#he told him to like i get that in his head it was only a fight and he didn't actually expect him to leave maybe but that is definitely how
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f1lovr · 3 days ago
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SILLY SUPERSTITIONS | LN4
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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
summary: the one where she doesn't believe in superstitions or otherwise known as he can't get into the car without his pre-race kiss
warnings: none!
Y/N didn't believe in superstitions, rather she thought they were stupid, lando on the other hand, he was a firm believer.
it had started as a joke between you both.
"kiss in exchange for a podium?" you had told him in a teasing manner, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before the race.
"guess we'll figure that out soon enough," he had said in response, a smirk dawning his face as you could feel the confidence coming from him.
he finished in second that race, he had insisted it was your kiss and from there he refused to get into the car until he got a kiss from you, saying he wouldn't do well or he couldn't drive without it, as if it would make him a better driver.
that led to here, minutes away from lando having to get into the car, you nowhere in sight.
the mechanics and engineers were rushing around him, last minute checks on the car, making sure everything was good before the race. the cheer of the fans from the stands as they wait for the impending race.
but lando couldn't focus, not on the race ahead of him, not even on the sounds around him, because you weren't there and he needed you to be because he hadn't gotten his kiss yet.
lando's leg was bouncing up and down nervously as his head scanned the surrounding area looking for any sign of you. his mind being consumed with thoughts about where you could be, about the fact that he might have to go into today's race without you, without his good luck kiss.
his mutters to himself broke his silence, "where is she?"
jon, his trainer, who was next to him turned and looked at him with furrowed brows as he heard the muttering coming from the driver, "who?"
lando's head turned to jon, a look being shot at his trainer as if his answer was obvious, "Y/N, i need her here but i don't know where she is."
jon smirked at lando's answer, "ah, so you mean you need your lucky charm?"
lando didn't deny jon's comment, his eyes only rolling in response, "she should be here by now, she's never this late," he mutters nervously.
jon's eyes fall to the watch at his wrist checking the time, "you've got three minutes mate."
he had three minutes. three minutes to somehow find you in the chaos that is the race or he'd have to go get in the car and race without the one thing that kept him from botching it turn one.
he was about to get up and leave when his ears perked up at a voice, not just a voice, but your voice.
"looking for me pretty boy?"
he could have gotten whiplash with how fast he had turned his head, watching as you walk up to, nothing but a casual nature in your step as if you didn't know the chaos you had caused with your absence.
"baby where the hell have you been?" he all but demanded.
"easy tiger, i got stuck, security guards and journalists kept harping on me. all of them acting like i was infiltrating the FIA instead of just trying to get to my boyfriend," you giggle with a grin, his reaction to your disappearance amusing.
lando didn't care, he could care less about why you weren't here actually, it was all just excuses to him. but you were here now and that was all that mattered to him as his hand grabbed your wrist pulling you close to him, the glances that were being thrown his way being ignored.
"i almost had to go into the race without you," he mutters, a tone so low that only you were able to pick it up.
"you wouldn't have let that happen," your hands coming to his shoulders as you smirk.
lando huffed as his lips twitched, the smile he was trying to hold back failing to stay hidden, "you have never been more right about something love."
next thing you know he was pulling you into a kiss, the kiss being soft and gentle but still firm. he didn't rush his kiss, taking the reassurance it provided as he let himself calm down from the storm of not having you.
he pulled away with a grin on his face, "now i won't crash turn one," he said with a chuckle.
your head shook as you laughed, "whatever makes you sleep at night pretty boy," you giggle out.
your moment was broken by the call of lando's engineer, letting lando know it was time to get in the car.
you watched as he let go of your hand with a sigh after giving it one last parting squeeze, reluctantly stepping back from you as he moved to climb into his car.
you were leaned against the garage watching as he settled. you could tell he was focused, he was ready, and you would never let him live it down if he got on the podium, reminding him over and over that it was your kiss that got him there.
did you actually believe that? no, definitely not, but if it meant more pre-race kisses and it helped him, then you'd remind him over and over.
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inkedinshadows · 3 days ago
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Brooding, Cuddly Shadowsinger
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Pairing: Azriel x f!reader
A/N: thank you @pey2618 for this one! It was such a cute idea and I love it! I'm always down bad for soft Az. Note: i just finished writing it (it's 11pm here) after a full day of classes, so forgive me if there are mistakes or typos
Prompts: "You're not so scary after all, are you?" + "You're my new pillow now." + reader and az are out somewhere and he is all broody and scares ppl away but when they are home he is as sweet as a marshmallow
Warnings: none! Just fluff
Word count: 824
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The party was going well. For you, at least.
When your friend had told you that you could bring Azriel along, you said you would ask, fully believing he'd decline. Instead, he'd agreed to come with you as soon as you mentioned it.
You were sure he was now regretting that decision.
When you were beside him, everything was fine. His hand was on your knee if you were sitting on the couch, on your back when you stood. But whenever you left his side—to get a drink, to dance, to talk with the other guests—it was like a bubble enveloped him. He became quiet, his brows knitted together, and he looked at people as if they might suddenly turn out to be an enemy he needed to fight. Even his shadows were restless, swirling around his shoulders and wings like a dark tempest, calming only when you joined him again and yet never disappearing completely. The all-black clothes definitely didn't help his case.
You couldn't blame people for avoiding him. And when you passed by two girls on your way back from the toilet, you couldn't help but chuckle as you caught a snippet of their conversation.
“I don't really know how she does it.”
“Well, he's very handsome.”
“Yes, but he's terrifying. Just look at him!”
“Yeah, he kinda is…”
You walked up to Azriel, a smile already on your lips. “You're scaring people off.”
His face softened as soon as he saw you, and he shifted to a more relaxed stance, his shadows settling down. But at your words, he frowned. “I'm not doing anything.”
You crossed your arms and looked him up and down. “You're standing here, just brooding.”
Azriel's gaze swept around the room. Some guests quickly looked away from him.
“Why would that scare people?” he asked when his eyes settled on you again.
“Because you're the big, infamous Shadowsinger?” you replied with a teasing smirk. “The High Lord's Spymaster?”
Azriel rolled his eyes, but his lips curled up at the corners. Before he could say anything, you playfully patted his arm.
“Try not to scare too many people, okay?” you quipped. “I'll be right back.”
His expression fell, and for just a moment, he reminded you of a lost puppy. “Why? Where are you going?”
“To say goodbye to everyone.” You were already stepping away, people parting to let you through after a quick glance at Azriel. “I'm taking you home.”
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Not even an hour later, you were back in your room, ready for the night.
Azriel was already in bed. As soon as you slipped under the covers, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer. He rested his head on your chest, right on the soft swell of your breasts, his eyes closed as he let out a content sigh.
You laughed softly. “Are you comfy enough?”
He hummed. “Yes. You're my new pillow now.”
You laughed again, shifting just enough to find a comfortable position without disturbing him. Your fingers tangled in his dark curls, while the other hand came to rest on the nape of his neck.
Azriel melted in your arms as every ounce of lingering tension from the day left his body. His shadows vanished, and his wings splayed out above the sheets, covering you like a second blanket. You swore he purred like a cat when you began gently massaging his scalp.
There he was—the big, infamous Shadowsinger who had terrified everyone at the party just hours earlier.
“You're not so scary after all, are you?” you murmured. “Those people just didn't know you like I do.”
He nuzzled into your chest, his voice already groggy as he mumbled, “No one knows me like you do, love.”
You smiled and kissed the top of his head. “That's right. Just me.”
With another soft sigh, Azriel settled against you. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his long eyelashes tickling you every time his eyes fluttered.
The party had drained him, despite the fact that he hadn't danced or interacted that much. But being around so many people could be overwhelming for him, especially when in an environment so different from what he was used to. Yet he had still come with you.
“Why did you come to the party?” you asked quietly.
Azriel’s arms tightened around you. “Wanted to be with you,” he mumbled, the words blurring together.
He was adorable. Utterly, sickeningly adorable.
“Go to sleep,” you murmured. “I love you.”
You felt his small smile against your skin as he whispered, “Love you too…”
You continued stroking his hair, holding him close to your heart, right where he belonged.
To others, he might be scary. Terrifying, even. The Shadowsinger, the Spymaster, the one no one truly knew.
But to you, he was this—a sweet, cuddly male who needed the comfort of his mate's embrace.
To you, he was just Az.
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svgarseason · 1 day ago
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𖹭 cw: fluff, suggestive, mdni
You really threw a wrench in mean bf sukuna's plans when you totally forgot about Valentine's day. You told him from the start that you didn't care about stuff like that, but he thought you were just playing the Cool Girl™. Realistically, all girls care about that shit. It's ingrained in their fluffy, pink, little brains, right? You're going to be mad as hell when he tricks you into believing he's completely ignored your first Valentine's day together.
That works just fine for mean bf sukuna, who just so happens to think you're super hot when you're mad. So, he ignores you all day while he shops. He smirks to himself as he thinks about how you must be scowling at your phone screen, waiting for a text that never comes. He outright laughs when he imagines the shock on your face when you see what he has planned for you. Maybe you'll do that thing where you bang your fists on his chest while he pulls your body against his. Maybe your eyes will be shiny with tears when you look up at him and say, "I thought you forgot!"
Turns out he's the one scowling at the screen when the whole day passes without a peep from you until you text him "picking me up?" Just before your shift ends.
"Yeah, I guess," he grumbles as he types it out. What kind of passive aggressive, feminine sorcery is this anyway?
His scowl only deepens as he listens to you chatter on about your busy day the whole ride home. You don't seem angry at all. In fact, you plop down next to him on the couch, as usual, practically sitting on top of him as you giggle at the TV and dig into your dinner. You don't even notice that he hasn't touched his own food. He's actually getting pissed in a serious way. And he looks it, even more so than usual, you notice. You fucking finally notice. "What's your problem?" You ask around a mouthful of your favorite takeout.
"Tch, nothing," he says, crossing his arms and looking away. Is he... is he really pouting?
"If you say so," you shrug. You know better than to press him too much, unless you want him angrier and even less prone to discussion. "I'm gonna get changed," you say as you stand to head towards the bedroom.
"No!" He says, just a little too loud.
"Why not?" You ask narrowing your eyes at him over your shoulder.
He would have physically stopped you, but you're a little too small and a little too quick not to slip through his grasping fingers.
"What's all this?" You ask, standing in your bedroom doorway staring at the array of pink and red bags, flowers, your favorite candies and snacks.
mean bf sukuna winces at the sight of the veritable mountain of gifts he had spent the day heaping on the linens. He may have gotten a little carried away, but he kept thinking of things. That bag you pointed out at the mall. And the necklace. And the sunglasses. Then he remembered you said you wanted to go to that concert, so he got tucked the tickets into your card. Then he thought you'd want to wear those shoes you pointed out.
"Oh, my god," you say in a small voice. "It's Valentine's day. I totally forgot."
You turn to him, but the apology that was on your lips dies in a fit of laughter when you see his face is as red as the gift wrap.
"You'll pay for that, brat," he growls as he tosses you right on top of the pile, fully intent on getting his money's worth out of you.
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badhee · 2 days ago
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𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀 ! ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
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your boyfriend Heeseung convinces you to make a sextape with him, ultimately ending up with you getting wrecked on camera.
pairing: bf!heeseung x gf!reader genre/tags: pwp (plot is barely there), smut, piv, unprotected sex, dom!heeseung/sub!reader, manhandling, daddy kink?, there is absolutely nothing holy about this fic… read at your own risk that’s all i’m gonna say tbh words: 3.0k
[ note. ] — if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize this lol, my other blog is jj-one if you wanna check it out. i’m simply reposting all my fics and adapting them for other fandoms i’m currently into !
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Heeseung checks himself out in the mirror one last time, threading his fingers through his thick, silky hair before hitting the record button to start filming.
He had the camera set up on a tripod placed in front of the bed, flashing you a soft smile. You couldn’t stop ogling his divine features, he looked so damn good. His messy brown hair swept the sides of his face and was only in a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers. He just looks like pure heaven, unable to keep yourself contained as you sneak glances at his nicely toned body. You can literally stare at his beautiful sculpted abs all day, he was the true definition of perfection.
‘How’d I get so lucky to have the hottest boyfriend alive?’ You often thought to yourself.
“M’kay, ready babe?” Heeseung asks reassuringly, he knows you’re excited to do this just as much as he is.
You nod your head “mhm, was born ready!” He chuckles at your cuteness, pressing the little red ‘record’ button on his camera.
Once the camera begins rolling Heeseung wastes no time to spring into action, turning towards you to cup your face in his large hands. He kisses you hungrily, causing you to moan ever so slightly into him, without breaking the kiss you both land onto the bed— he’s hovering over your frame providing light touches to your thigh. You were enjoying every minute of this so far, never getting enough of the sweet taste of him. Pulling away for a second, he grabs ahold of your neck, keeping you in place while his free hand roam all over your upper body. He presses wet kisses to your jaw and chin, then comes back up to kiss your pretty lips once again, making the kiss grow sloppier and heavier. A string of Heeseung’s saliva forms when he momentarily detaches hisself from your lips, smiling down at you. It was more of a devilish smile though, a smile that looks like he was going to snatch the soul out of your body. You two play around on the bed for a bit, passionately kissing and enjoying each other’s presence.
“Come here baby,” Heeseung says, instructing you to get on top of him now, positioning himself behind one of the fluffy pillows on the bed. You do exactly as you’re told and get on his lap to straddle him, he grabs your face with his left hand to kiss you some more while rubbing your ass, harshly slapping it in the process. You wore the tiniest pink micro skirt with bows on the side, it was a mesh material and super see through. Heeseung loved the outfit you were wearing since it was a tiny two-piece crop top and skirt, adoring the curves and shape of your body in the least bit of clothing possible. Slowly lifting up your skirt now, he licks his lips when looking down at your bare pussy, teasing your entrance with his fingers. You quietly gasp as he rubs your soaked folds in an up and down, slow motion, making you subconsciously twitch from sensitivity.
“My god.. you’re so fucking wet babygirl,” Heeseung groaned as he slid two fingers inside, “look how much you’re dripping already babe.” he whispers, staring in awe at his fingers disappearing into your sweet cunt. The room’s filled with only sounds of your wetness, combined with the soft moans you utter, all the juices dripping down your legs and his thumb brushing over your clit was having you see stars.
“You hear that? That’s what good pussy’s supposed to sound like,” Heeseung brags while looking over at the camera, he’s taking this very serious, as if you’re going to end up posting this on PornHub or something. You loved it though and you can tell how into this he is, which only makes you want to do a better job at pleasing him. You moaned louder for him as his fingers go deeper into you, reaching those spots that you never could. Rolling your eyes back as he fingers you harder, he was soaked in your juices, obsessed with the view behold him. You match the movements of his pace, grinding against his digits whilst he reaches a certain spongy spot— feeling so close to cumming already.
Then he abruptly took his fingers out of your dripping cunt, denying you of your orgasm. You whined loudly, clenching again just to feel something, wanting more of him filling you up at this very moment. You childishly pout and beg for more, but he just shushes you and flashes a smirk at your whininess. “Don’t worry sweet pea, m’gonna give you exactly what you need..” Heeseung rasps, still staring down at your cute pussy, but this time spreading your lips apart. He ran his finger down to your clit once again to gently rub in circles, making it even more puffy and swollen. Basking in all your beauty as you threw your head back from the intense pleasure.
“Wanna taste you,” Heeseung’s voice almost sounds desperate, not wanting to waste another second. “Come sit on my face babydoll,” he motions for you to temporarily get off of him, lying down on the bed, requesting that you still keep your skirt on. Placing yourself onto him and comfortably sit on his face, his mouth attaches to your pussy quicker than you can form a thought, already ferociously sucking on your clit. His hands went straight to your ass, slapping each cheek every chance he could, forming blatant red hand prints on your butt.
Heeseung was eating you out like his life was depending on it, uncontrollably moaning his name over and over again. You were in a frenzy as you grind on his face, grabbing the top of his head as if he was able to even go anywhere, his face was quite literally glued to your pussy. Heeseung kept at it for what felt like hours, your juices leaking all over his face without a care in the world. Then all of a sudden you felt this weird sensation, something you’ve never experienced before. It was the same slimy sensation that was all too familiar, but just in a different hole instead. Heeseung was licking your ass, his tongue kept flicking it at first, but now he’s fully immersed into it. He’s never done this to you before but it felt so amazing, it felt just as good as him eating you out but had a distinctly different feel to it.
“You like it baby?” He asks when pulling his tongue away, replacing it with his fingers. His fingers go so deep in your little hole making you squeal out loud.
“Mmm… yes daddy, I do!” A string of moans escape you, sounding so pretty that it’s like music to Heeseung’s ears. Smirking up at you while his digits continue going in and out of your ass, planting a quick kiss to your pussy.
“Fuck, I love you so much my love,” even during moments like these, Heeseung still reminded you how much he adores you, going back to licking your sensitive clit while still fingering your ass. You were in utopia, lost in the magical feeling of his tongue and fingers doing wonders on you. Heeseung could totally be a pornstar if he wanted to, he had the looks, the skill, and stamina.
“I love you so much hee..” you mewl, closing your eyes from how intense all of this was. You can feel your release coming any minute and you only got louder for him, grabbing the strands of his hair, gripping it with everything you had. You were riding his face like a rodeo and he was more than here for it, his tongue never letting up on your clit. When he dragged a long stripe across your heat, that was all it took for you to cum all over his face. Slowing down your pace as you finally chase your high, smothering Heeseung with your creamy, juicy pussy.
“Goddamn babe, you made such a mess.” Heeseung grunts out when releasing you from his grasp, his face completely drenched with your juices. You come down from being on top and lower yourself to kiss his wet lips, getting a taste of you on his tongue.
Heeseung tells you to get up and stand directly in front of the camera, you immediately follow his orders. He makes his way over to you, ordering you again to get on your knees in a stern tone. Situating yourself down onto the floor, you pull his boxers down and his cock springs out freely from it’s barriers. Making steady eye contact with the camera while grabbing his thick, lengthy cock, the tip was so red and puffy, precum leaking out to make you even more hungry for him. You wasted zero time in filling your mouth with Heeseung’s cock, it felt so warm against your tongue, loving the prominent veins that would show when he was extra hard. You start taking in his length and getting a good rhythm going, bobbing your head up and down. Heeseung winces at the sensation, taking a fistful of your hair and slamming the entirety of his cock into your mouth. His length hits the back of your throat, coming into contact with your uvula, causing you to make a sudden gagging noise. The drool peeking out from the corners of your mouth becoming more apparent as he fucks your pretty mouth.
“You have the best lips for giving head babe,” Heeseung coos while sighing out and throwing his head back, “your mouth is so fucking good to me…” He couldn’t stop praising you, you were like an angel to him. An innocent angel that was only a freak for him. Heeseung starts to get a little rougher with you, forcefully pushing his cock even further down your throat, causing you to choke for real this time.
“Yeah just like that baby, choke on it,” he strokes your hair out the way to get a better look at you. He thrives off taking control of you, see how far he can push you, he knows you can handle it though, he does it out of pure love. “Like being stuffed with a mouthful of my cock, hm?”
“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, look at you,” Heeseung continues degrading you, “sucking my dick on camera like the filthy whore you are.”
You keep on sucking his cock as you look him in the eyes, the words he’s saying right now is all you need to hear for you to become even more of a dripping mess. Your wetness is only growing and it’s starting to spill onto the floor, oh how embarrassing…
Heeseung’s cock was buried deep inside your mouth, managing to fit all of him without gagging anymore. He’s trained you so well over the years it doesn’t take much warming up for all of him to settle in perfectly, it’s like it was made specifically for you. You stay like this for a while, feeling his fat cock throbbing in your mouth as you gaze up at his gorgeous face through your lashes, appreciating how much you admire him. You’d honestly do anything to make him happy. After awhile, you release him from your mouth and go straight to his balls, sucking them up like a vacuum. Heeseung moans out so violently that you think the neighbors could probably hear that one, your eyes grew wide as you didn’t expect him to be so vocal from that. Seeing the biggest smile etched on your boyfriend’s face.
“Shit.. you’re so good at that baby,” he compliments you again, holding the back of your head for dear life. You could suck him off for hours without ever getting tired of it.
He pulls you away from him, telling you to get back on the bed and to bend over with your ass facing up. You do so without hesitation and begin arching, ready for him to do whatever he wants. He proceeds to spread your pussy lips again, as if earlier wasn’t enough already, he dips his tongue back into your soaking wet heat. Your mouth goes agape, barely able to make a sound, only letting out a small moan as he continues, spitting a little on your slit and rubbing it in. He eats you out again while you look back at the camera, whimpering when he squeezes your left ass cheek and gives it a harsh slap. You whimper from all the stimulation, body vibrating as he chuckles at how adorable you are.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Heeseung is so obsessed with you, but it’s a mutual obsession amongst each other. He took a short break away from your wetness, “you don’t know what you do to me y/n.”
All you could do in that moment was moan like crazy, he was making you feel astronomically good. He licked a couple more languid stripes across your slit and gave it a little slap once he was done. Lifting his head up, he’s finally going to do what he’s been waiting for this entire time. He rubs your ass with one hand while stroking his cock for a little bit with the other, bringing the tip to the entrance of your slit and teasing your hole. His dick slipping in between your wet folds is driving you insane, making you want to just slide it in already.
“C’mon hee, fuck me alreadyyy.” You were practically begging for him to stuff you at this point, wiggling your ass against him, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by him and only him.
“Alright babe damn, always so eager for me,” he groans as he starts pushing his cock inside of you now.
A broken moan escapes from your lips as you’re feeling him slowly opening you up, your tightness already adjusting to his girth. He began fucking you from behind at a rough pace, giving you exactly what you needed the most. Heeseung grabs your neck once again and brings your back towards his chest, saying all types of dirty, sinful things in your ear while he relentlessly fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you making you go delirious. Practically shoving his hard length into you, you couldn’t help but scream out in pure ecstasy. His cock felt like the best thing on earth and the more he slammed into you the more you didn’t want it to ever be over.
He was so big you could feel his cock in your stomach, all your insides were being rearranged by him. Your ass was jiggling on his cock so nicely, giving him an absolutely stunning view. Firmly settling your face back into the pillows again, while looking down at your ass he grabs your waist firmly with one hand, the other being on your right butt cheek which was severely bruised from him spanking you earlier. You were so beyond soaking wet that the only noises filling up the room were the gushy sounds of your wetness and the ceaseless thrusts of Heeseung’s cock going deeper in you than ever before.
“Just wanna fill up your tight pussy with all my cum…” Heeseung coos, sounding so pussydrunk from all the pleasure he’s feeling right now. “Show me how desperately you want my cum inside you,” he keeps going, urging you to give him more of a reaction, probably since you’re both on camera.
“Mmm… yes daddy, need you to fill me up and make your cumslut pleasee,” you beg for him to continue fucking you, bouncing back on his cock and making him growl. You wanted him to feel like he was on top of the world, like you were a drug and the only cure for his addiction was your pussy. He keeps thrusting into you erratically, his strokes getting messier and sloppier as he soon reaches his climax.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuckk—“ Heeseung belts out a string of curses as he fucks your tight cunt, “m’gonna fucking cum babe… so close..” he grips onto your waist tighter, indefinitely picking up his pace as he starts to see flashes of white invade his vision. He was fucking into you so hard and fast that you couldn’t think or speak coherently anymore, just saying random words and babbling the entire time.
“Hee I love you, I love you so much..” was all you were able to say, to which he replies with “I love you more” and continues fucking you from behind like the rent is due. Your eyes were permanently at the back of your head as you were absorbed in the utmost pleasure. Heeseung’s hand reaches over to rub your clit as he proceeds to hit all the right spots inside you, his cock felt so good, everything just feels otherworldly to you right now.
“Ah! Cumming babe, gonna cum—“ Heeseung lets out the deepest groan as he shoots his load inside your warmth, “Oh my god, fuck yes…” he felt like he was on cloud nine, thrusting into you with slowed movements while coating your walls with his thick hot cum. You contract around him, soon reaching your climax right after him, both of your releases mixing together inside of you.
Once he pulls out, your bodies intertwined with one another again, forgetting all about the camera that was still rolling. You aggressively kiss him, tongues mingling together as if you’re trying to swallow each other’s existence. You took a glance at the camera, checking the time on the screen to see that it’s been going on for almost an hour and thirty minutes now… Heeseung pulls away, noticing you looking at the camera, leaving for a quick second to finally turn it off. He faces back in your direction and presents you with the warmest smile, looking down at your thighs and eyeing the creamy mess that’s dripped down between your legs.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up, huh darling?” Heeseung cutely offers, gently kissing your cheek. His big boba ball eyes were staring right into your soul with nothing but admiration and love for you. The duality of his actions were almost surreal, he just fucked you like the devil reincarnated but then acts like the sweetest angel once it’s all over. You’ve always adored that special quality about your boyfriend.
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slapmeshigaraki · 2 days ago
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౨ৎ "Are you scared, sweetheart?" ౨ৎ
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♡ warnings: meanie!sylus x reader, spit, gunplay, daddy, condescension, improper evol use lmao, actually pretty tame ngl the dirty talk is kinda gross though, sylus is out of character in this in case that bothers you
♡ a/n: okay i lied and said i wasn't posting this until later in the week, but i finished editing it early so... idk happy valentine's day i guess. another old fic that i just edited. enjoy pretties !!
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♡ Sylus doesn't ask you for much other than to leave him alone for a few hours on Sundays so he can clean his gun collection, but after a few interruptions too many, he decides that you can stick around just this once. Afterall, maybe you can help? ♡
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“What is it?” he said after letting out a deep sigh, not bothering to look up at you through the lenses of his glasses. They sat loosely against the bridge of his nose as he looked down at his lap, softly polishing one of his most prized possessions: a gun. You weren’t sure whose death he’d pictured on the other end of it, but he treated it like the last bite of dessert, savoring it, keeping it hidden away for a special occasion. No one could touch it, look at it, breathe on it, except him. When Luke and Kieran gave you your first tour of the house, they wouldn’t even walk you down the hallway of the safe, scared that ‘Boss would smell your scents when he returned.’ It wasn’t until months later when he’d decided that your firearm wasn’t up to par any longer that he’d invited you in to 'shop' for a new one. That’s when you saw it, hung up on the wall in a glass case so high that only he could reach. It was wrapped in a fine silk fabric, a pristine black cherry gun whose make or model was so far beyond your pay grade that you’d never heard of it before.
Every Sunday he disappears into the safe for hours before dinner. He was not to be disturbed. It was the only thing that he was really particular about, but he needed it just to clear his head—some solace after a long week. So, the fact that you were interrupting him for the third time with a knock on the door was grating, to say the least.
“Nothing I just-“
“Is something on fire, darling?”
“No, Sylus.”
“Has someone managed to break into the house?”
“No.”
“Has Mephisto spontaneously combusted, leaving a feather lodged into one of your eyes?”
“No.”
“So, you can clearly see that I’m busy? Then I’ll ask again, what is it that you need?” His eyes still wouldn’t meet yours, eyebrows furrowing as he spoke, his tone strained.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted rice or mashed potatoes for dinner, but since you’re so caught up in tending to an inanimate object, I’ll decide for you.” He was snippier than usual, the darkening of his voice making it obvious he was not in the mood for witty banter.
“Be careful there, sweetheart. I’d hate for that pretty mouth to get you into trouble.”
“Or what? Will you get trigger happy and let that precious gun go off? No, of course not because we must keep it clean for a hypothetical threat that doesn’t fucking exist.”
“Kneel.” It wasn’t a question or a suggestion. It was a command, an order barked at an underling.
“Go fuck yourself,” You said, venom in your voice as you made a move back towards the door, hand clenched around the golden handle.
“If you make me get up to come catch you sweetheart, you’ll be sorry.” His eyes met yours for the first time, a fiery crimson illuminating your line of vision. His gaze was dark, challenging you to disobey him. When Sylus told someone to do something, they did it and you were no exception. You might bite back once in a while, but he always knew that you’d do what he told you to at the end of the day.
So, you kneeled, perhaps too slowly because it wasn’t before long that your knees were forced to buckle beneath you, Sylus making good use of his evol to bind your ankles together. The cool marble tile flooring chilled your flesh as your heartbeat ran wild, your mouth getting wetter with each second, practically drooling as if you were waiting to sink your teeth into your favorite meal. In the same breath, your hands were bound as well, moved behind your back against your will and stuck together like glue.
“Go on, crawl to me.” There was amusement staining his expression, a sinister smirk plastered across his face.
“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Can’t you get to me? A big strong girl like you with such a dirty mouth, surely you can move just a few feet on your own.” You relaxed your legs, letting your knees spread apart to rest them.
“I can’t…” You mumbled under your breath, unable to meet his glare any longer.
“Speak up, pet. You were so loud a few moments ago. Speak to me with that same tough voice now that you can't run away from me.” His slender fingers kept moving, cleaning the trophy with such grace. It was rhythmic, methodical, and calculated. It made you wet just to watch him, reminding you of how easily those same fingers could make you fall apart in his arms.
“I can’t move.”
“You can’t move?” he whined, pouting, mocking you without remorse.
“Well, I want you kneeling in front of me. So how do you suggest you get over here, sweetie?”
“Sylus…” You pled, which was slightly better than flat out begging.
“Tsk tsk, where are our manners?” The same red mist that bound your wrists and ankles now curled around your throat, not hesitating to squeeze abruptly, threatening to rob you of all of your air altogether.
“Please sir, help me.” Without letting another second pass, you were pulled into the air and inched over to him by the mist, roughly thrown back to the ground before him. His legs were spread in his seated position, gun resting on one, the other resting between your thighs.
“Thank you,” You said, hanging your head to avoid meeting his eyes.
“Aw, so polite. See what happens when you ask nicely? See how sweet I can be when you aren't a fucking brat?” With that, his foot adjusted, the tip of his perfectly polished leather shoe gently pressed against your core. You struggled not to writhe against him, desperately needing some form of friction to soothe the ache between your legs.
“Look at me, darling.” You did. The fervent desire in your eyes obvious, bottom lip bloody from biting it so hard, restraining yourself from any more unnecessary commentary.
“You look so needy like this, my foot pressed against your cunt, pouting underneath me. You look like you want to ask me for something? What is it, baby? Do you need something from your daddy, hm?” A whine fell from between your lips against your control as you tensed your legs, begging them not to move without permission.
“Please can I- can you fuck me please?”
“Can I fuck you? Do you think that I should dirty myself--” the hold on your neck tightened once more, “by fucking someone so pathetic that they’re getting off at the thought of grinding on my leg? Someone who can’t go a few hours without my attention shouldn’t get my cock inside of them. Someone like that shouldn’t get to feel my cum filling them up and spilling out of their tight little holes. They shouldn’t get to feel daddy’s tongue cleaning them up, kissing and sucking every inch on their pretty little pussy, should they?” You couldn’t get yourself to say no, but you knew yes wasn’t what he wanted to hear, so you stayed quiet. The cool sensation of metal burned your skin in an instant, tilting your jaw up, forcing your vision toward to ceiling, your eyes getting lost in the gold detailing of the mural above. Silence filled the space between you two, the only sound to be heard was the quickening of your heartbeat and the flip of the gun’s safety that was pressed against your flesh. A lump grew in your throat at the noise. You could feel the sole of his shoe pressing into you even more, gently moving back and forth as you bit your lip again.
“Let me hear you, baby. Tell daddy how good it feels, go on.”
“Th- Thank you daddy. That feels so good.”
“Say ‘thank you daddy for making my cunnie feel good.” You whined at the request, embarrassment causing tears to prick and sting at the corners of your eyes.
“You don’t want to use your words? How ungrateful.” It wasn’t long before the coolness against your jaw was gone. You dropped your gaze to look at him once again. The man before you was starved, his face void any sign of amusement. You wondered if this is what his prey felt when he looked at them, a lamb waiting to be eaten by the lion, forced to let him play with his food before he could be thoroughly satiated. He put the barrel of the gun against your lips now, his thumb languidly dancing on the trigger.
“Open up for me. Let me see that pretty tongue.” You hesitantly stuck your tongue out, the spit that had been building up in your mouth finally free to drip onto the metal as he pushed the barrel against the back of your throat. Your eyes widened at the sensation, the realization that his prized possession was being soiled by your drool far too humiliating. The tears flowed freely now. Your cheeks grew damp as you cried out against the obstruction in your mouth.
“Aw sweetheart, are you crying? Do you want to push your hips against me? Will that make your cunnie feel better?” You nodded, sniffling softly as you shifted uncomfortably, the realization that you couldn’t move at all finally catching up with you.
“Go ahead, hump my leg. You have permission. Make yourself feel good for daddy.” You tried to do as he asked, moving your hips slowly back and forth, the ache only growing in between your legs, but all you could think about was how dirty that gun was getting your mouth. Sobs fell from your lips now. His face contorted slightly at your cries.
“M-s-sorry daddy,” You struggled out, words muffled by the metal. He slowly pulled the gun out of your mouth,
“Are you scared, sweetheart? Is that why you’re dirtying this pretty face with tears, hm?” You felt his skin for the first time against yours, his free hand gently caressing your cheek, thumb making small circles on your flesh.
“No I just… I hate that I’m getting your gun dirty. I know how much you care about it. I’m sorry I just can’t stop drooling on it.” His fingers softly pressed under your eyes, catching the tears.
“Your spit is the sweetest thing I could use to clean this gun. It’s just an inanimate object, huh?" he said, being sure to use your choice of words exactly.
"Don’t cry pretty girl.” As he spoke, your wrists and ankles fell freely, the stress on your throat lifting as the red mist fell away.
“Come up here,” he said, fingers beckoning for you to stand and sit in his lap, your back pressed against his warm and muscular chest. Hooking his arm under your knee, he spread your legs apart, resting your ankle over the arm of the chair. His fingers wasted no time finding their way beneath your skirt, softly pulling the satin fabric of your panties to the side as he slipped a finger inside of you without warning.
“Oh my god,” You moaned out desperately as he hummed in amusement.
“I’m jealous. Your god is getting all of the praise, but I’m the one that's making this pussy leak all over my fingers. That doesn’t seem very fair now, does it?”
“Fuck, daddy thank you.” His pace quickened, every inch of his long and slender fingers making you gasp and writhe beneath his touch as you bucked against his palm.
“You are very welcome sweet girl. Next time you want daddy’s attention, you can just ask and we can skip all the theatrics, hm?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Aw, ‘yes, daddy. Thank you, daddy.'” Such pretty words from such a dirty mouth. The same mouth that stained my gun, isn’t that right?” he said. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, your wetness forming a spot on the fine fabric of his pants as you felt his cock growing beneath you. It only made you squirm more at the thought of its thickness filling you up after being empty throughout this whole ordeal.
“Relax for me.” This was the only warning you got before you felt that same cool metal slide between your folds, the ridges of the firearm serving as a new source of friction to grind on before Sylus slid his finger out of your walls, replacing it with the tip of the gun against your entrance. He felt you tense up immediately in his grasp.
“No no no,” he said, thumb gently caressing your inner thigh, his touch burning you with ease.
“Relax baby. Let daddy’s pussy open up for him, hm? I just want that sweet little hole’s juices to cleanse my gun thoroughly.” Your mouth hung open, moans escaping as he spoke. Your head rested against his shoulder, hair messily rubbing against his shirt. He pressed his soft lips against your forehead.
“That’s it, puppy. Gooood fucking girl, you're taking it so well for me, huh sweetheart?” his fingers found your clit once more, melting away any tension. Slowly, the tip of the gun pushed its way between your tender walls, your flesh clenching around it tightly, making it hard for him to slide it in and out of you.
“That’s a greedy pussy, isn’t it— holding onto anything that it can, my fingers, my cock, my tongue, my gun. She just wants to be filled, hm? She just loves daddy so much that anything he puts inside, she doesn’t want to let go of?”
“Y-yes daddy, she loves you. Please please please keep touching her.” So, he did. Slowly but surely, he pushed the metal in and out, salivating as he watched the way your flesh gripped on to the tip before he’d shove it back inside.
“Fuck--you wanna cum for me? Gonna make a big mess all over daddy’s gun, sweetheart? How fucking filthy,” You nodded as Sylus’s rough hands gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. Without warning, his spit filled your open mouth, slowly dripping from between your lips, coating your chest.
“Don’t swallow it. Keep my spit in your mouth when you cum for me. Stick your tongue out and cum all over me like a good little puppy,” He sped up even more now, the tip of the gun pushing against that spot inside of you that made your body heat up like white lightning that was trapped in a bottle and begging to be let out. He hit that spot over and over again, making your head fuzzy as he held your gaze captive with his scarlet eyes.
“Daddy—fuck—please, I don’t think I can take it.” You panicked, your hand desperately reaching for his wrist, hoping for some freedom from the incessant pleasure only for the mist to trap you once again, binding your hands up above your head and around Sylus’s neck, pressing your bodies even closer together.
“Shit—you’re so wet, you’re making a puddle in my lap. Are you gonna squirt around my gun, baby?” He said, emphasizing his point with a sharp push of the metal against you g-spot.
“No I- I can’t. It’s too embarrassing please don’t make me.”
“Come on, listen to your daddy and let go all over me. Squirt, cum, cry, I don’t care, but I’m gonna pull it all out of you either way. So, give it to me, it’s mine. I worked so hard for it,” he said, fingers finding their way into your open mouth, but you didn’t dare close your lips around them, just letting the spit drip down onto yourself and he bullied your pussy over and over again until you just couldn’t take it anymore. Tears streamed from your eyes once more as you let go. Your wetness spilled all over his lap, pulling guttural screams from your throat that were muffled by his hands.
“Good girl, that’s it. Come on, let go for daddy, baby. Poor baby, so pent up. It must feel so good to let go now, huh?” Streams of ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’ echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls as you squirmed against his grasp. He pressed his full lips to your face again as he pulled his finger and his firearm from your holes slowly. You watched him with tired eyes, as you were covered in your own wetness. The gun dripped with your juices, but he wasted no time putting the metal to his own mouth this time, flattening his tongue against the barrel of the gun and licking it clean.
“You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, sweetheart. Maybe you should let you help me clean my guns more often.” Dazed, and far too exhausted to protest, you closed your eyes, resting your head against him once again, your hands finally free. He pressed small kisses against your sweaty face, gently brushing any hair from your skin before you spoke up again.
“T-thank you, Sylus.”
“The pleasure is all mine, pretty girl.”
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FIRE BREATHING—wait, haven't i seen this before ?! - the dragon's route ☆ !
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synopsis : big red horns, sharp fangs, fiery breath and a blazing temper—meet your new mate katsuki !! and.. the big ass whole in your wall ?!
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you were hoping to start your day off like usual, but apparently it seemed the universe just didn't want it that way.
based on the something that had just blasted through the wall of your dorm room.
despite almost jumping to your ceiling, you're still in a daze. which is why when you managed to catch a mop of blond through your misty eyes—despite the big ass red horns and massive wings towering behind its back, the first word you uttered was a sleepy—
"kahsuki...?"
after which, you promptly fall back asleep.
when you wake up again. you jump to the ceiling again, but for a couple of different reasons.
you've definitely overslept and were no doubt going to have to rush to class.
your boyfriend was mostly likely already on his way to your dorm room and would definitely not be happy to have to wait for you.
it feels pretty chilly all of a sudden, you realise— only to then realise there was a damn hole in your fucking wall.
hole in the wall. something blasted through your wall. something was still in your room when you fell back asleep. you fell back asleep.
how the hell did you fall back asleep ??!!!!
"i was wondering when you'd awaken, you sleep like a log." the deep rumble of the something's voice startles you. you look to your right, only to see...
"katsuki ?"
except it wasn't...quite him. big red horns had sprouted along the sides of his head, his bored slanted eyes seemed just a bit sharper, just a bit redder. you could catch the glint of a little red earring, and you absolutely couldn't miss the mountains of jewellery he had dangling around his neck. nor the tribal looking tattoos (when'd he get those done ?) on his arms and his very exposed chest.
he hums, choosing to ignore your words to continue staring at you. "i'll ignore you using my name so casually, 'cus your face isn't..." he trails off, reaching a large hand out to smush your cheeks together "...too bad to look at." he settles.
you're absolutely, completely, positively, stumped.
"what are you talking about ?" you paw at his wrist to get him to release you. he doesn't let go, but he does relent and soften his hold slightly.
"how'd you get in my room ? and wha'd ya do to m'wall ?" you ask sleepily, bleary eyes squinting at your boyfriend's bored face.
"you called for me. so here i am." he answered simply. simple as that and it looked like he had absolutely no intention of elaborating. you, still being very sleepy, decide to say the only other thing on your mind.
"i didn't know you liked cosplaying..."
katsuki tilts his head, everything on him dangles "what the hell are you on about ? prattling on like that...you humans say some strange things."
you turn to look at the giant hole in your wall, really look at it.
you point towards the sun shining in your face, reminding you it was very much time to wake up "wha—ka'suki, my wall—"
"i'll fix it later." your boyfriend groans. "but why ?"
"i just told you—"
"but i didn't—"
knock, knock !!
you both perk up as a rather loud series of bangs rattle your door. oh god, katsuki was here and you still hadn't gotten dressed!! you can already hear him complaining—
wait but—
you turn to look at katsuki with the horns. he's let go off your face by now and his eyes are fixed on the door like he's ready to pounce.
you jump, leap up from your bed. grab a fistful of your handle and swing it open and—
"katsuki ?"
"the hell are doin' ? class starts in like, twenty minutes ! i swear, this is the last fuckin' time i'm coming to pick your ass up..."
he rambles and mumbles and you know he's lying cus this is the second time this week he's said this exact same phrase. but you feel like you've just been hit dead on by a sound grenade.
wait but—
"the fuck happened here ?!" katsuki's eyes immediately flit to your decimated wall, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry, and then his eyes flit past you to katsuki (?) already on his feet still in front of your bed. . . .
"AND WHO THE FUCK IS THAT??!!"
"MORE LIKE WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ?!" katsuki barks. and you cannot believe it when your boyfriend starts bickering with...himself.
god, you wish you could go back to sleep.
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"...can anybody tell me what's happening here ?"
"that's what i'd like to know !" you're boyfriend exclaimed from the your left, foot tapping impatiently on the floor, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed "sensei, you better deal with this weirdo 'fore i do it !" he warned.
"as if ! don't make me laugh, like a weakling like you could lay a finger on me." your boyfriend, the one on your right and with the— oh yeah —the horns and a tail—growled. arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, legs spread out laying back like he was demanding dominance in the room, occasionally glaring at the other teachers walking in and out the lounge.
you have a margin of about .2 seconds, a singular eye twitch from your boyfriend before they're both shooting up from their seats, foreheads almost knocking against each other " HAH ?! you trynna talk shit wearin' my face, you faker ?! i'll roast you alive !" your (original ? is that what you should call it ?) boyfriend's already rolling up his sleeves, hands popping in warning.
the dragon barks out a loud laugh "try it if you want, i"ll rip you apart 'till there's nothin' left of ya !" he growls, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
all you can manage is a sigh while they bicker, missing how the both of them shoot you a brief look. until your homeroom teacher sends chills through all three of your spines, sending you a harsh glare and a singular rackle of his throat sends every ounce of killing intent in the room flying, overpowered by the dead eye of the man before you. you didn't sign up to have your fight of flight instincts kick in this early in the morning !
neither of them sit back down, but they do rip they gazes away from each other to look at the bigger threat in the room, occasionally sending each other nasty side eyes.
mr. aizawa rubs at his temples and lets out a very, very tired sigh, pushing his hair back "now...can anyone tell me what is happening ?" he starts up again, he sighs when no one seems to have an answer for him. the black haired man points to your boyfriend with the horns "you, answer quickly—what's your name ?"
the horned boy grumbles, but lowly growls out an answer "bakugou katsuki, better not forget it.." you hear your boyfriend let out a quiet scoff on your other side. aizawa sensei ignore it, quickly whipping a finger towards him.
"you. has anything happened to you recently ? have you had any strange interactions lately ?"
katsuki racks his brain, thinking for a moment before he grunts "mm, i guess...was out to get groceries last weekend and this weirdo bumped into me. started apologising like crazy too, somethin' about how 'the after effects shouldn't be too bad' or whatever."
"that's suspicious as hell !!" you gawk "why didn't you say anything when it happened ?!" you exclaim.
"i don't fucking know, thought he was just a crackhead or something ! how was i supposed to know this was gonna happen ?!" katsuki shoots back, pointing over to his doppelgänger. mr aizawa nods to himself, mildly intrigued.
"okay, so we've narrowed down our cause...the problem is what we do now." you bite your lip in thought. your boyfriend finally takes his seat back next to you and the beast stiffens, immediately shooting back down next to you as well and even scooting his chair closer to yours. getting an unimpressed eye-roll from your boyfriend, before he sneakily tries to do the same.
"ain't it obvious ? all we gotta do is send this bastard back where he came from." you turn to look up at the beast katsuki's shoulder pressed to yours. honestly as unbelievable as it was in this situation you couldn't help but be reminded of those cheesy otome games you used to like when you were younger. or those random 12 episode anime you'd watch where the main boys would fight for the girls love—except this was your boyfriend ! and if the room wasn't so tense this would kinda be a dream come true—but you needed to focus !
"uhm, well...katsuki..?" and both of them immediately turn to you, it almost makes you jump—snap out of it. "..how do we send you back ?" katsuki stares at you then sends you an amused huff.
"wouldn't know," he shrugs. and then he's already so close but leans in closer and if you hadn't backed up in time your noses would've bumped. "pretty bold of you to try and send me away after you called me, sweets. but you're not getting rid of me that easy."
your skin heats up despite your best efforts "i—keep telling you i didn't call you ! i don't even know how i would do that !"
he's so in your space, leaning in ever closer despite you trying to keep your distance and he talks to you lowly "if you're worried about these morons hearing you, rest assured i'll clear this place out in no time. no different from any old dungeon in here." he boasts proudly, you can practically taste your ticking time bomb of a boyfriend about to basically implode from next to you.
quickly, you place your hand on top of his leg basically by instinct. his leg stops bouncing but he still sounds anything but pleased, he practically burns behind you as he grumbles under his breath. you feel bad for your homeroom teacher who can only watch and sigh.
"anyway. we'll wait and see what happens after a while. l/n, this bakugou seems pretty attached to you so i'll grant you and excused absence to watch over him until we get this sorted out." the older man explained. your katsuki immediately straightens up.
"oh, fuck no ! i'm not letting' her stay with this creep ?!"
"i know it might not be ideal, but you can't exactly take him to class." your teacher sweatdrops. the blonde can't exactly disagree and he curses under his breath. you take this chance to reassure him, rubbing his leg soothingly.
"i'll be all good, katsuki. you don't need to worry." you smile
your boyfriend searches your face for any signs of distress, sends his clone one look then immediately looks back at you with hardened eyes " i'll stay with you then."
your teacher cuts you off before you can respond "i don't remember allowing you to cut class, bakugou." you both stiffen at his tone. you feel a bit bad when you see how conflicted he looks between being a secret goodie two shoes and wanting to watch over you.
"hey," you assured, "i'll be fine. besides, it's still you so it shouldn't be all bad." you tease. and even though he still looks a bit worried, katsuki resigns and sighs lowly saying "if he does anything to you i'll fucking kill 'im." you pat his shoulder in agreement and katsuki sets out to go to class (not before sending horned katsuki a very deadly glare you're sure would've killed anyone else if it wasn't to designated to...himself.)
your attention is brought back to your teacher who is also starting to make his way to class, grabbing his sleeping bag and complaining about being 'too tired for this...'
"well i'll leave you to it. l/n, if you need anything let me know." and though he stays deadpanned, the tone of his voice is warm and you know he means it, you nod, he sighs, then leaves you alone with katsuki...number two ?
you could make the best out of this, you had to until you could figure something out. "well, let's try to get along then, yeah ?" you smiled, reaching a hand out to shake his. katsuki scowls down at your hand like it was nasty before grabbing it and pulling you up with him until your pressed right against his chest, you can see the identical faded scar under his eye better now, your heart hammers hard against your chest. or was it his ? you can't tell the difference.
he presses his nose to yours "i won't accept you treating me like your comerade. you're mine, i'm yours, and you will treat me as such." he commands. he leans forward and bites your cheek softly "understand ?"
all you can manage is a dumb nod. katsuki seems happy with himself, and smirks. he squeezes your hand then tells you to lead the way. you nod robotically, and while you walk back trying to avoid crowded hallways, you remember.
"ah ! hey, about my wall..!"
"tch, i got it. told you i'd fix it didn't i ?"
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as promised, katsuki had fixed your wall, somehow. you won't question it.
aside from that, it was just you and your literal other worldly boyfriend now.
currently, you've been allowed to skip class. seeing as it would be quite the hassle to bring what looked like a barbarian bakugou into class. he had already caused enough trouble in the teacher's lounge and your homeroom teacher had determined that if he worked like any other bakugou, he'd be manageable with you around.
your katsuki, your boyfriend katsuki, had used any free time he could find to check up on you through text, openly very opposed to leaving you alone with his clone (although the other katsuki insisted that your boyfriend was his clone.) but you managed to reassure him. and you'd really, really like to avoid another death match like the one from this morning.
so, it was currently just you and him.
"so what do you wanna eat, you must be hungry right ? we've still got left over pancake mix in here if you'd like !" you call from where your head is hidden inside the cupboard.
you're a little bit happy that you're able to properly have breakfast considering you did sleep in. you turn to see dragon katsuki (he insisted on the fact that he was in fact a dragon and not a demon.) still carefully scanning the common room with his eyes. looking around for anything off like a hunter as he slowly makes his way over to you.
"you don't have to be scared, y'know ? it's just us here." you manage to tease, you think you're only able to mess with him because he is your boyfriend...in a way. he huffs loudly, chest puffing out while he continues to scan the area "don't insult me, m'not afraid of nuffin'." he boasts.
yup, definitely your katsuki...
"alright, tough guy.." you hum. picking up all your ingredients to begin making your breakfast peacefully without kaminari around to try to catch a lick of the batter or a bite of your pancakes. dragon katsuki finally gets curious enough seeing you prancing around the stove and makes his way over to you, looming over your shoulder, he runs very warm and you will yourself to ignore it.
"want some ? " you ask, still whipping your batter around, adding some extra milk to make it extra fluffy.
"what is it ?" he asks, scrunching his nose up. he leans closer to your shoulder to sniff at the mix.
"pancakes—well, not yet, but it will be." you explain. "they're good." you reassure and he grunts. which with your katsuki, was usually meant as an agreement.
you freeze up for a moment when you feel him lay his head on your shoulder, before promptly continuing. is this still weird even if it's your boyfriend's clone ? other version from another dimension ?
"so...what brings you here ?" you spoke awkwardly. katsuki's breath hits the side of your neck when he turns to look up at you.
"i've told you a million times already." he almost whines.
"and i keep asking because you make no sense ! i didn't call for you, i would've just...used my phone if i wanted you over !" you spluttered.
"that flimsy piece of plastic is as useless as the rest of your human technology. that has nothing to do with it." he presses his hand to your heart and speaks lowly when he continues "this called for me, right here." you feel your heart hammer, no doubt he feels it too because a soft little smirk forms on his face. "so, i came." a bigger smirks builds on his face when he looks up at you "you should be grateful really, i don't give my time to just anyone."
you scoff, he banters exactly like your boyfriend too. "oh, i feel so honoured that you destroyed my wall." you deadpan.
he rolls his eyes with a whinge "but i fixed it, no ?"
"there was no need for you to destroy it in the first place ! talk about a first impression." you huff.
"you're mine, no need for first impressions if i already know you were made for me." katsuki grumbles.
your heart skips despite itself, you try to remain poised "yours, huh ?"
"you are, and you seem to like the sound of that, too." he smirks.
"do not !" you deny.
"your heartbeat has picked up again—oh, and again just now—" you shrug your shoulder to try and nudge him off, embarrassed. but all it does is make him laugh and wrap his arms around you. you try to ignore the fact he is very shirtless behind you. you pour your batter onto your skillet.
"it did not, you liar."
"ya forget my hearing is superior to yours, sweets. i hear every little sound you make. can't hide shit from me."
"la, la la—damn, this is sizzling so hard i just cannot make out a single thing you're saying !" you say dramatically loud. you feel katsuki shake his head and he leans up to nip at your ear like he knows it'll make you squeal.
yup, that's your boyfriend alright...
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the dragon boy has destroyed about ten pancakes and two glasses of juice before he calls it quits. he's a bit of a messy eater, but you don't mind much. (that is one difference you've managed to find between him and your boyfriend.)
you're sitting across from him and now that you've calmed down you take your time to look at his features. you really look at him.
"what's your name ?" you ask. he raises a brow at your sudden question, gulping down a last bite of fluffy pancake.
"you know my name." he answers simply.
"just—c'mon !" you whine, he rolls his eyes but relents anyway.
"bakugou, katsuki."
" okay..." you continue warily " how old are you ?"
"eighteen."
built like that ?! although your boyfriend's always had a pretty...impressive body—you quickly shake these thoughts away. okay, same age as your boyfriend.
"favorite food ?"
"don't care s'long as it's spicy."
"what's your favourite colour ?"
"fuckin'—who cares ?" he grumbles.
holy shit, this was your katsuki.
"i just don't get it, you're both so much alike !" you marveled, stretching out across the island table, dragon katsuki makes a displeased face at your words but doesn't comment, licking his fingers.
"you look so much like katsuki, too—well, my katsuki, other than the horns.." you look down behind the high chair he's sitting at, his now missing tail. he'd told you he could tuck it away, somehow. things could not get any weirder than this, you're sure. "...and the tail."
katsuki pops a maple syrup covered finger out of his mouth to stare at you. "i am your katsuki. and if you're talking about the usurper you shouldn't worry, i'll have dealt with 'im soon." he spits out, scowling down at his plate. then he looks around the room. "where is he, anyway ?"
you sweatdrop "you don't need to worry about him right now, yeah ? it's just us two here." and you fail to notice the way his eyes zero on you at your words "and please don't do anything to him, i'd rather not have my boyfriend try and kill...himself ?" you wonder, running a hand across your forehead. too focused to realise the dragon boy had made is way over to you.
you squeak when you feel a hard head of hair knock against the side of your skull, nudging at you like a cat. and instinctively, you turn around to meet eyes identical with the one's you love so much. his eyes are sharp and fiery red as they fix onto yours.
"you're too focused on that guy...stop thinkin' about him so much when your mate's right in front of you, dammit..." he mutters, cheeks slowly turning pink and the hard base of his horns dig against your scalp. your heart thrums faster inside your chest. this katsuki was so different and yet so similar to the one you were used to. it simply felt like you got to see another side to the boy you loved.
"don't start getting jealous of yourself now, suki." you tease. you put a bit more of your weight against him and he pushes back with a low growl, closing his eyes and nudging against your head and neck. you could've sworn you just heard a sort of purr sound coming from him ?
"that sham is everything except me, quit insulting me." he shoots, you can feel his jaw tighten from where he's nestled in your shoulder and it's literally instinctive how your hand reaches up to pet his hair and—oh, there it is again, that rumble that comes all the way from his chest that you feeling radiating through your bones. he seems very happy.
you snort at his words and decide to mess with him "my sincerest apologies, is there anything i can do to make you forgive me ?"
but then he's leaning up to look at you and the atmosphere is tense, so tense. you're tempted to hold your breath. he looks at you intensely, studying your next move like you were actual prey.
"i mean..." he starts quietly "there is something you could do..."
oh, oh it's coming. you know that look.
god, he really is your katsuki. you quickly squeeze your eyes shut and wait, but what you expect doesn't come. you peek at him when you feel his forehead connect to yours again. he speaks, still just as quiet but just as intensely.
"promise me. promise me you'll be mine. forever." he orders, breathing getting just a bit heavier, or maybe that was yours—had it always been this hot ?
"y-yeah, yeah of course i am..." and he leans in to lick at your cheek, gnawing at it like a dog.
you giggle "yes, i promise !" he seems happy with your answer, a softer smile forms on his face as he looks at you like you're treasure.
"right, i'll hold ya to it then."
and the instant you blink—he's gone.
you're left alone to think about what the hell just happened, left with the extra dishes you'd made for your mysterious guest.
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about a few hours later, your boyfriend—the non dragon one—practically charges into your room, almost destroying your door in the process. you'd heard him stomping down the hallway so you weren't too phased.
"where is he ?! where is that fucking overgrown, horned, lizard fucker at ?!" katsuki charges in like a bull—hands popping and ready for action, he's looks like he's sweating a bit too and you wonder if he ran here.
"he's already gone, suki." you giggle, putting your phone down to properly look at him "he left a few hours beforehand. i guess there's a sort of time limit to this quirk, huh ? but then i wonder why it acts so late.." you think to yourself out loud. you've just noticed that your boyfriend has been way too quiet when you suddenly feel your bed dip and his big hands drop down onto your cheeks to turn you around as he sees fit, ignoring your squeals of protest.
"what happened while i was gone ? did he do anything—did he touch you ?!" your boyfriend rambles. you grab his wrists with both hands and smile with puffed out cheeks.
"welax, an' lemme go ! m'okay !" your muffled voice squeals out, your laughter makes your boyfriend shake his head with a huff, releasing you softly although he doesn't let you go fully yet, leaning down a bit more to get to look at you better, both of his knees dig into your matress where you're laying between him.
"honestly, he wasn't a big deal. we just had some food and chatted a bit. he was nice, real sweetheart." you explained, your boyfriend's face scrunched up more and more as you do. you snort and reach up to pinch he's cheeks "don't make that face, you'll get wrinkles, handsome."
katsuki shoo's your hands off, scoffing but feeling himself blush at your petname. he takes his turn to grip your wrists.
"shut up, don't talk about that weirdo like that. bastard was a damn shape shifter an' your treating him like the love of your life 'r something..." he groused, you giggle.
"well..." you tease. katsuki immediately cuts you off with a sharp "don't." his eyes squinted and sharp but he rubs so softly at your wrists and blushes even harder. when he backs off of you, he flops back on your bed with a harsh sigh, he's still holding onto one of your wrists.
you play with a short strand of his hair in your reach, twirling it around your finger with a silly smile "it was kinda cool, though. it was so freaky how alike you guys were." katsuki's nose pulls up at your ceiling while you speak "he was just as much of a brat as you were, it was cute."
your boyfriend looks at you incredulously, squeezing your wrist in reprimand "you're such a weirdo. don't go sympathizing with a clone."
"actually, i think he might be from an alternate dimension."
"durr, actually, durr—" katsuki mocks you with a nasally voice "doesn't matter and no one cares—clone's a clone. and i'm better."
"oh, yeah. totally." you joked, chuckling when he looks at you skeptically. then, he flips over to lay on top of you with his full weight "oof ! fuh—katsuki !" you wheeze out. your boyfriend only makes himself more comfortable, letting out an exaggerated sigh into your neck like he hadn't heard you.
"well, anyway...i'm glad things have gone back to normal. as much as i do love you, i think one katsuki is more than enough for everyone." you manage, reflexively carding your finger through his hair, to which a happy noise rumbles out from his chest, almost like the dragon boy you'd talked to just a few hours ago.
you think having two katsuki would be too much for your heart to handle, as irritating as he is.
"got that right." your boyfriend said groggily, letting out a small yawn into your warming skin. " i'm the only katsuki you need anyway."
you don't know if he misunderstood you on purpose, but you feel him smirk against your shoulder when you burst out into laughter, and you think that's just fine.
"mhm, dragon or not, you can't out do the doer, hm ?" you tease.
"damn right." your boyfriend shoots back and you both share a laugh.
this day had been rather crazy, but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain about it. you're happy to find out even another version of katsuki was as annoyingly endearing as ever, and that you loved him just as much.
and most importantly, that everything was back to normal now.
and especially your wall.
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Summary: The brothers say something too harsh to MC so MC refuses to talk to them or interact with them. The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader Word Count: 8,242
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It wasn’t unusual for Lucifer to get snappy with others.
He was constantly overworked and over exhausted and his brothers liked to cause as much trouble for him as possible.
But, no matter how tired he was, Lucifer always did his best to keep his composure around you.
He had been working really hard on a specific project for Lord Diavolo recently and you could see how tired he was.
You made frequent trips to his study, bringing him his favorite drink and massaging his shoulders whenever you could to try to help.
But, now Lucifer was barely able to keep his eyes open anymore and you couldn’t stand to see him like this.
You carefully approached him and gently rubbed his arm, taking a seat next to him. He didn’t even look up from his papers.
“Lucifer, I think you should take a break,” you told him honestly.
“I don’t have time for that Y/N,” he replied, continuing to work.
“At least for a little bit? A break would do you some good,” you tried again, and he let out an irritated sigh.
“I already told you, I don’t have time for that,” he reiterated, more annoyed this time. 
But, you were really worried about him, so you didn’t want to give up so easily.
“Lucifer,” you began again and he slammed his hand down on his desk making you let out a small gasp.
“What I’m doing is important and I need to concentrate, so if you’re just going to keep pestering me then just leave because, at this point, all you are is a nuisance,” he stated coldly.
You looked at him for a moment, feeling the sting of his words but not knowing how to react. He didn’t even care enough to see that his words had hurt you.
“Fine,” you muttered before getting up and leaving his study.
 Lucifer was really in the thick of it with work so he didn’t even realize the words that he had said and how they must have hurt you until later.
He was still in his study and he sat back in his chair, rolling shoulders as he let out a small groan of pain. They were sore from spending so much time in the same position. Usually, you would try and massage them to help prevent them from getting to this point.
He then looked down at his teacup and noticed that it was completely empty and had been for a while. But, you always made sure to bring him his favorite drink so that he could continue to work.
That’s when Lucifer began thinking back to the last time he saw you enter his study and what happened the last time. 
He let out a deep sigh as he replayed the words he had said to you in his head. Surely, you knew that he didn’t mean them, right? He loved you and you had to know that.
He wanted nothing more than to go and apologize to you but he had to keep working. It was his responsibility.
Meanwhile, you avoided Lucifer’s study at all costs. You were just trying to help Lucifer and if he couldn’t see that then you didn’t have anything else to say to him.
Lucifer only lasted one day without seeing you when he started to grow concerned. He tried sending you a couple of text messages, not wanting to leave his study, but he was met with crickets and he couldn’t stand it any longer.
He had reached a point in the project where, perhaps, he could take a small break and he immediately went to your bedroom, knocking on your door.
There was no answer and while he was tempted to break it down to make sure you weren’t in there ignoring him, he kept his composure.
You had just come back from the kitchen, a drink in hand when you saw Lucifer standing in front of your bedroom door.
You stopped in your tracks as the two of you made eye contact and you took in his appearance.
He looked even more miserable than he did the last time you saw him.
Neither of you said anything for a few moments, just staring at each other.
After another moment, you spun on your heels, trying to retreat back to the kitchen.
Lucifer was in front of you in an instant, inches away from you and the close proximity itself was enough to start revitalizing him.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked, his deep voice wanting to make you swoon after not hearing it for an entire day. But, you stood your ground.
“Why shouldn’t I be? Since I’m just a nuisance to you and all,” you replied, your eyes filled with noticeable seriousness and hurt.
It took a lot to make Lucifer falter, but when you threw his words to you back at him, he nearly winced as if you slapped him.
He took a step closer to you before telling you, “You know that I don’t really think that.”
You let out a small sigh as you looked down to the ground and Lucifer realized that maybe he had really messed up this time. Maybe you really didn’t know how he truly felt about you. 
He gently raised your chin with one of his gloved hands so that you were looking at him before gently pressing his lips on yours in an intimate kiss.
When he pulled away, his eyes locked with you as he told you, “You could never be a nuisance to me, because I love you.”
And those were the words you were waiting to hear - the ones that always made you swoon even if you were mad at him.
“Please, come back and join me in my study,” he asked, his hand dropping down to interlace his fingers with yours.
Under his intense gaze, you couldn’t help but feel your resolve cracking as you allowed him to lead you to his study.
Once there, you told Lucifer, “You still have some making up to do.” Lucifer smirked slightly at your words before sitting down on his chair and pulling you into his lap.
You nearly spilled your drink at his actions and his smirk only grew. “I still have some work to do, but this way, I can pay attention to you as well,” he told you, one arm wrapping around you to keep you in place while the other continued to write on the document in front of him.
You opened your mouth to reply, but Lucifer continued to speak before you could, his lips inches from your ear as he told you, “Then, when I’m done with this, you can have my full attention.”
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Mammon had just completed a long photoshoot for a magazine that wanted him to be his model.
It was a lot of work, but the paycheck was worth it and he already knew what he wanted to do with it. Take you on a date!
Mammon was so excited to take you out that you couldn’t help but say yes.
He was always in a good mood whenever he came into money, no matter how that may be, but it was even better when he got to spend time with you because of it.
He had a whole plan to take you to a traveling carnival that was passing through the Devildom and the two of you left almost immediately.
The carnival was a lot bigger than you were expecting, filled with rides, food stalls, thrill acts and so much more.
You had been enjoying your time with Mammon there and it was one of the rare times that you got to see him drop his act and just be himself around you without the worry of one of his brothers being around.
He was even holding your hand the entire time, a small blush coating his cheeks as he tried to play the action off like it was no big deal.
After going on one of the more thrilling rides, the two of you decided to take a break and you sat down on a nearby bench as you watched one of the acts that was performing.
Your head rested against Mammon’s shoulder and this thumb traced circles on the back of your hand.
Suddenly, a random demon appeared sitting right next to Mammon and looking at the two of you. 
You raised your head to pay attention, confused as to what he wanted and the demon leaned in closer, talking in a quiet voice. Mammon was about to tell him to get lost when the demon spoke. 
“You’re Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, right?” the demon asked with hope in his eyes.
You and Mammon shared a look, questioning how this demon knew Mammon and that was all the confirmation he needed.
“I knew it!” he said with a smile before adding, “Please, sir, follow me and I’ll lead you to the undercover casino.”
Mammon’s eyes widened at his words. “Undercover casino?” Mammon asked. He didn’t know there would be one at this carnival.
“Yes, you’re one of our best patrons. If you come with me, we can treat you to the full service,” the demon replied and you could practically see Mammon’s eyes light up with gold.
“Mammon, I don’t think we should-,” you tried to say but you were cut off by him jumping up, a large smile on his face.
“Lead the way!” Mammon said and the demon lit up as he began showing the two of you the way.
“Mammon, I think this is a bad idea,” you told him and he gave your hand a small squeeze.
“Don’t worry! We’ll only stay for a few minutes,” he replied, and you let out a small sigh. It was never a few minutes.
And you were right, just like you knew you would be. The two of you were there for at least an hour as Mammon’s train of thought was completely taken over by his greed.
“I’m sorry, sir, but if you want to keep playing, you’ll have to put up more money,” the dealer stated and Mammon searched his wallet for more. Empty. 
“Y/N, loan me some money, will ya’?” Mammon asked and you could feel yourself start to get annoyed. 
“Mammon, you already lost all of the money you earned from that job. Let’s just call it a night,” you tried to reason with him, but his lips turned into a frown.
“C’mon, don’t be such a killjoy. I’m gonna win big this time, I know it!” Mammon tried to convince you, but you were done with the casino.
“Mammon, we should go home,” you stated more firmly.
“I spent the whole night doin’ what you wanted, so the least you could do is spend some time doin’ what I want!” Mammon argued.
His words cut you, but you tried to gain control of the situation. “Mammon-,” you tried once again but he cut you off with a loud groan of frustration.
“If I wanted someone to ruin my fun then I would have taken Lucifer,” Mammon stated before muttering, “Jeez, I don’t even know why I took ya’ out in the first place.”
Your heart dropped at his words as you felt tears sting your eyes, but you wouldn’t let him see them fall. Fine.
You searched through your things to find your money and handed it to Mammon who had a large smile on his face at the sight of it. “Bet as much as you want. I’m going home,” you stated before walking away and back to the House of Lamentation.
Just as you knew, once again, Mammon lost all of the money you had given him and now he had nothing left.
He looked around the casino for you and when he couldn’t find you, he started calling you and texting you. Did you really leave?
As the money-hungry fog started to lift from his mind, Mammon was able to start thinking clearly and he realized just how badly he had messed up. 
He continued to try to call you as he made his way back to the House of Lamentation, but you refused to answer his calls.
When he got to the house, he immediately went to your room and knocked on your bedroom door, but he was met with more silence.
He tried to get you to open the door the entire night but when he realized you weren’t going to, he sulked back to his room. How was he supposed to fix this if you wouldn’t talk to him?
Your silent treatment continued for the next few days. You wouldn’t talk to him at RAD and you would lock him out of your room before he had a chance to talk to you back at the House of Lamentation.
Mammon was growing more and more depressed about it too. He wasn’t sleeping, he was barely eating, and he felt like there was nothing he could do about it.
You had purposefully been only leaving your room at times when you thought Mammon would be out of the house or asleep.
It was too painful to see after the things he said to you when you were just trying to keep him from getting further into debt.
It was a little after midnight when you decided to go to the kitchen to get some food. You managed to make it to the fridge with no problem, but right as you grabbed the item you wanted, Mammon suddenly entered.
The two of you looked at each other in shock, neither one of you expecting the other to be there.
You wanted nothing more than to go back to your room, but he was blocking the exit.
“Uh…hi,” Mammon said, looking down at the ground. He was nervous and under any other circumstance, you would feel a little bad for him.
He didn’t say anything else, so you decided to try to push past him to get back to your room.
But as you passed him, Mammon gently grabbed your arm. “Wait,” he said, finally bringing himself to look at you and you paused to listen to what he had to say.
He was bad at speeches so he said the first thing that came to his mind. “I miss ya’.”
And his puppy dog eyes and those words that sounded so sad were enough to almost make you cave. Almost.
Mammon could tell it wasn’t enough so he continued to say, “I’m sorry about what I said. You’re the only one I want to go out with and I don’t know why ya’ even agreed to go out with me,” he told you honestly and you could see the heartbreak in his eyes, shattering the walls that you had put up.
You gently reached up and cupped his cheek with one of your hands and he immediately leaned into your touch. 
You pulled away after a moment and began walking to your room, leaving a very confused Mammon standing there.
You turned back to face him when you realized he wasn’t following you and you motioned towards your room before asking, “Are you coming?”
He got a big smile at your words and he nodded his head, letting you lead him to your room.
As soon as you shut the door, Mammon engulfed you in his arms, pulling you onto the bed and refusing to let go.
You let yourself melt in his embrace before telling him, “No more gambling on dates.”
He gently pressed his lips to yours before replying, “Promise.”
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There were a few things that Levi was uptight about and those things usually had something to do with either his anime, manga, or videogames.
Other than those things, Levi was usually pretty nonchalant. He didn’t care what others did or didn’t do and he didn’t complain if they didn’t spend time with him.
He just usually did his own thing and you admired him for that.
It didn’t take long for you and Levi to start hanging out, common interests bringing the two of you together.
And Levi soon found that he was going against all of his beliefs as a shut-in. He was starting to actually care about what others did. Well, about what one person did in particular.
Things that Levi used to love to do by himself didn’t seem as fun when you weren’t around, so he tried to invite you over as much as he possibly could.
You didn’t mind at all because Levi usually invited you to do something you liked doing anyway.
Levi never had someone that liked the same things he liked as much as you did, which is probably what added to his infatuation of spending time with you.
And it was like a secret that only the two of you shared, or a language that only the two of you knew how to speak.
Or, that’s how Levi thought of it until he caught you and Solomon talking at RAD.
You had mentioned one of your and Levi’s favorite games to Solomon and he had, surprisingly, known about it.
So the two of you started talking about all your favorite characters and mechanics of the game. 
In your defense, it was a completely innocent conversation between friends, but Levi didn’t see it that way.
What he saw is the way you smiled at Solomon as he spoke, in a way that Levi only wanted you to look at him.
And what he heard was the way you sweetly laughed at Solomon’s jokes, with a laugh that was supposed to be reserved for his ears.
And then, you invited Solomon to come over to the House of Lamentation and play the game with you and Levi.
His sin had taken over him faster than he could process what was happening and he stood in between you and Solomon in his demon form, a very unhappy look on his place.
“Levi? Are you okay?” you asked him, worried when you saw the form he was in.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you, sending a glance to Solomon.
“We were just talking,” you replied, confused as to what he was getting at.
“You invited him to play our game!” Levi snapped back and you and Solomon shared a look as you realized why he might be upset.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” you replied honestly. Solomon and Levi were friends and Solomon had come over lots of time to play games with Levi, so why should this time be any different?
But your words seemed to only set Levi off more as his insecurities got the better of him.
“Well, it might not seem like a big deal to you but it’s a big deal to me,” he replied and you could hear the hurt in his voice. The conversation was spiraling and you didn’t know how to stop it.
“Levi, I didn’t mean anything by that,” you tried to reason but he was too far in his head down.
“This is what I get I guess,” he stated and you looked at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned. 
“It means I never should have tried to be friends with some lame normie who doesn’t care about anyone but themselves,” Levi snapped back and this time it was your turn to be hurt.
“Let’s all calm down,” Solomon interjected, trying to de-escalate the situation and Levi’s demon form caught the attention of Lucifer. Levi knew furthering the fight would only get him involved, so he backed down.
“Whatever,” Levi muttered before walking away and Solomon turned to you. 
“Are you okay?” Solomon asked you and you replied with a short, “I’m fine.”
You went back to the House of Lamentation with the full intention of avoiding Levi and giving him the silent treatment, which was all too easy to do because he didn’t leave his room after the fight.
You were both getting more and more miserable as you spent time apart, but Levi was upset because he thought you liked Solomon and you were upset because of what he said to you so neither of you were ready to apologize.
After about a week of the two of you not speaking, it was starting to affect everyone else as well.
Solomon decided to do something about it since he was technically involved.
He came to Levi’s room, fully expecting Levi to not answer the door; but, he had.
Truth be told, Levi had only opened it in the hopes that you would be on the other side but he was largely disappointed when he saw Solomon standing there.
“What are you doing here?” Levi asked and Solomon gave him an innocent smile.
“I was hoping to talk to you for a moment,” Solomon replied. 
“About what?” Levi asked and Solomon’s expression turned to a serious one.
“About Y/N,” he replied and at the mention of your name, a blush rose to Levi’s cheeks.
“I don’t want to talk about them,” Levi replied, attempting to shut the door to his room but Solomon stopped him.
“Please, just listen,” Solomon said and Levi, having no choice, let him continue.
“The only reason that Y/N and I were talking about the game was because they were telling me how much they’ve been enjoying playing it with you,” Solomon told Levi. 
“So?” Levi asked and Solomon wanted to roll his eyes at the oblivious demon.
“They were telling me about how much they’ve been enjoying spending time with you,” Solomon tried to further clarify.
Something clicked in Levi’s mind this time and his cheeks burned a furious red as he understood what Solomon was trying to say. 
He quickly slammed the door on Solomon’s face to process the new information on his own and then he felt like a total idiot for snapping at you.
It only took him a few more minutes to show up at your door, nervously knocking on it. 
You opened it a few moments later and Levi saw his own miserableness reflected on you. 
“I…I know I messed everything up a-and you’ll probably never forgive me. But, I wanted to say I’m sorry and ask if you wanted to play some games,” Levi said practically in one breath before he could chicken out of it. 
He held your favorite game in his hands along with some snacks, hoping that you would let him in.
“Why would you want to spend time with a lame normie like me?” you asked and Levi winced at your words. He deserved that.
He let out a defeated sigh, casting his gaze down at the floor before telling you, “Because I don’t think you're lame. You’re the most amazing person I know. But, if you don’t want to play that’s fine, I’ll just leave you alone.”
His dejected look pulled at your heartstrings and you couldn’t help but stop him by gently grabbing his arms.
He looked back at you with hopeful eyes and you told him, “Maybe we can play for a little bit.”
Levi immediately rushed into your room, a bright smile on his face that was contagious as he set everything up.
This was only the beginning of his apology and he was going to make sure he made up for what he said.
And maybe, just maybe, along with an apology he could also confess his feelings for you.
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Out of all the demon brothers, Satan was the best at holding a grudge.
After all, he had been holding once against Lucifer for his entire life. 
Satan was a classy demon but he was equally stubborn and if he didn’t want to back down from a fight, there was no making him do so.
So, when the two of you got into a fight, you knew that it was going to be one with lasting consequences.
Satan had invited you on a day trip that involved a long train ride both to and from the destination. 
He didn’t want you to be bored so he offered to lend you one of his books.
Everything was going so perfectly and it was a very romantic outing filled with sweet nothings and intimate moments.
But, then the time to go back home came and that’s when it all started falling apart.
You were frantically trying to search your bag for the book that Satan had lent you while you waited for the train to arrive, but you couldn’t find it anywhere.
 Satan noticed your frantic movements beside him and he raised an eyebrow as he looked at you. 
“What are you looking for?” he asked you as you continued to search.
“Your book,” you replied, and the content expression that was on his face moments before dropped as he felt a flicker of anger inside of him.
“The book I let you borrow?” Satan asked as you closed your bag with a frustrated sigh.
“Yes. I’m sorry, Satan, I must have left it on the train when we got off it,” you told him, a contrite expression on your face. You felt awful.
“How could you be so careless?” Satan asked and you were taken aback by his words.
“I didn’t mean to,” you argued but Satan’s wrath was only growing further and once he went down this road, it was almost impossible to stop.
“That was one of my favorite books! I only let you borrow it as a gesture of kindness,” he stated.
“Satan, I told you I was sorry. I’ll buy you another copy when we get back,” you responded.
“It won’t be the same,” he snapped back, refusing to look at you now.
“I think you’re overreacting,” you replied and you knew those words were a mistake because if he wasn’t angry before, that definitely set him off.
The two of you engaged in a very heated exchange as others looked on and the only thing that stopped you was the arrival of the train.
You and Satan refused to talk to each other the whole way back and you sat in anger and embarrassment for causing such a big scene.
You immediately went to your separate rooms as soon as you got back to the House of Lamentation and you were left to wonder how such a simple thing could ruin not only the way back but the entire trip when the two of you had been so happy together moments before that.
Satan could admit to himself that he may have overreacted a bit, but admitting it to you was a completely different story. And, you believed that you already apologized so what else was there to say?
Which left the two of you at an impasse. You wouldn’t speak to each other or even look at each other despite the ache you had for each other.
The others had heard about what happened and tried to get the two of you to talk. After all, they all agreed that you were fighting over something trivial, but neither you nor Satan gave in.
It wasn’t until the two of you got stuck in a situation a couple of weeks later that he realized how stupid the argument was.
Satan was reading in the library at the House of Lamentation and you walked in to grab your own book, not expecting him to be there.
As soon as you saw him, you averted your gaze, focusing on finding the book you were looking for.
Satan kept occasionally glancing at you while you searched, but he didn’t say anything.
Finally, you found the book you were looking for, but it was in a stack of books on top of one of the bookshelves.
You were struggling to reach it and could use some help. Specifically from a demon who was already there.
Satan kept his eyes on his book, a smug smile threatening to form as he knew you needed help and would have to talk to him to ask him for it.
But, you refused to give him the satisfaction, so you tried to grasp it yourself, causing them all to tumble.
You let out a gasp of pain as they fell on top of you, one of the larger ones hitting you in the head and knocking you out.
Satan was on his feet the instant he saw what happened and he quickly approached you with worry in his eyes.
You had a small cut on your forehead that was bleeding and when he saw that you were knocked out, the guilt instantly flooded him. He should’ve just helped you.
He carried you to his bedroom and treated the small cut on your forehead before sitting next to you, watching you sleep.
He wouldn’t be able to rest until he knew for a fact that you were okay.
A little while later, you began to stir and when you fluttered your eyes open, you were met with concerned, green ones.
“How are you feeling?” he asked you immediately and you slowly began to remember what happened. 
“My head hurts,” you admitted and he nodded his head, handing you some pain medicine.
You took it gratefully and as it fell silent, you realized Satan had just talked to you.
Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him again. He must have known what you were thinking because he let out a small sigh before climbing into the bed with you and pulling you into him.
You moved your head back just a bit so that you could look at him.
“I’m sorry for overreacting and for calling you careless,” he told you as he lovingly looked into your eyes, gently brushing some of your hair out of your face before leaving his fingers tangled in it.
“I’m sorry for losing your book,” you replied, savoring every moment of the touch you had craved.
“I can always get another copy,” he reassured you, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead before telling you, “You’re what I’m afraid of losing more than anything. I can’t ever get another copy of you and I wouldn’t want it.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before replying, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Satan smiled at you before pulling you onto his chest so that he could hold you.  
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Asmo was quick and witty when he wanted to be.
His greatest fighting tactic was his words and everyone knew that.
He could be mean to those who deserved it - but you would never deserve it.
You would never be on the opposite end of Asmo’s repartee because he simply loved you too much.
So, when Asmo said something to you that had crossed the line, he didn’t even realize it until after he said the words.
You had been having a particularly rough day and you sought Asmo out for some comfort.
He immediately suggested that the two of you have a spa day. It was the perfect way to relax!
Of course, Asmo was already fully prepared for a last-minute spa day.
He told you to just sit back and relax while he got everything ready. He knew that you would need extra pampering that day so he wanted to give you the full treatment.
And Asmo was the best at pampering you - but because of the rough day you had, you were on edge.
While doing different things, Asmo would make small comments about how you could improve certain aspects of your hair and skin routine.
Things like - your hair feels a little dry, you should try using a better conditioner. Or, your skin’s starting to look wrinkly, you need to start a better skincare routine.
To him, these comments were all coming from a place of love. He was just trying to give you advice since he had tried almost every beauty product known to the world.
But with you already being frustrated, the comments started to sound more like nagging; and, they began making you feel a bit self-conscious.
Wanting to avoid an argument, you suggested stopping the spa for now, but when Asmo kept pressing you for the reason, you snapped slightly. 
The small argument quickly blew up into a bigger one and Asmo resorted to using his quick wit as a defense mechanism.
By the end of it, you had both said things you didn’t mean and you had left his room quickly, seeking solidarity in your own.
Asmo was the biggest attention seeker in the entire house, so he doesn’t take being ignored or avoided by anyone very well.
But he especially doesn’t take it well when it’s coming from you - the person he loves the most.
The day after the two of you fought, he expected you to be mad, but he had already prepared an apology for that.
The thing about Asmo is that he’s not afraid to apologize for something he did if he feels like he was in the wrong, unlike some of the other brothers.
Besides, the sooner he apologized, the sooner the two of you could make up. And that was his favorite part of any argument.
But, with you not speaking to him and avoiding him at all costs, how was he supposed to apologize?
Asmo only lasted one day of you ignoring him before he was at your door, tears in his eyes begging you to talk to him.
He was very dramatic with his begging, but with how dramatic Asmo usually was, it was par for the course.
If you let him in, he’ll immediately hug you, his arms wrapping around you tightly while he rests his head in the crook of your neck, crying as he apologizes as many times as it takes for you to forgive him.
He didn’t mean to say those things - he would never hurt you on purpose. It was just in the heat of the moment. He’s a very passionate guy after all.
Those are things he’ll tell you, his lips brushing against your skin as he says it, his hands sliding down just a little past what would be considered proper.
All things he knew would chip away at your walls.
He knew everything about you, especially when it came to things you liked. Things that made you cave no matter the situation.
Your resolve was shaky now and Asmo knew it, gently placing kisses on your neck and you subconsciously leaned into his touch, ever so slightly exposing more of your skin to him.
“Asmo,” you warned as he continued his kisses. You wanted to be mad at him, and you wanted to sound mad. But, your walls were crumbling under his touch and when his name left your lips, it was filled with love instead of anger.
A hint of a smile formed on his lips as he heard his name and he looked into your eyes, his eyes drawing you in even more.
“You’ll forgive me, won’t you Y/N?” he asked innocently - far too innocently for the thoughts currently running through his mind.
His lips were inches from yours and you let out a small sigh before closing the gap between the two of you, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to resist him. 
You supposed you could let him off with a warning this time. After all, you were the one who snapped first.
Asmo wouldn’t hold it against you though. All that mattered was that the two of you made up.
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Beel was absolutely panicking when he realized that you weren’t speaking to him and were avoiding him at all costs.
Mostly because he had no idea what he had done wrong and since you weren’t talking to him, he couldn’t even ask you.
It must have been something bad given the silent treatment. But, he couldn’t even think of something small he might have done - let alone something big enough for you to give him the silent treatment.
He thought about the last time the two of you interacted.
You were in his room with him, and he had pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.
Your head was pressed against his chest as he held you close, a peaceful smile resting on his face.
He felt content and slowly but surely drifted off. 
The next thing he knew, you had moved off him in a rush, exiting his bedroom before he could get a word out and you had been avoiding him ever since.
But, you had a very different recollection of what had happened.
You were cuddling against Beel as previously stated, and you were feeling content as well. Everything just felt right when you were in his arms.
But, only a few minutes into cuddling Beel told you, “I don’t know why we’re still doing this.”
Your eyes immediately snapped open as you tried to process what Beel had just said.
“What?” you asked softly.
His hand was tangled in your hair, holding your head in place, so you couldn’t look up at him to see if he was being serious or not.
“I think this pointless,” he murmured again and your heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t really mean that, right?
“Beel,” you tried to say, but you were cut off by him continuing to speak.
“I think you should go,” he added and you decided to listen to him, pushing yourself off of him and going to your room, locking the door.
You hated that he could hold you so lovingly while he simultaneously broke up with you.
Seeing him was painful so you avoided him at all costs and you didn’t want to hear any excuse he might have so you refused to speak to him.
Beel had been doing everything he could to get your attention, but he failed at every attempt.
The lack of your presence had taken a toll on him. He had been feeling sad and lonely and he missed you more than anything.
Not to mention, he had seen you looking upset and he wanted to know what happened. He wanted to know why you were sad because he hated seeing it.
He would do anything to make you happy, he just wished you would let him help. Whatever it was - he could fix it.
He only lasted a couple of weeks without you before he decided he had to do something.
So one day when you had just gotten home from RAD, he picked you up and carried you to his room, shutting the door and blocking it with his body, despite your many protests.
He knew that his strength overpowered yours so you wouldn’t be able to push past him.
You could use the pact against him to get him to move, but he was hoping you wouldn’t resort to that - he just wanted to talk.
When you realized that Beel had you trapped you let out a sigh, sitting down on his bed. You couldn’t avoid him forever.
“What do you want, Beel?” you asked him, looking anywhere but him. And the way you said his name angrily instead of the affectionate way you used to say it hurt.
But just hearing your voice, even if you sounded mad, was like a breath of fresh air.
He moved closer to you, his big puppy dog eyes, staring at you with so much love as he tried to figure out what to say.
“You seem sad,” he told you, carefully sitting down on the bed next to you and you let out a scoff.
“Of course I’m sad,” you replied and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you.
“Why?” he asked innocently and you looked at him incredulously.
When he saw the look you were giving him, he asked, “Did I do something? Is that why you won’t talk to me?”
And now your eyebrows furrowed in confusion because he wasn’t making any sense.
“You broke up with me,” you stated simply and his eyes widened as he stared at you in disbelief. He would never.
Seeing the look of confusion on his face, you decided to recount the details of that day, telling him everything he said to you.
And his expression went from one of confusion to understanding as he realized what had happened.
Beel had a dream after he fell asleep cuddling you. The usual suspect - Mammon - was trying to get Beel to do something he didn’t want to do. He remembered saying all of those things to his brother in his dream - but he didn’t have any recollection of saying them out loud.
“What?” you asked as he finished talking. He was asleep?! 
A small blush coated your cheeks as you realized that you never looked at him. He kept you in place at first and then you were so upset that you walked out without sparing another glance towards him.
Beel pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you the same way he did that day, holding you close to him.
“I love you so much. I would never break up with you,” he told you quietly, hoping that you would accept what he was saying as the truth.
You immediately melted into his touch as you realized it was all a big misunderstanding and your skin felt hot wherever his met yours.
Beel let out a deep breath of relief when you began to relax and he was determined to never let you go again.
The last couple of weeks had been hard on both of you and if nothing else, it was only proof as to how much you loved each other.
He just hoped that his dreams never interfered with your relationship again.
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Like Satan, Belphie is one of the most stubborn when it comes to apologizing or admitting he was wrong about something.
He handles issues with the silent treatment in the hopes that they’ll either resolve themselves or simply go away.
He’s never been one for taking the initiative and he’s even less motivated to do so when it comes to an argument.
The two of you had been bickering more than usual thanks to the eldest brother.
Belphie had been slacking off a little too much at RAD in favor of napping and it was starting to affect Lucifer.
He had tried to ask Beel to help his twin brother keep up with his studies, but there was only so much that he could do.
If Belphie didn’t want to do something, then, simply put, he wasn’t going to do it - no matter who Lucifer sicced on him.
But, still, Lucifer asked you to try since you had a bond that was both very different yet equally as important as Beel’s bond to Belphie.
You didn’t want to do it - plain and simple. You knew that it would put you in a hard place with Belphie.
But, as the human exchange student, you couldn’t help but feel like part of your responsibility was to help the demon brothers.
And whether Belphie believed it or not, you were just trying to help him. You knew that if he didn’t get caught up with his studies, the punishment from Lucifer would be much worse than your nagging.
But, after a few days' worth of you waking Belphie up to beg him to do his homework, both of you were getting fed up with it.
Belphie kept complaining about how you sounded like Lucifer and you kept telling him he was acting like a brat.
It didn’t get much further than that though until one night when Belphie decided to be particularly stubborn.
You came into his room just like you had been doing, but it didn’t matter what you did, Belphie refused to get up.
You tried to reason with him, you tried to remind him of what Lucifer would do if he didn’t get up, you even tried to bribe him, but nothing worked.
You sat next to the bed for a while as you tried to figure out your last step, and then an idea popped into your head.
You hated it because you knew that Belphie would hate it, but he left you no choice.
After preparing yourself and running through your plan multiple times, you got up and looked at Belphie who was sleeping peacefully.
You let out a small sigh before leaning closer and grabbing his favorite pillow that he was lying on as well as his favorite blanket.
In an instant, you had snatched them and ran off with them, seeking refuge in your room.
You had barely gotten your door locked when you heard Belphie trying to get into your room.
“Y/N, open the door,” Belphie said, as calmly as he could, but he was already mad.
“You need to do your homework, Belphie,” you replied.
“Just give me my blanket and pillow back,” he responded.
“After you finish your homework,” you reiterated, internally sighing at the situation. You didn’t want to act like his parent and you silently cursed Lucifer for asking you to do this in the first place.
“Ugh, you’re being so annoying!” Belphie snapped, but you were expecting some backlash about this situation.
“You’ll be thanking me later when you don’t have to deal with Lucifer,” you stated and you heard him let out another frustrated sigh.
“This is exactly why I hate humans,” Belphie stated, more to himself than anything, but you heard it loud and clear.
His eyes widened slightly when you opened the door to your bedroom, a look of hurt on your face.
He opened his mouth to take it back but he was cut off by you roughly shoving the blanket and pillow into him before slamming the door in his face and locking it again.
Belphie knew that he went too far so he decided to give you some time to cool off.
The next time he saw you he promised himself he would make it up to you.
But when he saw you next, you refused to look at Belphie, let alone talk to him. And that made Belpie annoyed all over again.
“You’re being childish,” he told you, only furthering your anger towards him.
“Says the one who can’t even be responsible and do their homework without someone breathing down their neck!” you snapped back.
The two of you didn’t talk after that for a long time - too long in the brothers’ opinions.
They knew that you and Belphie were too stubborn to talk to each other on your accord, so they decided to take things into their own hands.
You were sitting on your bed reading when suddenly the door to your bedroom burst open.
You looked up to see Belphie being shoved inside against his will by Beel before he shut the door, making sure to stand guard so Belphie couldn’t leave.
Belphie had a small pout on his face that, despite still being mad at him, you thought looked adorable.
He let out a small sigh, avoiding all eye contact as he did his best to come up with a way to get out of this situation.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, but you both knew it was pointless. Neither of you were leaving until you talked to each other.
Belphie was the master at winning arguments, but just this once, he asked himself what the point of it was. He cared about you way more than winning the argument.
“You know I don’t hate you,” he said quietly, still keeping his eyes anywhere but on you as he spoke.
Your eyes immediately went to him. Was that his version of an apology?
“I was only trying to help you, Belphie,” you explained and he gave you a defeated look.
“I know,” he replied. That’s why this whole argument is pointless.
Belphie moved over to your bed now and sat down next to you, the two of you making eye contact for the first time in what felt like forever.
“I caught up on all my studies,” he added and you let out a breath of relief. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore.
You were the first to reach out, gently taking his hand in yours. You stared at your intertwined fingers before softly saying, “I missed you.”
His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of you, all feelings of the fight disappearing. He was just happy to be in your presence again.
Belphie moved quickly, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you down into the bed.
“Bel-!” you shouted in surprise but you were cut off by him placing a finger to your lips.
You were laying chest to chest, his face only inches from yours, his arms keeping you there.
“If they hear us talking, they’ll come in; and, I’d rather not be interrupted for a while,” Belphie told you with a sly smirk before placing his lips on yours.
You immediately returned the kiss, a smile forming at the feeling.
No matter what you or Belphie said in the heat of the moment, you knew that your love for each other would never change.
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amarriageoftrueminds · 1 day ago
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*Not sure this discussion belongs under this post but...*
Tony doesn't sacrifice anything in CACW... He's a billionaire with zero consequences at the start of the movie, and he is still that at the end of the movie.
gif 1: 'justice for the voiceless'
🤣 Mr Hyperverbal! Tony's whole MO is talking over and more than everyone else; he literally interrupts others advocating for themselves (because they're not capitulating to him) just to tell them to shut up. The only time he doesn't do that is because he can't out emotionally-blackmail a dead son's mother.
And why are all these 'people' voiceless, I wonder? Could it be because they are... mysteriously dead, somehow? I wonder how that happened. Does 'justice' look like somebody being jailed and put out of business, losing his precious money? No...? Funny that!
(I'm sure them being a billionaire has nothing to do with it though!)
Tony would sit in a room with a woman whose entire family and country have been destroyed by his weapons, and mansplain collateral damage to them (which suddenly matters because an American was hurt, right? Fuck them illegal immigrant kids, right?)
(Defining characteristic of the Stark family: take only credit, never blame. If you are personally to blame for something, describe that something as a collective fault; if someone else did something great, steal it and/or take all the credit for yourself!)
And the fact that it was always Steve, Nat, Clint, Wanda, etc. down on the ground at street level helping civilians... well, Tony never noticed that of course. As his own bodyguard said, Tony wouldn't remember someone unless they were a blonde with a big rack... Steve may be a blonde with a big rack, but he's not the right sex! 😂
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gif 2: Tony claims he stopped making weapons.
'Once I discovered my leopards-eating-peoples-faces company was causing peoples faces to be eaten by leopards, I stopped that!' -- Says Man who still runs a leopards-eating-peoples-faces company and never stopped. 🤦‍♀️
You have to wonder just what Tony thought weapons were for, exactly, if he thought his weapons weren't doing any harm before?
(Which he only suddenly deigned to notice because the person getting their chest blown open was- gasp! -an American!)
He decides his weapons were only bad because they were in the 'wrong hands.' 🙄 Implying that the 'right hands' exist, ie. his own. An American billionaire's hands. But then he criticises Steve for saying the Avengers' hands are the safest hands for world-saving?
(Which is true, in this universe, because the WSC's solution for world-saving was to drop a nuke on Manhattan. The Avengers already tried government oversight and it was Hydra, Ross's Hulk project, AIM, dropping nukes, etc etc. Bad writing alert!
Why the fuck would Tony of all people be in favour of that? He told Congress to go fuck themselves when it came to them controlling the Iron Man suits! Then the Vice POTUS turned out to be AIM, who had Pepper abducted and experimented on -- made into an enhanced person against her will! -- but suddenly Tony trusts governments to handle enhanced people? And he's fine with people talking shit about Bruce?? Since when?! Make it make sense!)
The Iron Man movies, Avengers, Cap and Spiderman movies, all feature brand new weapons Tony designed, built, and gave away... after claiming he wasn't in the weapons making industry any more.
Even IM3, when he temporarily lost his armour, had Tony personally making weapons, and handing a weapon off to a kid -- to use on other kids, at his urging!
This idea that Tony ever gave up being an arms dealer is just part of his own Iron Man mythology he's made up in his head.
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gif 4: Tony has never sacrificed any personal freedoms, nor accepted any limitations on himself.
(Despite sneering at ordinary people who refuse to sacrifice their personal freedoms in favour of authoritarianism. That 'for the greater good' line up there could have come straight out of Project 2025! 🤢)
Tony makes a mockery of Ross and the Accords, despite pushing for them. He never had any intention of doing as he was told, and that's one of his trademarks as a character.
Steve in CACW is anti- corrupt governments (which his films have given him good reason for; Tony's films ought to have given him the same ideology, too... but this is a Disney movie.)
Tony is pro / arguing in favour of handing over control to a potentially corrupt government. Specifically, handing over policing of a minority -- enhanced people -- who aren't like Tony... but he pretends he's in the same boat as them, when he isn't.
He even said government having an agenda is a good thing!
Yeah, how's that working out for you, America?
Subheading of the Accords document: 'The Registration of enhanced people.'
Tony is advocating for the exact same things that ICE and the Trump Administration are doing to immigrants in America right now, because it doesn't and won't ever affect Tony personally. The leopards were never going to be eating his face!
(It reminds me of what Magneto said about mutants working for the US in X-Men: First Class:
"Identification, that's how it starts. And ends with being rounded up, experimented on, eliminated."
Could have come straight out of Steve's mouth!)
The Raft (as Sam correctly clocks) is Guantanamo Bay for Enhanced People, and Tony idiotically argues in favour of that, and is then all shocked pikachu face when that is in fact precisely what they get. (Channelling Trump voters now crying about the conses quencing.)
He's an ignorant sheltered idiot who calls himself a genius but has no idea what life is like for non-billionaires, because he doesn't care to know. (Not surprising given that Musk was the inspo for Tony, as set out by RDJ himself, Jon Favreau, and the guy who wrote IM1).
Steve -- the one who actually goes to the Raft to break the innocents out, unlike Tony! --- is anti-authoritarianism... anti-ICE-for-enhanced-people. And he's been breaking out prisoners of authoritarians since CATFA!
So Tony does not embody what Steve stands for, and never could, because what Steve stands for is Antifa -- Tony embodies what Steve has always stood against.
(And, since never learning a lesson or taking blame for anything is Tony's trademark, he is back to nonsense Hydra monologuing and blaming the Snap on everyone else, in EG. 🤦‍♀️)
Steve isn't throwing away his persona in CACW, he's living up to it.
Being anti-authoritarian and protecting innocents from authoritarian bullies, deploying the 'I can do this all day' battlecry -- suffering personally in order to achieve the right thing -- is exactly what Steve would do even if he never knew Bucky at all.
(That he gets to do one good thing, and save Bucky (another good thing), is just a perk; it's the narrative's way of condoning Steve's moral stance.)
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Tony Stark in CA:CW + the values of Captain America
#antitony#using the word 'humility' to describe...TONY STARK? THE SELF-CONFESSED NARCISSIST? TONY STARK?? OF ALL PEOPLE?? 🤣#just once I wish someone had got to tell that little gremlin to stfu... one slap across the face!#cacw meta#mcu salt#mcu critical#I feel like they manufactured an authoritarian stance for tony to have that doesn't make sense with his backstory...#just so they could put him on the 'opposite' side from steve and make the action figures fight#to be IC tony should be more geared towards american exceptionalism than authoritarianism#if steve is the guy telling the government to go fuck themselves for ideological reasons#tony is the guy telling the government to go fuck themselves because he's a contrarian manchild who accepts no rules for himself#they are on the same side by accident; like if superman and lex luthor had to join forces to repel an alien invasion of earth!#because tony should have learned from his mistakes... if the writers were doing their jobs properly#he should have given up on hydra-esque shit#that silly 'but the torment nexus would've been great!' stuff should have died with ultron instead of keeping it going up til EG#but tony stans are in such a rush to brown nose WHATEVER he does...#...that they've rendered themselves incapable of recognising that what he's doing is... logically OOC?#putting themselves in the ridiculous position ...#of having to argue that authoritarianism simply CAN'T be authoritarian cuz it's their blorbo speaking in favour of it 🤦‍♀️
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bettys-redwinesupernova · 21 hours ago
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SUMMARY: a revenge plan turns complicated when y/n falls for rafe cameron—the one person she was never supposed to love. but was it ever just revenge?
based on this ask !! this request has been in the works for a couple weeks (hence the 5k word count😝), i really really enjoyed writing this and as soon as i read it i knew i had to make it inspired by ‘begin again,’ and i hope you don’t mind me taking creative liberty on this one anon, so thank you !! <3
(check out my other rafe cameron & drew starkey works here !!)
WARNINGS: some angst but a fluff ending, cheating (jj to reader), soft!rafe, cursing, allusions to sex, revenge plan to lovers (?), alcohol consumption, rafe has a normal family in this one (😀). (lmk if i missed anything !!)
WORD COUNT: 5.3k (i got insanely carried away🫣)
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Y/N could still feel the sting of JJ's words, the way they sliced through her like a dull knife—slow, painful, irreparable.
"It just happened, okay?" he had said, desperation laced in his voice. "It didn't mean anything, baby. I swear."
But it did.
If it had meant nothing, he wouldn't have done it. If it had meant nothing, he wouldn't have shattered her trust, her love, her belief in him with a single, reckless mistake.
She stared at him, chest rising and falling with the force of her breath, hands curled into fists at her sides. The night air was thick with humidity, the salty ocean breeze doing nothing to cool the fire burning inside her.
"You cheated on me with Kiara?" she spat, her voice trembling, though not with sadness—no, sadness was something she'd felt the moment the words left his mouth. Now, it was only rage. "And you expect me to just—what? Pretend it didn't happen?"
JJ ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, looking more disheveled than usual. "I was drunk, Y/N. It wasn't planned. It wasn't—"
"Don't," she cut him off sharply. "Don't stand there and try to make excuses." She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You know what hurts the most, JJ? It's not even just the cheating. It's the fact that I defended you to everyone. My parents, my friends. They all told me I was stupid for choosing a Pogue over every other guy who actually makes sense for me. But I didn't care, because I loved you."
Her voice broke, but she swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep it together.
"And what did you do with that?" she continued, taking a step closer, her eyes blazing. "You threw it in my face. You embarrassed me."
JJ's jaw clenched. "I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. You know that."
"Yeah? Well, you did."
Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.
Y/N could see it in his face—the guilt, the regret. But it didn't matter. It wasn't enough. It never would be.
She took a deep breath, exhaling shakily. "We're done, JJ."
His head snapped up. "Y/N—"
"Don't," she warned, her voice final. "You made your choice. Now I'm making mine."
And with that, she turned and walked away, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
She didn't cry.
Not when she got home, not when she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, not even when the memories of JJ and everything they had crashed over her like a tidal wave. No, she didn't cry.
She just got angry.
Because she had been loyal. She had been good to him. She had given him everything, only for him to betray her with Kiara of all people—the one girl she had actually trusted.
And now? Now, she wanted him to hurt.
Which was exactly why she was standing in front of Tannyhill, her heart pounding in her chest.
This was reckless. Dangerous, even. But she didn't care.
She needed this.
She needed revenge.
And she knew just the person to help her get it.
Rafe Cameron was a lot of things—arrogant, temperamental, a little unhinged—but he wasn't stupid.
So when Y/N showed up at his door at nearly midnight, looking like she was on the verge of either committing murder or breaking down completely, he knew something had happened.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, blue eyes scanning her face. "What do you want, sweetheart?"
She swallowed, straightening her shoulders. "I need your help."
Rafe raised a brow. "With what?"
"Making JJ regret everything."
A slow smirk curled at the corners of his lips. "Interesting."
She exhaled sharply, stepping closer. "Are you in or not?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You really wanna do this?"
She met his gaze, unwavering. "Yeah, I do."
For a moment, he just studied her, as if trying to figure out how serious she was. Then, something shifted in his expression.
"Alright," he said, pushing off the doorframe. "Let's make him suffer."
The plan was simple.
Make JJ jealous. Make him see what he lost. Make him regret ever touching Kiara.
But some point during that evening, the lines blurred.
Because Rafe was Rafe—intense, intoxicating, dangerously charismatic. And Y/N was already teetering on the edge of self-destruction.
So when they ended up in his bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them, it wasn't just about JJ anymore.
It was about the way Rafe looked at her, like she was the most interesting thing in the room. The way his hands skimmed her waist, his touch possessive yet careful. The way his breath fanned against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
"Still thinking about JJ?" he murmured, fingers tracing slow patterns on her hip.
She met his gaze, lips parted, heart pounding.
"No," she admitted, and it was the truth.
Because in that moment, it wasn't about revenge. It wasn't about making JJ jealous.
It was about the fire in her veins, the ache in her chest, the desperate need to feel something other than betrayal.
And Rafe—Rafe was more than willing to oblige.
His lips crashed against hers, and suddenly, nothing else mattered. Nothing except Rafe Cameron.
Y/N lay beside Rafe, her body still humming from the events of the night. The air between them was thick with something she couldn't quite name—satisfaction, exhilaration, maybe even something deeper. The sheets were a mess, tangled between them as she stared up at the ceiling, trying to steady her breathing.
Beside her, Rafe propped himself up on one elbow, smirking down at her. His hair was tousled, his lips still slightly swollen from their heated encounter. There was something different about the way he was looking at her, but Y/N shoved that thought away before she could entertain it. This wasn't about them. This wasn't about feelings.
It was about revenge.
"So, how do you wanna play this?" Rafe asked, tracing his fingers lazily over her bare shoulder.
Y/N turned her head to look at him, eyes sharp despite the haziness of their moment. "We make it obvious enough that JJ notices," she said, her voice steady, as if the way his touch sent shivers down her spine wasn't affecting her. "But not so obvious that it looks fake."
Rafe chuckled. "So, we make it look real then?"
Y/N hesitated. She knew what he was doing—he liked to mess with her, push her buttons, see how far he could get under her skin. But she wouldn't let him win.
"Exactly," she said, rolling onto her side, meeting his gaze head-on. "You're his biggest enemy, and I'm his biggest mistake. Nothing will drive him crazier than seeing me with you."
Rafe's smirk widened. "You really are ruthless when you want to be."
"You have no idea."
Rafe hummed in amusement, and with that, their arrangement was set.
This was about JJ. About making him regret everything.
At least, that's what Y/N told herself.
The first time they made their "relationship" public, it was calculated. Rafe had picked her up from the country club in his Pogue-killer truck, windows down, music blasting—just in time for JJ to see them as he passed by on his dirt bike.
JJ had stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing, jaw clenching so hard Y/N thought his teeth might break.
Rafe had played it up, resting his hand on her thigh, flashing JJ a taunting grin before speeding off.
Y/N had expected to feel triumphant.
Instead, her stomach twisted in a way she didn't understand.
The first time Rafe showed up early, it threw her off.
She had told him to meet her for coffee on a random Wednesday, expecting the usual—him strolling in twenty minutes late, making some sarcastic remark, turning their little arrangement into something that felt like a joke.
But when she walked in, he was already there.
Sitting at a corner table, legs stretched out, arms crossed over his chest. And when he saw her, he stood up, gave her a small nod.
"You're early," she said, eyebrows raised.
"You sound surprised."
"I am surprised."
Rafe smirked, pulling out the chair for her. "Sit down, princess."
She hesitated before taking the seat, watching him as he slid into the chair across from her. It felt... strange. Unfamiliar.
JJ had never been early.
JJ had never pulled out her chair.
She shook the thought away, focusing instead on the game they were playing. That's all it was—a game.
Still, she couldn't ignore the way her chest tightened when Rafe leaned back in his chair, looking at her like she was something worth paying attention to.
After they made their orders, they sat with their freshly brewed drinks.
"Didn't take you for a latte girl," he teased, nodding at her cup.
Y/N raised a brow. "Didn't take you for someone who hangs out anywhere that doesn't serve alcohol."
Rafe smirked. "Touché."
It should have been a quick meeting—just another public sighting to stir the pot. But somehow, they ended up talking.
Really talking.
Y/N had expected him to flirt, to push the boundaries of their deal, but instead, they talked about their childhood—about summers spent at the club, about the times they'd been forced to sit at boring Kook events together as kids.
Rafe had made her laugh. Genuinely laugh.
She had almost forgotten why they were doing this in the first place.
A week later, he picked her up for a party, and she made a point to wear heels.
JJ had always hated when she wore them, always made a face, always grumbled something about her being too tall next to him.
But when she climbed into Rafe's truck, he barely glanced at them before smirking. "Damn," he muttered, eyes dragging up her legs. "Trying to make it harder for me to behave?"
She rolled her eyes, but her stomach did something weird. Something dangerous.
Rafe drove with one hand on the wheel, the other draped over her thigh, his fingers warm and steady.
It was meant to be for show.
For JJ.
So why did it feel like something else?
Later that night at the party, Y/N and Rafe were standing just close enough that people whispered.
JJ was across the yard, watching them with a glare so sharp it could cut through steel.
Y/N should have been paying attention to him, should have been relishing in the jealousy that was the whole point of this.
But instead, she was too focused on Rafe's hand on the small of her back. The way his thumb moved in slow, absentminded circles against her skin.
When she turned to look at him, he wasn't watching JJ.
He was watching her.
A couple days later, she almost slipped up.
They were walking down the street after grabbing dinner—something casual, something that wasn't supposed to feel like a date.
She was about to bring up JJ, to remind herself why they were doing this in the first place.
But before she could, Rafe started talking about his family.
"My dad's obsessed with old westerns," he said, shaking his head. "Every Christmas, like clockwork, he makes us watch The Good, the Bad and the Ugly."
Y/N blinked. "Seriously?"
Rafe chuckled. "Swear to God. Every single year. Sarah and I know every damn line."
She found herself laughing, imagining Rafe and Sarah rolling their eyes as Ward Cameron sat in front of the TV, quoting the movie word for word.
JJ had never talked about things like that.
JJ had never let her in like that.
She pushed the thought away, but the seed had already been planted.
Then came the night that the shift between them had started to show.
It was late, and they were sitting on the hood of Rafe's truck, looking out over the water.
The party was still going strong down the beach, but they had drifted away from it, neither of them in the mood for drunken chaos.
Rafe took a swig from his beer, then turned to look at her.
"You ever gonna tell me why you were with him?"
Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"
Rafe tilted his head. "I just don't get it. You're smart. You've got standards. And yet..." He let the sentence hang.
Y/N huffed, kicking a loose rock off the side of the truck. "He was... fun. He made me feel like I wasn't just another Kook girl. Like I wasn't just..." She trailed off, feeling stupid for saying it out loud.
Rafe was quiet for a second before saying, "He didn't deserve you."
She turned to look at him, expecting the usual sarcasm, but there was none. Just quiet certainty.
Her throat tightened.
"Yeah," she said softly. "I know that now."
And when Rafe threw his head back, laughing at something she said a few minutes later, she thought it was strange.
Strange that he thought she was funny.
Because JJ never did.
Another night, they found themselves in his truck, parked by the beach. It had started raining, heavy droplets drumming against the windshield, the air thick with the scent of salt and rain.
Y/N had been rambling about something—some ridiculous Kook drama that, in the grand scheme of things, didn't actually matter.
And then, out of nowhere, Rafe had reached across the console and tucked a strand of damp hair away from her face.
Y/N had gone silent, her heart doing something it definitely shouldn't have been doing.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the rain.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she had asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rafe had only smirked. "No reason."
But there was a reason.
And it scared her.
She knew things were getting complicated when she started noticing things about him she shouldn't.
Like the way his voice softened when he said her name.
Or the way he always made sure she got home safe, even when they weren't together.
Or the way he never pushed her, never made her feel like this was just some game.
Somewhere along the way, the lines between their act and reality started to blur.
And Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready to figure out what that meant.
The moment that nearly shattered her resolve happened at another party.
They had been standing close, laughing about something she couldn't even remember now. And then, without thinking, she had reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of his face.
It had been instinctive. Natural.
But when she realised what she had done, her breath hitched.
Because Rafe was looking at her like she had just changed everything.
And maybe... maybe she had.
Y/N kept telling herself that this was just revenge.
That the way her stomach flipped whenever Rafe touched her was just part of the plan.
That the way she found herself looking for him in crowded rooms was just to keep up the act.
But deep down, she knew.
She had fallen for Rafe Cameron.
The room was still heavy with the lingering heat from the night—sheets twisted around their legs, the soft hum of the air conditioning barely cutting through the thick humidity of the night. Y/N lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process the whirlwind that had completely changed her life in the past few weeks.
Rafe lay beside her, his body close enough to feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, but far enough that there was space between them—a silent invitation, as if asking her to fill it. His hand rested on his stomach, but his fingers were almost touching hers.
The silence stretched comfortably between them. It wasn't awkward. It wasn't forced. It felt...right.
Y/N turned her head to look at him, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window, casting a glow over his face. He was still as handsome as ever, his jaw sharp, eyes intense even when he was relaxed, and the faintest trace of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. But it wasn't the same cocky smirk that had first drawn her in—this was something different. It was real. It was genuine.
She couldn't stop herself from smiling too. "What are we doing, Rafe?" she asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.
Rafe turned his head, his blue eyes locking with hers. There was a quiet intensity in them, a look that said he knew exactly what she meant but wasn't sure how to say it either. "I don't know," he murmured, his voice rough with unspoken emotion. "But I think it's something good."
Y/N's heart fluttered, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. Rafe was always the tough guy, the one who hid behind arrogance and bravado, the one who never let anyone see the cracks in his armor. But with her, it was different. She could see it now—the cracks were there, but they weren't flaws. They were pieces of him she could understand, pieces that were human, not just a cold façade.
She reached out, her hand finding his, fingers brushing gently over his knuckles. He didn't pull away. Instead, he laced their fingers together, holding her hand with a tenderness that surprised her.
"Do you regret this?" she asked, the words slipping from her lips before she could stop them. She had to know. There were so many things between them, so many things left unsaid, but that was the one question that had been haunting her the most. Did he regret it?
Rafe blinked, the intensity in his gaze softening as he turned his hand to squeeze hers. "No," he answered, his voice steady but with an underlying depth she couldn't ignore. "I don't regret it." He let out a breath, his gaze turning towards the ceiling, as if trying to find the right words. "I thought it was just supposed to be a game, you know? Make JJ jealous, show him that you could move on...but it's not a game anymore."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat. Her mind raced. She didn't know how she felt about that—about the fact that it had started with a plan, a scheme, to get back at JJ for everything. But as the days passed, the more time she spent with Rafe, the more she realized just how much they had in common, how well they fit together.
Her fingers traced the lines of his hand as she spoke. "Neither did I," she confessed. "I started this thinking I'd get back at JJ, but...I don't know, something just changed. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being about him."
Rafe's eyes met hers again, a small smile playing at the edges of his mouth. "Yeah," he said, his voice low, but with warmth now. "I know what you mean."
They both lay there in the quiet, holding hands, letting the moment stretch out. There was something peaceful about it—something intimate that neither of them had ever expected when this all began. What started as a plan to make someone else jealous had somehow turned into something much deeper, something neither of them had seen coming.
Y/N shifted slightly, turning onto her side to face him fully. She couldn't deny how she felt anymore. The chemistry between them was undeniable, but it wasn't just that. It was the way they laughed together, the way he made her feel like she was the only person in the room, the way he protected her without even thinking.
"Rafe," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "I think I'm falling in love with you."
Her heart raced in her chest as soon as the words left her mouth. She had said it before, in the past—I love you—but never like this. Never in this way.
Rafe's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling a little faster now, and for a moment, he didn't speak. Instead, he reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, as if needing to touch her to make sure she was real. His thumb brushed over her cheek, soft and slow, sending a wave of warmth flooding through her.
"You're not the only one," he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm falling for you too, Y/N."
Her breath caught in her throat. The words she had always wanted to hear from him, the words she had never expected to come, were there now. And they were real.
Rafe leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss, soft and slow, like he was savoring it. It wasn't heated or urgent like some of their previous kisses—it was gentle, sweet, and full of the unspoken feelings they had been holding back. It was everything they hadn't been able to say out loud.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against hers, and they both just breathed, their hands still entwined, hearts racing in sync.
"I never thought I'd say this," Rafe said quietly, eyes closed as he let out a shaky breath, "but you make me feel like I'm actually worth something."
Y/N's chest tightened. She could feel the weight of his words, the vulnerability he was offering her. He had always been the guy who seemed so confident, so sure of himself, but in this moment, Y/N saw something different. She saw the cracks in his armor, the part of him that had never believed he was good enough for anything—anyone.
And Y/N? She couldn't let him think that way. Not anymore.
"You are worth everything, Rafe," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "More than you know."
For a long time, they stayed like that—just holding each other, letting the night wash over them, the silence comfortable and full of promises. There were no expectations, no pressure, just the understanding that something had changed. Something real had blossomed between them, and neither of them was running from it anymore.
"I've never felt like this before," Rafe admitted after a while, his voice soft but full of sincerity. "With you, it feels like...like I could actually have something real. Something that isn't just a mess."
Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "You have it, Rafe. You have me."
And for the first time in a long time, both of them believed it.
It had been a couple of weeks since the night Rafe and Y/N had finally confessed their feelings for each other. Their relationship had progressed quickly, but neither of them had hesitated. They had fallen for each other in a way that felt right—organic and effortless. The label was there, official now, and it felt like both of them had finally found what they were looking for.
But as expected, the whispers started circulating quickly. Word of their relationship had gotten out, and it wasn't long before people started noticing—especially JJ.
The evening was warm and humid, a perfect night for a party at the Boneyard. The music was thumping, people were scattered around the yard, drinking and chatting, while others danced under the string lights. Y/N, Rafe, Topper, Sarah, and a few other Kooks were lounging around a table near the fire pit, drinks in hand, chatting casually. For the first time in weeks, Y/N felt at ease. There were no whispers, no judgment about her being with Rafe—only the people she cared about and a sense of belonging she hadn't felt in a long time.
Y/N had spent most of her time with Rafe over the past couple of weeks, getting to know him in a way she never had before. She had always known the confident, rebellious side of him, but she was starting to see the softer side—the one who cared deeply and would go to any lengths to protect the people he loved. They had spent lazy days by the beach, late-night drives, and spontaneous trips to places that weren't on any map. She was falling for him harder every day, but it wasn't just the physical attraction. It was the little things—how he cared about her, how he made her feel, how he treated her like she was everything. He had given her more than she could have ever imagined.
She glanced at Rafe as they laughed with Topper, Sarah, and the others, her hand naturally finding his under the table. Their fingers intertwined, and for a moment, she just savored the feeling of being with someone who made her feel seen, understood, and loved.
But as she was about to say something to Rafe, a familiar figure appeared in her peripheral vision. She stiffened. It was JJ.
JJ stormed over, his face a mixture of anger and desperation, his jaw clenched as he walked straight toward them. Y/N's heart skipped, not knowing what to expect. She knew this confrontation was coming—it was inevitable.
Rafe noticed it too, his hand tightening around Y/N's as JJ approached, but he didn't move. He didn't flinch. He stayed calm, but Y/N could see the subtle tension in his shoulders, his jaw tight as he prepared for whatever was coming.
"Y/N," JJ said, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music. His eyes were frantic, scanning her face. "We need to talk."
Y/N narrowed her eyes, her grip on Rafe's hand tightening. She could feel the anger brewing inside her, but she was trying to keep her composure. Rafe gave her a reassuring squeeze, his thumb brushing the back of her hand gently.
"I don't think we need to talk, JJ," Y/N said coolly, her voice steady despite the boiling fury inside her. "But if you really need to hear it from me, I'll tell you. I definitely don't want to be with you anymore."
JJ's eyes widened, his face contorting in disbelief. "What the hell, Y/N?" He snapped, glancing at Rafe briefly, his expression turning hostile. "This isn't about him, is it? You don't really like him. You're just trying to get back at me for what I did. It's all a game to you, isn't it?" His voice wavered, a hint of panic creeping into his words.
Y/N could feel the heat rise in her chest, but she didn't back down. "It's not a game, JJ. It's not about you anymore. It's about me." She stood up, her voice booming over the music, silencing the chatter around them. People had stopped what they were doing, watching the confrontation unfold.
"You're such a horrible person," Y/N continued, her words sharp and cutting. "You broke me, JJ. You cheated on me with Kiara—our friend. You think I can just forget that? You think I'm some fool who's gonna let you walk back into my life after everything you did?" She took a step closer to him, her eyes locking onto his. "You humiliated me. And you have the audacity to stand here and beg for me back like nothing happened?"
The words tumbled out of her, each one heavier than the last, and with each syllable, Y/N felt like a weight was being lifted off her chest. She was finally letting him have it. All the hurt, all the frustration, the betrayal she had been carrying for weeks—it was all spilling out now, and she couldn't stop it.
"I wish I had gotten with Rafe sooner," she spat, her voice laced with venom. "Because with him, I know what it's like to be truly happy. He doesn't lie to me, he doesn't cheat on me. He shows me what love really is. What I've always deserved."
The group around them murmured, and she noticed Rafe's expression go from unreadable to... something else. He was staring at her, his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. His face softened, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time she'd seen him like this—vulnerable, open, and completely in awe of her.
"Y/N..." JJ began, his voice faltering, but he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence.
"Shut up, JJ," Y/N snapped, glaring at him. "I don't want to hear it anymore. You lost me the second you cheated. And now you're just proving how pathetic you are by begging me to take you back." She shook her head in disgust. "You don't deserve me. And you definitely don't deserve to have me back."
The words echoed in the air as Y/N turned her back on him, her chest heaving with emotion. She felt alive, empowered, and something else—something she hadn't felt in so long. Free.
The group erupted into cheers. Topper raised his drink in the air, Sarah clapped, and a few others cheered Y/N on. It was like she had just dropped a bomb, and the energy in the air shifted. The Kooks were no strangers to drama, but this felt different. This felt like the culmination of everything Y/N had been holding in.
Rafe didn't say anything at first. He just stared at her, wide-eyed, his face unreadable. And for a brief moment, Y/N wondered if she had gone too far. But then, without warning, Rafe stood up. He took her hand in his, pulling her gently away from the crowd, leading her toward the exit.
Y/N didn't say anything as she walked with him. She just wanted to get away from the scene, to take a breath and let the adrenaline settle in her chest. The confrontation had been messy, but it had been cathartic. She had finally stood up for herself, and in doing so, she felt like she had reclaimed something she thought she had lost forever.
When they reached Rafe's car, Y/N paused, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the scene. She turned to face him, her brows furrowed in concern. "I'm sorry for making such a scene back there," she said, her voice quieter now. "I just... I couldn't hold it in anymore."
Rafe looked at her, his expression softening, and before she could say anything else, he pulled her into a kiss.
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but she melted into it instantly. His lips were soft against hers, the kiss slow, deep, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that one moment. She kissed him back with equal intensity, the heat of the night surrounding them, but the only thing she could focus on was him—the way he made her feel.
When they pulled apart, Rafe rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily. "I've never had anyone defend me like that before," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "No one's ever stood up for me like that, Y/N."
Y/N's heart swelled, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like a protective embrace. "I meant every word," she whispered. "I love you, Rafe. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
Rafe's eyes softened, a smile tugging at his lips. "I love you too, Y/N." He kissed her again, a slow, lingering kiss that held all the unspoken things between them.
In that moment, Y/N knew. She had fought for herself. She had found her strength, and now, she had found her true love too.
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this was such a labour of love and i had SO much fun writing it and i’m so sorry it’s taken a while anon, i just wanted this to be PERFECT !! this has got to be in my top three faves that i’ve written and i hope it’s what you wanted <3
i’ve had this in my drafts (as well as a few more) from the past month of requests, and i’ve just been editing them all now (that’s the toughest part💔), but i’m getting there so thank you all for being so patient <3
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Cards and Casts
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Part five of The Rain series
Synopsis: Ace and Deuce's visits to The Prefect in the infirmary after Ramshackle's collapse
TW: Aftermath of Ramshackle collapsing on The Prefect, Ace is out of it, Deuce is (more) all over the place than usual (in a trying to process things kinda way)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (here), Part 6 (coming soon)
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The next person to come and visit you was Ace.
The moment the news had been announced, Ace was already booking it to sign up to see you. At the time, it hadn't yet been announced that the further up on the list you were, the sooner you'd get to see The Prefect; Ace was just desperate to sign his name as soon as he could. It was almost as if he thought doing so would in a way prove that he did care. That it would redeem him for not being there when you needed him. That it would make him feel less guilty.
A knock was heard from the other side of the infirmary door. You had been told that your next visitor would be ace, but Ace never knocked.
You rand the little bell next to your bed to tell whoever it was to come in (you had a bell because you couldn't yet raise your voice much).
An unfamiliar boy walked through the door. His hair was a ruffled mess, his clothes were wrinkled, and there were dark circles under his eyes. It took you a moment to realize it was actually Ace who stood before you. He looked like a mess. He didn't even have his signature red heart painted on his face.
The smile he gave you looked strained, but you didn't comment on it.
You ended up having to beckon the boy closer after he had been standing in the doorway for a good five minutes. He dropped his shoulders and basically hobbled to your bedside. He nearly toppled over as he tried to take a seat, but caught himself at the last moment.
Tick Tick Tick Tick
"I. . .I brought cards."
And so, that's how you ended up playing a few games of Rummy with him. But he was still off. He was playing like an absolute novice. He was letting you win. He NEVER lets you win.
Eventually, you had had enough, and you set down your cards with a scuffed huff. He didn't even notice!
You carefully reached up a hand and pushed his cards down onto the bed and he just let them tumble.
"Ace." Your voice was gruff, but still somehow airy.
"Oh, uh, yeah?" Ace seemed to snap out of a trance. . .well, more like slowly drift out of.
You tried to meet his eyes, but he refused to look directly at you. You thought about asking if he was okay, but the answer to that question was pretty obvious. You didn't ask him what was wrong for the same reason. Instead, you took a deep breath and held it as you painfully shifted over in the bed. You did your best not to make a noise as not to worry the already clearly upset boy.
Ignoring your screaming body, you mustered your best smile (your bandages kept it from reaching your eyes though) and gently patted the space next to you on the bed.
Ace gave you a hesitant look, but you just patted the space again to tell him it was okay. He wouldn't hurt you simply by sitting next to you.
When he finally did sit next to you, you let your head rest against his shoulder. Neither of you spoke
Tick Tick Tick Tick
When the silence was finally broken it was with a single mumbled word: "sorry."
"Hm?" you coughed.
". . .I-I'm sorry." His voice wasn't much louder, but you could hear it this time.
You slowly picked your head up and looked at him incredulously "What for?"
"I wasn't there."
"You knew Ramshackle would collapse?"
"No, I-"
"If you were there, you would have gotten hurt too."
"No! I could have helped. . .I could have-"
"No. No, you couldn't."
He went silent and his face fell before tightening slightly in the way it does only when someone is on the verge of tears.
"Nobody could have stopped it after it started. Nobody could have made it out in time either." Your voice reduced to a croak, but you continued. "You didn't know the dorm would collapse. It's not your fault-"
"Still!" His voice raised and a waver in his tone became apparent "If I was there, I-"
"Would have gotten hurt too. Then I would be too worried about you to do any healing myself." You could tell your voice wouldn't hold out much longer, so you said one more thing: "It's not your fault. You're doing all you can now by being here and being safe. Thank you."
Tears dripped steadily from the boy's face, but he didn't make a sound.
You lightly took his hand in yours, and you sat like that for hours. Together and safe.
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Deuce walked in not long after Ace left.
He walked into the room silently and took a seat next to your bed.
"How are you doing?"
You were about to grab the notebook and pencil next to your bed to write a response as your voice was shot, but she spoke up again before you got the chance.
"Wait, no! That was a dumb question!"
Before he could start further rambling, you shook your head and began to write: 'I'm doing much better. I appreciate you asking.'
Deuce sighed and began fiddling with his hands. "Does. . .does it still hurt?"
You took a moment to think about whether or not you should answer his question truthfully, but ultimately decided not to lie. 'It still hurts, but not as much."
Deuce frowned, but nodded.
'I bet I'll get some cool scars! Like battle scars. We'll match!' You scribbled out sloppily as you weren't exactly able to properly hold a pen with your hands looking like a mummy's. It was meant as an attempt to cheer him up, but he only frowned further.
"You shouldn't have scars. You're a good person."
It was you're turn to frown. 'You're a bad one?'
Before Deuce could reply, you tapped the space next to you: telling him to sit.
Similarly to Ace, he hesitated, but you eventually got him to sit next to you on the bed.
He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off again. This time you did so by dragging his arm closest to you onto your lap and grabbing a marker off of the nightstand. You uncapped the marker and rolled up his sleeve.
Deuce was too stunned and confused to say a word as he watched you scribble little pictures on his arm. The pictures were cartoony renditions of various times he'd done kind things for you. When you were done he finally snapped out of his daze.
"Wait! I should be the one cheering you up! First I let you get hurt, and now I can't even comfort you properly! I-I can't do anything right!" Deuce's head falls into his hands and you watch as tears fall onto the sheets.
A marker slips into Deuce's hand and he looks over at you with confused, tear-filled eyes.
You point to the cast on your leg. A blank slate. 'A drawing from you on my cast would make me happy'
"But. . .I can't draw-"
You cut him off by basically shoving the notebook in his face. 'Doesn't matter. Anything you draw will remind me of you, and thinking of my friends will make me happy.'
He ends up doodling a flower and an endearingly poor depiction of him, Ace, Grim, and you together and signing his name.
For the rest of his visit, you take turns doodling different things in your notebook and adding funny little details to each other's drawings.
When Deuce finally leaves, you let out a breath you had been holding. Your face contorts in pain and a soft whimper leaves your throat.
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luveline · 23 hours ago
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hey jade!!! do u think we can get a little something with bombshell and spencer 🙏🙏 missing them
—you and spencer get serious. 1.3k
“So,” you say, holding two hands behind your back, shoulders tight in a vague attempt at flirting, “come here often?” 
“To Austin?” Spencer nods. “This is the tenth time we’ve been in the last five years.”
“Big city. Thirteenth most populous city in the entire country, right? That’s a lot of crime.”
Spencer smiles approvingly. “Right.” 
“At least this one was easy.” 
You’re standing in the sunshine outside of a bar near the hangar, waiting for the jet to finish loading, the rest of the team inside drinking a round of well-earned drinks. Spencer was in good spirits but didn’t seem to love the ruckus, so you’d made some excuse about feeling light-headed and promised you’d be alright as long as Spencer came outside with you. 
You don’t not feel dizzy. You’ve been under the weather all week. Spencer’s concern has had moments of obviousness. He’s roped it in for now, only evidence of his worry the lack of space between you. 
You’re enjoying the game you’re playing for now. You lovingly ignore him. “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” 
“Uh, trying to get home, honestly.” 
“Yeah?” 
“See, I know this girl,” he says, his voice a soft pattern of itself, “and she’s– she’s great. She really is. She’s smart, and she’s beautiful, and she’s stubborn as a mule when she wants to be. She won’t let me take care of her out here. I’m hoping when we get back, she’ll let me take her home. So I can look after her.” He has no intention of playing the ignoring game with you. 
“Stubborn as a mule,” you murmur, leaning back against the bar’s brick exterior, lulled into security by his voice, and the sweet breeze that passes over you, the right side of cold as the sun begins to set behind the buildings across the street and beyond. 
“You like that one?” 
“No. Not my favourite comparison.” 
Spencer holds his hand out across the way, palm up but low, his fingers still. “Stubborn,” he says as you slip your hand into his, “but in a good way.” 
“…I don’t need you to take care of me,” you say softly. 
“But I want to.” 
You don’t know why you’ve been struggling with Spencer lately. It certainly isn’t something he’s done wrong, and it’s not the first time he’s wanted to look after you. But things between you are looking serious. Just a few weeks ago you took the ‘next step’, long overdue, and you told him you loved him. You do. 
“If I did something–”
You wince and he stops. You knew he’d bring it up eventually, but it doesn’t make it hurt less. What a mess you’re making. “You didn’t do anything,” you say. 
“Are you sure?” 
“No, Spencer, it’s not you, really, it’s not, it’s me–”
The face he makes is of unbridled horror. You’re worried he’ll snatch his hand back. He squeezes tighter. “What are you saying?” he asks, his frown a pout that turns your heart. 
“I’m not breaking up with you. I’m sorry, that was a fright wasn’t it?” you ask, squeezing him too, pulling at him as you slip against his side. Your faces are close enough to kiss. “Not breaking up. I can’t describe how much I don’t want that.” 
“But?” he asks. 
“But… there’s been some chafing, lately, on my end.” 
“‘Cos of me?” 
“Aw, Spencer,” you murmur, turning your front into his side as you hold your free hand over his heart, “no, baby. No… No, it’s not because of you, or– it’s not your fault. I was alone for a while before you, and I guess being sick just reminded me that things are different.” 
“And you don’t like it?” 
“Spencer, please,” you plead gently, rubbing your thumb against his chest. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I love you–”
“I love you.” 
“–and I’m not asking for anything here, not space, not for you to change, I just want to tell you how I’ve been feeling so you can stop confusing it for something you might’ve done wrong.” 
Some days being with Spencer feels like you’re the same soul in two different bodies. It’s moments like this that remind you of how human he is, the depth of his feelings, and how much he cares about you —how much you can affect his life. He’s frowning like he’s not far from tears and you regret ever bringing it up in the first place, but you have to finish now. 
“It’s scary, for me, sometimes, to be with you,” you say eventually. 
“For me, too.” 
“I worry I’ll get used to you and one day I won’t have you.” 
“I promise you will,” he says. 
“But you don’t know that.” 
“For however long you’ll let me have you, you can have me,” he says simply. 
You tease a line into his chest with your two fingertips. “I love how you look after me. There’s nothing like it. I fall asleep sick and I wake up knowing you’re there to make me a cup of tea, and to help me shower when my head’s hurting, you don’t let me down. You know that?” 
“So why can’t I look after you tonight?” he asks, eyes dark as pine tar. 
“You can. You think I’m not going home with you?” 
“I wasn’t sure.” 
“Please let me come home with you.” 
Spencer lets his forehead drop gently against yours. The breeze runs a loop around your legs and cools your too-warm shoulders, pulling your blouse from clammy skin. For a while, you wait for him to speak, but when he doesn’t you figure you’ve overwhelmed him with your confession, maybe you’ve upset him. 
He rubs the tips of your noses together slightly. 
“Are you still dizzy?” 
“No.” Your voice is a croak. “I’m sorry.”
“For what, being scared of the future? It’s okay.” 
“I think it sounded like it was your fault.” 
“I won’t take it that way if you don’t mean it like that,” he promises. “I just want to look after you, angel. I want to be with you. I’m scared all the time that one day I won’t have you, but then you smile at me or you–” He laughs. “You tug on my hair trying to make me kiss you and I don’t feel that way for a while. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”
“The only thing that worries me is life.” 
“Not much you can do about that,” he says.
“I know. I didn’t mean for it to get to you, too.”
He makes a nice humming sound, says, “I want you to feel better, and come home with me, and I don’t really care if I have to beg. You know I will.” 
“You should know you don’t have to beg for anything. Not from me.” 
Spencer’s hand comes up to your neck. He holds it carefully, pressing the soft of his cheek against your temple, the other hand working its way behind your back. “And you’re worried I might leave you?” he asks, laughing bashfully as he presses two kisses to whatever bit of skin he can fin, the side of your nose and the soft well under your eye. “When you’re saying stuff like that to me? In public?” 
“It’s hardly the worst thing I’ve said to you in public.” 
Spencer pulls away to meet your eyes. He's smiling. Worry and love line his gaze. “Do you wanna go find something to eat before we leave?”
“Yeah,” you nod, trying hard not to smile ear to ear. “Let’s go eat.” 
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semisasseater · 2 days ago
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YEAH, I BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK
데일 듯 hotter, hotter
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SUMMARY ‘ y/n pushes jays limits during their promotions which causes him to fuck her brains out ♡
𓊆 爵士 𓊇 x f!reader 㞫⠀⠀ ִ ⠀ 1,007 smut rough sex spanking degradation light face slapping dom/sub dynamics daddy kink overstimulation? slight non-prep penetration aftercare — 类型 smut romance idol au secret relationship
✴︎ LIBRARY ✴︎
‧˚⠀⠀ 🔥⠀⠀ ɞ 作者注 : i need jays cock i need jays cock i need jays cock NOW.
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As the days passed, your secret relationship with Jay continued to flourish, even amid the chaos of your group’s comeback. The song Brought the Heat Back was a massive hit, dominating the charts and earning nonstop promotions. But despite the demanding schedule, you found yourself increasingly distracted—specifically by Jay’s ridiculously good looks. Every time he stepped onto the stage, exuding effortless confidence and raw charisma, your mind wandered to places it probably shouldn’t during work.
During one particular photoshoot, Jay sat in a chair, looking like an absolute greek god in his outfit. His sharp gaze and relaxed posture made him all the more irresistible. Your pose required you to sit on his thigh, turning your head towards the camera while keeping your back to it. The moment you settled onto him, a mischievous idea struck you. With the staff focused elsewhere, you subtly rolled your hips, grinding against his thigh just enough to tease.
Jay’s reaction was immediate. His grip on your pants tightened, and his jaw clenched. He leaned in just enough for you to hear his low warning. “Knock it off wait till we get home.”
But you weren’t feeling patient. Pouting, you shook your head in defiance, a silent plea for more. Jay exhaled sharply, his frustration evident, but there was something else in his eyes—amusement. You were testing his limits, and you both knew it.
The next shoot included the entire group—Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki. As you all gathered for a group shot, you couldn’t resist pushing things further. Under the guise of casual placement, you discreetly rested your hand over Jay’s crotch, feeling the warmth of him through his pants.
Jay’s fingers instantly wrapped around your wrist, removing your hand with a firm grip. He leaned down, his voice a sharp whisper in your ear. “I said fucking stop it wait till we get home.”
Again, you refused, shaking your head with a playful smirk. This time, Jay’s patience snapped. The warning look he shot you sent a clear message—you had pushed far enough. Finally, you backed down, but the tension between you only grew stronger as the day dragged on.
By the time you both made it home, the moment the door shut behind you, Jay had you pinned against the wall. His hands pressed firmly against your sides as his darkened eyes bore into yours.
“I told you to fucking wait until we were done.” His voice was deep, edged with frustration and something more dangerous—desire.
You barely had a chance to respond before he crashed his lips against yours, his body pressing you further into the wall. Breathless, you managed to mumble an apology between kisses. “I’m sorry daddy… I was just really horny…”
Jay let out a low chuckle, his amusement quickly overshadowed by hunger. “Oh you’re gonna be sorry alright.”
He wasted no time dragging you to the bedroom. Clothes were torn off in a frenzy, and when he yanked your pink panties off, you gasped. “Hey! Those were my favorite!”
Jay smirked, tossing them aside. “Shut up i’ll buy you more.”
As he prepared to stretch you out, you shook your head, voice breathless with impatience. “No… I don’t want that just want your cock.”
Jay froze for a second, brows furrowed. “You don’t want prep? Are you sure?”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes, I don’t.”
That was all he needed to hear. As he stripped the last of his clothes, he muttered under his breath, “Of course you don’t… fucking slut.”
With a quick flick, he grabbed the lube, slicking himself up before pushing into you in one swift motion. The sudden stretch had you squirming, your body clenching around him as moans spilled uncontrollably from your lips. Jay held still for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust before pulling back and slamming into you again.
Your cries filled the room as he set a relentless pace, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. You clung to him desperately, hands grasping at anything—his arms, the sheets, the headboard—anything to ground yourself. But Jay wasn’t done with you yet.
Flipping you onto your hands and knees, he gripped your hips and started pounding into you from behind. Your knees trembled beneath you, your body barely able to handle the intensity. Each sharp thrust sent you spiraling further, your voice breaking as you whimpered his name over and over.
“J-Jay—please—s-slow down—”
But he wasn’t listening. A firm slap landed against your ass, making you cry out. Another followed, and another, each one leaving a stinging heat in its wake. Tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming sensations—pain, pleasure, overstimulation—it was all too much. Yet, you didn’t want him to stop.
Jay let out a deep chuckle, his fingers trailing up to your face. With a firm grip, he grabbed your jaw, forcing your head to the side. He watched you, your teary eyes, your parted lips, the way drool dripped onto the sheets. He laughed, rubbing his thumb over your cheek before giving your face a light slap.
“Look at you” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “Fucking ruined.”
Your body shook with exhaustion, yet you still begged for more. By the time he finally spilled inside you, your limbs had turned to jelly, your mind foggy with bliss.
Jay sighed, pulling you against his chest as he peppered gentle kisses along your temple. He scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. The moment he set you down, he helped you onto the toilet, rubbing your thighs soothingly as he whispered, “Come on baby you gotta pee.”
Afterward, he ran a warm bath, massaging your shoulders as he helped you relax. His hands glided over your skin, rubbing your sore legs, whispering sweet words of love and praise.
As the two of you curled up in bed afterward, bodies tangled together, you felt yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep.
Still, one lingering thought danced in your mind—how you were definitely going to tease him again during filming.
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enhani-ki · 3 days ago
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Omg I hope I don’t sound sick but would you do Niki x Jake’s girlfriend (Jake is aware of it but dose mind because Niki is his makne)🤧
he knows - ni-ki x reader x jake
warnings: smut, nsfw, cheating, drinking alcohol, cursing, etc.
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ni-ki always find it amusing how you act around him. you're polite and reserved with everyone else but with him, you were comfortable. he's the only person you ever spoke to and the only one who could make you laugh.
whenever he cracked a joke, you'd giggle behind your hand, your cheeks would turn pink and whenever he teases you or he'd throw subtle flirty remarks, you'd get all shy and quiet, looking anywhere but at him.
and whenever someone else tried to talk to you, you would just bow politely and walk away, sometimes outright ignoring them.
you had been rushing through the hallway so you could go home early when you accidentally bumped into someone.
"ah- sorry!" you winced, quickly bending down to pick up your fallen things.
you heard a warm chuckle along with pair of hands that helped you gather your belongings and when you looked up, you were met with a pair of kind, familiar eyes.
Sim Jaeyun.
he tilted his head with a curious expression. "oh?" he muttered, studying your face then his eyes lit up. "you're y/n, right?"
your heart skipped. "h-how…?"
jake grinned. "i think i saw your picture with ni-ki." he laughed.
your face heated up instantly. "ahh…"
"he told me lots of things, you know?"
you groaned playfully, shaking your head. "he must've called me ugly again, right?"
jake let out a short laugh before shaking his head. "but you're not, though..." he continued, "you're very pretty."
"wha- what?"
he smiled, completely unfazed by your flustered face.
this is jake sim... and he just called you pretty.
you knew jake is a flirt and it was just a simple compliment, but still, it feels really good to be called that every once in a while.
you laughed awkwardly, really unsure how to react.
"you should hang out with me sometime." he said, pulling out his phone and casually handing it to you.
you hesitated, staring at the device in his hands.
then he gave you that look... soft, expectant puppy eyes. it's actually unfair.
handsome boys just might be your weakness.
"...okay." you smiled, typing in your number.
now here you were, standing beside jake, looking all shy as he introduced you to the rest of their friend group.
you felt nervous, not because you weren't used to meeting new people but because these weren't just any people. these are THE people. heesung, jay, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon and ni-ki...
and judging by their curious smiles, you thought that they might be trying to figure out why jake, of all people, had chosen you.
i mean, he asked you out, he kept texting you, and not to mention, he's literally perfect... who are you to say no?
"my girlfriend, y/n." jake said smoothly and laughed shyly, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
ni-ki barely heard the surprised "oohs" and teasing from the others because all he could do was to focus on you... how your cheeks turned red, how you avoided his eyes, and how you nervously fiddled with the hem of your sleeve.
since when?
since when did you start dating someone and why the hell was it jake?
"wait, i feel like i've heard that name before…"
jake nodded, "yeah, probably from ni-ki 'cause they're classmates."
"oh, that's right!"
you glanced at ni-ki, who's unusually quiet. he just stood there, staring at you and jake.
he smiled weakly and nodded at everyone before walking away.
then ni-ki didn't talk to you for days.
you weren't one to approach people first, and now you have a boyfriend… but ni-ki is your friend, you should at least check up on him, right?
you: hey, how are you?
no reply.
he wouldn't look at you, wouldn't say hi, and wouldn't acknowledge you at all.
plus you were super "shy" to push it further.
is he upset?
you sighed, the ache in your ribs refusing to go away, it pressed against your lungs, making it hard to breathe.
you pulled one hand out and rubbed your chest, fingers pressing over your heart like that would somehow ease the strange, suffocating feeling inside.
after class, you stood by your locker, stuffing books into your bag when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you chose to ignore it.
another tap.
you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes but can't help to smile a little bit. you didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, you guessed he probably stopped acting nonchalant.
another tap.
"ni-ki!" you said excitingly, but instead of ni-ki, you found yourself staring at your wide-eyed classmate holding out your pencil case.
"you- you left this in class!" he stammered before shoving it into your hands then ran away.
the hallway got dead silent. dozens of eyes were staring at you, some students whispering, and others were just staring.
your stomach dropped and then, just when you thought the situation couldn't get worse, you caught sight of ni-ki who had stopped in his tracks after hearing his name from your mouth. he's just a few feet away, staring at you awkwardly.
a confused look appeared across his face for a second. then he scoffed, smiling widely before walking away.
you closed your eyes and swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around your pencil case. you shook your head and lightly bashed your head into your locker. "that's so embarrassing..."
later, you were staring at everyone's pictures stuck to the fridge.
you were just waiting for jake to finish getting dressed, when someone opened fridge door beside you, nearly making you jump.
ni-ki.
he didn't acknowledge you, he just grabbed a bottle of water and cracked it open, like you weren't even standing right there.
you pouted. he's so rude.
and when you turned to look at him again, you realized he was already watching you, even as he lifted the bottle to his lips.
your heart skipped then you quickly looked away, suddenly feeling nervous.
he smirked and before you could even process it, he was already stepping closer.
"hey…" you greeted, still nervous.
ni-ki then leaned in tilting his head before he kissing you slow and passionate as if he was savoring you. his lips were cold from the water, but he tasted so good, it's so right.
when he pulled away, the sound of your lips parting was loud, sexy, and intimate.
then you looked at his eyes, you started panting.
you panicked at the sound of footsteps approaching. you shoved ni-ki away, your face burning as you ran outside.
he watched you disappear with an amused smirk on his lips.
he turned back to the fridge just as jake walked in.
"where's y/n?" jake asked, adjusting his watch.
ni-ki grabbed another bottle of water and popped the cap off before shrugging, "i don't know."
you avoided everyone after that.
it was wrong. all wrong.
why did he do it?
and it's also wrong that you're thinking about it while on a karaoke date with your boyfriend.
"jake, i have to tell you something…"
he smiled. "hold on, i gotta sing this."
then started singing while looking at you, his voice warm and full of energy. he was so sweet, it made you want to cry.
it's always fun with him.
and on the way home, jake couldn't stop talking to you in English, excitedly rambling about random things. "i like that i have someone like you who i could talk to about this." he said, joked that he was tired of speaking with his friends.
you laughed softly. "well, i'm happy to listen."
jake smiled before tilting his head. "is it true? i remember ni-ki saying something like you don't like anyone touching you?"
you heart raced hearing his name but you forced yourself to stay calm.
"no, not really." you replied. "but it's not that i don't like it. i guess i just like it better when i'm really comfortable with someone."
jake stopped walking and stared at you. "look at you…"
you blinked. "huh?"
"you're already opening up to me."
you chuckled after feeling the warmth in his voice then he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.
you smiled weakly.
"i gotta warn you," he grinned. "i'm really clingy."
then you laughed, letting yourself be in this moment with him that you actually forgot about what happened with you and ni-ki.
you were hanging out with everyone but you only had your eyes on jake. you were laughing weakly, hands tracing his arm as you leaned into him. his touch was warm, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
ni-ki sat quietly across the room, watching. his jaw was getting tighter the longer he observe.
he had been patient, biting his tongue, but when you nearly stumbled forward in your drunken state, only for Jake to catch you with an amused chuckle, ni-ki finally had enough.
"hyung," he said abruptly, standing from his seat. "she needs to go home."
you blinked, your laughter fading as you turned to look at him and alcohol made it hard to focus but you still managed to send him a hazy glare, eyes narrowing.
jake frowned as he glanced at ni-ki. "oh, is that so?" he raised a brow, clearly entertained by ni-ki's sudden concern.
ni-ki didn't back down, he wasn't playing games. "yeah." he said, his tone unwavering. "she's too drunk."
jake gave him a confused look. you're with him, your boyfriend. so what?
"hey, woman. should i tell your mom you're drinking?" ni-ki asked you.
then jake chuckled, brushing his fingers soothingly over your back. "okay," he murmured, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. "i'll come see you tomorrow, alright?"
ni-ki exhaled through his nose, stepping forward as if ready to take you himself. jake noticed but didn't react, only smiling softly as he helped you up.
and since he's too drunk as well, he asked ni-ki for help.
he held your arm carefully. "take care of my girl." he said lightly, as if provoking ni-ki.
but ni-ki didn't respond, he just led you forward. he sighed, adjusting his grip on you as you swayed slightly against him.
it was cold outside so you were practically glued to him, your fingers clutching at his sleeve because if felt like you'd float away if you let go.
why did jake let you drink this much?
"ni-ki..." you called out, "kiss me again." you said suddenly, soft but insistent.
ni-ki stiffened, halting for a moment. his grip on your arm tightened as he let out a slow breath. "you're drunk," he muttered.
"i can't stop thinking about it..." you admitted, stopping in your tracks and looking up at him with big, glossy eyes.
he clenched his jaw, clearly fighting himself. "you'll never ask or tell me that when you're sober, right?" he smiled.
you giggled, leaning closer, swaying again. "because i'm smart when i'm sober."
ni-ki scoffed, rolling his eyes. "right. and you're real dumb right now, huh?"
and instead of answering, you grabbed at his sleeve again, tugging like a stubborn child. He groaned, clearly exasperated, but there was no real bite to it.
"stop moving so much," he muttered.
but you just pouted at him. "kiss me," you whined, repeating your words.
ni-ki let out a long sigh, like he was actually debating whether to listen to you or throw you over his shoulder and carry you home.
but he gave in, leaning down and pressing a long, firm kiss to your forehead.
you wanted it on the lips but you immediately melted, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your arms around his waist. his arms came around you too, pulling you in even closer.
next day in class, you were back to being yourself again, as if you hadn't been all cheeky, clingy, and asking ni-ki for a kiss last night.
he leaned back in his chair, watching you from across the room as you quietly wrote in your notebook, acting like nothing had happened.
he got up, grabbed a chair, and dragged it beside your desk, resting his head on the surface. "why are you still here?" he asked.
"i'm waiting for jake." you answered simply, not looking up.
ni-ki rolled his eyes before he pulled out his phone and texted jake.
ni-ki: she's waiting for you.
jake: omg, i forgot. my head still hurts.
clicking his tongue, ni-ki set his phone down and looked at you. you were still writing, completely unaware. "you look dumb."
you laughed it off, brushing off his bluntness like you always did.
"do you wanna go to our house? he's there."
you paused before finally looking up at him. "he's… not coming, is he?"
ni-ki nodded. "sorry."
you shook your head quickly, forcing a smile. "it's fine. not your fault. i've got things to do anyway."
he reached out and gave you a quick pat on the head. you blinked up at him in surprise.
"let's eat then i'll walk you home."
"huh?" you hesitated, blinking up at him.
he laughed. "you're gonna sit here all day looking dumb?"
you glared at him. "i said i have things to do."
ni-ki raised an eyebrow. "yeah? like what?"
you opened your mouth, then closed it, unable to come up with anything convincing.
"come on. let's go."
you pretended to think about it for a moment before finally standing up. "fine." you said, grabbing your things.
later that night, as you lay in your bed, your phone rang with an incoming call. it's jake.
"hello?"
"did you get home safely?" he asked, yawning because he just woke up.
you sighed softly. "yeah, ni-ki walked me home."
there was a pause before jake let out a small scoff. "ni-ki… that kid…"
you frowned. "what?"
"he's not gonna take you away from me, right?"
your eyes widened slightly. "that's ridiculous..." you muttered, your voice quieter than you expected.
jake hummed. "i should confront him."
"wha-"
"i'm kidding, i love that guy..." he laughed. he added, "i miss you..."
you rolled onto your side. "i wish that was true."
jake laughed again, a little softer this time. "of course it's true. i'll make it up to you, i gotta go now."
you chuckled. "okay, bye."
he hung up, leaving you staring at your screen.
he's not gonna take you away from me, right?
you pulled out your phone and typed a message.
you: i should thank you.
ni-ki: hell yeah.
ni-ki: jk, it's good :p
you smiled, shaking your head.
you: you want coffee or something?
ni-ki: what's the something?
you: anything you want.
then moment passed before he responded.
ni-ki: bet. see you.
you stared at your screen for a while, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before you sighed, locking your phone.
and when you and ni-ki were finally alone, he quickly shut the door behind him, locking it with a soft click.
you watched as he took off his jacket, tossing it aside. you gulped, "so- so… do you want something?" you asked, your chest rising and falling with excitement and anticipation as he slowly walked closer.
"yeah, i want this…" he panted, cupping your cheeks before pressing his lips to yours.
you gasped against his mouth, your hands gripping onto his arms as you kissed him back. the familiar warmth of him, the way he tasted, the way he held you, it made your stomach flutter.
"i miss you, ni-ki." you murmured between kisses, barely pulling away before diving back in.
then he smiled against your lips. "i miss you too." he whispered, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. "you should say that more." he added.
you moaned softly in response, fingers tightening around the fabric of his sleeves.
this was so wrong.
your body was longing for ni-ki.
his hands began to wander as he pressed his body on top of yours, you could feel how much he wanted you with the evidence of his arousal hard against your thigh.
"ni-ki," you whimpered, tilting your head as his lips trailed down your neck. he nipped and sucked, but not enough to leave marks.
"we shouldn't..."
"we- we shouldn't." he repeated, continuing his kisses on your skin as his hips began to grind against yours. the pleasure in the friction made you roll your eyes, hands coming up to tangle in his hair.
ni-ki's hands slid down to your ass, giving it a squeeze as he picked up the pace. you bit your lip to hold back a moan while feeling yourself growing wet already.
it felt so good, his strong body pinning you down.
"i want you," he panted, the movement of his hips were stuttering.
you nodded breathlessly, too far gone to protest.
he lifted you up slightly, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist which you did so eagerly, the new position allowing him to grind harder against your clothed cunt.
his thick bulge rubbed against you with each roll of his hips, you squeezed your eyes shut, really overwhelmed by sensation.
you were both groaning, moaning, and panting now, completely lost in the heat of the moment. his lips found yours again and you gave him sloppy kisses.
all thoughts of wrongdoing were forgotten because it was replaced by the all-consuming need to have ni-ki closer.
ni-ki adjusted his grip, one hand sliding between your bodies to palm at his straining erection through his pants. he groaned on his own touch, bucking into his hand.
"i'm gonna cum like this."
"hmm, i can't wait." he replied, kissing you.
your hips rolled shamelessly against him as you feel the pressure building, very tight in your core.
he was really going to make you cum just from this. just from dry humping him.
"ni-ki," you called out his name, fingers clutching at his shoulders. "i'm gonna-"
he panted, picking up the pace then he quickly slid his fingers in your underwear and started moving his hand skillfully.
"cum, y/n... i wanna feel you." his words pushed you over the edge and you came with a silent scream, convulsing in his arms, creaming all over his hands and you could feel the wet heat of it, soaking through the fabric of your pants.
for a moment, you just clung to him, coming down from your high.
then ni-ki had to go to the bathroom for a good five minutes. probably jerked off because he came out with a tired arm.
you both avoided his eyes, the reality of what you'd just done sinking in but ni-ki didn't seem to care, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead.
then you tried. you really did.
you rehearsed it in your head a dozen times, thinking of every possible way to say it. to tell jake the truth about you and ni-ki, about what's been happening.
but every time you tried, jake never gave you the chance.
you took a deep breath, gripping the hem of your sweater while sitting beside him.
you swallowed. just say it.
"jake, i need to talk to you about something." you started, voice steady despite the way your heart pounded.
he would interrupt you before you could even get another word out. asking about what to call each other, "do you prefer love? baby?"
"jake-"
his hands trailed up and down your sides, "ugh, it's been so busy lately, it’s driving me crazy."
your heart clenched.
"you love me, right?"
"what?"
he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of affection, it's making you feel so guilty you thought you might drown in it. "you love me," he repeated, more certain this time. "so whatever it is you're stressing about, it doesn't matter. we're good."
the courage to tell him was gone.
but ni-ki could tell something was off, jake was being distant.
they're really close, so he noticed right away how jake would leave the moment he would join them and how he barely acknowledged him. it wasn't obvious to everyone else, but ni-ki could tell.
though others noticed jake acting strange too but they brushed it off, not thinking too much about it.
does he know?
ni-ki's chest tightened at the thought.
he might be an adult now, taller than most of them, stronger even but these were still his friends, his brothers and despite everything, he still felt scared sometimes.
fuck.
the house was loud. music, laughters, banters and clatters of bottles as they knocked against the table.
some of the guys were already wasted, slurring their words, and their voices were overlapping each others as they rambled about the dumbest things.
jake is really really drunk, his head was already resting against the couch but still grinning as he took another drink.
somehow everyone ended up talking about relationships, sharing stories, teasing each other about past flings, you know, the usual drunk banter.
"bro, i mean..." he started, voice slightly slurred but still clear enough for everyone to hear, "fucking your friend's girl behind their back is really crazy, right?"
the room fell silent.
whatever's happening, all of it died instantly. everyone exchanged glances, awkwardly moving in their seats.
"why- what are you even saying?" Heesung laughed, his eyes were darting around the room as if trying to gauge the situation.
jake let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. "i'm just kidding!" he grinned, waving his hand dismissively.
the others forced out laughs too, brushing it off as another one of jake's drunken jokes but some were annoyed that he had to kill the vibe.
then the conversation slowly picked back up, though the energy wasn't quite the same.
ni-ki didn't laugh. he didn't even move.
and when jake and ni-ki were the only ones left in the kitchen.
he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before finally speaking. "hyung…"
jake scoffed, not even sparing him a glance. "what do you want, asshole?"
ni-ki clenched his jaw. jake's mad and he wanted to be mad too, he wants to throw something, to say something that would make jake lash out at him just so they could get this over with.
"i'm sorry." he said. that's all he could say.
jake let out a cold laugh. "keep that sorry and don't talk to me."
ni-ki swallowed, staring at him, searching for something. jake didn't look drunk anymore. he looked sharp and clear-headed like he had been waiting for this moment.
"you know i liked her first, right?" ni-ki said quietly.
jake went silent.
he had known before even meeting you. before anything had even started.
but he only smirked. "i guess you're too slow, ni-ki." he said, adding, "she's not leaving me so you should probably leave her alone."
"i can't."
jake knew. he knew what happened in this kitchen, he saw the way you looked at ni-ki when you thought no one was watching, he also knew what you've been trying to tell him and the truth was, he thought he didn't mind because he also loves ni-ki.
he believed and hoped that maybe you'd grow to love him the same way but i guess it's exhausting, and it's gonna hurt all of you if he let it continue.
"fuck you." he walked away, leaving ni-ki standing right there with his heart pounding and his head spinning.
jake was laying on your chest, his arms were wrapped around your waist while you were playing with his hair.
he was talking about something, one of his usual dumb stories where you wouldn't stop laughing.
"that's so stupid." you giggled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
he is stupid, cuddling, laying on his cheating girlfriend's chest...
jake started propping himself up, his eyes met yours and then he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
it was the first time he had ever truly kissed you. "jake?"
he didn't answer. his lips trailed down, pressing aggressive kisses to your neck, tightening his grip on your waist.
"j- jake…" you said as you tried to pull away.
"is this how ni-ki does it?"
your entire body tensed.
you pushed him slightly, sitting up with your heart hammering through your chest.
jake scoffed, he was angry, frustrated and... hurt. he leaned in to kiss you again.
and when he felt you weren't kissing him back, he pulled away with a quiet sigh.
"what did i do to deserve this?" he asked you.
you swallowed hard, tears forming in your eyes. "nothing. you did nothing…"
he forced a small smile and reached out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "sorry, y/n. i-"
you grabbed his hand, holding it tightly while tears slipping past your lashes. "no, i'm sorry..."
you didn't know what else to say. jake hugged you.
maybe it was your fault for saying yes in the first place and for letting things get this far despite loving ni-ki.
maybe it was ni-ki's fault for being a coward and only realizing what he wanted after he saw you in someone else's arms.
or maybe it was jake's own fault for falling for you despite knowing his friend had already set his heart on you.
he hugged you tighter, afraid that if he let go, you'd slip away completely.
jake took you somewhere, a quiet place with a beautiful view where you talked, you laughed, and where things felt okay.
then ni-ki showed up.
"hyung?" ni-ki called out, his voice was uncertain and despite calling his friend, his eyes locked with yours.
jake sighed, patting ni-ki's back with a chuckle. "you're so late."
"hyung…"
"it's okay, idiot. you go get her." he said, adding. "i'll leave you two."
ni-ki sat on the edge of the bench, his hands were resting on your waist as you stood between his legs, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.
he looked at you, unsure. "y- you're mine now, right?"
you nodded without hesitation.
relief washed over his face and he let out a quiet breath before resting his forehead against your shoulder. "ni-ki,"
he hummed.
"sorry for letting you go through that situation." you apologized.
ni-ki leaned back to look at you, "sorry too…" he cupped your cheek, tilting your face slightly before giving you a kiss. and when he pulled back, he brushed your hair away from your face. ni-ki stared for a moment, taking you in, your eyes, your lips, the way you looked at him now compared to before.
you ducked your head and buried your face in his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him again because you felt suddenly shy.
ni-ki chuckled at your reaction, his hands sliding around your back to hold you even closer.
he was already mentally preparing himself to be the other guy. like, really ready to sneak around and everything but luckily, jake is smart.
"you know," he laughed, "i figured i would have to be all stealthy, careful and sneaking out the back door but he figured it out right away." he said, joking.
you groaned in disbelief, burying your face in your hands.
"oh my god..."
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a/n: ni-ki is a snake T T and i hate you here. this was painful (cause i don't want to hurt jake) but fun to write. i didn't go crazy with the smut, i hope you'll like it <3
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄
STARRING ... SPIDEY!J. JUNGKOOK X READER
WORD COUNT ... 9.0K
SUMMARY ... in which jungkook realises his heart is caught in your web.
NOTES/WARNINGS ... PATHETIC KOOK ALERT!! cringefail!jungkook, mostly pure fluff. unrequited(?) love if you blink. slow burn(?). unresolved crush. idk i had a lot of fun writing this tho!! not proofread, so there may be mistakes 🫣
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jungkook doesn't know how to approach you.
he's seen you in passing countless times, walked your path because the two of you share the same class. he's considered saying hi, or asking if you need help with schoolwork, or literally doing anything else other than following you and staring like a creep.
the only genuine interaction the two of you have had was during freshman year when jungkook asked you to point out the lecture hall for chemistry, and you laughed and told him you were headed the same way — and just as lost as he was.
he thinks about that moment more often than he should. not because it was anything significant, but because it was the last time talking to you felt easy—effortless. before he let hesitation sink its claws into him, before he started overthinking every glance, every opportunity to speak.
now, jungkook just watches from a distance, caught somewhere between curiosity and cowardice. he wonders if you remember that day at all, if you ever think about him in passing the way he does you. probably not. he wouldn’t blame you.
still, the thought lingers. maybe tomorrow, he tells himself. maybe tomorrow he’ll say something.
jimin always makes fun of him for it, saying he’s fought villains before and yet one girl makes him shy?
“bro, you’ve literally been thrown through a building,” jimin snickers, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth. “but god forbid you say hi to a girl in your chemistry class.”
jungkook rolls his eyes, staring down at his untouched burger. he doesn’t pay jimin’s teasing any mind—he never does. it’s easy for jimin to talk; he’s never had to hide a whole second life, never had to balance midterms with stopping armed robberies. he doesn’t get it.
(though, to be fair, jimin is right. jungkook has gone toe-to-toe with some of the worst criminals in the city. yet somehow, the idea of talking to you makes his palms sweat.)
“it’s not that simple,” he mutters, picking at the edge of his tray.
jimin snorts. “right, because saying ‘hey, what’s up?’ is way harder than getting launched off a bridge.”
jungkook groans, dragging a hand down his face. he doesn’t have a good rebuttal for that. mostly because jimin’s right, and he hates that.
“it’s different,” he insists, even though it really isn’t.
jimin raises an eyebrow. “how?”
jungkook opens his mouth, then closes it. then opens it again. “because—” he starts, but the words get stuck in his throat, tangled up in excuses that don’t make sense even to him.
jimin grins, sensing victory. “you’re scared of her,” he sings, dragging out the last word obnoxiously.
jungkook scowls. “i’m not scared of her.”
“you so are,” jimin laughs. “like, imagine this. you’re mid-battle, bad guy’s got you in a chokehold, and suddenly—boom! it’s her. she’s watching. do you still pull your usual show-off stunts, or do you fumble and get your ass kicked?”
jungkook doesn’t answer.
jimin gasps, slapping the table. “you’d fumble.”
“i would not.”
“you so would.”
jungkook glares at him, but it’s weak. because, again, jimin is right. jungkook has had guns pointed at his head, has dodged death more times than he can count, but somehow, the thought of you seeing him trip over his own feet is what keeps him up at night.
jimin waggles his brows. “just talk to her, dude. it’s not that deep.”
but it is. it is that deep. because talking to you is different. talking to you is real, not some masked-up alter ego that people only half-believe in. and if he messes up as spiderman, he can hide behind the suit. if he messes up as jungkook—well.
there’s no hiding from that.
jungkook stabs at his fries with unnecessary aggression. “it’s not that simple,” he mutters again, knowing full well jimin won’t let it go.
“bro, it’s literally that simple,” jimin says, leaning back in his chair like he’s exhausted by the sheer weight of jungkook’s awkwardness. “just go up to her, say—i dunno—‘hey, you dropped this’ or something, even if she didn’t. instant conversation starter.”
jungkook squints at him. “so, lie?”
“not lie,” jimin corrects, “strategically mislead. big difference.”
jungkook exhales through his nose. “you are the worst person i know.”
“and yet, i’m the only person willing to help your pathetic ass,” jimin grins, stealing one of jungkook’s fries.
jungkook should be used to this by now. the teasing, the dramatic reenactments of how he supposedly looks when he freezes up around you (jimin does this thing where he goes stiff as a board and stares blankly into space—it’s completely inaccurate, by the way). but today, it gets under his skin more than usual. maybe because he knows he’s been avoiding this for way too long.
“whatever,” jungkook grumbles, shoving jimin’s hand away from his tray. “it’s not like i have time for dating, anyway.”
jimin rolls his eyes so hard his whole body moves with it. “oh my god, it’s not about dating. just be normal for once. be her friend. say more than two words to her that aren’t ‘thanks’ or ‘sorry’ when you accidentally bump into her in the hallway.”
jungkook hates how easily jimin reads him. it’s not like he hasn’t considered all of this before. but the thing is—he’s not good at the whole “normal” thing. he doesn’t know how to balance both sides of his life, how to let himself want something outside of the web-slinging and late-night bruises.
because what if he lets you in, and you see everything? what if you see the real him, and you don’t like what’s underneath?
“just think about it,” jimin says, shoving back from the table and tossing his empty tray onto the pile near the trash. “but not too hard. your brain might overheat.”
“ha ha,” jungkook deadpans.
but later, when he’s walking home with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he thinks about it. he thinks about it way too hard.
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today is the day. jungkook is going to do it. he’s going to walk up to you, give you his biggest award-winning smile, and he’s going to ask if you want to study together.
he’s going to do it. he’s going to do it.
he’s not going to do it.
because now you’re here—actually here, walking straight toward him, completely unaware that he’s been psyching himself up for this for the past fifteen minutes.
his heart stumbles over itself.
he keeps walking, like a normal person. normal people walk. normal people breathe. normal people don’t panic just because the girl they like is getting closer with every step.
you’re looking at your phone, scrolling absentmindedly, your brows pulling together in a way that makes jungkook wonder what you’re thinking about. your bag is slung over one shoulder, earbuds in, and you look—god, you look good. not in some over-the-top, magazine-cover way, but in the kind of way that makes his stomach feel weird and his feet feel heavier than they should.
he was not prepared for this.
his brain short-circuits. every pre-planned conversation starter he practiced disappears into the void. his feet slow down before he can stop them.
he’s close enough now that he could just say something. one word. one syllable. literally anything.
you look up.
jungkook stops breathing.
and then, like the complete disaster he is, he stops walking altogether.
which is unfortunate, because you don’t.
he realizes his mistake half a second too late, just as you get close enough that you nearly crash into him. nearly—because at the last second, you sidestep smoothly, like it’s no big deal, like you totally meant to almost collide with him just to keep things interesting.
and then you smile.
“oh! hey, jungkook!”
your voice is bright, cheery, like this is just another normal interaction between two normal classmates, not the catastrophic event jungkook’s body is currently treating it as.
his brain goes static. you said his name. you’re smiling at him. did you always smile at him like that? did the hallway lights always make you look this—
“you okay?” you ask, tilting your head. “you kinda just froze.”
jungkook blinks. Words. Say words.
“I—uh.”
good start. solid foundation.
you don’t seem fazed by his awkwardness. instead, you just grin and shift your bag higher on your shoulder. “what’s up? where are you headed?”
this is it. this is his chance. the perfect opportunity to say something cool, something casual, something that doesn’t make him sound like he’s barely holding it together.
jungkook swallows. “library.”
…right. just one word. like a total weirdo.
but somehow, you don’t seem to notice, nodding along like that was a perfectly normal response. “same! i have a psych paper due, but i was procrastinating, so now i have to power through. you too?”
jungkook should say something. something about school, or studying, or—oh, right, the reason he even stopped you in the first place.
ask her to study. ask her to study.
his mouth opens. what comes out instead is:
“you look… happy.”
he immediately wants to throw himself into the sun.
you laugh—this surprised, airy sound that makes jungkook’s chest feel tight. “thanks? i try.”
he nods. good. cool. nailed it.
(jimin is going to clown him so hard for this.)
you shift your weight, still standing in front of him like you’re actually waiting for him to contribute something meaningful to this conversation. like he’s capable of that right now.
“so,” you continue, oblivious to the fact that jungkook’s brain is actively short-circuiting, “are you studying for midterms, too? or just, like, catching up?”
this. this is his moment.
just say it, he tells himself. it’s so easy. just ask if she wants to study together. worst-case scenario, she says no, and you move on, and you never speak again, and you have to drop out of school and move to a remote island where no one knows your shame—
“yeah,” he blurts out. not an answer to your question, exactly, but something.
your smile doesn’t waver. “cool, cool.” then, as if the universe is giving him the easiest possible setup: “wanna study together?”
jungkook’s entire soul leaves his body.
because—what? what?? that was supposed to be his line. that was the whole plan. but now you’re standing there, looking at him expectantly, like this is a totally casual, no-big-deal offer.
he should say yes.
he should absolutely say yes.
“uh.”
your head tilts. “you don’t have to,” you add quickly, as if you think he’s the one who might not want your company. “i just figured, y’know, since we’re both headed there anyway…”
this is so much worse. now you’re giving him an out, and if he hesitates any longer, he’s going to look like an idiot. more than he already does.
“yeah,” he says, a little too fast. “i mean, yeah. let’s—uh. let’s do that.”
you beam, like this is the best news you’ve heard all day. “awesome! let’s go.”
then you turn, start walking, fully expecting him to follow.
and jungkook?
jungkook thinks he might actually die.
not from a supervillain attack, not from getting thrown off a building—no, it’s worse than that. he’s dying because you just asked him to study, and now he has to actually go through with it.
he forces his feet to move, catching up to your side, even though his entire body feels like it’s running on autopilot. this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. he was supposed to be the one taking the initiative, proving to himself (and to jimin, unfortunately) that he could be normal about this.
instead, he’s trailing after you like a lost puppy, barely keeping up with the conversation.
“so,” you say, tucking your phone into your bag, “what class are you studying for?”
jungkook opens his mouth—then immediately panics because he didn’t think this far ahead. he is studying, technically, but he didn’t have a specific subject in mind. his only plan was talk to you and try not to embarrass himself.
which—so far? not going great.
“uh, chemistry,” he says, because that seems like a safe bet.
you hum in acknowledgment. “oof, rough. is it that professor who hates everyone?”
“yeah,” jungkook lies, because sure. why not.
you wince sympathetically. “brutal. hope you’re not failing.”
jungkook lets out a weak laugh. hope you’re not failing. If only you knew the things he actually had to juggle on top of school. But no big deal—he can totally pretend to be a normal college student for a couple of hours.
the library comes into view, and suddenly, it hits him—he’s about to spend an actual study session with you. at the same table. breathing the same air.
“you good?” you ask, shooting him a curious glance.
jungkook clears his throat. “yeah. just—uh. mentally preparing.”
you snort. “for studying?”
“yeah.”
you shake your head, laughing. “you’re a little weird, huh?”
jungkook nearly chokes.
but you don’t say it in a bad way. you’re smiling as you say it, like you find it endearing. like it doesn’t make you want to walk away. jungkook has no idea what to do with that.
jungkook has no idea what to do with that.
his brain is still buffering by the time you step through the library doors, pushing them open with ease, like this is just another regular day for you. like you didn’t just tell him—straight to his face—that you think he’s weird.
and that you don’t seem to mind.
he follows in a daze, letting the cool, quiet atmosphere of the library settle around him. there are plenty of empty tables scattered throughout the study area, but you don’t hesitate, making a beeline for a spot near the windows. sunlight spills over the wooden surface, and you plop your bag down like you’ve claimed this space a hundred times before.
“this seat good?” you ask, pulling out a chair.
jungkook nods dumbly. “yeah. good.”
(good? what does that even mean? why does he sound like he just learned how to talk?)
you don’t seem to notice his internal struggle. instead, you pull out your laptop, sliding into the chair with the kind of ease that makes him jealous. how are you so normal about this? why does it feel like this is just a casual, no-pressure situation for you, while jungkook is actively fighting for his life?
he sits down, trying to regain control over his body. trying to focus on literally anything other than the fact that he can smell the faint scent of your shampoo from here.
(focus, he tells himself. be normal.)
you glance at him as you open your laptop. “do you need to charge anything?”
jungkook blinks. “huh?”
you gesture toward the outlet beside the table. “your laptop? phone? charger?”
right. yes. because normal people bring chargers to study sessions. normal people actually bring their school stuff.
slowly, with the painful realization that he is so unprepared for this, jungkook unzips his backpack and stares into the absolute void of nothingness inside.
no laptop. no charger. no notebook.
just… snacks. and, for some reason, an extra pair of gloves.
his stomach sinks.
you peer over curiously. “uh—did you forget your stuff?”
(lie. lie, you absolute idiot.)
“yeah,” jungkook says, forcing a laugh that does not sound normal. “guess i left it at home.”
you blink at him. then, without missing a beat, you shrug. “that’s fine! we can just share.”
his brain nearly explodes. “what?”
you gesture toward your laptop. “i mean, if you’re studying chemistry, i have my notes from last semester. we can go over them together?”
together.
as in, sitting close. looking at the same screen. existing in the same breathing space.
jungkook swallows. he is not ready for this.
but somehow, he forces his legs to move, pulling his chair closer so he can see your laptop screen. the metal legs scrape lightly against the floor, the sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet library, but you don’t seem to care.
you rest your elbows on the table as your laptop boots up, fingers tapping absently against the keys. “so, chemistry,” you say, glancing at him with a playful smirk. “you’re totally failing, huh?”
jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, hoping it doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels. “i mean. define failing.”
“oh my god.” you laugh, shaking your head. “yeah, okay, you definitely need this.”
your screen flashes on, illuminating your face as you navigate to your files. but jungkook isn’t looking at your notes.
because just before you click away, his eyes catch something else.
an open tab. a news article.
Spider-Man: Hero or Menace? City Officials Weigh In.
his heart jumps straight into his throat.
he doesn’t mean to react—doesn’t mean to tense up, doesn’t mean for his fingers to curl against his jeans—but it happens before he can stop it.
you don’t notice right away, too busy sorting through your documents. “i think i have an old study guide in here somewhere,” you mumble, scrolling. “oh! do you wanna—”
then you pause.
jungkook can feel the exact second you realize where his attention is.
you glance at the screen, then back at him.
“oh,” you say, blinking. “you’re a spider-man fan?”
he should lie.
he should lie, laugh it off, make some offhand comment about how everyone is at least a little curious about the city’s masked vigilante.
but his throat feels tight, and his brain is still processing the fact that you—of all people—were reading about him.
his hesitation must look weird because you tilt your head, smiling lightly. “i mean, i don’t blame you. he’s kind of cool, right?”
(kind of cool.)
jungkook swallows. “uh. yeah. i guess.”
you glance at the article again, then back at him. “i was just skimming,” you say, like you feel the need to explain yourself. “some people in class were talking about him, and i realized that i don’t actually know much about him, so—” you gesture vaguely at the screen, “—research?”
jungkook’s head is spinning. “research,” he echoes.
you nod, chin resting in your palm. “it’s kinda crazy, though. no one even knows who he is.”
he forces himself to breathe. to relax. to be normal.
“yeah,” he says, voice even. “crazy.”
you huff out a laugh. “what do you think? hero or menace?”
jungkook blinks. “what?”
you nod toward the article, eyes bright with curiosity. “the headline. do you think he’s a good guy? or is he, like, actually sketchy?”
he should say something neutral. something vague. something that won’t give him away.
but for some reason, looking at you—sitting there, genuinely wondering, genuinely curious—he can’t stop himself from asking:
“what do you think?”
you blink, surprised by the question. but you consider it, eyes flicking back to the screen as you chew on your bottom lip.
then, finally, “...i think he’s just trying his best.”
jungkook’s stomach flips.
you shrug, scrolling absently through the article. “i mean, yeah, the whole vigilante thing is kinda illegal, but—” you pause, then shake your head, like you’re struggling to find the right words. “i don’t think he’d do all this if he didn’t care, y’know? like, he doesn’t have to help people. but he does anyway.”
you turn back to jungkook, smiling softly. “so yeah. i think he’s a good guy.”
jungkook is silent.
because suddenly, sitting here, right next to you and hearing you say that—
he’s pretty sure you just turned him into an even bigger mess than he already was.
jungkook doesn’t know what to say.
he just sits there, staring at you, heartbeat in his ears, hands curled into fists beneath the table.
he’s just trying his best.
he swallows hard. you have no idea.
but you don’t seem to notice his internal crisis, already clicking away from the article, pulling up your notes like this conversation didn’t just make his brain short-circuit.
“okay, so, chemistry,” you announce, stretching your arms over your head before settling in. “i have, like, three different study guides, so take your pick.”
jungkook is still trying to remember how to function as a person.
he clears his throat, shifting in his seat, eyes flicking away from you as if that will help him not think about what you just said. “uh. yeah. sure.”
you hum, scrolling through your files. “oh, also—before i forget.”
he glances up. “huh?”
you flash him a grin. “you should totally tell me your opinion on spider-man sometime.”
jungkook chokes.
he should’ve seen that coming.
his reaction is immediate—too immediate, too obvious, and you blink at him like you weren’t expecting that much of a response.
he forces himself to play it off, coughing into his fist. “uh—why?”
you tilt your head, amused. “you just seemed interested, that’s all.”
interested? yeah, that’s one way to put it.
you shrug, tapping at your keyboard. “not now, though. we’re totally studying. no distractions.”
(no distractions. funny.)
jungkook nods, gripping his pencil a little too tightly. “right. studying.”
but as you start explaining your notes, flipping through equations and diagrams, jungkook isn’t paying attention.
because all he can think about is the way you looked when you said it.
like it was obvious.
like you didn’t even have to think twice.
"i think he’s a good guy."
yeah.
he’s so not ready for this.
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the next time jungkook sees you, he’s in the suit.
he doesn’t expect to find you all the way across town, so far from campus—especially not here, where the streets are rough and the people are meaner. and he definitely doesn’t expect to see you sprinting full-speed down the sidewalk.
his stomach drops. and then he sees why.
before he can think, before he can second-guess, his body moves on instinct.
jungkook swings down without hesitation, landing hard on the pavement just a few feet ahead of you. the second you see him, you skid to a stop, sneakers screeching against the concrete.
“whoa—” you breathe, wide-eyed, chest rising and falling from the sprint.
but jungkook isn’t looking at you. his focus is already behind you, on the two men barreling toward you from the other end of the street.
he doesn’t think. doesn’t hesitate.
his web shoots out before they can get any closer, yanking the first guy clean off his feet and sending him crashing into a lamppost. the second guy isn’t any smarter—he reaches for something in his jacket, but jungkook is faster, spinning and kicking the guy square in the chest before he even has a chance to react.
it’s over in seconds. too easy.
but the part jungkook wasn’t prepared for—the part making his heart pound harder than the fight itself—is you.
because when he finally turns back around, you’re still standing there, staring at him like you’ve just seen a ghost.
he swallows. he should leave. he should web them up, say something cool, and leave.
instead, he says, “you good?”
you blink at him. your breathing is still uneven, adrenaline still high, but... you smile.
“yeah,” you say, nodding. “that was… really cool.”
jungkook has been shot at before. he has been punched through windows, thrown into walls, nearly crushed by collapsing buildings. but somehow, this—you, standing there, grinning at him, eyes bright—is what almost knocks him on his ass.
he clears his throat, trying to regain control of his entire existence. “uh. yeah. just—y’know. doing my job.”
you huff a laugh. “well, thanks for that.”
(you’re thanking him. you’re actually thanking him.)
jungkook knows he should leave. he knows this.
but instead, his eyes flick to your bag, then back up to your face.
“what are you even doing here?” he blurts.
you blink, surprised by the question. “uh. getting very nearly robbed, apparently.”
jungkook exhales sharply. great. real smooth.
you shake your head, adjusting your strap. “i was just picking something up for my friend. obviously didn’t think that one through.”
jungkook doesn’t say anything, just clenches his fists at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t been here. if he hadn’t been on this side of town tonight.
“seriously, though,” you continue, tilting your head at him. “you okay?”
jungkook freezes. “what?”
“you just… looked kinda tense for a second.”
his brain short-circuits. because what kind of person almost gets mugged and then asks if their rescuer is okay?
he shakes his head, stepping back, forcing himself to get it together. “yeah. i’m good.”
you don’t look convinced. but you nod anyway, shifting on your feet.
“…guess this is where you do the whole mysterious-hero thing and disappear, huh?” you joke lightly.
jungkook should.
he needs to.
but he hesitates.
because for the first time, standing here, watching you look at him like this, he wonders. if he took off the mask right now...
would you still look at him the same way?
jungkook needs to leave. he should web up the guys groaning on the pavement, throw out a quick “stay safe,” and disappear into the night like he always does.
but he doesn’t.
because you’re still looking at him. really looking at him. and for some reason, that makes it impossible to move.
he swallows, gripping his fingers into fists at his sides. don’t be stupid. don’t linger. don’t let yourself wonder.
his fingers twitch.
he almost—almost—reaches up.
but then you sigh, shaking your head with a small, amused smile. “well, thanks again, spider-man,” you say, rocking back on your heels. “i should probably get going before more weirdos show up.”
just like that, the moment shatters.
jungkook blinks, the weight of reality crashing back in.
right. spider-man.
not jungkook. not a guy who shares your chemistry class, who has spent so much time psyching himself up just to talk to you like a normal person.
just a masked stranger you’ll forget about by morning.
he exhales, finally forcing himself to take a step back. “yeah,” he mutters. “probably a good idea.”
you nod, gripping the strap of your bag. “guess i’ll see you around?”
jungkook hesitates. he shouldn’t answer that. he shouldn’t make promises. but then—because he’s apparently the biggest idiot alive—he hears himself say,
“yeah.”
your lips twitch, eyes flicking over him one last time. and then, without another word, you turn and walk away.
jungkook watches you go, his chest tight, his heart pounding like he just walked out of a fight.
and that—the way he feels right now, standing frozen in the middle of the street, watching you disappear around the corner—is more terrifying than anything he’s ever faced.
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after that first time, jungkook just keeps running into you.
you’ve been caught up in a gas station robbery. your train got derailed. been a victim in three separate mugging attempts.
either you’re trying to manifest him showing up, or you might actually be the unluckiest person jungkook has ever met.
and the worst part?
you don’t even seem bothered.
the first couple of times, sure—you were a little shaken up, a little breathless, wide-eyed and gripping your bag like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. but by the fourth time he drops out of the sky to save you, you barely even flinch.
“oh,” you say, blinking up at him as he lands in front of you, cutting off yet another guy who thought it would be a great idea to corner you in an alley. “you again.”
jungkook stares. you again?
he webs the guy’s wrist before he can bolt, yanking him forward just enough to knock him out cold with one clean punch. then, once the guy is down and sufficiently tied up, he turns back to you. arms crossed. head tilted.
“...okay,” he says slowly. “you have got to be doing this on purpose.”
you snort, shaking your head as you adjust your bag strap. “oh, totally. i go wandering through crime-infested areas just hoping you’ll show up.”
he points at you. “see? that’s exactly what someone who’s doing this on purpose would say.”
you just roll your eyes, amused. “do you think i want to be constantly in danger?”
jungkook narrows his eyes. “...i don’t know. do you?”
you laugh—actually laugh—and something about the sound makes his stomach do something weird and annoying.
“trust me, spider-man,” you say, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. “if i had it my way, you and i would never be seeing each other again.”
for some reason, that makes his chest tighten. he should let it go. he should web this guy to a fire escape for the cops to find and leave. but instead, he hears himself saying, “what were you doing here, anyway?”
you blink. “going home?”
“through an alley?”
“it’s a shortcut.”
jungkook throws up his hands. “it’s also where people get mugged!”
you squint at him like he’s being dramatic. “not all the time.”
jungkook lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “oh my god.”
you snicker. “relax. i’ll take the long way next time, okay?”
he doesn’t believe you. not even a little bit. but he can’t exactly force you to change your entire route home.
he exhales, shaking his head. “if you say so.”
you smirk, tilting your head. “aww, do you worry about me, spider-man?”
jungkook nearly chokes.
“what— no. no, i—” he shakes his head aggressively, backing up like that will help him recover. “i worry about the crime rate.”
you nod, way too entertained. “right. of course.”
he glares. “i do.”
“sure, sure.”
he groans, already regretting everything about this conversation.
and then—because he really needs to get out of here before he embarrasses himself any further—he steps back, flexing his fingers before shooting out a web.
but just before he swings away, he hears you call out:
“see you next time, spider-man.”
he freezes.
because that almost sounded like a promise.
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“dude.”
jungkook sighs. “no.”
“dude.”
“jimin, no.”
“duuuude.” jimin is vibrating in his seat, practically buzzing with excitement as he leans across the cafeteria table. “you know what this means, right?”
jungkook takes an aggressive bite of his sandwich, staring him down. “that i have terrible luck?”
jimin gasps dramatically, clutching his chest like jungkook just personally offended him. “terrible luck? bro, are you hearing yourself? this isn’t bad luck—this is literally fate.”
jungkook makes a face. “it’s really not.”
“okay, so let’s go over this one more time,” jimin says, ignoring him entirely. he starts ticking off on his fingers. “you meet this girl in class. you like her. but you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it—”
jungkook glares. “thanks.”
“—and then, suddenly, the universe just keeps throwing her in your path. over and over and over again. and not just in normal, everyday ways—no, no, no. she gets into highly dangerous situations that just so happen to require your heroic intervention.”
he wiggles his fingers dramatically. “it’s like magic.”
jungkook takes another bite, chewing slowly. “or, and hear me out—maybe she just has bad luck.”
“bad luck doesn’t land you in the same masked superhero’s path five different times,” jimin says, slapping his hand on the table. “this is literally the plot of, like, half the romcoms i’ve ever seen.”
jungkook groans, dropping his head onto the table.
“you’re actually insane,” he mumbles into his arms.
“insanely right,” jimin corrects, grinning.
jungkook lifts his head just enough to squint at him. “you’re telling me that if you got randomly mugged three times in the span of a month, you’d consider it romantic?”
jimin shrugs. “depends on who’s saving me.”
jungkook groans again, slumping further into the table.
jimin, unbothered, just leans in closer. “look, bro, all i’m saying is—you clearly have some cosmic connection to this girl. so use it.”
“use it?” jungkook repeats, deadpan.
“yes. as in, maybe instead of waiting for her next near-death experience, you actually talk to her for real.”
jungkook scowls. “i have talked to her.”
jimin makes a face. “you’ve talked to her as spider-man. that doesn’t count.”
jungkook hesitates.
because… yeah. he has technically talked to you. but barely as himself. hardly without the mask. and the worst part?
he kind of likes it that way.
because spider-man isn’t awkward. spider-man doesn’t trip over his words, or overthink every interaction, or panic every time you smile at him.
spider-man is confident. quick. easy.
but jungkook? jungkook is an absolute mess.
he presses his lips together, staring down at what’s left of his sandwich.
jimin watches him, expression shifting slightly. “look,” he says, voice a little softer now. “you don’t have to do anything. but… don’t you think it’s a little crazy that she keeps showing up in your life like this?”
jungkook doesn’t answer.
because yeah.
it is crazy.
but what’s even crazier is the way he already knows this isn’t the last time it’ll happen.
jimin squints at him. “wait, hold on.”
jungkook braces himself, because he knows that look. that’s the i’m about to make your life hell look.
“didn’t you guys, like… study together once?” jimin asks, tilting his head.
jungkook shifts uncomfortably. “uh. yeah.”
jimin slaps the table. “exactly. so that means you already had an in.”
jungkook sighs, rubbing his temple. “what’s your point?”
“my point is,” jimin says, voice heavy with dramatic exasperation, “you had a perfectly normal, non-life-threatening interaction with her before all of this. meaning, you had every opportunity to follow up—y’know, send a text, sit next to her in class, act like a human being.”
jungkook stares at his sandwich, avoiding eye contact.
jimin’s grin sharpens. “...so?”
jungkook exhales, slumping back in his seat. “i, uh… didn’t actually talk to her again,” he mutters.
jimin blinks. “after studying?”
jungkook nods, already regretting admitting anything.
jimin’s jaw drops. “not once?”
jungkook shrugs helplessly. “i was gonna, but then—”
jimin points an accusatory finger at him. “but then you saved her as spider-man and decided that totally counted as interacting with her, didn’t you?”
jungkook opens his mouth. closes it. scratches the back of his neck.
jimin gasps.
“oh my god,” he says, full-body flopping back in his chair. “you absolute loser.”
jungkook groans. “i know.”
“no, you don’t know, because if you did know, you would have done something about it.”
jungkook buries his face in his hands.
“i tried, okay? but it’s—” he groans, dragging his hands down his face, “—it’s just easier this way.”
jimin levels him with the flattest look imaginable.
“easier?” he repeats. “easier how?”
jungkook hesitates. because if he says it out loud, then it’s real. but jimin is staring at him, waiting, and—well.
he’s already lost his dignity at this point.
“…spider-man is cool,” jungkook mutters finally, eyes glued to the table. “spider-man doesn’t get nervous, or embarrass himself, or say dumb shit and then want to throw himself off a building.”
jimin snorts. “oh, buddy. that’s cute. you think you haven’t embarrassed yourself?”
jungkook glares. “shut up.”
jimin is grinning now, full and unrestrained. “bro. do you realize how weird you probably sound to her? imagine getting rescued by the same guy five times in a row and every time he acts progressively more awkward about it.”
jungkook groans. “i hate you.”
“no you don’t,” jimin says, smug.
jungkook drops his head onto the table again. because, unfortunately, he’s right.
jungkook groans into the table. “okay. fine. let’s say you’re right—”
“i am right.”
“—and i have been weird about it—”
“super weird.”
jungkook lifts his head just enough to glare. “jimin.”
jimin grins, unrepentant. “continue.”
jungkook exhales sharply, scrubbing a hand down his face. “whatever. what am i even supposed to do now? just waltz up to her in class and pretend i haven’t been awkwardly saving her from disaster every other week?”
jimin shrugs. “yeah.”
jungkook stares. “you cannot be serious.”
“why not?” jimin says, stealing a fry off jungkook’s plate. “you already know she’s cool. she doesn’t freak out around you, she doesn’t think spider-man’s a menace, and she definitely isn’t scared of you—”
jungkook scoffs. “yeah, because she doesn’t know it’s me.”
jimin points at him with the stolen fry. “exactly! you have nothing to lose!”
jungkook squints. “that’s not how that works.”
jimin waves him off. “look, bro. i love you. i do. but you overthink literally everything.”
jungkook frowns. “i do not.”
jimin gives him a look so flat it could be legally classified as a murder weapon.
jungkook shifts. “…okay, sometimes.”
jimin nods approvingly. “glad we’re on the same page.” he shoves the fry into his mouth before pointing at jungkook again. “so, let’s think about this logically.”
jungkook groans. “oh, now we’re thinking logically?”
jimin ignores him. “you already know she likes talking to spider-man. you’ve literally heard her say she thinks he’s a good guy. and you also know she was cool with studying with you before you started avoiding her like a total dumbass.”
jungkook winces. “ouch.”
jimin grins. “so, what does that tell us?”
jungkook crosses his arms, scowling. “that i’m a dumbass?”
“correct. but more importantly,” jimin leans forward, voice going annoyingly dramatic, “it means you’re already in.”
jungkook blinks. “what?”
jimin gestures vaguely. “she already likes you. not just spider-man, but you-you. maybe she doesn’t have a crush or anything—”
jungkook’s face burns at the mere mention of the possibility. “dude—”
“—but at the very least, she doesn’t hate you,” jimin finishes, undeterred. “so, all you have to do is act normal for once in your life, and maybe—maybe—you can stop making things harder than they need to be.”
jungkook stares at him.
jimin stares back.
“…that’s it?” jungkook asks, skeptical.
jimin shrugs. “that’s it.”
jungkook exhales.
because—okay. maybe it does make sense. maybe he is overcomplicating things, like he always does. maybe he really is just making his life ten times harder for no reason.
but then he thinks about actually doing it—about sitting down next to you again, about saying hey like it’s nothing, like he hasn’t been a complete coward for weeks.
and suddenly, he’s panicking all over again.
“…okay,” he mutters. “sure. i’ll talk to her.”
jimin beams. “hell yeah.”
“eventually.”
jimin’s smile drops. “no.”
“yes.”
“jungkook—”
jungkook shoves the rest of his sandwich in his mouth and stands up. “gotta go, bye.”
“jungkook, don’t you dare walk away from me—”
but jungkook is already halfway across the cafeteria, ignoring the way jimin’s voice follows him, loud and accusing.
because, yeah.
maybe he’ll talk to you.
but eventually sounds a hell of a lot safer than right now.
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it turns out you end up talking to him first.
jungkook barely has time to process the end of the lecture before you’re suddenly there, standing next to his desk, shifting on your feet like you’re nervous about something.
which is weird.
because you’re never nervous. not when you were nearly mugged, not when a guy pulled a knife on you, not when you looked spider-man in the eye and grinned at him like it was just another Tuesday.
but now, standing here, looking at him?
you’re fidgeting.
and jungkook’s brain immediately starts malfunctioning.
“hey,” you say, voice a little softer than usual.
jungkook stares.
then, realizing that yes, this is real, he forces himself to swallow the dumb why are you talking to me that nearly slips out.
“uh. hey,” he says instead.
you shift your bag higher on your shoulder. “so, um.” you clear your throat, glancing around the emptying lecture hall. “this might be kind of random, but… do you, uh. know anyone who tutors?”
jungkook blinks. “tutors?”
you nod, still looking strangely hesitant. “yeah. for chemistry.”
chemistry.
the subject he lied about needing help with.
jungkook can feel the irony punching him directly in the face.
but beyond that, beyond the fact that he is absolutely not qualified to help you with this, there’s something else creeping into his mind.
the fact that you came to him.
out of everyone in this class—hell, out of everyone on campus—you chose to ask him.
his stomach flips.
it has to be fate, right? this is too much of a coincidence. after all the near-misses, after all the nights he spent convincing himself to just talk to you already—you end up coming to him first?
it doesn’t feel real.
but you’re still standing there, watching him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
jungkook swallows. “uh. yeah. i mean, i—” he clears his throat, scrambling to make his voice sound normal. “i can ask around.”
your shoulders drop a little, like you were bracing for rejection. “oh. cool. yeah, that would be great.”
you pause, glancing at him, hesitant. “and, um… if you hear of anyone good, could you maybe… let me know?”
jungkook nods so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. “yeah. of course.”
your lips curve into a soft smile. “thanks, jungkook.”
his breath stutters.
(oh, he is so screwed.)
and then, just like that, you wave and disappear out the door, leaving him sitting there in the empty lecture hall, gripping his desk like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
he doesn’t move for a solid minute.
his heart is still hammering, his brain is still catching up, and all he can think is jimin is going to have a field day with this.
and jimin fucking does.
“you’re actually kidding me.”
jimin is staring at jungkook like he just confessed to being an alien.
they’re in jungkook’s apartment, controllers in hand, some game running on the screen—but jimin has completely forgotten about it, pausing mid-match to turn and gawk at him.
jungkook, on the other hand, is doing his best to act normal. which is hard, considering his entire life has just been flipped upside down.
“i’m not kidding,” jungkook mutters, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. “it happened.”
jimin lets out a loud, incredulous laugh, tossing his controller onto the couch. “so let me get this straight. you—who have been avoiding this girl like she’s an actual fire hazard—you were literally just sitting there, minding your own business, and she just walks up to you? and asks for a tutor??”
jungkook grits his teeth. “yes.”
jimin cackles, grabbing a pillow and whacking him over the head with it.
“bro, fate is spoon-feeding you a love story and you’re just sitting there like a fucking brick!”
jungkook groans, shoving the pillow away. “okay, first of all, relax. it’s not a love story.”
jimin scoffs. “it could be.”
“it’s not.”
“it could be.”
jungkook sighs aggressively, running a hand down his face.
jimin flops dramatically against the couch, shaking his head. “so? what did you say?”
“i said i’d ask around.”
jimin blinks. “you said you’d—” he stops, eyes narrowing. “...ask around.”
jungkook shifts. “…yes?”
silence.
“you idiot!” jimin yells, smacking his arm.
“ow!” jungkook jerks away, scowling. “what? what was i supposed to say?”
“literally that you could tutor her yourself!”
jungkook’s stomach flips. “i can’t tutor her, dumbass, i'm barely passing chemistry myself.”
jimin throws up his hands. “bro, she doesn’t know that! just pretend!”
“pretend?”
“yes! look up some notes, re-learn a few things, do what you need to do!”
jungkook shakes his head aggressively. “no way. i am not tutoring her when i don’t know shit.”
jimin levels him with a deadpan stare. “so instead, you’re just gonna, what? let her go find some other guy to tutor her?”
jungkook freezes.
jimin grins. “ah.”
jungkook clenches his jaw. “fuck you.”
“no, no, let’s think about this,” jimin continues, voice full of fake contemplation. “some dude, sitting real close, explaining things all smart and helpful. maybe he’s got nice hands. maybe he’s charming. maybe he’s better at chemistry than you—”
jungkook throws a pillow at his face.
jimin laughs as he catches it. “so? what’s the move, lover boy?”
jungkook scowls, but deep down, he already knows.
he sighs, letting his head fall back against the couch.
“…i’m gonna have to tutor her, aren’t i?”
jimin claps a hand on his shoulder, shaking him with excitement.
“yes, you absolutely are.”
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jungkook hasn’t seen you in days.
which is weird, because ever since this whole thing started, you’ve been everywhere. in class, in study sessions, in the middle of very questionable situations that require his immediate intervention.
but now?
now, you’ve just vanished.
he’s checked the usual places—your usual seat in lecture, the library, even the coffee shop on the corner where he thinks he saw you once. nothing. no sign of you anywhere.
he doesn’t know why it bothers him so much.
(yes, he does.)
but he pushes it out of his mind. or at least, he tries.
because right now, he’s got other things to focus on—like swinging through the city at just the right angle to catch the breeze, flipping effortlessly between buildings, scanning the streets for trouble.
except there is no trouble. not tonight. it’s weird. quiet. almost peaceful.
and then he sees you.
not running. not being chased. not clutching your bag like your life depends on it.
just… standing there.
paintbrush in hand, clothes speckled with color, entirely focused on the massive mural in front of you.
jungkook nearly crashes into a building.
he just barely manages to recover, swinging onto a rooftop ledge, crouching down to watch from a safe distance.
because what the hell?
you’re supposed to be in a classroom. or getting into some ridiculous situation that requires his immediate assistance. not this. not standing in the middle of an empty lot, surrounded by paint cans, filling an entire wall with streaks of blue and gold.
you look… calm.
you step back, tilting your head at your work, lips pursed in thought. then, with a small nod, you dip your brush into another color and go right back to it.
jungkook stares.
because somehow, in all this time, in all the chaotic ways he’s seen you before—he’s never seen you like this.
focused. steady. completely lost in something you love.
he exhales, watching the way the city lights catch in your hair, the way your brows pinch slightly when you concentrate.
for once, he doesn’t have to worry about saving you.
for once, he just gets to watch.
before he can help himself, jungkook is swinging down.
it’s instinct, like muscle memory—one second, he’s crouched on the ledge, watching from a safe distance, and the next, he’s mid-air, descending toward you before his brain can even catch up.
he lands a few feet away, boots hitting the pavement with a soft thud.
you don’t even flinch.
just glance over your shoulder, brush still poised against the wall, and say “hey, spider-man.”
jungkook freezes.
because—what?
no startled jump, no wide-eyed what the fuck?, no immediate questioning of why a masked vigilante just casually dropped into your art session. just… hey, spider-man. like he’s some guy from your lecture hall, like you expected him to show up.
his brain malfunctions. “uh.”
you smirk, finally lowering your brush. “you always this quiet?”
jungkook clears his throat, scrambling to pull himself together. “uh—no, just… wasn’t expecting you to be so—” he gestures vaguely, “—chill about this.”
you tilt your head. “should i not be?”
“i mean, most people don’t just greet me like i’m their next-door neighbor.”
you hum, considering. “well, most people don’t run into you five times in a row, either.”
jungkook exhales sharply. “true.”
you grin, then turn back to your mural, wiping your hands against your paint-stained hoodie. “so,” you say, glancing at him. “what brings you here? crime’s looking pretty low tonight.”
jungkook falters.
because yeah. crime is low. there was literally no reason for him to come down here. he just saw you. and… well.
you smile knowingly, like you can see the wheels turning in his head. “you were watching me, weren’t you?”
jungkook chokes.
“what— no. no, i—” he shakes his head aggressively, backing up like that will help him recover. “i was patrolling.”
you arch a brow. “patrolling from a rooftop directly above me?”
he groans. “oh my god.”
you laugh, bright and easy, and jungkook swears his entire world tilts for a second. “relax,” you say, dipping your brush into a new color. “it’s kind of flattering, actually.”
jungkook short-circuits. “it’s what?”
you just wink. “so, you sticking around, or was this just a quick check-in?”
jungkook should leave.
he knows that.
but then you turn back to your mural, completely at ease, completely unbothered by the fact that you’re casually talking to spider-man like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
and jungkook, against all logic, against all common sense, sits down on the curb.
“guess i’ll stick around.”
you glance over when you hear him sit, eyebrows raising slightly. but you don’t question it, don’t make it weird. just hum, like this is normal, like masked vigilantes dropping into your painting sessions is a completely regular thing.
jungkook doesn’t know what to do with that.
you dip your brush into another color, dragging long, confident strokes across the wall.
for a while, neither of you speak.
it’s… oddly comfortable.
jungkook watches, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted as he tries to figure out what you’re painting. it’s not quite clear yet, but the colors blend together in a way that makes his chest feel weirdly tight. like something about it is important.
finally, he clears his throat.
“so… what is it?”
you pause, glancing at him before looking back at the wall. “not sure yet.”
jungkook squints. “you’re not sure?”
you smirk. “it’s a process.”
he huffs a soft laugh. “so you’re just winging it?”
“more like… feeling it out,” you correct. you step back, tilting your head, eyes scanning over the patterns of color like you’re looking for something only you can see.
jungkook doesn’t know why, but that makes sense.
for a while, he doesn’t say anything else. just watches as you paint, as your hands move with purpose, as you fill the blank spaces with something real.
and then, before he can stop himself, “why do you do it?”
you pause, brush still hovering over the wall.
jungkook feels his stomach drop. “uh—you don’t have to answer that, i was just—”
“because it’s mine.”
he stops.
you’re still looking at the mural, voice calm, steady. “it’s something i can make real. something i can create, and leave behind, and know it’s mine. even if someone paints over it later.”
jungkook stares at you.
because, for some reason, that hits him in a way he wasn’t prepared for.
he doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything. just watches as you pick up where you left off, like you didn’t just shake something loose in his chest. and that’s when it hits him. this is the first time he’s ever spent time with you without worrying about saving you. the first time he’s seen you just be.
and it’s terrifying.
because suddenly, jungkook isn’t sure what scares him more.
the thought of you getting hurt again, or the thought of you never looking at him the way you look at spider-man right now.
jungkook hates this. hates the way his stomach twists every time you look at him—at spider-man—like this. open, unguarded, like you trust him. like he’s someone worth trusting. hates the way he wants you to keep looking at him like that.
because he knows this isn’t real. or at least, not fully real. not like it would be if it were him sitting here beside you, mask off, just jungkook.
(but would you even talk to him if you knew?)
he exhales slowly, pressing his palms against his knees. you don’t seem to notice his internal crisis, still completely focused on your painting, eyebrows furrowed just slightly in concentration.
“you’re staring,” you say after a moment, not looking away from the wall.
jungkook jolts. “what? no, i’m not.”
you smirk, finally glancing at him. “you totally are.”
he crosses his arms, tilting his head at you. “you want me to lie?”
“i want you to at least try to be subtle about it.”
he scoffs. “okay, and what exactly am i supposed to be staring at? the back of your head?”
“or my art.” you gesture to the mural dramatically. “y’know, the thing that’s actually interesting here.”
jungkook huffs a quiet laugh. “yeah, okay. so what’s it supposed to be now?”
you step back, surveying your work. “dunno.”
he stares. “so you still don’t know?”
you shrug. “told you. it’s a process.”
jungkook exhales, shaking his head. “yeah, well. not every process ends up making sense.”
“maybe not right away,” you say, glancing at him. “but eventually.”
eventually.
the word sticks in his head, clinging to something deeper, something he doesn’t want to think about right now.
so instead, he sighs, shifting to stand. “well, don’t get mugged while you’re doing your whole process thing.”
you grin. “what, no more rooftop patrols?”
“depends,” he says, adjusting his gloves. “you planning on wandering into any more dark alleys?”
you pretend to think about it. “maybe. depends on the shortcut.”
jungkook groans. “i hate you.”
you just laugh, waving your brush at him in a mock salute. “see you next time, spider-man.”
jungkook’s fingers twitch.
he should leave. but instead, he lingers—just for a second. because for the first time, he knows something you don’t. he knows he’ll see you again. not just like this, not just as spider-man, but as himself.
because eventually isn’t good enough anymore.
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hy6erion · 3 days ago
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Ughhh I need another Jaymelvik fluff x fem reader, like them cuddling and taking care of eachother (especially after work),just the thought is so cuteeee.
𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 - 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐕𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
✰⍣..𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.
⇢ 𝐧𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬
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The golden glow of Piltover’s streetlights filtered through the grand windows of Mel’s estate, casting long shadows over the luxurious sitting room. A gentle breeze rustled the sheer curtains, carrying the faint scent of rain from the bay. It had been another long day at the Council Hall, another round of exhausting discussions, debates, and, in Jayce’s case, a fair share of exasperated sighs.
But finally—finally—they were home.
You barely had the chance to kick off your heels before strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Jayce buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as his broad chest pressed against your back.
“Missed you,” he murmured, voice heavy with exhaustion.
You let out a soft hum, leaning into him, your hands resting over his. “You saw me all day.”
Jayce huffed a little laugh, squeezing you tighter. “Yeah, but you were too busy being all professional and important.”
A quiet chuckle sounded from the chaise lounge, where Mel sat with her long legs elegantly crossed, a glass of red wine in hand. “He pouted every time you spoke to someone else,” she teased, swirling the liquid in her glass.
“I did not,” Jayce protested, finally letting you go.
Viktor, who was perched on the armrest of the lounge, shot him an amused glance over his book. “You absolutely did.” His accent thickened slightly with fatigue, and the way he rubbed his temple told you he had a migraine brewing—no doubt from overworking himself in the lab again.
You sighed and crossed the room, gently plucking the book from his hands. “That’s enough reading for tonight.”
Viktor made a weak sound of protest but didn’t argue when you nudged him to shift so you could sit beside him. As soon as you were settled, he rested his head in your lap with a weary sigh, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers found their way into his soft auburn hair.
Jayce, not one to be left out, dropped onto the couch beside you and stretched an arm along the backrest, letting his fingers lazily play with the ends of your hair.
Mel observed the scene with a smirk, finishing her wine before gracefully standing. “I suppose I’ll have to be the responsible one tonight.”
Jayce groaned. “Mel, don’t leave, you’re the only thing keeping this from becoming a full-on dogpile.”
She hummed in thought before walking over, her silk robe slipping slightly off her shoulder as she moved. “I suppose I could stay—if someone fetches me another glass of wine.”
“I’ll get it,” Jayce offered immediately, springing up with surprising energy for someone who had been grumbling about exhaustion just moments ago.
Viktor cracked one eye open. “Amazing how quickly he recovers when there’s a chance to impress.”
Mel smirked and took Jayces abandoned spot on the lounge, stretching out with the elegance of a lounging cat. You let out a soft laugh, your fingers still threading through Viktor’s hair. He made a pleased noise at the sensation, pressing slightly into your touch.
“Mm, I should overwork myself more often,” he murmured, voice drowsy.
You tsked, lightly flicking his forehead. “No, you shouldn’t. I swear, you work yourself into the ground just to have an excuse to be spoiled.”
His lips curled into a knowing smile, but he didn’t deny it.
Jayce returned with a fresh glass of wine for Mel, dropping back onto the couch with a sigh. He stretched out, slinging an arm around you while his other hand found Viktor’s shoulder, giving it a warm squeeze.
“Alright, I say no more talk about work,” Jayce declared. “No council drama, no lab experiments—just us.”
Mel took a slow sip of her wine, considering. “A bold proposal. What do you suggest we do instead?”
Jayce smirked, leaning in closer to you. “Cuddles.”
Viktor snorted. “You make it sound so romantic.”
“I happen to think cuddling is very romantic,” you said, pressing a kiss to Viktor’s temple before turning to nuzzle against Jayce’s shoulder.
Jayce grinned triumphantly. “See? She agrees.”
Mel exhaled dramatically, setting her glass aside before settling herself against the cushions. “Fine. But I get to be in the middle next time.”
Viktor huffed a quiet laugh. “We are nothing if not fair.”
Content warmth spread between you all, limbs tangled as exhaustion finally began to melt away. Jayce’s hand lazily stroked your arm, while Mel’s fingers traced absent-minded patterns along your thigh. Viktor, half-asleep in your lap, let out a pleased sigh whenever your nails gently scratched his scalp.
The weight of the day faded, replaced by the quiet comfort of being wrapped up in each other. No responsibilities, no expectations—just warmth, laughter, and the unspoken promise of another tomorrow, together.
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wolvietxt · 2 days ago
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Could you write alexandria era Daryl and reader where his gf is insecure about being "unattractive" and that daryl could get any girl he wanted (even if daryl would never believe that lol) ? love you fics xx
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DARYL wasn’t used to hearing you cry.  
sure, you got teary-eyed sometimes - when you were overwhelmed, when someone did something unexpectedly kind, even during a few of the stories he’d told you about merle when you’d asked - but this? this was different.  
this was quiet. not the kind of crying where you let it out, but the kind where you were trying to hold it in.  
he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, hands gripping the blanket like you were grounding yourself. your head was ducked low, hair hiding your face, but your shoulders trembled just enough for him to notice.  
his chest tightened.  
"what’s wrong?"  
you stiffened at his voice, hurriedly rubbing at your face before looking up. your eyes were red-rimmed, your nose a little pink, and you were smiling - like you could just pretend nothing happened.  
"nothing," you said quickly, voice a little too light.  
he frowned. "sure don’t look like nothin’."  
"i’m fine, daryl."  
his eyes narrowed. "nah. somethin’ happened. what is it?"  
you inhaled sharply, like you were bracing yourself, then shook your head. "it’s stupid."  
he stepped closer, boots scuffing against the floor. "you know i don’t care."  
your fingers twisted into the blanket, and for a second, you just stared at your lap. then, so quietly he almost missed it, you muttered, "sometimes i just don’t get why you’re with me."  
daryl blinked. the hell?  
his frown deepened, confusion flickering in his eyes. "what?"  
"it’s just…" you exhaled shakily, not looking at him. "you could have anyone."  
daryl stared, brows furrowing like he hadn’t understood the words.  
"what the hell are ya talkin’ about?"  
you swallowed hard. "you’re - " your voice wavered, and you looked away. "you."  
his scowl deepened. "yeah, and?"  
"you’re - " you gestured vaguely, like that explained everything. "you’re… good-looking."  
he actually flinched.  
"what?"  
"you are, daryl," you said, voice small. "and i’m not. and sometimes, i just… i don’t understand why you’d wanna be with me when you could have - "  
"stop."  
his voice was rough, immediate.  
you startled, looking up at him with wide eyes.  his jaw was clenched, his hands twitching by his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them.  
"first off," he said gruffly, "i ain’t good-lookin’."  
you opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.  
"second," he continued, "i couldn’t have anyone. never could."  
you frowned. "yes you could, daryl. if you wanted to - "  
"don’t wanna," he snapped, frustrated.  
you flinched, and his face instantly softened. he exhaled hard, rubbing the back of his neck.  
"don’t want anyone else," he muttered. "only ever wanted you."  
your heart clenched, but doubt still gnawed at you. "why?"  
he scowled again. "why not?"  
"because - " your voice caught. "because i just don’t see what you see."  
daryl huffed, shaking his head. "ain’t ‘bout what you see. it’s ‘bout what i see."  
his voice softened, his hands finally moving - one tilting your chin up, the other brushing your hair away from your face.  
"and what i see?" his thumb traced your cheek, his voice so damn sure. "prettiest damn girl i ever laid eyes on."  
your breath hitched.  
he wasn’t saying it just to say it. daryl didn’t lie.  
"you’re just sayin’ that," you whispered.  
his expression darkened, fingers tightening just a little, like he was annoyed you’d even think that.  
"don’t say shit i don’t mean," he muttered. "ain’t never been good at that."  
your lip trembled. "but - "  
"no but," he cut in. "ya think i’d be here if i ain’t want ya? think i’d waste my damn time if i ain’t love ya?"  
your stomach flipped. he didn’t say that often - not in words, anyway.  
"love ya more’n anything," he murmured. "don’t give a shit what you think you look like. you’re mine and you’re cute as fuck."  
a small, broken noise slipped from your throat, and daryl reacted instantly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. you clung to him, burying your face in his shoulder as the rest of the tears spilled out.  
he held you tighter, murmuring, "ain’t goin’ nowhere."  
and you believed him.
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