#how about a little bit of panicking? or denial? confusion? no

[cultivating-wildflowers]

was waffling on if I wanted to push through the very clunky opening of this Christian indie spec-fic book I was reading, so I popped over to the negative reviews on goodreads

and that's all I need to know

[sxtaep]

THE HATING GAME - JJK

working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.

pairing — jungkook x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count — 7.2k

warnings/tags — lawyer!jk x lawyer!reader, enemies2lovers, dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, provocation, insults, petty arguing, vague mentions of murder/strangulation, jealousy, teasing, lying, denial, tension x100, improvisation, touching, so much sarcasm, explicit smut, light bondage, grinding, neck kisses, nipple play, tit slapping, begging, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m and f receiving), cunnilingus, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, tongue fucking, dick slapping (face), edging, crying, slapping (like once), spanking, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), light pain kink, finger sucking, angry fucking, creampie, making out, cum eating, post-nut clarity, both very lost and confused by the end.

paired with this edit made by yours truly 🤭

a/n: hello and welcome to jahanara feeding into her office romance fantasies pt98583616 😭 please enjoy this very long and drawn out piece (similar to illicit desire) but more detailed, more descriptive and can be read as a stand-alone.

if you came from tiktok, hello and welcome to the dark side 😁 enjoy the long-awaited lawyer!jk au!

btw this fic has nothing to do with the book/movie called ‘the hating game’ the name just fit this ok 🙄

“We need to talk,” Jungkook’s voice causes your chest to falter as he enters his office, waiting for you to enter before shutting the door behind you and making home on the seat behind his desk.

“We can’t do this case.”

If you could burst out laughing right now, you would, but this was a professional work environment, “You invite me into your office, distracting me from my own work, just to tell me something I already know?” You make yourself comfortable in the seat opposite his, paying him a fake smile, “I don’t know why you’re panicking, we can easily get out of this. We can just say we have too much on our plate to take on a new case. There, done,” you shrug, leaning back in the seat without a care in the world.

Mr Jeon, your boss, thought it’d be a good idea to pair you up with Jungkook to work on a class case.

Why he’d even make that decision was beyond you. Neither of you got along well, trying too hard to one-up each other, spewing insults back and forth like there was no tomorrow. Failure to work well together in this case, you were both threatened with temporary suspension.

“Yeah, you’re forgetting one thing,” he says.

“What’s that?”

“My dad owns the fucking place.”

Yeah, your boss happened to be Jungkook’s dad, and honestly, it wasn’t such a bad thing. He was treated the same way as the other employees, sometimes a bit worse when it came to you.

You were his favourite employee, the absolute star of his team.

“He’s handed our current cases to another attorney so we can focus on this,” Jungkook groans, getting out of his seat to pace around your office as if he were going through a midlife crisis. He halts after a little dilly-dallying, “We should just take the suspension.”

"Pardon you, but I've got bills to pay, and I can't be having that suspension show up on my job record," you try to reason with him, but Jungkook didn't look very convinced. "Think about it this way…” you trail off, leaving your seat behind your desk to head over to him, standing confident in front of him, “When you're suspended, you're pretty much fired for an unfixed period.”

You were willing to work with Jungkook, just to get this whole thing out of the way, and there was only one way to get him on board.

Provoking him.

“I’m sure the Jeon Jungkook doesn’t wanna get suspended by his own daddy, right?” you taunt him, your voice getting quieter with each word.

Jungkook knew you were messing with him, and hated how you actually got under his skin, but with a defeated sigh, he agrees, “Fine, let’s win this case. How about we work on it over at your place? I’m sure you’ve got no plans for the weekend,” he scoffs, cocking a brow at your overly-confident form.

“I actually have a date this weekend,” you shrug, turning your back towards him ready to take your leave. “We can work on it later tonight, I’m leaving now.”

A date? There’s no way…

Jungkook is quick to rush to the door, blocking you from opening the door just as you reach out for the door knob. His arms were extended out to his sides, stopping you from leaving.

He needed to know who this guy was and why the hell he would go on a date with you of all people. “A date? Someone actually wants to sit and have dinner with you?” he questions, like it was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. “He’s gotta be deaf or blind.”

Now, with shit like this, you’d walk away, but Jungkook rendered you trapped in his office, “Listen you conceited asshole,” your index fingers goes to jab at his chest and you have to force yourself to ignore how built he was under his shirt, “I don’t like you. Never have, never will. We’re all a bit different outside of work but I’ve restricted you from seeing that side of me because you don’t deserve it.”

It was a simple and truthful explanation, you hated Jungkook beyond words, neither of you had a relationship outside of the firm. Your work persona would definitely not attract a guy with how much of a workaholic you were.

You needed this date, as a break from all the hardships these cases brought you.

Jungkook pondered your words carefully. Maybe he was a bit iffy about not having a relationship with you outside of work, he didn’t wanna be just a “work colleague” or that “annoying guy from work. He had way too much pride for that.

“Now if you could please stop hogging the door, that would be great. I don’t think I wanna spend another minute with you in your office.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” Jungkook sneers as he steps away from the door. It doesn't even register to either of you that this could be counted as an argument. How easily you both bumped heads with each other would have to come to a stop now that Mr Jeon was keeping a keen eye on you two.

As the day comes to night, you were still locked away in your office, reading away at your newly appointed case details and taking brief notes. The details were… gory to say the least, and exceptionally hard to read, but being a lawyer, you’d gotten used to it, having read the worst of the worst during your career. It was pretty much a skill to read such gruesome and ill details of murders, kidnappings and assaults with a straight face.

You were lucky not to be the only one reading up on gore so late at night, Jungkook waltzing through your office without knocking (as he always did) with a cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t say a word and instead sets the cup on your desk and takes a seat opposite you.

You thought you were seeing things.

Jeon Jungkook buying you coffee? That’s a first.

You don’t say anything, reaching out for the cup and bringing it close to your lips, about to take a sip, but you stop.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

As the man was getting comfortable in his seat, he deadpans, “Seriously? What am I, five?”

“Mmm, you act like it,” you mumble, shrugging your shoulders and taking a sip of the coffee anyway.

Thankfully, you were still up and alive.

“Have you had a look at the case yet? It’s a lot of information,” Jungkook says absentmindedly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he propped his feet up onto your desk; a move you’d witnessed on so many occasions, you’d gotten too tired to reprimand him for it.

You set the cup down and speculate over the mess of paper on your desk with a sigh, “Yeah.. I think it might be the hardest we’ve gotten yet.”

You pull out a photo of the crime scene from under the file, sliding it towards him.

It was a very clear image of strangulation on the victim, faded blood and marks of red around the victim’s neck.

All caused by his own father.

“So what are we? Defence or Prosecution?” You’d usually decide this part on your own, but you wanted to hear his thoughts first and ensure he was on the same page as you.

“Easy,” his eyes dip down to your desk, analysing the photo, “We’re defence,” he decides with no hesitation, pulling on his tie to loosen it slightly around his collar.

“What? You wanna go Defence? Seriously?” You thought prosecuting would be the most obvious route to take seeing as the evidence pointed towards the father of the victim being the obvious murderer.

“I spoke with Jimin about it earlier and he also thinks Defence would be the easier route for us.”

“Oh, so it’s just Jimin’s word against mine now?” you arch a brow at him, tilting your head to the side, awaiting a bullshit answer from him.

From the tone of your voice, Jungkook knew you were slowly getting worked up, and quite frankly, there was too much at stake to be arguing when the case hadn’t even started yet. “You know what, we’ll be the Prosecution if it shuts you up.”

As long as you got what you wanted.

“So who’s taking you on a date this weekend?”

Jungkook’s sudden question surprised you. You couldn’t think of one valid reason as to why he cared.

“Um, you probably don’t know him, but his name is Jung Hoseok—”

“—I know him.”

Of course Jungkook knew him; the pair went to law school together but parted ways after Hoseok got a job as a district attorney in the states.

He only returned a couple years back after becoming a legal director at their opposing law firm.

You regretted giving away Hoseok’s name. Now that Jungkook, your absolute nemesis, knew your potential love interest, he was probably planning to absolutely shit talk you to stop you from finding love to feed his bitter self.

“I know Hoseok pretty well, actually. He’s not really fit to be a boss if I’m being honest,” Jungkook recalls, remembering many times back in law school when leadership roles in team activities were up for grabs and Hoseok would always steer clear of them. “Surprised he’s willing to date a bitch,” he snickers, waiting for you to cuss him out.

“Listen, you’re tired, I’m tired, I don’t wanna talk about who’s a bitch and who’s fit enough to be a boss… and it’s definitely not you.”

“Oh yeah? What does Jung Hoseok have that I don’t?”

“Compassion, respect, authority, control, not to mention, he’s quite the attractive man,” you shrug with a sly smile, continuing to boast about Hoseok and at the moment, Jungkook was regretting even asking in the first place.

He could be all that and more.

“But our relationship isn’t very deeply rooted. We’re not in love or anything, we’ve only been on one date so our relationship is at the minimum right now.”

Jungkook didn’t ask for a dramatic reading of your relationship, and he’d just about heard enough, “Yeah, whatever. Can you cook? You should cook for us this weekend. You know, get the brain juice flowing or whatever it’s called,” he stands up abruptly, stretching his arms above his head before heading over to your couch, slouching against the material as he looks over at you, awaiting an answer.

“Why would I cook for someone I hate?”

“You don’t hate me,” he throws back at you, a sly smirk adorning his features, “You pick fights with me and always get competitive, because when you overcome me, it makes you feel better about yourself.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, pondering his words a little.

Maybe he was right to an extent. Nothing felt better than being put against each other and reigning victorious. Everyone in the firm knew how competitive you both were and always steered clear of any kind of opportunity to compete with you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “Hmm… Maybe I might just have a thing for you, who knows,” you respond casually, shrugging your shoulders just to mess with him a little. “But that’s what you want, right? Another girl to fawn over you?” you taunt him, keeping your eyes trained on him as you recall the number of women that had bombarded your office earlier today after you were counted ‘lucky’ for working with Jungkook, ‘the most attractive guy in the firm.’

Now that made him fix his posture, sitting up for what could only be the most predictable thing he’d ever heard, “Oh my god, I knew it,” he laughs, almost demeaningly, “Everyone and their mum has a thing for me, you’re no different,” he shook his head in disbelief, a large grin spread across his face. “So that’s why you always argue with me, huh? Just so you can talk to me? That’s cute, especially since it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you question, slightly offended.

“Because it’s gonna be fun having the Y/N, my biggest competition, falling in love with me, Jeon Jungkook. Imagine all the headlines that would make.”

God, he’s so full of himself.

As much as you hated how egotistical he was, you wanted to continue your little play act, rising to your feet and walking over to Jungkook by the couch and once near enough, you grab the end of his tie, leaning down towards him and pulling him close to your face with a deceitful smile gracing your lips, “Oh Jeon… You’re so smart, I can’t believe you figured me out so quickly…” you whisper, voice as soft as ever and something Jungkook had never heard before.

He couldn’t deny, your hold on his tie was probably the most attractive thing he’d ever witnessed, but he would never flat-out admit it to you.

Jungkook lifts his hand to gently rest against your cheek, merely trying to see just how far you’d go to keep this act up, “Mhm, I bet you like where we are now, don’t you?” he teases, his voice dropping several octaves and matching the volume of what was once your voice, now barely there as your mind went blank and his eyes proceeded to dance between your lips and your eyes.

Your cheeks had heated up drastically under his touch and you weren’t expecting him to make a comeback like that, and you really weren’t prepared to take things any further, but your pride would take a major blow if you backed out now.

Besides, the setting was perfect for that kind of moment; a near empty building, alone in the office, lights dimmed down, both tired and stressed out..

Your lips were mere inches away from his own and you could’ve kissed him if you really wanted to, and maybe, maybe you did want to kiss him—

No, that was the tense air speaking.

Just improvise.

“Mhm, this is exactly what I wanted…” you whisper, giving his tie one last tug till your foreheads were touching, “But I’m sure your hand can make-do in better places, don’t you think?”

Jungkook’s brow twitches, and you almost miss it, but it was enough of a sign to let you know he wasn’t expecting you to keep up. It wasn’t a problem for him though, the man was just as stubborn and prideful as you were, there was absolutely no way in hell he was gonna back down.

Not until you do.

“And what about yours, Y/N?” he challenges, eyes briefly peering down at your hand still gripping on the end of his tie, “I bet you’re really skilled with your hands, aren’t you?”

The real fun begins when the hand that was once resting against your cheek, drops a little lower, making home over the dip of your neck and Jungkook could feel your skin burn under his palm.

Your heart was racing as you discreetly pondered what he meant by that and once you clocked on, your body had stiffened, but you needed to seem unfazed, “Of course I am, probably more skilled than you at this point,” you shrug, gesturing towards his hand near your neck.

If he had the balls, he’d touch you somewhere more scandalous.

“Oh, is that right? You wanna bring my hands further down then, Y/N?”

Jungkook was testing you and your patience. If he thought you were gonna pussy out, he was wrong.

Your left hand grabs onto his wrist, right hand landing flat against his chest as you pushed him back against the sofa, and without even thinking of your next move, you impulsively make home on Jungkook’s lap, straddling his thighs as you adjust yourself on top of him. He watched on, slightly shocked and a little amused at the lengths you were going through just to prove a point.

With your hand wrapped around his wrist, you drag his hand down your body, slowly reaching your chest and stopping, “How about this?” you whisper, your voice on the verge of the faltering.

“Could be better,” he shrugs nonchalantly, sitting up to pull his blazer off his body, leaving it elsewhere and going back to his previous position, “Try this…”

He begins to pull his tie off around his collar, leaving it beside him for later use and then reaching up to unbutton his white dress shirt until hints of skin peeked through, “It’ll be better if you touch me yourself, but I’m sure you already know that since you’re so ‘skilled,” he says, his hands resting over your hips.

How long was Jungkook gonna keep this up? You were running out of ideas and though this was all a game, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit turned on, but how couldn’t you? You were sitting on his lap, your near-skintight skirt rolling up your thighs and you were almost certain he could feel the slight throbbing between your legs.

With one hand placed on his shoulder, the other reaching down to slip your hand past his shirt, your palms making direct contact with his built chest, God, you’re all talk,” you roll your eyes, leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?”

Jungkook throws his head back, eliciting a low chuckle, eyes meeting yours again as his palms made home on your thighs, squeezing your flesh enough to warm himself up, “If we continue, this won't be a game anymore…” he trails off, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the growing pain of his hardening cock under his slacks, “I won't be able to stop,” he continues, knowing inside he wanted this too, but was more than willing to back off if you seriously didn’t wanna do this, “Is this what you want?”

Fuck, of course you wanted this. Your body needed an output, some kind of relief. Just this once, you were willing to set aside your differences for what, ten minutes of quick relief?

You adjust yourself on his lap, your lace-clad cunt snug above his growing erection and you could've sworn you almost moaned at the contact. "Can you feel that?” you whisper, referring to the throbbing between your legs. "Is that enough of an answer for you?"

"Jesus Y/N," Jungkook nearly groans at the closeness. If he continued this game, he would cross a line that would be hard to come back from, and he was willing and ready to deal with the consequences to come.

With one swift move, he rests his fingers under your chin, tilting your head to the side to make room for his lips to attach to your neck, gently sucking and biting along your untainted neck didn't whilst he kept you distracted by the new sudden feeling of his large hands rocking your hips back and forth over his erection.

You elicit a soft sigh, eyes coming to a gentle shut as you basked in the soft pleasure, your soaked-through panties bound to leave a mark of your mess on top of him.

Jungkook pulls away from your neck, leaning back to admire your state; your cheeks were flushed pink, hair a little messy and a sheer layer of sweat adorning your chest, resulting in your blouse sticking to your body and arched a brow at you, “Take the shirt off for me, will you?”

You don’t hesitate to oblige, unbuttoning your mesh blouse with your eyes solely focused on him, and it seemed Jungkook had the same plan to just stare you down as you pulled the material off your shoulders, your well hidden assets finally coming in to view and Jungkook’s breath had hitched in his throat.

He didn’t know what came over him, or if he was just high in the moment, but you looked absolutely unreal; a simple yet stunning black lace bralette over your chest, your cleavage on full show and and it was everything he’d imagined. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to just grab you, but Jungkook was a man of class (sometimes).

He gestured for you to remove the bralette and you did, hands reaching for your back to unclasp everything and let the material fall to your lap, freeing your tits right in front of his face and he was impulsively leaning in, briefly flicking his tongue over your hardened nipples before pulling away just to leave a ruthless smack over the expanse of your tits, revelling in the way your skin would redden and how your body would jump on top of him.

If he was feeling nice, he’d give in to you, give you exactly what you wanted, but to be frank, he wasn’t in a nice mood. He didn’t know if he hated you the way he did before all of this but God, was he gonna give you a piece of his mind..

Jungkook briefly slips his hand under your skirt and reaching between your legs, eager to feel just how soaked you were through your panties and boy, he was not disappointed.

Just mere talking and subtle teasing got you this riled up?

Clearly yes, your thighs were shuddering between his hand and you were almost embarrassed to be sitting where you were right now, “What are you waiting for?” you huff, frustration evident in your tone as you pulled yourself up to slip off your panties.

“I’m waiting for you to beg.”

“I’m not begging you—”

As soon as your panties were off, Jungkook was immediately pulling you back down onto his lap, now getting a real feel of your slick dampening his dress pants, “You’ll beg me, otherwise we can just wrap this up and call it a day…” he trails off, firmly gripping your hips as he pressed you down harder on his hardening cock, forcing a quiet moan to slip past your lips.

“Come on, Y/N… you know what you want, just tell me,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours and drinking in the irritation in them.

God, he loved irritating you.

Giving in just this once wouldn't hurt you, but you weren’t exactly the begging type of person, “I need your hands…” you manage to muster, your poor cunt practically leaking over his slacks.

“That’s not how you ask nicely,” Jungkook taunts you, throwing in a disappointed sigh, “Enlighten me, will you? How bad do you want them?” He leans back against the sofa, his hands rolling the hem of your skirt up over your thighs so he could have a clear cut view of your pussy, swallowing sharply once his eyes catch a glint of your flesh shining under the dim lights.

"Fuck you.." you grit. Jungkook stating the obvious was embarrassing for you; who would've thought Jeon Jungkook would be the reason for your desperation.

You could tell from the tone of his voice that he was enjoying tormenting you, and today was not gonna be the day you beg for him; you had far too much pride for that.

Instead of using your words, you grab ahold of his hand, guiding it down your body and between your legs. Once the pad of his fingers were against your clit, you wasted no time in rocking your hips against them. "I— I want your fingers inside me," you whisper against his ear, hoping he’d cut you some slack.

"Oh Y/N..." Jungkook shook his head disapprovingly. He quickly pulls his hands away to fetch his tie laying next to him on the couch.

You knew exactly where he was going with this and you were right; he’d grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your lower back, using his black tie to restrain your hands, and all you could do was shuffle on top of him, “I’d be careful when moving, wouldn’t want you to fall back,” he taunts you, a grin plastering his face as he pulled on the restraints one last time.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare you a minute to get used to the tie, his hand making home between your legs once again as he moved the pad of his fingers up and down against your swollen clit agonisingly slow, “Don’t you know your manners, Y/N? What happened to saying ‘please’ when you want something?”

You were falling apart on top of him, your hands clawing at nothing as you tried to remain composed. You felt absolutely hopeless, and giving in didn’t seem so bad right about now.

“I fucking hate you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, grinding yourself against his fingers seeing as his lace was too slow for your own liking, “Please, Jungkook…” it physically hurt you to say those words, feeling your cheeks swell up in embarrassment, “I wanna fuck myself on your fingers…”

Most certainly pleased by your answer, he doesn't waste any time, thrusting his index and middle finger into you so fast, a gasp was ripped from your throat. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Only a real slut would beg to get fucked by a guy she hates.”

His hands began to push in and out carefully, admiring your eventual fucked out state, "Fuck yourself on them, pretty," Jungkook instructs, gradually speeding up the rhythm of his fingers. "Or do you want me to curl them?"

It was a rhetorical question, already feeling him curl his fingers between your soft walls as you helplessly clenched around him.

It felt so good.

It was unfortunate your body was close to giving in, struggling to stay up on top of him but you tried to muster as much strength as you could to keep going, drowning Jungkook's digits in your slick as your hips moved up and down on his fingers at a similar pace to his wrist, “Jeon, I can’t..

"Oh? But you can argue with me, call me names, and make a fool of me in front of my colleagues?" Jungkook taunts, speeding up his fingers to a torturous fast pace that was sure to bring you closer to your high. "You can do all of that, but you can't fuck yourself on my fingers? What a pathetic bitch.”

He reaches behind you to untie the restraints binding your wrists together, letting the material drop to the floor behind you before he was picking you up and carrying you over to your desk, setting you down on the surface and pushing you to lie back ever so slightly as he dropped to his knees between your legs.

He split your legs apart, audibly groaning at the sight of your swollen pussy; clit peeking out and your tight hole desperately clenching around nothing. “Fuck�� Look at that desperate pussy..” he mumbles to himself, fixing your legs over his shoulders as he leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cunt.

A content sigh left fell from your lips as he used the tip of his tongue to toy with your sensitive bud, causing your thighs to shake around his head. The repetitive movement had your body tensing and the moans you’d been keeping to a minimum now at the max.

“So— so good..” you whimper, gazing down at him. With your hands free, they moved to grab at his dark locks, shoving his head further between your legs till you could feel his nose repeatedly nudging against your clit and good god, Jungkook would go to hell and back to drown in your pussy for eternity.

He let out a muffled groan, sliding his tongue between your folds and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it, but he needed to pull away if he wanted to live to experience that.

When Jungkook pulled away, you whined, but he wasn’t gone for long, suddenly delivering a harsh slap to your cunt that made your body jump and left your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It stung, but it felt so fucking good.

Pleased by your reaction, he did it again, this time only harder, “Oh, so Miss Lawyer likes getting her slutty pussy slapped?”

Before you could even respond, Jungkook was biting on his bottom lip, not wasting another second before he’d spat right over your aching cunt, forcing you to arch your back off the desk as he watched the bead of spit trail between your folds in awe.

He leaned in again, shoving his tongue into your aching cunt and feeling your walls clench around the wet muscle almost as if you didn’t wanna let go and he found it beyond amusing, pulling away almost immediately just to spite you as he stood up to tower over your body; mouth glistening from all the slick and you couldn’t deny he looked like a hot mess.

What you didn’t see coming, was Jungkook grabbing your face, slapping you one as he squished your cheeks within his hold, forcing your lips to pucker as he spat into your mouth, the mixture of his saliva and your slick seeping down your throat as you swallowed with no hesitation.

He chuckled deeply, “Should’ve known an A class whore like yourself was into this shit. What do you think the jury would think about that, huh?” He continues to tug on your face, forcing you to keep your eyes on him so he could watch you break down before him.

Jungkook pulls you up and off the desk, standing tall and confident in front of you as you tried to regain a steady composure, almost stumbling.

“I don’t know how they’d feel knowing the slutty prosecutor got on her knees for the heir of this firm,” he starts, reaching out to wrap his hand around your neck firmly and pulling you towards him, “We should risk it and find out, huh?” he breathes out against your lips, low and hoarse and you had to squeeze your thighs shut from the flutters you were feeling between your legs.

“I’d rather throw dirt in my eyes than suck your dick,” you spit, shamelessly lying through your teeth and Jungkook immediately knew you were playing games.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands shift from your neck to the back of your head, gripping a hand full of your hair and urging you to get on your knees and you did exactly that, making it easy for him to get you down as you tried your best to conceal the knowing smile growing on your lips but all you did was lick your lips up at him, anticipation clouding your eyes as you gulped.

The subtle action alone had his dick jumping in his slacks and he refused to wait any longer before unbuckling his belt and pulling pants halfway down his thighs, leaving a thick and oblivious imprint of his cock straining against his boxers right in front of your face.

You didn’t realise it, but your body was inching towards him and Jungkook took notice straight away, doing you the favour of pulling his cock out from its confines to stand tall and hard before you.

You were meaning to reach out for him, but he beat you to it, wrapping a strong hand around the base of his cock as he pumped himself between his fist a couple times, squinting at the little bead of precum eventually dripping down the base of his cock and you could only stare on in awe.

“You want my cock down your throat, huh?” he taunts deeply, moving forwards so he could guide the tip of his leaking cock across your face, nudging your cheek and avoiding all contact with your mouth.

Right where you wanted him most.

“Say it,” he lightly slaps the tip of his dick against your cheek, dragging it down to your lips but not yet pushing in, “Say you’re a cock-hungry bitch who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much…”

Submission was never your thing. You always showed yourself out to be a woman who always stood her ground, never taking shit from anyone. But now it was your worst enemy, proving you wrong on all of the above.

“I’m a cock-hungry bitch..” your words are there, but no confidence within them, “Who wants her face fucked by the man she hates so much,” you mumble against the tip of his dick, hoping he’d give in to you.

Jungkook shrugs, “Could be better, but what more do I expect from a whore?” He suddenly pushes the tip of his cock past your lips, taking you by surprise as he groaned deeply, basking in the warmth of your mouth as he slowly eased himself into you inch by inch until he completely bottomed out.

You couldn’t handle his immense size, already struggling to breathe and he hadn’t even moved yet and tears were brimming your eyes.

“Tight fucking fit…” he seethes, slowly pulling out only to slam back into your mouth with brute force, each thrust pushing against the back of your throat and though you started choking, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. You didn’t want him to stop; allowing him to use your head as assistance.

“Fucking made for my cock, aren’t you? A perfect fit..”

The only sounds that could be heard were Jungkook’s groans and the illicit sounds of your gagging and spluttering, a mixture of spit and precum leaking out the sides of your mouth.

"Gonna make better use of your pretty mouth.. and dumb you up so you'll never be able to throw all that fucking attitude at me again.." With no prep whatsoever, he impales your throat again, this time keeping your head at the very base of his cock, your nose brushing against his abdomen as your throat clenched around him, squeezing tightly to the point you could feel him throb.

“If this is the only way to shut you up, I’ll have you on your knees more often,” he looks down at you, watching the woman who stood so high on her fucking imaginary pedestal, now kneeling between his legs with her mouth stuffed full of his cock like a needy bitch.

Jungkook was damn near certain he almost came from the sight of you alone so he suddenly pulled you away from him, a thick and heavy string of precum connecting your lips to him leaving you a gasping, teary eyed, heaving mess.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” you grumble, slightly annoyed by the sudden withdrawal as you hastily stood onto your feet.

“Oh, Y/N.. What am I gonna do with you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing his voice as he took a couple steps towards you just to grab your arm and turn you around; pushing you down front first against the glass surface of his desk.

You could barely make out what he was about to do, the side of your face pressed up against the glass but God, he was so close behind you, you couldn’t help but push back against him a little, whimpering at the sliver of skin-on-skin contact with him and Jungkook was all for your eagerness.

He spits against the palm of his hand, using the heel of his palm to reach down between your legs and massage your weeping cunt, briefly letting his digits dip into you before replacing them with his cock.

At last.

“Oh— fuck.. Jeon—!” You’re more vocal now than you were ever before, his size deeming you absolutely vulnerable as he pushed into you slowly. The stretch was beyond humane, he was practically splitting you open and your tears were suddenly making another appearance.

Jungkook felt like he was going through the seven stages of grief; not expecting you to be so tight around him and already so addicting, it was like a revelation for him.

“Pussy made just for me..” he groans, a palm aiming to land a harsh smack against your ass cheek, making you jump and the ongoing stinging sensation turning the affected area a light shade of pink which was bound to darken overtime. “All fucking mine—” he grits harshly squeezing the flesh of your ass as he continued to thrust in and out of your sopping cunt, “Fuck, look at your tight pussy just sucking me in… bet you like me shoving into your cunt, huh?”

“Uhghhh yes, yes! I love it so much!”

You loved the pain.

Each powerful thrust caused your body to repeatedly shift against your desk, again and again his dick slamming so deep into your guts you wondered if it were even possible to experience such a thing.

You could tell he was giving you his all; his muscles were tense, every vein in his body was popping out just so he could take out his frustrations on you. He dealt with your ass for three years; constant bickering, competitions, insults, but fuck him, if he knew you what got you going, he’d have fucked you way sooner.

“Bet you wished I’d come in and fuck you at some point, huh?” A smirk was lingering over his features, knowing well what your answer was.

“God— yes!” Your back forcibly arches against your will as you nod desperately.

Truth be told, you did look forward to his visits in your office just to argue with you. Arguing with an attractive man who looked even hotter when he was mad?

Of course.

“And everytime I’d leave your office, you’d sit in your chair with a wet fucking pussy all day, hoping I’d come back in just to fuck you, right? But God, why didn’t I do that?” he mentally curses himself, digging his fingers into your hips as his pace faltered, indicating he was losing traction.

“Fuck you for not making a move,” you hiss through tears, gripping at the edge of your desk for stability as his thrusts became sloppy and messy.

He lands another harsh smack against your ass, making you help in surprise, “Shut the fuck up, I’m not done,” he seethes, picking up the pace and knocking all other backtalk out of your lungs, "Every damn day, I've had to deal with your shit; talking down on me—" his words laced with anger as he slams in to you, "—flaunting your stupid awards in my face and walking around like you own the fucking place."

He abruptly pulls out, turning you over to lay back on the desk whilst he spread your legs apart, his cock slipping into you once more as his free hand settled a harsh slap against your tits, “Now I have you under me, crying on my cock like a little bitch. Where'd that confidence go, huh?"

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, to busy doing exactly as he’d stated. Your mind was hazy and your body was going numb, all you were capable of was squeezing your walls tightly around his cock as a sign to say you were close.

“Oh you’re close, huh?” Jungkook brings his hand down to scoop up the stringy mess connecting both your bodies, “We can’t have security walk in, can we?” lifting his hand again to shove three slick coated digits into your mouth in a bid to silence your moans as you came. “Come all over my cock like you were born for it.”

And thank god he did what he did because your pleasure filled cries would have woken up the entire city.

Your tongue lapped at his fingers, sucking off whatever was there before he pulled them out of your mouth, admiring the way they glistened under the dim lights.

You stared up at him in a daze, chest heaving and tits bruised red as he thrusted back and forth a couple more times before finally reaching his orgasm with a low bellow.

“Fuck…” he groans to himself and you could feel his warmth completely fill you up, some of it too much to the point white was leaking out of your sensitive cunt as he drained himself empty into you.

Once Jungkook was certain he was done, he slowly pulled out, his cock falling limp and his mess now prominent between your legs, noticing it was all slipping out so he did you the duty of using his fingers to push as much as he could back into you, the sensitivity making you shudder, “Can’t let it go to waste,” he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to his lips to sneak a taste.

It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen and he was pulling you to sit up on the desk before grabbing your case with both hands and kissing you with all his might.

It was unexpected but you were too in the moment to stop him. You could just about make out the distinctive taste of yourself and him on your lips and all you were wondering was how the hell you’d both come back from this.

Jungkook bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out towards him before letting go and watching the plumpness bounce back, red and swollen like he’d left his mark on you.

“What did we just do..?” you whisper, finally drinking in the state of yourself and the absolute state of your office, papers everywhere and the smell of sex surrounding you.

Jungkook didn’t know what came over him, but he needed to reassure you one thing; “This probably wasn’t ideal but I don’t regret it,” he says, eyes glued to yours and curious to know if you felt the same way.

You didn’t know if you felt the same way, but you certainly weren’t feeling bad about it.

“You don’t have to say anything now, or put a label on it or anything, you can take your time,” he tells you softly, pulling away from you to pull his pants back up and tuck himself away. He was unsure whether you wanted to be alone or wanted to stay in his presence, but he figured he’d do what was safest, “Want me to clean you up and walk you to your car?”

Your hands adjusted the skirt that had been rolled up your hips, pulling it down to shield your thighs and the mess as you shook your head, “Oh no, that’s okay, I can take it from here,” you reply, this time giving him a genuine smile for his chivalry, one he’d never actually seen on you before and he wished he could see it more often.

Jungkook nodded and went to collect his shirt by the sofa, throwing it over his shoulder and heading for the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then for some case work.”

“Yeah, you too…”

He curtly nodded and headed out of your office with a sigh. He didn’t wanna leave you alone after that, but he wanted to avoid any intrusive/pushy questioning and awkwardness.

How the hell would you both ever come back from this?

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[brainddeadd]

Luke knew. Jack could deny it all he wanted, but his little brother saw right through him. It wasn’t even subtle anymore—the way Jack’s eyes would follow you when you entered the room, how he’d perk up the second you texted him, or how he’d get weirdly defensive anytime someone else so much as mentioned your name.

And now, sitting in the living room at the Hughes' summer house, Luke was ready to call him out.

You had just left the room to grab snacks from the kitchen, your laugh still lingering in the air. Jack was sitting slouched on the couch, trying to play it cool, but the way his leg bounced nervously gave him away. Luke watched his brother with a knowing grin, waiting for the right moment.

“So…” Luke started casually, glancing over at Jack. “You really gonna keep pretending you don’t like her?”

Jack’s head snapped toward him, feigning confusion. "Whaaaaattt? I don’t like Y/N," he said, dragging the denial out in the most unconvincing way possible. He folded his arms across his chest, sitting up straighter like that would sell the lie.

Luke rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck. "Yeah, and I don’t breathe oxygen."

Jack scowled. "I don’t! We’re just friends."

"Sure," Luke said sarcastically, leaning back in his chair. "Because everyone stares at their friends like they’re the greatest thing in the world."

"I don’t stare at her!" Jack shot back, but his cheeks were already turning pink.

"You do," Luke said smugly. "You literally go full heart-eyes every time she talks. It’s embarrassing."

Jack groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "She’s your friend, dude. It’d be weird."

Luke snorted. "No, what’s weird is how you act like a lovesick puppy and think nobody notices." He paused, smirking. "Just ask her out already. You're not as slick as you think."

Before Jack could respond, you came back into the room, a bowl of popcorn in hand. "What’s going on?" you asked, glancing between the two brothers.

"Nothing," Jack muttered quickly, giving Luke a sharp look that screamed shut up or I’ll kill you.

Luke, of course, just grinned. "Oh, nothing important. Just talking about how Jack thinks you're—"

"LUKE!" Jack cut him off, wide-eyed and panicking.

You raised an eyebrow, confused but amused. "Thinks I’m what?"

Luke bit back a laugh, pretending to zip his lips. "Nothing. I'll let Jack fill you in later."

Jack groaned again, slumping back against the couch, while you sat down beside him, entirely entertained by the whole thing. Luke shot his brother one last smug grin.

"Good luck, lover boy."

[fashionteahouse]

The pack finds out Paul and reader slept together the thing is Paul is with Rachel and reader with embry. The pack then make an “intervention” to tell embry and Rachel about what their imprints have been doing. But the thing that nobody knows is Rachel and embry are always in the room with them. Smut included please

ooo okay ! hope you enjoy :)

L$D - reader x embry and paul x rachel

AN: <<next

It felt like a rush. You were sure that if you took drugs, it would feel like this moment. You were only a bit tipsy.

You look up to the body that was towering over you. The hunger in his eyes made your stomach do backflips. It was intense.

“You don’t have to be shy.” Paul says to you with a grin.

You allow yourself to feel comfortable as you lay back on his bed. He never would forget the sight.

He would never forget your taste as you squirmed on his tongue. His tongue flicked up as he gathered your juices that you kept producing.

You were panting and breathing hard as you plead and beg him, “Please, just please.”

“Please what?” he says as he circled your sensitive nub, staring down at your flushed face. He was going to drag this out as long as he could.

You groan at his teasing.

“Repeat after me?” he asks you. You nod a little.

“Paul.” he says and you repeat him, “Paul.”

“Please.” he says and you repeat him, “Please.”

“Fuck me.” he says and you repeat him, “Fuck me.”

He held you close as he held your sides in a strong grip. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as you both belt out noises of pleasure. He let you know how wet you are and you let him know good he feels.

Sam let his presence be unknown. Fluidly, he unphased as he couldn’t believe what he saw. Slipping onto his shorts, he ran back to his home.

Emily sensing his distress, she’s at his side, “What’s wrong, Sam?”

“I.. I have to speak to the elders. I have to question the pack.” he says and Emily’s face is full of concern.

“Sam, why?” she tells him, he barely panicked and this made her feel uneasy.

He looks up a bit to see if he could hear anybody is near, he then quiets his voice as he sits himself and Emily down.

“I was checking on the boys while they were patrolling. Y/N and Paul slept together.” he says and Emily’s eyes grow wide in shock. At first, the feeling of denial sets in for her.

“No way. Are you sure?” Emily asks.

“Emily, I’m positive.” he says seriously.

“But, how? How can imprints cheat- ?" Emily says but Sam placed a hand on Emily’s mouth as he holds a finger to his lips.

She heard the boys come in. She followed Sam to where they were. Paul and Embry was missing.

Sam finds out that they went home.

“Good. I need to talk to you guys for a second.” he announced.

Their eyebrows shoot up in disbelief as they receive the news.

“Does he know that you know? Does Embry and Rachel know? Quil asks. Sam answered both questions, “No.”

“Damn. So, what’s going to happen now? We have to tell them.” Jared says.

“We are. We’ll hold an intervention.” Sam decides.

They did just that. They all sat at the table as Sam called a “pack meeting”, the following day. This time, imprints were to come.

You and Embry were the last ones to come in. You held his hand as he opened the door. All eyes were on you as you were confused by the silence.

You look to Rachel for answers but she discreetly gives you the same look, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

Sitting down, Sam begins.

“Paul, Y/N, do you have anything you need to say for yourselves?”

You look at Paul and back to Sam. Confusion was not even the best word to describe how you were feeling.

“Um..I don’t-“ you say and then shake your head.

“What is this about, Sam?” Paul asks with his arms crossed.

“I was going to give you both the opportunity to come clean. Yesterday, I saw what you and Y/N did. How could you do this to Rachel? How could you do this to Embry?” He asks you and Paul.

“Saw us do what?” Paul asks.

“You both slept together.”

“First of all, they were there.” Paul says with gritted teeth. Pissed off that his buisness was now out in the open.

“Who were there?” Sam asks. The pack watched closely as they wanted to know the end result of this situation.

“Me and Embry were in the room with them. We know what happened.” Rachel says clarifying, trying to keep Paul calm. She rubbed her hand up and down on his arm.

“What-?” The entire room says. Paul gets up and leaves out, pissed at the situation and how it transpired.

“Great, now everyone knows.” Embry mutters next to you.

No words could be said as Embry rises up and takes you with him out of the door. Rachel follows after you both.

[kairoot]

the hide my bfs here prank one with jay is so real 😭😭 i cant wait to see the break up one 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 hopefully u don’t plan on making it too angsty or anything :00

enhypen, break-up prank ꒰♡︎꒱ . ⁺

genre: fluff, a little emotional but not too angsty!

warnings: mentions of ending a relationship, nothing too much, jay’s is a text message oneshot

requested: yes!

pairing: enha x gn!reader

author’s note: of course, i didn’t plan for this to be too angsty, mainly all jokes! 😽💕

🔖 — heeseung.

instantly turns into a confused Bambi

doesn’t take you seriously at first

but then he’s kinda worried

a rollercoaster of emotions tbh

esp after you tell him it’s a prank

heeseung had noticed that you were acting weird all day. whenever he went to kiss you you didn’t kiss back, or when he talked to you your responses were short. he wasn’t sure what it was.

as he entered the room, he saw you sitting at the edge, scrolling through movies on the tv.

he sat on his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“love?” he called, your gaze not on him but you could feel his on you. you gave a half-hearted hum, eyes still on the tv.

“is there something wrong?”

“hee,” you started, putting the remote down. “i think we should break up.”

his heart sunk for a moment. that was so random, you weren’t serious right?

“babe,” he laughed a bit, taking your hand in his. “seriously, what’s wrong?”

you finally look down at him, a sour look on your face. his expression changed, doe eyes now sparkling up at you.

“did I.. did I do something?”

the prank didn’t last very long since you weren’t able to resist the look in his eyes.

“oh, baby,” you wrapped your arms around him, cooing. ok, now he was really confused..

“i was joking honey, i can’t leave you.”

that made his insides all fuzzy. but he was still indeed, confused.

🔖 — jay.

confused pt2

esp when you call him by his first name

is lowkey upset

he’s in denial

cause how are you gonna try to break up with THE park jongseong??

over text too??!

will not let you “break up” with him

🔖 — jake.

might actually break down in tears

he’s a bit emotional guys

is literally going through a list of things he did in his day to check if he did anything wrong

shut him up with kisses please before he starts panicking

definitely don’t try this prank on him again

“hey, babe-“ jake sat next to you on the couch, going in for a kiss. he stopped his sentence though, when you dodged the smooch he was about to give you.

“jake, omg this is why i wanna break up with you.” you playfully rolled your eyes. his turned into puppy ones, now leaning away from you slowly.

“w-what? did i do something? am i being too touchy? clingy? did i forget to put the seat down? did-“

he began to rant before you grabbed his face in both of your hands and brought your lips to his soft plump ones.

he made a confused noise but still melted into the kiss.

“I’m confused.” his words were muffled by your lips still on his, his hands coming to rest where yours remained on the sides of his face.

“i can never prank you.”

🔖 — sunghoon.

smug.

knows you’re not serious

cause once again, how are you gonna leave HIM?

does not take you seriously

“hoon, we should end this.” you said to him, leaning on the countertop in your kitchen. he stood at the stove, attempting to make dinner for the both of you.

“what, me trying not to burn dinner?” he chuckled a bit, that deep laugh making your cheeks warm. you tried not to get distracted by his charm and continue with the prank.

“no, our relationship.”

he snorted, not sparing you a glance, “y/n, please.”

“what?”

“you love me way too much to leave me. i’m just too handsome and lovable.” he shrugged, continuing to stir around dinner in his pan.

“you’re no fun, sunghoon.”

🔖 — sunoo.

ok?

then leave?

will not complain 😹

only cause he knows you’re not serious

if you were, he’d obviously talk to you abt it

but because he’s not fooled by your little jokes anymore he’s like fine 🤷🏽‍♀️

“sunoo, we should break up.”

“okay.” he responded from the sofa, scrolling through his phone. he didn’t even look up at you, just shrugging his shoulders when he answered.

“okay?” your mouth was agape as you laughed a bit.

“mhm. bye-bye.” he waved somewhere in your direction, still not looking up from his phone.

“SUNOO, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT FOR ME.”

“nah, im good.”

🔖 — jungwon.

is like wtf

wdym break up

what did he do?

lowkey has a hard time processing what you just said

you walk side by side with jungwon up to the library the two of you would be studying at. you stopped outside of the door, a faux pout on your face.

“what’s wrong, love?” jungwon stopped to look at your face as your gaze seemed to be on the ground.

you turned to him, “wonie, we need to break up.”

“what?” his eyebrows furrowed below his beanie. he shifted on one foot, eyes still on you as he tried to process the words that escaped your lips. the words he never, ever wanted to hear.

“we have to break up.”

“y/n, did you seriously bring me all the way here just to tell me that?” now he sounded irritated, his jaw clenching.

you finally looked up to see his expression, actually feeling bad now.

“no, baby, im just joking.” you hid your giggle with a small smile, wrapping your arms around his torso.

he sighed, shaking his head while mirroring your smile. he placed a hand on your head while the other came to wrap around you.

“come on, we’ve got some studying to do.”

🔖 — ni-ki.

wants to take you serious when he sees your face but he just can’t

ki is the prank master, he can see right through your little jokes

is like, “you? wanna leave me? yea ok 😹”

clowns you 100%

ni-ki plops on your bed, ready to share different details about your day when he notices your expression.

“what?” he lifts his head, propping himself on his elbows.

you sigh, not looking up, “i wanna break up.”

there was a loud silence before it was interrupted by ni-ki’s loud laugh. he cackled for a good while, grasping his stomach as you looked at him like he was crazy.

“are you really laughing right now?”

“i-im sorry, it’s just-“ he snorted, laughing even harder this time. you sat there, arms folded. you could never fool someone who could pull pranks better than you.

⟢ milan’s notes: another short reaction im sorry 😞

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[raphael-angele]

If Hades raised Nico and Bianca Then Took Them to Camp Later-er Part 1

This will be a side series where I list down things that happened as Hades and the entire Underworld raises Bianca and Nico. Of course, Bianca does not die because I am in denial and I refuse anything bad that happens

Bianca's Violin

I've been having this headcanon for a while now that Bianca knows how to play the violin.

She was formerly taught how to play by Maria, before the Lotus Hotel. When she and Nico arrived in the Underworld, Bianca wasn't settling in very well so Hades got her a violin as a welcome present. It didn't exactly cheer her up but she felt a little bit more comfortable.

Here's the thing though, she brings that violin to Camp and she plays it as much as she can and all she knows how to play are songs and pieces from the 1900s. One of the pieces she's perfected is Los Toreadores, which if you don't know, is the famous FNAF soundtrack.

Everytime she plays this, other campers would panic where the sound was coming from. Bianca has no clue what they're talking about, growing up in the 30s and all that.

Bianca looks around the infirmary in search for a particular blonde boy with blue eyes that glowed like the sun itself. "Bianca!" she hears from one side of the room and she sees him walking towards her. Lee Fletcher, one of the few people that bothered to make friends with her and her brother when they first came to camp.

"Lee, hi." She greeted with a soft smile. "What brings you here?" Lee asks, looking her up and down to find any injuries. "I need some bandages. Four of them." Bianca answered. Lee looks at her, a little confused. "What do you need that many bandages for?" He asks. Bianca holds up her left hand, showing him her bloodied fingers. The blood had stained her entire palm and dripped from the tips of her fingers. "My fingers are bleeding." She says, unfazed by her injury.

"GODS!" Lee panicked, seeing her hand. He quickly took it into his and examined them carefully. It looked as if something had sliced the skin. "What in Hades happened?!" He asked, pulling her to an empty cot. He made her sit down as he pulled a chair from the side and sat down. Bianca was confused by Lee's worry. It wasn't like she was dying; it barely hurt.

"Will! Go get me the first aid kit, please." He ordered the boy passing by. He looked to be around Nico's age. Quickly, the boy, Will, set the sheets he was carrying and ran off to do what was asked of him. "What happened?! Why are your fingers bleeding?! Is this from archery practice?!" He asked. Will came back with a small red kit with a white cross on the front. He put it beside her and opened it.

Lee took some hydrogen peroxide and dabbed it on some cotton before carefully applying it on her fingers. "I was playing the violin. I didn't realize how hard I was playing until I saw how red the strings became." Bianca explained. "Who on Earth wouldn't notice their hand bleeding?!" He asked, still a little shock. "Apologies. I get distracted easily playing the violin" she says. Lee sighed, "Be careful. You'll never know, strings are really dangerous if you play too hard" Bianca rolled her eyes as he dabbed betadine on her fingers.

Will stared at her, as if examining her. "Hey, you're Nico's sister, right?" He asked. Bianca looked at him and smiled before saying yes. "Does Nico play the violin, too?" He asks. "Uh, no. No, he doesn't. He doesn't like the sound of the violin much either. He says it's too squeaky and annoying." She answered.

"Lee, can Bianca play the violin at the campfire?" Will asks, hoping his brother would agree. "Will, her fingers are hurt. I doubt she'll be able to play for the next few days." Lee explained, wrapping her fingers in a white bandage. The younger boy frowned. "Maybe next time, William." Bianca smiled, ruffling the younger's hair. He smiled back and nodded his head before going back to his other works.

"Okay," Lee exclaimed as he finished off with the bandages. "A few things. Sorry to say, but no violin for the next few days." She sighed. "Secondly, your archery training might be affected so take it easy a bit. Maybe ask for finger guards. I have some extras if you want. And I need you to come in some time after lunch so we can change the bandages." He said.

"How long do I have to wear these?" Bianca gestured to her bandages. "I reckon...no longer than a week" Lee replied, walking over to the nearby counter. "Don't worry. They didn't look too deep of a cut. But I recommend that you take it easy on archery practice and dagger training with Annabeth." He came back with a jar of lollipops. "Now, since you were a good patient, have a lollipop" he gave her a wide smile as he opened the lid. Awkward silence drifted.

"You're giving me a lollipop." Bianca deadpanned. "Yeah. We give all our patients lollipops." Lee continued to smile as Bianca continued to blankly stare at him. "I'm not a 5 year old, Lee."

"There's a grape flavored one" Lee informed her. Bianca quickly stuck her uninjured hand into the jar in search of the grape flavored treat she was promised. She pulled it out, along with two lollipops; one grape, the other lemon. "You mind if I take two? Nico's gonna ask where I got it and I don't want him to end up in the infirmary just to get a lollipop." She said. "Go ahead." Lee replied. She put the lollipops in her jacket pocket and stood up. "Alright. Thank you for helping me." She said, heading for the door.

"Anytime, corpse girl. See you at dinner!"

[akutasoda]

helloo, i hope you’re doing well!

may i request kunikida, akutagawa, and atsushi who are just… a bunch of lovesick mess? T_T down bad for their co-worker but too shy and / or stubborn to admit it. i imagine they would have pent up feelings for months, until one day these men could barely behave properly being in the same room with said co-worker, even having trouble getting their paperwork / workload done (heavy on kunikida, poor man). thank you in advance 🫶🏻 (and ty for feeding us bsd fans w/ ur writings)

nothing but my love for you

synopsis - love makes people do crazy things and for some reason they can't function properly around you

includes - atsushi, kunikida, akutagawa

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight angst, denial, hinted confessions, down bad characters, wc - 921

a/n: hii!! im doing alright, hope you're doing well too? :D

atsushi nakajima ★↷

it was a correct assumption that atsushi had never fallen in love nor really knew what it meant or how it worked. afterall he never really had time to learn something like that and he definitely just overall never had the best education.

so working in the agency and more specifically working alongside you gave him loads of new feelings that he didn't know whta to do with. and soon he developed his crush on you but he had absolutely no idea what to do ot how to get across to you that he liked you.

and even if he did, he was way to shy to admit himself. when he figured out that he was indeed crushing on you he panicked and started overthinking. further deterring him from confessing as he feared you would reject him. so he settled for bottling up his feelings and awkwardly stumbling on his words around you.

you weren't blind to the signs but you knew that confrontation would make him feel more awkward and worse than he clearly was feeling. but what you hadn't really anticipated was the fact that because you tried to let him figure out his feelings, he carried on for months.

he was so deeply in love with you but for months was too shy to properly address it. and he got worse by the day. if you even were stood in the same room he would constantly get distracted and often lead to him messing up his reports or jumbling his words up and stuttering like crazy.

and even though you wanted him to figure it out on his own, you feared he may only get worse. so eventually you had to take matters into your own hands and tell him your feelings. validating his feelings and giving him the confidence to also confess.

doppo kunikida ★↷

kunikida's love life was in simple terms complicated. of course he had his oh so famous 'ideals' which quite frankly was absurb and sometimes he would realise that himself. but he also never had much dating experience because of that fact.

so when he noticed how distracted he became when you were on the area he became very confused. he didn't understand at first why he always found himself staring at you or how his heart would always beat that little bit much faster whenever you were nearer.

he began denying any signs that he formed a crush on you and instead always chalked it upon stupid reasons that he was eventually sure he had run out of excuses. and so even when he knew he had to come to terms with the fact that he did indeed have a crush on you, he denied it.

he denied and ignored everything. he denied how his face would heat up and he had to look away so you wouldn't see the blush forming, how if you were in the room he would constantly stare at you.

and the worst one for him was the fact that he simply couldn't focus anymore. he seemed to not be able to properly finsih his paperwork as his mind constantly drifted to you. so much so that even dazai started teasing him about how he was on his downfall.

for months he pushed it to the back of his mind. but eventually he started longing for you even more and the amount of mistakes he was making was starting to annoy him. so he got over his denial and told you point blank that he liked you. admittedly rather stuttery and with a face full of blush but he had finally got it out there.

ryunosuke akutagawa ★↷

it would be yet another correct assumption that akutagawa has never fallen in love or really been bothered to even know much about that. he saw it as unnecessary and especially growing up in the port mafia it wasn't really the biggest priority for him. if anything it was irrelevant.

and in honesty he barely knew what those types of feelings were or the signs of them. so when he finally started letting his wall down around you he started noticing these new feelings creep up on him.

he noticed how you made his heart beat slightly more and how he felt his face heat up. and yet he still kept that nareow faced mask so for a while you barely had a clue and it didn't really help that you always expected him to never gather feelings for you. but eventually you would notice because he didn't understand these feelings and therefore not be able to hide them well.

he hates how you made him so distracted. you didn't even have to be there and his mind would drag to you, why were you consuming his thoughts? he was so confused on why he was acting so uncharacteristically.

and this would continue for months until gin realised how much her brother was struggling all because of his feelings. she told him straight and he finally realised but immediately began being in denial as he never thought he would have such feelings for someone. gin quickly got rid of those ideas.

and then you started realising how weird he was acting around you. even weirder than before, like he had something to tell you but didn't want to. it became very awkward for you and you eventually just confronted him and that's when you managed to fully realise why. and while it may take him time to properly come to terms, you could wait.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Dicktim for the ask game:

Dick starts to have feelings for Tim, but he's scared because he's absolutely convinced he's straight. He goes so far as to even try to kiss Roy, which… doesn't make things better between them, and Garth which was just wet. And then Tim starts the transition as a woman, and Dick be like, ahhhh, so that's what it was. He can work with it :D

for the ask game!

!!! transfemme Tim supremacy. god i love any flavor of trans/genderqueer Tim. especially when everyone around Tim is either supper supportive or instantly clocks them as an egg, it's delightful. here are some thoughts (note: i'm using he/him for Tim up until transitioning just bc. ease of understanding)

having feelings for Tim comes with equal confusion and guilt. Dick has known Tim since he was a young teen and even now that Tim is growing into an adult, Dick is hyperaware of the implications that could come with it. but more than that, he's just *confused*. he doesn't mind the jokes about his sexuality because he knows he's comfortable with it. he experimented a bit in his teens and came to the firm, comfortable understanding that he's straight. so feelings for Tim are. confusing, to say the least. before Tim comes out, he's not particularly obvious about being an egg. he's only dated girls, even has a bit of a skater boy persona going on, so it's not easy to clock how deep in denial he is. so Dick is baffled on every level. he's googling it, kissing his prettiest male friends to see if maybe he is bisexual and this is just a late awakening. but it's definitely not and it's definitely just a complex for Tim. for a while Dick lives in denial of it convincing himself some wires got crossed or something because he would never like a guy and he'd especially never like Tim, someone who should be a little brother to him. and for a while, it almost works. Dick is able to compartmentalize and bury the feelings so deep he's mostly functioning around Tim, save for staring a little too long when he notices Tim is letting his hair grow out and watching Tim apply stage makeup to cover bruises. but he's mostly fine.

it's the Caroline Hill cover that gets Dick to break. Tim is trying to be as casual as he can about the idea of going undercover as a woman. Tim doesn't want anyone to think about why that would be his cover of choice so he just blames it on being so androgynous and no one really comments bc really, they've all had their weird fake identities. but when Tim has the long hair, the flawless makeup, and just a little fake padding in the right places it makes Dick choke. which feels horrifically objectifying to Dick and he feels even worse about his crush now. especially the way Tim talks when dressed up as Caroline. a softer voice that's clearly trying to be more feminine. and there's just. the way Tim seems so *comfortable*, as Caroline. like this is a natural, second skin to Tim. it sends Dick on a panicked spiral, wondering if this counts as some kind of horrible fetish or something. he's so guilty he probably vents to Donna or Wally about it, just to get his feelings out about the whole thing. they comfort him and talk him through it, finally convincing him to just talk to Tim. because the worst that happens, Tim rejects Dick and Dick can properly move on. and the best that happens, Dick can explore this weird feeling.

of course, Dick chooses the most awkward way to do it. instead of just talking to Tim about his feelings, he casually mentions Caroline Hill and how nice Tim looked. how it seems almost natural for Tim. and Tim *panicks*. because this is the first time anyone has called it out, and Tim is as deep in the closet as you can get. he ends up awkwardly mumbling that he liked being Caroline a lot, hoping the conversation will be dropped. but Dick presses and Tim ends up. accidentally coming out in a rushed word vomit that Dick barely understands. it ends with Dick blinking a few times and finally softly asking if Tim wants to be called Caroline with she/her pronouns. and when he gets a small yes, Dick immediately switches. he's so caught up in supporting Caroline, he doesn't immediately think about the crush. it takes a few days of watching her come out to everyone else and wear her hair more femininely, put on makeup, before Dick is suddenly *very* rudely reminded of his crush. because Caroline just seems a lot happier as a girl, and it seems so obvious now that she's out. she redesigns her suit to be more clearly female and that's when Dick can't hide the crush anymore. not for lack of trying, but the first time Red Robin patrols and clearly is a woman, Dick walks straight into a pole. (bonus points if Caroline's new suit is very unternet inspired, being visibly Nightwing-inspired just to make it worse for Dick) and Caroline, who's still anxious about her transition and being perceived as a woman, at first thinks it's about that. which leads to Dick awkwardly explaining his crush and well. in a way, it's the most gender-affirming thing for a straight person to have a crush on Caroline before she even came out.

their relationship is slow and careful, especially anything sexual. Dick is still acutely aware of the age difference and how they met muddling things, but Caroline brushes all of those concerns. she's an adult, she's consenting, and dear god who hasn't had a crush on Dick Grayson. i think it's sort of funny if when they start dating, Dick forgets to mention that Caroline is Tim Drake, who transitioned as a trans woman. so he talks about his girlfriend Caroline to his friends, who are very confused about who this Caroline girl is. Steph and Cass help Caroline learn silly things like "girl code" and Dick is prepared to curbstomb anyone who misgenders her. he's ready. probably a little too ready. their relationship flows so naturally Dick doesn't know how he didn't clock it before. his crush just feels obvious now. he doesn't want to be overbearing and wants to make sure she's going at her comfortable pace with her transition. but Dick is the type of ally boyfriend to google *everything* and help Caroline through deciding if and how to go onto hormones, how to legally transition, all of it. it's their version of date night. that and patrolling together, but that one is a given. it doesn't take long for the public to figure out that Nightwing and Red Robin are together (i think it's funny if no one can decide if there's a new Red Robin or if the old one transitioned. it's a hotly debated thread on reddit.) because of how affectionate Dick is. and of course Caroline just bluescreens under any affection from Dick bc this is her childhood crush, absolutely smitten for her.

i love exploring sexual headcanons for trans characters bc it's different for everyone. i'm a bottom Tim truther, so i think bottom Caroline works great in a gender-affirming sort of way, with Dick using very feminine words in sex. i do still think she would dom Dick, riding him or edging him. it's not what Dick expected, but he'll definitely take it. Caroline just likes reducing Dick to a begging mess. i also think there would be a mommy kink. i believe in Tim being called mommy even when he's not trans, so if she's trans, she's *definitely* being called mommy. gender affirmation and kinky fuckery. two birds one stone. she also likes letting Dick braid her hair and help her do her makeup. Dick buys her all kinds of nice lingerie to try on and then ruin during sex. it's a win-win for everyone.

[crimeronan]

On the Luz getting sick train inspired by the previous. (probably bad and contrived but i am not going to listen to my internal self critic since she sucks)

Luz is sick with *something tm* and getting exceedingly feverish, anxious and delirious, Hunter starts trying to get her to relax and look after her, even as she tries to insist that she's fine and she's just got the sniffles.

Naturally Hunter starts getting a little sick too , and then well...

The inevitable panic ensuring as all those fears she'd put into the nice little ignore forever box come rushing forth and results in a horrible episode and confession, panicking and crying and not making much sense at all before she falls asleep in a very confused Hunter's arms as he just tries his best to nurse her through it, desperately hoping this is just Luz being delirious making all her usual hidden anxieties much worse. Eventually Luz wakes up with no real memory of the incident but still acts noticeably and exceedingly nervous about Hunter being ill.

Even if it is plainly obvious to Hunter there's obviously more to it than that than just her usual panic attacks made worse by the illness, he is actively not thinking any further about it there is not one ounce of him that wants to and he is just in the most active state of denial, trying not to think one bit about what happened. Whatever it is she is scared of and guilty about cannot be good or something that can ever see the light of day so he is just not going to ever ask about or dig into any of this at all.

Even better if Amity is present for this, is not in denial and is desperately trying to get Hunter to be less in denial about this which of course leads to even stronger denial.

luz gripping amity's arm like [So Fever] listen. listen to me. hunter is going to hate me forever so it has to be you he's never gonna speak to me again. he's a corpse and his pieces are gonna start falling apart

amity, who was following this pretty well up until the last sentence: ..........okay. yes. understood. and, um. how high is safe for a human's temperature again??

luz who's trying to tell hunter that she's been figuring out where to source parts for potential organ transplants for years, but she's making absolutely no fucking sense, because actually galdorstones do not work as a replacement for an anatomical witch's heart. luz you are so sick go to bed

luz drops the term "grimwalker" and hunter does only the most basic cursory search just to say that he did & is like well that's an extinct mythological species! she was pulling from her history books. meanwhile amity does slightly more than a cursory search & is like hey um hunter. hey. can i um. listen to your heart. for completely normal completely platonic completely non-deranged reasons.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Okay I think I've got an interesting request for you, especially since I'd love to see more Tenko content

Tenko being upset that Himiko's gotten a Boyfriend and initially starts off as hostile towards him and jealous, but he's incredibly patiently and kind towards her. He even hangs out with her despite her attitude and eventually she falls for him herself.

She so confused since she doesn't understand why she feels that way and is also worried about this since he's himikos Boyfriend ,she ends up accidentally telling himiko in a panick, but himiko is actually fine with it since she's known herself by watching how tenko's been acting. Himiko herself actually offers to bring tenko into the relationship since the reader himself has fallen for tenko but is in denial about it until himiko and tenko talk to him about it.

(Your Wish Is My Command, also sorry this took so long to write, I had it in my drafts but then forgot about it up until recently! Not to mention that what I had written to begin with wasn’t up to my current standards as a writer.)

Wordcount: 1,539

Time to write: 142 Day's

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The first time she saw Himiko kiss you Tenko’s heart stopped, it literally stopped.

The dreams and thoughts she wanted to share with Himiko shattered like glass after being struck by a hammer and despair began to creep into Tenko’s heart.

“Hey, Tenko!” Himiko called out while waving her hand “Come here! I want you to meet my Magic Assistant!”

…Despair would have to wait until after she got a look at who you were.

As she walked towards Himiko Tenko immediately wrote you off the second she saw your face.

In all honesty the second she was within range to grab you by your neck she would’ve tossed you around like a ragdoll if it wasn’t for the fact Himiko was vouching for you.

For now at least.

Because as soon as she’s able to find even the tiniest scrap of proof of what your true intentions are with wonderful, cute, adorable Himiko she would march into the sorceress’s room to give her all of the evidence she had and then… and then the two of them would… Oh now THAT would be…

“No Tenko! Bad! stay focused! Don’t start randomly drooling! Otherwise you’ll be no better than that dog who stole Himiko away from us! No you’ll be even worse!” Tenko berated herself in her head as she began to glare a hole into you.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Himiko?” You asked your girlfriend as you walked her to the door of her room.

“Yes, my assistant?” Himiko responded with a cheery smile and unbridled affection in her voice.

“I’m pretty sure that your friend wants to kill me.” You told Himiko as the two of you reached the door to her room.

“You mean Tenko? Oh don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you eventually, she’s just a little over protective of me, that’s all!” Himiko stated in an attempt to assuage your concerns.

“I think “Overprotective” is an understatement! Her eyes were literally boring into me! I thought shotgun shells would start firing out of them if we stayed to talk with her any longer!” you exclaimed to your smol girlfriend.

“Oh come on now! It wasn’t THAT bad!” Himiko responded.

“That’s a bare faced lie and you know it.” You stated to Himiko as she opened her door.

“Yes it was, I was trying to comfort you.” Himiko admitted with a shrug.

“Just, be a litt- okay a LOT patient with her, give her a little bit of time to get to know you like you did with me, please?” Himiko asked with her patented puppy dog eyes.

You tried to resist Himiko, you truly did, but those darned puppy dog eye’s of hers have got to have some sort of mystical power because they always have and always will work on you with a 100% success rate.

You sighed deeply as you leaned down to kiss your girlfriend goodnight

“Fine, but you would think that you’d be a bit more worried about Tenko stealing me away from you!” You muttered into her hair.

“Hmph even if she tried she wouldn’t be able to! I have placed an unbreakable curse upon your soul that will ensure that you will always be eternally loyal to me in life and in death!” Himiko proudly hummed into your neck despite the rather… impure thoughts running around in her head from what you just said to her.

“Maybe I should loosen that curse a bit…” Himiko briefly thought to herself, allowing the dirty thoughts to win her over.

Unbeknownst to both you and Himiko, a certain master of Neo-Aikido was leaning around the corner, watching the exchange you two shared with rage so powerful it allowed her to turn the place where her hand was gripping the stone to little more than dust.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Tenko was furious when she went to bed that night and even more so when she awoke the next morning.

Luckily for her a plan had formed in her mind during her sleep.

She was going to invite you to a nice little training session.

Then she’d really be able to see what horrible and disgusting intentions lay in your heart!

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Tenko ground her teeth together as she entered her room.

Had Neo-Aikido failed her?

That would have to be the only explanation for it.

How else would the intentions in your heart be so sickeningly pure and Himiko’s so obscenely lewd!

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The season came and went

And every day of the season Tenko did her best to try and get under your skin under the guise of “Hanging out”.

And every day she did her best to try and set you off. You remained kind and patient with her.

And for every time you smiled at her something tied itself up in Tenko’s chest, just like it does when Himiko… smile’s… at… her…

“Oh no. But he’s… Himiko’s, oh god, help, someone let me off this ride!” Tenko screamed in a panic as she shot up from the edge of her bed and ran to the door to get advice from the one person who could help her with this.

Her best friend, Himiko.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“HIMIKO I NEED YOUR HELP!!!” Tenko shouted as she ran through the door to Himiko’s room, leaving a Tenko sized hole in the door.

“Oh, hello there Tenko.I was just talking about you to My Assistant!” Himiko happily exclaimed.

“O-oh really? Where is he then?” Tenko asked with an uncharacteristic stutter.

“Out taking a cold shower.” Himiko honestly answered.

“That’s nice, can we talk?” Tenko asked, ignoring the implications of a “Cold Shower”

“Of course! You are my best friend after all!” Himiko happily stated.

In any other situation that might’ve stung Tenko, but right now she wasn’t thinking straight, she was thinking Bi, which is probably what led to Tenko suddenly exclaiming to her best friend and your girlfriend.

“I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU AND YOUR… Boy… friend…” Tenko trailed off as she realized what she had just said in her panicked state.

Himiko was silent as Tenko looked down at the ground in shame.

Tenko opened her mouth to excuse herself but before she could Himiko grabbed her face and brought her lips to Tenko’s.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“S-so you're telling me that you have a crush on Himiko?” You asked Tenko who was leaning on the neutral ground of Himiko’s bed.

Tenko nodded in response.

“And you have a crush on me as well?” You asked the martial artist.

Tenko nodded once more.

“I-i see, Himiko, a little help here?” you asked the sorceress with a tone of voice that sounded like you were grasping at straws while trying to find your footing.

“I don’t see what you need help with, Tenko has a crush on you and me, I have a crush on you and her, and from the way you talk about her I already know that you have a crush on me and her.” Himiko answered with a shrug as if it was the most obvious thing to state in the world.

“Himiko, that’s crazy! If I go with Tenko I'd be leaving you-” You began before Tenko spoke up for the first time since you entered the room to say.

“Not necessarily.”

A mischievous smile grew on Himiko’s face as Tenko continued.

“The three of us could… be… in a… *mumble mumble*”

“What was that I didn’t hear you clearly?” Himiko asked innocently.

“I said that the three of us could be in a Polyamourous Relationship! That way everyone will be happy!” Tenko exclaimed in a rush, her face painted crimson from embarrassment.

“B-but, tha- how-” you tried to put up a form of argument to try and bring some semblance of calm back to everything before Himiko spoke up to say.

“We all have two hands, so we can do THIS!”

And grabbed both yours and Tenko’s hand in her own, causing both of you to enter a shocked state from the sudden boldness from the small sorceress as she stated.

“Now then, since I have both of your attention now, allow me to suggest something.”

You and Tenko nodded dumbly in response.

“We try out Tenko’s Idea. See what it’s like for the next few months, see if we all like it, if we do we’ll stay that way, if we don’t we’ll have to figure something else out, does that sound like a good Idea for the two of you?” Himiko asked the two of you.

Once more You and Tenko nodded dumbly before Himiko drug both of you down to sit next to her on the bed.

-=-=-=-=-One Year And Six Months Later-=-=-=-=-

Himiko slowly opened her eye’s to the sight of both your and Tenko’s arm loosely wrapped around each other, and since Himiko was between the two of you, her as well, Himiko also opened her eye’s to see both yours and Tenko’s sleeping faces resting close together on the pillow that was supposed to be Himiko’s, but you would never catch the Small Sorceress complaining, since it meant she got to pick and choose who she wanted to sleep on top of.

“Loosening that curse was the best Idea I ever had.” Himiko muttered happily to herself.

-=-=-=-=-=M-=E-=M-=E-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

[comradeocean]

One Day 2024 Emma Morley headcanon I figured out from a throwaway line in a fic I'm working on but I'm not gonna include bc it's already too long and weird but I just need to put this out there in the world:

after Tilly's wedding they resume their friendship w extreme gusto - emails, many phone calls, back and forth SMSs all day (Dex is hugely relieved he's on a separate contract from Sylvie but chooses not to think about this too much)

Clearly full blown emotional affair level, and with Sylvie switched on to wedding planning mode and buried in logistics and catering and whatever, it's easy for Dex to coast, being supportive and going along with whatever The Fiancée wants while thinking about how he'd word the funny email to Em about this ridiculous wedding activity later that night etc

So it's not hard for Dex and Em to pretend everything is just like it was and revert to their early stage London friendship (where according to the book version they were completely obsessed w each other). Until the wedding. And the honeymoon.

When Dexter goes cold turkey no contact for the entire 3 weeks bc he realized at some point (maybe at the reception when he wanted to immediately go dance w Em? Or Sylvie has like a dress crisis 15 minutes before walking down the aisle and he's not really panicking but preoccupied over some ambivalent email Emma's agent sent her about a possible TV adaptation of her book and whether he should try to hook her up with some contact he has) that this was really fucked up! and he was being an awful shitty person to Sylvie! who he loves! and has gotten married and is having a kid with!!

Em, of course, has also been in full denial about this - he's just my best friend (Tilly: so what am I? chopped liver??), we're just catching up after not being in touch for so long. And she's able to lie to herself about this until he suddenly goes completely off grid during the honeymoon and she has a mini breakdown and realizes:

- she's fallen back in love w him - he's just being regular old charming rooting-for-her-all-the-way #1 cheerleader Dexter - she craves validation, he clearly still has bad impulse control so it's headed straight for a Headmaster Phil sordid affair situation - and she cannot have their friendship degenerate into that

so she has some crisis meetings with Tilly and decides to dial it the fuck back. only casual drop-in hangouts in public with other ppl around. phone calls preferably same. no texting. emails get a pass bc it's like work (it's OK she can still be in denial a little bit, as a treat)

and miracle of miracles! by some unspoken agreement he's also dialing it the fuck back. (Em bitterly tells herself it was the mind blowing honeymoon sex.) (intuition bitterly confirmed by Dex now regularly bringing Sylvie along to their dinner/lunch/coffee dates)

Emma is trying very hard to be a supportive innocuous 100% platonic not secretly pining best friend but it's fucking hard and she ends up cancelling a bunch of things at the last minute bc of migraines or swollen glands or whatever mysterious illness she makes up, because seeing them being lovey-dovey is so fucking painful she's literally constantly on the verge of tears. Eventually, faking it till she makes it works and she's able to ignore it better and it's on a way lower shimmer and everything is mostly fine again.

all this to say! Emma was on super high guard in Paris refusing to believe Dexter had any deeper feelings specifically for her, Emma, as a person, besides someone who is always there for him and low effort etc. So his sudden refusal to have dinner w her and Jean-Pierre is very confusing. She's trying to figure it out - Dex is extroverted, loves meeting ppl and bantering and showing her up, a little too much even, like a competition to prove who's more charismatic. And the swollen glands thing is clearly fake. So what is up?????

She's distracted, picking over it on the walk to the restaurant w Jean-Pierre until she suddenly considers the possibility he is pulling the same trick she did - he is so heartbroken seeing her w someone else it is causing sufficient anguish he can't even fake being friendly and social. Dexter! Mr TV Presenter social butterfly Dexter Mayhew! And so the penny droppeth 😋

[gamesception]

Sception Reads Cass Cain #20

Batgirl (2000) #6 Story: Peterson & Puckett Art: Scott & Campanella

Alright back to the main comic, and the end of the Psychic Wizard Language Tutor mini arc. For all my complaints about this direction, these issues have been strong, and this one is maybe my favorite in the arc. It is in fact so good that I'm compelled to do what I said I wasn't going to do anymore and just go through the whole thing from front to back and comment on how great each scene is in order.

We open on this little bit with David Cain, reinforcing the themes of fatherhood, reiterating the premise from the previous issue that Bruce is in denial over Cass's past, and pouring his booze down the drain - suggesting that the visit from Bruce has jolted David out of his depressive episode and given him the motivation to take a more active role, which promises danger for everyone supporting Cass in her new life.

More of Cass just adjusting to how much putting a name to things changes them, and I do like her smile there, that she's not just unhappy with losing her powers, she's happy about this new world that's opened up to her.

Again, I don't like this story direction, but I do like the characterization we're getting from it. And I guess if you thought Cass being this basically supernaturally gifted martial artist took the suspense and excitement out of fight scenes with random goons then you might appreciate this change, but, honestly, when is there ever a question of who will come out on top in a fight between one of the bat family and random goons? I've mentioned in the past that I liked how Cass's super powers, for lack of a better term, gave the writers an excuse to very quickly gloss over fights where the outcome wouldn't have been in doubt regardless, but Cass doesn't stay depowered for long so it's really not worth getting into.

....

The psychic guy has a backstory, it's very generic, very much what you would expect. Not bad, but, like, if we had to have this guy, he could have been more of a character.

This bit where the psychic guy is explaining what he did to Cass, and Bruce is realizing what that means, while hearing the gunfire from the fight she's having at the same time, and than kind of panicking and running off to save her is great. Funny reaction face, very worried poppa behavior. We like that.

So then we get this bit, where in the confusion of the fight one of the goons accidentally shoots and kills one of the other goons, and it drives home for both Cass and the reader that the cost of Cass's lost abilities is measured not just in her own bruises, but also in lives lost. Before losing her powers, this fight would have been over in a moment and nobody would have been shot in the process. Now that the words are slowing her down, now that she can't read body language... she's still an expert martial artist, she still has all the skills her father drilled into her, but the fight takes longer and she has less control over it, and people die.

And of course Cass is furious - at herself, at this new lack of control, but also at the guy who actually shot the gun, who becomes a too-convenient outlet for her anger.

I apologize for posting three full pages back to back, but this is such a good and important scene, and there's just so much going on here. Cass, without the easy confidence of her powers and the control it gave her over the combat situations she found herself in, is taking out her frustrations on random goons. It's petty and vengeful and very Batman-like, and also a marked change from how Batman described her just two issues ago:

We get the sense that the 'Gentle' batgirl described in issue 4 wasn't the result of Cass processing anger different/better than Bruce does, but rather that she just didn't have much anger to process most of the time. Guilt, sure, but not anger. Without her powers she's prone to face a lot more failure and frustration, which will mean a lot more anger to deal with, and actually it turns out she handles anger pretty much exactly like Bruce does, by inflicting physical violence on 'someone who deserves it'', and with combat skills are all specifically meant for killing, that's not great.

And Bruce, fresh from his recent encounter with David Cain, he's not immediately thinking of the similarities between Cass and himself in this moment, he's seeing David's killing techniques, and starting to doubt her again.

The bit at the end, where Bruce is scolding her, and Cass is realizing she fucked up, when seeking substitute fatherly approval from Bruce is like half of why she does any of this? It's a little sad and a lot funny.

Great stuff. I may miss the silent protagonist aspect of Cass's first couple adventures, the story-telling through pictures rather than words aspect, but the core emotional conflict is still very much there, and the writers and artists are still executing at the top of their game, particularly Damion Scott's work, which is not just super expressive but also still detailed and controlled and specific and readable, elements that his work in this title will kind of move away from as his style shifts over time.

But that's a discussion for later.

....

Anyway, skipping over a bit Bruce & Cass grab the evil scientist responsible for giving psychic guy his powers and also hiring all the mercenaries to go after him, and they take both out to a cabin in a forested area outside the city so they can ambush the mercenaries away from any innocent civilians who might get caught in the crossfire.

How do the mercs know where to track them too? I think maybe it was established somewhere that the psychic guy gives off trackable magic brain waves maybe? I don't know, not important.

Cass at first thinks she's part of the ambush but...

Yeah, girl's still in trouble, and Bruce still doesn't trust her.

But while Bruce is busy taking out one group of mercs, a separate group approaches the cabin from the opposite direction, forcing Cass into the action after all.

She's still skilled enough to take out the group of armed goons, but without her body reading abilities she again isn't able to do so without one of them having the opportunity to get a shot off, and once again one of the other goons is in the line of fire, only this time Cass is in a position to put herself in the bullet's path.

So she does, because of course she does. Self-sacrificial penance being the other half of why she does any of this.

They really are so alike.

And the issue closes with Cass recovering in the Batcave, her first time there actually, and restoring Bruce's faith in her (and his denial over her past), by calling back to him scolding her over her instincts earlier in the issue.

...

So yeah, it's good! It's very good. I wouldn't say it erases my criticisms about the changes in direction taken in this arc, since I think the good stuff here still could have happened otherwise, but whatever, it's good and that's what matters, at least for now. We also have a solid new status quo at least in terms of Bruce's feelings toward and trust in Cassandra, albeit one with an unstable foundation of denial. There's still open questions of whether she'll get her 'powers' back, or how she'll function without them. And while we know thanks to hindsight that she will be getting her powers back pretty soon, I do feel the last couple issues have amply demonstrated that she could have continued as Batgirl without them, and honestly I kind of wish she had, but we can get into that stuff later.

[starsscarmyceiling]

Homemade Dynamite, please?

OmGGGgg yay I am glad someone asked about this! Thanks anon! Unfortunately, this one’s been on the back burner for quite a BIT, but I mean @jan-uarys and I spent several hours last night freaking the FUCK out about it and it honestly got me hyped for it all over again!

This fic came about from my first Reylo modern AU, Keep the Blinds Open, wherein Ben moves across the street and Rey has to wipe her drool away and be like OH NO HE'S HOT…and basically, Rey wants to be in denial for so long and they’re both so stubborn that they didn’t even talk to each other or MEET until Ben had been living there for like a whole YEAR haha. Then one day my dyad in the force @saratogagrounder and I were talking about what it would be like if that happened with Merrical…and we were like LOL Merrin would never stand for that…and she ofc encouraged me to write the fic after we giggled about it for quite some time and we all know it takes like absolutely NO effort for me to take on another WIP—💀

But yeah so Merrin moves in across the street, Cal FREAKS out about it obvs, and is like omg how am I even going to live my life now with her being there and being all hot all the time and stuffs FUCK—and she’s been living there for like a couple of months at this point, and then Cal is standing in his kitchen one day contemplating if he should make himself some dino chicken nuggets for dinner and they make eye contact for the first time when she comes home, and he is just like frozen in place like SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITTTT WHAT DO I DO…and WHAT does our boy do?? HEH, he ends up just like awkwardly waving at her ofc. Then she just tilts her head at him, and then promptly leaves her apartment.

“Oh my god,” Cal said out loud, “I fucking—freaked her out so much she immediately had to leave her apartment.”

He let out a severe exhale as he started to pace about his kitchen for several minutes.

“Jesus Christ Beedee, I think we’re gonna have to move now—there’s no way I’m coming back from that—I can never look at her again.”

Cal grunted, bringing his index finger and thumb to his eyes and rubbing at them.

“Why—why are you like this? That was so fucking—”

There was a knock on his door. His head whipped over to it and he thought he might have been hearing things as he just stood there for a moment—or it could have been several before he heard it again as Beedee also barked along with it.

Cal looked at his dog, “Go lay down boy, it’s fine.”

The dog listened and went to his bed, but still whined a little.

“What the…” Cal said to himself as he placed his coffee down on the counter and paced to his door in such baffling steps, “who would—”

Cal unlocked the door, and there on the other side of it, was none other than her—his hot neighbor—right in front of him.

His eyes were probably popping out of his sockets as he said nothing for a sequence of seconds and just gawked at her, almost tempted to ask if she meant to come here.

She did know that—he lived here, right?

“Well,” she stated in a voice with an accent oh god she had an accent, “are you going to invite me inside?”

Cal just blinked a couple of times as she raised an eyebrow at him.

Oh my god say something—

“Uh—yeah, right,” Cal stammered, knowing he was severely red as he cleared his throat and stepped aside, “come on—in.”

She sounded Russian to him. Why was that hot? Jesus Christ she was so much hotter up close—

Strolling past him like she’d been here before, Cal closed the door behind her and he immediately shoved his hands down the pockets of his jeans as she still hadn’t faced him.

“Did you uh—” Cal panicked, so taken aback and so confused, “did you mean to come here?”

Why did he ask that?

She chuckled a little, “No, I meant to go to the Italian restaurant down the street and somehow ended up here.”

Cal snorted, not expecting such a quip from her, but then still felt all his anxiety crushing him as he took an unsteady breath.

“You know, I get that a lot—probably from all the gourmet meals I am always cooking for myself—the secret’s out.”

His heart was racing as she laughed again, and wow her laugh was—beautiful? Was that a weird thing to think?

All he knew is that he was trying not to focus on her, but then all he could focus on was her and no he wasn’t checking out her body or her perfect ass—

“Perhaps you could pitch them your favorite meal of chicken nuggets and whiskey—I am sure they’ll be very interested in hearing the recipe,” she responded, and honestly, he didn’t know why that felt like the wind was being knocked out of him, but there were just too many implications in that sentence that he simply couldn’t brush aside—

Cal needed to breathe; he wasn’t breathing—

“Uh—huh—they’ve been hounding me for years over it,” Cal stated in a voice that really didn’t sound as steady as his last sentence…almost like he had just gone through puberty and he was pretending to sound older than he actually was.

“My my, I am sure,” she stated, and Cal really didn’t know what to say to that.

He couldn’t still quite believe that she was just walking around in his apartment as she placed her purse down on his counter, clearly judging his things as he just stood there openly gaping at her like that was going to make this situation any better.

“You waved at me,” she pointed out.

And see Cal was trying to completely forget about the fact that his innate reaction to actually making eye contact with his new hot neighbor for the first time was to fucking awkwardly wave at her.

“Yeah—I…certainly did that.”

She turned to him finally, her eyes completely scanning over him like she was trying to size him up for something.

“Was that not an invitation to come over?” She asked as casually as if this was for some reason an entirely normal, commonplace really, way to interact with someone. Step one, sure, stare at your hot neighbor like some creeper, and then step two, wave at her like a complete buffoon, which will obviously lead her to showing up at your door unannounced.

What world was he living in right now?

“Oh, uh—” Cal stammered, knowing for damn sure that was not his intention, and if he were less awkward of a person perhaps he could actually be trying to accomplish something with this gorgeous person—even if it were to at the very least be having a successful conversation, “I guess it could have been…because it’s not like I mind you being here or anything—” oh fuck where the fuck was he going with this he needed to change gears now— “do you want some coffee or something?”

Her expression was difficult to read, but it could have possibly been like she was pitying him, “I suppose so…I take mine black.”

Cal lifted both his hands and pointed his index fingers at her, “Great.”

Well that was a weird thing to do. Then again, so was everything he did.

He thought being able to concentrate on doing something would help his anxiety as he noted Beedee had approached her and started sniffing at her. She bent down to give him a pet on his head.

“Oh uh—that’s Beedee, don’t worry he’s very friendly,” Cal said as he got a mug from his cupboard. He paced to the coffee machine and grabbed the pot. She seemed to have no response to him, but she was still giving his dog attention, so that was hot—

That was hot? What? Was everything she did hot just because she was so hot?

“And I’m Cal, by the way—Cal Kestis—um—if you wanted to know.”

She looked up at him, and he couldn’t quite tell if there was an upturn to her lip or not, but she definitely had raised her eyebrow at him, “Congratulations Cal Kestis.”

Normal—he felt very normal about her uttering his full name.

“Yeah, I get that a lot too,” Cal said without thought, “short for Calcium.”

For the first time there seemed to be a crack in her mostly stoic countenance as he walked over to her and offered the coffee mug.

“Is it really?”

Cal couldn’t help it, he smirked as she took the mug from his hand, “Of course.”

Her eyebrows knitted together, “Did your parents hate you?”

Parents—what an always excellent topic with him.

“You know—I think they must have.”

Honestly, not such a bad explanation on the fly.

She eyed him, making no attempt to drink her coffee.

“I feel as though you are making another stupid joke—but your tone just seemed more confident this time,” she claimed, and then he smiled again, trying not to focus on how he loved the shade of her brown eyes.

“Yeah, and now I just ran out of material, so it’s all downhill from here I’m afraid,” Cal said back, not even sure where that came from.

“Hm,” she hummed before she now took a sip of her coffee, “what a shame.”

Frankly, he was a little gobsmacked. She was—like very intimidatingly charming? And it just rendered him devoid of any more words or stupid jokes.

Damn, maybe he really was out of material.

As she turned from him again and began to once more circumvent the room.

And he watched her, just not finding it in him to look away again, and he just—he really wanted to ask her if she really came over here because he just fucking awkwardly waved at her.

He opened his mouth, but then she began speaking again.

“You watch me,” she stated in a complete matter of fact manner. Cal was not finding it difficult to decipher that she was just an extremely blunt person.

“Oh, yeah um,” he said, placing his hands on his hips, “you’re kind of…hard to miss.”

He looked up into her eyes and those brown irises were staring into his soul just a few paces away from him now.

Jesus—could he say anything remotely normal?

“I’m sorry,” he stated simply, hoping it would suffice enough for being a total creep, “I didn’t mean it in like—I—I mean I am not trying to be—”

God—he should probably just inform her that yes, he will be prompting moving out as soon as possible.

Because could he even deny his extremely inconvenient but still very real attraction to her?

She kept her stare on him for another few moments before she spoke, “Do not be sorry,” she stated, not turning from him entirely as she walked over to his window, “I watch you too.”

Cal was incidentally and entirely grateful that she could not see him right now because his jaw dropped a bit and his brain definitely forgot how to function for several seconds.

AHHH this is very first drafty EXCUSE

After disssss things get real REAL fun as I am attempting my first NON slow burn ever as they start boning right away, and it becomes and emotional slow burn. Merrin is like oh, feelings? I had those removed several years ago and Cal is like bet.

Cal’s a paramedic, and one day him and Kanan unfortunately lose someone and they have to wheel the body down to the morgue and GuEsS wHo’S tHe NeW MorGuE DoCtoR—😏

OOOOoHHH it gets SO fun from here as they navigate just banging on the reg and Merrin is like LOLZ I don’t do feelings and also being neighbors and seeing each other at work. There’s def a time or two they also bang in a janitor’s closet. Calamity ensues as Cal gets her coffee one morning along with everyone else’s and Merrin’s like you’re not allowed to be nice to me—and Cal’s like HA well too bad because I’m gonna anyway, actually.

Also @starryjediknight, I am DEF putting in some background Sabezra in there with Ezra being a nurse and Sabine being another doctor who lowkey caught Merrin and Cal coming out of the janitor’s closet, and she’s like lol girl you banging that hot ginger mess…and Merrin’s like NOO…well..maybe…YES we’ve banged a ton what do you want from me, and then Sabine is like lol I’m not judging I’m banging that nurse Ezra. I think I should also throw in some Cal and Ezra bonding over having scary hot doctor gfs LOL

Soooo YEAH v excited for this fic. It’s gonna be the best angsty ridiculous smutty Merrical rom com I as per USH from me…so I hope you guys will enjoy just as much too!

[ancha-aus]

*me grinning proudly* :D

I got shook once again!! (I really just need to draw like one picture of my little persona being shook. it is too fitting)

They grow up! It makes sense their state changes. Also because they grow up and are treated as mor elike adults so then it makes even more sense. (I wonder if Nightmae was arlways treated more as child while Dream was treated more resepctfully and stuff. because of their different roles and purposes)

The guys use ANY chance they can get to wear it. Hell i think that corss even knew what the masks meant because dream is SO MAD about it. He knows someone is tricking his innocent sweet brother to make him do this!

So cross joins the gang and also learns just how much the other three TREASURE those masks. He eventually gets a glimps of Ccino carefully cleaning his own mask as he smiles proudly at it. Cross starts to fully understand just how important those masks are. (corss probably cried a little when he got gifted one. He always thought he would never get one. He was known as the one who betrayed dream after all. That does not equal trustfully. So to have just... teen nightmare walk up to him. Holding out a snowleopart (right?) mask? Just for cross. specially made and it fits perfectly? Cross cried. nightmare would ahve panicked because that wasn't the aim only to just get held so close by cross)

Dream would stare at his brother. being kept from him. staying away from him because of that very mask that they both used to adore. the very mask that nightmare would let dream wear because it made dream happy. Nightmare smiling at him. All of those memories. aparently taken away from him as this same mask now hides nightmare from him. Maybe dream just wanted to be able to see nightmare. Even if it was just a cruel smile, caused by some unknown force. or the magic. only... for when the mask to finally fall. to just see his brother's young face. just as he remembers from all those years ago. Looking back at him terrified with tears running down his face as he stands between dream adn that filthy murderer that shouldn't be allowed to have a mask. but there nightmare stands. being willing to be hit or killed instead of someone who does not deserve to live (in dream opinion). ((dream just in pure denial. believing he needs to save nightmare and make him see the truth... it isreal sad. because it is clearly about grief. Dream can't grief his brother because deep inside he knows nightmare is still alive. yet he can't accepteverything is differnet.))

It is fitting. For dream to damage that one treasured item. because while nightmare exiled dream to protect him. dream came back to hurt those close to nightmare. their intent in their actions was very differnet

Ccino has been young himself before. he will help these two socially awkward teens get together. it is part of his right as parental figure :3 Ccino is very proud of his work. (the knigths are less impressed about it. they still don't approve of error)

OKAY AND ABOUT THE TAGS

the fact that dream tried to include nightmare in the meetings. probably to show him that what he was taught or made to beleive were lies. this is the truth. people are unhappy. those knights are dangerous. don't you see?

but then nightmar ejust crying and freaking out as soon as they mention hurting one of the knights.

So he needs to be out of the meeting but dream doesn't trust just anyone. I love that in the end. dream only truly trusts blue. Only blue proved to be 100% trustworthy. No one else was. And blue is so so strong and trained. Of course dream would ask blue to babysit.

and blue? blue would understand how important this is to dream. How much nightmare means to dream. while others would try to convince dream to just lock nightmare up for a bit. or chain him stuck. blue is the one who udnerstands that dream doens't want that for his now younger twin. blue understands that nightmare is confused and had been hurt and used/misguided. of course he will watch over him! (blue is also the only one who doesn't see it like something bad or less worthy. eveyrone else sniffs at the idea of babysitting. blue sees it for what it is. the ultimate show of trust. and even if it wasn't blue would still take it seriously.)

I just like the idea that eveyrone knows they are together... only for it to turn out they aren't actually dating? and now no one knows if they aren't dating because they are like in a platonic relationship kinda deal. or just not dating because they haven't made it official yet.

Mm, New Age au my beloved (I just knocked out like... a lot of stuff I needed to do, so here's a quick post before I get back to it) oh! And @ancha-aus hiiiii :]

I know I focus a lot on Night but like... Dream! Dream is a huge part of the story!! So here's a tease at wtf has been up with Dream since Night ate the apple.

So... Dream! He was exiled, but he wasn't left on his lonesome. Nightmare contacted a neighboring kingdom that they already had a treaty with, and asked for them to watch over the crown prince, as he was no longer "fit to rule". They'd accepted, and Night shipped him off at the earliest convenience.

Of course, Dream had no clue it was for his own good, so naturally, after lamenting to this other kingdom about what had happened, how everything changed, he garnered pity, and then support, when Nightmare confirmed Dream's story through letters. Though, the kingdom couldn't afford a war, so they just had to stand idly by.

Dream only stayed there a few years, because by the time he was about 17, he'd become good friends with a squire: Blue. Blue worked around the castle, doing all sorts of tasks for the knight training him, but despite his exceptional skill he remained at the level of Squire due to his age. Blue was very devoted to Dream as his friend and self-proclaimed protector. He looked up to Dream, and was positive he would defeat his brother and take back the throne.

And so, when Dream left on his own to gather experience and followers without endangering this kingdom, Blue followed. Blue was never officially Knighted, but their first night in an Inn, alone on the road, start of their journey, Dream honorarily knighted Blue with his power as a prince. (That's why I refer to Blue as a Knight, even tho no one ever *actually* knighted him and he has no affiliations with any kingdoms.)

Dream was picky with who he recruited and when. He and Blue found a nice little abandoned cottage to start their base of operations, and would travel to recruit people they thought would be of value. Dream wasn't versed in espionage or inner-working over the government, but he knew how to talk to crowds. Sway the people. Plus, feeling emotions helped out too. (I like to think that's something the twins have naturally. Dream's grows with Age, and Night (due to lack of training) only has it when he's corrupted and very little hints when he's young.) So over the course of years, Dream gains more and more support. Like a militia among the neighboring countries as well as in Night's kingdom.

Ink and Cross came together. Ink had been looking for a new job, as he was a mercenary (though his talent was really in the arts) and Cross was a soldier who had left the kingdom a few rivers over that crumbled under a coup. Ink liked Dream's energy right from the start and was completely swayed with the idea of getting a lot of easy work for pay. Meanwhile Cross needed a new hope. Despite leaving a crumbling castle with no hope, Dream seemed to be working towards a better future in this kingdom. Of course he joined him, because that meant he'd live to see an era of peace. (<- of course, Cross finds out this kingdom is actually banger and the current king was slowly working through improving each piece of it, ensuring the whole kingdom could thrive one piece at a time.)

Dream never stopped training, and over the years he lost track of just how different Night was. He lost the script, a bit. His childish mind turning Night's actions all those years ago into a conspiracy. He had an echo-chamber of support, with no outside voice (no Nightmare) to remind him of the truth.

This cottage remains their base, and expands into a small town/camp. Nightmare is taken here when Dream kidnaps him from the castle the first time, too. This place is filled with plants and magic and is thriving. The perfect place to find the golden king.

[robynlilyblack]

hi love! could you maybe do this one “I need to tell you something...” with dads!wolfstar or just dad!remus (and yes bisexual!reader!)? <3 thank you if you do and I understand if not <33

It’s okay to like both

dads! wolfstar x daughter! reader 

Summary: Remus and Sirius’ daughter is having a hard time figuring out her feelings, after getting overwhelmed at a family event, she finally tells them she’s bi

Warnings: comfort fluff, Sirius and Remus being the greatest dads, mentions of food and drinking, Dorca being a fab aunt

A/n: 1.8k words, hi cutie! yeah of course, I actually almost did the original as wolfstar but i wasn't sure if thats what the requester wanted, see the solo Sirius one here, again i hope i did a good job with this, enjoy 💛

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You were sat on a bit of wall listening to your godbrother gush over how pretty Ginny looked “You probably don’t get it but she’s just…” he sighs looking over at her “I just want to hold her hand and brush her hair…merlin I must sound so pathetic” he whines head falling into his hands

Looking over at the girl you see her giggling and smiling with Hermione, Harry was right she did look stunning, more so than usual but there was an ache in your chest that he didn’t think you would understand the attraction

“You aren’t pathetic it’s sweet” you assure him, hand on his shoulder as he leaned on the wall beside you

Harry places his hand on top of yours “Speaking of Weasleys?” he points to Fred and George arriving

You chuckle nervously, watching as Fred and Ginny hugged before engaging in conversation, the two of them your definition of bi panic. You had gotten over your crush on Ginny some time ago, she was better suited for Harry…or Luna if she was into women, while your crush on Fred was still debatable, it didn’t help everyone saying you were perfect for each other

Even if that fact was true you couldn’t help but feel like they were putting you in a box, a box that stopped you from pursuing any kind of relationship. You would think having gay dads you wouldn’t feel so nervous, hell you could even see your aunties Marlene and Dorcas dancing together with their toddler at that very moment, you were surrounded by openly out people yet you were utterly terrified

You knew your friends would accept you, but understanding you was a different story. You knew your dad, Sirius, had dated women in that past but the way he talked about it made it sound like he was in denial. Your other dad, Remus, had dated a boy called Grant before finally getting with Sirius for good, and your aunties had only ever been with each other.

You felt like the way you were was…wrong but that wasn’t the quite the right word, more strange. Because you liked both, you had tried to stick one way or the other, force yourself into the straight or gay box but every time some cute girl or guy would come along and your little heart would flutter like crazy

“Earth to y/n” Harry waves his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thoughts and making you look around to see Ginny, Fred and your godbrother all looking at you somewhere between amused and concerned

“Alright love?” Fred asks with a smile you could just melt in to

You nod “Yeah just spaced” you tilt your head side to side

You felt Ginny’s hand move to your forehead “You sure?” she asks and you feel your face heat “Maybe it’s the sun”

“I’m fine really” you try to assure them

You felt more than a little panicked with the attention especially as you couldn’t tell them the real reason

They didn't look convinced “I can get you a drink lo…” Fred motions to the table but you cut him off abruptly

You jump down from the wall “No I’m fine” you say ruder than you meant, instantly feeling bad “I’m fine, I'm normal, I'm fine” you repeat making your way back into the house, feeling embarrassed and confused

They all watched you leave looking deflated, Fred worse than the others

“You want me to go after her?” Ginny asks Harry

He shakes his head “She’s been acting weird for a while, I think I’ll go get Sirius and Remus” he says giving the two a small smile

Harry makes his way over to Sirius and Remus who were dancing, although it was more Sirius dancing around Remus 

“Uncle Sirius, Remus” he gains their attention

Sirius’ face lights up “Alright Harry” he moves to wrap his arm around the boy’s shoulder “Up to mischief I hope” he smirks

Harry turns to Remus “He’s had a mimosa”

“Or two” Sirius confesses with a chuckle before looking around “Thought you were our pup? She better not be off with Weasley I haven’t had the chance to put the living fear of Salazar in him yet” 

Remus chuckles at his husband “I think virgin mimosas from now on”

Sirius scoffs “I am no vir…” he sees Harrys look of disgust “…forgot you were there” he cringes messing up the boys hair endearingly “Where is our pup?” he asks a little more serious as his eyes scan the crowd and can't see you

“She got a little upset and went inside, I think somethings going on with her, she’s been a little off recently” Harry explains, the men’s faces instantly concerned 

Sirius was about to march in but Remus stopped him “Tell us what happened first so we know the context”

While Harry explains your abnormal behaviour and the events which just transpired, you were crying on the one of the couches inside, sniffing so much you didn’t see your aunt Dorca approaching until you felt the dip in the couch next to you

“Honey you alright?” she asks with the softest voice

You shake your head unable to form any words

She reaches out to take your hand while the other rubs circles in your lower back “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head once again

“Hug?” she offers

You nod this time, falling into her as she shuffles closer to you, wrapping her arms around you in a bubble of support. That was one thing you loved about Dorca, she never needed context, she didn't even need to hear a word and she somehow made everything feel like it was going to be okay

“Don’t worry about getting anything on my dress, my little ones already puked on it” she says making you let out a small giggle even more so as she adds “twice”

She held you for a good few minutes before you pulled back, trying to wipe your nose with your hand but she pulls out a handkerchief and wipes it for you

“Blow” you do as she says “Good girl” she smiles warmly, folding the snotty fabric and putting in her baby bag

“Thank you” you say, voice raspy from the crying

She squeezes your hand “What are aunties for” she winks at you before both of you turn to see your fathers entering the room “I’ll leave you to the experts” she kisses your cheek and stands up

Walking out she gives Sirius’ the mens shoulders a small pat

Remus makes his way over to sit beside you while Sirius crouches down in front, Remus’ hand moving to pick away the pieces of hair which had stuck to your face while Sirius just gives you an assuring smile

“Hi” you greet them in the tiniest voice

Sirius takes your hand in his “What’s wrong pup?” he asks, he looks sad with a hint of worry sprinkled over it

You look between your fathers, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to figure out how to tell them...if you should tell them

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to” Remus reassures you

You sniff again going to wipe your nose when Remus pinches at the end of his jumper and wipes it for you “Thanks dad” you give him a thankful smile

He smiles back. You then turn to your other dad to see him giving you a similar look, his soft grey eyes looking up at you with such love and reassurance, you decide it was time

“I…” you look between them a few times before just blurting it out “I like girls and boys...like, like like both, like fancy them” you say it quickly before closing your eyes tightly like you had just released a bomb, cringing that you said 'like' way too many times

You don’t hear anything for a few seconds so you open one of your eyes peeking out to see Sirius looking a little amused by your actions

“Aww pup come here” he hithers, moving onto his knees and shuffling back

You half fall off the couch and into your dads’ arms, your other father moving down as well and rubbing your back, giving Sirius a kiss to the cheek

“Is that why you were so upset?” Remus asks as you pull away

You nod “I was scared, I didn’t know if it was okay to like both” you confess

Their heart ache, they never wanted you to feel the way they did about their own sexualities, they had tried so hard to just let you do your own thing and come to them with it that they never realised it had only made you more confused

Remus places his hand on your shoulder, then moves it up to graze his thumb over you cheek “It’s okay to be scared, I was too” 

“And it is okay to like both, more than okay pup” Sirius adds

Remus pulls you into a tight hug “I’m so sorry if we made you feel like you couldn’t tell us” he kisses the side of your hair

“It's okay Dad...but I can’t breathe” you say a little strained

“Oh” Remus pulls back with a small chuckle “Sorry pup” he cups your cheek before pressing a kiss to your temple

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sirius asks in a way you know it’s okay to say no to

After taking a second to think, you begin to explain how you were feeling. How you first started to realise you liked girls then grew confused when you started feeling the same way about boys, your crushes on certain Weasleys, and why you felt so confused.

They just listened to you at first, allowing you to let all of the emotional baggage that had been weighing you down for so long out. Watching as you became more confident the longer the conversation went on, ‘I thinks’ shifting to ‘I knows’ but there was just one thing you needed to ask, one thing that you needed to know

“If I ended up with a boy…” you start but trail off 

Sirius knows where you’re going with it though and he places his hands on your shoulders “That doesn’t make you any less bisexual pup, likewise if you date a girl, and if anyone says anything, you have two dads, two aunties who happen to have a child that looks like a future ass kicker if Marls' raising her…” you giggle “…not to mention godparents and so many friends that will kick their arse for it”

“You think my friends will be okay with it?” you ask them hopefully

They nod “You’re still you pup, they love you and they will even more when you’re ready to be your full self” Sirius says firmly, making sure you know how loved you are

“And to be clear you don’t have to tell anyone else until you’re ready” Remus assures

You give them a big smile nodding, feeling lighter

As you were about to stand up you hear footsteps followed by Fred coming into the room 

He stops awkwardly “I was sent in for skewers, we’re gonna roast marshmallows” his eyes going to you as he explains, a hit of sadness in them at the tear stains but it washes away as you smile

“You want to join them?” Remus asks

You nod “I can show you where they are” you stand leading him into the dining room “This way Freddie” you gesture for him to come

The boy smiles as he follows you but it turns to a mild fear as Sirius points two fingers to his eyes and then back to him basically saying ‘I’m watching you’ before Remus nudges him playfully yet also gives him a quick look to say ‘he’s right though we will kill you if you hurt her’

Thank you for reading, feel free to comment and let me know what you think 💛

[celestialking]

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Pairing: CC!Sapnotfound x amab!reader

Warnings: amab, vouyerism(?), slight overstim, orgasm denial, degrading, slap/smack, let me know if i forgot one

A/n: i started this and never finished it. but now its done...Time for my severely late uk meetup fic lmao

Part 2

Out of all the things he had planned, seeing you and George intimately wrapped up on the couch was certainly not on Sapnap's UK to-do list.

"What are you doing? Are you guys together?" Looking up at his confused tone, you nodded. Then, your face dropped back to George's neck, your hands buried in his hair. Faintly, he could recall you gushing about the brit, but it was all thought to be a bit at first. Sapnap had to admit he was slightly disappointed. 

Maybe he wanted to be the one you were wrapped up with. 

"Does this mean you guys are going to share a bed?" 

"Obviously idiot," George rolled his eyes. 

"Whatever, more room for me," Sapnap huffed, sitting down next to you. He had not been keen on the idea of sharing a bed. Nothing against you; he just liked to stretch out and you made him a bit nervous. 

"You guys want to get take out and watch something?" George asked softly. 

You nodded. "Yeah definitely," 

"only if I get to pick," Sap chimed in. 

He couldn't believe it. He was in the UK with two of his friends, one of whom he's been dying to meet for so long. It was a dream come true. All 3 of you ended up sleeping early tonight, partially from travel and partially from a slight food coma. Or at least you all thought you did. 

Sapnap ended up leaving his room halfway through the night, needing more water. As he shut his bedroom door, he heard soft noises. Sapnap frowned, unable to tell what it was, and began following the sound to find the source. You and George's bedroom door was cracked open slightly, muffled noises that were louder as he approached. Sapnap peeked through the cracked door, more out of curiosity than nosiness. 

His cheeks flushed; it was clear what was happening, but he couldn't look away. He stood frozen, watching for a minute; it must have been too good if you were covering your mouth. 

Sapnap hurried back to his bed, trying to erase the image he had just seen, but it was too late. How could he forget now? 

George's harsh grip had left bruises on your hips, not to mention all of the marks that had been sucked across your throat and neck. It looked like an animal had gotten to you. The only place with color that wasn't a mark was the tip of your dick. An angry red bobbing as George fucked the life out of you. 

Sapnap couldn't help but palm his cock a bit before stopping panicked. No. This was wrong. He shouldn't do that. How would you know, however? No. Before he could dive into an epic battle of morals, however, he heard your night activities with George become louder, or maybe you had removed your hand. 

"You little slut," George hissed. "Any louder and Sapnap will hear you. Do you want that? Him to hear how pathetic you are when taking my cock," 

Your response was immediate. "The only thing pathetic is the pace you're fucking me; can't you go any faster? I can still speak," 

There was a loud slap and a moan that echoed. Had he spanked you? Slapped you? 

"Get all your words out now, slut. You won't be able to speak, let alone think in a few moments," 

God was Sapnap hard. Hard and royally screwed. 

The next morning, he couldn't look either of you in the eyes. Instead, his eyes trailed the bite marks on your neck that trailed down to below your shirt. 

"Sapnap?" He snapped out of his thoughts, looking at George. "What?" 

"I asked how you sleep?" 

"Oh um good," to be honest, he hadn't expected the hard dom act from George, instead pinning him as a bottom. Sapnap had to admit, though; he kind of liked the idea. 

"Alright, we should probably go get the snacks after breakfast," you suggested, referring to your stream plans. 

George hummed in response, continuing to give Sapnap a suspicious glance. Luckily, he said nothing, however, allowing you all to get done and set up the stream. 

The stream was great; it kept his mind off things even though it resulted in a stomach ache. When night fell, however, Sapnap could hear you and George once more. 

He tossed and turned in his bed listening and trying to ignore the issue in his sleep shorts. What else was he supposed to do? Go knock on George's door and say "Hey George, sorry it's late, don't mind me, but I can hear your boyfriend screaming your name, and it's really turning me on." 

Hell no. 

Sapnap rolled onto his stomach and shoved his pillow in his face. His hips instinctively ground against the bed, making him whine softly. Maybe just one time. "They wouldn't know," is what he repeated to convince himself. Then he fell into a desperate-paced rhythm; he couldn't help it; it just felt so good. 

He rocked against the mattress. He should feel guilty, but he didn't, instead focusing on the twisting pleasure in his stomach. Across the hall, your noises got louder. God, you were whiny; he wished he was in there to be the reason you were making such heavenly noises. Then, you did something he would have never expected, something that set fire to his veins. 

"Sapnap," you cried out. 

Sapnap gasped as his hips stilled. A rush of hot pleasure burned through him, and he couldn't help but let go. Very slightly over his breathy moans, he could hear George reprimanding you with a hiss. He panted before groaning. His shorts were now sticky with his cum. Sapnap stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom without being seen by either of you to take care of his mess. Hopefully, neither of you had heard him. Nothing would seem unordinary. If only he hadn't looked more tired than usual the following morning. 

As Sapnap stood in the kitchen, getting some coffee you stood beside him. He flinched at you poking him. You began to question him as you got something to drink. "You alright Sap? You don't look so good," 

Sapnap smiled. "I'm alright, tired. Probably just jet lag," 

You didn't question it further, but he couldn't ignore the pointed stare George was giving him from the kitchen. Sapnap avoided eye contact and shuffled over to sit down with his breakfast. If anything, George knew. Sapnap's suspicions were confirmed once you had left the kitchen. 

George slid over next to him. "So," he began; it felt like he was staring into Sapnap's soul. "How much did you hear?" 

Sapnap tried to laugh it off nervously but stopped at George's raised eyebrow. "All of it," 

"I had hoped so, we left the door open pretty far last night," George watched you set up their stream from a distance. 

"You- on purpose?" 

George rolled his eyes. "Of course, how else were you supposed to know you could come in?" 

Sapnap had a blank expression on his face. "Come in?" 

"Did you really think we hadn't noticed you in the doorway the night before?" 

"Well-" 

"or hear as you got off to the sounds of us?" Sapnaps cheeks burned in embarrassment. "You're quite loud you know," 

He buried his hands in his face. "I didn't mean to-" 

"Sapnap it's fine. We want you to join if you'd like. You don't have to but we'll leave the door cracked again," George then moved away from Sapnap seeking you out like a lost dog. 

You had just finished putting in the title to go live. "So is there anything I can do?" You asked when your lover appeared beside you. 

"No you did lovely puppy" George mumbled pressing a gentle kiss against the side of your head. 

"I- don't call me that right now," you crossed your arms. 

Sapnap entered the area where you were both whispering and plopped down in the chair beside you. He tugged you away from George slowly pulling you into his lap. You glanced over at George to see if this was alright or not. He looked amused sitting in the chair on the other side of you so deciding it was okay you relaxed in his grasp. George would play nice for now but you and Sapnap were in for a rough night tonight. Or at least you were. 

Your night started with your back pressed against George's chest. His hand wrapped around your cock furiously pumping. Your head was tilted back on his shoulder, squirming in his grip. "Now?" You whined. 

"Almost puppy," George's eyes were trained on the cracked door. "Don't you wish Sapnap would come play with you," he spoke softly in your ear. 

Just as he had asked, the door pushed open fully unknown to you. The Texan in question now standing in the doorway. 

"Mhm mhm," you agreed, grabbing onto his arms. 

George kept eye contact with him the entire time. "And what would you want him to do?" 

"Want him to fuck me," you gasped as George sped up. "Make me cry," 

"that can be arranged," your eyes shot open at the new voice finding the darkened eyes of Sapnap in the doorway. 

With a soft cry, you came, cum dribbling over George's hand. "You'll be a good boy for us won't you," George gripped your chin gently with his free hand. 

"Mhm, I will. Promise," both of you were well aware of the lies spilling from your lips but George chose not to say much. He was curious. 

He moved out from behind you watching as Sapnap slowly approached. He seemed hesitant though, glancing at George to make sure he still had permission. "You're fine Sapnap, I'll just be watching this time aside from a few comments here and there, so you're free to do as you please," 

"this time?" 

George raised an eyebrow. "I hope you weren't thinking this was a one-time thing," 

In your post haze you giggled softly shaking your head. You curled your finger to make Sapnap lean over you. "George doesn't like talking about his feelings," you teased. "But he likes you, we both do," 

Sapnap looked back up at George with a smug grin. "You like me gogy wogy?" 

Now it was George's turn to be flustered. "Shut up," he snapped, but both of you could see the pink tinge on his cheeks. 

Sapnap chuckled before turning his attention back to you. He seemed to freeze up, not knowing just what to do with you. 

George decided to ease you both in with an order. "Sapnap get on the bed; Puppy get him comfortable," 

He obeyed George, laying on the bed with you. You moved over starting to remove his shorts and boxers with his help. His cock was already hard, desperate for attention. You went to remark on how just seeing little ol you cum made him this hard was pathetic but bit your tongue. You could be good right? 

Sapnap groaned as you lapped at the tip, poor thing was already drooling. Before you could really get started Sapnap pushed you gently away. 

"Did I do something wrong?" 

"No just-" he glanced over at George  who was still watching intently. "I'd rather just fuck you right now," to his surprise you pulled away and George said nothing. You both were serious, not correcting his demand. Sapnap puffed his chest. 

Now that he was feeling a bit more confident he shifted off the bed and grasped your hips. "Cmon flip over," you turned over to lay on your back looking up at him. 

"Lube is beside you," George said distantly. 

Sapnap glanced over thanking him. George was seated in a chair in the corner slowly stroking himself. 'Chairs in rooms are weird, must just be a George thing' Sapnap shrugged to himself. Two cold fingers against your hole had you jolting. Sapnap slowly pushed them in. 

"Eyes on me," he said, making you look away from George. 

Sapnap leaned over kissing your cheek moving down as he spoke. "We'll go easy tonight baby. Talk more about harder things some other night," he whispered. 

As he prepped you to take him, Sapnap began leaving marks of his own. Some overlapped the ones George gave and some found spots your other lover hadn't. 

"Promise m ready," your hips pushed against his fingers. 

"You think so?" Sapnap teased. 

You hummed in agreement desperate to feel him closer. He pulled his fingers out, slicking up his cock. 

"You're sure?" He asked once more as he tapped the tip against your hole. You nodded trying to pull him closer. Sapnap chuckled, beginning to push in. Fuck he was big. Your hands wrapped around his back, nails dragging down him. Sapnap hissed slightly as you did. He listened to you beg and plead to hurry, trying to push down and take more. 

"Quite whining n hold still," Sapnap mumbled, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. 

George sucked in a breath, waiting for you to snap something as you usually would but he watched as you complied with a pitiful noise. His eyes narrowed; you were up to something. 

Then finally Sapnap bottomed out, grunting as he did so. He waited a few moments adjusting his grip on your sides before slowly pulling out. A moan was punched out of you as he slammed his hips back in. 

You should have known Sapnap would play rough too. His cock pistoned into you. Now he was the cause of your heavenly noises. "Smack their thigh," George spoke up from the chair. 

Without sparing a second Sapnap's hand came down on your thigh. You let out a soft cry, your legs attempted to close but couldn't thanks to Sapnap's body being in the way. The brunette himself groaned as you tightened around him. Sapnap was in disbelief of his position right now. He had one of his best friends that he may or may not be in love with tightly squeezing his dick and found out his other best friend had feelings for him. Not to mention he was fucking his best friend's boyfriend. 

You made a frustrated whine making Sapnap look down at you. 

"Less think, more fuck," you said between soft moans. "Please," how could Sapnap ever deny you? His pace increased, a hand moving up to wrap around your dick. You squirmed in his grasp. Fuck you should have done this sooner. Maybe if Sapnap agreed to be included you both could send George an 'I miss you' video. That little knot of pleasure tied itself in your stomach, threatening to undo. 

"Sap," you moaned softly. "P-please, gonna cum soon," your activities with George had left you a bit sensitive. 

George leaned forward a bit from the chair, making eye contact with Sapnap as he looked over. "Not yet," he shook his head. 

"Sap," you whimpered, pushing his face back to you. He slowed down a bit allowing you to speak. "You'll let me cum, won't you? I've been so so good for you," 

George huffed, it was surprising no smoke flew from his nostrils. So this was your game. Suck up to Sapnap so he'd be wrapped around your finger. His hand gave a few more strokes before letting go. 

"No," Sapnap finally answered. 

George grinned. "Good boy," 

Sapnap shivered under the eldest praise before his attention was being sucked back to you. 

You hiccuped and sobbed as his cock battered against that sweet spot perfectly. Sapnap gripped your hips harshly, he watched your cock smack against your stomach. He could feel his own orgasm building up, hips stuttering a few times as he railed you. 

"Go ahead," he mumbled. Through the fuzzy haze and the moans being forced from you, you didn't understand him. He grasped your cock stroking quickly. The sudden stimulation had you screaming his name. Cum spurted onto both of you, your nails digging into his back. His hand continued though, stroking you through your high. 

"Can i- oh fuck- inside?" Sapnap asked, moaning. His orgasm was just waiting to spill over. 

"Please, please," you whined begging, still weakly clinging onto him. Little tears of overstimulation had started to form in the corner of your eyes. His hips snapped against yours a few more times before stilling. You felt warmth as he filled you with his cum. George had long finished and had gotten cleaned up. Now he was beside the both of you to help both of you come down. 

George gripped Sapnap's chin gently pressing his lips against his. He chuckled when he pulled away; the younger chasing after him. Sapnap softly whined. 

"We'll talk more about this later, let's get both of you cleaned up," George smiled. Sapnap slowly pulled out, his hands on your hips keeping you warmly grounded. 

"I can't wait to brag to Dream," Sapnap mumbled. 

You groaned trying to playfully whack him but he caught your wrist leaving a small kiss on the inside of it. "That can wait, snuggles can't," 

"Besides," George cut in. "Dream doesn't actually know about us just yet," 

"It's just our secret for right now," you smiled sleepily up at them. 

Sapnap just nodded, internally worrying. God he hoped he didn't accidentally spill to Dream. 

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