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i think theres an issue where people think you cant like a character that you would hate if they were an actual real person and truly its fascinating to me. for lack of a better term i think its mostly just tiktok mindset, and maybeee im just saying this bc so many people on that app freaked the fuck out when that one song turned out to come from a porno and they all decided no one is allowed to use the song anymore bc of that
#you cant like this character theyre a serial killer. you cant like this character theyre xyz. but thats the thingg they are a character...#liking something fictional doesnt equal liking that thing when its transformed into real life#i feel like somehow people lost note of that fact#albeit its probably not a big amount of people; but its enough that ive kinda realized it and been so confused about it#everyone thinks they need to be the best person ever. like nothing with flaws. like no media that is problematic#again well thats mostly tiktok mindset#ALSOO... well sometimes people just say this shit bc they wanna start a fight. honestly i should mention that#anyways. welcome to my ramble .that no one cares about. lalala#possuminnit.thoughts
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save a horse, ride your best friend â song mingi



in which your best friend canât believe youâve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.
best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.
liloâs notes. this was requested a while ago but iâve been putting it off because⊠iâve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasnât sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!
listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think iâm pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis
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it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didnât cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.
you werenât sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date youâd gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.
âoh, itâs just amazing,â mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, âhonestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, yâknow, riding.â
based on everything heâs said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense heâd choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.
âcan i admit something?â
he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.
you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.
âiâve never done that before.â
his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. âyouâre kidding.â
âno, really,â you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, âi really havenât done⊠much, so i canât confirm or deny your theory.â
âhuh.â he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. âthat wonât do.â
furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.
âi can⊠teach you, if you want?â
you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasnât awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.
âi mean,â you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, âsure, i guess. why not?â
he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. âiâll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and⊠um, accessible.â
you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothingâor rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, youâd settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity youâd lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.
you could already hear him giggling at the sight.
groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closetâs drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.
deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pairâignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your coreâand replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.
the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.
âhey,â he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.
once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.
âso youâre the one that took this shirt, huh?â he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. âit was my favourite.â
you laughed softly, âclearly you didnât care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.â
âyou little thief.â his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.
âif you really want it back, you can always take it.â
ânah, itâs fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.â he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. âi need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?â
you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.
âare you still okay with this?â he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. âif i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and iâll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?â when you only nodded, he continued, âi need you to say it, please.â
âiâm okay with this,â you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, âand iâll let you know if i need you to stop.â
âgood, nowâŠâ without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.
you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.
âyou know,â he rasped between the licks and kisses, âi canât deny that iâve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.â
âr-really?â
mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, youâd continue grinding against his thigh.
âyeah, really. i mean, look at you,â he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, âyou look so perfect⊠and i bet youâd feel perfect, too.â
you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.
âi know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,â one of his hands inched itâs way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, âiâll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.â
âmingi?â you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. âif you donât shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so⊠please.â
his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.
he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldnât be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips heâs ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.
you didnât mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.
all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier theyâd look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.
âthereâs no need to rush, baby,â he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.
eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.
with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.
âdonât get all shy on me now,â he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, âlet me see you, pretty.â
he didnât continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.
he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.
âyouâre so pretty, baby,â he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.
after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.
âoh, fuck,â he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, âyouâre soaked.â
he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.
he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. âsh-shit⊠youâre so tight. iâm gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?â
you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.
it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.
he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.
âcouldnât find one my size, but this should be fine,â he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, âmy cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.â
you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.
he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.
the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldnât handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.
when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.
when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldnât help but rock your hips against his slowly.
âdo you ever ride your pillow?â he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. âthis is a lot like that, except you have something in you⊠and itâs more of an up and down movement⊠and iâm obviously not a pillow⊠still, thereâs really no right way to do it, just go slow and youâll figure out what works and what doesnât. plus, iâm here to guide you.â
he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.
he definitely wasnât lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else youâve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.
the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.
the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not youâd be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.
âcome on, baby,â he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, âjust a little more⊠we can make it fit, right? just breathe.â
you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.
you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.
your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.
still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.
your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasnât teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.
his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasnât much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each otherâs sounds.
you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.
your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldnât take much longer.
âshit, baby,â he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, ââm so closeâ fuck, you feel s-so good.â
his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.
the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldnât hold back any longer.
âbaby, p-pleaseâ fuckâ please, can i cum i-inside you?â he begged through a groan, âiâ please, angel, i-i canât wait any longer.â
you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.
it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.
after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.
âso,â he started, lips stretched into a smile, âhowâd that feel?â
âfucking amazing.â you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.
this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.
âyeah?â he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, âjust wait until i hit it from the back.â
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Actually while I'm thinking about it, I just wanna say that the more live-action remakes Disney shlups out like shoveled manure, the more amazed I am that Cinderella (2015) exists. It breaks literally every standard of Disney's LA remakes.
It's not a shot-for-shot remake of the original 1950 animated film, though it does include small references and homages to it, but only when such things can be incorporated organically into the story.
The creators understood and respected the cross-cultural significance of the Cinderella story. They didn't want to "fix" it, or add some wacky twist to it, they just wanted to make the best possible version of the Quintessential Cinderella that they could.
Everything that could be done practically was done practically. The carriage was a real, the horses pulling it were real, and all of the other animals (with the exception of the mice and lizards, since their performance was a lot more involved than the others') were real living animals, the lizard footman and goose carriage driver were wearing prosthetics instead of just having their animal features added in post, the Fairy Godmother's dress had little LED lights sewn into it so that it would actually glow for real, the ballroom set was built by hand and included real chandeliers with more than 2000 total candles that were all actually lit for the scene, and I could go on but you get the point.
There's a ton of attention paid to little details that make the world feel real and lived in. Ella's shoes are always a little scuffed and dirty. Her farm dress is faded and wrinkled. When she breaks down and runs away to the woods, she rides her horse bareback (which, once again, was a thing Lily James actually did, no stunt-double or editing in post), because not only is that something a country girl like her would know how to do, but it also makes sense that with as upset as she is, she wouldn't want to waste time with saddling the horse. When she's dancing with the prince, it's visually obvious that he is leading her and giving her cues because of course Ella wouldn't know the latest ballroom dances, and would need him to guide her through it.
Hey speaking of dancing, y'know what else this movie does that no other LA remake has been allowed to do (at least not to this extent)? ROMANCE. Land sakes alive, this is one of the most unabashedly and yet still tastefully romantic movies I've ever seen. Ella and Kit are just oozing romantic chemistry from the moment they lock eyes for the first time. It all comes down to the fact that these two characters both have the same core values of courage and kindness, which makes their admiration for each other feel grounded and believable. Richard Madden also really sells Kit's feelings for Ella with the way his eyes go all big and soft whenever he looks at her. And don't even get me started on Lily's performance as Ella. Her quiet awe that someone as powerful as the prince loves her. The timidity and fear that she's not really worthy of that. The selfless determination to protect him from her family's cruelty, even if it means she'll never see him again, I'm just-- *banging my fist against the table and screaming into a pillow*
Absolutely god-tier costume design. No notes, I think Sandy Powell's work speaks for itself. Btw, in case you were somehow still wondering, yes, Ella's ballgown is fully practical--those layers upon layers of dreamy silk skirts are real. CG was only used to brighten up the blue color to make her stand out from the crowd more.
Wicked stepmother was allowed to actually be wicked. The movie never tries to make you sympathize with Lady Tremaine, or shift the blame off to someone else. And her villainy is given an extra layer of depth with the reveal that she is a dark reflection of Ella. They've both lost people they loved, but where Ella refused to let her grief get in the way of kindness, Lady Tremaine became utterly consumed by it. She views the death of her first husband as a sort of twisted justification for pursuing all her worst impulses. She despises Ella for her ability to flourish even while enduring terrible suffering, for being everything Lady Tremaine was either unable or flat-out refused to be.
Also Cate Blanchet absolutely SLAYS in this role. Hands-down my favorite portrayal of the wicked stepmother character.
Anyways, TLDR: Cinderella (2015) is the only Disney live-action remake that can justify its own existence and that's because it actively defies everything the LA remakes are today.
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Hi hi!
Forgive me if I'm wrong (and feel free to delete this if it's wrong) but I see your requests are open +_+
Can I ask for headcanons about Sebek, Silver, Malleus, and Leona with a reader who gets lost super easily? Like they just get distracted and walk in one direction and suddenly they have no idea where they are kinda lost (if that makes sense)
Also, I would like to say that I love your writing! You're actually the first person I followed when I got on Tumblr because of your twst writing!
Anyway, I hope you take good care of yourself and there's no rush to answer!
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â NOTE: this request was so cute AND OMG YOURE SO SWEET it means a lot and my hobby of writing is motivated by people who enjoy it thank you so much cries
àŒ» Leona Kingscholar
When you first met and he told you to leave, you obeyed reluctantly only to come back not even 5 minutes later. In fact you donât even realize until he calls out to you again.
âI told you to leave.â
âI know, I didnât want to be here!â You boldly said before walking off into a randomly direction. Then ending up right back in front of him. He assumes youâre messing with him.
Once he does get to know you, he realizes itâs out of your control completely and you simply lack awareness. Itâs a major problem because of how large the campus is, more often than not end up late to everything.
His sense of smell isnât the strongest but itâs the only thing he can rely on to find you. Especially if itâs late at night and all else fails, he goes out of his way.
âThere you are, your friends were throwing a fuss because you got lost again.â He said from behind you, clueless as ever. âI didnât think youâd end up here though.â
You looked embarrassed as you approached him, âHow did you find me?â
âWhen you have a brain bigger than a pea, itâs not difficult, herbivore.â He said with a deep breath before grabbing your hand.
âDonât get lost again.â
-ËË Sebek Zigvolt
It is aggravating to him how one can be so hopeless with locating things. He assumed you were a careless student late to class everyday but as he got to know you he realized it was likely due to you being lost.
The first time he was confronted with the fact was when you had to walk somewhere together. âHuman, letâs hurry to Mr. Treinâs class immediately.â
âOkay, so why are you just standing there?â You pointed it out and he crossed his arms.
âHe is a teacher of yours, is he not? Lead the way.â He haughtily demanded and you nodded. But you went in circles for 10 minutes, bickering about it the entire time.
âI know where Iâm going.â
âClearly you donât, what room number is it?â
â112.â
âWeâre at 203 right now, you fool!â
âI thought that said 103?â You looked at the nearest number in shock.
From then on he would never trust you to lead the way, he couldnât even trust you to bring yourself to the correct destination.
âWhat class do you have now, human?â
âScience with Crewel.â
He took a sharp turn and looked back at you, âIâm taking you there, youâll be late otherwise.â
-ËË Silver
He never got an opportunity to see how bad your sense of direction is, he could only assume based off of how others describe you. He admits he understands because his habit of dozing off is also out of his control.
With that in mind he does try to make things easier for you when giving you directions. Just simple instructions like âgo straight until you see the yellow sign, then turn leftâ is dumb enough for you to not somehow misinterpret as long as you pay attention.
The most notable time was when he had been training alone in the forest alone and inevitable dozed off without realizing. When he woke up he saw you sitting beside him.
â[Name]âŠâ He said while sitting up.
âI tried waking you up but Iâd feel bad if I did.â
âSorry, but⊠why are you here?â
You tensed up and laughed, âIâm lost, I couldnât find the mirror room.â You quietly said. âI saw you so I just stayed here until you would wake up.â
âYou do realize the mirror room is a simple path from the main campus.â He says with curiosity but you shrug.
He stands up to gently take your hand and pulls you along. âLetâs go, Iâm sure Grim is worried about you.â
-ËË Malleus Draconia
It is one of the many quirks about you that shows how all humans are different. You specifically are very different in terms of how much awareness you lack in a place you roam around everyday.
The late nights at Ramshackle, you somehow emerge from the darkness and you seem exhausted. He questions you naturally.
âI missed a few turns and I walked into the forest and it took a while for me to find home.â You admitted with leaves in your hair, proof of your travels through the forest. He canât hold back his laughter. He does feel bad for you though.
Oddly enough, your bad direction ends up leading you two together. If you come home late you naturally run into him, and when youâre lost going out and about he spots you.
âItâs as if you have a talent to find me.â He says while appearing behind you.
âI really donât, itâs all a coincidence. Iâm just trying to find my way back to the library!â You proclaim before crossing your arms and heading your way.
âIâm afraid the library is in the opposite direction.â He says and you stop in your tracks to turn around and scurry that way.
âPerhaps it would be efficient if I guide you there myself. It wouldnât be a waste of my time to check out the library.â
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Jade x Reader â Commit to the Bit
Summary: After escaping Scarabia and crash-landing in Monstro Lounge during Chapter 4, you form a deeper relationship with Octavinelleâs vice leader. The Readerâs bold moves pique Jadeâs interest. The two are equally committed to keeping up their acts to maximize the most hilarious reactions from their friends. No matter how big the trick is they always âCommit to the Bit,â and some pranks turn into fact instead of a facade.Â
Word Count: 12.5k+
Authorâs Note: This wouldnât be here if it wasnât for @solxamber. I told her my idea and she became invested. It pushed me to finish this. Somehow itâs turned into this monster of a piece. I had a splendid time with this. Please comment and enjoy!
Tags: @marsinrain @solxamber idk who else to tag lol
You and Grim scream at the top of your lungs as Kalimâs flying carpet rockets past different sceneries. You hear Scarabia students shouting after you. However, no human is a match for an out-of-control, speeding carpet.Â
âWeâre gonna hit the mirror!!â Grim shrieks.Â
You grip your companion as you fly through. You know you wonât slam into glass but you also donât know where youâll land. The two of you exit the hot desert and are flung into darkness. With no ability to see or steer, you crash into something.Â
You groan. Thankfully you landed on something soft. It feels like a couch.Â
âGrim, are you ok?â You call out.Â
The cat whines, âNo, but Iâm alive.â
âItâs better than being tortured and imprisoned in Hellabia,â you comment, before asking. âWhere are we?â
Lights flick on. You wince, shielding from the unexpected brightness. A distinct voice echoes out.
âOya, I was wondering who would be here at this time of night.â
Your head snaps up to see the tweels. A twinkle glitters in your eyes.Â
âOh, thank god, itâs someone menacing!â you exclaim, âPlus, youâre in debt to us for stopping Azulâs overblot and youâll find our situation interesting.â
You watch Jadeâs eyes widen at your rapid-fire enthusiasm. Even Floyd seems momentarily lost for words. Itâs not unexpected. Every time youâve interacted with the trio, youâve been reserved. The group seemed more trouble than they were worth. While you gravitate to interesting circumstances and people, youâve been entertained by the overblots. It didnât seem necessary to seek out the tweel tricksters and their con artist boss. However, your circumstances have changed.Â
You want revenge on Scarabia and you've fallen right into the perfect predatorâs lap. This trio is vindictive and vicious. They like throwing people off for fun. Theyâre exactly what you need.Â
You havenât sought vengeance on the other overblot students because you havenât been directly involved. If you were, you knew you could get out of it. It was another riveting problem you needed to solve. You werenât affected by Riddle. You donât have magic and youâre not in Heartslabyul. For Leona, you canât play Magical Shift. Ruggieâs magic didnât hurt you. You didnât make a terrible deal with Azul. You just had to get your dumb friends out of a bad situation lest you die of complaints. You werenât worried about Ramshackle, because you had the skill to get it back. You were the one who planned Azulâs ultimate demise after all. With Scarabia though, they put you through torture. They forced you to walk across the desert. They caught you multiple times trying to escape and youâre not letting that go.Â
Therefore, youâre throwing away all pretenses to recruit these slippery fish folk. If anyone would be on board this ship, it would be the Octavinelle trio.Â
You barrel on, summarizing. âWe just escaped Scarabia prison. They kidnapped us, locked us up for over a week, and forced us into inhuman slavery with the excuse of âtraining!â Plus, a coup is about to happen. Somethingâs fishy and itâs not you.â
You get up, walking toward the twin, bubbling in excitement. Before either of them can respond, another person speaks up. Itâs the languid and steady voice of a businessman.Â
âA coup?â Azul inquires.
You glance at him and nod.Â
âThe Scarabia students arenât happy with Kalimâs treatment. They want Jamil to usurp him,â you briefly explain, before adding. âYou know why thatâs strange.âÂ
The dorm leader gives a thoughtful hum before a group of Scarabia students burst through the door.Â
âWe found you, thieves! Thereâs nowhere to run now,â one of them declares.
You step closer to Jade and retort, âWrongful imprisonment and mistreatment of workers is a crime. We took dire measures to escape. Grim and I arenât a part of your dorm. Jamil invited us. If you were good hosts, youâd respect the wishes of your guests and let them leave when they become uncomfortable. I have video evidence.âÂ
The last part was a lie, but you wanted to provoke them. You pull out your phone and wave it around. Youâre curious to see how the twins will react.
One hot-blooded student lunges for your device. You âyelp,â jumping behind the quieter twin. In a flash, Jade has their wrist in a crushing hold.Â
âWhen it comes to recording illegal activity, as long as the person recording does not interfere, itâs submissible in court,â Jade dictates in a smooth and steady voice.Â
His eyes narrow in delight as his victimâs hand turns blue due to lack of circulation. The student pales.Â
Another boy argues, âThey stole Kalimâs magic carpet. Theft is a crime too.â
âBesides, this isnât any of your business! Back off,â someone else interjects.Â
Thereâs a collective agreement when Azul cuts in.Â
âBased on the prefectâs testimony, weâve offered them sanctuary. Until weâve investigated this matter, Octavinelle will keep Kalimâs magic carpet,â the dorm leader details before giving a deadly smile, âFor now, youâre in our territory. Iâll kindly ask you to leave. If you donât do it willingly, I have no problem forcing you.â
One of the students grits his teeth and barks, âThey stole Kalimâs carpet! Do you know how precious it is?â
You speak up, âYes, and because Octavinelle is sheltering us, theyâll want to ensure his carpet is returned in pristine condition. It would be embarrassing if there were any blemishes they didnât catch. Theyâre incredibly benevolent and would want to compensate Kalim.â
Youâre about to reassure them youâll give it back tomorrow when you notice something. Your crash landing destroyed some tables. Azul would never let that go. You change your goal and escalate the situation.
âAlthough, it is pathetic that there are so many of you and youâre scared of two people, a magicless student, and their cat. Your attitudes are a reflection of your dorm. Perhaps, you deserve the grueling treatment Kalim subjects you to. Maybe you can learn how to be mentally stronger,â you taunt.Â
It has the desired effect. The Scarabia students attack. You grin and snatch the carpet. Before you move, you see Grim lining up to fire. You pick him up by the scruff of his neck and slide up to Azul.Â
âWhy are you taking me away?â Grim cries, kicking the air. âI want to fight too!â
âIf you attack them, weâre at a disadvantage. They could claim we used force as well. Itâs better to let the tweels handle it,â you reply, before whispering in his flaming ear. âI donât fancy paying Octavinelle for property damage. If you donât want to become fish food, keep quiet.â
Grim squeaks and nods. You place him down, pat his head, and watch the battle. The place becomes a mess. Your initial damages blend in with the landscape.Â
Youâve always admired the twinsâ fighting style. They get up close and personal, bashing people into walls and tables. The combination of physical power and magical prowess is unique, effective, and intimidating. It sends people running.Â
âYou should bill Kalim for compensation,â you suggest to Azul, âHeâs their dorm leader. Itâs supposedly on his orders that Grim and I were held hostage.â
The man grits his teeth, âYou intentionally provoked them. We wonât get any money if the carpet is damaged.âÂ
âItâs not. We can check now,â you reassure.
You turn and walk to the bar. You smirk to yourself. He didnât notice your crash-landing. You distracted him with the potential coup and later the Scarabia mob blocked his line of sight. Now, youâre off the hook.
You lay the magic carpet on the counter.Â
âCarpet, are you hurt in any way?â You question.Â
The animated objectâs tassels shake a no.Â
You request, âPerfect. Just in case, can we look over you?âÂ
It moves its tassels up and down and flops onto the counter. You laugh at the action. Pulling out your phone flashlight, you ensure there are no imperfections. A scream and snap resound behind you. You and Azul ignore it. Floyd cackles with a crazed edge and a sinister chuckle comes from Jade.Â
You feel Grim press against your leg. Glancing down, you grab him and put him on a bar stool. You ask the carpet to flip itself so you can inspect the back more closely.
âThis is incredible quality,â Azul states, running his fingers across the fabric.Â
You can practically hear the money signs in his voice.Â
You roll your eyes. âDo you doubt the Al-Asimâs wealth?âÂ
âNo! Iâm just admiring the business opportunity,â he answers.Â
Something thuds beside you. You look down to find a struggling Scarabia student on the floor. You stare. Youâve covered up your part of the crime and itâs illegal for them to trespass on private property. You deem it fine to enact violence before slamming your foot into his face.Â
The student yells, clutching his broken nose. You kick him a few feet away. Once heâs out of range, you casually turn back to the Octavinelle house warden.Â
âYou said you were providing us sanctuary. I expect you to uphold your statement,â you tell him.Â
The sophomore stares at you with an open mouth. You continue the conversation for him.
âIf you canât tell, Iâd like to get revenge on these people. In addition, this is good for you. If we figure out whatâs wrong with Kalim, heâll owe you a debt. Your bodyguards will be invested because it causes chaos. Thereâs no downââÂ
A hand brushes your ankle.
You pin it under your foot before the perpetrator latches on. You slowly turn your gaze to the ground. Itâs the scum you left a shoe imprint on. How cute.Â
You give a soft smile and swivel your heel into his hand. There are a few cracks.
âDid you know that there are 27 bones in the human hand?â you ask, leaning down. âThatâs about one-quarter of all the bones in your body. Theyâre also some of the most painful to break because they have the most nerve endings. Itâs been used as a torture method to get people to confess.â
The teenagerâs free hand shoots out to grab your other ankle. A deadly spark flickers in your eyes. You snatch the extremity and extend it above his body until you hear a pop. His shoulder dislocates. You send another warm smile. Itâs so out of place, itâs uncanny.Â
âYou havenât learned your lesson, have you? Thatâs ok. Iâm a great tutor. Carpet, please move away from me and the fight,â you request.Â
You watch the magic item fly away and turn back to the Scarabia member.Â
âFor the record, Kalim sent you, correct? I must ensure Azul sends the bill to the right person. I donât want to be liable for any damages to the Monstro Lounge,â you explain condescendingly.Â
Instead of answering, your victim spits at you. Your eyes widen. You keep your calm and sweet expression.Â
âYou just signed your ticket to hell,â you sing before stomping his groin.
You use his moment of vulnerability to yank him up. You open his jaw, place it on the edge of the bar, and crack your elbow over his head. Controlling your strength, you make sure he only breaks some teeth. You donât want to kill him.Â
âWoaaah! Shrimpy's got some moves!â Floyd cries behind you.Â
You flash a brilliant grin. Jade looks at you with wide eyes before narrowing into a thrilled shimmer. Theyâve dealt with the students on their side. Everyone watches you, so you put on a show.Â
Pulling your victim off the counter, you throw him onto a nearby seat. You pluck the magic pen off him and toss it to Grim.Â
âNow you can experience what itâs like to be a magicless student,â you comment, rummaging through his pockets. âAlthough, you got beat up by me despite having magic. Itâs quite embarrassing.âÂ
The boy is too terrified to stop you. You remove his wallet and flip through the different cards he has.
âIn addition to losing against me, you lost Kalimâs carpet andâOoh, a gift card.âÂ
You pocket it and take out the wad of cash. You leave his ID and credit card. Itâs more trouble than itâs worth to steal someoneâs credit or debit card. If you use it, it can be tracked. On the other hand, gift cards and physical money are safe.Â
You continue, âYou failed to recapture Grim and I. You should probably keep quiet for now and figure it out what to do in the morning. Itâs late. Despite your injuries, youâll have to walk through the desert tomorrow. You need all the sleep you can get. Hopefully, you have a medic on hand.â
After shaking the boy down you snatch his magical pen from your cat. You tuck it back into his shirt pocket and pat it.
âIâll return this to you so people wonât question why you donât have it. Be grateful for the small things.â You smile before shoving him out of his seat and onto the floor.Â
You toss the wallet on his limp body. After making sure thereâs no blood on the bar stool, you replace him and cross your legs. When nobody moves, you glance at the mob.Â
âYou should grab him before he bleeds out,â you suggest.
Two Scarabia students scurry up to help their fallen comrade and scuttle out the door.Â
Jade slides up beside you.
âThat was impressive, [Y/N]. Where did you learn to fight like that?â The quieter twin asks.Â
Floyd grins, skipping over. âShrimpyâs awesome! I havenât seen anyone be that ruthless in a while.â
âMy family taught me,â you shrug, before addressing Azul. âDo you have a room Grim and I can sleep in tonight?âÂ
The octopus pushes his glasses up, regaining his composure from the intense shock.Â
The house warden answers, âNo, we donât, butââÂ
â--Thatâs fine. Iâll sleep with Jade.â
It takes a moment for the others to process your words. Azul is the first to react.Â
âWHAT?!?!â He screams.
Jadeâs eyes blow wide as they look at you, stunned. Floydâs voice is caught in his throat. It takes everything in you to keep a straight and innocent face. To distract yourself from laughing, you reach down to pick up Grim. You hold him out to Floyd.Â
âYou can have Grim. Heâs a great cuddler,â you tell him, before glancing at his twin. âYou share a room, right?â
Jade slowly nods.Â
You bob your head and shove your cat into Floydâs arms. Hopping off your seat, you grab the quieter eel.
âYouâre ok with it, right?â you confirm.Â
The man looks torn between asking if youâre sure and agreeing for fun. Your decision to share a bed with a distant, borderline-deadly acquaintance is a wild and concerning move. You can tell heâs worried for your safety and sanity.Â
Azul interrupts, yelling, âYou can sleep on the couch!â
âBut I want to sleep on a bed,â you argue, before asking him. âDo you want to share with me?âÂ
âEw, no,â the octopus responds.Â
âWell, Iâm not rooming with Floyd. Jadeâs my best choice,â you say, âLetâs go. Iâm tired and we have to get revenge in the morning.âÂ
You drag the chosen twin out the door without waiting for anyone else.Â
From behind you, Floyd chortles, âShimpy is bold! I guess youâre sleeping with me, Baby Seal.âÂ
Grim cries out in distress.
Jade leads you to their bedroom. Itâs obvious which section is his.
Walking over to his bed, you ask. âDo you have a preference on which side you sleep on?â
âNo, I donât.â The vice leader shakes his head.
Floyd busts in, clutching a dead-faced Grim.Â
âWeâre having a sleepover,â he squeals, launching at you.Â
You slip behind Jade, but he dodges. Your eyes widen as the chaotic eel barrels toward you. You tackle the vice leader to avoid him.Â
Both of you fall on the bed as he lets out a surprised sound.Â
âDogpile!â Floyd shouts.Â
He jumps and knocks the wind out of you. Grim screeches as heâs smooshed. The taller twin laughs and you canât help but chuckle too. It turns into a full-blown cackle at the absurd situation. Factoring in your earlier stunt, you lose it.Â
You canât breathe but it doesnât stop you from wheezing, âYour faces when I said Iâd sleep with Jade! You were so surprised. Azulâs reaction was gold. I had to fight so hard to keep a straight face, but it was worth it.â
You grip Jadeâs shoulders, shaking. Tears begin streaming down your face. Your giggle fit continues as you shove Floyd off you. The Octavinelle student laughs alongside you and even Jade joins in.Â
Grim tries to stay silent, frowning, because you left him with Floyd. However, the air is too infectious. He canât help but snicker too.Â
It takes a while before you can speak. You sigh as your laughter passes. You turn to Jade.Â
âImma get ready for bed. I need all my energy to fulfill my retribution,â you state, sitting up. âDo you have an extra toothbrush and can I borrow some pajamas?âÂ
Jade nods, standing up to fetch the requested items.Â
Floyd complains next to you. âI wanna stay up~!âÂ
âWeâre having a two-day sleepover. Maybe even more. Weâre infiltrating Scarabia tomorrow. Iâm sure weâll be too busy planning dastardly schemes to get much sleep anyway,â you reason.Â
The fictitious eel weighs his options before agreeing, âOk! I still have Baby Seal to keep me company.âÂ
Floyd grabs Grim and squeezes. Your cat squeaks and looks at you desperately. You turn away, feigning ignorance, as you take Jadeâs pajamas and the extra toiletries.Â
âIâll get you for this,â Grim promises, as Floyd takes him to his side of the room.Â
You look at the offered sleepwear. Itâs a set of turquoise silk pajamas. You rub your thumb along it. Theyâre soft.Â
âThank you,â you tell him, âIâll be quick.âÂ
After completing your nighttime routine, you slip back into the room. Heading to the light switch, you focus on Jadeâs bed. Once youâve mapped your path, you flick it off and dive. Crashing into his body, your bedmate lets out an âoof.â
âYouâve done that twice tonight. You canât keep your hands off me,â he teases, amused.
âYouâre interesting and like to mess with people. Why wouldnât I want to be close to you?â you throw back.
Heâs quiet as you climb over him, taking the space closest to the wall and furthest from Floyd. If the ball of eccentric energy attempts to approach you in your sleep, you can use his twin as a shield.
Once you settle in, the vice leader speaks up.
âI could strangle you in your sleep,â he threatens in a low voice.
You raise an amused eyebrow. âYou could but you wonât.â
âWhy do you think so?â Jade questions.Â
âIâm more entertaining alive than dead or hurt,â you answer with confidence.Â
Burrowing yourself into the covers, Jade hums. âYou have no sense of self-preservation.â
âMaybe Iâm just good at picking people,â you reply.
âYou have strange tastes,â he responds.Â
âIf I have strange tastes, then youâre a hypocrite,â you retort with a smile.Â
Turning toward the wall, you let sleep overtake you.
ââââââââ
Youâre a light sleeper. Thankfully, youâre only interrupted a few times. Itâs better than sharing a bed with Grim. Unlike your cat companion, Jade is still. However, there are moments when you regain consciousness.
You feel the Octavinelle student shift. He drapes an arm over your midsection, pulling you in. You feel his warmth against your back. Your breath catches as you try to calm your racing heart. Despite your previous bravo and nonchalant attitude, you feel attracted to the twin. You take deep breaths and concentrate on deciphering if Jade is asleep. Itâs important for your analysis. After a few minutes, you conclude he is unconscious. You raise your eyebrows. That's a surprising and good sign.Â
The stunt you pulled was a test. You wanted to see if Jade would cross any boundaries. Heâs a wild card. Youâre certain Floyd would choose his whims over your needs. However, his twin was more restrained or at least clear-headed during social interactions.Â
Before committing to your romantic pursuit, you need to know if the other person respects you. Itâs a key factor in a lasting relationship. Youâre not interested in a fling. You want a long-term partner. Jade piques your interest and you want to know if heâs a good match. The sophomore passed the first test. In light of that, you reward him.
Gently flipping over, you nuzzle into his arms. The man is surprisingly warm. Before you drift into dreamland, you wonder if itâs an adaptation to the cold sea climate.Â
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Warm arms leave your side. You groan, grabbing onto Jadeâs shirt.Â
âWhat time is it?â you question, bleary-eyed.Â
â6:30,â Jade states, stopping his retreat.
It sounds like heâs been awake for a while. You revel in the fact he didnât move your positions. Itâs another positive mark. You donât let on to your thoughts.
âItâs way too early, but Scarabia starts walking at 8,â you grumble, âItâs one more reason to get back at them. However, I want to look good while doing it. I need to give off an innocent vibe.â
Your voice is still ragged from sleep and you slink your arms around Jade.Â
âInnocent?â the vice leader questions, âAfter you tore through that poor soul?âÂ
âI gotta plan,â you mumble, burying your face into his chest.Â
Jade stiffens before tentatively relaxing. You resist the urge to smirk. The eel is intuitive. You appreciate a quick-minded and observant individual. It looks like the Octavinelle student is insightful enough to know that youâre up to something and to follow your lead.
You continue, complaining, âI donât wanna get up.â
You keep it down, not wanting to wake up Floyd. Thinking about the room's other occupants, you peek past Jade to see the other bed.Â
Floyd is sprawled out with the sheets half kicked off him. Grim lies on his chest fast asleep. You smirk. You have to take a picture of this, but the bed and Jade are comfy.Â
You huff and scrunch your nose. Taking a breath of fortitude, you give your snuggle buddy one last squeeze, before slinging yourself over him. With the grace of a cat, you avoid getting caught in the covers and place your feet on the floor in silence.Â
Unbeknownst to you, your chosen eel follows your figure with the eyes of a predator.Â
Walking over to grab your phone, you pad to the left side of the room. You ensure the ringer is silenced before taking multiple pictures of the cute duo. When you turn back to Octavinelleâs vice leader, heâs half sitting up, gazing with a smirk.Â
The teenagerâs hair sticks up all over the place. You turn the camera to him and snap a photo. A smile is still plastered on his face but his head tilts, planning payback. You roll your eyes. Youâre not interested in being a victim of the twinâs antics yet. Plopping beside him, you grab his shoulder and pull him closer. You flip the camera to selfie mode and take photos of you and the eel. Thereâs a soft smile on your face and an entertained smirk on Jadeâs. Both of you look equally ridiculous and disheveled.Â
âNow weâre even,â you whisper, âWhatâs your phone number? I donât want you to think Iâm holding this hostage. Itâs only fair you have them too.âÂ
Jade raises his eyebrows, impressed by your smooth way of getting his number. He enters his contact info into your device and hands it back. With a few taps, you send him the captured memories.Â
âWe should get ready,â you sigh.Â
âIndeed. Although, I donât know how youâre going to pull off an innocent look,â he comments, smirking.Â
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The Octavinelle trio, the Ramshackle duo, and the magic carpet enter Scarabia. The five humanoids are blasted by hot air. Â
Floyd laments, âIt feels like the middle of summer. Iâm going to dry out at this rate.âÂ
You perk up, curious.Â
âAre your body temperatures higher than regular humans because you all live in a colder climate?â you question.Â
Azul turns to you, surprised.Â
âYes, we do. How do you know?â he replies.Â
You focus on maintaining a straight face. Out of everyoneâs reactions last night, Azulâs was the most entertaining.
âJade was incredibly warm when we cuddled,â you reveal.Â
The businessmanâs eyes bulge out and he coughs. You clench your teeth, resisting the urge to laugh. The gentlemanly twin is unable to resist and enhances your performance.Â
He puts an arm around your waist and confirms, âThey were rather cool, so it didnât bother me. Their hair also smells nice. Itâs a mix of [whatever scent you like, but itâs very specific. Weirdly specific].âÂ
Youâre torn between being flattered, concerned about how descriptive he is, and laughing at the fantastic response. The Octavinelle dorm leader stares at the two of you horrified and wary. Floyd gleefully cackles beside you.Â
âJade is down bad, and Shrimpy is making the moves~! No wonder Azulâs terrified. He just gained another of us,â the chaotic twin crows, bumping into you.Â
Floyd throws an arm around your shoulder. The twins squish you on either side. They tower above you with mischievous and deadly smiles.
âI hope youâre not leaving anytime soon. Youâre too interesting and my brother likes you,â the basketball player sings, âIf you try to escape, Iâll have to squeeze ya.âÂ
You smirk back, looping your arms around their backs. You pull them in. They lean down, excited by the impromptu team huddle.Â
âYouâre much more fun to work with than I thought. As long as weâre all in agreement, Iâll stick around as long as you like. Besides, Azulâs reactions are more than enough to get me to stay,â you say.Â
You gesture at the lone Octavinelle sophomore. His eyebrows scrunch, attempting to factor your brand of insanity into his plans. The house warden notices your gazes and glares at the three of you.Â
He pushes up his glasses and declares, âWe have a coup to stop, business deals to make, and a mystery to solve. Letâs get going.âÂ
The octopus spins on his heels and stalks forward. The eels and you straighten to attention, falling into your roles. As you walk closer to the elaborate building, Azul relaxes into his usual over-the-top attitude. He glances behind and finds perfect and docile assistants. You hear a sigh of relief.Â
Eventually, youâre close enough to hear the Scarabia students from last nightâs fight. They took your advice and havenât told anyone. Putting on your best acting face, you pretend to look at the Leech twins in fear. Thereâs a mirthful sparkle in Jadeâs eye and Floyd is ecstatic to see what will happen. Without waiting, he shoves you forward.Â
âGo and tell them what you need to, Shrimpy,â the embodiment of chaos elogates.Â
His voice catches the residentsâ attention. They stiffen at the sight of your quartet. You make your body small and unthreatening. You put your arms close to your chest, strengthening the effect. You spare the school mafia one more hesitant glance.Â
Floyd urges you in a threatening tone, âTell them what you need to and make it quick.â
He puts a hand on his other shoulder, tilting his head. He wears the disconcerting expression of a wild predator about to snap.Â
âBe grateful weâre allowing you to do this much,â Jade chimes in with a similar grin.
You hurry to the beat-up students and start apologizing.Â
âIâm so sorry for what happened yesterday. I was scared you would take Grim and me. I shouldnât have taken my anger out on you. The person I should be mad at is the one making you do these inhuman acts. However, I canât help but feel thereâs something wrong with Kalim. Heâs usually so outgoing and kind,â you start.
âI want to help your dorm. I need to make up for what I did and leaving you all to endure this torture isnât right. As someone who experienced it first-hand, I want to stop this. However, I paid a heavy price to get some help,â you lie.
You slightly gesture to the Octavinelle trio. Based on the Scarabia studentsâ expressions, the mobsters are as intimidating as ever.Â
You plead your case, âIâm getting Azul and the twins to help me investigate, but we need to make sure our cover isnât blown. Please pretend you didnât see anything last night.âÂ
You give a strained smile before pulling out a healing potion and presenting it to the student you hurt.Â
You bow. âAgain, Iâm sorry. Please accept this as part of my apology.âÂ
Your ploy works like spreading hot butter on toast.Â
âWeâll keep quiet,â one of them assures, âThank you for helping. Youâre doing everyone a favor. There are no hard feelings about your attack.âÂ
âNow that you mention it, you were the one who helped solve the incident in Heartslabyul,â another points out.Â
âOh my god, they were! Didnât they also solve the slavery issue in Octavinelle too?â someone asks.Â
âThat must be where they became in debt to them,â one individual surmises.Â
They rally around you, buying into your lie and creating a story for you. They believe youâre a saint sent from the heavens. They donât doubt your intentions at all.Â
âIf you need anything, let us know. Weâll support you to the best of our abilities,â the last reassures.Â
You give a shaky and appreciative smile. âThank you. I have one request. If something weird happens between the Octavinelle trio and me, itâs all part of the plan. I ask that you not to give anything away or oppose whatâs happening.âÂ
The Scarabia students immediately agree when Azul cuts in.Â
â[Y/N], we need to find Kalim,â he dictates.Â
You pretend to jump. You wave to your new followers and scramble back to your party. When you turn your back to the fools, you smirk at your fellow tricksters. Jade sends an approving nod as Floyd gives a joyful grin.Â
A familiar voice comes around the corner.Â
âItâs almost time for morning training,â Jamil warns, âKalim will lose it if youâre laââ
The vice leader stops upon seeing the out-of-place sea folk. He narrows his eyes. Before he can say anything, Azul gives a signature business greeting.Â
âJamil! Good morning. How are you on such a fine day?â he questions with a lavishing voice.Â
The Scarabia vice leader stares with a slightly annoyed and skeptical frown.
âAzul Ashengrotten with the Leech Twins,â he addresses, before asking. âWhat are you doing here?â
You speak up, âI brought them.â
Jamil furrows his brows. âWhy?â
You move, allowing him to see Grim and the magic carpet. The brunetteâs eyes grow wide.
âThe magic carpet escaped. Grim and I were able to grab it just before it took off. However, it ended up dragging us through the mirror and into Octavinelle. They insisted we stay the night and return it together,â you start.Â
Azul seamlessly takes the baton and continues, âWe want to personally deliver it to Kalim. Itâs a national treasure. If someone were to find fault with it and claim it was Octavinelleâs fault, Iâd have no end of trouble.âÂ
Jamil purses his lips. âKalim doesnât care about something like that. You can give itââÂ
â--Thereâs no need for you to pay the 20% labor fee for returning a lost item,â the dorm leader adds.
The whole crew chips in.Â
âWe heard about your training and wanted to talk to Kalim about it,â Jade comments.Â
âWe also brought seafood pizza,â Floyd drawls with a grin.Â
âAnd snacks!â Grim adds.
âAnyway, Iâd like to hand this to him directly. I assume heâs awake?â Azul finishes.Â
After being pelted with rapid-fire statements, Jamil closes his eyes and denies the request again.Â
âIâm telling you heâs in a badâHey! You canât just walk in here!â
Azul strides past the protesting Scarabia student. Your party follows the Octavinelle leader inside.Â
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âThe Ramshackle Prefect informed us youâre training over the winter holidays. The three of us happen to be stuck at school too. Isnât this a perfect opportunity to deepen Octavinelle and Scarabiaâs bonds through joint training?â Azul suggests to Kalim.
The sunshine student lights up. âThat sounds like a great idea! Iâd love to have you over!âÂ
Jamil cuts in with a harsh voice.Â
âIâm against it. Octavinelle is a rival dorm. It would put us at a disadvantage if we let the enemy come in and learn our tricks,â he advises, crossing his arms.
The wealthy teen looks at his subordinate with a relaxed grin.Â
ââEnemyâ is a bit much. Besides, didnât you invite the Ramshackle dorm?â the sophomore points out.Â
Jamil purses his lips.Â
âI suppose youâre right,â he admits, before turning a stern glare onto the mafia trio. âIâm saying this for you as well, Azul. I know how much you value your grades.âÂ
The businessman sighs, looking downcast. âI suppose youâre right. We should make our way back. Good luck with your training.âÂ
The three of them turn around solemnly. You know what the next step of the plan is. Theyâre going to make themselves look pitiful. However, that wouldnât be any fun. You canât wait to see Azulâs facial expression to your next surprise.Â
âWait!â You stop them in a heartfelt tone.Â
The trio glances at you, but youâre already looking at Kalim. You have a pleading expression.Â
âKalim, Iâm determined to stay here until the end of winter break. Grim and I were thrilled whenever Jamil invited us. We are often stuck alone in our dorm, isolated. Scarabia is so lively and weâve made great friends. We want to foster those connections, butâŠâ you trail off.Â
You mentally steel yourself and look at Jade. In your peripheral vision, you watch Azul stiffen and clench his teeth. Floyd gives the widest grin youâve ever seen and Jade stares in amusement.Â
âI miss my boyfriend,â you finish.Â
You barely save yourself from laughing by breaking eye contact with Octavinelleâs vice leader.Â
You continue, rambling. âItâs ok if you canât allow thatââÂ
âNo!â Kalim shouts, âI cannot break up a couple like this! Azul is one of the best mages at this school. If we let them stay, Scarabia will benefit. Iâd sully the Al-Asim name if I turned you all away. Plus, I have to know how you got together.âÂ
Jamil is too stunned to retort. Thereâs a brief moment of silence where typically Azul would speak up. However, heâs too busy containing his rage and annoyance to do anything.Â
Jade replies, heading over to your side. âKalim, thank you. Iâve missed my significant other dearly during this time. Youâve done us a great favor.âÂ
Azul gets his wits about him and puts on a business smile. Itâs slightly taut, but he retains his drama and butters up the wealthy student.Â
âYes, you are a truly kind and warm-hearted person! I will teach you everything I know,â he promises.Â
âFloyd and I are happy to assist with any cooking and cleaning,â Jade adds, snaking his arm around your waist.Â
You catch Azul glaring at the action before covering it with an elegant smile.Â
Floyd chips in. âYeah, weâre old pros from working at the Lounge.âÂ
âThatâll be a great help! Jamil wonât have as much work anymore. He already does so much for me,â the embodiment of sunshine beams.Â
Jamil speaks up with a calculated expression.Â
âI donât need any help, but I didnât know you were together. When did you start dating?â the vice leader drawls.
âI want to know too! You have to tell us everything!â Kalim jumps in.Â
He urges your party to sit. You move in tandem with your âboyfriend.â Sitting close together, Jade puts a hand behind you and leans into your figure. You copy his behavior and rest yourself on his shoulder. The Scarabia house warden squeals at your intimate position while Jamil narrows his eyes, skeptical.Â
On Jadeâs left is a smug Floyd. He looks at Jamil with a confident smirk. He knows the two of you wonât break. Next to him, Azul regrets his life choices and plots to kill the two of you in private.Â
âHow did you get together?â Kalim questions with twinkling eyes.
Jade chuckles, âI caught an interest in the prefect after Azulâs overblot. They were the mastermind behind his demise and I had to learn more. I ended up finding them in the greenhouse one day. We were both looking for the same ingredients for potions class. They asked me a few questions and I mentioned my terrariums. They were more enthusiastic than I expected, so I showed my hobby to them. [Y/N] wanted to help. I wasnât opposed to the idea, so we spent time together. We bonded over shared interests.âÂ
Jamil interrupts, âI canât see you dating just because of plants. What other interests do you share? The two of you are quite different.âÂ
Jade hums, placing his head on top of yours. You take the hint and nuzzle into him.Â
âYouâre right. We do enjoy more physical activities.âÂ
Azul squawks, his glasses going askew. Floyd cackles, clapping. Grim glances at you with a complicated and borderline disgusted expression. Jamilâs mouth falls open at the bold choice and Kalim fanboys.Â
You scoff, lightly smacking your chosen eel. âYou didnât have to admit that.â
âI know you like it,â he replies.Â
Kalim continues the interview. âJade, what do you like most about [Y/N]?âÂ
He gives a thoughtful look.
âTheyâre unassuming at first glance, but theyâre an incredible strategist and tactician. Theyâre unpredictable,â he details.Â
Jamil hums, âSo thatâs why youâre interested.âÂ
He turns to you and provokes, âI suggest you donât place all your hopes and dreams on him. Youâre just a passing fancy.âÂ
Your eyes widen, genuinely offended. Jade grips your midsection and wraps his other arm across your torso. He keeps his ever-present smile, but it has a deadly edge. You lean into him.
Jade responds for both of you.Â
âNobody asked for your opinion,â he comments, before turning to you. âI want to know what you find attractive about me.âÂ
A silent understanding passes between the two of you. You want to distract Kalim from Jamilâs comment. The Scarabia vice leader is testing you, but you want to smooth this over.Â
In the back of your mind, you think that this dating simulation is going well. Youâll have to continue it for a few more days to gain significant data. However, the odds tilt in Jadeâs favor.Â
âYouâre rather gentlemanly,â you start, before glancing at him.Â
You let your eyes wander his face, before going in for the kill. You make sure everyone in the room knows what youâre doing. Your gaze drops from his eyes to his mouth. It lingers for a long time. You tear your focus away and look at Kalim.
âMore importantly, heâs interesting. He likes to go along with my plans and I have fun with him,â you say, before adding. âHis teeth are just a bonus.âÂ
Azul jerks forward, having been metaphorically K.O.ed. He glares holes into both of you. You smirk. The businessmanâs eyes widen, disturbed.Â
You furrow your eyebrows. The sunshine child explains what happened, clapping his hands.
âThe two of you are in sync! You made the same facial expression at Azul. Youâre fated to be together!â he praises.
You look at your partner with a satisfied grin. The Scarabia vice leader interjects again, displeased.
â[Y/N] is fairly open. Was there any reason you hid your relationship?â he interrogates.
Youâve been waiting for the question.
âYes,â you sigh, âWe thought Azul would disapprove. I was the one who planned his downfall after all. Unfortunately, we were right about his reaction.â
The Octavinelle leader whips toward you, his mouth open and his eyes filled with fire. You ignore him, continuing.
âIt all came out last night. Floyd caught us making out. We tried to stop him from telling Azul, but you know Floyd,â you say, giving a helpless smile. âIâm glad you allowed them to stay, Kalim. I worried Jade might get berated if I didnât return with him. Thank you. We appreciate it.âÂ
âAnytime!â the Scarabia student waves you off.Â
The businessman cuts in to defend his honor.Â
âTo be fair, Iâm mostly shocked by your union,â he states, pushing up his glasses. âI just need time to process. Iâll get used to this new normal eventually.âÂ
Kalim cheers, âIâm glad Azul is coming around!âÂ
The sophomore in question scowls. From the corner of your eye, Jamil frowns. The vice leader doesnât believe you and thatâs fine. He wonât catch you or Jade slipping up.
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You continue the fake relationship for that day, avoiding Jamilâs attempts to prove your lie. That night, Azul almost strangles all of you for the stunt you pulled. Youâre quick to distract him. Eventually, Jade and you find the culprit behind Kalimâs âmood swings.â From there, the five of you plan.Â
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You walk with Azul and Grim to Kalimâs bedroom. Itâs early in the morning. You want to wake him before his vice leader does.
Azul stops and looks at you. He searches your eyes with a neutral and serious face.Â
âAre you playing with him?â he questions.Â
You tilt your head with a smile.Â
You shake your head. âIâm not, but itâs pretty cute youâre worried.âÂ
The businessman crosses his arms, giving a light glare.Â
âI donât want my best asset to decrease his productivity because heâs in a slump,â he argues, âHeâs the one who deals with social interactions. If heâs not at peak performance, he canât follow through with my schemes.âÂ
You give an unconvinced look but donât push. Instead, you answer the question.Â
âI am serious about him. My bold moves at the beginning were mostly tests,â you reveal.
The sophomore pauses, confused. âWhat?â
âWhen I suggested sleeping with him, I wanted to see if he would do anything inappropriate or cross any boundaries. I wondered how he would react in a domestic relationship. I got a satisfying answer,â you explain, âThe fake dating ploy is to see how well we work as a team. I knew Jamil wouldnât believe us, so this also gauges how dedicated he can be as my partner.
âI look at romantic relationships like a group project. Two people work toward a shared goal of staying together and supporting one another. Both sides have to put in work to maintain it. Itâs efficient to put candidates through trials at the beginning. I donât want to invest in a poor product,â you chuckle.Â
Azul stares at you, mildly impressed. He pushes up his glasses.
âYouâre smarter than I gave you credit for,â he comments, âIâm sure Jade has a long-standing interest in you as well.â
You beam, elated. The Octavinelle student shakes his head before walking forward.Â
âWe have a plan to dislodge,â he reminds you.Â
âIndeed,â you chirp, skipping alongside him.Â
The businessman sighs, resigned to his fate of you and Jade getting together.Â
ââââââââ
Everyone stands outside the dorm in the scorching sun, listening to the Octavinelle trio.Â
âSkirmishes are good exercise and help relieve stress,â Jade informs.Â
Floyd pipes up with his signature elongated vocals.Â
âI wanna go wild too! Someone come fight me!â He giggles.
You jump at the opportunity.Â
âI want to,â you volunteer, running up.Â
âOooh, Shrimpyâs offering to wrestle with me! Yeah, Iâll do it,â the chaotic twin agrees, âOne on one though.â
âDeal,â you grin.Â
You look at the Octavinelleâs first and second in command. Azul purses his lips but shrugs, accepting your death, while Jade is amused.Â
When you turn away, your fake boyfriendâs eyes narrow, cutting into his brother. Itâs a warning. His counterpart laughs.Â
âI wonât kill them, Jade. Theyâre too funny to cripple,â the chaotic twin reassures, throwing his hands up. âI know theyâre yours.âÂ
You glance at the calmer eel. He has a small smile on his face like always.Â
âJust be careful, pearl,â he cautions you.
You perk up at the new nickname and nod with a hum.Â
âThanks for looking out for me, sweetheart,â you reply.Â
Jadeâs eyes flash with satisfaction before returning to normal.Â
He chuckles, âIâll let you and Floyd have your fun. Azul and I will manage the rest of Scarabia.â
âLetâs go!â Floyd chirps, dragging you to a section of sand.Â
You take off your shoes and socks, knowing youâll have a better grip if you go barefoot. In typical Floyd fashion, thereâs no start signal. He just runs at you.Â
You bend your knees prepared to take him before faking out at the last minute. Wind rushes past you as he misses. However, Floydâs reaction time is quick. He wheels around to snatch you. You duck and slip under his defenses. You punch into rock-solid abs. The hit doesnât deter him. You leap back, creating distance and space.
It becomes a game of tag. You deftly dodge, trying to find a weakness, as the chaotic eel runs after you. However, Floydâs attacks are so randomized, that itâs hard to deduce a pattern.Â
Then, your feet slip underneath you. Your eyes widen as warm sand meets your calf. Your opponent materializes in front of you. He blocks the sun like a reaper in a Wild West movie. Floyd shoots toward you. You spray sand into his eyes. The eel jerks back, making an odd noise. Itâs a cross between a screech and a groan.Â
You take the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. Before you can lock him down, he gives a frenzied laugh. The chaotic twin pulls his knees to his chest and kicks you in the stomach. Thereâs a burst of light as youâre sent flying. You skid across the sand as Jade roars.Â
âFLOYD!â
In moments, the vice leader is by your side. He drops to his knees, checking you over.Â
âAre you ok?â Jade asks urgently, âDid you get hurt?âÂ
You blink and shake your head.
âMy stomach hurts, but other than that Iâm fine,â you respond. Â
Your romantic interest flips your shirt up to look where his brother hit you. Your eyes widen at the brazen action. However, you sober up as you watch Jadeâs worried expression. Thereâs a tinge of frantic concern in his eyes. Thereâs no visible wound on you.
âThere might be some internal injury,â he murmurs to himself.Â
Your eelâs hands clench in the sand as he recomposes himself. Theyâre on either side of you, protecting you from Floyd. You tilt your head and you glance up at the other eel. He gives a sheepish smile.Â
With one hand behind his head, he apologizes. âSorry, Shrimpy. I used magic on you.âÂ
He waves his magic pen for emphasis. The chaotic twin looks like he wants to come forward and check on you too, but he eyes Jade. He doesnât move. Your eyes spark and you glance at your fake boyfriend. Youâve read about Moray Eels, they tend to be territorial. Youâre glad heâs already so attached to you. Itâs a good sign. Your brain kicks back into gear, thinking logically.
âYou used magic on me?â you clarify, âI just felt you kick me. Was there supposed to be some other pain?âÂ
Jade looks up, confused.Â
Floyd tilts his head. âYeah, I threw an ice attack. Are you not cold?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âNo, all I felt was your kick,â you answer.Â
The quieter twin hovers over you with a thoughtful look. You stare at him before catching onto his thought process. You call out to the embodiment of chaos.Â
âFloyd, can you hit me with that spell again?â you request.Â
Jade flinches. He gives a tight and displeased smile. You lean toward him and place a hand on his shoulder.Â
âIf I can nullify magic, then I can help you more,â you reason, âIf Floyd hurts me, youâll avenge me.âÂ
The eelâs mouth twitches upward.Â
âIâll be doing that anyway,â he responds.Â
âThatâs one of the things I love about you,â you chirp.Â
You watch Jadeâs breath hitch at the word âlove.â However, he regains his composure in an instant. He stands up, offering you a hand.Â
As the vice leader pulls up you, he instructs Floyd, âLetâs go somewhere a little more private.âÂ
The three of you move to a more secluded area to test your unexpected constitution.
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After experimenting, Jade ushers you back to change.Â
You meet in your shared bedroom again once youâre dressed in your typical outfits. In an instant, heâs all over you. He guides you backward until your knees hit the bed. You voluntarily sit down, looking up at him. The eel takes a moment to admire you in that position. Then, he loops his arms under yours and drags you into the middle of the bed. The vice leader drops beside you, pressing himself against you.Â
âPlease donât do that again,â Jade requests, wrapping his arm around you. âEven though we found out vital information, Iâm still going to have a long chat with Floyd.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow. âThatâs the code word for beating him up.âÂ
The vice leader grins. âYou know me so well, darling.â
You smirk before relaxing into his hold and staring at him. You take in his mismatched olive-brown and yellow eyes. The ones that turn up at the edges. Despite being in his dorm uniform, heâs ditched the hat on the side table. The one strand of black hair threatens to fall on his face. You catch him lingering on your lips. You smile.
âOnce this is all over, will you be my boyfriend?â You ask while tucking the hair behind his ear.Â
âWhy wait?â Jade questions, pulling you closer.
âThink of Jamilâs reaction upon learning heâs why we got together. Weâll have a dramatic confession in front of everyone,â you respond, âAzul will be horrified.â
Jade responds with a shark tooth grin.Â
He hums, âYes, your plans are thrilling. However, as your fake boyfriend, I deserve some kind of reward for caring about you.â
âOf course.â You lean in to peck him on the lips.
Jade swoops in to deepen it but you slip your hand between you.Â
âNot until the grand reveal,â you tell him with a smirk.
He chuckles, amused. âAlright, but I can still do this.â
He nips your fingertips, snatching your hand and kissing the inside of your wrist. Your eyes widen and you feel your pupils dilate. Jade smirks, snaking to your neck. He pries open your collar with his teeth and latches onto your flesh.Â
You jolt at the slippery sensation. He moves on top of you to get a better angle. He slips his arms under you, trapping you. You donât mind. The eel kisses and sucks the hollow of your neck and collarbone. You tilt your head to maximize Jadeâs access. You feel him grin, tightening his hold.Â
You bathe in the pleasure and let your hands wander along his back. You run your fingers through his hair. The eel hums, confirming he likes the feeling. You feel a little mischievous and give a sharp tug. A puff of hot air hits your neck in surprise. It makes you shiver.
He bites down, hard. You yelp, gripping onto him. You feel his teeth break into your skin. The vice leader swirls his tongue along the wound, lapping the blood. You stifle a moan. The man perks up at the noise. He moves up your neck, kissing it gently.Â
âYou donât have to hold back,â Jade purrs.Â
You pant, trying to reign in your reactions.Â
âWhat fun would that be?â You retort.
He huffs out a laugh, blowing on the shell of your ear.Â
âIâd be delighted to slowly break you, my dear,â your soon-to-be lover whispers.Â
You feel your ears and face grow hot from the action as you resist arching into him. You palm his jacket, trying to find something to ground you.Â
âThat sounds nice,â you admit.Â
Jade is right next to your face, nuzzling it. You canât hold back. You turn to kiss him when a hand blocks you.
âWe have to wait until the grand reveal,â he teases.Â
You cackle, flipping him over. He allows himself to follow your movements, gazing up at you with satisfied eyes.Â
âYouâre perfect,â you tell him.
âYou are too,â Jade answers softly.
You gaze at him for a moment, basking in the moment. You peck his lips and move to climb off when you realize something.
âI should mark you too,â you comment before launching an attack.Â
He chuckles, shaking his head as you return the favor.Â
ââââââââ
You and Jade walk into the common room. Azul is sipping water when he spots you. His eyes widen and he sprays liquid all over Jamil. He chokes. The Scarabia vice leader shouts in disgust and looks in your direction. He immediately covers Kalimâs eyes. Floyd laughs so hard, he has to lie down. Grim looks at you in surprise before pursing his lips and reluctantly accepting. You have an inkling itâs because if you date Jade, heâll get free food from Monstro Lounge.
âJamil, why are you covering my eyes?â Kalim questions innocently.Â
âItâs debauched,â he answered, numb.
Azul yells at the two of you, âItâs 2:30!â
âDo you want us to do it in front of you?â You ask.Â
The Octavinelle leader suffocates on his spit, shaking in rage and embarrassment. You give a full-force grin. You have no doubt Jade is doing the same.Â
âWe missed lunch. Do you have anything left?â Jade questions.Â
You cut in with a skeptical hum. âI wouldnât say that. We just had dessert first.âÂ
Floyd screeches in delight. Azul takes off his glasses and covers his face. Jamil stays frozen, disassociating from this unwanted scene. Grimâs nose crinkles in disgust. He crosses his arms and looks away. You can practically hear the mantra he repeats about free food.Â
âWhatâs happening?â Kalim asks, pushing his vice leaderâs hands off his face.Â
Jamil doesnât resist. The sunshine student spots you and grins.Â
âItâs so nice to see you guys so open about your love for each other! Iâm glad youâre so confident in your relationship,â he compliments cheerfully.Â
You withhold a snort. Thankfully, Jade responds for you.Â
âThank you for your blessing, Kalim,â he replies before spotting some extra food and guiding you over.Â
You scarf down a bowl of soup. Jade watches in amusement, as he eats slower. Then you watch Jamil and Azul head off together. Itâs time to enact the plan.Â
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Your party stands before Jamil with all of Scarabia behind you. The vice leader of Scarabia starts to lose it.Â
âMe, my family⊠I donât care what happens to any of it!â Jamil screams, before encanting. âThe one you see before you is your masterâŠâÂ
Your hackles rise but you donât do anything. You donât want to let on about your nullification ability.Â
Jamil continues, âAnswer when spoken to, lower your head when ordered, Snake Whisper!âÂ
A giant ripple of magic resounds through the dorm. It permeates every space, crevice, and crack. The vulnerable Scarabia students cow under the pressure of magical power.Â
âIsâIs he trying to brainwash the entire dorm?!â Azul shouts in disbelief.Â
Your eyes widen. You sprint toward Jamil, aiming for a weak point. Without flinching, he single-handedly takes you down, bellowing an order.Â
âTake Kalim, Octavinelle, and Grim and kick them to the curb!â he dictates, âIâll handle this one.âÂ
You cry out, as he twists your arm behind your back and presses down.Â
â[Y/N]!â
âShrimpy!â
âHenchman!âÂ
Then, your friends get accosted by Scarabia students.Â
Jamil taunts Jade, âIâll take good care of your princess for you.â
The eel sends him a glare before tearing through Scarabia students.Â
Floyd growls, complaining, âThese guys keep getting up no matter how much I squeeze them. Theyâre zombies.â
Amid the pandemonium, Kalim cries out to his childhood companion.Â
âJamil, stop already, I get it! You can be the dorm head and Iâll go home!â he begs.
Your eyes widen. That was a bad response. You glance up at the vice leader. When you see his face, you purse your lips. Heâs about to overblot and youâre pinned beneath him.Â
You take a deep breath and exhale through your mouth. Your heart pounds in your chest and your mind races. Youâve witnessed many overblots, but youâve never been this close to one thatâs about to happen.Â
Logically, you know youâll be safe from his magic, but it doesnât make you feel better. Youâre about to be locked up without any of your friends. Youâll be stuck with an unpredictable power-crazed maniac.Â
You hear Jade speaking and you glance up at him. His eyes continuously flicker to you as he demolishes Jamilâs thralls. You reply with a strained and helpless dry laugh. His eyebrows furrow. He pushes himself harder.Â
Your face drops when Jamil screams again. Your whole body tightens as you brace yourself for the transformation. The first thing you feel is sticky ink on your arm. You flinch at the sensation, cringing.Â
Jade yells your name, panicked. Even through the crackle of magic, you hear him push and slam into people, trying to get to you. The air becomes more dense around you. Youâre not affected by it but Jamilâs presence is enough to intimidate anyone.Â
âYouâre coming to save your lover? How amusing. I never like Kalimâs version of love anyway. He seems too invested in your fake love story. Iâll take [Y/N] for myself. Iâm sure theyâll be a wonderful pet,â the overblot student provokes.Â
You grit your teeth as rage flares in your eyes. He dares to call you a pet? When you have the chance, youâll stab him in the back. Youâll take the time to set it up. Youâve become good at revenge plans since teaming up with Octavinelle.Â
Jamil tosses you to the side, ordering a group of Scarabia students, âTake and restrain [Y/N].â
They grip you and you donât attempt to resist. You stare straight at Jade with an annoyed and irritated look, signaling your intent for revenge. The eel raises an eyebrow. Heâs still concerned and worried, but your expression relieves him of some of his worries.Â
Jamil floats to the group before launching them into the sky with a huge show of power.Â
âJade!â You scream, horrified.Â
They fade to nothing more than a dot in the sky.Â
You take a deep breath. Theyâll be fine. So far youâve been lucky with these overblots. Everyoneâs made it out ok. You pray itâs the same this time.Â
You refocus on Jamil. Now, you must collect data, plan this manâs demise, and act.Â
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The Scarabia students dress you in a tight, red crop top with matching harem pants. Youâre accessorized in gold and a blue, almost transparent, scarf is wrapped around your shoulders and over your head. They lead you back to the common area. Jamil is sitting there in all his glory. His thralls cater food, fan him, and praise his excellence. When Jamil spots you, he smirks, gesturing for you to come over.Â
You know how you need to act. The key was not laughing. During the past few days, youâve become proficient in that skill. You hope your training doesnât go to waste.Â
Your guards escort you to him before backing off. You don an innocent and docile air. You tentatively lower yourself on the floor.Â
âThank you, Master Jamil,â you state.Â
The Scarabia studentâs eyes widen before a large smirk forms on his face. He leans forward, tipping your chin up. You comply with large, doe eyes.Â
âIt doesnât look like youâre very loyal to your lover, [Y/N],â he comments.Â
You lean forward with a worshipping gaze. You keep eye contact as you speak earnestly.Â
âMaster Jamil, you saved my life,â you lie, âIâve been in debt to Octavinelle for a while. When they found out about Scarabiaâs situation, they wanted to investigate. They forced me to follow their plans.âÂ
The Scarabia student raises an eyebrow. A look of satisfaction passes over his face.Â
âIâm glad I was right,â he murmurs.
Internally, you laugh. Jamil just wants to be right. All youâre doing is feeding into his fantasy. As long as you tell him what he wants to hear, heâll be none the wiser.Â
His thumb moves across your cheek and you lean into it. Jamilâs eyes spark at the action.Â
The man gave you a fantastic opportunity to make more contact. You need to be close to follow through with the plan. Internally, you chuckle. When you defeat the Scarabia vice leader, youâll be sure to punish him most uniquely.Â
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You sit in Jamilâs lap, feeding him grapes. You giggle and play with his snake hair. The little creatures gained a liking to you. It solidified your thoughts that heâs a blindsighted fool.Â
A lively and energetic voice bounces off the walls.Â
âJamil! Youâre a cowardly traitor and Iâm going to punch you!â Kalim yells.
You withhold your snort at the brazen declaration. It fits the true house warden well. You look over and find Jade. You give a wink. He keeps a straight face but thereâs a look of relief. However, his eyes darken at your position.Â
From beside you, Jamil is stunned. In a scratchy, otherworldly voice the overblot student speaks. Making sure he canât see, you make a disgusted face. Jade looks placated for now.Â
âI threw you so far into the desert. How did you get here so fast?â Jamil interrogates.
Azul speaks up. âKalim used his unique magic, Oasis Maker, to refill a dried-up river. Jade and Floyd swam us here.â
Jamil sneers, âI thought Kalimâs unique Magic was nothing more than a way to splish-splash in a kitty pool. Who knew you would muster the power to fill a river?â
âIâm here to challenge you as the house warden!â The boy in question declares.
âNo, I am the rightful leader of Scarabia. Iâm much better than youâve ever been,â Jamil states before getting up from his seat with you in his arms.Â
You fake a small swoon and wrap your arms around his neck. He moves to deposit you a little ways away behind him.Â
âDonât worry, pet. Iâll exterminate these pests and be back,â the overblot student reassures.Â
You nod submissively.
Jamil turns and flies at your companions. From behind him, you gag, dusting off wherever he touched you.Â
âYour lover doesnât like you, Jade. Theyâre rather pliant in my hands,â the Scarabia student snarks.Â
Your eyes blaze with fire at the comment. The eelâs face tightens.Â
With his ever-present calm and polite smile, Jade replies, âIâm sure [Y/N] will see reason when we defeat you.âÂ
âThat wonât happen,â Jamil snorts, before blasting your friends with bloody burgundy magic.Â
Light flashes across the room as the ink behind Jamil gathers. A towering humanoid snake rises from the liquid. Its face is a broken, leaking ink bottle with a massive Sultan headpiece. On the wrists are two matching golden cuffs. Itâs his overblot monster. This is what the group needs to target. They have to break the glass.Â
Carefully moving to the side where neither Jamil nor the entity can see you, you start giving hand gestures. The first one you give is putting an index finger to your mouth. Grim looks straight at you, confused. Thankfully your soon-to-be boyfriend moves to block your catâs line of sight and kicks him. Your familiar gets the hint.Â
Surprisingly, Kalim notices you but doesnât give anything away. Floyd is on the same page. Everyone makes sure to not look at you directly or at least simultaneously. You begin miming your plan.Â
When you finish, you see a spark of an idea in Kalimâs eyes. You raise an eyebrow. It looks like heâs planning something. However, none of the Octavinelle students can see it. You donât mind altering your plans. Youâre curious.Â
You creep up on Jamil, coming behind the monster. You plan to dash past. You lower yourself into a sprinting position and wait.
Kalim takes a deep breath and nods. You take your cue and sprint.Â
The white-haired boy shouts, âDo you know how this will affect your family?!â
Jamil stops casting, choking in rage.Â
You leap, latching onto his head. All of his magic stops as you cover his eyes. Restraining his snake hair, your legs wrap around his waist. Jade dashes up, spins, and delivers a roundhouse kick to the side of his jaw.Â
Jamil falls, unconscious. Jade catches you as the monster roars.Â
The sound is cut off by shattering glass. Ink gushes from the creatureâs face. It crumples and disintegrates to mist.Â
You glance back. Kalim is standing there with his staff raised. He stays in that position, frozen.
The air clears to reveal the night sky again. The other Scarabia students are still knocked out from the amount of mind control power Jamil used on them.Â
Kalim hiccups and collapses to the ground, sobbing.Â
You give a sad smile. Standing up, you walk over to him and put a hand on his back.Â
âNice thinking, Kalim,â you tell him, âYou gave us the opening we needed.âÂ
The crying student looks up at you.Â
âI didnât know! I didnât know he felt that way about me!â the Scarabia leader wails, âI didnât want to say that to him either.âÂ
Your eyes widen, not knowing how to deal with this. Then, you spot your out.Â
You swoop Grim into your arms and carry him over to Kalim.Â
âYou better act like a good stuffed animal,â you tell him, âWe both donât know how to help crying people, but youâre much more huggable than I am.âÂ
Your cat is about to thrash at you before you add, âI can get you seven cans of tuna for free because Iâm about to date Jade.âÂ
Your companion stills.Â
âIf you throw me to Floyd again, that promise doubles,â he conditions.Â
âOk,â you comply.Â
You can use his wording against him. He didnât stipulate if Floyd caught him on his own. Your cat needs to learn that to live with this crew.Â
You deposit Grim in front of Kalim, who asks if he can hug him.Â
âThatâs what Iâm here for. Just donât get snot on me,â your magical creature huffs.Â
The wealthy sophomore clutches onto him and weeps. You chuckle, watching the life get squeezed out of your familiar.Â
You head to the Octavinelle trio.Â
Before you can say anything, Jade reels you into him. He holds you close. You can feel his breath on your cheek. Beads of sweat drip down his face. You know he wants to kiss you, but heâs too committed to your upcoming stunt. Instead, he rips off the scarf and traces the hickeys he left.Â
Azul groans, âNot again.âÂ
Floyd nudges Jamil with his foot. âWhenâs he going to wake up?âÂ
The Scarabia vice leader responds, moaning in pain. Kalim shoots up from the floor and rushes to his side, balling.Â
The wealthy student is almost incoherent, babbling something about Jamil being alive. He helps the overblotted student sit up. The bruised and beat-up sophomore puts a hand on his chin.
âWho hit me?â he questions.Â
âI did. I also want to thank you,â Jade answers.
Jamilâs eyebrows furrow.Â
âFor what?â he asks.Â
The eel ignores him, turning to you with a smile. He takes your hand.Â
â[Y/N], ever since you flew into Monstro Lounge three nights ago and pummeled that one student, Iâve been enchanted by you. From your bold declaration to sleep with me on the first nightââ
ââYou did what?â Jamil interjects, horrified.
Jade ignores him. ââto your fake dating scheme. Theyâve been some of the most memorable moments of my life. Will you be my girlfriend?âÂ
Azul lets out a sigh of relief, âThank god, I thought you were going to ask them to marry you.âÂ
You get an idea.Â
âOf course, Jade. Iâve always thought you were interesting. When we interacted before Azulâs overblot, you fascinated me. However, it wasnât until Jamilâs shenanigans that we connected on a deeper level.âÂ
You let the sexual insinuation sit for a moment. Jamil gags. You glance at Floyd with a smirk. That was the exact reaction you wanted from himÂ
âYou should force him to watch this entire thing. Jamil deserves to be punished for his overblot. Itâs not violent, so this is a perfect way,â you suggest with a sweet smile.Â
The chaotical entity bounces on the balls of his feet and zooms at the offered target.Â
Jamil grunts as Floyd catches him in a chokehold and forces his eyes open. The eel cackles directly into his ear, causing the vice leader to wince at the volume.Â
âShrimpyâs ideas are the best! You should team up with Azul to make even more hilarious schemes,â he chortles beside the Scarabia studentâs face.Â
You grin and turn back to your lover.Â
âItâs all thanks to Jamil that weâre together. I love that weâre on the same page. I love how dedicated you are to our relationship (and schemes, you internally add, knowing heâll come to the same conclusion). I love your willingness to try new things. In light of thatâŠâÂ
You get down on one knee.Â
Keeping your eyes on Jade, you hold your hand face up and demand, âKalim, give me your ring bracelet. Iâll return it after I get a formal ring.âÂ
You hear an excited gasp and the jangling of metal.Â
âKalim,â Jamil complains, trying to caution him.Â
Thereâs a hitch in his breath.Â
âLet [Y/N] and my brother have their moment, Sea Snake~â Floyd sings, tightening his hold.Â
From the corner of your eye, Azul grips his hair.Â
âI hate both of you,â the dorm leader hisses.
Without missing a beat, you add. âYouâll be catering the event.âÂ
The businessman pauses. He straightens up, pushing up his glasses.
âI suppose thatâs fine,â he concedes, âThe wedding business is incredibly lucrative. The price increases if you put the word âweddingâ before it.âÂ
Kalim claps his hands.Â
âIâm glad Azul has finally accepted the two of you,â he cheers, before depositing the requested item in your hands.Â
You take it.Â
Looking up at Jade, you hold in a burst of laughter at the absurd situation.Â
âJade, will you marry me?â You ask.Â
âYes, my pearl.âÂ
You quickly slip the jewelry on before jumping him. You make a big show of making out.Â
In the background, you hear Jamil protesting as Floyd giggles. You feel your fianceâs sharp teeth as his mouth forms into a grin. After about thirty seconds of twisting tongues, you release your hold. With red lips, you turn to Jamil.Â
âYouâll be our guest of honor,â you tell him.Â
He glares at you before Grim speaks up.Â
âThe only reason Iâm agreeing is because I get free food from Monstro Lounge,â he states, crossing his arms.Â
Azul is about to protest when Jade cuts in.Â
âI can make that happen,â he confirms.Â
You raise an eyebrow with an amused smirk. âYouâre already sucking up to the in-laws.âÂ
He pecks you again. âYouâve successfully gained my brotherâs favor. Iâm only repaying the favor.â
âThis is why I love you,â you sigh, smiling content.
âI love you too,â Jade replies.
ââââââââ
âNow, you may kiss,â the officiant declares.Â
A cheer goes up as Jade grabs your waist and dips you. He catches your lips with his teeth. Jade lets go of the teasing bite to actually kiss you. He pulls you up, still holding on. You smirk and lean into him, recalling the last time you pulled this stunt. You kiss long enough for people to become uncomfortable. It was the trick from when you proposed after Jamilâs overblot.
In the audience, Jamil states, âIâm getting flashbacks.â
âItâs just like old times!â Kalim cries.
âYou mean the lowest point of my life? Floyd forced me to watch them make out. I do not want to see it twice,â he retorts.Â
You pick up more ambient chatter.
From the Ignihyde dorm, the in-person and shivering Idia asks, âOrtho, can we go now?âÂ
âWe need to stick around a little longer. Theyâve helped us out and they play video games with you.â
Thereâs a deep, heavy sigh before a familiar flourish of words overpowers it.Â
âBeau! This is a gorgeous and fantastic match. The Trickster and Monsieur Mastermind. Theyâre truly a plotting and mischievous duo. I have no doubt their married life will continue to flower with time!â
âRook, [Y/N] asked you to take their wedding photos. Why are you still sitting here?â Vil questions.
âI already took them!â
ââŠWhy am I not surprised? Epel, did you steal food from the buffet table and bring it inside?â
A muffled voice responds, ââŠYouâre not my dorm leader anymore.â
âOh? So you think you can just get away with it?â Vil sasses.Â
âWow, theyâre so cute! Itâs a picture-perfect moment and theyâre holding their pose. I can get in a lot of good shots,â Cater squeals.
âTrey, what flavor of cake did they order?â The former Heartslabyul leader asks.Â
âThe standard chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. Each tier has a different flavor. However, they had an interesting request. They want me to use Doodle Suit on a few peopleâs slices.â
âThat sounds like them,â Leona butts in, âTheyâre always up to something. Even now.âÂ
âShi-shi-shi,â Ruggie laughs, âThey match each other perfectlyâOh, look, Jackâs uncomfortable. That means theyâll end soon.â
âHuman rituals are so interesting,â Malleus observes, âItâs fascinating to watch one up close. Although, Silver is missing out.âÂ
âIâm sure heâll see many more,â Lilia waves off, âIâm excited when they ask for my assistance again. They have a great sense of humor.â
Then your cue was given.
âCEASE THIS TOMFOOLERY THIS INSTANT! ITS UNDIGNIFIED AND YOURE SULLYING MALLEUSâ EYES!!â Sebek shouts, shooting up from his seat.Â
The two of you break away with matching grins.Â
From the audience, the green-haired man stands stunned that his demands were answered. Lilia cackles and pulls him down as Silverâs eyes blearily open.Â
Azul comments beside your husband, âSometimes I wonder why weâre friends and then I remember how much money you make me.â
Floyd whines, âIâm sad it wasnât more interesting. Youâve already used that trick before.â
âThe night isnât over yet. There will be more,â Jade replies with a smirk.Â
The other eel perks up.Â
From behind you, Deuce pipes up.
âSebek couldâve come in sooner,â he sighs.
âIâm not surprised he didnât realize he needed to yell,â Ace snorts next to him, âHeâs as dense as a brick.â
âHenchman! I want food!!â Grim demands.Â
You laugh and follow his orders, hand in hand with your husband.Â
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Haunted!
Synopsis: This is your apartment to haunt, so why does it feel like you're the one being tormented?
Pairing: human!Minghao x ghost!reader
Genre: crack, fluff, non-idol! au, fantasy! au
Rating: sfw
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: Minghao's a tsundere, lemme know if I missed anything!
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You perk up at the sound of the door clicking open. That's...new. You haven't heard that sound in ages. The apartment you've been haunting has been empty for yearsâmostly because you've scared off every single tenant who dared move in. You figured the realtor would've given up on selling the place by now, but apparently not.
Oh well. Just another human to chase away, you think.
Silently, you watch as the human steps inside, and your mouth falls open slightly. He's etherealâso much so that you wonder if he's even human. His hair is dyed silver-grey and styled into a messy mullet. You thought mullets were out of fashion but, somehow, he makes it work. His features are almost too perfect, as if they were carefully sculpted by an artist. He looks like a statue come to life.
You shake the thought away. Now is not the time to be ogling himâyou need to figure out how to scare him off. You watch as he brings in boxes and slowly unpacks, moving with an unbothered calmness that irritates you. You decide to wait until nightfall to make your move. Until then, you'll enjoy some much needed eye-candy.
Night falls, and you watch as the man meticulously goes through his nighttime routine, each step executed with the precision of a surgeon. His fingers work expertly, massaging various products into his skin until he practically glows. You position yourself outside the bathroom door, planning to start simple with a classic jump scare as he steps out.
The door clicks open, and you immediately lunge forward, making yourself visible and letting out your most blood-curdling scream.
...he doesn't even flinch.
He just stands there, staring at you with a mildly irritated expression, as if you're nothing more than a pesky insect buzzing around his face.
Your scream fades into oblivion, and you lower your hands, bewildered. This is not how people usually react to you. Embarrassment creeps in so fast that you might be the first ghost to ever blush.
Rubbing his temple, he lets out a deep sigh. "If you're going to haunt this place, do it quietly. I need my beauty sleep," he mutters before brushing past you and climbing into bed without a second glance.
You stand there, dumbfounded, as he turns off the light, makes himself comfortable, and promptly falls asleep.
...this was not in the script.
Days pass, and you learn the man's name: Minghao. You also learn that scaring him is a lost cause. Every attempt you made to drive him away failed miserably. In fact, it almost feels like you're the one being tormented.
He treats you like a nuisance, constantly shooing you away as if you're the intruderâeven though he's the one trespassing in your home. He's even established rules for you, like banning you from the bedroom and bathroom. And it's not like you have to listen to him, you just choose to. It definitely has nothing to do with being afraid of his sharp glares or the way he scolds you like an exasperated parent. Absolutely not.
So, now, you're sprawled out on the living room floor, listlessly staring at the ceiling. You don't even know whyâit just feels more interesting than usual.
Footsteps echo through the apartment, but you don't bother looking up.
A long-suffering sigh breaks the silence. "Stop moping around. You're making the place feel depressing."
You whip your head toward Minghao, glaring.
"I wasn't moping," you snap.
"You clearly were," he replies, tone flat. "So, cut it out."
You open your mouth, then close it, trying to come up with a witty comeback. But with nothing coming to mind, your shoulders sag in defeat. If only you were quicker with words. But, unfortunately for you, even when you were alive, you were always a little slow.
So, you just lay there and accept your fate (and defeat at the hands of a human).
Trying to haunt Minghao was the toughest thing you ever tried (counting both your alive and dead self).
You go about your usual routine, aimlessly wandering the apartmentâcarefully avoiding the bedroom and bathroom as per Minghao's rulesâwhen you spot him eating dinner in the dining area. Your mouth subconsciously waters at the sight of food. Sure, you've been dead for a while, and it's been ages since you last ate, but you miss the taste of food. Just watching him eat, you can almost imagine the flavours tap dancing on your tongue.
You're too busy drooling over his meal to notice the disapproving look he's giving you.
"Out of all the outfits you could've died in, you really chose that?" he says, voice laced with judgment.
Snapped out of your food-induced daze, you turn to him, offended. Sure, your oversized, tattered grey hoodie and stained sweatpants aren't exactly runway-worthy, but did he really have to point it out? It's not like you had the luxury of picking the outfit you were going to die in.
"That was unprovoked," you huff, crossing your arms.
"I'm just saying, if it were me, you'd never catch me dead in that," he shrugs.
And, annoyingly, he's right. Even when he's just lounging at home, he looks effortlessly put togetherâdraped in silks and satin, somehow managing to exude both comfort and extravagance.
"Okay, fashion diva. I didn't ask for a critique," you grumble before stomping off.
As you leave, you fail to notice the small smile playing on Minghao's lips.
You find yourself in the spare room Minghao converted into a study, silently watching as he sketches at his desk. Youâve learned that he's a fashion design student, which explains his ridiculously high standards when it comes to clothes.
You watch in quiet awe as his hands glide across the paper, effortlessly bringing designs to life. You've never been particularly talented at drawingâor at anything, reallyâso seeing him create masterpiece after masterpiece fills you with admiration.
Just as you're getting lost in observing him, he suddenly stops mid-sketch.
"I need you to stop being so loud," he mutters, catching you off guard.
You blink. "But...I'm not doing anything?"
"Your breathing is too loud."
"...I'm dead," you say, frowning. Can ghosts even breathe?
"Well, whatever you're doing, it's distracting," he grumbles, still not looking at you.
Your shoulders slump, and you pout. If he didn't want you here, he could've just said so. Huffing, you turn to leave.
"I never said to leave," he murmurs. "Just stop being so loud."
You pause, looking at him in confusion. So, he doesn't want you to leave? Your brain short-circuits at the realisation.
Awkwardly shuffling into a corner, you continue watching as he sketchesâthis time, hyper-aware of your nonexistent breathing.
The sound of the TV fills the living room. You and Minghao sit in comfortable silence, watching a drama. You've come to learn that he has a love-hate relationship with this showâhe complains about it constantly but can't seem to stop watching.
He's on one end of the couch, and you're curled up on the other. Somehow, over time, you've come to accept each other's presence. Any space feels emptier when he's not around.
"Do you remember how you died?" Minghao suddenly asks, eyes still glued to the screen.
You glance at him, then stare at the floor, trying to wade through the hazy memories. "No," you murmur. "I- I just woke up one day and realised I was a ghost, bound to this place."
He hums softly in response.
"Do you want to know? Find out how you died?" he asks, still not looking at you.
You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. A long silence stretches between you, broken only by the noise from the TV.
"I don't know," you admit.
"I could help you," he says, voice quieter this time. When you look up, his dark eyes are finally on you, holding a softness you're not used to seeing on his sharp face.
His offer catches you off guard. No one has ever offered to help you before. Not when you were alive. Not after you died. Your ghostly heart stutters at the thought.
"I have a feeling that if I find out, I'll move on," you say hesitantly. "And I don't think I want to do that. Not yet." Your voice drops to a whisper. "I just want to stay here a little longer.With you."
A faint smile tugs at Minghaoâs lips. "I don't mind that."
You smile back, warmth spreading through youâa feeling you haven't felt in a long, long time.
The two of you turn back to the drama, settling into a comfortable silence.
Being with Minghao makes the afterlife feel a little less lonely.
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Wolfstar Christmas Notes (Sirius to Remus)
1st Year Hi Remus Happy Christmas! Hope this hat keeps you warm, you always look dead on your feet. Sirius
2nd Year Dear Moony, Happy Christmas! I hope you enjoy the gift! The brown in the jumper made me think of you. Grab some dungbombs in Diagon if you think of it when your family goes, we can plant them in Peteâs bed! Love, Sirius
3rd Year Moonbeam! How goes home? Probably a hell of a lot better than here, thatâs for sure. I miss y I wish you were Hope things go well next week. I wish I could help somehow. Regâs been teaching me to play chess when heâs not being a prick. We should play when we get back! Also James says he doesnât have my favorite quill, do you have it? Love, Sirius
4th Year Oh Honourable Moonshine, Christmas with the Potters is a million times better than Christmas in Hell with my family. Who would have guessed? I still miss you though. You make me happy. Also I got a leather jacket for Christmas. I look damn good in it, according to James. But maybe youâll have to see for yourself. I think the girls will like it, donât you think? I hope you like all the sweets! Love, Sirius
5th year
My dearest and always favorite (Prongs is not my favorite make sure to let him know) Moony, I am forever lost without you during this Yule. However will I survive with merely James by my side? Heâs so boring and annoying, Moony! Iâm dying- dying, I tell you! But Siriusly, I miss you.  You always make things b  You make me la  I think youâre ama Itâs weird but you kind of make my stomach Things arenât as fun with only two people. You and Wormy should come over, yeah? Iâd really like that. James too. Love, Sirius
6th year Hi, Moony I canât believe itâs only a week into break. I think about you a l I really want to just sit with y I miss when you play with my hair Do you remember that time when I was sad and you let me sleep next I just feel safe with Do you feel like things with us are dif Sometimes I feel like I I had a dream that You looked really good when I miss you. I thought a lot about your gift. I wanted to get you something youâd like. I hope you like this. Anyway, Love Love, Sirius
7th year My Moonbeam, You should wake up because seven hours without you is far too long. Honestly, the fact that you choose to go to sleep and ignore me while you do is horrible boyfriend behavior. I love you. Wake up soon so we can celebrate together, yeah? Love always, Your Sirius
(for the prompt 'dear' for December 17th from @taylorswiftmicrofic, 474 words)
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bucky thatâs loves you and is desperate to please and have you any way he canâŠ
!!!18+!!!
âtell me what you want, and iâll give it to you,â he strains out as his cock is slowly rutting in and out of your pussy.
you grasp his metal hand that was on your tits, living the cold sensation it has, and drag it down your stomach to your clit, âplease? i need it so bad, buck.â
âholy fuck,â he swears he has to start reciting old shakespeare in his head to not cum on the spot. âyouâre so fucking good for me, doll. feel so good on my cock. tell me you love it, tell me you love my dick inside you.â
âi love it so fucking much, james,â one night is all you had agreed to with him. but with the way you said his name, not his nickname, not his last name. his first name.
god, he never wants to pull out. if staying inside of you will make you say his name like that again, heâd happily oblige.
âplease donât stop,â your hands moved to cup his face as his fingers continued to deftly work against your clit. you angled his face to look at your own, the eye contact forcing bucky to test his own stamina, question his ability to keep his fucking shit together.
the woman heâs wanted for so long. the woman heâs pined after for damn near two years, beneath him, saying his name in a way heâs only dreamed of, and looking at him in a way thatâs better than heâs ever imagined.
âiâm not gonna stop,â his thrusts became harsher and deeper as your moans and whines became louder. âiâm not gonna stop until you cream all over my cock. gonna fuck you until i cum in this perfect fucking pussy. after that, iâm gonna fuck my cum back into you. not a single. fucking. drop. going to waste.â
ââm so close,â you now rested buckyâs forehead against your own. with a high pitched whine, you wrapped your legs around his waist, licking your ankles together. ââm gonna cum, oh my god! oh my god! please donât stop, donât you dare fucking stop. donât pull out - need you to cum in me, jamie. need you to fill me up, please. oh fuck, please fill me up jamie! i need it so bad!â
âoh shit,â his hips were slamming into your pelvis as he pushed you over the edge, your eyes lost in his own before they began to roll back. your pussy quivering around his dick that made him question why he didnât just propose to you on the spot. âthatâs my fucking girl. iâm fucking cumming. iâm cumming in you, doll. holy fucking shit youâre so good! ung-fuck!â his hips kept moving on their own volition, fucking his cum that wouldnât stop right back into your cunt.
his head moved from yours to your neck, the light sheen of sweat covering his body forgotten as you keep your legs wrapped around him. all that can be heard is your heavy breaths and heartbeats, now in sync, bucky notes.
he gives himself a few more minutes to relish in this moment with you. no fears, worries, no outside people to pressure the two of you in any way. once all other factors were removed, it was easy to be with each other.
after he decides that he needs to help clean you up a bit, heâs sure to be very gentle as he runs a warm washcloth over your sensitive pussy. he runs a bath - somehow at the most perfect temperature - and is sure to rub your shoulders with amazing pressure. itâs those damn hands⊠you always knew theyâd be amazing.
and after drying off, the two of you donât mention the fact that things will have changed between you two. you simply accept the others company - even if it might just be for tonightâŠ
but, if it were up to bucky, heâd have you any way he can get.
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âŠâ CARDBOARD DREAMING â ethan landry
WARNINGS: 18+, f!soft-bodied!reader, virgin!sub!ethan, drinking, frottage, semi-public, so much plot before the p0rn y'all I'm sorry, this is actually cute af tho
A/N: i am down bad for this doe eyed ghostface you have no idea. ignore the fact that i am once again late to a fandom and just enjoy the fact that i've posted two things so far this year, okay?
also it's so much harder for me to write now, so i can't really tell if i like this or not. oh well.
Loud music thumped around you and into your bones, making your head rattle with the booming, house shaking bass.
In the middle of the makeshift dance floor of a random fraternity, you sway along with your best friend to the beat of the music. It's easy to ignore everyone around you, lost in the shitty party lights. After the busy weeks of classes at the start of the semester, you had gone all out, grabbing the most poofy, princess-like dress you could find at the thrift store, one that was just barely long enough to cover your ass but still tastefully cute.
The long, white wig your friend had forced you to wear (one that sadly did complete the look, not that you would ever admit that to her) was sticking to your bright pink lip gloss every time you moved your head too fast. You've long since tried to keep your hair behind your shoulders, the silky fake texture making it too slippery to stay in place.
Taking a sip of the heavily spiked drink in your hand, you pull your friend closer as she turns her back to you, letting her grind up against you. The fake leather of her cat woman suit sticks to your dewy legs, the body glitter you had slathered on at the start of the night smearing onto the dark fabric.
"I take it cute guy is looking at you?" You say, letting your free arm wrap around her waist when she nods. The cute guy in question is a tall Rugby player from the UK, his curly hair only a few shades darker than his skin and wanted by half the population of the entire University. He had seemed wholly uninterested in every person that flung themselves at him, while still somehow being ridiculously polite about it.
Your friend is nothing if not persistent, and had decided after watching so many people try and fail to win his affections to try a different approach. She instead decided to play the long game, one that seems to be working.
"'m gonna make my move," your friend says, spinning around to face you with a wide grin, "wish me luck!"
You watch as she walks away, holding eye contact with him as she goes past him and towards the back of the house where one of the bathrooms are. You see him stare after her, quickly chugging the rest of his drink before he shoves the empty cup into one of his friends hands, following after her. There are envious looks following after the pair, and you giggle at a girl that actually stomps her foot in anger.
Thankful that you're now sitting down, you adjust the fluffy skirt of your dress as feeling starts to slowly come back to your feet. There are people dancing all around you, a couple curled up on the hopefully drink covered couch and making out. It's honestly kinda gross, her muddy green lipstick for whatever her costume was supposed to be is smeared all over her girlfriends face, mixing horribly with her orange face paint.
Looking away from the green mess, you cast your gaze around the room. Your friend is dancing with Rugby guy, tucked away in a corner so that no one can see that his hand is definitely lower than it should be in public. As you continue to scan the room, you find your gaze meeting with a cute looking knight across the room.
He's standing next to Chad, who's in your calc class and likes to bug you for notes whenever he falls asleep. Which is almost every class. Frankly, it pisses you off, considering he's one of the top students without really even trying. You'd kill him if he wasn't the sole reason you're even passing.
Anyway, the guy next to him, who you think is cute but you can't really tell because you're tipsy and not wearing your glasses, quickly looks away from you and toward Chad. He's clutching the shot glass to his chest, shaking his head as Chad looks away from him and to you. A wide grin takes over his face, and then he's grabbing mystery boy by the arm and dragging him over to the kitchen.
They're gone from your view for only a minute before Chad is directing him out and towards you. The cardboard knight has ditched the shot glass and instead has two red solo cups in his hands, staring down at them like they hold the secrets to the universe.
You try to keep the amused grin off your face as Chad weaves the two of them through the crowd. The open face of his cardboard knight's helmet does nothing to hide the bright flush of his cheeks, spreading along his nose and lighting up his brown eyes. Yeah, he's cute, dangerously so.
âHello there princess,â Chad says, giving you an obnoxious bow while tipping his hat at you. You lean back in your arm chair, crossing your legs while you take a long sip of your drink.
âWell howdy there partner,â you say, using your free hand to lift the side of your dress in a mock curtsy while still in your seat. You down the last of the sickly sweet drink, licking your lips as you set the plastic cup on a cluttered side table, âand who might this be?â
âThis,â Chad says, pulling his friend forward so that he was standing in front of him, the toe of his sneakers bumping against the cheap heels you had bedazzled the night before. He quickly pulls his foot back, mumbling out an apology while keeping his gaze away from yours, âis my friend Ethan, who thinks you look really pretty. Treat my boy well, yeah?â
With that Chad saunters off, probably looking for Tara, leaving you alone with Ethan. Ethan, who looks like Chad has betrayed him in the worst way possible by leaving him there with you.
"Hi, Ethan," you say, giving him a smile and then your name, "you enjoying the party?"
"Oh! It's, uh... it's great!" He says, a cute smile on his face, though you can tell he doesn't really mean what he's saying.
You snort, shifting over in the arm chair to try and make some room for him. It's not much, but you really don't mind the thought of being pressed up next to him, "You don't have to lie, it's not my party or anything. Come sit with me?"
He eyes the spot you made next to you with wide eyes, nodding absently as he squishes into the newly made space. It's a tight fit, just like you thought, so you carefully turn to face him, legs going over his and hanging over the armrest. You hear him suck in a deep breath, the flush on his face somehow going darker.
"Mmm, yeah, parties aren't really my thing. Chad wanted me to come, don't know how he convinced me though..." He says, mumbling down at the cups in his hands. One of which you know is for you.
You giggle, letting your fingers trail over the back of the hand holding the drink closest to you, "Well, I'm glad you came."
"You are? Why?" Ethan's gaze follows your hand, unconsciously pushing into the contact.
"Because every thrift store princess needs their cardboard knight!" You can't help the smug grin on your face when he ducks his head, moving your hand away from his to instead tuck a stray curl back inside his helmet, "Shame you've got this on though, hiding those beautiful curls."
"Oh, uhm. Thank you. Your hair is pretty too. You know, under the wig..." he presses his lips together, eyes flicking up to the wig before they fall to your face. You're happy to find that he's able to hold your gaze, even though he starts to get squirmy when you shift just a bit against him. It takes you a moment to realize that he knows what you look like outside of this party, and you feel jittery excitement knowing you've had his attention before tonight.
"You gonna drink both of those, or are one of them for me?" You tease, giggling when he starts to stutter out a response. Putting him out of his misery, you take the drink when he confirms through his rambling that yes, one of them is for you, "you're so sweet, thank you."
Taking a sip you throw your left arm along the back of the arm chair, letting your long nails dance along his exposed bicep, marveling at the shiver that wracks through him. He takes a drink himself, nose scrunching up cutely when the taste hits his mouth.
"Too strong for you?" You ask, voice muffled by the cup you bring up to take another drink from. He looks embarrassed when he nods his head, but instead of teasing him, you take a hold of his free hand, lacing your fingers together as you get up off the armchair, dragging him along with you.
"Where're we going?" He follows you along without complaint, hand a little clammy as they tighten around yours. You bring him into the kitchen, which is surprisingly empty, and head to the fridge. Bending over a little more than necessary, you fish through the various cans of sodas until you find one that's just a carbonated lemonade, making a show of straightening up slowly to give Ethan ample time to stare before you turn to face him.
Despite how slow you were, you're still able catch his gaze as it snaps back up to your eyes, but you pretend not to have noticed as you hand him your drink so you can open the can.
Taking a light hold of his wrist, you guide his hand down so that you can see into his cup, one that was filled significantly less than yours was. You pour in the fizzy drink right up to the top, pouring the little bit that's left into your own cup when you take it from him.
"There, that should taste a bit better," you say, smiling up at him as you step into his space. He nods jerkily, taking another go at the spiked punch. His face doesn't scrunch up, and he looks pleasantly surprised as he takes another drink.
"So?" Even without his response you know it's better, but he's got a nice voice, one you want to keep hearing. It's even better when he's flustered and stuttering, so you slide up to his side, staring up at him with his arm brushing your breasts.
He's only able to nod, eyes now locked onto where you're pressed against him, no doubt getting an eye full of your cleavage. You let him have his fill, keeping your smile innocent when he looks back at your face.
"Good," you say, taking his hand again and leading him to the outskirts of the makeshift dance floor, "I'm glad."
He follows behind obediently, and you make sure to add more of a swing to your hips for him to appreciate. You see Chad as you guide Ethan to the darkened corner, pretending you didn't see the wink and thumbs up he gives Ethan as you pass.
There's a little area in the corner of the room that isn't overly crowded, so you guide him over there before someone else can settle into the space. Smiling up at him through lowered lids, glossy bottom lip between your teeth, you sway to the music. The blush that had been slowly fading from Ethan's face is back in full force, eyes unable to stay in one place as they flick to and away from you.
You loop your arms around his shoulders, cup held loosely in your hand behind his head as you press right up against him. The cardboard scrapes against your exposed upper thighs as you move, though you ignore the discomfort when Ethan starts to hesitantly follow your movements. They're jerky and uncoordinated, but he looks adorable, concentrating hard on being able to follow your movements.
You keep it simple, not wanting to overwhelm him too fast. So you're pleasantly surprised when you feel the hesitant touch of his free hand as it settles on your waist, just barely resting there but touching you all the same.
There's cheering from the other room, loud and obnoxious and the perfect distraction you need. You tug at Ethan's neck, a pleasant thrill going through you when he dips his head down without hesitation. You don't even have to push up onto your toes, your heels making you tall enough that you can comfortably whisper into Ethan's ear, "I really want to kiss you right now."
"You- me?" He sputters around his words, cheeks flaming hot when he pulls back to look at you. You wait patiently, though you've been desperate to get your mouth on this doe eyed boy for so long you feel like you're about to explode, "Really?"
"Yes, really," you coo, shuffling close enough to press yourself firmly against his cardboard covered body, smiling when the hand that was still gently resting on your waist moves to press at your back.
"Yeah. Yes, yes please," he nods along with his words, cringing at the tinge of desperation that coats them. You don't mind though, more than happy to know that someone as pretty as him is this desperate for just a kiss.
Wanting to see how far it could go, you start at his chin, glossy lips smoothing along his clean shaven skin. The next is pressed to the corner of his mouth, and you struggle to contain your smile when you hear the small whine he lets out at the touch.
Meeting his gaze, you find his half lidded, bottom lip bright pink from being gnawed on between his teeth.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," you sing, quickly shoving your drink at a random passerby before you tuck your hands under the sides of his helmet, cupping his cheeks as you guide his lips to yours. They're soft and plush against yours, tangy from the lemon flavoured soda mixed into his drink.
Gently taking his bottom lip between your teeth, you revel in the moan he lets out when you pull back, giving him a flirty grin before going back in. Behind you, you can hear his cup drop to the ground, ignoring the feeling of the cold liquid splashing up the back of your legs. You run your tongue along his lip, soothing where you bit him. It has Ethan gasping, mouth open just enough for you lick into his.
After that it's a mess of teeth and tongues, uncaring of the people moving around you, lost in the heat radiating off of him. All you want is to run your hands all over Ethan. His homemade costume keeps you from feeling his chest against yours, and you groan in annoyance.
Gently pulling your hands out from under his helmet, you tug it up and off, holding it in one hand as you tuck your head into is neck.
The gasp he lets out when your lips graze along his skin has your thighs pressing together, makes you wonder just what other sounds you can get out of him. You run your hand through his curly hair, long nails gently scraping against his scalp, pulling a long moan that he has to muffle against your neck so that anyone close to you can't hear him.
His hot breath dances along your skin, tiny whines escaping as you bite at his neck, sucking a mark that will be too high up to hide on his pale skin. You can't wait for everyone to see it tomorrow morning.
"Hey," you whisper, pulling back a little to look at him. His eyes are half lidded and unfocused as he stares back at you, pink dusting along his cheeks and nose, "it's a little hot in here. Wanna go outside? Get some air?"
You don't know if he's really even hearing the words that come out of your mouth, gaze fixed to your lips void of the lip gloss that has been smeared onto his neck and face. He nods though, and that's all you need. Thankfully you were already near the backyard, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the open sliding door and past the few people loitering around.
It's cool out, a shiver running down your spine when a breeze dances over your flushed skin. Keeping a tight grip on Ethan's hand, you guide him to the back corner of the yard and to what used to be a storage shed. You know from being to a few parties here that it has been transformed into a bit of a lounge, if you could even call it that. There's a table and futon in there, with a mix of different garage sale armchairs and bean bags squeezed in.
Thankfully, it's empty when you open it, and the lingering smell of weed from the last hot boxing isn't as bad as you expected it to be. The futon isn't turned out, but you don't really care, gesturing for Ethan to sit while you close and latch the door behind you.
When you turn back Ethan's staring down at the ground while he's got a hand in his hair, musing up his beautiful curls. You gently place his cardboard helmet on the coffee table, moving to kneel next to him on the couch, facing him.
"There, this is much better," you whisper, shuffling forward so that your knees brush against his thigh. You can hear his gulp, failing to fight down your smile at the sound. Before he has the time to possibly get embarrassed over it, you cup his face in both of yours, kissing him again.
Now alone, without the possibility of people watching and potentially spooking Ethan, you're able to be a bit more... aggressive with your affections. Thumbing over the already blooming bruise you left on his neck, you lick into his mouth when he lets out a sweet moan. He's a little sloppy as he kisses you back, hesitant as his tongue slides along yours.
It's cute, the way he tries to copy your movements, has you humming happily into the kiss at every moan you're able to pull from him. You can hear the creek of the old metal frame beneath you as you push up on your knees, swinging your leg over his to settle on his lap.
It hikes up your already short skirt, ass exposed to the cool air of the shed. His erection presses into your core as you push your body into his, rolling your hips in the process. Ethan pulls away from you with a gasp, face bright red and his hand firmly planted on your hips to keep you from moving again.
âShit, I- I'm so sorry. Fuck. I, uhmâŠâ Ethan looks mortified, and when you smile at him, amused at his stuttering, he looks like he would have run out there if it weren't for you sitting on his lap.
The quick kiss you place on his lips quickly shuts him up, though it isn't much of one with the way you're still smiling.
âI'd be a little offended if you had no reaction to me,â you mumble, trailing kisses down along his jaw to bite at his neck. It has his breath shaking, lips firmly pressed together to try and muffle his moans, âespecially with what I have planned for you.â
He looks confused when you pull away from his neck, so you just take one of his hands that were fisted in his pants, guiding it to the zipper on your side. Ethan's fingers are unsteady as he grasps the metal between his fingers, slowly pulling it down until it stops right at the swell of your hips. You pull the dress down over your breasts, letting him get his fill as you work at pulling apart the surprisingly intricate cardboard costume.
Ethan doesn't move to help you, too busy staring down at your chest, nipples pebbled in the cool night air. It's only when you start tugging the cardboard up that he seems to come back to himself, looking away from you as he lifts his arms. When his arms come back down to his sides you play with the collar of his polo, making sure your arms are tight against the sides of your breasts to perk them up a bit.
âCan I take this off too?â You whisper, letting your fingers dip underneath to graze along Ethan's flushed collarbone.
Ethan nods, a hoarse little âyeahâ escaping his lips as he again lifts his arms for you to tug the shirt up and off. Once it's out of the way you press your chest right up against his, smiling when his breath seems to get caught in his throat.
âYou can touch me if you want,â you say, smoothing your hands across his shoulders and down his surprisingly defined biceps. Though you suppose with a roommate like Chad, it's likely he got dragged into quite a few gym trips after they became friends.
You bring your lips back to his, hands roaming between your body's to trail over his chest and stomach before going back up. Ethan's hesitant as he kisses you back, hands still on your hips before they slowly smooth up your sides. His thumbs come to sit right under your breasts, and you press yourself harder against him to try and encourage him to move that last little bit and touch you.
It's the tiny plea that escapes your lips as you take a quick gulp of air that makes Ethan more confident, mouth working against yours with more intent as his hands finally palm at your breasts. The happy hum you let out causes Ethan to smile against your lips, warm fingers moving to tweak your nipple.
Each moan and sigh you let out has Ethan moving with more and more confidence, touch firmer and kisses rougher. When you pull back to get much needed air, Ethan dips down to mouth at your neck, his ragged breaths cooling the spit on your skin as he moves further down.
You sit up on your knees to bring your chest level with his face, and Ethan moans at the sight. He presses a quick kiss right above your left breast, no doubt feeling the erratic beating of your heart, then moves down to take your nipple into his mouth. His tongue laves over the soft flesh, a soft moan vibrating against you as you push him firmly into your chest with a hand on the back of his head.
He suckles and runs his teeth over you until your skin is tingly, then swaps to the other nipple. You drop down into his lap before he can get lost in your flesh, settling back onto his erection with a satisfied moan. As you connect your mouth to his neck, teeth working at the skin to ensure he's bruised when you're done with him, you roll your hips against his.
Ethan's hips jerk up into yours, the seam of his jeans pressing right up against you perfectly. He tucks his face into your neck, breathing deeply as he wraps his arms around your waist. You're pulled flush against him, so you aren't able to really move, but Ethan doesn't seem to mind.
âFuck, you feel so good against me,â You moan when you pull away from his neck, admiring the red splotches and teeth marks left behind, âFeel even better if you took these jeans off.â
âYeah?â He breathes, looking at you in wonder. You can't help the giggle that escapes you, shifting back so you can get at his jeans. You undo the belt and unbutton the jeans, sliding off his lap to stand in front of him so he can take them off. As you stand, gravity pulls at your dress, and you tug at it just enough so that it can get over the swell of your hips and pool into a sparkly mess on the ground.
You're left in just your panties. And while you weren't expecting your night to go quite like this, you're very glad you decided to wear the cute, lacy pastel ones instead of something ugly and comfortable. Having Ethan gawk at you is a confidence boost like no other, letting him have his fill for a few seconds before you slide back into his lap.
With only your underwear in the way, the friction between you when you roll your hips into his is mind numbingly delicious. The wet spot in your panties makes it so they're basically non-existent, the glide smooth.
Ethan's mouth hangs open on a moan, gaze locked onto where your hips bring together. His hands fly up to grip your hips, but they just hold you, letting you set the pace as you continue to roll your hips against his. You plant your hands firmly on his shoulders, using them for leverage as you grind down into him.
You can't help the sounds falling from your lips, whines and gasps as you desperately rut yourself against his thickness. Every guy you've slept with before has never made you this desperate before, but being in this dingy shack with Ethan has you falling apart with him even being inside of you.
It takes more effort than you'd like to admit to slow your hips to a stop. You nearly start back again at the desperate whine Ethan lets out, his hips rolling up into you and forcing a gasp from your lips.
âAs good as that feels, I really wanna get you inside of me,â you drop your gaze to your lap, hands trailing down his shoulders and along his chest before you let your fingers run along the band of his boxers, âBet you'd fill me up so good.â
And you're not even lying. Even when he still had his jeans on you could tell he was thick, but now you can feel and see the outline of him in its entirety, and you can't wait for the full acke that will surely come with him stretching you out.
âPlease,â Ethan whines, his hands sliding back to grab handfuls of your ass to push your hips down against his. Your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself in the feeling as you let him guide you, head dropping to his shoulder. Toes curling in your shoes, you lift up off of his lap to stop the orgasm you can feel building.
The whine Ethan lets out in protest is short lived as you yank at his boxers. His hands leave your ass to push them down far enough to free his erection, and you damn near salivate at the sight of him.
He's thicker than you've ever had, veiny and with a flushed head that's dripping precum.
It takes some very unsexy maneuvering to get your panties off without getting off his lap, but you're reluctant to lose his touch for even a moment. He helps guide them off, hands running over your thighs when your panties are out of reach. You let them hang off of your foot, too lazy to take it off or let it fall onto the dirty ground.
Slowly, you settle back onto his lap, making sure that his cock is nestled right between your soaking lips. It has the desired effect, a shaky moan escaping him and his head drops to your neck. You cradle the back of his head with one hand, the other gripping the back of the futon as you slowly roll your hips.
âA-ah, fuck,â Ethan whines, his hands bruising as they tighten on your hips, pulling you down into him. You aren't able to move, but the angle he has you at while he ruts up into you is enough to have you moaning along with him.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, you pull his face from your neck, smiling at the flushed, blissed out look on his face. âSit tight, okay? Gonna see if there's any condoms in here.â
There are two side tables here. The first is full of rolling paper and random bits of weed that have fallen out of the grinders. You hit the jackpot with the second, quickly checking to make sure it's not off date before you pull a packet out and rip it open.
When you turn back Ethan has a tight grip around the base of his cock, eyes half lidded as he watches you move around the small room. When you move to put the condom on him he quickly shakes his head, holding his hand out to take it from you.
âCanât. If you touch me I'll- I don't wanna, not yet.â You hum, letting him have it as you climb back onto his lap. His hands are unsteady, but he's able to slide the condom on in one go.
You don't give him any time to relax, shuffling forward to press yourself against him, your dominate hand gripping the futon once more. The kiss you press to his lips is a distraction, wanting to settle the racing of his heart that you can feel against your chest. Once his hands are steady as they roam across your skin, you reach back, grabbing a hold of him to line him up with your entrance.
The second you touch him he reacts, hands that were feeling up your thighs seize up, fingers digging into your skin. You make sure to go slow, for both of your benefits. Despite how bad you wanna find out if taking him all at once would make him cum on the spot, you don't think you would recover from his girth, even with how wet you are.
With every bit of him you take, it feels like the air in your lungs is being forced up out of you.
âFuck. I'm not - I don't think I'm gonna last,â Ethan whines, head ducked so he can watch where he disappears inside of you.
As you fully settle into his lap, you have to take a moment for the both of you to get accustomed to the feeling. You've never felt a burn like this since you had lost your virginity, the tingles of pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.
You keep up the slow pace, rocking back and forth on his lap. Ethan's biting his lip so hard he'll surely draw blood, still watching where you're connected. Pulling his bottom lip out with your thumb, you give him a quick kiss, before you plant your hands firmly on his shoulders.
The fake dollar store rhinestones on your heels dig into the fat of your ass as you start to bounce on his lap. Ethan's head is thrown back, neck littered in your bites as he moans and whines in tandem to your movements. Your fingernails are surely leaving marks on his skin, but he doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he gets louder every time you drag pink lines across his skin.
You aren't any better. Gasping and cursing each time he bottoms out, you feel like you're being split in two. Each time you lift off of him you can feel the sticky trails of your arousal that connect you two together. Tomorrow you'll feel bad for whatever poor soul discovers the mess you two are sure to leave behind.
Ethan's hands have migrated to your ass, helping you move along his length. He's babbling now, words all jumbled together. Slowly, he's just cursing over and over, hissing a desperate âshit shit SHITâ before his hands press flat against your back, holding you to him as he cum la into the condom.
You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, clenching around him at the feeling. He whines, mouthing at your neck to try and muffle the sound.
You cup his face, guiding him to look at you. The red that's taken over his face is adorable, and you tell him as much before kissing him. When you pull back he's pouting at you, a hand moving from your ass to trail between you.
âYou didn't cum,â he says, thumb slipping down to nudge at your clit. The slight touch after being denied an orgasm has you gasping, clenching around his surprisingly still hard cock.
With a hum you roll your hips into his touch, watching him with a small smile, âNights still young, I think you can figure something out.â
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The One Where Everybody Finds Out
Cassian x Reader
Day 2: Friends / Family @sjmxreaderweek summary: Keeping a secret in a house full of nosy friends was a losing game. You and Cassian thought you were carefulâbut after one too many slip-ups, it's clear: the jig is up. word count: 3.1k content: [ explicit language, implied sexual content, explicit humor, alcohol ] author's note: a nice cute fun lil fic inspired by the chandler and monica friends episode :) yes, i was in the middle of a series rewatch (showing it to the bf for the first time) when i was writing this one lol

You and Cassian hadnât meant to keep it a secret. At least, not at first.
What had started as a fleeting momentâone night of unspoken tension, one quiet pull from Cassian, a simple kiss that shouldâve meant nothingâsoon spiraled into something more. Something that felt like more than a stolen touch or a glance across the training ring. It was sneaking under the table at dinner, brushing your fingers against his when no one was looking, the soft pressure of his knee against yours when you stood side by side. A pattern that was hard to ignore, harder to explain.
And yet, here you were, caught in the throes of it. The truth of it settled in like a weight you couldnât shift, each day bringing more pressure. This was Cassian. These were your friendsâyour family. And somehow, the idea of them knowingâof everyone knowingâbefore you and Cassian even had the chance to understand what this was, felt suffocating.
So, an unspoken pact was formed: keep it quiet. For now.
The problem, of course, was Cassian.
He thought he was subtle. He thought no one noticed when he gravitated toward you at every dinner, even when it meant hauling a chair across the room. He thought the touches were harmless: a hand lingering on your back, fingers brushing yours as he passed you a drink, all innocent enough. And when he tried to play it off with weak excuses, you could hardly keep a straight face.
âI just happened to be heading out, too,â heâd said to Rhys one evening, despite the fact that heâd just ordered another drink. You barely covered your snort.
To your credit, you were trying to keep things under wraps. You didnât let your gaze linger too long, didnât let yourself react when his knee pressed against yours under the dining table. But Cassian made it so difficult. He was all big, stupid grins when you walked into a room, and lingering fingers when he handed you anything.
So you kept sneaking around, hoping no one saw through it, pretending to be careful, while you and Cassianâtwo grown adultsâacted like youths trying to hide a crush.
And for a while, at least, you were sure no one knew.
⊠. ăâș ă . F . ăâș ă . âŠ
At first, it was nothing more than an inklingâa soft, nagging feeling that hovered just under the surface. Maybe it was the way Cassianâs gaze lingered a little longer than necessary on you, or the way your lips barely curved in response to his words. It was subtle, imperceptible to anyone who wasnât paying attention.
But then, it happened.
Over dinner, Cassian slipped.
âHey, sweetheart, could you pass theââ He froze mid-sentence.
You froze too.
For a split second, the table fell silent. Just long enough for Feyreâs eyes to flick upward, catching the shift in your expression. The way Cassian hastily shoved a forkful of food into his mouth, as if trying to swallow the evidence of his slip-up.
No one else noticed. Rhys was too caught up in his argument with Amren, and Azriel was lost in Morâs latest joke.
But Feyre noticed.
And once she did, it was like a door opened.
She noticed the way Cassian always seemed to hover near you, the way you both made excuses to leave at the same time, the way your hands brushed ever so casuallyâtoo casuallyâwhen you thought no one was looking. You and Cassian were terrible at this.
And Feyre? Feyre was absolutely going to have fun with it.
âYou know,â she began one evening, voice light, almost teasing, âI think itâs funny how some people swear they donât do pet names, but then, out of nowhere, they slip up.â
From across the room, you nearly choked on your wine. Cassian visibly tensed, shifting uncomfortably as he buried his hands in his lap.
âOh?â Rhys drawled, raising an eyebrow. âAnd here I thought you liked my pet names for you, Feyre.â
Feyre hummed, her eyes flicking toward you and Cassian. âOh, I donât mind them. But some peopleâŠâ She let the silence stretch, just long enough to make it feel pointed. âSome people canât help but use them.â
Rhys leaned back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face. âInteresting. I had the impression you preferred something more⊠simple.â
Feyre arched a brow. âSimple?â
His grin widened. âWell, youâve never complained about darling.â
Feyre rolled her eyes, but her smile was too genuine to be dismissive. âThatâs different.â
Rhys laughed. âIs it?â
Feyre shot him a pointed look. âYou used up your one pet name already.â
Rhys clutched his chest in mock offense. âAnd here I was, considering my heart or my star.â
Feyre raised an eyebrow. âTry it.â
Cassian, his face flushed, immediately turned away. You fought to keep your expression neutral, but the heat of Feyreâs eyes on you was impossible to ignore. She knew.
And she was loving every second of it.
⊠. ăâș ă . A . ăâș ă . âŠ
It started with Azrielâs smirks.
He wasnât a male known for his smiles, but there were momentsâfleeting, almost imperceptibleâthat his lips would twitch upward, the smallest glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes.
At first, Feyre thought she was imagining it. But then, the comments began.
âYou seem well-rested, Cassian,â Azriel remarked one morning, his voice deceptively casual as he sipped his coffee.
Cassian, who hadnât slept in weeks, nearly knocked over his plate. âWhat?â
Azriel didnât even look up from his paper. âNothing.â
Feyre watched from across the room, barely holding back her laughter.
It kept happeningâthese little comments that wouldâve been brushed off by anyone else, but Feyre knew.
Like the time you and Cassian showed up separately to the River House, late, only to have Azriel quip, âFunny how you two always seem to arrive at the same time after a night out, even though youâre coming from different places.â
Cassian tensed. You shot him a warning look. Feyre couldnât contain her grin.
Or when Azriel casually mentioned how hard it must be to keep a secret in a house full of curious minds. His voice was slow, deliberate, each word pointed enough to cut.
He never outright confronted you, though. He didnât need to.
Because Azriel thought he was the only one who knew.
And thatâthatâwas the most entertaining part.
⊠. ăâș ă . M . ăâș ă . âŠ
It was never supposed to happen like this.
You and Cassian had been so carefulâso careful. But now, here you were, backed up against the wall of his room at the House of Wind, his lips hot and demanding against yours, his hands gripping your waist as if he never intended to let goâ
And then the door swung open.
âWhat in the Motherâs nameââ
Cassian whipped away from you so fast, he nearly stumbled. You gasped, scrambling to straighten your clothes, but it was far too late. Mor stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open in shock, then delight.
Her hand shot out, pointing accusingly at Cassian. Then at you. Then back at Cassian.
âAre youâBY THE CAULDRON.â
âMorââ
âOh, wow!â She clapped a hand over her mouth, her other hand still outstretched like she was physically trying to process what she was seeing. âHow long has this been going on?!â
Cassian groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. âCan you not yell?â
âCan you notâwhatever the hell I just walked in on?!â Morâs voice climbed an octave.Â
You buried your face in your hands, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. This is it. This is how I die.
Mor shrieked in delight, practically bouncing in place. âI knew it. I knew something was off with you two lately!â She narrowed her eyes at you. âWaitâdoes anyone else know?â
You hesitated. âUhââ
âNO WAY,â Mor gasped, clutching her chest. âI cannot believe Iâm the first to find out.â She beamed like sheâd just won the lottery. âI wonât tell, I promise. But gods, this is amazing.â
She took one last look at the two of youâstill flushed, still breathlessâthen spun on her heel. With a wink and a whirlwind exit, she left the room, her smile wide enough to break.
Cassian dropped his head onto your shoulder, letting out a long groan. âWeâre screwed.â
⊠. ăâș ă . F.A. . ăâș ă . âŠ
Feyre smoothed her hand over the map of Velaris spread across the table, her fingers tracing the lines of the Sidra. âWe should move the patrols closer to the Sidra in the evenings. Thereâs been more movement near the docks lately.â
Azriel barely glanced up from the reports he was sifting through. âAlready reassigned four to cover it.â
A soft laugh escaped Feyre, her lips curling at the edges. She shook her head, as if to herself. âOf course you did.â Then, as if the thought had only just occurred to her, she added, âYou ever notice how Cassianâs been in a suspiciously good mood lately?â
Azrielâs fingers faltered for just a second before he turned the page, his expression a mask of indifference. âHave I?â
Feyre hummed absently, her eyes never leaving the map as she traced the Sidra again. âMmm. And (y/n)âs been spending an awful lot of late nights at the House of Wind. Odd, donât you think?â
For the first time, Azrielâs gaze lifted from the papers, his eyes narrowing in the faintest flicker of curiosity. âOdd?â
She shrugged, her tone light and breezy, as if it were nothing more than idle chatter. âWell, unless sheâs taken up sparring⊠but I doubt thatâs it.â
Azriel studied her for a beat longer, then turned the page with deliberate slowness, as if the words between them hadnât lingered at all. His gaze stayed fixed on the report, his voice a touch more clipped. âHow did you figure it out?â
Feyreâs lips quirked into a smug smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. âI heard him call her âsweetheart.ââ She let the word hang between them like a well-aimed dart, watching for any shift in his expression.
Azriel didnât flinch. Instead, he turned the page as if the word had barely registered, his cool composure unshaken. Only after a long pause did he finally exhale through his nose, his voice dry. âThey really let that slip?â
She shrugged, feigning innocence, though the edge in her gaze was anything but. âHow did you figure it out?â
Azriel gave a low, quiet chuckle, meeting her eyes with a knowing look. âIâm the spymaster.â
Feyre rolled her eyes, her smirk widening. âRight.â
⊠. ăâș ă . R . ăâș ă . âŠ
Rhysand hadnât been looking for anything in particular that morningâjust enjoying the rare silence before the house stirred. But as he rounded a corner, a familiar figure slipped out of a room that wasnât his own.
Not his usual early-morning âtraining run.â
Cassian moved too quickly, his steps a fraction too sharp, his eyes darting like he was trying to slip past unnoticed. His hair was a mess, his shirt wrinkled, and there was the faintest flush still clinging to his skin.
Rhys leaned lazily against the wall, one brow lifting as a slow smirk curved his lips. âIs there a reason youâre sneaking out of (y/n)âs room at this hour, Cassian?â
Cassian froze for the briefest second before schooling his face into something passably neutral. âI was justâchecking on her.â
Rhys hummed, his smirk widening. âAt this hour? Interesting.â
Cassian shrugged, all false nonchalance, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. âPeople need to talk in private sometimes.â
Rhys pushed off the wall, taking an easy step forward, letting the silence stretch. The faint scent of you still clung to Cassianâs clothes, subtle but unmistakable. And Rhys could practically hear the frantic calculations going on in his brotherâs head, searching for a way out of this.
âMm,â Rhys mused, tilting his head, âyou do realize I can smell both of you on each other, right?â
Cassianâs jaw tightened, his face darkening a shadeânot quite embarrassment, not quite irritation, but something in between.
Rhysâs grin turned downright wicked. âRelax. Iâm not going to tell anyone. I was just curious.â
Cassian shot him a look that could have melted steel. Silence. A muscle ticked in his jaw. He was clearly at a loss for any more excuses, but Rhys wasnât finished.
âThough, I have to sayâŠâ He tapped a finger against his chin, as if deep in thought. âMorâs going to find out sooner or later. Sheâs like a bloodhound with these things.â He let the words settle before adding, âActually, Iâd bet she already knows.â
Cassian exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head. âDonât even start, Rhys.â
Rhys chuckled, watching as Cassian shot him one last glare before stalking down the hall, shoulders tight, as if trying to shake off the conversation.
Rhys waited until he was gone before shaking his head to himself, still grinning. As if Mor didnât already know. She always did.
And as if his cousin hadnât already brought it up over their last bottle of wine.
Heâd be sure to bring this up during their next.
⊠. ăâș ă . A . ăâș ă . âŠ
The dining table was crowded, warm with good food and flowing wine. Conversation wove together in overlapping threads, laughter spilling easily between hands of cards. Between you, Cassian, Rhys, and Feyre, a game was already well underway.
It had been going fineâuntil Cassian leaned over your shoulder to peek at your hand, his fingers settling at your waist, thumb tracing a slow, absentminded path against your side.
Harmless. Thoughtless. Until it wasnât.
The realization hit him like a slap. His hand jerked away as if heâd touched an open flame. The same thought must have struck you at the same time, because your laugh came too loud, too forced, the kind that begged to smooth over something unspoken.
A pause stretched. Rhys lifted a brow. Feyre set her cards down, watching with quiet amusement.
You cleared your throat. âWow. Would you look at that.â A vague gesture toward the cards. âCassian, you canât just hover over my shoulder like that. Thatâs cheating.â
He blinked, slower this time. âWhat?â
Eyes widening a fraction, you willed him to keep up. âYou looked at my cards. Totally unfair. We should restart.â
A beat passed before he nodded. âRight. Yeah. My bad. I justâuhâI thought I saw a smudge. Thought maybe it was marked.â
Feyre snorted. âMarked?â
âYeah!â You latched onto the excuse. âYou know how it isâsometimes people scratch the cards on purpose, and that would ruin the integrity of the game, soâŠhe was just checking.â
Rhys hummed, clearly unconvinced. âAnd that required putting a hand on your waist?â
Your mouth opened. No words came out.
Cassian cleared his throat. âIt was, uhâŠa reflex.â
You nodded, a little too quickly. âYeah. Reflex.â
Mor, unimpressed, gave a slow blink. âReflex.â
Cassian exhaled sharply. âItâs a battle thing.â
âA battle thing?â Her brow furrowed.
You doubled down. âYeah. Instinct. From training. Checking each otherâs balance, making sure no oneâs about to fall over.â
Rhys smirked. âBecause thatâs a real problem when sitting down.â
Cassian shot him a glare. âYou donât understand how deep it goes, Rhys.â
He swirled the liquor in his glass, tilting his head. âOh, I think I do.â
The room stilled, the air thick with something unspoken. Then, unimpressed as ever, Amren set down her glass and deadpanned, âYou two can stop pretending. We all know.â
Silence.
You went still. Cassian barely breathed beside you.
Then Rhys started laughing.
Forcing a smile, you gave one last feeble attempt. âIâŠdonât know what you mean.â
Cassian nodded, too fast. âYeah. No clue.â
Amren gave a flat look. âOh, please.â
Mor, who had been watching with mild amusement, suddenly stiffened. ââŠWait.â Her head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing at Amren. âWhat do you mean we all know?â
A slow, put-upon sigh. âExactly what it sounds like.â
Mor blinked. âYou knew?â
âObviously.â Amren took another sip from her goblet, utterly unimpressed.
A moment of stillness. Then Morâs expression twisted in pure offense. âButâI was the first to know!â
A quiet sound from Azrielâmightâve been a laugh. âWere you?â
âOf course I was!â Mor huffed, arms crossing. âI walked in on them, for fuckâs sake! That shouldâve given me first place!â
Cassian groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âCan we not bring that up?â
You muttered, âPlease, letâs not.â
Rhys, grinning like this was the best entertainment heâd had in years, leaned in. âI donât know, Cass. I think itâs an important detail. Adds to the drama.â
Cassian shot him a murderous look. âShut up, Rhys.â
But Mor was still reeling, eyes darting between Amren, Feyre, and Az. ââŠSo, how did you all find out?â
Feyre smirked. âAz figured it out first. I caught on about two months ago.â
Calm as ever, Azriel shrugged. âIt wasnât exactly subtle.â
Mor turned on Cassian, scandalized. âI thought you two were being sneaky.â
âWe were!â Cassian threw up his hands. âApparently, just not sneaky enough!â
Rhys chuckled. âWell, to be fair, Cass, you do have a habit of sneaking out of rooms at dawn. Itâs not exactly inconspicuous.â
Cassian muttered something under his breath about everyone minding their own damn business.
Mor, still trying to process the betrayal, shook her head. âLet me get this straightâI had the deep misfortune of walking in while he was balls-deep, and yet somehow everyone else figured it out before me?â
Rhys smirked. âNot everyone. I only found out because you told me.â
Cassianâs head whipped toward Rhys just as yours snapped toward his.
Utter betrayal. âYou said he caught you sneaking out, not that she told him!â
Rhys stretched back in his seat, his grin widening. âThis is even better than I expected.â
Feyre turned on him, brows raised. âWaitâyou knew? And you didnât tell me?â
Rhysâs smirk didnât waver. âYou didnât tell me either, Feyre darling.â
A scoff. âBecause I thought I was the only one who knew!â
Amren, officially done, rose from her seat. âAre we going to spend the next hour debating who the reigning authority on court gossip is?â
Mor scowled. âI am.â
Feyre raised a brow. âAre you?â
Azriel took another sip of his drink, offering nothing.
Cassian leaned in close, voice low. âMaybe if we just sit here quietly, theyâll forget we exist.â
You sighed. âUnlikely.â
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Please I need more âdrive-by sniffingâ Itâs so funny to me but also Iâm into it
warnings: jealousy, hiding keys, sniff-by (drive by sniffing), lying, teasing, trapping, kissing, carrying, oral (fem receiving), etc.
note: perv!logan???? FUCKINâ HELL.
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âTheyâre just a friend, Wadeâ y/n sighed as Wade kept complaining about where and why she was going. She was trying to find her keys and he knew for a fact he took them.
âWhere are they, Wade? I told you I was leaving before I took a shower and now theyâre off the kitchen counter so â Where are they!?â Y/n yelled at the man, making Logan choke on his beer.
âI donât know, peanuts. Maybe itâs lost up your ass,â Wade shrugged as he got up and slipped his shoes on. âShame on you for leaving mister I have no life and I hate everyone and everything, over there. Maybe you couldnât take him on a date,â
âItâs not a date!â She yelled at the man, knowing this might be, but it was none of his business. âYeah, sure itâs not, but since itâs so not a date, why not take Grandpa with you? He hasnât seen the sun in a while,â Wade whispered.
Before y/n could say anything, he left, shutting the door hard and singing as he skipped down the hall, ready to go see Vanessa. âDick shit,â said under her breath.
âLanguage, young lady,â Logan chuckled as he took a sip of his ninth beer. âWho are you? The god of prohibited language?â Y/n rolled her eyes at the man before she continued her search for her car keys.
âLookinâ for these, bub?â Loganâs voice spoke after a few minutes of silence. She wanted to ignore him, but once she heard her keys jingle, her head snapped towards him.
âBro, you had it the whole time!?â Y/n wanted to yell at the man, but he was Wadeâs guest. Y/n only stayed here at times when it got too late for her to drive home. Heâs somehow friends with her elders and he needed a âfull-time babysitter for his dogâ that he had just picked up and left with.
Her parents and grandparents insisted she didnât help Deadpool and Dogpool. They were all big fans, but y/n wasnât planning on working for him.
Wade had something behind what he was doing after y/n served him his food at bingo night. She was young but not too young, pretty, went to college, and was hard to deal with. Right up Loganâs alley, but did Wade tell him his secret evil plan? No.
âYeah, because youâre lying,â Logan put the keys back in his pocket after she came over to him to take back what was hers. âWhat? Bro, give me my keys,â y/n was annoyed.
âYou are going on a date, ainât ya?â He asked. She could do all the washing she wanted, but he could still smell her. âNo, for the love of god. Can you guys stop asking me that shit? Itâs annoying!â
âLast time I checked, it only takes you ten minutes to shower, not thirty,â y/n was surprised he paid attention to her shower times. Sheâs only been in and out of Wadeâs shared apartment for a couple of months.
âYour point is?â She asked, knowing he wasnât dumb, but she hoped heâd give up. âI donât know, you tell me,â he got up, now towering over her. Her neck ached from the sudden new angle she had to look at him.
âI can smell you, you know,â Logan admitted. âWhat do you mean?â She genuinely asked. âI can smell you leaking. Itâs hard to miss when you smell like that every time you leave to meet up with your friends,â
She wanted to call out his perverted activities but had nothing to say. He was old, but she wasnât a minor, so what could she say to make him feel uncomfortable for invading her privacy.
âHow good is he? Seems like he fucks good if youâre soaked right before you leave,â Logan had y/n cornered on the wall. She didnât know she was backing up that much until she had nowhere else to go.
âHow about you let me meet him. Lemme watch how he fucks you so I can show you better,â his hot breath blew on her face. He was so close and intimidating. Where did all of this come from?
âSometimes I can smell him on you. I hate it so much, you know why, bub?â Logan asked as his finger cupped her chin. Y/n softly shook her head. âBecause I can do better,â
Before she knew it, his lips were all over her, barely letting her process before his tongue slipped into her mouth.
Usually, she found that nasty, hating the sloppy kisses, but this time â Fuck, it felt so nice.
Y/n kissed back, whines escaping her mouth as she now felt needy. She was already turned on, knowing she was going to meet her boy toy tonight, but Logan seemed better. He was always the better choice.
âGreedy slut,â the man spat, sounding angry, but she knew thatâs how they talked when they were turned on. She could feel his hard on through his jeans. He was grinding up and down her body like a pole.
âAlways leavinâ to fuck another man, like Iâm not here, baby. I donât like that disrespect,â Logan pulled the girl off of the wall and now carried her to his room that they sometimes shared.
Wadeâs apartment is a two-bedroom, so if she slept over, sheâd sleep on Loganâs bed, and heâd sleep on the small couch in the room.
He would be lying if he said he didnât sleep better when she was right across from him. Heâd also be lying if he said he would switch the sheets because he loved her smell.
He never did anything like this back where he was, but something after that fight made him switch. He was turning into a small pervert for a young lady in whoâs barely the legal drinking age.
âSmellinâ like candy,â Logan sniffed, loving the new lotion she had bought a few days ago. âGonna go through all that work when I take you on a date?â He asked as he slowly took the girl's clothes off. âMaybe,â she shyly said, surprised he wasnât thinking about this as a one-night stand.
âDoesnât matter, bub â Ima still eat that pussy till you cry,â he said as he spread the girl's legs. She felt so smooth. She was ready for him, not that dickhead she was getting ready to meet.
Logan slowly slicked up the girl's slit, taking in how close he is to her smell. All the days of smelling her getting ready for another man, just for her to get pulled back for him.
âBet this cunts sweet,â the man said before diving in for a few seconds. Her mom got stuck in her throat. That was amazing, and he had more.
âSure fuckinâ is,â Logan quickly went back in, arms wrapping around and thighs to pull her into his face. He wanted to suffocate in between her thighs.
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So, for Starters: Book Of Bill Spoilers warning. Another opinion from me below. This new one is about the lost journal pages again, of course.
Originally, I wanted to make a super big crazy essay about all the reasons I think the journal pages in BOB (The Book of Billâs given name) are fake, and show off my super-cool totally completely sound deductive reasoning techniques in the process. Â
Unfortunately, knowing myself Iâm not sure Iâm actually capable of accomplishing such a feat. You all know how I tend to post things in parts, sometimes out of order, often never finished. However I would like to share something in particular thatâs been eating at me that Iâve seen⊠partially discussed, but only partially. And certainly not the part that I would like to discuss.Â
Itâs about the rats.
You know, the rats.
I saw these rats being talked about since before I was even able to have a look at the book myself.Â
But before I get further into it all, I would like to start off with a joke:Â
Why did dead rats, eggnog, a land orca, shrimp colors, Itâs a Small World After All, and an Anti-Cipherite Suit cross the road?Â
Well, thatâs easy. To get to the other side.Â
Of the book, that is.Â
If youâre anything like me, you probably skipped right to the journal pages upon contact with the book. And if youâre even MORE like me, you were probably left a little confounded by them. Not only did they seem⊠wrong somehow. But they also felt random. Full of odd choices of subject that didnât make a lot of sense. Could these pages really have come from journal 3? If so, why do parts of them feel so⊠completely out of context?Â
And this is where the rats come in. As I mentioned before, I saw many people discussing them. In particular, they were noting a connection to this passage from earlier in the book:
Many of the related discussions also felt odd to me. Though I lacked the knowledge to be able to articulate why at the time. UNTIL, I read the book for myself from start to finish. That's when I realized something: This is not the only time something from earlier in the book connects back to the journal pages. In fact, it happens many, many times throughout the earlier passages. (Here is a small collection of them for your perusal.)
And then it started clicking into place. The reasons the pages felt like they were so abnormally out of context⊠is because they WERE lacking context!
Now, before you can finish saying âGin, youâre an idiot.â I would like you to ponder these three questions:Â
1) Why, if these pages were taken from Journal 3, should they require context from outside of it to be able to be completely understood?
2) Why is it that this context can be found in what Bill Cipher has been writing in the preceding passages up till now?Â
3) If you put food in a mogwaiâs mouth at midnight EST but drive it over the CST time zone line back to 11PM before it can swallow, will it still transform into a gremlin?Â
Okay, you caught me, that third one is unrelated. But the first two I believe require further thinking. So letâs delve a little further into the idea. Consider this the real third question:Â
3) Are we to seriously believe that these, the only pages of J3 still lost to us, just so happen to tie into the new topics from the rest of the Book of Bill over and over like this? Â
And since youâve done so well thinking thus far, Iâll ask a fourth question:Â
4) Are you aware of the concepts of Watsonian and Doyalist analysis?Â
Assuming you donât and you wonât google it, Iâll skip to the important part. Watsonian analysis is to analyze a story from within it, as if you yourself were Watson making deductions in a Sherlock Holmes novel. Â
Now, from a Watsonian point of view, what happens when we try to answer our earlier questions? Why should it be that the Book of Bill provides so many of these points of reference to the journal pages?Â
One possible line of thought could be that Bill wrote the earlier passages of his book *around* the idea of what was contained in the pages, but I think this doesnât work for a few reasons. For one thing, the purpose of the book is to get the reader to make a deal, not to take a whole novel to set the stage for a 3 day mini Ford adventure. For another, not all of what I described prior is really fit to be called âcontextâ, is it? The rats, the âSmall Worldâ cassette, and the Bill-Suit are one thing, but Eggnog? Shrimp colors? Land Orcas? I certainly wouldnât define them that way. If anything, theyâd be better suited to being called âreferencesâ. And unlike the more contextual ideas, thereâd be no real need for Bill to sneak mere references to the pages into his grand story. And lastly, there are a great deal of Bill pages that have nothing to do with the content in the journal pages at all.
So what exactly am I trying to say here?Â
If we do intend to think of the callbacks outlined above as references, the only logical conclusion within the story is that the journal pages themselves are referencing back to the Book of Bill, not the other way around.
But⊠how? And why? Something Ford has written in the 80âs shouldn't be able to reference something Bill is writing post-weirdmageddon certainly.Â
Thatâs because âFordâ isnât referencing it at all!
And as for why⊠Well, have you ever noticed when you're writing a story on the fly, things you wrote earlier all come crashing back to you as you try to wrap things up? I believe personally that the journal pages are not pages actually written by Ford, but more a strange endcap on Billâs crazy train of thought! That Bill is the one writing them, and the "references" are just fuel that further the pages creation. Almost as if, to quote someone much more knowledgeable than me on this subjectâŠ
(This single paragraph has been inserted a good deal after the original writing of this post.) I would like to clarify, I am not trying to claim the ideas presented in the pages have no basis in reality whatsoever. Ultimately, what I'm saying is I think Bill wrote them, and they should be taken with suspicion instead of as complete fact. "Did this event happen exactly this way?", "Does some of this feel distorted?", "Did this part even happen at all?" I think those are questions worth examining with the events detailed on these pages.
In the end, all I've described above (as well as other aspects of the pages I've not mentioned here) leave me with the impression the pages are not real.
As I stated only a bit earlier, the idea that these pages, the only pages of J3 purported to be lost, should be so connected to the rest of the book is beyond coincidence to me. Not to mention that in order to take these pages as total truth, you must give credence to several other passages of Bill's book as well. And I'm not too keen on having to trust him that much.
To all who have read this far, even to those who may have scoffed at the ideas in here or think I've only written up nonsense. Thank you for reading and considering my thoughts.
I am not saying anyone must agree with me on this. I know some people have found the pages to be important and meaningful to them, and I do not wish to give the impression that I think my view is the end all be all correct one, or that I think lesser of those who believe them to be Ford's own writings. I only want to share my own thoughts on them. And to anyone else who found the pages to feel "off" somehow, possibly validate their feelings too.
#long post#the longest post#book of bill spoilers#the book of bill spoilers#for real this time#rat#rats#(those are warning tags)#gin discusses cartoons#bob investigations#this one can stay in the discussion tag bc i particularly like the way i wrote this one
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â âhow you get the girl.â || naoi rei x reader fic.



â a stupid and insensitive prank leads to your adorable girlfriend turning into a lovesick pervert when she gets drugged during one of your friendsâ partyâŠ
word count: 7.6k.
dynamic: dom!bottom!naoi rei x sub!top!reader.
warnings: drugging, dubcon, drunk sex, non-consensual use of drugs, emotional manipulation, blood (mild), praises, fingering, anal, use of strap-on (often referred to as a cock), overstimulation.
requested?: nope.
a/n: UMMMM HIIII???? quick note, since i have like two more yuj requests to put out, i figured you guys might use a little breath of fresh air with this surprise rei fic hehehuehe đđ keep the warnings in mind everyone! reibear's a bit... crazy here đ in fact, a lot of the fics coming up from me actually venture a lot into dark content, or at least near it, so let us all tread with caution :] ANYWAY this is my 1,000th post! i wanted to make it special so that's why i've been missing for like a month (omg...) bcs i wanted to make sure i came out with something good LMAO sorry for going non-verbal everyoneee đđ
you were hoping that this was the last time that youâll ever go to one of ahn yujinâs parties.
parties werenât exactly up your alley to begin with, but something about the ones that the unnecessarily popular basketball captain hosts makes it all so much more troublesome than a normal college party. the bass of the speakers jammed through your skull, enough to annoy you with a painful migraine. the drinks were bland, only amateur party-goers and people who are too far gone to have decent taste would like it. all those who were invited are a mixed bag of strange, unpleasant, snobby, shady, and try-hard individuals who had nothing better to do on a saturday evening.
despite it all though, you were having the best time of your life.
perhaps you were the one that was too far gone to bother to try and over analyze every aspect of ahn yujinâs party. maybe it was the lights, the hot air, the music, and the way your girlfriend, rei, pulled you around the crowd as you danced. oh, naoi reiâshe looks so beautiful under the purple, blue, and green neon lights. eyes only slightly unfocused due to being mildly intoxicated, but she was still looking at you. she wears a wide smile, the same one that makes you fall in love with her over and over again, as she pulls you into her.
âi love you, (y/n).â she whispers before kissing your cheek. rei was giggling, somehow surprised at her sudden bravery. she was holding a half-empty cup with one hand and had her other arm around your neck, your arms wrapped loosely around her waist, pulling her closer until her lips were a mere kissing distance. you donât waste any time, nor did you bother to care about the fact that the two of you were surrounded by peopleâyou kissed rei, relishing in the taste of both alcohol and peaches on her lips. rei melts into you, smiling into the kiss, feeling her chest get warm when she feels you tighten your hold on her.
you feel her fingers thread your locks as you kiss her, that feeling of comfort and security making you release the tension on your shoulders and get even more lost in the moment. you knew that a handful of people were watching the two of you. maybe they were even taking pictures and videos of this rare scene of the kind, sickeningly sweet fashion major and the stoic but soft volleyball vice-captain shamelessly showing off their affection for one another. but really, you didnât care. hell, some people have done worse in ahn yujinâs previous partiesâyujin herself included. so you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, ignoring the pool forming in between your legs when you hear the slightest bits of your girlfriendâs addicting moans.
rei nearly drops the cup she was holding when you slid your tongue past her lips. it seems neither she minded putting on a spectacle for everyone to see: allowing you to explore her mouth with your tongue, slide your hand underneath her cotton sweatshirt and feel her stomach, and even whimpering so cutely when you grabbed her ass with your other hand. shit, if you were completely out of your senses you probably wouldâve fucked her right there! she was just so perfect in your eyes⊠and for once in your years of dating, you wanted to show everyone just how flawless naoi rei really was and not just keep her for yourself.
your hand travels further down, stopping right on the belt hoops on her jeans. rei wanted you to lose your composure, wanted you to touch her in front of your friends and schoolmates, wanted to show everyone how good you can make her feel, and you knew all of this by the way she moved closer to you, practically begging for you to keep going despite the alarming rate of people finding themselves staring at the two of you. you decided to tease her, putting your hand on her thighs instead and slowly moving it upwards so painfully slowly. rei whines and softly nibbles on your lips in retaliation. cute.
unbeknownst to the two of you, someone slips a strange-looking pill in reiâs drink. rei had been too busy returning your kisses to spot the person, who snickered as he walked off with his friends. somehow, you heard them, breaking the kiss to look behind you. they turned to a corner out of your sight, but you had a feeling they did something.
âwhatâs wrong?â rei asked in heaving breaths. you donât answer her, squinting and trying to spot the strange group of guys that just walked by but failing to do so. rei gently takes your chin and turns your head, her eyes locked onto your lips. both affection and desire were evident in her eyes; she adored you dearly, but fuck, she needed you so bad. âi was having funâŠâ she mumbled, once again leaning closer in hopes of getting you to kiss her again. but all you did was laugh, give her lips a peck before pulling her out of the big crowd in the living room, much to her dismay.
rei pouts, but doesnât complain as she allows you to tug her towards the kitchen. rei chugs down the rest of her drink, eyes lighting up at the sight of a few more bottles sitting quietly at yujinâs kitchen island as if they were waiting just for her! you briefly looked over your shoulder, spotting your adorable girlfriend eyeing the bottles of alcohol.
âi think youâve had enough, baby. letâs get you some water.â
in the kitchen were some of your friends: the hostess yujin, that one senior from the dance department son hyeju, reiâs close friend from the music theory department jang yeeun, and reiâs fellow fashion major seol yoona. this might possibly be the most random assortment of your big and forever growing friend group but it was much better than the heap of strangers (emphasis on strange) in the living room. yujin was drunk out of her mindâa rare occasion considering that sheâs always busy stopping everyone from ruining her house during her parties to even get a sip. she must be upset about something, and judging by how she begrudgingly stared at the âschool museâ jang wonyoung from across the room⊠yeah, she was definitely going through it.
it was nothing a good hate-fucking would fix, though. you know those two well enough to predict how their nightâs going to go.
poor awkward hyeju was desperately trying to stop yujin from downing an entire bottle while simultaneously talking to someone on the phone. her girlfriend, possibly. now that you think about it, it was really strange not to see park chaewon right by hyejuâs side. they were usually inseparable and chaewon was never the type to miss a messy ass party like this one; it was practically brimming with gossip! and she wouldâve loved that show you and rei put on earlier! not far from yujin and hyeju were yeeun and yoona who talked casually, although you didnât miss that glint of interest for each other in their eyes. seems like they had been drinking too. great!
you werenât here to talk to any of them, however. you were here to sober your girlfriend up and take her home before she goes completely off the rails. you grabbed a clean cup from a pile and filled it up with water, all while rei clung to your side, whining and whispering horny nonsense in your ear that you tuned out to save everybody from seeing you fuck your girlfriend over your best friendâs kitchen counter. you ignored the way her breath fanned across your neck and gave you chills down your spine, ignored her arm wrapped around your waist and her hand impatiently squeezing your hip, ignored how her other hand was softly tugging on the waistband of your skirtâall of them being near-impossible tasks. the only reason you got to hold back your urges was because of your suspicions: has rei always been this⊠needy when drunk?
being her girlfriend of a few years now, you knew that the answer was a hard no. yes, rei could never hold her alcohol well and thus always ended up getting wasted by the end of every party or friend gathering but she was never so horny! most of the time when sheâs drunk, she just gets very giggly and is a hundred times more ticklish than when sheâs sober. and even when sheâs in her right mind and she wants to have sex, she wouldnât be like this. you turned your head to get a good look at your girlfriendâs face. rei gives you a lazy smile, tilting her head slightly as she leaned close to hopefully kiss your lips but you managed to dodge her, making her whine cutely. her cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat ran down her neck, and her pupils were dilated but you knew that was because she was wasted as fuck.
perhaps it was just a bad case of rei being both drunk and horny at the same time. nevermind the reason for her strange behaviorâyou have to get her home so she can calm down and get some sleep!
âtake a sip of this, rei-yah. youâve been drinking nothing but alcohol and soda all night.â you handed your girlfriend a cup of water before beckoning hyeju over. yujin had her back leaning against a countertop while she grumbles grumpily, still glaring at wonyoung (who was having the time of her life having all of yujinâs stupid attention for herself). hyeju tells yujin to âstay stillâ and skips over to where you and rei were standing, making a weird face when she saw how rei had started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
âhyeju, can you give us a ride home? i think youâre the only sober person in this houseâŠâ you asked. she looked like she was going to refuse as she had her hands full taking care of yujin, but you were somewhat correct with hyeju being the only soul in this joint that had any sense in her mind. plus, yoona and yeeun were not totally wasted yet. they can probably watch over yujin for fifteen minutes! and so hyeju agrees, nodding her head towards the door and grabbing her keys from a secret corner in one of the cupboards reserved only for yujin and her closest friends (aka, you lot).
âweâre going home? youâre no fun, babyâŠâ rei whines loudly as you squeezed both of yourselves out of the crowd. she was still very touchy, she couldnât keep her hands off of you and at one point, even grabbed your ass from under your skirt and laughed when you yelped slightly.
âtaking care of a drunk you isnât usually like babysitting a toddler,â you mumbled after having to gently push her out of the door so she wouldnât be saying goodbye to every living being she sees in that house. immediately after you slammed the door shut, rei practically lunged at you and tried to kiss you but you were quick to move away. âwhatâs up with you, love?â you asked, giggling because rei now had this cute pout on her face.
âi wanna kiss you⊠please, let me kiss you?â ah, you canât really refuse her when she asks so nicely⊠and since the two of you were now out of view from everyone, well, you had no problem pulling her in by her sleeve and putting your lips on hers once again. this kiss was a lot softer than what you shared in yujinâs living room; your lips moved in sync instead of whatever near-slobbering mess that was going on earlier. your hands rested on her hips while she had her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you closer ever so often to deepen the kiss further until your chests were touching and she could put her hands down on your shoulders.Â
it was a kiss so magical that people could probably picture cartoon birds and butterflies flying around your figures right about now. as annoyed as you always get in yujinâs parties, you had to admit that you badly needed this one. you and rei, actually. both of you have been swamped with your respective coursework that neither of you could find the time to enjoy doing anything else together, but thankfully, yujin had both of your backs and decided to drag you out of your houses to live life a little. so yeah, perhaps now it makes sense why you just so happened to get buzzed enough to be enjoying your crazy friendâs party!
and now a cute, drunken try-to-sleep session would be a fitting end to this amazing day⊠but youâll soon find out that the night was going to be much, much longer than you anticipated.
âdo you gay bitches want to go home or should i let you fuck on our friendâs porch?â hyejuâs voice cuts through the pleasant silence and takes both you and rei out of your shared wonderland. you laugh and start tugging rei towards her car while rei pouts, only mildly annoyed that your moment was cut short. and to nobodyâs surprise, rei was all over you in the backseat of hyejuâs car too! not even bothering to put her seatbelt on as she was just⊠hugging your waist and keeping you extra close to her. at this point, you decided to not ask any more questions and just allowed rei to do whatever she wants. once hyeju took a glance at her rearview mirror and got a glimpse of rei and her big eyes shooting arrows and hearts at you, she scoffed and turned the music up before pulling out of her parking spot.
soon enough, yujinâs house was a dot in the distance. rei was mumbling lovesick nonsense while you stared out the window, blankly watching as the car passed one house after another. rei had insisted hyeju to drive both of you to her house where the two of you would be alone. apparently her roommate was sleeping over at her boyfriendâs house and was gone for the night, it was perfect! about a few minutes into the ride, rei not-so-discreetly puts your hand on her thigh, giggling when you gave her a look since you knew exactly what she was doing. but she persists on acting innocent, even while she slowly drags your hand upward so it was closer to that treasure in between her thighs.
when you try to pull your hand away, rei suddenly holds it in place with an iron grip. you donât hear what she says over hyejuâs music, and your lack of response to whatever she just said only made her even braver. eventually, your hand was buried deep in between her thighs and rei was slowly grinding against it, letting out the softest moans while you struggled to remove yourself from her hold. it was a miracle that hyeju wasnât seeing any of this, and for rei that was a fucking blessing because all she wanted was to feel you touching her. to make matters worse, rei grabs a fistful of your top and closes the distance between the two of you, forcibly making you kiss and touch her at the same time.
you did not like this at all. before you left yujinâs house, you thought that perhaps rei was too drunk on her feelings and that was why she felt especially touchy⊠but this was different. you were too buzzed and exhausted to fight back, and being reminded that you mightâve set something off in her brain by kissing her in front of a crowd earlier made you think that perhaps you were responsible for reiâs behavior. maybe she thinks sheâs just making it even; you kissed and touched her while there were eyes on the two of you, itâs only fair if she does it too! still, you pull away from reiâs lips and place your hand on her shoulder to stop her from diving back in.
âstop. what is wrong with you?â
you definitely said that in a harsher tone than intended. rei looked both offended and hurt. she moves away from you, pushing your hand away and completely refusing to look at you. baffled, you stared at her in confusion. seriously, what the fuck did she drink that made her like this? you ought to question yujin about the alcohol she stores in her cabinets because any trace of your sweet angel naoi rei was nowhere to be found at the moment. and now the rest of the ride was awkward, with rei angrily looking out the window and you occasionally checking if she was finally going to say something to you so neither of you would go to sleep angry.
hyeju was blissfully unaware of all of this. she was nodding her head to her music and even answered a short call from chaewon, who asked her to pick up food she ordered from a mexican restaurant so she would have something to snack on for the night. you were worried that rei might ask hyeju to send you away to your own house. of course you would have refused since rei was in no condition to be walking around her home alone, but the idea that your girlfriend was mad at you to the point where she canât even stand to be with you for a night breaks your heart. what could you even do to cheer her up? give her what she wants? you didnât exactly have the energy for that⊠and after all the antics she pulled, you canât imagine getting into the mood now.
ugh. this was making your head hurt, as if the alcohol wasnât doing a good enough job of that.
âhome sweet hoââ
rei doesnât let hyeju finish and leaves the car without another word, stomping towards her front porch while fishing for her keys in her purse. hyeju turns her head at you, confused, and you sighed. âd-donât worry about it, hyeju. thanks for driving us. take care of the other girls, okay?â you left the car and followed after your girlfriend who was struggling to open the door.
âdo you need help?â you asked softly. rei scoffed, and it really hurt. she rarely gets angry at you. in fact, this might be the first time so frankly, you have no fucking idea how to handle it.Â
rei, without even sparing you a glance, finally hears the lock click open and grabs the doorknob, âno.â and then sheâs gone.Â
maybe the alcohol was making you a bit emotional for no reason, but you felt like crying right there. while you took off your shoes, you wondered just how you can resolve this with as little yelling as possible. a loud slamming of a door makes you flinchârei has now officially holed herself up in her room. shit, were you going to have to sleep on the couch? that would be a nightmare. you wouldnât want reiâs roommate to come home to a pitiful sight such as you.
rei sure did like making a spectacle when sheâs angry. you could hear her stomping around in her bedroom, you were both worried and scared. you wanted to help her just in case she was having a rough time walking around, being wasted and all, but what if she yells at you? what if you only make her even more angry? oh, please! surely she can be an adult about it! no matter how drunk she was!
right?
that was what you were counting on when you stood in front of her bedroom door with two mugs filled with fresh, cold water for the two of you. once it was quiet, you spoke. ârei? can i come in?â you didnât hear words, but at least she responded with a hum. you balanced the two mugs with one hand as best as you could while opening the doorâand there, on the edge of her bed, you saw your girlfriend sitting with the best glare she could muster. as cute as she looked, you held back on teasing her and instead, sat the two mugs down on the bedside table and sat beside her.
she wasnât looking at youâa bad sign, but still something you can work around. although you really didnât know what to do. because once again, rei has never gotten angry with you and people in general rarely get angry with you. as stingy as you sometimes can be, you truly hated confrontation, you hated yelling, and hurtful words thrown towards you cut deeper than any knife could. and rei should know that as your soft-spoken, gentle, and empathetic lover. but maybe she was too drunk to remember any of that since she was not at all budging.
but after a few minutes, rei does speak. in a tone youâve never heard before.Â
âi donât like the way you acted tonight, (y/n).â
normally, on a day where you werenât buzzed and already felt frustrated, you would try to understand where she was coming from but you were already short of patience. âm-me? what did i even do?â you tried to meet her eyes but she was adamant on avoiding yours.
âwow.â rei scoffs, feigning being entertained by your cluelessness.
âiâm serious. i donât know what i did to warrant your pettiness like thisââ
âreally? okay, letâs jog your memory a bit,â rei stands up and finally looks at you. you felt small underneath her displeased gaze. âyou kissed me, you touched me, in front of however many fucking people there was in yujinâs acidic ass living room but i canât kiss you and touch you when weâre alone with our one friend who wasnât even looking at us? donât you think thatâs a little unfair?â she puts a finger up every time she makes a point and if you didnât feel so hounded, you would have defended yourself!
but oh, god. rei rarely swears, and more rarely towards you! you felt the burning in the back of your eyes come before you could choke out the only words you can say at the moment. âiâm sorryâŠâ you felt so pathetic. and if you didnât break eye contact to blink away your tears and pretended to not feel so pressured, you would have seen how your girlfriendâs eyes shined with amusement.
âand whatâs your reason? you were drunk and got carried away? would you let my actions slide if i gave you that same excuse?â any answer you intended to blurt out gets stuck in your throat. not to mention that it was too hard to think properly when your heart hammered right against your ribcage with how awful you felt about getting yelled at by your normally sweet girlfriend. was that really how much you fucked up in that car?
âi didnât m-mean⊠to make you feel like this, rei-yah. i just didnât want to do that in front of hyeju, of all people.â was your defense even making any sense? you had no fucking idea.
âbut you would have loved to make a public porno with multiple pairs of eyes watching us. watching me. is that it?âÂ
your heart drops at her statement, âno! no, of course not! that wasnât going to go anywhere near that! i⊠iâm really sorryâŠâ okay, now you were looking too pitiful to be helped at all. your eyes were filled to the brim with tears you didnât even bother to pretend you didnât have this time, your lips quivered horribly, and your voice shook so much you might as well be uncontrollably sobbing on the floor. and then you finally couldnât hold your tears back and let them fall, along with your head due to the sheer embarrassment and shame that you felt.
but what would have been the alternative action to do in that car? discreetly fuck your girlfriend while being merely minutes away from your destination with your very-much-not-deaf-or-blind friend driving you there? but why is it that you felt like the outcome of that would have been so much better than this one? maybe rei wouldnât have been yelling at you then. hyeju would probably never look at either of you in the eye ever again but at least you and rei would probably be drunkenly giggling about it in the very same bed you were crying on rather than fighting.
your tears fell on the carpet underneath reiâs bed until you felt your eyes leaving the floor and meeting reiâs own once again. although this time, she seemed to be back to being the loving girlfriend you always knew. rei held your face in her hands and smiled softly at you, âi can forgive you⊠you can make it up to me, donât worry.â her feather-light touch patches up the metaphorical cuts her words have made on your skin and each time she runs her thumb across your cheek to wipe your tears away, the more the wounds heal.
rei places a kiss on the crown of your head, on your forehead, your nose, and she smiles at how your eyes flutter to a close as you wait for her lips. she pushes your hair back, and you willfully ignore how she traps your thigh in between her legs before putting your hands on her hips. you lean closer as youâve grown impatientâyou really did believe that a kiss can seal everything up so the two of you can go to sleep with good feelings.
you didnât have to wait for too long to get what you badly wanted at least; rei wraps her lips around yours, finally giving you the usual warmth you felt around her and getting rid of the coldness her anger struck within you. but even amidst the familiarity of it all, rei did new things that made butterflies flutter inside your stomach but also fill your head with uncertainty. she had a hand tightly wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you in place as her kisses grew deeper and hungrier. her other hand traced the hem of your cropped blouse, until she slid her fingers underneath and copped a feel of your breast.
despite feeling uneasy, you allowed rei to touch you. reiâs lips were nothing short of hypnotizing, and soon enough you were too lost in the kiss to even notice how she had unbuttoned her jeans, straddle your lap and started slowly guiding your hand downwards her crotch. she lips her tongue in between your lips as a means of distracting you even further, drinking in your moans and whines at the way she squeezes your breasts. your free hand cupped her ass, pulling her closer and even smiling at how cute her whimper sounded. rei leans into you and you slowly fall back on the bed; that was where you finally felt her wetness on your fingertips.
rei gasps as she grinds against your hand. she didnât seem to care that you were completely still, or that you had your eyes wide open. as wrong as it felt, you kept on watching her, figuring out if this was all truly just the alcoholâs influence or perhaps rei had chosen to act out on her own. you kept rewinding the day in your head in hopes of remembering if there was something that rei might have consumed that made her so⊠strange, but to no avail. you were with rei from the moment you and yujin picked her up from this very same house and drove back to yujinâs own, and every second that you were with rei she was no different than she usually was with you.
and so you were left with more questions than answers.
(who knows what you wouldâve done if you actually knew what happened from the jump? the night wouldâve ended very, very differently. anybody who toyed with your girlfriend was always on the receiving end of a nose-breaking, teeth-rattling, and brain-shattering punch in the face. but unfortunately, you will never know just what exactly occurred in that house.)
rei separates from your lips with a smack and slips out of her sweatshirt, still grinding on your hand while you try to ignore that needy buzz on your core because you really werenât in the mood for any of this. especially after what just occurred? no! you needed cuddles, a bad netflix movie, and some soft, light kisses! it frustrated you how rei couldnât see that, but then again how could she? even when you made little to no effort to move your hand that was trapped in between her legs, you still made her feel so good.Â
if anything, rei blames you for clouding her head with so many naughty thoughts. did you have to look so pretty today? did you have to wear that skirt, that blouse, and do your hair that way? she couldnât believe she didnât take the time to appreciate you way earlier before yujin turned off all the lights in her houseâbut at least she has you all for herself now. and she wasnât going to let you go anywhere else.
âr-rei⊠i donât think we should do this toniâmmnâŠâ your complaints were drowned by her deep kisses and a thrust of reiâs hips towards your hand and feeling her slick folds through the fabric of her panties unlocks something primal in you, and you started rubbing your fingers against reiâs wet, needy cunt, eliciting a muffled moan out of her. you put your free hand on her thigh, keeping her hips steady as you started pleasuring reiâs sensitive clit.
as soon as rei unclasped her bra and threw it elsewhere, she flipped your position so that you would finally be on top of her just like she always wanted. the two of slowly moved upwards towards the bed while still engaged in a tight liplock and your hands were starting to do everything that rei fucking wished for. you pulled her jeans off and then her panties quickly after. while you slowly trace her folds with your fingertips, rei slightly parts from your lips and sighs dreamily when you pressed your thumb against her throbbing clit.Â
âmhnn⊠you must be really sorry, huh, babyâŠ?â she asked. she took pride in the guilty look on your faceâshe might be wasted beyond saving but that was an expression of yours sheâll definitely remember for nights to come. âoh⊠ohh.. ahâgood girl⊠thatâs i-itâŠâ rei lays her head back on the pillows when she feels you inserting two fingers inside her cunt. pure bliss was what she felt when you started slowly pumping your fingers in and out of her pussy. her endless praises, gasps, and moans blessed your ears, driving your already-hazed mind into a new kind of frenzy, making you increase your pace.
reiâs hold around your neck tightens at the same time, âgoodâŠ! f-fuck⊠oh, fuckâŠ! youâre s-so good, babygirlâŠâ her moans only get louder when you tilt your head and start kissing down her perfect neck, leaving countless marks to bloom overnight. she claws at your shoulder when you wrap your warm mouth around her hard nipples while simultaneously adding another finger inside of her. âyes..! yes, yes⊠more, (y/n)-ahâŠ!â you whined at the sound of your name on her lipsârei always made it sound so fucking beautiful, especially during an intimate time such as this.
âkiss me, baby⊠i need yâhmnâŠâ she didnât have to ask you twice. rei cups your jaw, using her thumb to part your lips and slide her tongue inside your mouth. with her tongue expertly exploring every nook and cranny of your mouth, you failed to notice how she removes her hand from your jaw and snuck it underneath the pillow below her head, and she pulls something from under it. a pretty collar decorated with black bows just for you.
it wasnât until you heard a click when you finally opened your eyes and noticed that rei now has you on a leash. quite fucking literally.
you leaned back, abruptly stopping all of your movements as you stared at your sneering girlfriend with troubled, panicked eyes. âw-wha⊠what are you up to?â you donât get an answer to your question of course. all you got was a harsh tug on the leash and a painful kiss from rei. one that was full of harsh bites that made your lips bleed, but apparently rei quite liked that seeing as how she was so eager to lick it all up.
you, on the other hand, continued your work despite your stomach turning every time rei inflicted pain with either her lips or her other hand which was seemingly stuck on your arm, digging through your blouse and almost just barely grazing your skin underneath. reiâs walls clenched around your fingers, she starts rocking her hips upwards to meet your thrusts, eager to chase her high along with you.
reiâs voice fills your ears once again, âmmhn..! please, please, darling⊠make m-me cum.. oh, pleaseâŠ!â god, it was like a fucking dream seeing her like this. you were uneasyâhell, you can even say that this all scared you a bit but fuck, getting to watch your girlfriend come undone because of you was always a welcome sight. her hips stutter as she creams all over your fingers, and you watch while she does so. her warm cum stains your once-spotless hand but you were more than happy to clean it up yourself!
you pulled out your fingers as soon as rei was done, licking and sucking on them one by one. you werenât aware of it since your mind was a fucking mess but rei intently stared at you, confused as to how you looked fucked out when she was the one who just hit an orgasm so good she started babbling nonsense in her native language. and gosh⊠seeing your hair and makeup all messed up now, and your blouse all wrinkled and your skirt in disarray⊠rei just canât help but want more⊠so much more.
rei grabs yet another thing from under her pillows. this time, it was a strap. your favorite one to use on her actuallyâa shiny, hot pink one with the plastic cock being at least six and a half inches long. rei sits up and pulls on your leash, forcing you down towards her in a heated kiss. gosh, you canât believe her sex drive sometimes. and itâs probably not even because you donât satisfy her, rei just has that much stamina!
(or maybe you were just so damn good at fucking her that she canât get enough!)
still though, you return the kiss, going as far as to take off your blouse just to feel reiâs skin against yours. without detection, rei somehow managed to attach the strap to your hips before you could even think of rejecting her requests to put it on. you were too occupied with her lips. it didnât matter how many times you kissed her, you were never going to get sick of her kisses and the way she touches you during them⊠mostly when sheâs in her right mind, of course.
âweâre not done,â she whispers against your lips. then you felt yourself being forced to sit down, and her long nails pierce the skin of your thighs. you winced but you were quickly silenced by her lips again. you canât do anything with rei being in control like thisâyou were exhausted, still buzzed, and a bit disoriented from how warm the room has gotten. still, you feel rei unclasping your bra and discarding it elsewhere⊠and then her lips touch your skin. delicately and slowly, completely contradicting how she had a tight claw on your back. âyou⊠have a lot to make up for, baby.â rei gives you a bite on your shoulder, and you moan pathetically.
âhm. that was nice⊠do that again.â rei smiles against your skin. she was taunting you. you didnât even know rei would have a knack for humiliating you until tonight! you grab a fistful of her hair as soon as she caught your nipple with her mouthâthat was always one of your biggest weaknesses. and it was so embarrassing how much you were enjoying this now. both being pleasured and hearing rei talk down on you with her quiet, soft voice.
âyouâre so perfect, (y/n)âŠâ rei mumbles against your skin after a few minutes. she has made an art piece out of your chest. she always places her marks where no one dares to look. sure, she wouldnât exactly see them either but the sheer thought of a hickey being there because she put it there⊠well, you wouldnât think your girlfriend was as innocent and sweet if she had made you aware of how much it all turns her on in the daily.
eventually, her kisses reached all the way down to your stomach, and it was when she briefly looked up at you with hooded eyes that you figured out what she was going to do next. though it didnât stop you from getting so flustered that you whimpered for no reason. rei smiles, âthat excited, are you?â she traces your inner thigh with a single finger, making goosebumps appear all over your body. she reveled in how you slightly shook. even more so when she takes the tip of the strap in her mouth and you have to bite back a moan.
wow, you didnât even have a real dick and you were acting like this? you were so cuteârei didnât think it was possible for you to become even more adorable so far into your relationship⊠but alas!
you were unsure of what to do, truthfully, but at least you could watch rei give your plastic cock a hell of a blowjob for free. this was the one time you wish you could feel it. rei has always been good with her mouth, after all. from her kisses to the way she sucks and nibbles on your nipples⊠and of course, when she sits you down in front of you to give you a damn good head. but one thing she did like better than your voice and how quick she can fluster you is⊠well, like so: you bury both of your hands in her hair and tighten your grip only slightly, then you slowly take control of her pace.
because one way or the other, the dick has to be lubed up and what better way to do it than with her spit?
with your guidance, rei diligently works her mouth all the way to the base of the strap. it looked as if she wanted it to be real too, what with how many times she whispered in your ear about impregnating her in the many times you have used the toy on her before. maybe she was being serious, maybe she was just trying to rile you up; either way, she got what she wanted every time! as you slowly pull her head up and down your length, you meet her halfway with your thrusts, and of course it does something to reiâs brain every time you hit the back of her throat.
but you can only do this for so long before you lose control. you wanted to see rei fall apart underneath you, and you needed to hear her properly throughout it all. it seems like rei has had enough too anyway as she allows you to gently pull her mouth off your cock, smiling sweetly at you as if she didnât just put on such a show for you merely seconds ago. she even taunts you again, âwhat? did you miss my kissesâŠ?â she asked in a playful tone while she pulled you closer to her by the leash. your lips automatically connect with hers as you both fall on the bed with you on top.Â
you could tell with the way her kisses have gotten more desperate and how she has locked her legs around your waist that she was getting increasingly impatient. but being intoxicated has made rei feel just a tad bit more⊠adventurous tonight. perhaps doing something neither of you have tried before would be a nice and exciting end for the evening! why, rei has put you through such an emotional turmoil this entire night! she might as well boss you around more for the perfect ending. seeing as you eventually succumbed to her manipulation, maybe you were actually into it too. but she would have to ask that when sheâs in her right mind⊠if she remembers.
rei puts her hands on your chest and pushes you back enough to part your lips only slightly. no words were exchanged, only deep, heaving breaths and a smirk from rei before she takes a tight hold of your leash and turns herself around.
âr-reiâŠ?â you asked, completely baffled by the display. and the display being your girlfriend with her ass up and her face slightly turned towards you as she gave you a look. a look thatâs supposed to make you do something but you couldnât think straight because you couldnât actually believe she was suggesting doing this! with a hard tug, rei was able to get you to force yourself out of your reverie and to actually move. either you could sit there looking like a dumb virgin whoâs having sex for the first time and disappoint rei, or you could give her what she wants and what youâve always secretly fantasized about for a long time.
of course, youâd choose to be a good girl. youâd be crazy not to. especially when rei was waiting so cutely!
another impatient tug from your girlfriend, and you were inside her. she was loud. louder than you have ever heard her before. she was grabbing the sheets underneath, burying her face on the pillows just to shut herself up but the new sensation proved to be too much and too good. so, instead of fighting it, rei allows her voice to fill the room freely. you put your hands on her hips, guiding her towards your cock. perhaps making her work for the pleasure annoyed her, seeing as she pulled harshly on your leash to get you going.
âc-come⊠ahh..! fuck me, pleaseâŠâ the desperation in her voice makes you work harder, thrust faster. rei kept pulling you down until your chest was touching her back and you were grunting right against her ear. it was getting harder and harder to be aware of what was going on, what with your mind creating a bigger haze in your head the longer this all goes on. reiâs voice was the one thing that kept you wide awake and grounded, along with the feeling of your skin slapping against hers. the dampness eliciting yet another sound that rang in your ears and fueled your desire even more.
you snuck one hand across reiâs stomach, gliding downwards slowly until you were met with her slick folds once again. your fingertips brush against her clit slightly and she arches, now actively chasing after her orgasm. âmoreâŠ! more, babyâŠâ rei pushes back against you until the entire strap was finally all the way inside her ass. she lets out a sweet moan when you shift your focus to massaging her clit. with how much she was whining now, she must be close. you were dizzy, disoriented even, but you still did your best to please your girlfriend so you thrusted faster.
âr-rei-yah⊠cum for meâŠâ you managed to whisper against all odds. rei pulled you down again and you increased your pace once again, but it wasnât even hitting her weak spot that pushed her over the edge. not the tight grip you had on her hip, not the way you pleasured her clit⊠but a deep, comforting kiss on her shoulder. as soon as your lips connected with her skin, rei let go and it was beautiful. she lost her hold on your leash, grabbing the sheets instead like her life depended on it. you pulled out of her hole before she got any further ideas to take it to the next level and quickly took off the strap, collapsing on the space next to her.
it takes a while for rei to recover but you knew she did as soon as you felt her arms around your waist. you turned to face her and laughed upon seeing a lazy smile on her face, âletâs go to sleep now, okayâŠ?â you said, brushing her bangs away to place a kiss on her forehead. rei barely responded with a hum before snugging close to your chest and looping her leg around yours, too tired to even say âgood nightâ.
despite your best efforts, you werenât able to fall asleep as fast as your girlfriend did. you stared at her cute face for most of the night, still wondering if rei was really that drunk to turn into a completely different person. you knew that thinking about it would only give you a headache, especially after such an⊠eventful night. and so you held your girlfriend closer, leaving the problem to be dealt with at a later and much sober time.
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Choso x reader
NSFW fem!hot!reader // choso
pt. 2
warnings; dry humping, choso is bad at feelings, slightly clueless choso, dub-con? (everything is consensual, but choso doesn't completely understand everything), reader is hot, kinda long, premature ejaculation.
Note; it's been a while since I wrote this, and I've uploaded this once already, however I got restricted by the tumblr's anti-spam system:/
Enjoy!

It surprised you that you were not part of the incident in Shibuya, seeing as you were a special grade sorcerer, you'd have assumed they'd want to tag you along somehow.
They did not, and you ended up being one of the last to learn about Gojo's imprisonment. It came as a surprise, and a part of you almost started to worry about what was going on in Tokyo, so naturally you found yourself offering to help out, even going as far as to move back to help with Jujutsu high.
What you didn't expect, is for the higher ups to dump an ex-curse user on you with no explanation besides 'make sure he doesn't relapse or something'.
It baffled you how unprepared they were, but you weren't one to complain. Not when your new half-human half-curse roommate was so... cute?
When you were told to keep an eye on him, you weren't expecting this to be what you'd be dealing with. You'd expected some super scary, weird curse thing, but Choso was surprisingly chill.
Socially inept, sure, he definitely wasn't used to living in human society, and definitely the quiet type, but he was easy to get along with and for the most part followed along with what you did.
If anything he seemed lost. You didn't really question why he split from his curse friends, but it was pretty obvious that whatever it was must've been intense enough that he's willing to go along with all of this.
You chose not to dwell on it too much, instead shrugging at the fact you now have an indefinite companion and moving on to live life as you normally would. The higher ups didn't really inform you what they wanted you to do with him, and seeing as you had no new missions assigned to you, you found yourself left with quite a large amount of free time.
Which you chose to spend getting acquired with Tokyo once again, having been away for a while, you had somewhat forgotten how it was. How did you choose to do this? Shopping, bar hopping, markets, social events, that kinda thing.
Basically all the things you used to do back when you used to live there.
And who was your designated victim of these adventures? Your new friend of course!
You found it endlessly entertaining to drag him around and introduce him to things he's never experienced before, which he (surprisingly) seemed to find tolerable.
He never really argued with you. Want to go shopping? Ok. Let's go hit the club? Alright.
In a way, he almost found himself enjoying doing those things with you. It was certainly better than being completely alone, though there were still things he didn't understand.
Why did you need new things so often? The old ones hadn't broken, and the new black dress you got looks awfully similar to the one you wore last week. Why do you need new shoes? He could've sworn he's seen those exact heels in your apartment.
Clubs confuse him even more. Why would you want to surround yourself with drunk people and loud music? He can't even hear what you're saying, but it feels nice when you lean against him like that so he doesn't mind, and you look so good in your black dress, whichever one it is (he can't tell the difference), that he feels his cheeks heat up.
It's an unfamiliar sensation, but he brushes it off as nervousness (is that what it's called?) of being in an unfamiliar environment.
He doesn't really understand why everyone in the club is eyeing him like that, majority of the men at the club giving him weird looks, which he wants to ask you about the meaning of, but he's not sure how, simply ignoring it as he watches you effortlessly down another shot.
He tried one last time, it tasted gross and felt weird in his throat, leading him to question how you were drinking them without even making a face. Are all humans like this?
He doesn't really care enough to investigate, not minding just sitting as you have your fun, trying desperately to not appear rude as you try and tell him something that he literally can't even hear because of the music blasting in the background.
You do look really nice though, and he finds himself staring at you pretty often. Not just at clubs but in general, which you catch most of the time but don't bring attention to, finding it cute.
He doesn't even notice he does this, or understand why he shouldn't do it anyway. You're pretty, why shouldn't he look?
When you finally get a mission assigned, he tags along as your partner. There is another group on your mission, two of the guys give him strange looks (similar to the ones he got at the bar), and he tries to search for any form of explanation inside his mind, once again contemplating whether to ask you for an answer. You were good with people, he was sure you'd know.
He was about to ask but you seemed so involved in your discussion with one of the girls, that he decided against it, awkwardly hovering by your side waiting for you to finish, wondering why your laugh makes him feel all weird inside.
Once the mission was over, he wasn't surprised that you dragged him along with you to celebrate with your sorcerer friends.
The gathering itself went pretty normal, but a few things caught his attention. You got complimented a lot, which he hadn't really noticed before, both on your skills and your looks. His expression must've looked strange enough for one of the girls to chime in and say "what, don't tell me you weren't aware that you're partnered with like- the hottest female special grade sorcerer to date!" which earns her a laugh and a small nudge from you.
Choso spends the rest of the night thinking about that.
He'd never really thought of it that way, but now that it was mentioned to him, he couldn't help but agree that you were hot. And that was strange.
He was never really one to ogle women, having never felt the need to before, but now he found his gaze wandering more often. It's not even that anythings changed in his behaviour, he just started noticing it more.
It felt weird.
He didn't like the feeling.
It felt wrong noticing these things. The way dresses hug your waist, and shorts show off your ass, and the way the tank tops you wear around the apartment make your boobs look really good. He feels almost ashamed when he notices, but a part of him doesn't want to look away, urging him to admire you as he feels strange sensations pooling inside him.
He finds himself thinking about you a lot, whether you're around or not. Sometimes he'd think of you at night, not understanding why he felt all hot inside and sleep seemed to escape him on those nights.
As you got closer, he'd find that he liked being around you in general. Enjoying the tingly feeling he got whenever you leaned against him while watching movies on the couch, or the way you'd hold his wrist when guiding him through crowds in whatever route you'd deemed the 'fastest'.
Over time he started to speak more too. Not much more, he was still pretty non-talkative, but he'd talk now instead of simply nodding in reply.
You also found yourself growing to like him more. You thought he was pretty interesting to begin with, not only because of the whole half-curse thing, he just seemed pretty cool.
And he was adorable, can't forget about that.
I mean, what's better than a hot guy who's slightly clueless? It's definitely way better than the men who can't seem to keep it in their pants, wanting to slot it in at the mere sight of a pretty girl showing a bit of cleavage that's for sure.
And the thing is, he didn't even seem to realise he was hot.
Upon getting to know him, he was just as oblivious and awkward as he seemed. It was honestly so cute how he'd blush when he'd realise he was staring, and how he seemed so confused about what it was he was feeling, and how the way he felt seemed to be obvious to everyone but him.
It was clear as day that he liked you. There was no hiding it, though you'd wager he probably didn't even realise what that meant.
But you sure did.
So you'd make it a game, flirting with him constantly, getting more touchy than necessary, just to see how long it would take for him to question it. Except you knew he probably wouldn't.
Why would he? It's not like he can even put a name to what it is he's feeling. And he certainly can't tell what the stiffness in his pants is when you lean on him, hand drawing small objects on one of his thighs as your eyes are fixed on a movie.
He can feel it, he just can't name it.
Once again, he wants to ask you, but in this case it's him who stops himself from doing so. How is he supposed to ask about something like this? Wouldn't you find it weird? What even is this??
His thoughts are disrupted when you look up at him through your lashes, lips slightly glossy from the lipgloss you were wearing that day and the reflection of the light from the screen, hand still resting on his thigh as you ask if you can sit in his lap.
The request is strange to him, but he doesn't deny you, feeling a small pang of excitement when you bring it up.
When you shift into his lap, hips pressing down on his as he suppresses a gasp, back to his chest. He doesn't say anything about you blocking the screen, afterall, is the view of your back not better than a movie he doesn't even understand the plot of?
He remains silent as you make yourself comfortable in his lap, acutely aware of the way the tightness in his pants seems to intensify as you do so, the familiar feeling of heat pooling within him coming making itself present.
Almost on instinct, he spreads his legs slightly, causing your ass to press closer to the bulge in his pants, causing him to let out a small groan.
"you alright Choso? I can get off if you'd like"
Your words are said teasingly, though there is a hint of sincerity in them, you wouldn't want to make him uncomfortable afterall.
"no... it's fine. It just- feels weird"
"weird how?"
He contemplates for a second, hands resting idly on your hips as his thumbs mindlessly draw on the exposed skin above your waistband.
"it's like- all warm. hard to explain, it's just... strange. I've never felt this before" he pauses before adding, "it feels good though, you don't have to move"
You hum, shifting slightly closer to him, hearing the way he swallows behind you, the twitching in his pants not going unnoticed by you.
"are you getting worked up?"
"if that's what this is called"
His response is pretty blunt, not even trying to deny the effect you have on him as he blushes slightly, realising that you probably felt the commotion happening beneath you.
He was about to apologise before you interrupt him, leaning back against him, head resting on his shoulder.
"I can make it feel better if you want"
"please do"
His voice is soft, but it doesn't lack certainty. You honestly were expecting him to be a bit more flustered, but you weren't gonna complain about this.
You let out another hum, beginning to gently grind your hips against his hard on, relishing in the way his breathing stutters and soft noises start to make themself present.
"keep- keep doing that... it feels nice..."
You let out a small laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw, one of your hands moving to run through his slightly messy hair, earning you a small sigh that grows into a moan as you press down on his hips harder.
"ok ok~ I'll keep going~"
You purr, grinding your ass against him through his pants, not at all surprised when you feel him throb beneath you, hands gripping your sides tighter, pressing you against him a bit harder almost instinctively chasing after this very nice new feeling you're gracing him with.
You smile when you hear him hiss, breathing getting heavier as he get's closer.
"feels really- weird-"
He huffs out, head falling to rest on your shoulder, breathing getting more erratic as the rhythmic press of your hips against his becomes more and more insistent.
"good weird?"
"yes."
You nod, pressing your lips to the side of his head as his hips shift slightly under you, breathy moans turning into louder groans as he reaches his high.
It wasn't surprising that he finished pretty fast, seeing as he's never done this before, and you ease him through it. His hands move to wrap around your waist, holding you against him as he catches his breath.
"how was it Choso? better?"
He doesn't answer straight away, but after a few short moments he nods.
"can you... do that again?"
Now that surprises you, but who are you to deny?


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sky full of stars | ln4



summary: dj!lando always plays your song when youâre at the club.
word count: 3,615
warnings: drinking
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2021
You did not want to be in this club. You would need another pair of hands and feet to count off all the places youâd rather be, the very first one being asleep in your bed.
But here you were, not only in the club, but within a throng of people at varying levels of fucked up, jumping around and dancing to the song pounding through the speakers. Your comforts were twofold: the first was knowing that you could handle the two shots in your system, and the second was that your best friend was the designated driver tonight, so there was no way in hell she was going to leave without you.
Frankly, youâd been ready to leave an hour ago. In fact, youâd started saying the words, âI want to go homeâ when you caught a glimpse of the DJ in charge of tonightâs music. Granted, it was hard to really look at him considering the fact that the lights were low and you were on the other end of the club, but youâd seen just enough to know that he was attractive and any thought of leaving had gone right out the window. Not to mention the fact that he hadnât said anything when he started his set, so you didnât even know what his voice sounded like.
You needed a closer look.
So here you were, surprisingly enjoying yourself on the dance floor while you tried to check him out without being overly conspicuous. You were only able to make out a head of curly hair and the large hand that lifted a shot glass to his lips when your phone started ringing, the buzz in your pocket the only indication thanks to the blaring music. You squinted at the screen, thinking it might be your friend trying to find you, but the caller ID read âPotential Spam,â so your phone went right back into your pocket. You were on a mission.
When you looked up, you made direct eye contact with the man of the hourâ the DJ you found nothing short of infatuating. You were rather close to his setup, maybe ten people away, but you could feel his gaze on you as he picked up a microphone.
âThis next song is dedicated to the gorgeous woman Iâm looking at right now,â he announced to the whole room, sending a wink in your direction before getting to work on fading the current song into the new oneâ âA Sky Full of Starsâ by Coldplay.
You felt goosebumps rising on your arms as the first few notes filled the room, suddenly glad that you were here and not at home, asleep. The lights moved in tandem to the beat of the song, and you finally got a proper look at his face. Itâs then that you knew you were screwed, because if he wasnât the most attractive man youâd ever seen in your life, youâd be lying.
You barely had any time to pull yourself together before he was motioning for one of his friends to take over for him and stepping down from the booth into the crowd, making a beeline right for where you stood in the middle of it all.
âYouâre awfully bold,â you said when he was close enough to hear you, a bit taken aback by how quickly heâd closed the distance between the two of you. âWhat makes you think I like this song?â
He didnât answer at first, instead choosing to slowly run his hand down your arm until his fingers tangled with yours. âYou have goosebumps, and Iâd be shocked if you didnât like it. When I played it last time, you came up to me and tried to take the mic so you could sing it to everyone.â
Thatâs another reason why you never made a habit out of going to the club. Somehow, it always got to the point where you lost your mind a little bit and somehow managed to find new ways to make an idiot out of yourself. But tonight was differentâ you were managing your alcohol intake, and the hot DJ was calling you out on something youâd been too drunk to remember the next morning.
Your friends hadnât though; in fact, theyâd been gracious enough to provide video proof of them dragging you away from the DJ booth. Youâd never felt such shame as you did watching that back.
âDonât be embarrassed,â he said, his free hand tilting your chin up so he could look right at you as he spoke. âItâs how I noticed you in the first place. I havenât been able to take my eyes off of you since.â
At least one good thing came out of my foolishness, you thought to yourself as he took your other hand and put both of your arms around his neck. It made sense, anywayâ you definitely wouldâve remembered seeing him before had you been sober.
âIâm not a very good dancer,â you warned him as he began to sway to the music, taking you along with him as his hands went down to your hips.
âNeither am I,â he confided, lips close to your ear.
The chorus began, the songâs beat drop making the lights change from red to blue, and you decided that you would let this happen, even if it turned into another embarrassing memory. At least you would remember this time, and youâd never forget swaying back and forth with the handsome DJ as the rest of the crowd danced around you both.
2022
You were in the club again, and you couldnât imagine being anywhere else. Spending so much time with your favorite DJ, Lando Norris, will do that to you. After that first dance, he bought you a couple drinks and didnât go back to the DJ booth for the rest of the night due to you dragging him right back out into the crowd and dancing with him until your feet hurt too much to stand. Eventually, your best friend had found you and told you it was time to go, and in your tipsy state youâd kept your arms firmly around Lando, said something about âholding him hostage,â and vehemently refused to go anywhere. It wasnât until he gave you his number that you allowed your best friend to take you home.
He texted you right away when he woke up that morning, and the day after the two of you went on your first date. He surprised you by taking you to a rather high-end restaurant; youâd pegged him for a more low-key guy when it came to dates, despite the fact that heâd dedicated a song to you in front of a club full of people, and you were proved correct when you were on the phone with him later that night.
âI donât even like going out that much,â he confessed, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes. âI just thought you deserved something special for a first date so I didnât look like a loser.â
âYou could have just told me that,â you giggled. âThe dress code for our next date can be sweats.â
You still remembered the way his eyes lit up when you said âour next date.â That next date, a movie marathon at your apartment, had turned into countless dates, and you never went back to that restaurant.
Now, you were in the club where the two of you first met to celebrate your one year anniversary. Lando was wearing a white button up, and had just unbuttoned the top two buttons to reveal more of his tan skin and the gold chain around his neck. Youâd given him a look, and heâd complained that âitâs just so hot in here,â but the both of you knew he was just doing it to rile you up.
It was working.
Your hands gravitated to the newly exposed skin, palms running up along his shoulders and fingers dipping beneath his collar to gently scratch at his back. You could spend all night running your hands over his skin, and heâd be happy to let you do it. He leaned closer to you, nearly stepping on your toes as his arms looped around your waist.
âYou really werenât lying last year when you said you were a bad dancer.â You laughed at the affronted look on his face.
âI think Iâve gotten better, thank you very much.â He said, and promptly stepped directly on your foot. âShit, baby, Iâm sorry!â
You only laughed harder, pulling him into a kiss. You could feel the vibrations of his own laughter against your lips.
âWait right here,â he instructed, breaking the kiss. âIâve got something for you.â
He kissed your cheek and disappeared into the crowd.
The song playing began fading out, which caught your attention because it was in the middle of the chorus. You didnât need Landoâs DJ knowledge to know that it was a strange decision to fade a song out long before it was over.
âAttention, everyone. We had a special request tonight from a familiar face,â the DJ announced before passing the microphone to none other than your boyfriend.
âThis next song goes out to my beautiful girlfriend,â Lando said, pointing directly at you and causing your face to get hot when half the room looked in the direction of his finger. âHappy one year, baby. I love you.â
Your jaw dropped as the familiar opening notes of âA Sky Full of Starsâ started playing. Not just because of the song, but because of those three special words. I love you. Youâd only said it to each other a handful of times, and Lando had just said it to you in front of hundreds of people.
You met him in the middle of the floor, too impatient to wait until he got back to you.
âI love you, I love you so much!â You yelled over the music, kissing him again.
âOne year is just the beginning, yeah?â He asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide.
2023
You were wrapped up in Landoâs arms as you stood before his setup. In the past year, he had been promoted to be the main talent for the club and had three sets every weekend. He had insisted that the only gift he wanted from you for your two year anniversary was that you help him DJ his next set, and youâd obviously agreed. You got him a necklace anyway, but kept your promise so long as he promised to help you gain at least some skills beforehand so the audience wouldnât kick you out for being shit. After a week or so, you felt confident enough with the buffer of the knowledge youâd picked up over the past two years to be where you were nowâ fading one song into another almost seamlessly.
Lando would take his hands off of you for only seconds at a time to adjust something here or there and make the music flow as smoothly as possible. Otherwise, he was all over you for the whole club to see, and you were kind of obsessed with it. He was hardly paying attention to anything else; only moving on autopilot to fiddle with the knobs or whatever it was he was doing to make you look like an adequate DJ.
âDid I do okay?â You asked towards the end of the set, looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend who hadnât stopped smiling at you since you left the apartment and arrived at the club early to set up.
âAre you kidding? I think I might be out of a job after tonight,â he said, threading his fingers into your hair to pull you into a long kiss. âAt least I would be, if I didnât have this party trick under my sleeve.â
Slightly dazed from the passion of his kiss, you let him lean around you and queue up a song that wasnât originally in the mix for that eveningâs set.
At this point, you should have expected it, and maybe you did a little bit, but that didnât stop the tears from pricking your eyes and the goosebumps rising on your arms when âA Sky Full of Starsâ began, sending the crowd into a chorus of cheers.
âIt works every time,â he said cheekily, reaching up to wipe away the tears that had escaped.
âYou are unbelievable.â It was meant to be said in jest, but you were just so filled with love and adoration for him that it sounded like a compliment.
âDance to our song with me,â he said, spinning you and tugging you forward so you bumped right into his chest.
âHere?â You looked behind you, at the set up, at the hundreds of people, and he took your chin in his hand and turned your face back to him.
âHere. Now. I want them all to see how much I love you.â He said it so sweetly that, in that moment, you were willing to give him just about whatever he wanted.
He started singing the song to you, ââCause in a sky, âcause in a sky full of stars, I think I saw you,â and it felt like you were the only two people in the room when the beat dropped and you kissed him with everything you had, letting him sway you back and forth and spin you around one too many times just to see his smile and hear his giddy laugh.
2024
Youâre surprised when Lando tells you that heâs made different plans for your three year anniversary. The club has become a second home of some sorts; youâre there more often than not to watch his sets, and youâve always gone there for your anniversaries. Not just the years, but the six month, year and a half, and two and a half year anniversaries as well. Thus, the sudden deviation from tradition raises a few alarm bells in your head. If anything, youâd expect a change for your four years next year since 4 is your boyfriendâs lucky number.
You donât have time to dwell on it that much. You have to be out the door in ten minutes, and you still have to finish applying your lipstick, not to mention strap yourself into the sparkling silver heels Lando had gotten you for Christmas.
âAlmost ready, baby?â He asks, peeking into the bathroom and watching as you add one last swipe of lipstick.
âYup! Just need myââ youâre cut off when he holds up the heels. ââshoes. Thanks, Lan.â
âHere, sit. Iâll put them on for you.â He gestures to the edge of the tub.
You take him up on his offer happily, and your heart jumps up into your throat when he stares right into your eyes and slowly gets down on one knee before you.
Youâd overheard him talking about possibly proposing to you with your parents over the holiday break, and you hadnât been stealthy about it at all, so he knows that you heard. Since then, heâs made a game out of getting on one knee in front of you every now and then. He already did it once this morning when he woke you up only to tell you that he made you breakfast. You know heâs joking, but now that youâre celebrating a significant milestone in your relationship you canât help but have a slight inkling that his joking around is less of a joke and more of a hint.
So when he holds your gaze long enough to make you start thinking that it might actually happen before going about putting your shoes on, youâre not at all fazed and ruffle his hair.
âHey! Easy, I spent a lot of time making my hair look good for you.â He yelps, jumping up to look in the mirror and patting it down meticulously.
âI like it when itâs messy,â you reply, giving him a look that you know drives him crazy.
âYou canât say that and look at me that way when weâre trying to leave the house, babe.â He whines.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â You make sure the straps on your heels are tight enough before you stand up, pleased that your retaliation to his down-on-one-knee joke worked better than you thought it would. âCome on, I donât want to be late!â
He wastes no time in getting his payback for your antics when you arrive at the restaurant he took you to for your very first date. He opens the car door for you, and takes your hand to help you step out. The moment youâre on the sidewalk and the door is closed behind you, he gets down on one knee again, making a point to look at you the entire time. Your heart jumps again. Certainly he wouldnât do it on the sidewalk? Or maybe he would, to add to the element of surprise?
He doesnât. He simply ties his shoelace, the picture of innocence all the while.
âShall we?â He says as he straightens up, offering his arm with a smile.
You retain your own picture of innocence, wrapping your hand around his bicep. âWe shall.â
Seeing that he had booked the private dining room has more alarm bells going off in your head, not to mention the fact that you thought youâd never see the inside of this restaurant again. Regardless, you were actually kind of happy to be somewhere quieter to celebrate your anniversary, as much as youâve fallen in love with being at the club.
Lando clears his throat loudly towards the end of your meal as the waiter pours two glasses of champagne. âThree years,â he begins, sounding somewhat awestruck.
You nod in agreement. âThree years. Sick of me yet?â
âI donât think thatâs possible.â He passes you a glass, and you clink them together before you each take a sip. âActually, Iâd really love to just spend my entire life with you.â
Now heâs not even trying to hide it, so you laugh a little bit. âThatâs sweet, Lan.â
âIâm serious,â he pouts, and you try to contain yourself, painting a serious expression on your face and nodding as you press your lips together. âFine, I admit it. I went a little too far with the joke.â
âWhich time? Are we talking about just today or the past few weeks?â You ask pointedly, taking another sip of your champagne.
âOkay, a lot too far.â He huffs, getting out of his chair and pushing it in before walking to your side of the table. âI want to make up for it right now though, if thatâs alright with you.â
âOh my God. Youâre actually serious?â You ask, feeling your insides beginning to shake a little with giddiness as he gets down on one knee before you for the fourth time today.
âI have never been more serious about anything in my life.â He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a small box.
It looks a bit different than ring boxes normally look, and the moment he opens it you understand why. The notes of âA Sky Full of Starsâ emit from within the box where the ring sits, the dazzling diamond sparkling when it catches the light.
âFuckâs sake, Lando, I wouldnât have spent so much time on my makeup if I knew you were gonna do this,â you sniffle, putting a hand over your mouth.
âIâll keep it short because I donât want to cry too much and ruin it,â he promises, taking your free hand in his own, the other holding the box out to you. âIâve never been happier to be borderline assaulted by a drunk girl in the middle of a set, because if that never happened I donât know if we wouldâve met.â
You start laughing hysterically, tears most definitely ruining your makeup, and he laughs through his own tears.
âI just love you so much, every little thing about you. It would take me eternity to tell you how much I love you, and that wouldnât even be enough time with you. So, thatâs why I want to ask you to be with me beyond eternity and do me the honor of being my wife.â He says your name like heâs saying it for the first time, taking his time to savor the way it rolls off his tongue. âWill you marry me?â
âYes,â you nod. âYes, yes, yes.â
Hand shaking, he slips the ring onto your finger. The moment itâs in place, he puts his other knee down and pulls you into the tightest hug as the song continues playing from the box.
âI love you,â you whisper in his ear, feeling his shoulders shake slightly as he cries. âBut did you have to give me a heart attack so many times today?â
He laughs, pulling away and grabbing a napkin to gently wipe your eyes. âFourâs my lucky number, I had to do it three other times today to make sure I got it right.â
The song comes to an end, and you pick up the box, observing the intricate design and the engraving on the outsideâ You get lighter the more it gets dark. Iâm going to give you my heart. Forever.
âYou know this has to be the song we dance to for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Norris, right?â You say to him, leaning in and kissing the tears off of his cheeks.
âWay ahead of you, baby. I already started making our playlist; itâs the first song on there.â
note: the fact that iâm posting this after lando confirmed he âretiredâ from dj-ing⊠call this my long-winded eulogy. special thanks to coldplay for making a song that inspired a whole story!
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hello, can I ask you to write a mini story about Heeseung, where he teaches Y/n how to kiss đđ»
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ê© bestfriend!heeseung x gn!reader
ê© best friends to lovers (?), first kisses
ê© during a game of truth or dare you admit to all your friends for the first time that you've never been kissed and that you're frankly scared you'll mess up once the situation presents itself. Heeseung sees a perfect opportinity to help you out with that.
or: Heeseung teaches his best friend how to kiss and both of you get a bit lost in it
wc: 5.1k (this has gotten a bit longer than I intended to but honestly I just went with the flow and here we are.)
warnings: consumption of alcohol
a/n: thank you for the request, anon! btw requests are open if you'd like me to write something specific, I can't promise you anything on how quickly I'll get it done or if it's something I'm up to writing but like the link is in my bio :)
I hope you like this, anon!

Thereâs a few things none of your college friends knew about you. Despite knowing most of them for over three years now, some things just never came up naturally in conversation. Like the fact that youâve not had your first kiss yet.
Why make a big deal out of it? Youâve also never been in love before. You didnât feel the urge to inform everyone about these things, especially since most of your friends have a rather active dating life. You wanted to do these things at your own pace and didnât want anyone involved in how you could âsolve that problemâ. You simply never intended on telling them. That is until last weekend happened and somehow your roommates were able to convince you to participate in a game of truth or dare.
It was a Thursday night and your roommate told you that they were having a few friends over for a cozy hang out and you were definitely down to chill with them because the both of you were friends with similar people and got along great in general, so having a few drinks with your friends in your dorm room seemed like a nice way to spend the evening.
And everything went smoothly enough, people were trickling in and out, the overall vibe very casual and comfortable. That is however until your friend Sofia suggested a game of truth or dare. To be fair, the overall intake of alcohol increased as the evening was progressing. It was almost inevitable that a suggestion like that would arouse sooner or later.
Before you even properly thought about it, you agreed to play and sat down in a circle with around five other tipsy college students.
Only later on did your brain register that Heeseung was one of the few chosen ones. For a split second you even wondered when he had arrived, but then you remembered that he greeted you with a friendly embrace when he first arrived about half an hour ago.
Technically, there was nothing wrong with him participating in the same game, the both of you were friends after all.
You met Heeseung pretty much the first day college started, you were both in stats together and happened to be sitting next to each other on the first day and itâs been like that ever since. However, you guys didnât hit it off right away, you were friendly with each other, sure, but that mostly also out of convenience and occasionally you shared your notes with each other or he was making sure you didnât fall asleep in class. It was all really casual and you would have considered him more like a colleague than a friend.
That was the case until one particular night that was destined to shape the kind of friendship the two of you would have with each other forever.
It was one of your first frat parties, the first semester was about to end and freshmen with various kinds of majors gathered to celebrate this collective milestone. Safe to say the liquor was being poured without much hesitation.
It wasnât the first time youâve run into Heeseung at a frat party either. Usually youâd shoot each other the occasional nod, acknowledging the otherâs presence and moving on with your night and thatâs all there was to it.
However, fate had other plans for this particular night.
At one point you excused yourself from the dance floor and went out the back door into the small garden to catch some fresh air, to your surprise not many people were out there, just you and a small group of three people maybe, who seemed to be passing around a blunt.
It took you a second glance to not only see your roommate but also Heeseung being part of that group, your roommate immediately greeting you enthusiastically upon locking eyes with you and beckoning for you to sit with them.
Shortly after you were sitting on your ass, your roommate's arm interlocked with yours, being pulled into the conversation easily.
Heeseung sent a brief smile of acknowledgement your way, before taking a hit from the joint. You returned his smile and also greeted the fourth person sitting with you who was eventually introduced as Heeseungâs friend Jake.
The joint was being passed around and eventually landed in your hand as well and afterwards the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly. You joked and laughed along to whatever your company was saying but were also emerged in the more heated discussions.
At one point you were so deep into the conversation with Jake that you didnât even realize your roommate getting up and going back inside and like ten minutes later, Jakes excused himself to the bathroom and didnât seem to return anymore.
Which only left Heeseung and you.
Now, youâd be lying if youâd say being in such close proximity with a cute guy like Heeseung, all by yourselves in this somewhat intimate setting left you completely unaffected. You could feel yourself growing slightly flustered at nothing in particular, but you eventually catched yourself when Heeseung asked.
âSo, whatâs your favorite dinosaur?â
You fell into comfortable conversation after that and the longer the night went on, the more intense the topics got.
Whenever you think back to that one particular part of the evening it kinda feels like Heeseung and you were the only two things existing at the moment. Your brain didnât register the people stepping in and out of the garden as the hours passed by.Â
It was well past 3am when you checked your phone for the time since sitting down. You told Heeseung and he was just as shocked as you were at how quickly the time had passed, almost apologizing for taking up so much of your time, but you assured him you were enjoying yourself.
âIt has been a while since I sat down like that and was able to talk to someone for hours about whatever popped into my head.â You admitted to him and he seemed satisfied with that judging by the smile that graced his lips.
âMe too.â
And you could swear by the way his eyes shimmered in that moment that there was something â whatever that may have been â between the both of you. Or maybe it was just the weed.
Regardless of what you guys shared was something different than what you thought it might have been, you grew close very quickly after that evening. Heeseung started to joke around with you in class, you eventually asked him for his number and social media, he started sending you memes occasionally, you started to hang out outside of class in your little friend group.
At one point you were convinced he was actively seeking you out at parties, because ever since that evening, you always bumped into each other sooner or later during the night.
And whatever there might have been that one evening, nothing came of it. However, it almost seemed like you grew closer to Heeseung than all your other friends. People in your friend group would casually call you best friends and the more time passed the more that statement became true.
All occurrences in the past have led you to playing truth or dare on a Thursday night on the floor of your dorm room with each other. And usually that wouldnât be an issue. Heeseung and you have progressed to a stage in your friendship where you knew almost everything about each other; almost.
You could feel the alcohol running in your system and were sincerely hoping you wouldnât say something that youâd eventually regret. You just crossed your fingers and hoped for the best.
For the most part the game did run smoothly, it was fun and you had a good time, the only dare you had to do was show them your most embarrassing dance move.
That is until your roommate asked you truth or dare.
âTruthâ you chose this time
âWhat was your first kiss like and who was it with?â
The question in and of itself was harmless, it matched the vibe of the very easy going game they had going on, Nonetheless, you felt put on the spot and before you could stop yourself â because you canât pull off a lie for the life of you â you blurt out that youâve never been kissed.
None of your friends seemed super unfazed by this seeing how youâve not dated one person since you started college but Sofiaâs eyes grew double in size.
âNot even a peck on the lips or something?â she questioned a bit bewildered.
You just shook your head, seeing from the corner of your eye how your roommate gave Sofia a light nudge at even asking such a question.
You couldnât help but risk a short glance at Heeseung and were almost a bit startled when his eyes met yours instantly. He sent you a soft smile upon locking eyes with you. Was that pity you saw in his eyes? Your stomach turned itself upside down.
You really wish you could say it didnât bother you at all, that at the age of 21 youâve never kissed someone before. You didnât want it to be a big deal, it really shouldnât be a big deal.
But you couldnât help but think that you lacked something or were one step behind everyone. It felt like missing out on an experience that usually people have in their late teens and early twenties.
You donât know why it hasnât happened for you yet. Itâs not even that you want it to be with someone really special, the moment has simply never presented itself before and you usually take this for what it is, but right now â Heeseungâs expression burned into your skull â you suddenly feel a bit small.
âItâs not just thatâ you eventually start to break the silence, not yet realizing that you were about to make this so much worse, âitâs also the fact that even if Iâd want to kiss someone, I wouldnât know how.â
It took your drunken mind a hot minute to catch up with what you just said. Something within you simply wanted to fill the silence but the fact that your filter was basically non-existent due to your tipsy state was not taken into consideration the moment you opened your mouth.
You mentally slapped yourself across the face, this time not having the courage to even glance into Heeseungâs direction.
âItâs not that hard, I can show you!â Your roommate offered enthusiastically, intentions pure.
Your face flushed at the suggestion and you cringed a bit, more out of embarrassment that you ended up in this situation in the first place than by the proposal itself.
âIâll let you know if I ever want to take you up on that suggestion.â You reply as nonchalantly as you can muster.
Itâs not like the thought of asking a friend how to properly kiss has occurred to you before, but you could never quite bring yourself to get the request past your lips.
Your friends laugh at your response and easily move on with the conversation, taking the attention off of you. And that was that. Or at least thatâs what you thoughtâŠ
Two weeks later you enter the lecture hall and already spot Heeseung sitting in his usual spot and just like on autopilot you placed yourself next to him and the both of you exchanged greetings, just like you usually would. Youâd also catch up about your weekends and shortly after the lecture started, taking up both of your attention.
It wasnât until halfway through the lecture that Heeseung poked your shoulder, extending his notebook to you, clearly wanting to show you something.
With blue ink he has written on the page:
âYou want me to teach you?â
Your eyebrows furrow, confused at what he meant.
You write down below him:
âTeach me what?â Confusion clear on your face as you watch him write something else.
âHow to kissâ
You choked on your own spit.
Heeseung chuckled next to you. You could smack him across the head right now and you made a mental note to do just that once class is over.
Once you collected yourself, you took the pen from Heeseung and wrote three question marks under his proposal.
Why would he offer to teach you in the first place and out of all the places to suggest this to you he chose the middle of your lecture? Why?
He grinned at your question marks and if you didnât know him any better you thought he was making fun of you. Had any other person done this to you, youâd probably actually have been hurt but first of all you still didnât know if he was serious and second of all it was Heeseung. You knew him well enough to know heâd never use such a situation to make fun of you.
At that moment the professor seemed to notice your lack of attention and decided to ask you a question directly, returning your attention to the lecture where it stayed until you were dismissed.
The topic didnât arise again between Heeseung and you even though the whole scenario didnât seem to be able to leave your mind. At lunch you stared at Heesung making conversation with Jake over something you did not pay attention to, trying to figure him out.
In your head the puzzle pieces were just not fitting. Why would he suggest that all of a sudden? And why was it so hard for you to find an answer to his questionâŠ
After the whole frat party thing where you originally became friends, you had developed a small crush on Heeseung that gradually developed as time went by. Itâs just after some time had passed and neither of you made any advances towards the other you eventually abandoned the idea of getting with Heeseung and were left with two options, getting over your crush or having to live with your unrequited feelings.
You chose the first option. It took you quite some time but you managed to accept the fact that Heeseung was simply a really good friend and your feelings faded as seasons changed.
Youâd be lying saying they ever went away completely. Thereâs no reason denying that Heeseung was painfully your type and that no matter how hard you tried to tell yourself that you didnât like him like that anymore, you were attracted to him.
So, saying his suggestion to teach you how to kiss took you by surprise was the understatement of the century.
He probably just tried to be a good friend, right? Your roommate had suggested to teach you as well back then and there were no other intentions behind that, you were certain of that. So, why are you questioning Heeseung so much?
The topic didnât come up again until one day you were hanging out in your dorm room. Just your roommate, Heeseung and yourself. It was often like that, sometimes Jake was also around but today it was just the three of you, that is at least until your roommate told you that they were heading out for dinner at around six and didnât know when theyâd be back.
Once they left, it was just Heeseung and you left.
Ever since he made his suggestion in class, you dreaded being alone with him, because you didnât know if the topic would come up again or if you even wanted it to.
Heeseung was lying on your bed, his feet resting on your lap, while you were sitting at the end of the bed, back resting against the wall. Heeseung was scrolling through his phone when you decided to address the elephant in the room, because you figured if he wasnât the one to bring it up, why shouldnât you?
âWere you serious?â you simply said, not in any particular tone, just wanting to clear the haze in your head.
âDo you mean about the kissing thing?â He said without looking away from his face. The fact that he instantly knew what you were talking about indicated enough that he was aware itâs been eating at you.
You nod.
He locked his phone and threw it to the side, moving to sit up and also lean his back against the wall so that he can face you.
âI was and I still am.â He said, no trace of irony to be found.
âWhy?â You couldnât help but ask.
He shrugged his shoulders, âIt seemed like it bothered you that day. You know, when you told everyone how youâre scared youâd mess up if it comes down to the real thing?â
He teased at you being so open due to liquid courage, a small smile forming on his face as you rolled your eyes at him.
âI was put on the spot and that was the only thing my brain provided at the moment to fill the silence.â You whine more frustrated with yourself than anyone else.
âSo, youâre not worried about that?â He asked in return.
It was silent for a moment as you contemplated his question. You could easily dig yourself a way out of this by denying it, convincing him it was mainly the liquor talking. But you and Heeseung were never really the type to lie to each other.
âI amâ you eventually admit, not meeting his eyes âI donât know⊠Itâs a bit silly but like I donât know anyone my age who hasnât been kissed before and I feel like itâs gonna be really awkward if the situation arises and I chicken out because I have no idea how to actually kiss someone.â
Heeseung listened to you and took your words in before answering.
âBut you know, most first kisses are kinda awkward, I think.â
âWas your first kiss weird at all?â You asked him.
âYeah, very.â He chuckled, sitting up more on the bed, âit was kinda too much of everything, too much teeth, too much spit, just entirely too much.â
He shuddered a bit, recollecting his first kiss.
âSee? And Iâd have no idea about any of that.â You said almost a bit frustrated.
âThen let me show you.â He insisted, your eyes meeting.
The way he says it so casually makes you want to rip your hair out.
âItâs just a kiss, right? And itâs me! You donât have to be embarrassed with me.â He said, eyebrows slightly raised, trying to ease your mind.
You look at him. He looks cozy in his oversized sweatshirt, his body language his usual relaxed self. It was still a bit fascinating how he could take this all so lightly but then again, it really was just a kiss for him.
And you know you shouldnât. You shouldnât kiss Heeseung. In fact, your head is screaming at you not to kiss him, because the risk of buried feelings resurfacing is simply too big. But youâd also be lying to yourself if youâd say you werenât curious what his lips would feel like against yours and it were thoughts like this thatâd mean certain doom for you sooner or later.
At your silence Heeseung added âLook, thereâs really no pressure at all. I just thought maybe youâd like to know a few things that will help ease your mind, but of course you donât have to do anything you donât want to.â
And of course he would say that. Of course heâd go out of his way to reassure you that youâre safe with him and that he respected your choice no matter what. Maybe sharing your first kiss with Heeseung wasnât that bad of an idea after all. At least like that you could make sure itâs someone who respects you and your boundaries, someone who makes sure you feel safe and comfortable no matter what.
Maybe you could allow yourself this. Maybe having this as the memory of your first kiss wasnât too bad.
âLike, right now?â You asked, which seemed to surprise Heeseung a little. He must have been convinced youâd turn him down.
âI mean, whenever is fine.â He responded suddenly you could see his cool demeanor crack, spotting a few hints of nervousness behind the cracks.
âI think, Iâd be down.â You eventually say after contemplating for another minute.
âReally?â Heeseungâs eyebrows were almost at his hairline.
âLee Heeseung, if you tell me right now that all of this has been a sick joke of yours after all, Iâm ending this friendship right now.â
Panic flashed in his eyes.
âNo! No, of course not. I was being serious. I just didnât thinkâŠ. I didnât think youâd agree.â he admitted.
âSo, how does this work?â you ask, not knowing where to even start.
âOh, so you really want to do it right now, I see.â Heeseung mumbled more to himself than anyone in particular.
He scooted slightly closer to you.
âWell, first we gotta get closer.â He moves to sit next to you on the bed, shoulders touching.
You watch him, fascinated at how quickly his shyness has been replaced by his cool, nonchalant demeanours once again.
Heeseung and you have cuddled on more than one occasion before, but this feels different, youâre hyper aware of the place where his shoulder is bumping into yours and your tights are touching. This close, you could smell his cologne and shampoo.
âItâs not that complicated reallyâ he starts explaining.
âIf you want to just have a small, simple kiss. Weâd both tilt our heads slightly as we get closer. Let me show you.â
He turns towards you, his eyes meeting yours. And you could swear there it was again. That shimmer from the first night the both of you actually talked to each other. You push that thought to the back of your head, the indications behind that too overwhelming for whatâs about to happen right now.
His hand hovers above your cheek and you nod, allowing him to gently grab you by the jaw and tilt your head into one direction. The distance between his and your face shrinks as he does so, the pace of your heartbeat picking up in the process.
You could feel his breath against your lips as he spoke again.
âThis is usually the point most people close their eyes and then you just⊠kiss.â
You close your eyes and a moment later you felt the sensation of Heeseungâs lips softly pressing against yours. All thoughts seem to leave your head the instant your lips touched, your heart basically beating out of your chest. It took you a moment to actually process the sensation and just as you were about to lose yourself in the feeling, Heeseung pulled back slightly.
âYou know, this is the part where you kiss me back.â He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and maybe it was all in your head but you could swear his voice sounded different then just a second ago; a bit deeper, maybe even a bit flustered.
âMy badâ you said, making Heeseung throw his head back with laughter, making you giggle as well.
It eases your anxiety a bit that even in stations like this, you were able to just laugh with him and easing the tension so easily.
âNo worriesâ he laughed âWanna try again?â
Again?
What did he mean again? Wasnât that it?
Despite yourself, you nod.
âOkay, this time make sure to reciprocate the pressure I put against your lips, got it?â
âGot itâ you kept your replies fairly short, afraid your voice would fail you otherwise.
Before you knew it, Heeseung was leaning in again.
âReady?â
âReady.â
You close your eyes and soon after you feel the now familiar pressure of his lips again, this time making sure to kiss him back. Without thinking about it, your hand found its way onto Heeseungâs neck, where your fingers absentmindedly played with hair as you were kissing him.
This kiss lasted longer than the first one, you could feel Heeseung moving against you and followed his lead. It was easier to flow into the rhythm than youâd have thought, his lips soft and gentle against yours.
You were starting to feel lightheaded as he pulled away again and you had to resist the urge to chase after his lips.
âThat was pretty goodâ he said, slightly out of breath, his pupils slightly dilated, his gaze fixed on your lips before he looked up at you.
âAlso the thing you did with your hand, it seems like youâre a natural.â He chucked.
Thatâs when you saw your hand still resting against his neck, you instantly pulled it away once your brain caught up to what he was saying.
âOh, I didnât even realizeâŠâ
For a second there was a silence between the both of you; a silence that wasnât quiet at all. You couldnât seem to take your eyes off of him and neither could he. You could probably cut the tension with a knife.
âAnd what if⊠what if Iâd want it to get more intense, you know?â
Heeseungâs eyebrows shot up.
âMore intense?â He said, knowing very well what you were implying.
âI get how just kissing someone on the lips like that might not be that hard but what ifâ what if it goes further?â
Heeseung cleared his throat at your words and sat up straighter.
âYou mean, if you would want to deepen the kiss?â He inquired.
You just nod, looking up at him, not failing to notice the light blush thatâs starting to form on his cheeks, matching your own flusteredness.
âYou want me to show you as well?â
You nod. Something about how his lips feel against yours was addictive, making you throw all your previous reservations out of the window.
âItâs kinda hard to explain though. Iâd just have to show you?â He said, a bit unsure.
âThatâs okay.â
âOkay so, basically you start with a kiss just like we shared before. Youâll just have to let me lead, okay?â
Something about the way he said that sent a shiver down your spine, words refusing to leave your mouth so you just nod.
Soon enough, his lips were on yours again and even though you were only separated for a few minutes, you already started to miss the sensation and the tingle it made you feel in your stomach and chest. Naturally, your hand found its way back into his hair.
Suddenly, you felt his tongue brush against your bottom lip and your heart took a leap. Instinctively, you opened your mouth for him. A few moments pass and he starts licking gently into your mouth.
You actively have to suppress sounds that were starting to build in the back of your throat at the sensation.
You could also feel one of his hands pressing against your waist while the other one was busy cupping your cheek.
Without much thinking you pressed forward, wanting to match his eagerness, which led to your teeth clinking against each other to which Heeseung pulled back slightly, chuckling.
âTake it slow, yeah?â He said, his face still incredibly close to yours.
As you nod at his remark he dives back in, taking you by surprise a bit. You were welcoming the touch of lips nonetheless.
This time you tried to dial down your eagerness and gently let his tongue guide yours, your insides turning into mush in the process.
Without thinking you slightly pulled at his hair, making him hum against your lips.Â
He must like that? you think to yourself.Â
Your stomach did a 360 at the thought of stirring him on further.
At this point your tongues were dancing with each other gently, no trance of any kind of hesitation left, the feeling leaving your head dizzy and your heart fluttering.
The way Heeseung kept pulling you in by your jaw and how his grip on your hip was getting tighter.
âIâve wanted to do this for a really long time.â He suddenly blurts out in between kisses and if you wouldnât be so lost in the feeling of his lips on yours youâd stop to question his statement, but right now your heart simply leaped in your chest.
Overcome by a sudden wave of braveness, you swung one of your legs across his lap, straddling him. Heeseung looked at you starstruck, his hands instantly finding their way to your hips caressing them.
You took the time to look at him for a moment, his pupils were practically blown out and he looked so pretty with kiss swollen lips, glistering with both of your spit.
This was the first time you initiated the kiss, he easily reciprocated.
The kisses were sometimes still a bit sloppy but neither you nor Heeseung seemed to care, too lost in the feeling of each otherâs bodies pressed against each other.
His hands were traveling up your sides and down your tights again and you were drowning in this feeling, of his hands touching you; exploring you. Soon enough, him trying to teach you how to kiss turned into a full on make out session.
That was until your roommate burst into the room without any announcement, making you jump off of Heeseung in an instant, cursing your body for immediately missing his closeness.
You both looked guilty and flustered as your roommate looked the both of you up and down.
âMy bad, Iâm just here to grab my charger. Continue with what youâve been doing. It was only a matter of time until this happened anyway.â
They said and were gone as quickly as they had arrived.
You and Heeseung looked at each other for a second. Both of you burst into laughter shortly after.
âI think at some point we should really have a conversation about what exactly this is between us.â He gestured between the both of you after recovering from the sudden interruption.
And you were glad he brought it up because you think your heart would have been shattered into a hundred pieces if this didnât have the same effect on him as it had on you; making your stomach flutter, turning your insides into mush, craving more.
âBetter sooner than later, right?â you smile at him, hope filling your heart.

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