Bi-Han can manage, for deep inside, his desire grows and he doesnât wish it to be known, not when Ăila is blushing so adorably, and he wonders if sheâll blush the same shade of her hair â does the hair below matches the hair above? â and certainly not when Jun is undressing him with her eyes, and he wonders what kind of expression she will give when she breaks underneath him âÂ
Bi-Han huffs an icy breath. The display earns the attention of the two women. He is the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. He is the infamous Sub-Zero who is widely known and respected. He can handle the toughest enemies and the hardest of battle, certainly he can handle two lustful creatures.
âSince the cats are out of the bag,â He begins, heart pounding harder and steadily, watching Ăila and Junâs response, âand since we are adults who are capable of being responsible for our own⊠desire, let me ask what do you have in mind?â
âPerhaps we should foster our alliances deeper .â Ăila glances between Jun and him.
âNothing better than showing the naked truth to foster trust.â Jun purrs. âAnd you? What does the Grandmaster want?â
Bi-Han canât help the pull on the corner of his lips, or the growing need in the restraint of his pants, or how he thinks how adorable that these two women are acting like they are in control of the outcome. But he welcomes their heated gaze nonetheless, as he gives his reply, âDo whatever you wish to me.â
***
The cold bedroom gradually grows hotter with each layer of clothing thatâs being shed. Bi-Han admires how both Ăila and Jun are not holding back from their desire, and neither is he; he interrupts Ăila from undoing her bra by pulling her for a kiss â she moans, partially in protest of his colder lips, but she complies and melts into his touch, arching into his palm thatâs kneading at one of her breasts. They feel heavy and full and soft, and Gods , Bi-Han wants to bury his face in between them.
A small chuckle is heard behind him, and he parts from Ăila to find Jun, already in her naked glory, approaching the bed with a small box in hand. Bi-Han grows curious, âWhat is that?â
âThis?â Jun shakes the box lightly. Whateverâs inside sounds heavy. âItâs something pleasurable, I promise.â
He is not convinced. He approaches her, silently demanding to see the content.
She clicks her tongue, âMm⊠Such impatience.â She opens the box, and just as she has said, the variety of toys stored within make Bi-Hanâs dick twitch in reaction. Jun takes out a large vibrator, âWould this be too much to handle? We can start with the â UNF.â
Her challenging tone dies down when Bi-Han silences her with a kiss. Her shaky breath is a reaction to his cold tongue, and she mewls when he palms her breasts â they are significantly smaller than Ăilaâs, but he enjoys her hardening nipples, how she jumps as he pinches them to attention.
A warm hand holds his lower back. Ăila hums, âI believe you said we are to do whatever we want with you?â
Bi-Han swallows thickly, did I? Oh, right, I did. âFine.â He grumbles internally, climbing into the bed to settle in the center. His erection is straining against his boxer brief, too tight, twitching in excitement as Ăila and Jun are standing at the foot of the bed, observing him. The warm light of the room accentuating the beauty of their naked bodies, the curves and dips, the colors and marks, the perfect imperfections.
When he finally removes his boxer brief, his erection springs free and heavily, and he swears he hears both women gasp. Their reaction pumps his pride â he is not stupid, years of training have sculpted his body into a perfect weapon, but also given him an impressive physique â so he lies there with a smirk, hand holding the base of his thick length, and he watches Ăila and Junâs eyes widening.
âTruly an asset ââ
â-- befitting a Grandmaster.â
They finish each other's sentences.
Without wasting any time, the bed dips when Ăila and Jun begin to climb up to lie beside him. Ăila is to his right, and Jun is to his left, and both are on their sides with their breasts pressing against him. Bi-Han curls his arms around them, cupping their breasts, earning their shared moanings.
Jun holds his chin, pulling him for a kiss; tongues and teeth clashing; he holds her breast a bit firmer, milking a moan. He feels Ăila kissing his chest, and her hand is roaming up and down his sculpted abs, nails lightly scratching his sensitive skin, making him buck slightly. He wishes her touch would glide lower to his aching cock thatâs waiting for attention, but she is taking her sweet time kissing and nibbling and marking him.
The kiss ends when Jun decides it does; she turns his chin towards Ăila, where Bi-Han finds her looking at him with such a bright smile, and so sweetly she holds his cheek. Her kiss is slow and steady; their tongues moving in tandem against each other. Itâs intoxicating, that Bi-Han fails to notice what Jun is doing until he feels her finger on the tip of his cock.
âMmhâŠâ He hums into Ăilaâs mouth as Jun teases his cockhead. The light touch is experimental, but by the Gods, does it feel damning. He grunts when his slit is teased, rubbed rather vigorously, gathering the little precum thatâs leaking.
Junâs hand leaves him, but Ăilaâs replaced it, holding the base of his cock with just enough pressure for him to feel her warmth. She begins to pump him, up and down, slowly, gently, earning an involuntary buck of his hips.
Bi-Han parts from the kiss to breathe. Eyes closing, heâs savoring the feeling, throat humming in reaction. âMm⊠Thatâs itâŠâ
âDoes it feel good?â Ăila hushedly asks, head pressing against his chest.
Bi-Han can only hum, but he shows his appreciation by squeezing the breasts of both women; the soft squishy of Ăilaâs and the perkiness of Junâs. He is enjoying the movement, the warmth, every little thing that makes his cock twitch happily and heâs growing harder and harder and â
A soft hum joins the shared breathing in the room, and the next thing he feels is a steady vibration pressed against the underside of his cockhead. He opens his eyes and looks down, seeing Ăila holding the base of his cock steadily, while Jun is pressing a vibrator to his cockhead; the tip is buzzing, blurring. Bi-Han rasps, âWhat are â ngh ââ
âWe are making ice cream.â Ăila replies in a sing-song tune, still smiling brightly.
Jun moves the vibrator up and down his cockhead; Bi-Han bites back a yelp when she presses it over his slit, âThis is the slowest setting. Letâs see how long it takes for you to come.â
Bi-Han grits his teeth, âInsolent maidens⊠Is that â mmh â a challenge?â
âYou can back down whenever you want, you know.â
The vibrator is pulled away, and though Bi-Han sighs in relief, his cock twitches involuntarily, missing the sensation. Ăila giggles, âSeems your dick wants more.â She moves her hand up to the tip â he bucks and grunts â and she gathers the precum, smearing it down his length. She repeats the action two more times before settling back to holding the base. âYou have to use your words, Bi-Han.â
Jun moves the vibrator closer, and Bi-Han watches, partially in want and partially in dread, as the silicone tip is inching closer to his twitching cockhead. She hums appreciatively, âOoh are you shy? Youâre blushing so adorably.â
âQuiet.â Bi-Han growls. âYou want to do whatever to me, do it, quit wasting time â NNGH ââ a whine escapes his throat when the vibrator is pressed to its previous position again. The sudden sensation makes his core muscle clench, making him more aware of the feeling, how it tickles in a good way.
To make it worse, Ăila is now moving her hand, shallow pump, steady and firm, and Bi-Han could only throw his head back. His legs are shaking, and the two devious women have taken the liberty to wrap their warm legs around each of his thigh; he can feel their heat and wetness, clearly they are also aroused by the activity. He tries to buck, but they keep their hold steady.
Then, the vibrator is pulled away again.
Bi-Han grunts in annoyance, but the women are laughing, and he is in no position to demand when his cock is oozing precum and twitching on its own, when his balls feel so tight and full, ready to burst whenever. âGet on with it.â
âYou want to come?â Jun asks, and he can hear her smirk.
âOf course.â He opens his eyes, finding her observing his face. But his eyelids are fluttering to a close when Ăila kisses his strained neck, and soon he is lost in the sensation of being teased, hot and cold, fast and slow.
The vibrator returns with a raised power. Bi-Han canât help the bucking of his hips, the twitching of his cock â he is close, so close, it feels so good, so good, so good â mmhhh!
The sound that he makes is something he doesnât know heâs capable of; a pathetic mewling, a moaning. Bi-Han pants aloud when the vibrator leaves him again, so close to the bliss, but so far away. He grips the breasts tightly, warningly, but it only earns Ăila and Junâs shared giggle. Though the sound annoys him, it also melts him, knowing they are having fun at the expense of his demise.
âOnce more for good measure?â Ăila asks tentatively.
âNo. No.â Bi-Han shakes his head, eyes closed tightly. âYouâve been denying me release. Itâs unfair.â
âUnfair is going back on your words â you said âwhatever we wantâ.â Jun turns the vibrator off. The lack of humming sound in the room alarms Bi-Han. âWhat do you say, Ăila? Do you think we should continue or not?â
Ăila chuckles, âYouâre cruel.â
â Fine .â Bi-Han repeats with a loud huff. âFine⊠Do it.â
Just as the words leave his lips, the vibrator is returns to its position, yet itâs not on. He waits, anticipating, but heâs not expecting two pairs of lips pressing a kiss to his cheeks. His eyes flutter open, just in time to see both Ăila and Jun hovering over him with smiles gracing their beautiful faces.
âSuch a handsome manâŠâ Ăila praises.
âA good GrandmasterâŠâ Jun adds. âHere is your reward.â
The vibrator turns on at the highest setting; Bi-Han growls deeply and throws his head back, eyes clenched shut, as he feels all of his nerves are alight. Ăila and Jun hum as theyâre settling their heads on his chest. The muttered praises are muffled by his own grunting, his complaints and singing of arousal. Ăila moves her hand again, at the same time Jun rubs the vibrator all over his cockhead, and the combined action defeats him completely.
âC-close ââ Bi-Han rasps for no reason.
His orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, pulling him under the bliss, that all he can feel is the twitching of his cock as Ăila and Jun are milking him; thick sperms shooting out of him, painting his abdomen with the hot, sticky substance. Bi-Han gasps when they still continue their actions, still holding his cock firmly, still pressing the vibrator against his very sensitive head. His twitching cockhead leaking out the remains of his seeds.
Bi-Han pries his eyes open, looking at the blushing Ăila and Jun, how wide their smiles are, and how it makes his heart soar knowing heâs the cause of their joy. While at the same time, he wants to protest their grip at his sensitive cock, the still vibrating vibrator trying to coax another ticklish orgasm out of him. â... nough â enough ⊠Iâve comeâŠâ
But heâs not prepared to receive the answer, as the two beautiful maidens look at him, eyes glinting with mirth, and collectively reply, âWe know.â
***
The heat of the room becomes a bit unbearable, as sweat begins to layer Bi-Hanâs skin. Heâs drunk on bliss, after having been milked twice by the vibrator; the offending tool has been set aside, thankfully. But now he lies, panting, thirsty for more, while at the same time heâs had enough. However, itâs difficult to know which desire he wants at the moment, especially when his head is lying on Ăilaâs plush thighs, and her breasts are just a kiss away from him.
Ăila is caressing his hair; his bun has become loose in the midst of everything. The action is soothing, calming, also encouraging. Bi-Han looks up at her, past her impressive chest. His tongue darts out to taste her nipple, and like a baby, he latches there, suckling, earning her soft moaning.
Once again for the night, he fails to notice what Jun is doing. Only at the last second that he feels her straddling his hips; his hands automatically hold onto her thighs, fingers splaying trying to grab ahold of her. She chuckles, breathy and lustful, and he feels her taking his hardening length in her hand.
âĂila, I think your tits are magic. Look,â Jun gives him one long stroke, âheâs hard again.â
Ăila laughs, âIndeed, breastfeeding has so many benefits.â
Bi-Han bucks his hips when he feels Jun rubbing her wetness all over his length. He can feel her warm cunt, and his cock is eager for a taste. His hands find her hips and pull her close, earning her chuckle, âHow insatiable, Grandmaster. Relax. You donât need to beg for this. I need youâŠâ She presses his tip to her cunt, and though itâs not yet entering, the spreading heat is enough for Bi-Han to want to drive into her.
Then Jun sinks down his length.
Their shared moaning is loud; hers a broken one, his is startled one. Her walls are warm and tight, and he can feel his tip pressing against her cervical opening. Jun rocks her hips gently, and her moan erupts again. âA â ah ⊠fuck ⊠youâre so thickâŠâ
Initially, Bi-Han believes she wonât be able to handle him. He believes she would give up, and he would have to plow into her at his own pace, and finally break her under his command. But the more she moves her hips, the steadier her pace has become, and within seconds, it is Bi-Han who finds himself at the edge of breaking again. He should have known the sway of her hips is lethal. Paired with the clenching of her walls, he can feel all of her with such shallow, hard thrusts.
Jun looks powerful like this; rocking and bouncing on his cock, humble-sized breasts jiggling in response, and the strands of her hair dancing back and forth with it. The flushed face and the parted lips, sharp eyes looking at him from hooded lids â somehow he wants nothing but to please her, wants her to be pleased by him.
With Ăilaâs breasts pressing against his face, earning a few lazy kisses and licks as he breathes and moans, Bi-Han could die peacefully. He doesnât know what to feel when bliss is rushing all over his nerves. His cock is twitching, getting harder and more sensitive, especially when Jun suddenly clenches down tightly; her walls are spasming, and she throws her head back; her lips forming a perfect O, with her eyes closing tightly â she comes hard. It doesnât take long for her to greedily continue moving, either to prolong her orgasm or to earn herself another one. For a moment, Bi-Han feels wild, feeling like a toy being used for her pleasure, and he loves it .
Ăila looks at him from between her breasts, âHmm? Youâre loving this arenât you?â
âWhat?â Jun breathes out between moaning.
âYes, I think heâs loving this, Jun.â
âI do not â ah ââ Bi-Han protests hastily.
Jun laughs, âI can tell youâre lying even when your face is buried in tits.â
Bi-Han tenses when he feels Ăilaâs hand on his chest. Her fingers are circling around his nipple, teasing, coaxing it to become erect. He huffs, âWanton creatures⊠How â nngh â how can I not react⊠when you keep teasing meâŠ?â
âYou could freeze us, but so far you havenât â OH!â Junâs words are cut off when Bi-Han layers his hands in ice, and he grips on her hips tighter. He wants to hear her protest, wants to hear her beg him to release her, but instead, she is mewling, long and wanting. âOhhh⊠You play dirty, Grandmaster⊠Didnât you know pain and pleasure go hand in hand?â
Bi-Han knows he is lost when Jun rocks her hips faster. He knows he is lost when Ăila mutters hushed words of encouragement, and he beams up for each stroke of her hand against his hair. He knows he is lost when he feels Junâs walls enveloping his length tightly, and she twitches and moans aloud when she comes again, this time accompanied by his. Hot white liquid spurting out in liberation, painting her insides completely. He knows he is lost when Jun removes herself from him, and he whines â the Grandmaster whines â at the loss of warmth around his sensitive cock.
Oh, but for once, losing feels so good.
***
âDoes this hurt?â Jun pulls the chain slightly.
Bi-Han huffs, looking down at the chain, following it to the nipple clamps that are now attached to his erect nipples. They look so red. When he doesnât reply, Jun tugs the chain again.
âI said, does this hurt?â She repeats.
âNo.â Bi-Han grunts.
âThey look like they hurt.â Ăila comments from where she is lying down on the bed, propped up by comfortable pillows. Her legs are parted, baring her pink cunt to the air; Bi-Hanâs gaze falls to it, canât deny that he is eager for her even after so many times coming.
âItâs not.â Bi-Han assures her. To be honest, he has never thought his nipples would be in this situation, but here they are, and heâs feeling way too good about it. He takes his position between Ăilaâs legs; his hard length resting on top of her mound. He can feel her hot cunt against his balls.
Ăila looks divine in this position. Sprawled out on his bed, hands clutching tightly on the sheets, and her bright-colored hair a stark contrast to the fabric. She looks adorable, with the blushing cheeks, and still bright smile thatâs just begging to be turned into orgasmic bliss. He wants to ruin her, wants to be ruined by her.
Bi-Han rubs his length along her opening, tip teasing her leaking cunt. She feels warmer, hotter than Junâs, and when he finally enters her â Gods! â Bi-Han believes he would have melted instantly. Yet he persists, pressing forward until his hips are flushed against hers. He hoists her left leg to his shoulder, wanting to drive in deeper, she moves her right thigh further, wanting him to drive in deeper.
Then he begins to move.
With each thrust, his nipple clamps move, and it sends jolts of bliss to his sensitive tips. It makes his cock twitch involuntarily. It tickles, but feels arousing. It aches, but feels blissful. He is lost in the sensation shortly, when he can hear Ăilaâs loud moaning, when he can hear the slapping of flesh and the wet squelching noise of her cunt, when he feels her walls threatening to melt his cock off from how tight they are squeezing him.
Suddenly, the chain is tugged, and Bi-Hanâs eyes shoot open in shock; he groans in protest when his pace falters. He feels Jun leaning behind him, pressing her naked front to his back. Her right hand is tugging at the chain, while her left is on his head, giving a gentle pat. âHush⊠You are doing so wellâŠâ
I was, until you interrupted me , is what Bi-Han wants to say. But he grits his teeth and remains quiet, and focuses on fucking Ăila as best as he can without faltering again. He can feel her getting close; cunt twitching, her moaning escalating into a crescendo, and âÂ
And she comes, at the same time as the chain is tugged three times, and Bi-Han finds himself moaning aloud to accompany Ăilaâs wanton cries. He grips her thighs firmly, trying to ground himself, not wanting to come just yet. But itâs difficult when Jun is teasing the living hell out of him, giggling and peppering kisses to his sweating temple.
âOne more, for the sake of being fair. I came twice, she must come twice as well.â Jun whispers, still holding onto the chain.
Bi-Han canât think straight. His mind is too fucked up to even make a coherent sentence, that he simply nods in reply, and sounding off a breathy, âYes.â His hips begin to move again, picking up the pace again, that by now it feels like an automatic action, a carnal desire. He wants to come, again and again, wants to paint their insides with his seeds, wants to have them howling his name and crying aloud from how good heâs making them feel.
But his reply must have been not good enough. The chain is tugged again, but this time is by Ăila; he bows down, following the pull of the chain. His eyes lock with hers, seeing the lust she shares. Her question is laced with the same lust as well, âAre you â ahn â are you going to please me â mmh?â
Bi-Han nods frantically.
Jun coos at his back, kisses littering on the hard plane of his torso, on his shoulders, on his nape. Dainty fingers coiling with his hair, rubbing at his scalp, gently kneading. Bi-Han drives in faster and harder into Ăilaâs sopping cunt, again and again and again â
He feels her walls clenching around him again, and he canât stop the blissful moaning that erupts from his throat; his cock twitching in delight, and his seeds are leaving him without having to be asked. It is too much, too damn much, that he gets lightheaded.
He feels himself being pulled backwards until heâs out of Ăilaâs divine walls, and heâs lying on his back, sweating. He registers the bed shifting as the two goddesses are moving about. Jun removes the nipple clamps one by one; with each one, she rubs a cooling ointment on his sore nipples carefully. He swears he hears her muttering what a good job he has done, and how good he looks. Then, shortly, he feels a wet, warm towel being dragged along his lower abdomen, as if giving him a bath. It cleans up his length from his sticky sperm. Ăilaâs face comes into view, and she plants a kiss to the tip of his nose, a smile so bright he could claim her as his sun.
When his breathing has become calmer, he feels the bed dips again. Automatically, he opens his arms, welcoming both Ăila and Jun to lie on his chest, cuddled up in a shared body warmth. With a slow movement, he plants a kiss on their damp foreheads, each one earning their pleased humming. And only then do they close their eyes, and drift asleep, high on cloud nine of bliss.
***
âYou⊠wish to be placed with the Lin Kuei for an indefinite amount of time?â Liu Kang asks, confusion etched on his face. âI mean no offense, Iâm merely confused as to why. When I suggested it at first, you two didnât seem to want it, said Arctika is too cold and harsh.â
âWell, it was then, but after a while it grows on us.â Ăila replies with a shrug. âIâve informed my clan. As long as Iâm doing my part to keep Earthrealm safe, they are fine with my decision.â
âLikewise,â Jun comments. âThe Tenshikiri can operate individually; I have my General at the ready should anything urgent comes up. You have nothing to worry about, Lord Liu Kang.â
The Fire God, despite still in confusion, finally relents. âVery well. Should you require anything, do not hesitate to inform me.â
Jun smiles, âRest assured. The Grandmaster is treating us well.â
âIndeed, he is.â Ăila adds. âPlease excuse us. We must return to Arctika at once; there are plenty to plan for the sake of Earthrealm.â
Bi-Han hums, leaning by the door to Liu Kangâs meeting room, listening to the conversation thatâs taking place within. He counts the footsteps of Ăila and Jun, and anticipates their arrival to his location. They notice him, as he does them, and though it is subtle, the little look they exchange speaks louder than words.
âNow that is done.â Ăila begins.
Jun finishes, âShall we return to Arctika, Grandmaster?â
With his smile hidden behind his mask, Bi-Han hushedly replies, âAs my ladies wish.â
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Hello how are you? Iâd like to request killua x f reader headcanons where the reader has pet dragons. Like you can tell sheâs weak and yet when a giant creature shows up behind her itâs bound to be a little menacing. Iâm sorry I know this is a weird request Iâm just obsessed with dragons đ
How to train your Dragon (ft. Y/N and Killua)
Okay first off, this is just adorable.
Okay so Killua really undermined you when he first saw you, he liked how nice and gentle you were, but you were too weak to be interesting.
However Gon really adored you, so you invited both of them to your house.
And Boom, he was quacking in his boots when he saw this ginormous Dragon greet you like a puppy.
The Zoldycks have a large dog as a pet too, but a dragon?? that's a whole new level.
He is just standing there like: đ§
And you are like "Oh don't worry he doesn't bite."
Yeah, clearly he doesn't bite, he just kills on the spot-
Gon is already trying to befriend the Dragon and Killua is just holding him by his T-shirt to stop him from running like Bro chill, that's a whole Dragon, not a puppy.
If the Dragon helps in fights I hate to break it to you, but Killua will sometimes make fun of that.
He'll be like "Oh you can't even fight without (dragon name?)"
Oh god if you start crying he genuinely feels like the worst scum on the earth.
What's worse? Your Dragon is growling at Killua for making you cry.
Timeskip to the next day, and you wake up to see your dragon decorated with flower garlands and stick-on sequins and stickers on its scales.
He is holding one end of a banner and your dragon is holding another end of the banner which reads 'I'M SORRY.' You try to ignore the slight burns on Killua's clothes.
Anyways after that you guys just got closer, and the things that Killua made fun of started looking cuter.
Like look how fragile you look next to the dragon Jskdoeidowedui
Or the way you care about everyone, he is so enamoured by it.
Boy is head over heels but doesn't know how to process his feelings.
UNTIL you are in a fight where you end up getting hurt badly.
My guy goes absolutely bat-shit crazy.
Then its pretty obvious tbh you guys just figure it out eventually,
Dragon best wingman!
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And So It Goes - Part 18
Pairing: Billy Butcher x OFC (Latina!OC)
Summary: As Madelyn Stillwellâs personal assistant, Helena Flores finds herself caught between protecting her job, and more importantly her lifeâor helping Billy Butcher bring down the supe who killed her best friend, Becca.
Word Count: 5,600
Tags/Warnings: Love triangle, tension, more of Benâs asshole behavior, angst, hurt/comfort, implied smut
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18: Being Human
Maybe I really do have a death wish, Helena thought, as she let the most wanted supe alive into her home.
Butcher and Hughie joined him, with the latter taking in her two-story house for the first time.
âNice,â Hughie said with a nod. âThis place is beautiful.â
Helena gave him a small smile. âThank you.â
Though she gave Ben a pointed look. âTry not to break it, please.â
He shot her a raised brow, but didnât comment. Instead, he watched her turn and show them one of the guest bedrooms on the first floor. Meanwhile, his gaze lingered on the curve of her ass in those jeans.
Butcher caught the supeâs lazy perusal with a sharp eye. Ben felt his stare and had the gall to shoot him a wink with his smile. Benâs steps had a certain swagger as he followed Helena down the hall.
It succeeded in setting Butcher even more on edge.
Hughie glanced over at his friend with concern; heâd seen the exchange between the men and didnât like the fact that Helena was caught in the middle. More and more, he was starting to question just what the hell they were doing.
âAre you sure about this?â Hughie asked.
Butcher didnât even look at him. His ears were perked to the conversation Soldier Boy and Helena were having down the hall, about fresh bedsheets, of all things.
âThereâs no turning back now,â Butcher said.
Hughie frowned. âI know, butâŠâ
Butcher ignored him in favor of starting down the hall to follow Helena and the unstable supe heâd brought into her home.
After everyone had showered and changed and devoured a few pizzas Helena had ordered, Ben puttered through her living room, rummaging through her things. He opened drawers and surveyed her various picture frames, like he was actually interested in her life or something.
âGot any reefer?â he asked.
Helena rolled her eyes. There goes that theory.
Not that she wanted his interest.
âFresh out,â she said wryly.
She watched him from her corner of the sofa while Hughie graciously did the dishes. Butcher was sitting at the breakfast nook with a cup of tea.
Helena knew he was monitoring the supe out of the corner of his eye, but she was now very careful in what she left on the TV. She didnât think Dumb and Dumber should have anything triggering.
She eyed him more sharply when Ben started thumbing through her record collection.
âHey, easy with my vinyl, please,â she said. âItâs vintage.â
He raised up one of your favorites: I Wanna Dance with Somebody.
âSweetheart, Iâm vintage. I think Whitney Houstonis safe with me,â he quipped wryly.
She rolled her eyes at him, but she had to fight a laugh.Â
âI knew her, by the way,â he mentioned.Â
Helenaâs interest was piqued, with a tilt of her head. âDid you?â
âYeah. Her and Bobby knew how the fuck to get down. Thatâs for damn sure.â
âOh my God,â Helena giggled.
Butcher couldnât fucking believe what was happening in front of him.
Well, technically, behind him. He was facing the kitchen, and it gave Hughie the vantage point to see Butcherâs irritation.
Helena was more amused than disgusted by the manâs ridiculous flirting. He was an old, old man in that 40s-ish, practically indestructible body. He was like a man out of time, complete with outdated sexism and hyper-machismo. His attempts were often so obvious, it was funny.
But, she also felt guilty for being able to laugh and be pleasant, when this was a man who had killed, and not just during his PTSD-fueled episodes over the past few days. This was the man who murdered M.M.âs grandfather.
The problem was, she had long ago become desensitized to asshole supes. And she couldnât help her gut instinctâŠthat there was more to Ben than met the eye.
Helena called it a night an hour or so later, when her eyes were starting to droop. Sheâd slept for a couple of hours in the car, but there was nothing like being back in her safe space, in fresh clothes, and soon to be in her own bed.
A knock at her bedroom door had her frowning in confusion. She put on a robe over her pajamas and opened the door. Her brows raised at finding Butcher there.
âHey,â he said. His voice was deep and tired, full of gravel. He tried to slip past her inside the room, but she grabbed the doorjamb, blocking his way. She gave him a flat look.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â she asked. He gestured to the bed with raised brows.
âTo sleep. Iâm fucking knackered, love.â
Helenaâs lips formed a thin smile.
âThereâs a guest bedroom down the hall,â she said. For a moment, they just stared at one another, as one refused to leave, and the other refused to bend.
âHel,â Butcher tried.
âYou ended this,â she said, pushing him back with a hand in the center of his chest.
âTechnically, that was you,â he returned. He backed up a step, but wouldnât let her move him much farther.Â
This time, her lips pursed and her expression tightened.
âYou know what you said, Billy,â she said. âAnd you know what you did. You still donât even have the decency to apologize.â
She stepped closer into his orbit, until her breasts barely brushed against his chest. He could feel the warmth of her skin under the thin cotton of her shirt, could see that she wasnât wearing a bra.
She leaned up on her toes and almost brushed her lips against his. She smelled minty fresh, along with the jasmine shampoo she often used.
âYouâŠdonât get any part of this,â she said. âAnd you certainly donât get to make some kind of claim on me just because youâre jealous.â
Helena pulled away. Butcher didnât know what was more infuriating: not being able to touch her, or the deadly accuracy of her words.
âJealous?â he said incredulously. âOf fucking what, might I ask?â
Instead of answering him, she smiled and closed her door in his face.
Butcher was left in the hall, teeth gritted and fists clenched. What the bloody hell just happened?
When he couldnât stand the silence any longer, he trudged down the hall and into the second bedroom, where Hughie was already slipping into the queen-sized bed. Butcher yanked him out of bed, despite the younger manâs yelp and protest.
âHey!â
âThereâs a couch nice and comfy there for ya,â Butcher said, gesturing at the nearby sofa. It was little more than a loveseat. If Hughie was lucky, it would only be his legs hanging off the side.
He frowned. âCome on, man.â
Butcher shrugged off his jacket and boots, tossing them on a nearby accent chair.
âYou can try your luck bunking with Soldier Boy downstairs, but that might be ill-advised,â he retorted.
And he got into bed, turning out the bedside lamp as he went.
Helena slept for maybe a couple of hours before her eyes opened in the dark, her heart racing. She groaned and covered her face with a hand.
She still saw flashes of manic blue eyes in her mind, a hand wrapped around her throat. She felt throbbing pain radiating from the side of her head and half her ribcage.
It forced her out of bed in search of her medication, which Butcher had somehow gotten for her without a prescription. She chose to ignore that fact, and she grabbed her pill bottle, put on her favorite robe over her pajamas, and ventured downstairs for a glass of water.
When she turned on the kitchen light, her bleary eyes made out a shape sitting at the breakfast nook.
She jumped halfway out of her skin, until she realized that it was just Ben, sitting there with two cartons of Mint Milano cookies and three empty beers from her fridge. He raised his brows at her.
âEvening, sweetheart,â he said, smirking when he eyed her fuzzy purple robe. âCute.â
âDown, boy,â she warned. She laid a quivering hand on her chest and caught her breath. âYou scared the shit out of me.â
She retrieved the jug of water from the fridge and asked him if he wanted some. He shook his head, leaving her to consider him as she poured herself a glass of water. She saw the familiar threads of self-medicating with the empty beer bottles.
âI can make you some tea,â she offered.
Ben frowned. âPiss water, you mean? Iâll pass.â
Helena rolled her eyes. She got out the chamomile anyway and started up the kettle. It was an electric brewer, so the water would be hot within minutes.
âIt could help you sleep better,â she pointed out. She felt his hot gaze on her back as she went about her business in the kitchen. She set up two mugs and took out the bottle of honey.
âOne of two things helps me sleep,â said Ben. âGood drugs or a good fuck.â
Helena paused. Her hand clenched on the honey bottle on reflex, and made a large spurt squeeze out in one of the mugs. She eyed him tartly over her shoulder.
âYouâll find neither in this house,â she said. Her tone was pointed. His sly gaze said he wasnât too sure about that.
âWhatâs keeping you up?â she asked, and she put a cup of tea in front of him with honey already stirred in. He gave her a flat look.
âI donât drink that shit,â he said. She smiled.
âBut I made it especially for you,â she replied, saccharine sweet. âI thought guys like you were supposed to be chivalrous.â
Ben just stared at her, hard.
She stared at him right back and raised her brows.
âJust try it,â she cajoled. âYou might like it.â
He still didnât look convinced, but after a moment, he slowly reached out and took the handle of the mug. He brought it to his lips and took a reluctant sip.
He grimaced. It was everything he thought it would be: weak in flavor, but warm and a hint sweet.
Helena smiled in satisfaction, and he fought one of amusement, even as he considered how sweet she might be to taste.
She went to get her own mug and her bottle of pain meds. While her back was turned, Ben poured most of the tea into the sink.
âWhyâre you in my kitchen, eating all my cookies?â she asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder while holding up one of the empty boxes of Milanos. âThese are my favorites.â
Benâs gaze roamed down the length of her fuzzy robe. It hinted at curves heâd already seen and taken note of. She was the hottest young thing heâd seen inâŠwell, a while. Still, heâd be willing to eat up Miss Chiquita Banana and leave no crumbs.
âIâve slept long enough,â he said. She turned back around, and he tried to disguise his hunger (for now).Â
Helena glanced up at him wryly. âHmm. Youâre allowed to say you canât sleep.â
Ben didnât answer, but he watched her struggle to open her pill bottle. She twisted and twisted the cap, applying pressure, but it refused to budge.
âDamn it. What, did they reinforce this with, titanium?â she muttered.
The pill bottle eventually broke free, raining little white pills onto the counter. A few of them rolled off to the floor.
Her shoulders deflated. âOf fucking course.â
With a sigh, she slowly bent down and gathered up the pills that fell. She grabbed onto the counter, but the sharpening pain in her ribs wouldnât let her straighten up, let alone get back onto her feet. She looked up at Ben in annoyance. He was just sitting there, watching her in bemusement.
âCoño pero⊠Are you gonna help me, Mr. Chivalry?â she snarked. âBest generation, indeed.â
Ben raised a brow at her. âI might, if you ask a little fucking nicer.â
Helena gaped at him. What a dick.
But she expected nothing less, really. She let out a tense breath through her nose and through much effort, she angled a less pissed off face at him.
âWill you please give me hand off the damn floor?â she asked.
A smirk crossed his lips. He actually obliged her, sliding off his seat and coming her way around the kitchen counter. He bent down and helped her up with a hand on her lower back and her elbow. He didnât back away from her until her feet were steady on the ground, and she nodded in thanks. He took a few pills out of her hand as payment, popping them into his mouth like Tic Tacs.
Helena sighed in annoyance. Unlike him, she actually needed those.
âWhyâre you up, anyway?â Ben asked.
âWell, I could blame it on the pain,â she replied, after downing two pills with her water. âBut umâŠI keep replaying yesterday in my head, over and over like a bad movie. It always stops at the part where I look up at Homelanderâs psychotic fucking eyes, and I justâŠI knew.â
Helena shook her head. Benâs lips tugged downward.
âKnew what?â he asked.
âIâm officially on his hit list now,â she said.Â
She knew it was partly her own fault. She chose to follow Butcher, to keep making reckless decisions. But at least now she wouldnât have to spend every damn second of every day looking over her shoulder. She could just turn around and accept whatever happened next.
Helena could admit it though. She was afraid.
âWhatâs it like, not being afraid?â she asked Ben, with a small sarcastic huff. His brow arched.
âWhen youâve routinely pounded Nazis up the ass, nothing much bothers you after that,â he said, sipping at his mug of tea. Though he soon grimaced again at the taste and pushed the offending drink away.
Deep inside, however, he refused to acknowledge the darker chasms. Stolen years that were now blurred together in memory, and yet, certain moments rang painfully clear. His eyes were unseeing for a moment, before they glanced back up at Helena.
He nearly missed the way she chuckled.
âThat shit isnât fooling for a second,â she said. âI saw you lose your grip, Ben.â
His gaze sharpened. His fist clenched on the counter.
âCareful, sweetheart,â he warned.
Her eyes narrowed. âLet me ask you a question. Do you really not remember M.M.âs family? Or was that routine for you too?â
He paused, his brows crunched in irritation.
âI donât have to fucking justify myself to you. I was doing my fucking job. Sometimesââ
âWhat, shit happens?â She threw her hands up mockingly. âGod, youâre just like Homelander. Like almost every supe Iâve ever met.â
He rolled his eyes, dismissive, but his anger was prickling just under the surface of his stoic front.
And on the off chance that it was a mask for any spark of shame he felt deep down, Helena was at least a little satisfied. For 100-something years of machismo and supe arrogance, that spark wouldâve been well-won.Â
âRegret is human, Ben,â she said. âSo is fear. And pain. And love.â
His face remained stoic. âIâm a lot fucking more than human.â
She huffed at that. âIf you say so.â
She shook her head and delved back into her pantry. As a peace offering, she broke out her secret backup stash of cookies, that she doubted even Butcher knew about. They were raspberry and milk chocolate Milanos. She subtly shook the box at Ben with a smile.
He tilted his head. âI donât remember that flavor.â
âOoh. Brace yourself,â said Helena. She dug out the first two sleeves of cookies and gave him one. Â
âHow come thereâs five in yours?â he asked with a frown. There were only four cookies in his sleeve.Â
âThe Lord giveth, and he taketh away,â she joked. âI get the bonus cookie.â
Ben gave her a deadpan look, but he ate in silence. He looked all surly, and she had to hold in a laugh. What a man-child.
Instead, she tossed her extra cookie at him. He raised a hand to instinctively fend off a projectile.
âHey,â he said, with his mouth full.
Helena ended up giggling at the sight of crumbs falling from his mouth and in his beard. Again, man-child.
She wanted to hate him.
She should hate him, on principle alone.
Perhaps she had a weakness for deeply flawed men with massive egos. But fleeting as they were, she saw the glimpses of humanity in Benârare moments that got swallowed up by Soldier Boy.
In the morning, Butcher aimed to work on the list of safehouses where one of his most paranoid of ex-teammates, Mindstorm, could be hiding out. This next one was a few hours north. Heâd be gone for the day, at least.
He was forced to leave Helena and Hughie behind, but not without a warning for the latter. Butcher had pulled Hughie aside and let him know that he wasnât to leave her alone with Soldier Boy again, under any circumstances. Hughie didnât have to ask âor what.â
Butcher was gone early in the morning. It allowed Helena and Ben to make their way into the kitchen slower in the morning. She was dressed for the day with her coffee mug in hand, sitting at the breakfast nook while Hughie caught up on the news from her laptop in the living room.
Ben grabbed a cup of coffee and took a seat next to her.
âWhat do you say you get started on breakfast. Huh, baby doll?â he asked. Or more like demanded, by his actual tone.
Helena shot him a dry look. âThereâs cereal in the pantry.â
âCome on, now. I could use a home cooked meal,â he said.
Her brow twitched in irritation.
âIt might be nice, since I have cracked ribs at the moment, if you might make yourself something,â Helena replied.
Ben gave her a smirk as he eyed her. âWhy would I do that when you look like a perfectly good cook.â
âOh, I am,â she said. âBut Iâm neither your servant nor your maid.â
âYouâve got two working hands, donât you?â Ben remarked, as he sipped his coffee. âGod fucking knows youâve got a working mouth.â
Helena seethed as she got up from her chair, but not to make anyone a damn thing. She went to the sink to dump her empty coffee mug. She turned back to Ben and opened her mouth to say something she would very likely regret, but Hughie interjected, perhaps seeing that an explosion was about to happen.
âUh, why donât I make us something?â he said, getting up from the couch and heading into the kitchen with Helena. âI can whip us up some scrambled eggs. Bacon, if youâve got it. Ooh, looks like youâve got bread to make toast.â
She gave him a tight smile. âKnock yourself out.â
She ate her eggs on the couch in simmering silence while the news played on the TV. Hughie sat with her, casting her a look of concern every now and then. She ignored it all, including Benâs less than discreet grumpy staring. Â
Apparently, he couldnât contain himself any longer.
âI swear to Christ. What the fuck is wrong with women today?â he said.
What a good start, Helena thought sarcastically.
âMy mom never kept my father waiting for a meal. Even when he came home at whatever goddamn hour of the night, she had a plate waiting for him,â he said.
Helena rolled her eyes and quipped dryly, âThat plate mustâve been cold as hell.â
Ben eyed her as she got up from the couch and went to bring her plate to the sink. She had her back to him as she began to rinse the dishes and put them into the sink.
âWhen did women get so fucking lazy? And disrespectful,â he remarked.
Helena hit the lever on the sink closed to turn off the faucet. She turned around to face the man and crossed her arms.
âYou want a fuckable maid, pay extra,â she said. âBut if you want a partner you can rely on. Someone you can trust not to give you to the damn Russians, then you share the load. And you respect the woman who lets you into her bed.â
She turned back to the dishes so she wouldnât have to look at Benâs angry, brooding face. But the way she turned her back on him, along with her pointed words, irritated enough to spark his anger. He got up from his seat.
Hughie sensed the danger before Helena did. He stood and made a cautious approach to the kitchen.
Helena reached for a hand towel, and found her wrist encased with an iron grip. She gasped as Ben turned her to face him.
âIâve put up with a lot from you,â he said. âI think Iâve been a gentleman, considering what a disrespectful little brat you are. But I really think you wanna get bent over my knee.â
His face told her that she wouldnât enjoy it.
âHey,â Hughie tried to intervene. âLetâs just calm down, all right?â
Helena let out a shaky breath, but she looked up at Ben and somehow managed to hold her ground, despite the iron grip on her arms.
âIf it makes you feel better, go ahead,â she said. âSlap me around until I break.â
âSoldier Boy!â Hughie said in warning.
Ben ignored him. He stared down at Helena with cold anger in his eyes. His hold on her arms tightened, and it hurt. She failed to stifle a gasp of pain.
But she stared up at him defiantly, even though there were tears forming in her eyes.
âYou want me to respect you? You killed my friendâs family, and you donât even care,â she said. âI donât see anything here that earns my respect.â
Ben reacted to her words, mostly with anger as his brows furrowed.
Hughie grabbed the supeâs shoulder. âHey, man, just let her go!â
Ben shoved Hughie away so hard that it made the younger man slide across the kitchen and into the far wall, until he hit a bookshelf and fell to the ground.
Helena flinched in shock, and pain at the way he was still holding her. Ben saw it play across her faceâŠand he let her go abruptly. He stared down at her for a moment, nostrils flaring with his heavier breathing. She tried to calm her own breathing as she met his gaze, wondering what he would do. Wondering if this was the moment sheâd signed her own death warrant by being her smartass self.
But Ben walked away from her.
Well, stalked away, more like. He left through the front door and it swung open on its hinges.
Helena took in deep breathes of relief. Eventually she gathered enough of her wits to go to Hughie, who was still picking himself off the floor. Â
âI gotta go after him,â he said with a sigh.
âGet that man away from my house. I donât care where you take him,â Helena said, frowning tersely. Hughie couldnât blame her.
âAre you okay?â he asked, and touched her arm gently. She pulled away from his touch and held herself with crossed arms.
âIâm fine. Just go get him,â she replied.
He nodded and took off after Soldier Boy. It gave Helena the reprieve she needed to let out a long, tremulous breath. A tear fell down her cheek as she leaned on the kitchen counter.
She just couldnât help taking her life into her hands.
Butcher returned to Helenaâs house in the evening. Her car was still in the driveway, but when he let himself in with the spare key sheâd given him, he realized that the house was empty, except for her.
She was washing dishes from a dinner sheâd clearly made for just herself: a Lean Cuisine.
âWhere the hell are Hughie and Soldier Boy?â he asked, approaching where she stood in the kitchen, dressed down in a long-sleeved shirt and yoga pants.
âI couldnât give a fuck,â she said. âHello to you too, by the way.â
Her voice had little energy in it, save for anger and sarcasm, and Butcher took notice. He frowned.
âYouâre the one who brought âem here. Werenât my fucking idea, remember?â he snarked back.
Helena finally gave up on the dishes and turned to him with angry tears in her eyes.
âBut youâre the one who made it happen, Billy. You wanted to cut a deal with that ancient, unstable fucking asshole? Well, you got your damn wish,â she said. âYou are the reason weâre in this mess.â
Butcher paused at the sight of her unshed tears. His jaw worked as he tried to make sense of why she was this upset, when just yesterday she was joking and laughing with the supe like he was the guest of honor.
His brows drew together. âWhat did he do?â
Helena refused to answer.
Butcher went to her and tried to grasp her arm, but she pulled away from him with a flinch. Her eyes flicked away from his.
Unbidden, it reminded him of the day he waited for her at her apartment. And sheâd come home after work looking skittish and drained. Sheâd flinched away from his touch then, just like sheâd done now. That had been the day Homelander nearly strangled her to death.
âWhat the fuck did he do, Helena?â Butcher repeated. She met his gaze.Â
âYou better find him,â she said, âbefore he blows up another damn building.â
Butcher stared hard at her, but she wouldnât say anything more.
He fished out his cell and called Hughie, who told him that heâd brought Soldier Boy to the Legendâs penthouse apartment in the city.
âGood,â Butcher nodded. âKeep him settled there while I look for Mindstorm.â
He glanced at Helena, but she was already walking away from him to finish cleaning up her kitchen.
Butcher ended his call. For a moment, he wasnât sure what to say.
âIâve gotta go,â was what he settled on.
She shrugged. Butcher nearly sighed. He went to her though, while she was wiping down the counter with a clean rag. His hand reached out to touch her back, but at the last moment, he thought better of it. His arm drifted back to his side.
âYou okay?â he asked gruffly.
âLike you care,â she said. Her tone was one of both snark and exhaustion. âJust go.â
Reluctantly, he went.
Helena was angry, to say the leastâat Butcher, at Soldier Boy, and even at Hughie. She was also angry at herself for not having been able to leave well enough alone when Butcher left the first time.
Which first time? She snorted.
But she was especially mad at herself when she allowed the three men to traipse back into her home, a week later.
ââUllo, love,â Butcher greeted at her door.
They were covered with dried sweat and dirt, like theyâd been hiking. She only let them in because of how they lookedâeach a bit rattled by whatever theyâd faced. Her house was safer than the Legendâs at this point, Butcher explained.
âJust one night,â he asked. âWeâll fuck off in the morning.â
âFine,â she agreed, despite her better judgment. Again, it was that look in his eyes. Unsteady.
Ben gave her a predictable once-over of her pajama shorts and tank-top, but it seemed he didnât have it in him to volley with her like usual, especially after what happened last time. He didnât acknowledge that as he made his way to one of the guest rooms.
Helena followed Hughie and Butcher upstairsâŠbut something made her grab Butcher and steer him away from the second guest bedroom.
He wasnât sure what she was doing while she guided him into the bathroom in her room. There he leaned against the counter of the bathroom sink. She picked the twigs out of his hair and brushed the dried mud from his shirt.
âDid you take a dirt nap or something?â she asked.
âSomething like that,â he replied.
âWhat the hell happened then?â
He looked down at her. âMindstorm is dead.â
She sighed at that, but something else was there, behind his eyes. Just under the surface.
âAnd what else?â Helena asked.
Butcher remained quiet, hesitating. She slowly took a chance by reaching for his scarred hand. She held it with both of hers.
He couldnât help himself. He brushed his thumb over the back of her warm, tan, smooth hand, reminding himself that she was real and alive. And he wasnât locked in his mind.
âWhen I left for the SAS,â he said, âI left my little brother behindâŠwith our raging cunt of a father.â
Helena inhaled deeply; she remembered what Butcher had told her about Lenny, about how he died young. But somehow, Butcher had left out this detail. He met her gaze with tears forming in his red-rimmed eyes.
âI shouldnât have left him,â he confessed.
Helena was half in shock as she watched the first tear roll down his cheek. She realized then that she had never seen the true depths of this man. Not until tonight.
Her eyes burned with sympathetic emotion as she reached for him and pull him into her arms. He held her back, burying his face in her neck and grounding himself in her as his body shook. Those brutal memories, along with the grief that had been locked deep inside had loosened, and the doors were now swinging open on their hinges.
âJesus Christ, HelenaâŠIâm sorry,â he said. His voice wavered, and his hand clenched in her hair. âFor what I keep doing to ya. Dragging you down with me with every goddamn step.âÂ
He pulled back enough to see her, to be faced with her tears as she bit her lip.
âAnd for what I saidâŠto you, and to the kid. Iâm fucking sorry,â he said.
Helena broke down just as much as he did then. She nodded in acceptance, and she held his face in her hands. Then she brought him down for a tender kiss. Butcher gave into the soft warmth of her as he held her against him, unwilling to let go this time.
And she led him back into her bed.
In the late hours of the night, Butcher returned to Helenaâs bed after a shower. She was already fast asleep. He slid in behind her, gently caressing the back of his hand up her naked back and over her shoulder, down her armâŠ
And he saw it. A purplish, yellow band around her arm.
It looked like a bruise, formed by a large hand. A manâs hand.
Butcher was damn certain it wasnât his own, and heâd just finished tracing all the contours of her body tonight.
Though he was reminded of what happened a few days agoâŠ
His brows drew together. âWhat did he do?â
Helena refused to answer.
Butcher went to her and tried to grasp her arm, but she pulled away from him with a flinch. Her eyes flicked away from his.
Soldier Boy. That old cunt.
Rage built and built inside him. That unfathomable rage that so often fostered lethal energy in Butcherâs blood.
Carefully he slipped out of bed. He got as far as the doorway before he looked back at Helena. He focused on her easy breathing, her messy dark hair splayed on her pillow.
The rage he felt began to simmer down, bit by bit, into self-loathing. Because he did this.
Sheâd been right before. Butcher made the deal with Soldier Boy. And Butcher brought this shitshow into her home.
So he forced himself to join her back in bed. He traced down the back of her neck, down the length of her lotus tattoo. It made her shiver in her sleep.
Butcher had failed his brother, and Becca. But he couldnât fail this time. Heâd keep Helena and Hughie safe, and alive.
Butcherâs phone was on silent, but the light from his phone on the nightstand illuminated the dark room and stole his attention. He grabbed it and frowned at the strange number on the caller ID. He took the phone into the bathroom and closed the door.
âHello?â he answered.
âI need to talk to Hughie. Where is he?â Annie asked.
âOh, Starlight. How delightful,â he muttered. And then he lied.âHeâs just popped out for a bit.â
âOkay, well heâs not answering his phone.â
âBit hard to keep a phone when youâre teleporting all day, innit, love? How can I help?â
âTemp V is going to kill you both,â she said.
âWell, itâs gonna have to join the queue,â he quipped.
âI was just in the lab. It causes lesions, okay? It turns your brain into fucking Swiss cheese!â she shouted. âSo please be honest with me, and tell me how many doses have you taken?â
Butcher hesitated at that. His stomach began to churn.
âJust a couple,â he replied. Or a few.
âJesus Christ,â she said. âButcher, five to six doses kills you. Got that? You need to tell Hughie.â
Butcher hesitated. âYeahâŠyeah, I will. I promise.â
âOkay, but Iâm calling every five minutes untilââ
He hung up on her. All the while, his mind was reeling.
Fuck, he thought. Fatal after five doses. Heâd already had three. Hughieâd had two.
And they needed more, if they were going to face Homelander and Black Noir.
âScorched earthâ was going to come at a price. Butcher had known that going into this, but it suddenly took on new meaning as he opened the bathroom door and looked over at Helena, peacefully sleeping in bed.Â
Butcher thought of Ryan, and all of his broken promises.
But come the morning, Butcher didnât tell anyone of what heâd learned.
AN: Oooh, we're getting so close to the end here, folks!
Next Time:
âWhy are you being so fucking stubborn?â Butcher asked.
Her head tilted as she gave a wry smile. âWhat do you mean?â
His grip on her waist tightened a little.
âWhyâre you staying with me?â he pressed. âHel, you know where this ends.â
âBilly, I donât have a death wish,â she told him. She squeezed his arms back. âBut I donât just want you alive for me. Ryan needs you too.â
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sunny days
thank you @mothymunson for this idea!! i luv it <3
warnings/tags: kyle garrick x gn reader, meet-cute, light flirting
it's a sunny, warm day in london and everyone is making the most of it. the park is roaming with families, couples and people alone, soaking up the sun for as long as they can. and currently, kyle is one of them. he's gotten a month off, finally able to get back to his quaint little flat in central london.
he's out for a light run, top off and tucked into his black short shorts, abs on show as his sweat glistens in the sun. he has his earphones in, listening to one of his many spotify playlists as he takes in the beautiful scenery.
currently, he's running through the dog park and smiling at the sight of all the happy dogs panting and running around. he's unaware of the fact that it's an area for dogs to be off the lead, but not for long. one minute he's upright, the next he's being knocked over by a huge german shepherd.
a tennis ball had hit his shoulder before he went down, and he realised the dog was just playing fetch and he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. as he goes down, a loud groan leaves him, the weight of the fully grown dog landing on his chest and winding him.
the dog ignores the tennis ball to instead lap at his face and drool over him, wagging it's tail at a rapid pace. that's when he hears an angelic voice, shouting out a name he assumes belongs to the dog.
"apollo!" you call out loudly, the well trained dog instantly perking up and following the sound of your voice, coming to your feet as you pet his head. you look over to the man on the ground who has sat up, your face blushing pink in embarrassment. "i am so so sorry, i didn't mean to hit you at all. god i can't imagine having his entire weight coming at you." you chuckle nervously, "are you okay?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip.
kyle takes in your beauty as the sun shines down on you, how your skin glows in the light. you're beautiful, he thinks to himself. "it's okay," he laughs breathlessly, leaning over to pick up the tennis ball. he chucks it back to apollo who jumps up and catches it perfectly. "i'm alright, didn't see him coming until it was too late." he admits, standing up.
your eyes follow his body as he stands, gulping at how gorgeous he is and just how well built his body is. "are you sure? please, i feel so bad. can i buy you something to apologise?" you ask, gazing up at him and he smiles at this.
"actually, yeah. can i take you on a date?" he asks cheekily, a grin on his face and you blush darker at his ask. "a date?" you ask to clarify and he nods. who are you to say no to him? he's very attractive and he wants to take you out, also you owe him.
"su-sure, uhm yeah i'd like that." you stutter out, apollo watching the two of you while chewing on his tennis ball. "great, let me give you my number then yeah? i'll send you a message soon." kyle smiles, stepping towards you and you fumble to grab your phone to pass to him.
he makes quick work of creating a contact with his number, sending a quick text from your phone to his to make sure it works before he's handing it back to you. "see you soon then love." he smiles, his smile almost brighter than the sun.
and then he's off, jogging away from you as you watch. perhaps he wasn't in the wrong place at the wrong time then.
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Round 1 | Poll 4
~ Note: This poll is being done out of a genuine love and affection for these types of characters! Please keep that in mind when adding commentary.
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Ryuji:
~ Likes to talk loudly in public spaces about the illegal things he and his friends are doing.
~ Heâs a little shit - he is super talkative, very obnoxious, has dumb catchphrases and never thinks before he acts. He is weirdly unpopular in the jpn fanbase and is constantly beaten up in canon and fanon, but heâs pretty well loved in the western fandom!
~ Heâs a little slow on the uptick and has a tendency to talk first think later. Heâs also a lot less aware of his surroundings, once accidentally outing himself as a Phantom Thief to someone (yes she ended up being a good guy and joined them but still). Heâs also a part of a fairly annoying plot point when one member of the team goes missing thanks partially due to his actions, though the fandom has mostly forgiven him for that.
Tamaki:
~ Omfggg where to begin Tamaki thinks hes the main character of a romance anime and like true but he also really annoying. And makes puppy dog eyes every time he wants something. The host club mostly ignore him when hes talking about how beautiful he is even though hes the club president
~ Pretty much all the main characters admit to finding him annoying because he can be silly and overly dramatic.
~ He is completely oblivious to everything going on around him and he is rich and doesn't understand anything about regular life
~ Dear god EVERYTHING about this man is Blond and Annoying. I love him <3
~ Literally the entire show and everyone in the cast thinks hes annoying af [ included a youtube link that i unfortunately had to omit because this won't show up in the tags otherwise </3 ]
~ Tamaki is the most insufferable motherfucker in the world. Heâs homophobic. He thinks heâs hot shit. Heâs stupid. He talks too much. He sulks endlessly when upset. He has no boundaries at all. His only skills are piano and flirting. He insists that the gnc female lead should be more feminine frequently (for a very long time anyway, he stops eventually). Said leadâs first impression of him was âobnoxious.â For these reasons be brings me joy.
~ "It's not everyday God creates a perfect person like moi, beautiful both inside and out." Loves romance but can't recognize his own feelings as romantic. He thinks of his emotions towards Haruhi as "fatherly love" and therefore refers to himself as her "daddy".
~ cmon this is the Ouran website. tamaki sweep. he is Exhausting god bless
~ overdramatic stupid self-obsessed rich boy (affectionate)
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