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tetsvya · 8 months ago

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clueless, kuroo tetsuro

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ kuroo tetsuro has a thing for girls with long hair. so what if you're a girl with long hair? that doesn’t mean anything!

➼ pairing! kuroo tetsuro x fem!manager!reader

➼ warnings! none, just fluff and humor. maybe ooc because i haven't written in years??? unfortunately, because this is based on the scene of kuroo and yaku arguing about their preference, this is really for my long haired girlies 😣 i apologize to the short haired readers

➼ word count! about 1.4k

➼ author’s note! "haikyuu renassiance!" we all cheer in unison. anywho, this is my first time posting in two years. please be nice to me 🫡

"So, you prefer girls with short hair then, Yaku?" Kai asks, shedding off the white button-up of his school uniform and revealing his black practice t-shirt. The three third-year Nekoma players had found themselves in an empty classroom, deciding to use it as a makeshift changing room. Luckily for them, they had all worn their clean practice clothes under their school uniforms. Doing so allowed them to save time and cut back the number of minutes they were already going to be late to practice, thanks to Yaku getting distracted by a group of girls, which Kai noted all had short hair. Hence, his question.

Yaku paused his work of ridding himself of his tie to send Kai a proud grin, pointing towards him with both hands, “Yesss!

"And you, Kuroo?" Kai turns to him, now curious to know his captain's answer as well.

"Long." Kuroo's answer is firm, leaving no room for debate. Still, he glances at Yaku, as if daring him to try.

Yaku only snorts, shaking his head in amusement as he too turns to look at his captain, "Like that wasn't obvious."

"Ehh," Kuroo's eyes narrow, head craning down to peer at the libero, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Yaku starts, taking a step closer as he peers right back up at Kuroo, "Everyone knows you have a crush on our manager, who just so happens to have the longest hair I've ever seen!"

"Ehh?" Kuroo repeats, louder this time as he cranes his head down even more, "Who says I have a crush—"

"Hey!" The door to the classroom slides open with a shocking force, startling the boys and drawing the attention of all three of them to it. Kuroo and Yaku both grow rigid as they find you standing in its opening. Quiet pants slip past your lips, and you take a moment to catch your breath as you stare at the three of them before you begin speaking, "There you guys are! I've been looking for the three of you everywhere."

"Hello," Kai greets kindly, the only one not left in a stupor at your sudden appearance, smiling as you make your way into the classroom. "We apologize, we're running a bit late."

"Yeah," You huff, coming to a stop a few steps away from them as you cross your arms, "It was your guys' turn to set up the nets. So when you guys didn't show up in time to do so and none of you answered your phones, Coach sent me to find you guys. Didn't know I'd be going on a wild goose chase."

Your words leave you in a huff before your eyes land on Kuroo, raising an eyebrow at the captain. His shoulders tense even more at the sudden eye contact and he's quick to snap his head in the other direction. Kuroo suddenly feels warm, realizing how you could have easily heard the conversation transpiring between the three of them. Stupid Yaku, Kuroo curses the libero in his head, doesn't even know what he's talking about.

"Sorry, Y/N." And of course it’s Yaku who disrupts his thoughts, pulling Kuroo's eyes to him just as he sends you an innocent smile, "We got carried away, talking."

There's a teasing tone to Yaku's voice, and Kuroo knows it's directed at him. Why is he friends with him again?

"I don't even want to know," You speak, and Kuroo can envision you shaking your head at the three of them, "Just get dressed and get to the gym as quick as possible, please."

All three boys give some noise of recognition in response to your words, and Kuroo takes the chance to glance at you then. He's quick to regret it. Your hand rises just as he locks eyes with you, reaching up to tuck some of the more unruly pieces of your hair (which most likely came undone due to your seemingly frantic search of the three third years) behind your ear and out of your face. Kuroo's eyes follow the movement of your hand, trailing downwards and taking in the long strands of hair that fall well past your shoulders. Once again all too aware of the conversation he was just having with his teammates, the tips of his ears burn as he pulls his gaze away from you once more. He shakes his head, trying to get Yaku's words out of his mind. Just because he liked girls with long hair, and just because you so happened to be a girl with long hair, did not mean he liked you.

Right?

A snort of laughter suddenly leaves Yaku, having caught the interaction, and Kuroo turns to him with a heated glare. You don't miss the exchange between them either.

"Are you two having one of your petty arguments again?" You accuse, eyes glancing between Kuroo and Yaku who are suddenly staring back at you like two deers caught in headlights. "Seriously, you've been fighting like this since first year. What topic could you guys possibly still be discussing?"

Yaku's smirk returns as he glances at his captain with an all too knowing look before he turns back to you, "Well, if you really want to kn—"

"Nope!" Kuroo is quick to interject, speaking for the first time since you entered and drawing your attention away from Yaku and back to the captain himself. Your eyes widen as he begins to take long strides in your direction. "No arguing here!"

Your lips part, confusion taking over your features at the odd behavior your captain is displaying. You don't get the chance to say anything, however, as Kuroo makes a show of glancing at the clock on the wall before turning back to you with a dramatic gasp, "Oh, would you look at the time! We should really be heading to practice."

"You still have your school shirt on, Kuroo.” You point out when he stops in front of you, pointedly glancing down at Kuroo's attire, which consisted of his practice shorts and white button-up, with his red school tie hung loosely around his neck.

"I'll just change it once we're in the gym," Kuroo responds, waving away your interjections before he drops his hands onto your shoulders and forces you to turn around and back toward the door. You attempt to dig your heels down when he begins to push you in the direction of the door, but you're truly no match for his strength. Stupid volleyball training.

"Kuroo," You voice your protests, attempting to swat at his hands in order to get him to release you. Once again, your attempts remain futile, "Let go of me!"

"No can do! As captain and manager, it's our job to be on time to every practice. What would our team do without us?" Kuroo shakes his head, clicking his tongue as if he's scolding you. He turns back to Kai and Yaku, flashing them a warning smile, daring them to say another word. Yaku merely watches on with an unamused look, while Kai holds a placid smile. There's extra sweetness in his voice as he practically chirps out, "Bring my stuff to the club room, will you?"

"I was on time!" You retort, not giving Kai nor Yaku a chance to respond to their exasperating captain as you send them a pointed look, all the while succumbing to your fate and allowing Kuroo to push you out of the classroom. After all, he did have a point. It probably wouldn't be long before Lev managed to push somebody's buttons (most likely Yamamoto’s) one too many times and ended up in hot water. "The only reason I'm not there right now is because I came looking for you guys!"

"Ah, now is not the time to deal blame, Y/N. Our juniors are waiting on us." Kuroo argues back, shaking his head as he removes one hand from your shoulder to slide the door shut behind the two of you. Still, Yaku and Kai face the door as the sound of your guys' bickering persists. It grows quieter and quieter with each passing moment, and it isn’t until they can no longer hear your guys' voices does Yaku glance away with a shake of his head.

"He's clueless." Yaku deadpans, glancing back down at his tie as he continues to work on untying it.

Kai nods, neatly folding his button-up before placing it in his bag. "Completely."

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader

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lyvhie · 5 days ago

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okay hi haechan anon again!! im back with another request! so I'm missing my taeyong a lot (hashtag military wife..) and I was listening to 2 baddies as any baddie would and. the line "now you wanna ride these wheels" had my legs FOLDED 🥴 those wheels aren't the only thing I wanna ride.

and that brings me to my request. riding tyongie pretty pretty please???

── .✦ everybody makes mistakes

ex-bf!lee taeyong x fem!reader

𓂃 ࣪˖ summary: You were going through a busy time in your life, and going to a party was supposed to help you relax a little and... Well, your ex certainly turned out to be a good distraction. 𓂃 ࣪˖ cw: smut, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie because why not 😞, pet names. 𓂃 ࣪˖ a/n: HIIII, ANOOOON!!! GLAD YOU'RE STILL HERE 😚😚 i get you... i feel like we are 12949 years without tyong, we need him back ASAP, i can't have a happy life if taeyong isn't here PLEASE. ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE!

This was definitely not part of the plan. It was supposed to be a fun night at your friend's party—a chance to unwind and forget about the chaos that had taken over your life lately. Honestly, you hadn’t even planned on coming, but your friends had insisted, saying some fresh air would do you good. You finally caved, figuring what was the harm?

Wrong decision.

If you had known your ex-boyfriend would be there, you’d have stayed home.

You thought you were over him, it had been months since the breakup, after all. There was no reason to panic, you told yourself. Besides, he hadn’t even seemed to notice you were there. You could enjoy the night without a care. Or so you thought.

Your eyes kept drifting to him, as if drawn by some invisible force. Watching how he moved through the crowd, laughing, leaning in to whisper things in people’s ears, flashing that smile that used to make your heart race. The same smile he was now directing at others.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from him. Focus on your drink. Your friends. Literally anything else, you told yourself, desperate to ignore the annoying tightness in your chest every time you caught sight of him leaning in close to someone else. But it was no use.

You didn’t even need to look. You could feel it. His eyes were on you, burning with that same intensity you’d once found irresistible. Against your better judgment, you glanced over and instantly regretted it.

There he was, lips curling into a smirk, that infuriating, knowing expression that only made your stomach twist further. And then, as if the universe itself was playing a cruel joke, he started walking toward you.

Your heart skipped, and you quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in whatever your friends were laughing about. You even forced out a chuckle, hoping it sounded convincing.

Taeyong, of course, wasn’t fooled. He thought it was cute, how bad you were at subtlety, how transparent you always were when you tried to act cool, just as he remembered. If anything, it made him want to reach you faster.

From the moment he approached you and murmured a soft “hey,” everything became a haze, your senses drowning in the intensity of his presence. You remembered the way he leaned in, his lips so close to your ear that his warm breath sent shivers down your spine. His voice was low and familiar, dripping with charm as he told you how much he missed you, how surprised he was to see you there when he knew this wasn’t your usual scene.

His hand had found its way to your waist, his touch firm but not forceful, as if asking for permission rather than demanding it. You hadn’t stopped him. The heat of his body pressed against yours was both comforting and electric, stirring something in you that you thought had long been buried.

Every subtle gesture—a thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip, the way his fingers lingered just a moment too long as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the way his gaze never wavered from yours—pulled you deeper into the gravity of his orbit. You knew you should step back, but instead, you let yourself lean into the closeness, into him, even though you both knew exactly where this would lead.

And all of it led to a kiss, slow, as if to test the waters, then deepening with the kind of urgency that only old lovers can share. That kiss led to lovely whispers and stolen touches, and before you knew it, you were in the parking lot, your heart pounding as he opened the door to the backseat of his car.

The air between you was thick with tension, your breaths mingling as he pulled you close, his hands finding your waist like they never forgot the shape of you. It was reckless and impulsive, the kind of decision that you knew you’d question later—but right now, with his lips on yours and the heat of his body pressed against you, it felt like the only decision to make.

His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin as he held you down against him. His mouth was relentless, his tongue exploring yours with a fervor that made your breath hitch. Your hips began to move instinctively, a slow grind against him that drew a deep groan from his lips. The confined space of the car only heightened the heat between you, every movement feeling more intense, more urgent in the close quarters.

You felt his hands slip to the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head, but you stopped him just in time, pulling away from the kiss, both of you panting softly.

"This is a bad idea," you whispered, though your body leaned into his, contradicting your words.

"Maybe," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made your resolve waver. You tilted your head slightly, giving him more access.

"We really shouldn't be doing this," you tried to reason, though your hands remained on him, your touch lingering.

“You can blame the alcohol if it helps," he suggested, his lips tracing a path up to your jaw before capturing your mouth again. You didn't resist, kissing him back.

"I didn't drink that much," you argued softly.

"Then blame me," his hand drifting lower, inching toward the space between your legs, sending a wave of anticipation through you. "You're always good at that."

"Shut up," you retorted, nipping at his lower lip, earning a hiss and a soft chuckle from him. “Tell me to stop," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his lips hovering just above yours. "And I will, pretty.”

Yes, you just needed to say the word and get out of his car. Of course, that would be the right thing to do, but... you were already this far.

You would blame him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna regret this," you muttered before crashing your lips against his again, kissing him more fervently than before, grinding against him harder, his bulge applying just the right amount of pressure against your core.

Your hands fumbled with the button of his pants, a mix of nerves and anticipation guiding your movements. He was quick to undo yours in return, his desperation evident as he helped you, pulling his pants down just enough while you slipped out of yours along with your panties, leaving no barriers between you.

His hands gripped your hips, guiding you over him, one of your hands rested on his shoulder for balance while the other slid down, wrapping around his hard cock. It throbbed under your touch, and he let out a soft moan at the slightest contact. You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he responded, before lowering yourself just enough to let the tip brush along your slick slit.

He groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips, urging you to stop teasing. "Don't play with me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You smiled faintly, enjoying the rare moment of control you had over him, but your own need was overwhelming.

With a soft exhale, you slowly sank down onto him, both of you gasping as he stretched you, filling you completely. Fuck, how he missed this—the feeling of your warm heat enveloping him, just as tight as he remembered. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent, his breath hot against your skin.

“You feel so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You missed this feeling too, the delicious stretch of him inside you, your walls fluttering around him, as if your body was echoing the same sentiment. He bit your neck to muffle a moan, the sound vibrating through you.

And for a few seconds, you both stayed like that, motionless, just reveling in the feeling of him taking up all the space in your pussy. Then, slowly, you began to move, rolling your hips over him before lifting yourself just enough and sinking back down, drawing moans from both of you. His hands slid down to cup your ass, fingers digging in as he followed your movements, his head falling back against the seat with a deep groan.

Your movements were slow at first, teasing, but you quickly found your rhythm, pressing down on him, the sensation sending waves of heat through your body. The heat between you was unbearable, the cramped space of the car amplifying every sound—the wet glide of your bodies, the breathless moans, the creak of the leather seat beneath you.

His hands moved back to your waist and his grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your flesh as he urged you to move faster. You picked up speed, setting a pace that felt good for you, making him gasp with each roll of your hips.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, lifting his head to watch where your bodies met, eyes dark with hunger. "Just like that... take me deeper."

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a whimper as you obeyed, bouncing harder, grinding down to feel every inch of him. The pleasure was dizzying, overwhelming, stealing what little self-control you had left. His hands left your hips, moving up your body, dragging your shirt up to expose more of your skin.

“Fuck, look at you," he murmured, leaning in to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. The sensation sent a shockwave through your body, making you clench around him.

A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as he thrust up into you slightly, meeting your movements. "Shit—keep that up, and I won't last," he warned, voice strained. But you didn't stop. You couldn't. You were too close, too lost in the way he filled you perfectly, the way his body fit against yours like he was made for you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to kiss you, the heat between you both intensifying. Just as he had said, he wouldn’t last much longer. It wasn't just because it felt incredible, but because it was you.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured, almost a plea, his thighs tensing beneath you. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, every little sound he made pushing you closer to the edge too, but you weren’t there yet.

You didn’t need to say anything; your body said enough. The way you moved, the way you squeezed him with every roll of your hips—it was too much. His grip on you tightened as he groaned deep, his body shuddering beneath you as he came, his release spilling inside you as you kept moving, letting him ride it out.

But he didn’t stop there—you still needed to finish too, and now it was his turn to take care of you. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck. Even with his body still trembling from his own release, he started moving again, thrusting up into you with deep, desperate strokes.

A shaky whine escaped his lips as the overstimulation hit him, but he didn’t let up, his grip on you firm, determined. “Gotta make you feel good too,” he murmured against your skin, his voice strained, breathless.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your walls fluttering around him, dragging him deeper despite the sensitivity. His name spilled from your lips, hands fisting in his hair as he held you close, chasing your release like it was the only thing that mattered.

His breath was hot against your neck, his movements growing sloppier, more desperate, but he didn’t stop—not until he had you right where he wanted. His fingers slid down between your bodies, finding your most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your thighs tremble around him.

"Come on, baby," he coaxed, voice hoarse, lips brushing your ear. Your grip on him tightened as pleasure coiled low in your stomach, the pressure building with every stroke, every thrust. His name tumbled from your lips, breathless and needy, and he groaned at how good you sounded.

And then, with one more deep, well-angled thrust, pleasure crashed over you. Your body tensed before melting into his, a broken moan leaving your lips as your release washed through you. He groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, his arms holding you steady as you rode out your high.

Even as your body sagged against his, he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his breaths ragged, shaky. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, tracing slow circles on your back as he helped you come down.

It wasn’t the smartest decision, you knew that. But, in that moment, you felt... satisfied.

You pulled away slightly to meet his eyes. Your friends had been right, maybe you did need to let go of the weight on your shoulders and relax a little.

"Wanna come home?"

↝ taglist: @yizhrt, @sinisxtea, @peterm4rker.

#taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #nct x reader #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct 127 x reader

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acatnamedpusheen · 4 days ago

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Two of Hearts (Declan x Reader)

Pairing: Declan x fem!reader

Word count: 7K (I've never written anything this long brace yourselves)

Genre: Mutual pining, enemies to lovers kinda vibes, smut in the end(that was the whole point), hella cliche

Warnings: Some bad words here and there, sexual themes obviously, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (I should be locked away), english not being my first language, me rarely using a full stop

Summary: You and Declan are sent on a trip to Como in Italy to attend an award ceremony. After a series of events you end up revealing your feelings for each other.

A/N: I totally did not get this idea as soon as I read that Aidan got secretly married to Caitlin in Italy (somebody lobotomise me). I should mention that I'm not following the timeline of the series, I mixed things up, good luck with that. Also play along with me and pretend it's normal for the british tv awards to be taking place in Italy, alright? This fic took an unnecessary long amount of time during which I was hopelessly sitting in front of a blank white screen with a blinking cursor every single day for 2 weeks. It took every bit of sanity left in me, I was contantly going between "this is so good" and "this is the crappiest shit to ever be written" . Still leaning towards that secong option but, I shall end my yapping here and let you read.

"You're going to Italy with Declan next week." Tony Baddingham casually told you after calling you to his office.

"What? Why?!" there was nothing in Tony's expression that indicated there was any space for negotiation or a way out of this, but these questions involuntarily came out your mouth with a clear protesting tone.

"British Television Awards, special edition taking place in Como this year. Declan has won an award and I can't send him alone, there needs to be some sort of representation from Corinium. And before you open that pretty little mouth of yours again, neither me nor Cameron can go because there are some issues that need to be settled, regarding the next season of Four Men Went To Mow." Tony finished that last sentence with a roll of his eyes. He obviously would have preferred a nice trip to Italy and a chance to show off his power and success infront of all the other producers and station owners that would be attending. Four Men Went To Mow was all Corinium had without Declan, so he had to make sure everything was arranged for its next season.

"I see..." you slowly nodded with a smile that wasn't really hiding your annoyance and turned around to exit Tony's office, barely catching a glimpse of him winking at you with that smug face of his before ligthing a cigar.

You've been working with Tony for a long time at Corinium, you were used to his 'manners' and how much of an authoritarian he was. That didn't mean he wasn't driving you mad, you just had found your ways of putting up with him. That had changed, however, when Declan O'Hara, the ruthless, irish journalist joined Corinum's picture. You had been assinged as his personal assistant, much to his dismay because, like he'd said: 'he does his own research'. Nevertheless, he did need someone to keep him a bit organised and Tony insisted you reported to him about any ongoing research because Declan tended to get quite uncooporative at times. So now, not only did you have to put up with a dictator of a boss, but also this arrogant, excessively proud workaholic you were supposed to be 'assisting'.

"What's wrong?" Declan asked upon seeing you storming in his office after exiting Tony's.

"Nothing." you tried to sound unbothered as you reached for some papers in hopes of distracting yourself. It wasn't really working.

"Oh I know better than to believe a woman answering this question with 'nothing' while she's looking clearly bothered by something." he replied with an amused tone while crossing his arms, accent thick and textured like crystallized honey, making you huff in annoyance.

"Did you know Tony is sending us to Italy next week?" you turned to him.

"Yes, somebody has to go and get that award. And see the look on the faces of all these idiots that never appreciated me." that smirk on Declan's lips was doing things to you. Things you were sure would send you straight to hell if one was to know of them.

"It doesn't sound like you really need me in any of this, though. Or do you think the award will be a bit too heavy for you to hold it all by yourself?" it was your turn to sound smug and the subtle laugh you earned from Declan felt like a reward.

"It's better for the station's image to not just send me there alone and I'm sure Tony explained how he can't send anyone else right now. Besides..." he paused and took a few steps until he was directly in front of you. "I want you there." he locked eyes with you causing your gaze to quickly shift to some other spot around you. "You're part of this show, you worked for this award too." your eyes met his again and you could really see sincerity in them. It felt like this was the first time he was genuinely recognising your work. Always too proud to let a single compliment about your contribution slip past his lips. Was he resorting to simple flattery for the purpose of the trip, you wondered.

"Could you at least tell me you'll be a bit less of a pain in the arse during those 3 days that we're going to be there?" it wasn't unusual for you to express how irritating Declan could get every now and then and you were sure not giving in to any potential tricks of his just yet.

"You know I can never promise such thing, sweetheart." there came that sinful smirk again as he patted the side of your arm before taking a step back and walking to exit the room.

There was no denying you had caught feelings for Declan over time, but you kept trying to find a way to persuade yourself that it was just a stupid phase. None of this was right. He was technically your boss, married even though his wife had just left him, with 3 children and quite older than you. You never had a chance with him and you never even should. You had it all under control up until then, partially hiding behind you constantly being cross with him. But only god knew how you kept longing to feel his toned back and shoulders under your touch, or taste his lips on yours. No, this was so wrong and just a phase, you constantly lied to yourself. A business trip with just the two of you alone, however, could easily reveal the truth and that was the actual reason why it was making you so nervous. As much as you'd wanted to let Declan know how you felt instead of letting it eat you away you dreaded the possibility of making things awkward between the two of you.

"You don't mind me sleeping through the entire ride, do you?" you were up on basically no sleep at an ungodly hour in the morning before the sun was even up, for a 2 hour drive to London to catch your flight to Milan. From there you'd be taking the train to Como for about an hour. 'Why did the British Television Awards had to take place in Italy?!' you kept thinking to yourself, your eyes barely able to stay open and then remembered Tony babbling something about it being a special anniversary edition or whatever this year.

"Of course not, but don't expect me to not do the same as soon as we're on that plane." Declan chuckled softly. He was relieved that the circumstances of your trip were such, that allowed, required even, either one or both of you to doze off during most times. He didn't want to make it awkward between the two of you now that you weren't sitting together for work. And he hated to admit it, but he was glad you'd be sleeping while he was driving, because he could easily steal glances at you without getting caught. He liked you, there was no denying that he did, but this felt so new to him and he feared it all might just be some sort of weird reaction to the fact that Maud had left him, sinking in. All these years married and he'd never even thought about looking at another woman, the way his wife did at another man. But now you had come in the picture and Maud had made her exit and it felt so different. You were different, you intrigued him, excited him. The way you carried yourself, the way you opposed him. It wasn't in the way Maud did, because she never liked him for what he truly was, she just wanted attention, whereas you understood Declan. Your 'insults' were innocent, just there to remind him when he was crossing the line and he knew that. What he didn't know was if there was any chance you saw him the way he saw you.

"Just a quick question, what do you find more appaling in this situation, me or Italy?" he turned to you with a playfull tone after you'd found your seats on the plane.

"You of course." you joked causing both of you to laugh. "Don't mind me, really, it was just the way Tony announced it, nothing else." you assured him before going back to whatever book you had picked to keep you distracted, surprised that for once you were thankful for Tony's actions upon realising that he'd booked business class seats, which granted space in-between you two. There was no way you could stay sane with Declan being any closer to you than he already was.

The remaining part of this long trip continued in equal silence. You'd only exchanged a few words on how magnificent the green scenery that occupied hundreds of kilometers outside the train window was, or on some new information about whatever research was currently in progress for the next show. And after what seemed like an eternity, in the late afternoon, you had finally arrived at the hotel you'd be staying for the next 2 days.

"Would you like to join me for dinner later? I'm sure we can find a nice restaurant nearby." his all too familiar voice stopped you before you opened the door to your room right next to his. Oh how he wished he could openly ask you out, reveal his true feelings for you, now that you were away from all the familiar faces. Instead he had to make do with this question and hopes you'd accept.

"I don't think Declan O'Hara, almost officially divorced, should be spotted having dinner with his assistant alone in some restaurant in Como, don't you think?" as much as you wanted this, you had to put your reputations above it. You might be away from the closed society of Rutshire, but Declan was still somewhat of a public figure and was expected to be here for the awards. You couldn't afford seeing your names on the front pages of tabloids, or be the one having to deal with Tony's rage if that were to happen. He gave you this job because he knew you were the one who could stop Declan from acting on impulse and that's what you were determined to do. Besides, it helped keep your irrational thoughts at bay too. "You can go alone on this, I'll probably just order room service, I'm quite tired anyway."

"Then, I'll order room service too and we can sit on my balcony. I've been told the view is exquisite." he saw you preparing to protest and was quick to continue "Come on, love, we can't act like total strangers until we get back. You got dragged here because of me, let me try to at least make it even a bit enjoyable."

Hearing the nickname 'love' fall from his lips had your knees feeling weak. He called you things like 'love', 'darling' or 'sweatheart' every so often and it was the way he seemed to use these words so naturally with you that had you melting. "Only because you're asking me so nicely." your expression softened. "Anything along the lines of meat, salad or pasta would be perfect. But make sure there's wine." because not in a million years could you handle dinner with Declan sober. "And I'll be over in a minute." were your last words as you dissapeared behind your door leaving Declan in the hallway, before he had a chance to say another word.

Alone in your room, you couldn't help the shy smile that found its way to your lips as you let out a deep breath. You had to compose yourself, it was just dinner on a business trip. Declan seemed to mirror you with one of his signature smirks at the thought of getting to spent some private time with you outside the context of work. Last time he had gotten anything close to that was months ago at the NYE party at his house, where practically the whole of Rutshire was invited and he couldn't recall saying anything more to you than a 'hello' , 'happy new year' and 'goodbye". Did he even see you when you left? He couldn't say for sure. Of course there where times when he was tempted to invite you over to the priory. To have you finishing up work at his study and things escalating to... well, other things, but he knew how irresponsible that was, with Taggie and Maud potentially a few walls away. How it would probably make you believe he was a pervert.

"So, ready for the big day tomorrow?" you asked in an attempt to keep some sort of conversation going and avoid the thick awkward silence that kept threatening to fall. Your eyes followed the red wine in the glass you were placing back down on the table, as the sun was setting behind the green mountains surrounding the lake, painting it in hues of orange. The early September breeze setting the perfect temperature for open-air dining. If anyone were to see you and Declan sitting on that balcony, they would, without a doubt, assume you were a couple sharing a romantic dinner quite possibly on their honeymoon too. But the truth was far from anyone's assumptions.

"There isn't much to be prepared for anyway." Declan said nonchalantly before taking another bite off his plate.

"Well, do you know what you are going to say? Won't you get nervous in front of all these people?" your eyes met with his.

"I'll tell them how pleased and thankful I am for the award, I won't forget to mention Corinium and I think I'll be just fine." seeing you nod, he proceeded to add the one thing that was actually making him nervous "And I want you up there with me." his doe eyes had yours widening in surprise.

"What, me? Why?" as much as you were surprised there was no doubt you found this quite flattering.

"Because, like I've told you before, this award belongs to you too and you didn't come all this way just to sit there and watch me take all the credit, did you?" was he compromising his image by choosing to have you on stage with him so soon after his wife had left him? He didn't care. Besides, you were representing Corinium and your contribution to his show was undeniable.

"Who am I to say no to you, I guess?" two glasses of wine in and rather tired, you smiled in defeat. If only you could stop resisting him in other ways too. Him taking you right on that balcony for any prying eyes to see that he was yours, would have been a true delight. It was moments like this, that you realised you were capable of surprising your own self with such wild thoughts. Luckily, they where soon cut short by the one man conquering them.

"Speaking of which, I have something else I've been meaning to tell you." he was hesitant. Why? Had he spoken to Tony about firing you? That would explain why he kept mentioning how much he appreciated your work. "I want to leave Corinium and bid for the franchise with a team of my own." you didn't say anything, unsure of what that meant for you and your job. "I was hoping you'd be part of it." he chose his next words carefully.

"Y-you're asking me to go against Tony and risk losing my job and any chance of even getting another one?" your blood run cold just thinking about such thing.

"I'm asking you, to help me go against Tony and possibly make televison history. I've got Rupert Campbell-Black on this, we stand a great chance if we work smart." he kept his voice low, forearms on the table as he leaned in closer giving you a stern look. He was definitely serious about this.

"A 'possibly' and 'a great chance' are not enough for me to put my future at stake. If Tony finds out I helped you out with this and then your little venture fails, I'm done. He will make sure I never find a job again, ever." you stressed that last word. Getting fired suddenly sounded a lot less terrifying than Declan's proposal.

"Why do you always have to bend to his will? Can't you see this is your chance to finally leave that bastard?" he raised his voice and huffed in annoyance, unable to undertsand your obsession with being so loyal to Tony.

"Because, that bastard is the one giving me this job which is mainly to deter you from making stupid decisions and keep things running smoothly." you fired back.

"Sounds more like your job is to do anything he asks you to, to keep him pleased. I wouldn't be surprised if he had you bent over his desk every other night." as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. The pain in your eyes violently brought him back to his senses. He should have never said that, but the thought of that brute having his way with you just for fun was torturing his mind. He wanted to take you as far away from him as possible, he loved you too much to let you stay working for Tony. He needed you for himself.

"Do you really think so low of me?" your voice was barely above a whisper, your brows knitted together in dissapointment. The sun was now long gone behind the peaks, there was no color reflected on the water anymore and the air suddenly felt sharp and cold, perfectly matching Declan's words.

Ηe struggled to form his next sentence. The man who had each and every one of his show guests at his fingertips, who knew how to speak his way through any situation, sat defeated before his most trusted colleague.

"No, look, I'm sor-"

"You know, if this has anything to do with Maud leaving and you feeling the need to take it out on somebody else, I can try to understand but by no means accept it." with firm hands on the table, you pushed your chair back and stood up, ignoring Declan's useless efforts to apologize.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the ceremony. I'll be ready by 5. Good night." with a final glance at him you made your exit. All this time you'd been working together and it seemed like this was the very first moment he'd witnessed genuine hurt and anger taking over you. He sat there, unable to move an inch but instictively reaching for a cigarette, taking it between his lips and lighting it with slightly shaking hands. Why couldn't he separate his TV persona from his real self and refrain from dissecting people just to feel something? Why couldn't he stop hurting the people he loved and cared for?

Your reflection in the vanity mirror opposite the room's bed had begun turning into something unfamiliar after you'd zoned out for the umpteenth time while getting ready.

The walk you'd taken earlier by lake Como, had helped you clear your mind a great lot. You had found yourself unable to get enough of the breathtaking view that stood before you. A vast body of water so calm and still the entire sky was mirrored on it and on its edges, like antexifes, beautiful houses in vibrant colors, all engulfed by the rich green, imposing mountains in the backround. This place felt as if it didn't belong to earth, as if it was a piece of heaven that had fallen from the sky, or was magically accessed through some sort of portal that went unnoticed.

Your mind kept travelling back to those images, your heart still a bit sore from Declan's false assumptions about you, as you fixed the final details of your hairstyle - an elegant updo containing far more bobby pins and hairspray, that you'd usually go for. You'd hoped this fairytale-like town would have been the catalyst for a much more pleasant series of events, but maybe this was all for the best. A sign that you should deny and bury your feelings for good. How naive of you to expect anything else.

A knock on the door, though gentle, startled you interrupting your train of thought. Withought questioning who it was, realising you must have lost track of time, you were quick to get up and open it. And the sight it revealed was a true eye candy. You could have sworn you were ready to forgive Declan right on that spot just because of that tuxedo he'd chosen and the way his raven black curls were so perfectly slicked back.

"You look ravishing." for a split second you thought he was reading your mind, but the compliment was for you instead. The black velvet v-neck dress that hugged your body in all the right ways certainly did not go unnoticed by the handsome irishman that stood before you. He'd never seen you all dolled up before and that certainly had him feeling something stirring up inside him. Your eyes, carefully outlined with black, looked more enticing than ever and your lips, painted scarlet red suddenly felt too inviting. Was this his punishment for acting like such a jerk the previous night?

"You don't look half bad yourself." you returned with a mischievous look and moved past him to continue down the hallway, but stopped just a few steps in after noticing Declan wasn't following you.

"Are you coming or not?" you turned around to see him in the exact same spot you'd left him. You'd forgotten that the best part of your dress was its open back rather than the v-neck cut in the front and Declan was definitely pleased with this discovery. Your voice pushed away all the unholy thoughts running through his mind and without missing another second he was striding to your side.

"I know you still might not want to hear it, but I have the right to apologize formally for what I said yesterday." he began once he caught up with you. "I didn't mean it and I don't see you like that." he added, looking straight ahead as you both walked to the elevator.

"The words weren't the ones doing the damage. After all, I've been working for Tony for a couple of years now, I can handle insults. It was the fact that you, of all people, said them. And I know better than to think they were chosen without thought, so what was the matter?" stopping in front of the elevator doors, your steady gaze fell on his features that always seemed to be burdened by troubles he rarely revealed to anyone.

"It's just that I think you deserve better, so much better." he admitted with a heavy sigh.

"Allow me to decide that myself, next time." you replied with a tight-lipped smile just as the familiar sound signaling the elevator had arrived, was heard.

"If you ever change your mind, there will always be a place for you in Venturer. I want you to know that." he let you enter first and followed close behind, taking the space right next to you.

"I appreciate that. Is that how you'll call it, Venturer?" you shot him a curious look.

"Yes, you don't think it's suitable?" he frowned at your question.

"No, I just think it sounds...dreamy!" the doors opened once again after you last word and you both stepped out to get to the car that was waiting outside the lobby. You may not have caught a glimpse of it, but Declan did shoot you a puzzled look upon hearing your answer. It wasn't really what he was expecting to hear, a simple 'no' or a 'yes but' would have made a lot more sense, but then again he wouldn't have fallen for you if everything you said came straight out that little box in his brain containing everything that made sense to him.

"And the award for best TV interview show host, goes to..." this was your queue, the big moment had finally arrived and you turned to look at Declan sitting next to you, only to find him doing the same. His demeanor had changed, though. With a half smoked cigarette between his smirking lips and a glint of confidence in his eyes, there was no doubt that you were now looking at the 'vicious Irish Wolfhound of Corinium'...

"Declan O'Hara!" the room erupted in applause after the presenter's announcement and you hugged each other in the most effortless and natural way possible. A feeling so new, yet somehow neither strange nor unfamiliar.

You walked up to the podium, with Declan leading the way and found your spot just a few steps behind him. You couldn't hide your smile as you watched him recieve the award and despite the fact that you'd be standing behind him for his little speech, you could almost see that sparkle in his eyes, the pride that made his shoulders feel lighter than ever.

"It's a true honor to be receiving this award. I'd like to thank the audience that showed their support time and time again both live at the studio, but most importantly from their homes through the TV. Of course I would also like to thank Corinium, none of this would have been possible without its hard working people. Their contribution has been invaluable." with that last sentence he briefly turned to look at you, to make sure you knew exactly who he was talking about. Like all these times during his show when he searched for your eyes. He always found you in a corner somewhere by the audience. You were his anchor during any fleeting moments of uncertainty, even if you weren't quite aware of it.

Turning back to the audience once again he raised the award with a proud smile, proceeding to leave the stage with confident strides and you following close behind.

The rest of the night went smoothly. You watched and applauded all the other winners. Declan introduced you to all sorts of old colleagues of his that came by to congradulate him and if you weren't so caught up with the idea of him seeing you as nothing but his assistant, you'd swear you'd spotted jealousy in his eyes when any of then attempted to flirt with you.

Once you were back at the hotel, stood right outside, you told him you fancied taking a quick walk around the lake.

"I won't take long, just want to get a good look at it by night. And then we can get a drink maybe?"

"Oh so now it's not controversial to be seen having a drink with my assistant?" he teased, taking a step closer.

"Her boss just got an award, I think they both deserve a celebratory drink." you replied in the same tone, motioning to the trophy he was holding.

"I will have to agree with you." he gave you a smug smile.

After about 15 minutes you were back. The scenery had indeed looked serene with the light from all the houses resembling fireflies on the surface of the water, but the air had gotten a bit too chilly for the outfit you'd chosen.

Walking through the lobby you caught a glimpse of an all too familiar figure with the corner of your eye, sitting at the bar further away to your right. You were expecting to find him in his room, but it seems like he was to impatient to wait for you.

"Celebrating without me?" you asked in a playfull teasing tone once you approached Declan, his back facing you. He was slow and reluctant to turn around and when he did your smile faded.

"What's wrong?" your worry peacked once you saw his glassy eyes "Declan, what happened?" he was still taking his time to compose himself before he decided to speak.

"Maud called. She must have found the hotel from Taggie. She's been settled in London and she's filing a divorce." his voice lacked emotion. Either he was still in denial, or had fully accepted what was happening and given that this was Declan, it all pointed to the latter. Silence fell, only the distant chatter of some group of friends further away could be heard. You were unsure of how you were supposed to reply to something like this, but Declan continued on his own after nervously running a hand through his hair. "I knew it was foolish to believe she'd come back." he scoffed bitterly, then took a large sip from the whiskey sitting on the bar counter. A sheer contrast. Just a few hours ago he was the happiest you'd ever seen him, proudly recieving the recognition he deserved for his work and now... You were witnessing his most vulnerable moment. If you were being honest, you never thought Declan was capable of letting his guard down, or even be affected so deeply by something. That didn't mean it wasn't painful to actually see it. To see how much he truly loved his family that was falling apart.

"You can go, I'll just finish this and be up too. I won't do anything stupid, this time." he couldn't bare to look at you, you weren't supposed to be the one having to deal with him while he was like this. He wasn't even expecting you to say something, but eventually you did.

"You know, I'm not the best at giving advice, but I have this one saying I keep going back to when things get a bit rough. 'It's probably for the best'. I mean, sometimes shit just happens and you don't get anything good from it, but other times..." uncertain if you were doing any good, you placed your hand on top of his on the counter. "If it's of any use, I know how much you loved Maud. I saw it all in the way you looked at her during that New Year's Eve party." you took a seat next to him, your words forcing his eyes to bore into yours. He wondered how you had noticed such detail and held on to it all these months later.

"Love was never enough for her, or at least my kind of love. All she ever wanted was attention, money." you remained quiet, watching him as he let his gaze wander somewhere along the multicolored glass bottles on the bar shelves. "I gave her a second chance after she literally slept with another man, because I believed we could work it out and now she goes and does this just because I was trying to provide for her and the kids." he shook his head irritated. He'd never spoken to you so openly about his marriage and you were starting to feel a bit uncomfortable.

You weren't quite the fan of his wife, more like you hated every piece of her vain character. She had your blood boiling with her behaviour at that party. With how she craved and thrived from everyone's eyes being on her. With how she refused to be on the same wavelength as Declan and the way she so shamelessly cheated on him. This situation was only making you more furious, more depserate to let Declan know your deepest feelings about him. Still, you tried to refrain from using his divorce for such purpose.

"You can't really change a person, but you can change the way you react to them." he let out a heavy sigh, probably still too lost in his own thoughts to actually process what you were saying. "I can only begin to imagine how all this must feel. I'm really not the person to help with it in any way, unfortunately, because I never understood what you and Maud had. Jesus, I never understood Maud's mindset, because if I had a husband like you I'd never..." you trailed off. This was so wrong, you where taking it too far. You were inappropriately taking advantage of the situation. This was not the right moment. Hell, was there ever a right moment?!

Declan's fierce eyes were immediately back on yours. All sobered up from his aches in an instant. "You'd never what?" the words rolled off his tongue inquiringly. It reminded you of times during his interviews when he'd had his guests right where he wanted them, ready to reveal some big secret of theirs.

"I'd never even think about looking at another man." you admitted with a pounding heart. At that point there was nothing to loose and before you could register what was happening Declan's lips where crashing hard onto yours, letting you taste a dizzying mix of tobacco and alcohol as his sturdy hands cupping your face.

Placing your palms on his chest you wanted nothing but to loose yourself in the moment you'd been fantasising about for so long, but once again you had to put your morals above this and were quick to push him back. Slightly out of breath and anxiously, he waited for your explanation.

"If this is just some kind of reaction, a way for you to feel like you're getting back at her, we should stop now." you drew your hands back abrubtly, fighting the burning urge to simply kiss him as hard as he did.

"This isn't about Maud. This is about you and me. Are we on the same page?" it was your turn to choose to reply with a feverish kiss, much to Declan's relief. Just before he was ready to deepen it, however, you stopped him again, leaving him confused. "Not here. At my room in 5'." you had already risked being seen, you shouldn't push it.

"You never break character, do you darling?" he smirked to which you playfully rolled your eyes before making your way to the elevator.

No sooner had you entered your room than you heard a quiet but determined knock. You were quick to open, locking eyes with Declan and not once breaking contact as you let him walk in and pin you against the door when you closed it. The collision of your lips was harder than before, if that was even possible. Tongues already eager to explore more. Your arms flying around his neck while you felt his hands on your waist and soon one of his palms travelling south behind your thigh, urging you to lift your leg up and let him press against you. The change in position had you letting out a small whimper simultaneously with Declan's grunt.

His mouth greedily trailed down to your neck and you pulled him closer with the leg you had around his hip. He could feel your heated pulse under his lips. Or was it just his own vibrating through his entire body? Unable to say, he let himself get drunk in the feeling of your soft skin for a little longer before he retreated, freeing your body from his touch but not his presence.

The only sound that could be heard was that of your laboured breaths as you stared into each other's eyes with a spectrum of emotions: hunger, lust, anticipation, uncertainty.

"You can't imagine how long I've wanted to have you like this." he was the first to break the silence, with a low growl.

"Is that why you basically called me a whore the other night? Was that oddly specific image part of some fantasy of yours?" you were starting to put two and two together. Your hands, still on his shoulders got to work, sliding off his black suit jacket.

"Would it be so bad if I said yes?" his voice was just a whisper, his hand travelling up your torso to one of your mounds, while the other found purchase on your waist. The idea of you bending over for Tony did infuriate him, but partially because more often that he'd like to admit he fantasised about putting you in such position.

"Abdolutely not." you sighed feeling his palm squeeze you in such perfect way, further igniting the heat in your core. The fact that Declan actually saw you in such way was making you feel light headed.

What followed was a hot mess of kisses, touches, pulling and groping, until you'd discarded each other's clothes down to your underwear, leaving everything in a heap on the floor. Declan sat on the side of the bed and took your hand to guide you to straddle him as he settled further up. Shooting you a dirty look he decided to take control.

"The other way around, darling." a bit confused, but too hot and bothered to further question his command you did as he said and let out a chuckle once you were on his lap and caught sight of the two of you within the frame of the vanity mirror on the opposite wall.

"Hope there's no objection to me watching you come undone like this." his voice was sinfully low next to your ear as he hooked two fingers on your black lacey underwear and started pulling it off.

"Who am I to say no to you?" the use of the same phrase you'd said during dinner the other night, drove him crazy, gave him a sense of power over you that was intoxicating and you felt him harden through his boxers against your back as he growled "Good girl" with that delicious accent of his.

Once your last article of clothing had succesfully been discarded, his strong hands were on your thighs, spreading your legs further to reveal your folds. Caressing his way back up he made you lightly jolt once he found your clit, lazily circling it, watching your reaction through the mirror with lust clouded eyes.

"Dirty little thing, you've wanted this too." he murmured before leaving open mouthed kisses on your shoulder. You confirmed his statement by tilting your head to give him better access to the spot. His free hand once again found its place on one of your breasts as the one working on your clit moved south, two fingers gathering your arousal before slowly entering you.

A moan was bound to leave your lips and Declan was instantly addicted. He continued his ministrations across your whole body, eager to hear more. His mouth on your neck and shoulder, his palm on your breast and his fingers slipping in and out of you. The sight was lewd, filthy but without a doubt far better than anything that had crossed either one's mind.

"Let me see your eyes, sweetheart." his touch not once loosing its pace as he waited for you to meet his gaze on the mirror's reflection adding a thumb back on your sensitive budle of nerves, once you did.

"Declan..." you moaned. It was all getting too much, you felt your release approaching, eyes fluttering closed as you let one of your hands, that had been gripping the sheets, reach behind and pull Declan's hair, earning yourself a grunt.

"Let go for me, darling." his velvety voice was all you needed to reach your climax, moaning a mix of his name and profanities, your body writhing in his steady embrace.

Once you had regained control of your body, you were quick to switch your position to face Declan and get rid of the last piece of frabric separating you, just in time to see him bring the two fingers he used on you to his mouth.

"Delightful" sheer satisfaction was painted across his features as he moaned then let you get a taste of yourslelf with a sloppy kiss. It wasn't long before your hands were on his erection, eliciting a string of heavenly sounds from him.

"I'm starting to think you were getting pissed at me all the time on purpose." he was at your mercy the way you pumped him but still tried to get the upper hand. "Were you imagining me loosing my composure and fucking you senseless against the nearest wall?" and it was working you were getting undenianbly wet again.

"Other scenarios were further up my list if I had to be honest." you slowed down your movements but squeezed harder. Two could play this game.

"Such?" he was stifling a groan.

"Us here, in this hotel away from anyone who knows who we are." with each word you positioned him at your entrance, too impatient to finally have him fill you. You moaned in unison once you relaxed and let him get buried in your walls. Relishing the moment he kissed your lips and every part of your skin he had access to and you welcomed his insatiable hunger by finding purchase on his chest.

"Ready when you are, love." he broke character momentarily to let you adjust to the stretch, but honestly, nothing sounded sexier than checking in on each other. You started moving, lifting and circling your hips as he matched you with slow shallow thrusts, while lowering you back on the sheets.

The change in angle had you whining. Declan's movements began getting harder and deeper. Words where made redundant, both too far lost in each other's touch, in each other's bodies to make a coherent sound.

His fingers returned to your clit causing your back to arch and allowing him to reach a new spot that had you seeing stars. He was close, desperately chasing his own release but determined to bring you to your second orgasm.

"Give me one more, sweatheart, I know you can." he groaned once he felt your hands on his broad shoulders pulling him closer, letting his lips find that sweet spot on your neck.

With an obscene moan of his name you were coming hard once again, your mind going blank with that euphoric feeling and Declan whispering sweet nothings in your ear that soon turned into profanities as he reached his own climax.

Was this wrong, you couldn't tell, but you were sure that if it was you never wanted to be right.

"You do realise we have some talking to do." he pulled out and plopped down next to you trying to catch his breath.

"Can we do that when we get back? Preferably with me bent over your desk?" you replied with sass, chest heaving and mind still a mess.

"Christ, you'll be the death of me."

#i told you it was bad i'm just happy to be done with it #rivals fanfiction #declan o'hara x reader #declan o'hara smut #declan o'hara fanfiction #I will most probably be writing a spicy ross poldark headcanon though #y'all ain't getting rid of me

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Fool Me Twice...

Loki x GN!Reader

Description: Part Three, preceded by Fool Me Once... and ...Shame on You

You've been sent on a covert mission to distract the God of Mischief himself long enough to foil his plans. Unfortunately, this task becomes much harder when your target proves incredibly disarming.

Warnings/Disclaimers: Proposal, illusions/misdirection. Gender neutral reader, reader is an expert in covert operations and deception.

A/N: There will be one more part to this. This series went on an entirely different path than I had expected it to. For example, I thought this was going to end in smut, but now I'm not so sure LOL

Word Count: 1.8k

The hours, no, the days begin to blur. Your mission is turning into a distant memory, even if the instincts remain. You pour your own drinks, you make note of every exit, and you ensure some sort of improvised weapon is near you at all times.

But other than that? You were swooning.

Loki had you wrapped around his little finger. You were at his beck and call. The other servants could sense the shift between you two, and on occasion you could hear their giggles and whispers. Yet somehow, it didn’t bother you at all.

Perhaps it was because you knew, not just out of intuition, but from your scavenged intel, that you were truly the only one he treated this way. Late nights in the garden, stolen kisses in quiet corridors… they were all yours. And that was the most intoxicating part of it all.

Light filters through the parting curtains in Loki’s bedchambers, and you hear him groaning and shifting about with displeasure. You try to be considerate about it, of course. It’s not as though you yank the curtains apart. But despite your affections, despite the way you might allow him to sleep all day if he wished it, you did have duties to attend to. Both of you did.

“Mm… is it truly morning already? Bah…” he grumbles as he wipes the sleep from his eyes. Disgust curls his lip while he forces himself to sit up. When he glances over to your silhouette by the window, blinded by the light as he is, he covers his eyes. At least your presence seems to soften his disgust slightly. “Ah, well… I suppose there are worse things in this multiverse than being awakened by my dearest attendant.”

You feel a delicate warmth paint your cheeks as you smile. “I still believe they should begin calling you the God of Flattery, my lord,” you reply cheekily.

He scoffs at that, shaking his head. “I do so loathe when you mistake my advances for idle flattery,” he chides.

“Well, forgive me for finding it quite so difficult to believe that one such as yourself would take interest in your servant,” you chuckle as you fetch his robe, draping it around his figure as he stands.

“Ugh, you know you are so much more than that, my sweet,” he argues as he turns to face you, placing his delicate fingers upon your chest. “You are pretty, and I do so like being pampered, but surely you must understand my affections go deeper.”

Words are difficult to form when he’s this close, and your heart beats rapidly beneath where his hand lay. “I…”

“Or did all of those kisses mean nothing to you?” he asks with a frown. He looks like a wounded animal when he stares into your eyes, and gods do you hate how impossible it is for you to resist.

“No!” you are quick to reply, clasping your hand over his and holding it to your chest. “No, it’s… they…”

He sighs, though at least his frown tilts upwards into a small smile. “I suppose I can forgive such thoughts. I am a master of deception, after all…”

The morning continues on most uneventfully. You groom him, dress him in his finest silks, and even polish his armor to a glorious shine before assisting him in its donning. Though, you must admit, his cloak has always been your favorite part. Collared with the softest furs, it’s all you can do not to just bury your face into it. That doesn’t stop your hands from lingering in the plush of it with your fingertips as you wrap it around his shoulders. A chortle hums in his throat when he notices.

“It is nice, isn’t it? Made of the finest white Flerken furs…” When he sees the horror flash upon your face in the mirror, he can’t help the cackle that bursts forth from his chest. “I merely kid, my dear. Quite frankly, I have no idea what this cloak is made of.”

A nervous chuckle escapes from your lips at his reassurances, and you smooth the fur down to calm yourself in its soft fibers. He gazes at you through the mirror with a tenderness so rarely seen in the God of Mischief, but it’s gone just as quickly as you notice it. His face returns to one of business.

“There are some diplomatic affairs I must attend to, and I suppose my subjects are worthy of a speech from their leader. I of course expect you to accompany me for the duration of my duties.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror once he finishes relaying the assignments, and you pause with your fingers combing through his silken black locks.

“You… wish for me to accompany you for the speech as well? Won’t your royal guards suffice?” you ask, surprised.

He sighs, sounding like a parent describing what should be an easily grasped concept to their child. Standing from his vanity, he turns towards you and places his hands on your waist. You gaze up into those emerald eyes attentively, holding your own hands close to your chest.

“It is a matter of pleasure and not duty that drives me to such a request,” he explains, rubbing soothing circles into your sides with his thumbs. “Surely you have noticed that we have been, well… noticed.”

Your eyes widen. Does he mean to go public with your relations? “Is… is that wise, my lord?”

“Pah. I do not care if it is wise. I sit upon the throne of Yggsgard. My word is law,” he spits back, even if his venom is not directed upon you. There is an undeniable passion in his voice that catches you off guard, and your heart drums in your chest. That he would go to such lengths for you… it boggles the mind.

But you certainly wouldn't complain.

“Consider it done, my lo-”

He hushes you with a finger to your lips.

“Please… we are alone. Must you continue to be so formal?” he says, his voice low as his hand moves to caress your jaw.

“I…” you pause, leaning into the comforting warmth of his palm. “Of course, Loki,” you acquiesce with a bashful smile.

“Ah, there is that beautiful symphony of letters I so love hearing from your lips,” he whispers in reply. The old you would have rolled your eyes, but instead you simply titter at his display of ego.

You float high in the clouds for the rest of the day, too enamored to even be bored as you wait idly by during those meetings you both loathed so much. Instead, you can only focus on Loki, ready to refill his glass when needed and willing to attend to his every whim. At least this time you didn’t have to escort the other party out by force.

When it finally comes time to address his subjects, you are beside yourself with glee. It is difficult to contain it, but you do, fidgeting with the clasps of your belt. It’s surreal, standing next to him on that high balcony overlooking dozens upon dozens of his subjects. The sun shines brightly, sometimes a bit painfully as you cover your eyes.

It’s better this way.

This way, it is difficult to see the mourning, the disdain, the abject loathing on display upon so many faces. Loki may not be the god of the sun, but he is thankful that it is on his side this afternoon. After all, he is the one who scheduled his speech in the first place.

But you didn’t have to know that.

No, there are oh so many things you are so much better not knowing. Ignorance is bliss, as they say, and he was quite intent on ensuring that bliss was his and his alone. Well, yours as well, of course. But most certainly his.

“People of Yggsgard!” he bellows, thrusting his hands into the air with grand bravado. “I know I do not grace you all with my presence nearly so much as I should. It is a terrible error I am keen to rectify.”

There are murmurs among the crowd, nervous and trembling. At least, that is reality. Your reality is entirely different while Loki conjures the illusions of cheering for your ears alone. Those “cheers” bring a gentle smile to your face.

Why… for what purpose had you been sent here? What evil had your team… had you…

“Ah, but fear not! I have come bearing only good news on this day.” The continuation of his speech distracts you entirely from your thoughts, and your attention is once again his and his alone. “Today, on this most wonderful of days, I must introduce you to someone. Someone quite important.”

A hush falls over the crowd, and he doesn’t even have to mask it. After all, how could you even think to recognize the underlying apprehension behind it? So he grins devilishly, taking your hand in his, and raising it up for all to see.

“This, my dearest subjects, is Y/N L/N, my favorite attendant, the proverbial apple of my eye, and the cause of more than a few rumors in the palace halls.” He gives a knowing glance and an almost evil smirk to the guards around you both, and they visibly stiffen. But then he turns towards you, taking both of your hands in his now. Vibrant green eyes captivate you as his smile softens. “Yet most importantly, this individual is the source of more joy than I have ever known.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words. To so proudly, so openly declare such a thing…

And then he takes a knee.

Gods above, he’s kneeling before you.

“And so, with all of Yggsgard to witness,” he declares while one hand delves into his pocket, “I would ask you, my heart of hearts, my shining jewel…”

He holds a golden ring towards you, capped with a veridian emerald that perfectly catches the setting sun on every facet.

“Will you marry me? Will you rule Yggsgard alongside me?”

The world halts around you. Your heart pounds frantically in your chest. Surely you were imagining things? There’s no way that, after what could have only been a couple of months, you were being proposed to by your t--

Oh gods. Your target. Something shatters in your mind. Where there was once a haze of sweet fluffy cotton in your brain, there is stark, realm-quaking clarity. Your sense returns to you, and terror turns your veins to ice.

Just pull away. Simply tell him no. Retreat and try something else. The mission relies upon you and your signal. You can’t fail now. Perhaps a wedding could provide the distraction you need, but the thought simply fills you with dread.

You open your lips, the word at the tip of your tongue. When you speak, it will all be over. And yet, to your horror, your voice is not your own.

“Yes!”

#loki x reader #loki #marvel rivals x reader #marvel rivals loki #glasvera writes #i am not immune to loki propaganda

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zhng96 · 1 year ago

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sunny days — k. gyuvin

↳ how can one make it up to someone who spends their days helping people- and how come you’ve found yourself faced with flustering feelings for said boy so suddenly?

↳ pairing: kim gyuvin x gn!reader (3.1k words OH MY GAWD)

↳ warnings: nothing honestly

↳ note: THIS IS SO LONG HELP,,, the longest fic i’ve written yet AND I LOVED EVERY BUT OF IT!!! HAPOY BDAY GYUVIN YOU DESERVE EVERY OUNCE OF LOVE EVER.

perm taglist: @tzuberry @hrtattcker @yueriots @neohyxn @avocarua @dwcljh @uyujns @knrejj

o. the meaning of loving.

kim gyuvin was the epitome of someone who loved loving. he helped where he could, was doting to his friends- even in a teasing way- but everyone and their mothers knew he meant every candied word he sent towards them, he was a social butterfly, and he made sure everyone was comfortable around him.

it was in his nature, you suppose, to help you despite not knowing you very well. being the class president and all, you assumed that he was just helping take a burden off of your shoulders even if it was a measly stack of papers waiting to be dropped by the office- not to mention his altruistic nature.

little did you know that there was a hint of devotion behind it. gyuvin knew he helped around a lot- but with you, he helped extra. any time he found you taking on a task by yourself- no matter the difficulty, he'd offer a hand. he just wished you’d notice how he set his attention on you just a little bit more than he set his attention on others.

(more under the cut !)

albeit the wave of fluttering feelings that burst throughout his chest when he hears the grateful thank you with a soul-crushingly sincere smile; he knows that when he has you for himself, he'll feel the same, just ten times over.

that's one of the reasons gyuvin has yet to give up over his attempts of showcasing his affections for you- but also because he just likes doing it. he revels in the way the sun hits your skin when the two of you are working during lunch, he loves when you accidentally make eye contact with him and find yourself looking away just as fast.

he lives and breathes you- he only hopes you do the same.

i. a paper stack as tall as jack's beanstalk.

midday was always the slowest time during school days. classes went by increasingly slower as the clock approached closer to the hour to which the lunch period began.

your stomach grumbled in anticipation for the assortment of cafeteria foods that awaited for you as soon as the bell rung. you were practically jumping in you seat peevishly- unable to distract your mind from imagining what was on the menu today.

finally, the bell rung. the teacher nods in dismissal and every student bursts from their seats.

you quickly grab your bag resting against the desk leg and shove your belongings into its pouch before turning towards the exit.

that's when the teacher called your name.

"yn, could you come here for a moment?" they ask, waving a hand towards them. you have no option but to oblige.

suddenly, 2 tall stacks of printer paper etched with various texts slam onto the teacher's desk, and your mouth is left agape, already preparing for what they will ask of you.

"i need you to bring these to the office for me", they state, sheepishly rubbing their neck, "i've got to pick up my daughter for an appointment, i'm sorry..."

breaking away from your stupor, you shake your head violently, "i-it's no worries! i'll get it there right away!"

the teacher send you a grateful nod before gathering their stuff in a hurry and their footsteps descend down the hallway- a quick and irritating clacking sound ringing throughout the 3rd floor of the building. you pay no mind, only staring at the two large stacks before you- worries about your ability to eat your long awaited lunch bouncing throughout your head.

unbeknownst to you, gyuvin stood at the door, watching the whole affair transpire. he noticed your antsy demeanor during class, having sat behind you- watching you slightly bounce like a maniac and look back at the clock every few minutes. when he heard the teacher call your name just as you were about to rush out towards the cafeteria- he knew he had to prepare for the worst.

watching your face drop had only motivated him to help you more- but when he saw the two fat stacks of paper forced before you, he wasn't so sure that even his efforts could manage to get you to eat the lunch that you were willing to risk it all for.

you frown, the office building was on the first floor and currently, you were on the third. with no elevator, the school solely relied on stairs- and with the sight of the two tall stacks of paper, there was no way you were getting both of them down in one trip- you'd most likely have to make four.

groaning, you finally oblige to the task at hand and reach for the first quarter of papers you would bring down, using your tippy toes as a support. someone is quick to help though. a tall, lanky boy reaches out to steady the trembling stack, letting you grab half of the stack with ease.

without seeing his face, you already recognized who it was. not only were his huge hands a giveaway, also the height- and most of all, the fact that he's even here right now rather than getting lunch.

you rest the stack on your biceps and tuck it to your chest. now comfortable, you turn towards him.

"you should be eating lunch", you quirk your brow, gazing at him with sincere concern- he only feels his heartbeat pick up.

"so should you", he replies coolly, shrugging his shoulders and taking a whole stack of papers as if it weighed nothing.

you yelp, "i can handle it myself! you need to eat!"

he chuckles, shaking his head before nodding it towards the door, "well, if we get a move-on we'll both be able to eat lunch. how's that sound?"

you find yourself perking up at the mention of being able to enjoy your long awaited food and nod helplessly. he nods his head again, suggesting you start walking ahead of him and you comply, being the first to walk out the door and gyuvin following close behind.

gyuvin wasn't going to lie, the stack was heavy. but thankfully, with his height, the tall stack of papers did nothing to restrict his movement, his head still fully over the top of the stack.

the two of you stop in front of the stairs and you give him a weary look, "you sure you can make it down those without falling? we can always come back up again, there's still half a stack in the classroom..."

gyuvin smiles, nodding confidently, "we'll be okay! c'mon, the faster we get this done, the quicker we can eat lunch!"

you can't help but take note on how, despite asking a question directed to him, he still manages to include you in the answer. having first-handedly witnessed the natural way he still manages to think of others in the littlest of things evokes an unrecognizable emotion inside of you. suddenly, the sight of him makes you want to break out into a grin.

quickly, gyuvin turns back towards the stairs and steps down with a fastened pace- somehow, none of the papers that lay at the top of the stack fly in the opposite direction.

you giggle to yourself before jogging down the steps as well, trying your best to catch up to gyuvin while also maintaining the balance of the stack in your arms.

ii. he said, she said.

after taking a second trip up and down the three flights of stairs to hand over the other half of the stack you left behind, the two of your were satisfied with your work. the second trip around, the two of you were so caught up in conversation that the intention to rush was long forgotten.

as the two of you slowly walked towards the cafeteria, now discussing some silly shenanigans gyuvin and his friends had done during one of last year’s breaks, the bell rung once again, and the students flood the hallways the pair were striding down.

the two of you freeze in place, watching as the students head back towards their lockers to grab their belongings for the upcoming class.

you glance of gyuvin, frowing at the sight of his downcast expression- he had missed lunch just to help you sort out your paper stack predicament.

little do you know, gyuvin is feeling just the same- he helped you just so you could be able to eat lunch and there he was, selfishly talking to you, only to lead you to missing lunch completely. his plan was perfect, it was just that his execution turned out to be counterproductive.

"i am so sorry gyuvin... i really should've just done it myself", you ramble, clenching your fists in embarrassment. you fail to notice how he looks at you with concern.

taking his silence as an apology unaccepted, you cringe, "i'll find a way to make it up to you-"

"yn!" one of your friends call from a few feet away with great urgency, causing you to trail off on your sentence.

you look at him once more, painful apology painted across your face, before jogging along to see what your friend had urgently called you for.

the rest of the day was spent racking your brain for ways to make it up to gyuvin.

you could buy him a lunch, you pondered- but you decided he was worth more.

how about a giftcard somewhere?- well, you weren't 30... it seemed like an old gift.

everything you thought, it always seemed like it was never enough. gyuvin deserved way more than just a free lunch, or giftcard, or an apology. he was gyuvin for godsakes, he helped you and everyone he could, no questions asked, he's kind, and for some reason- the mere shadow of his presences sends your stomach fluttering.

with guilt bubbling in your stomach since lunch, you've finally reached the end of the day. putting away the textbooks that weighed your backpack down onto the metal shelf of your locker- a certain name uttered by a group of friends behind you perks your ears.

"what did you guys get for gyuvin's birthday tomorrow?" and suddenly an idea hits you like a truck.

you found the perfect way to make it up to him. gyuvin loved people- what if you held him a little surprise party first thing tomorrow?

you twist around and but into their conversation- an obnoxious gesture, but with your mind racing miles a minute, that was the least of your worries.

"is it really gyuvin's birthday tomorrow?" you ask, looking around to meet the faces of his close friends- the eight of them stand there a little taken aback before they collect themselves.

"yeah!" matthew, if you remember correctly, confirms happily, sending you a warm smile.

"what if we held him a surprise party?" you suggest, surveying each of their faces to take in their reactions.

each of them light up, "where are we gonna get everything?"

"don't worry, i'll take care of everything... just meet me at the school about an hour to half-an-hour early!"

iii. a lunchbox cake.

it didn't take long for the rest of your class to absorb the (not-so-secret) surprise party plan for their beloved classmate, but you never minded- afterall, gyuvin deserved only the best and that showed through the devotion of the many people he's helped giving a hand to create a great celebration. the rest of the day was spent running errands for the last minute plans.

holding two bags full of decorations which ranged from balloons to silly little party hats you bought for the laughs, you head over to your favourite bakery- they had recently started advertising lunchbox cakes.

you requested two of these cakes- hoping it will be enough to feed everyone to satisfaction, but not enough to create a herd of hyper teenagers. one cake was to be a simple white- a cursive birthday message in black buttercream decorating the top and sprinkles made through piping icing directly onto the cake taking up awkward gaps where something felt missing.

the second cake was to have a teal background and a puppy wearing a pink birthday hat in the middle- all made of icing.

despite feeling bad about the amount of work they had to put in in such a short amount of time, they assured you that you are a beloved customer and they appreciate you always coming to support them- they accepted the order with no hesitation. you explained your deadline, saying you'll be there to pick it up an hour before your classes start and you watch as they immediately start on the batter. on your way out, you thank them profusely

all that was left was setting it up and presenting it to the birthday boy.

iv. surprise?

the clicking of your loafers against the cement along with the wind rapidly dancing past you rings your ears- the sound of the early morning traffic is easily muffled.

you run frantically towards the bakery- you had gotten a text from hanbin that they were at the school ready to set up, and feeling bad that they would have to wait- you decide to drop off the decorations and then head back to pick up the cake (bad decision). you were now frantically running- only having 25 minutes to get back to the school, cakes fully intact and looking presentable. 25 minutes and then classes would start- 25 minutes and you'll see gyuvin walk in and-

turning the corner expecting to see the entrance of the bakery in view, instead you are met with a lanky figure in a very familiar school uniform.

"oh!" the boy yelps, grabbing onto your arm to save you from a painful fall onto the concrete.

at the voice, you eyes widen- gyuvin was here, right now.

"ah, g-gyuvin!" you stammer, tilting your head up to greet the boy.

at the sight of your slightly messy hair, the boy giggles, causing you to quickly run your hands over your head to smooth it out.

"what are you doing here?" you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your bicep in attempt to act natural- you needed to get out of there immediately, but without being rude? that was impossible.

"oh... i thought i'd pick you up a pastry since i made you skip lunch yesterday..."

you perk up at this confession, tilting your head in consideration.

it was his birthday and he was getting something for you...

"you... didn't make me do anything gyuvin, really it's okay!" you comfort, watching as his eyes grow wide.

"why are you here?"

you didn't know how to answer that question.

"well i... um.." gyuvin patiently awaits your answer but rests a hand on your head after he senses your struggling.

"you don't need to tell me, it's alright. you wanna come inside with me so you can pick your treat?"

pursing your lips, you nod after a second and follow him inside.

"what's your favourite pastry?" he asks, surverying the dainty bakery.

"yn!" the woman behind the counter shouts, catching both you and gyuvin's attention.

"you come here a lot?" he questions, the tilt of his head makes your heart clench; you nod sheepishly before excusing yourself. while you walk away, gyuvin internally praises himself for the choice of bakery.

rushing over to the counter, you thank her gratefully and open the two boxes just an inch to inspect the cakes.

they were perfect, the cake with the dog was perfectly smooth and the icing art was admirable, the other cake was perfectly plain. simple, yet elegant.

you turn back to gyuvin, who eyes the two boxes curiously and you shrug.

"what's all that?" he nods towards the two boxes as you walk back up towards him.

"surprise", you smile, your nerves now calmed- everything was going to be fine, all you needed to do was get gyuvin to the school.

gyuvin hums, seemingly content enough with your answer. he then moves to walk up to the cashier but you grab his wrist frantically.

"there's no need, really! seeing you enjoy these cakes is enough for me!” you stumble, saying the first reasonable explanation to get back to the school right away.

it takes you a few moments to realize your mistake, but when you do, you find yourself frozen in place.

great going.

“surprise, huh?” he chuckled, staring at your appalled expression.

“well… it was supposed to be…” you mumble, shifting between your two feet awkwardly.

sensing your shame, gyuvin places a hand on your shoulder in comfort, “hey, it’s okay… i didn’t mean it that way, you’re just too cute not to tease.”

you perk up at his confession, now it was his turn to face you, appalled by his own mouth.

“that was supposed to be a secret too…” you giggle, taking his hand in attempt to calm his nerves.

“c’mon birthday boy, that’s not the only surprise”, gyuvin follows like a puppy, gripping your hand back happily once he comes back to his senses.

v. birthday wish granted.

you walk up to the classroom in anticipation, hopefully, everything was fully put up and everyone was ready to greet the boy a happy birthday.

you tried to make it known you were going down the hallway, extending your voice a few decibals higher than usual- you only hoped gyuvin didn't notice.

still holding his hand, you drag him over to the classroom. once the two of you stood in front on the room door, you looked at him with a wide grin- his eyebrows furrow and his gaze softens at the sight of your smile.

pursing your lips, you gesture for him to move in front of you- it seems like gyuvin had figured out your other surpise a while ago as he gives you a knowing look, but obliges nonetheless. before he turns to slide the door open, he gently cups your face.

the contact of his lips on your forehead feels majestic. it was delicate and meaningful- a small peck meant so much.

he then looks at you for permission, you only nod, reading his face for his next action.

he smirks before leaning down, now level with your lips.

by pure coincidence- yujin, who overheard the two in the hallway and was getting impatient- slid the door open, ready to peek out to see if you two were close by.

instead he finds you two inches apart- suddenly the two of you jump back.

theres a pregnant silence before matthew pops up from behind a desk, his eyes darting from you and the birthday boy and then at your hands. he smirks cheekily at the sight, “happy birthday gyuvin! i’d tell you to make a wish but it looks like it’s already come true.”

navi. mlist.

#. . . 🖋️ zhng’s prose #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 #zerobaseone #gyuvin x reader #kim gyuvin x reader #gyuvin fluff #kim gyuvin fluff #gyuvin imagine #kim gyuvin imagine

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milkmissiles · 1 year ago

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Mha boys when you have a stomach ache

(Because I am currently in excruciating pain lol)

Fluff. Literally just comfort and fluff. A little bit of implied spice.

Character index: denki, bakugou, shouto, kirishima x GN reader

Denki

This bitch would be so dramatic.

He would ask you all the questions.. like for someone who isn't book smart at all he sure does know a shit ton of symptoms.

Please humor him though he just wants to make sure your not dying.

I mean waking up in the middle of the night to see you curled up in a ball, tears rolling down your face, and your entire body tense and shaking is definitely a terrifying site for this poor boy..

But once you convince him you actually are not on deaths door, he will calm down a bit. He's still freaked the fuck out and absolutely has no idea what he's supposed to do but he will try his best.

He will hold you close all night, rubbing small circles into your stomach to distract you, if it's really bad he might give you some little shocks to distract you more.

In the morning, he'll run you a hot bath, helping you get in. But he won't leave you to your bath without saying something like, "Aren't you gonna be lonely in there without me? Y'know I could totally join you~"

He really likes to test his luck...

But once you shoot him a bit of a glare, indicating you are definitely not in the mood with the pain and all. He will leave you to it.

Although you have to admit baths are a lot more boring without him around...

Bakugou

He would somehow find a way to get mad at you?

Like bakugou wakes up to see you like dying on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position, and his first thought is to scold the absolute shit out of you...

"What the hell's up with you? Why are you curled up like that on the floor? You're gonna give yourself a headache if you sleep without head support idiot! Get back on the bed right now you stupid fuck!!"

He literally drags you back into bed by you collar before storming out of the room. He comes back with an advil, a glass of water and a snack and pretty much stuffs your face with them.

"You have a stomach ache, huh? Well, maybe you shouldn't have eaten that piece of toast you dropped on the floor!! I swear if you didn't have me you'd be dead! How stupid do you have to be to get yourself sick like this huh?? Huh?!"

He would say all this while stuffing a pain killer down your throat and force feeding you a granola bar...

"C'mon eat. You can't take advil on an empty stomach dumbass! Get it together you should know this!"

Once he's done scolding you, he'll huff, laying back down on the bed. Positioning himself so he's spooning you. One of his hands on your stomach, the other in-between your thighs. Turning himself into your own personal heat pack.

He'll make sure you get to sleep before he let's himself fall back asleep.

In the morning, he'll make you breakfast, your favorite breakfast in fact. The whole time grumbling about how its your fault he got no sleep last night. Shoving a plate of beautifully cooked food infront of you...

As pissed as he makes you think he is, he really was worried about you.

Shouto

As cold as the people who don't know him think he is. You know him well enough to know he's a huge softy.

He would immediately ask of your ok. Rubbing your back gently. He doesn't even skip a beat when he sees you curled up in child's pose on your shared bed, your breath sharp and unsteady.

Asks you if you need need anything, and when you respond with a sad sounding "sleep," He smiles softly at you. Thinking you look kinda cute like this..

After he gives himself a moment to figure out what you need, he'll go to your medicine cabinet and get you a painkiller. He'll pour you a glass of water and light a sented candle for extra relaxation. He is determined to get you some sleep.

He will pet your hair softly, speaking to you with the gentlest tone.

"Hey, y/n... can you sit up for me, please? I got you a painkiller, but you need to sit up to take it...*

He would help you up, giving you the pill and the water. He would help you lay back down. Cuddling you up to his left side and heating it up a bit to help your muscles relax. And if you start getting too hot, he'll place his right hand on the back of your neck. Cooling you off.

He would keep you at the perfect temperature to sleep. And you would sleep. Surprisingly enough, one of the best sleeps of your entire life.

Kirishima

This poor boy is absolutely lost.

He has zero idea how to help you and is instead left trying to calm you down as you sob into the bed sheets...

(Please, he's so freaked out)

I can see him patting your back like an awkward dad y'know?

He tries to talk you out of it too. Trying to act like he's not scared out of his mind that you're dying or some shit..

"Hey.. hey. You're ok.. you're ok, right? You're fine. Im here. You don't have to cry.. please don't cry.. are you okay??"

He's trying so hard but is so confused. Your talking is almost unintelligible through your tears, but eventually, he hears a soft, "advil..." Through the sobs.

He will fetch you some immediately. It takes him less than a minute before he's back. Advil in hand. A very determined look on his face.

Within like 30 minutes your passed out on his chest again. Sleeping oh so peacefully. He can finally breath, thanking the gods your ok. He was so worried you have no idea. Or I guess you probably do considering how he was fumbling over his words and desperately trying to help you. Now he just runs his hands through your hair, falling asleep in the quiet bliss of your breathing.

He will research the fuck out of this in the morning and make sure he is well prepared for the next incident. After all it is so not manly to not know how to care for your significant other..

#mha #mha denki #mha bakugou #mha kirishima #mha todoroki #mha shoto #denki headcanons #denki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #bakugou headcanons #todoroki headcanons #kirishima headcanon

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lenorashore · 2 months ago

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Ch. 13 The Other Side of Silence (Excerpt)

A sneak peek chapter of my upcoming Ominis x f!MC fic, "Beneath the Contempt" Tags: Enemies ➡️ Lovers, Rough sex, Hate sex, He finishes inside Rating: Mature, all characters are 18+ Words: 2.5k

✨️Corresponding audio found here - WARNING: SPICY🌶️ ;)

✨️Audio of the continuation found here - also spicy🌶️;)

The atmosphere in the Undercroft was heavy and charged as MC stepped inside. The cursed wand lay in its signature spot on the table in the center of the room. Ominis was already there, pacing back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I wasn’t sure you’d actually come,” he said without looking at her. His voice was sharp.

It had only been an hour since Ominis heard Eric kiss her. The sound had echoed in his mind ever since. He’d tried to dismiss it, telling himself it didn’t matter — that she didn’t matter in that way — but his clenched jaw and unsteady hands only gave his subconscious away.

Before he even realized it, he’d drafted a letter summoning her to the Undercroft. A flimsy excuse about needing to speak with her immediately regarding the project, but he knew the truth: he needed to see her, to remind her of the gravity of what they were dealing with. Maybe even to remind her of him.

It wasn’t just the wand he wanted to keep her away from. It was Eric. Every laugh she shared with him felt like an unwelcome tether pulling her further away.

He paced the Undercroft, the letter sent and the cursed wand mocking him from its place on the table.

When the gate opened and she stepped inside, Ominis turned sharply toward her, his pulse quickening despite his carefully composed expression. She looked confused but determined.

“What’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” MC asked, her tone tinged with curiosity.

Ominis hesitated, the words he’d prepared slipping away like sand through his fingers. But he still managed, “We need to study the wand again. It’s too dangerous to let it sit idle.”

MC slammed her book on the table, the sound echoing through the Undercroft and startling him. “This is ridiculous, Ominis. We can’t keep doing this. The wand is impossible to study without one of us getting—” she gestured at him vaguely, “weird about it. You should just pick a new topic.”

Ominis stopped abruptly. “Pick a new topic? Are you serious? After everything we’ve been through to acquire that cursed thing, you want to throw in the towel now?”

“It’s not throwing in the towel; it’s self-preservation!” she snapped. “Every time we’re near that wand, it’s like... like it’s pulling us apart. Or worse, pulling us into something darker. Can’t you see that?”

His jaw tightened. “What I see is someone who’s ready to quit because it’s hard. Research isn’t supposed to be easy, MC.”

“This isn’t just hard, Ominis! It’s dangerous! To both of us! Have you forgotten what it did to me? Or to you?”

Ominis scoffed. “Of course I haven’t forgotten. But maybe that’s exactly why we need to see this through. If we give up now, what happens if someone else gets their hands on it? We need to understand it.”

She threw up her hands in exasperation. “This is crazy… you were always the voice of reason, Ominis — always the one trying to prevent Sebastian and I from doing something foolish. Yet here you sit, playing with fire!”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “If you’re so afraid of it ruining you, maybe you should step aside and let me handle it alone.”

Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed. “Fine. You want to self-destruct? Be my guest. I tried to help after giving you your space for a while, but now I see I should have never come back.”

The tension in the Undercroft reached a boiling point as Ominis clenched his fists at his sides. “You know what, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised you want to abandon the project. It’s easier to focus on trivial distractions, isn’t it?”

MC blinked, her confusion quickly replaced by anger. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Ominis shot back with venom. “I’ve seen you with Eric lately. Laughing at everything he says, letting him put his arm around you like you’re some lovesick schoolgirl.”

Her mouth dropped open in disbelief. “You’re seriously bringing Eric into this? What does he have to do with anything?”

“Everything!” Ominis snapped, stepping closer. “He’s a smug, self-serving idiot who’s only interested in one thing, and you’re falling for it like you don’t know any better! As a result, it's distracting you from me! I-I mean the wand and its effects on us!”

Her eyes narrowed as she stood her ground. “Excuse me? You don’t get to stand there and call me gullible, Ominis. I know how to handle myself.”

“Do you?” His voice rose and his usually calm composure unraveled. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re letting him charm you with empty words and a fake smile. He’s not interested in you, MC. Not the real you. He’s interested in what he can get out of you.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “And what about you, Ominis? What exactly are you interested in? Because it seems to me like you spend more time judging me than helping yourself!”

His face twisted in frustration. “I’m trying to protect you! Not that you’d notice, since you’re too busy letting Eric play the gallant hero.”

“Protect me?” she repeated. “By insulting me? By acting like you have the right to decide who I talk to or who I trust? Since when the hell did you care about any of that? Need I remind you that we despise each other?”

“It’s not about deciding, it’s about seeing things clearly!” his voice cracked. “And right now, you’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you.”

“And what’s that, Ominis?” she challenged, stepping closer to him. “Go on, say it. What am I not seeing?”

The moment she stepped closer, the dragon-shaped handle of the wand nearby seemed to pulse with life, its emerald eyes casting an eerie glow. The insidious voice stirred within his mind, slithering through his thoughts like a predator waiting to strike.

It’s time.

Ominis froze, his breath hitching as the words reverberated in his skull. For a fleeting second, the urge to surrender to its call was almost too strong to resist.

But then he sensed her eyes with his own wand — earnest, searching, and filled with determination.

She always looked so beautiful when she was inquisitive.

Ominis couldn't help but ponder to himself, taking a final step closer to her, ‘Maybe just a taste…’

He shook his head violently, forcing the haze to clear.

Not now. Not like this.

He froze as he realized how far he’d let the argument spiral. Both of them stared at each other as if daring the other to speak first.

And then, suddenly, he lost the fight and closed the distance between them. His hands cupped her face with an urgency that sent her heart racing, and before she could process what was happening, his lips crashed into hers.

The kiss was fierce, almost bruising, fueled by weeks of pent-up frustration, anger, and something deeper that neither of them had dared to name. MC’s hands gripped his shirt as she kissed him back, matching his intensity. Her mind was spinning at the sheer force of it all.

For a moment, there was no wand, no curse — just the two of them tangled in a whirlwind of emotions they couldn’t suppress any longer.

"You always were so stubborn," he murmured against her lips. His heart pounded a rapid, erratic rhythm in his chest that matched the chaos of his thoughts. He hated her — hated everything about her — yet here she was, pushing him to the edge of reason.

“I disagree,” she said, her voice steady. “You’re just not persuasive enough.”

Before he could react, her lips were ferociously back on his. He eagerly reciprocated.

When he had first kissed her in Hogsmeade, he didn't take the opportunity to taste her, but rather just enjoyed the sensation. Now, he realized that she tasted glorious — sweet, like a honeysuckle. She, on the other hand, moaned in response to getting to taste his own sweet flavor again.

Ominis’ hands were everywhere, roaming over MC’s body with a possessiveness that made her heart race. But truth be told, he was just trying to memorize every last detail and curvature of her body. He knew he wouldn’t get this opportunity again, so he wanted to make sure to enjoy it while he still could.

They were moving quickly with their fervor, like they were being timed. MC’s heart pounded in her chest as Ominis ripped her button shirt open at the center, sending the buttons catapulting into the air. He growled against her skin as he unclasped her bra.

“You and these little schoolgirl outfits…”

Before she could react, his hands found the zipper of her skirt on her lower back, pulling it down with a quick, practiced motion.

She gasped as the skirt pooled on the ground, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but her panties, knee socks, and heeled uniform shoes. She instinctively covered her chest.

He quickly stepped back and pulled out his wand to read her nearly naked body. The glowing red tip raked over her figure, taking in every inch of her. He motioned his wand to her hands resting over her breasts.

“Move them,” he commanded.

She gulped at his command and, against her better judgment, lowered her arms to her sides, revealing her large assets that had once fallen onto him outside of Jackdaw’s tomb.

He shuddered as he observed for a while before stepping back to her, pulling her close to his chest. “You're such a pain in the arse, but god damn, are you beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire as he met her with another intense makeout.

Without parting her lips from his, she tugged at his clothes, eager to expose his pale body before her. He helped her with swiftness, unbuttoning his trousers as she loosened his tie and undid his shirt buttons one-by-one.

When he was left in just his boxers, his tongue begged for entrance at her mouth and she immediately obliged. He held the back of her head as his Salazar trait slithered against the inside of her cheeks.

She was completely enamored by him. This man who she had hated and despised her in return for years was all over her. But she couldn’t pull herself away either. His desire was seeping out of him, a contagious affliction that she was not immune to. Her confusion at it all was overpowered by her eagerness to match his intensity.

She tugged at the hem of his boxers and he murmured against her cheek. “Take them off. Now.”

She immediately swiped them down and off of him as his length sprang free before her face. She stared in awe at its grandeur for several moments before Ominis pulled her back to her feet.

Without a word, he reached for her panties and simply ripped them clean off of her.

She gasped at his strength. She had never seen him so physically dominant before, only when duelling. But with his slender body now exposed and on display for her, she was enamored by the curvature and divots of his muscles — his pecks, his shoulders, his biceps.

She practically fell back into his arms, praying for him to take her. “Please, Ominis… please…” she begged him in a hushed whisper that was still full of want.

He quickly conjured a bed and backed her up against it, sending both of them tumbling onto the mattress coated in satin sheets, him on top of her. He positioned his body between her legs and she draped hers on either side of him, knees bent up almost as if to cradle him there.

Like she didn’t want him to go anywhere.

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

Ominis didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he was inside her.

MC cried out with pleasure, her back arching as he filled her up.

Ominis groaned in both bliss and disbelief at her tightness around him. They began to move together, their bodies grinding in a rhythm that was both primal and beautiful.

"I fucking hate you," MC gasped, her nails digging into Ominis' back.

"I hate you too," he replied, his hips slapping against hers as he drove deeper and deeper.

The sex was rough and raw, but it was also ardent and intense.

“You're such a prick…” she whispered from around her moans.

“And you're a whiny little brat…” he sighed in return as he only continued pumping into her.

As they moved together, MC could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. With the grip of his strong hands on her hips, she could feel her orgasm building deep inside her, and she knew that it was going to be intense.

"Oh, no…" she gasped, her brows curled upward in pleasure. “I t-think it's happening…!”

With his hips still slapping against hers, Ominis groaned in response, "Be a good girl for once and cum for me.”

And with that, she let go.

Her orgasm tore through her like a freight train, and she cried out with pleasure as she came — hard.

He whined as she clenched around him, locking him in.

‘Merlin, she feels so good…’ he thought to himself. He couldn't get over how incredible she felt: her tightness, her breasts rippling against his chest, her sweet and silky legs draped around him…

Feeling her so vulnerable at his hand only empowered him to take more from her. He was determined to make her collapse further beneath him.

He repositioned her hips a bit so her entrance was angled up towards him. Instead of thrusting back and forth, he was now pounding down into her, using gravity to his advantage. He quickly bottomed out and it didn't take much for his impressive length to begin tapping her cervix. “Oh, fuck… yes…” he whimpered.

Her eyes widened at the new sensation of him as deep inside her as possible. She began pawing at his torso and arms. “Wait, too much-!”

His breathing heightened as his eyes began to flutter, his voice shaky. “I c-can't, I'm cumming-!”

She had no choice but to lie there and take him, her eyes rolling back.

After a few sloppy thrusts, Ominis groaned into the air, his roar echoing off the stone walls. His own orgasm rippled through him as he filled her up with his seed.

He remained hunched over her as his cock pulsed within her walls, rhythmically giving her his essence. She cried out at the warmth pooling in her lower abdomen.

“It’s so… warm…!” She managed in between breaths. He held her tight at her words as they only encouraged him to spill more. When he finally finished, he rolled off of her and laid down next to her.

They lay there in silence for several minutes, the only sound between them being their labored breaths. Finally, MC mustered the courage to break the stillness.

“We speak of this…” she panted, her voice unsteady. “...to no one.”

“No one,” he repeated behind his own breaths. “This never happened.”

“Agreed,” she echoed, her tone firm despite the quiver in it. “And it never will again.”

He nodded, a silent agreement passing between them. Yet, even as the words left their lips, both found themselves yearning for the very thing they had just sworn never to repeat.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #enemies to lovers

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bisexualcage · 1 year ago

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Stunt Work, PART. 2 | Johnny Cage x Trans Male | MDNI 🔞, NSFW!!

part 1 here <-

After that first time you thought Johnny wasn’t the type to stick around, nonetheless the one to keep up with the people he hooks up with— but you were wrong of course. You both exchanged numbers after wrapping filming and that was it for a few weeks, he kept texting you constantly asking when you’re off. But you were a busy guy, you had stunt work to do for another film you were working on— as much as you wanted to see him again.

“It’s been 2 weeks, sweet cheeks…come on!”

“I told you, diva, I’m busy.”

“I’m busy too stud. U ain’t special in that. I want 2 see u.”

“You wanna get pegged that bad?”

“Yes ;) but also…I just wanna see that pretty face of yours…what do u say?”

You were smiling down at your phone till you hear the director of choreography call you over to the practicing mat to practice your stunts for a future scene. About half an hour passed of you sweating and grunting all over the mat, you were exhausted and so was the choreographer.

“Alright, one more time and we’re calling it a day. Now— come on.” The choreographer motioned you over as he breathed heavily.

You walked over and got in to a fighting stance in front of him, you wrestled and tumbled until he had you in a headlock.

“Loosen up on the headlock, bro.” You grunted,

“We’ve done this about 30 times— now break out of it as I’ve shown you.” He talked down your ear behind you, holding you in a tight lock.

“Alright alright-“ you said quickly and winced, as you were about to break out of the headlock you hear a sort of commotion on the other side of the filming set. A bunch of filming crew and cast running to the entrance of the set. Then you heard people yelling “Johnny!” and you froze in your spot.

“Hey, no distractions. We gotta finish this.” The choreographer director tightened his grip around your head making you annoyed.

“Dude- who the hell is there?” You groan at him. Your heart accelerated and your breath came in short.

You knew exactly who it probably was causing a frenzy like that, but the question was how the hell did he know where you were at specifically and what film you were shooting when you never regaled him in those details.

“Don’t know and I don’t care if it’s Jesus Christ himself- now-“ he tried to finish but got shortly interrupted.

“What do we have here, huh?” Johnny walked up to the mat, his hands on his hips as he sported his usual smirk looking down at you both in a rather complicated position.

Your head shoots up, “What the hell are you doing here? Are you crazy?”, and in a quick motion you flip the choreographer from behind over your shoulders, making him land on his back on the mat.

Johnny makes an impressed expression, looking down at you with a lustful expression that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. “You didn’t reply to my text, stud! What else was I supposed to do?”

The fighting choreography groaned as he got up and sent glares at both of you, “this isn’t a get together for your Hollywood friends to come to— this is a filming set.”

Johnny chuckled at the man’s hostility, “Don’t worry, I cleared it with the filming director. He’s a good buddy of mine. So is G.I Joe here…” he looks at your sweaty frame, up and down. The choreography noticed this and rolled his eyes as he walked off.

You scoffed loudly, wiping your brow at his nerve— but you couldn’t hide how amused you were at his dedication. “Again, are you out of your mind? How the hell did you find me?”

Johnny walked closer to you now, taking his shades off, “I have connections— plus your IMDb is pretty informative. Said this film was in pre production and I got to calling a few contacts of mine as to its filming locations, and WALAH! how’s that for smart honey?” He cocked his eyebrow up.

You couldn’t help but shake your head with a slight grin at the edge of your lips. “All of this because I didn’t answer your text? I was obviously working.”

“Oh I saw. Two weeks without seeing you and you’re already snuggling with Mr Choreographer, huh?” He said in a humorous tone but his eyes betrayed him, a jealousy behind them.

You huff incredulously, “We were clearly practicing. What’s it to you anyways? You’re putting your image at risk by interrupting pre production and being seen with me.”

Johnny’s expression turned unreadable and his smirk was gone, “I know, I know, it’s dumb. But I can’t help but not give a shit-“

You’re taken aback at this, rubbing your neck and not knowing what to say; “Johnny, the first time we ya know…” you clear your throat trying to word it well, “…you went on about how important your self image was…not wanting stuff to get out.”

Johnny sucked his teeth in, clearly conflicted; “Yes, listen- these past 2 weeks I haven’t been able to concentrate- can’t sleep, hell- I can’t even eat, it’s like a disease.”

You make a confused expression, “What…?”

The star’s expression becomes humorous again at your confused face, “Sweetheart, I’m trying to….say I like you….probably too much for my liking.”

There’s a silence that grew, your face turns red. You knew there was some sort of mutual interest but you didn’t know it had the man practically insane. It made your stomach erupt with butterflies.

“I do too. But you and I know this…is risky with me being a guy.” You say with slight solemn on your face.

Johnny scoffs loudly, “That’s the thing— I don’t give a flying fuck. I came all the way here for this I can’t take it anymore not being able to just…be me. You’ve taken over my brain ever since we… it’s like a spell- you’re driving me crazy.”

You were speechless, blushing of sorts, the film crew around you trying to get an earful of what Johnny was hissing at you. “Oh brother…” you touch your chest, “You just gonna dump all of this on me on a Tuesday morning?”

Johnny doesn’t budge and stares at you with undeniable longing.

“Can we do this somewhere else?” You sigh and whisper, signaling towards your trailer.

—

Once you’re both in your trailer before you can’t even turn around and speak with him, he rushes over and brings you for a soul crushing hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. As if it would kill him if he parted with you. This wasn’t just sexual longing, this was also something else entirely. So you rubbed his back softly.

“Are you okay?” You whisper in his ear.

“Fuck, you probably think I’m looney.” He mumbles against your neck, his hug growing tighter.

“I- I dont. Just tell me what’s up?”

Johnny didn’t say anything for a whole minute, just mowing over how to say things as he held you. “My dad was an asshole. I hated him as much as I tried to please him. Made me hide things that made me…well ME. Was like that for years. All I ever wanted was to make him proud, but it was never enough for him. He called me a ‘pussy’ when….” He trailed off, pausing for a second before resuming; “…I cried over a neighborhood cat getting ran over. I was 8. That type of crap…sticks with you— I guess what I’m trying to say is…that first day I was with you, when we talked, I didn’t feel judged or denied or ridiculed for the first time ever.” He pulls you a bit tighter against him.

You hug him back, rocking him back and forth, after a while of silence you speak up; “Is…is your dad still around? Did he know about ya know…you swinging for both teams?”

Johnny tenses up slightly and pulls back as he looks at you in the eyes now, his arms still around your waist; “I don’t know, haven’t seen him in years, he probably suspects something but I don’t give a shit .”

Nodding understandably, “Johnny…why did you tell me all of this?” You look at him softly.

Johnny brings you in again but this time crashing his lips on to yours, making your eyes widen but then slowly relax as he kept shifting his lips against yours. There was hunger behind it, the way he tried to basically inhale you. When he finally pulled back he leaned his forehead against yours with a smirk, his big brown eyes boring in to your shy ones; “I usually wouldn’t— but I can’t help but spill like a can of beans. It’s sick- you’re making me ill and vulnerable-“ he says with a hint of humor as he touches your nose with his.

You chuckle softly, “Oh hollywood, what am I gonna do with you?”

Johnny’s eyes turn lustful, “Peg me…that’s what, honey.”

“You’re still with that?” You chuckle with a blush.

“Hey! You said you would!” He does a mocking pout.

Walking over to your dresser you look through it and take out a box, Johnny following behind you like a tail. You open the box in front of his curious eyes, taking out a black strap on. His eyes widened and then a smirk appeared.

“I’m not sure you can take this, superstar.” You grin back and laugh at how silly it all was.

“Oh you don’t know what I can or cannot take, sweetheart.” He bit his lip as he leaned in pressed his lips against your neck. “I’m gonna take you.” He whispered against your skin, his breath warm.

Goosebumps appeared all over your hot skin as you let him trail wet kisses down your neck to your collarbone, you close your eyes and let out soft noises. After a minute, without warning he begins to pull his pants down and your eyes widen still not used to it.

“Your confidence never ceases to amaze me, Cage.” You smirk as you seem him in his boxer briefs.

“Hey, I gotta live up to my reputation hotshot.” He approaches you and starts unbuttoning your shirt, slowly with precision. Studying your reaction as he did one button at a time. His brown eyes glancing down at your semi revealed torso and then up at your reddened face. He was so gentle, so careful.

“I have a binder underneath …I’d prefer if that….” You trail off, slightly nervous.

Johnny nodded and undid the last button but not before cupping your cheek in his hand; “You want me to leave it on, sweetheart?”

You nod, shyly, looking elsewhere. “Yes. I know it’s not healthy to…leave it on while engaging in…ya know, but for now…”

He slides your shirt off, your black binder underneath being shown for the first time, he studies it before looking back at your expression; “You okay with this? You can just tell me to go to hell-“

You chuckle, “It’s fine, Hollywood.”, you start unbuttoning your pants now, leaving you in your briefs.

Johnny gives you a grin before removing his own shirt and pants in a jiffy, there was a gleam of excitement in his brown eyes as he almost tripped while taking his pants off which in turn made you giggle.

“So I assume you’ve done this sort of thing before?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

Johnny snorts, “Of course I have, that being said— please tell me you’re gonna lube it.”

“I’m not a novice at this, why do you think I own one?” You start looking for the lube in your drawers.

“Bad, bad boy.” He sends you a wink.

When you find it, you start lubing the strap on, giving Johnny a mischievous smile, “You better not make too many noises Cage, my crew is outside this trailer—“

Johnny shrugs, “Not the first time I’ve gotten a headline written over people hearing what goes on behind closed doors.”

You wince as you hear him say that, “God I’m sorry you got creepy ass people writing articles about your sex life-“

Johnny waves his hand dismissively with a grin, “Nah, part of me doesn’t care, creepy bastards might as well.”

You sit down on your bed, motioning for him to sit next to you. As he does that, he looks at you with lustful eyes again, “Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean it’s okay, alright? People need to mind their business.” You say softly.

Johnny chuckles and leans his forehead against yours, “I swear…the way you’re so darn caring and soft with me honey, it gives me the worst boner on this planet.” He whispers, his hot breath against your face. You look down and see his boxers are tight, the fabric stretching against his evident hard on.

Johnny then leans in without warning and crashes his lips on to yours, slipping his warm tongue in your mouth and exploring. You let out a groan against his lips as your tongue now brushes against his. He then softly slides his hands down your bare sides and leans your back down against the soft bed as he keeps devouring your lips. Your lower abdomen already tightening and growing warm by the second. You decide to try and take over, catching him off guard as you flip him on his back.

“Woah baby- if you wanted to be the boss you could have just told me.” He smirks up at you while he caresses your thighs softly, you straddling his waist.

“Ready?” You start putting the strap on around your hips without wasting time.

The actor’s eyes widen and his face flushes for the first time, a rare but nice change to see for once. He swallowed deep for a second before his cocky demeanor came back; “Hell yeah- have your way with me.” He squeezes your thighs, his eyes turning dark.

You took that as a sign to grab his hips and turning him to lay with his back facing you, his face nuzzled in to your sheets as you felt slight friction between your cunt as you straddle his ass that was covered by his briefs.

“Oh fuck-“ he lets out, you could see how he breathed heavily and his shoulder blades contracted.

You back away a little and start sliding his briefs down to his thighs, having a complete view of his pale soft ass. It made you grow warm, a redness on your face. It looks like he noticed your sudden apprehensiveness as he chuckled against the covers; “Don’t bail on me now baby, you were so bold just a min- AH SHIT-“

Before he can even finish the sentence you press the lubed tip of the strap on dildo against his cheeks, prying them open slowly as they just briefly touch his ass hole. “What was that?” you said in a teasing, dominant tone. Your hands gripping his hips now tightly as the dildo teased his entrance.

“That’s cold- that damn lube-“ he laughs, “Oh you fucking tease-“ he breathes heavily, as he looks slightly over his shoulder at you with a grin.

“Shhh-“ you try and shush him as you try and enter his entrance slowly, your hips moving forward gently.

Johnny groaned loudly, gripping the bed sheets as the dildo stretched his ass hole out more and more. “fuck baby-“ he hissed, his face falling on to the sheets as his stayed up.

There was a grin of pride on your face, having such a prideful man on his knees as you took him from behind, it was definitely making you more and more turned on. You didn’t need to have an actual dick to guess how it felt, how his walls closed around you, how he shivered against you, you just knew and it made your cunt wet.

“Agh- shit-“ you hissed, getting a sudden impulse to not hold back anymore and shove the dildo deeper inside him and making him whimper loudly, probably making your crew outside hear it.

“God, that’s it, right there baby boy-“ he moaned, you’ve never never seen him so vulnerable before, he was so excited you could see the practical erection he had that was rubbing against the bed sheets. He was so in to it that he shoved his ass further against you and the strap on.

You bite your lip, almost making it hurt as you start moving slowly back and forth against his trembling ass cheeks, his pleadings become louder and at this point you couldn’t bother with who heard. You could tell you were hitting the g spot in his ass by how deep your thrusts were and how he whimpered against the sheets, the once all cocky actor now on his knees and groaning. His cheeks flushed red, as he looked back every once in a while at you ramming in to him.

As you kept thrusting in a steady rhythm in to him, you leaned over his back and wrapped your arms around his lower abdomen, your face against his spine as you reached down gripped his throbbing cock that was already oozing with pre cum, the actor immediately moaned, his eyes widening as all his senses were being overstimulated by you.

“Easy, Hollywood…” your chest rubbed against his back and you began jerking him from behind as your hips kept moving inside him.

“Oh- F- fuck baby- please- ahh-“ he said in a high pitch, already about to bust wide open. Your fingers gripped his shaft and your movements became more desperate, you were becoming more and more wet under your strap on.

Johnnys face and neck were bright red and you could sworn you saw some tears in his eyes by how stimulated he was, his face looking at you at an angle from the soft sheets, you grunt and jerk him off more as you kept rammed in to him, your eyes staring right in to his. Soon, he let out a loud whimper as he reached his climax; “OHHHH- OHHHH FUCK, YOU LITTLE SLUT YOU- agh-“ his cum oozing all over your hand and the sheets, ribbons everywhere.

You softly moan and pull out of him gently, falling back in to the bed, but not before grabs you by your jaw and kisses you roughly, shoving his warm tongue down your throat, he wasn’t even letting you breathe, he wanted to consume you. “You’re such a little vixen.” He pulled at your bottom lip, his cheeks still red. “Such a good boy… my good boy mm.” He pulled back, his lips making a smacking sound, he looked completely enamored by you.

You blush, “So I did good?”

Johnny slides his hand beneath the strap on and touches your wet cunt with his warm hand, “Mmm- so good.”

“Agh-“ you hiss.

“Now, your filming crew knows who you belong to G.I Joe.” He bites your earlobe.

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #johnny cage x you #johnny cage x reader #there needs to be more x trans male fics #mk1 #johnny cage x male reader

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crguang · 5 months ago

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hgsshbyss I sent that ask when I hadn’t slept in 3 days, so my brain wasn’t functioning properly, I haven’t gotten used to not sleeping very much yet. Also I only have a little crush on Black swan so far. It’s just complicated bc I thought I was aroace, but I definitely like women, and the way I’ve been eating up Kafka (I wish) fics isn’t very aro or ace, or every time I do a double take when I see a hot woman, but again, we don’t need to talk abt my sexuality crisis.

btw I rewatched the interrogation scene on the luofu, no deep thoughts bc I didnt sleep again last night :| and blue light is hurting my eyes wish Kafka wouldn’t let me sleep by railing me instead but whatever.

First of all SHES SO HOT I MISS HER. Second of all, they didn’t take her gloves, they took her contacts, her jacket and her GLASSES too, like it’s so silly. I think the only time her hands are exposed are in the countdown art of her, WHATEVER THE FUCK SHES HOLDING IN IT SHOULVE BEEN ME And she went back for them too, like girl, they don’t even fit you ik ik spider imagery, but still and the way she was looking at TB while we were asking her stuff sjhdhsbsjslsns. You were def right abt the speaking slower to control the convo pace.

I was curious abt what she was telling us abt the aeons dying/being killed, bc (assumably) nanook is the final boss, TB is supposed to play part in defeating him, and I wonder if she was supposed to tell us besides for plot reasons, or if she was just stalling. But it wasn’t mentioned after, so it’s probably dismissed as a distraction. And she never tells us the third way. also the way she jumps off after she get out of the handcuffs, her dramatic ass, I cannot with her. btw all my messages are so long I’m sorry :(

-🌠

ANON I JUST SAW MORE LEAKS IM GONNA DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE please… let us all collectively pray that kafka is not in the next banner for my sanity PLEASEEEEE. also you should definitely be sleeping omg what’s stopping you?? three days without sleep is starting to get dangerous, i hope you’re able to crash for like 15 hours soon

yeah i noticed they didnt take her gloves, i feel like they should’ve gone all the way because then its just confusing like😭😭 what would they need her glasses for?;!;? no idea how arrests work on the luofu but that sounds very silly. taking her contacts and coat makes sense but i really cant wrap my head around them snatching her sunglasses hejdhdhf kafka is so funny sometimes, looking good is an essential part of being a criminal she just had to get her stuff back

BUT YEAH HER PACE ALWAYS BOTHERS ME HERE. SPEAK FASTERRRR she was def doing it on purpose to piss me off personally… what’s crazy is that we all just took the nanook part of the prophecy as factual and im just realizing she might just be lying?… she says the SH’s goal isnt to kill an aeon but idk if i believe that. omg we really dont know shit about these people’s goal so far even after getting close to firefly. i need kafka to come back to the main story bc shes the only one who gives us some clues like😭

what i love most about her free fall is that she looked at the ground before doing it, as if telling herself like “yeah i’ll survive this i can look cool” and it always makes me giggle

#sat answers #🌠 anon

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klbwriting · 1 year ago

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For Love of Fiction

Part 3

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!plus size!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You think too much and realize you have to talk to Jason

Notes: I am not sure if this is the end honestly. I keep thinking I'll be finished, but then I'm like but what if...? So there may be a part 4, this has no planning whatsoever (even less than my normal fics have) so I hope you're enjoying this and would anyone mind if I just kept going?

Taglist: soradragon (let me know if you want me to add you to this when/if a part 4 appears)

You couldn’t get what Red Hood said out of your mind. It was distracting. You were writing another book, something for YA romance this time, wanting to see if you could, and the words ‘thanks for making me your muse’ kept floating around your brain. He knew about your books, knew that he was your muse. How? Why would Red Hood read your books? You supposed it wasn’t that surprising, a lot of people in Gotham read them. Gotham wasn’t a great city to live in but the people were loyal to their own, they would have to be to bother staying in this shithole. Maybe he had seen your book out and about when he wasn’t Red Hood, any bookstore or library had them. Jason had even told you that he had been at the library when he…your mind froze. Jason.

Jason who worked at night, Jason who was always tired, Jason who had money, enough to justify the amount of gear and tech that Red Hood would need, Jason who knew you called Red Hood your muse. Not your inspiration, not your influence, not your favorite superhero, your muse. Jason who had canceled dinner because of work. Jason who was always so gentle with you, like Red Hood had been when he had touched your shoulder and checked in on you. No way, you were crazy. Then again, Jason was in incredible shape. You had gone to the gym with him and one of his brother’s Dick, and they had taught you some self defense before sparring themselves, and they looked professional. It was crazy, but you had to know.

You debated calling Jason all day. Would he even tell you? Why would he tell you? You had been seeing each other, casually, for only two months, you had had a total of one actual date and various text dates and calls. Why would he confess what was probably his deepest secret to you? You called him anyway.

“Are you mad about dinner?” Jason asked as soon as he answered. He had canceled via text and figured you must be fuming, but he had already been in gear, heading towards a robbery near you. Its why he even stumbled on the Joker’s minions in that diner. He had heard a call to the cops, intercepted by Oracle, and she had sent him the information since he was closest. When he arrived, he had been shocked to see you, and so angry. How dare anyone threaten you again? He had probably concussed those guys with that extra punch he gave them. Then he had to say something to you, find out if you were ok, not anyone else. He sighed. The muse line had been a bit stupid too, you were probably so confused. Either that or you were giddy that Red Hood knew who you were, about your books.

“No, I’m not mad about dinner, but I did want to see you and I have some free time today around lunch? I know you’re tired but wanted to see if maybe we could meet?” you asked. You sounded nervous. He wondered why you were nervous. Did he make you nervous? Was he not obvious enough about how much he liked you? How much he loved talking to you and spending any precious time he could with you?

“I would love to meet you, where?” he asked. You said the name of a diner, the same one from the night before. He swallowed a little, wondering if you had actually gotten your dinner last night. He assumed that’s why you had gone out in the first place. Maybe the attack had left you without dinner and you just wanted to go back and get whatever you had been craving. Couldn’t have anything to do with Red Hood.

“Its just a diner, so if you don’t want to go there, we can go somewhere else,” you said, wondering why he didn’t say anything. Were you too obvious about why you wanted to meet at that diner? Ugh, this man was scrambling your brain, and you loved it. You were feeling so many things you hadn’t felt in years, all of that plus the confusion on the Red Hood issue, it was a lot for one person to take.

“No, it sounds good, I love diners,” Jason said quickly, then wanted to smack himself. ‘I love diners’? What the fuck was wrong with him? He heard you giggle on the other end of the phone and that made him feel a little better. You discussed details and he agreed to meet you.

You were nervous, waiting at the diner early, typing what you could for your book, trying anything to stop watching your phone as time ticked by. You were trying to think of what to say, but didn’t want anything rehearsed, you wanted to be direct, but not sound crazy or accuse him of anything. How could one person cause this much confusion and stress and yet the very thought of him made your heart flutter and your stomach twist into sweet knots? It was the most wonderful and infuriating thing in the world.

You heard the ding of the door and looked up, seeing that familiar shock of white hair and those eyes that were perfect and then he smiled, and all your planned words flew out your head. He walked over and sat down, and you hurried to close your laptop, hoping you remembered to save the two words you had written.

“Working on that new book?” he asked, taking the menu. He slid his hand over and gently took your hand. He was a touchy-feely person you could already tell, loved feeling your skin against his and it did not help your focus on the task at hand. You nodded, pretending to be engrossed in the menu even though you knew exactly what to get, what you always got. The waiter came over, not the same from last night, and took your orders and headed away and you swallowed.

“Can I ask you something?” you asked. He nodded, thumb rubbing gently circles on the back of your hand and you almost lost your nerve. “Why did you cancel last night? You said work, but what happened?” His thumb froze and you saw his panic in his eyes for just a moment before he smiled, rolling his shoulders and he moved his hand to link your fingers, thumb now near your palm.

“There was a break in,” he said. “I had to assist.”

“The other security guy couldn’t handle it?” you asked, pushing the subject. Once again panic in his eyes. He was scrambling for a story. You observed, wrote about what people did, how they acted. Had long ago started making up lies for Red Fox to tell Layla about himself and what he did before she had known about him. You could see all the signs of Jason trying to cover for last night. It was either he was Red Hood, or he was seeing someone else, and despite this arrangement being casual you really hoped he was Red Hood. You could handle that, but him maybe falling for someone else after you already had fallen for him was too much.

“It was more than one person, they wanted backup to search the place,” he said, voice uneven. He swallowed, wondering what this was really about. He didn’t have a lot of people that didn’t know his secret, never let anyone close, he wasn’t used to this kind of questioning. He could tell you didn’t believe him, but he couldn’t tell exactly what emotions you were feeling. Anxiety? Hurt? Hope? They were all moving through your eyes. Had you figured him out? Figured out he was Red Hood?

“Tell me the truth, please,” you said softly. He stared at you. How could he tell you the truth? He swallowed hard. “Were you seeing someone else? If you were just tell me before I start feeling more for you than I already do, I don’t want a broken heart.” He felt himself breath out slowly. He could handle this. He didn’t realize that you would think he was seeing other people, but he knew how to calm your nerves. Jason smiled softly at you, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You melted a little, smiling at him.

“I was not seeing someone else; I promise, it really was work, I went in helped contain the scene and catalogued the missing items, lots of fancy science words,” he said. You nodded. You didn’t believe a word. You knew he wasn’t seeing someone else, that was true, but that left the lie of work, which left the unsaid truth. Jason was Red Hood. You were sure of it. You weren’t going to tell him you knew; you would keep it to yourself, but now you at least could understand him canceling dates last minute.

“O good, I didn’t want to be the only one feeling this way,” you said. Jason smiled and shook his head. “So tell me, why does Bruce Wayne’s kid work night security at CADMUS labs?” He chuckled and sighed.

“Me and Bruce had a falling out several years ago, right when I finished school. We’re all good now but I got the chance to be on my own, make my own way in life, and found that I couldn’t do police work, I had a criminal record as a kid, but I could do security work. It may not be as helpful, but I can protect things like the chemicals and inventions at CADMUS, keep them out of the wrong hands, some of the stuff there could be dangerous,” he said. You nodded, listening to him talk more about work. It was a very well thought out cover story you had to admit.

“Sounds to me like you’re a couple steps down from a hero yourself, and we know how much I love a hero,” you said, giving him a smile. Jason smiled back but saw it in your eyes. You didn’t believe his story for a second. “Maybe you’ll be my next muse.” The way you said muse, the way your eyes lit up a little bit, he didn’t know how, but you knew. You knew about Red Hood, knew his secret. But you didn’t say anything, didn’t confront him. You were letting him keep it, tell you himself when he wanted. He hoped this meant you wouldn’t tell anyone else. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep your identity secret,” she said, making Jason hold his breath. “In my books,” she finished. He let out a breath and nodded.

“Just, if I tell you I got called into work and had to cancel?” he said.

“I’ll be sure to stay home, order in dinner maybe, or just always have pizza rolls on hand,” she said. Jason let out a breath. That he could live with, she was smart enough to just stay home.

#jasontodd #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #redhood #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n #fictionlove

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ladysomething · 1 month ago

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merry christmas!!

i’m anon who sent an ask about their power dynamics (how charles has all emotional power and max has all the legal power) if you remember me. after your answer i was waiting for realisation to hit charles. and now i’m crying here because “He’s been loving Charles for so long that it’s grown a life of its own, and Max has been sacrificing himself to it for such a long time that he doesn’t even know better anymore.”

charles and max in this chapter are just…. this happiness. charles purred!!!😭😭😭

and the way the chapter ends with the rattling shed. while i was reading it, i thought that it looked like a bad omen, you know. and then i remembered your note that it is the last of the sweet chapters. i don’t want to overthink and i’m afraid i’m reading to much into this. but if it is an omen, it is just perfect. it is such a contrast to the general tone of the chapter. i really love it. you also always manage to end chapters in a way that make it exciting.

if it is okay to share: as a person i’m really anxious and i have a habit of looking at the final chapter or spoiling the end another way (you can guess, i don’t read wips often). but i have found that i don’t feel this way now. i feel like whatever life (you) will throw at them, the most important thing is that they now have each other. they can count on each other. there is trust. it is such a contrast to how i felt at the beginning. it is amazing how you have already developed their relationship. i’m trying (and failing, it seems) to say that it is one of the ways i experience all the changes in their relationship. and it is so special for me.

as always thanks to you and to your wonderful beta! hope you both enjoy the holidays.

the shed was absolutely an omen. my beta and I had a conversation about whether it should stay in that chapter, because she said it had an entirely different tone and I as like ... well that's kind of the point.

even though it's a distraction at the end, it's of supposed to be, because it's shifting the story back away from this light and happy feeling to more of a "God what's going to happen NOW" feeling.

and YES!! there's a reason this is the ride or die phase!!! there's of course still things for them to resolve but .... they're gonna get through this together.

#anon ask #where you go i go

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divine-misfortune · 2 years ago

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Mushy May, day 4. First kiss.

Rating: everyone

Pairing: Swiss/Mountain (swiss alps?)

Words: 1,119

Summary: Swiss has agonized and torn himself apart over the idea of it for months. It was one kiss, but what if he fucked it up?

How was he supposed to be calm about this?

Swiss was the furthest thing from calm, he'd say he was outright panicking, and if anyone could see the speed at which his thoughts raced they'd agree. On the outside at least he appeared collected, aside from the fact he kept wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. He could blame that on the heat of the greenhouse.

All he could smell was herbs and flowers, and part of him was grateful. It was a distraction at least. If he'd been able to catch Mountain’s scent, he'd be done for. What little composure he had would have failed him entirely almost immediately. He could feel it already faltering but he kept the foolish hope that it might last until he could think of an excuse to smoothly leave the situation.

And the situation?

It was torture, that's what it was. Just the two of them in the narrow rows of plants, mingling with the fauna as they squeezed past each other. If Swiss had to feel Mountain's hand sliding against his waist again he might just bury his head into the nearest bag of topsoil.

Every touch and glance had Swiss fumbling over himself. Mountain nearly sent his poor heart beating out of his chest and it was disgustingly effortless on his part.

He bit his lower lip when Mountain set his watering can down, watching the way he folded his sleeves up with a fascination that could only be described as obsessive. His fingers moved so smoothly, the muscle under the skin flexing slowly with each movement. Swiss could feel his mouth run dry, his typically clever tongue sitting twisted up in his mouth.

"Swiss-"

The multi ghoul stared at the movement of his lips. His top fangs were crooked, how had he never noticed that before? He could feel his heart stutter for the hundredth time. Mountain's lips were plush with the faintest scar at the corner of his mouth, Swiss couldn't quite remember how he got it.

"Hey?"

And then there were those dimples, soft divots in his cheeks to accompany his lopsided grin.

"Swiss!"

He jumped, nearly out of his own skin, and dropped his own watering can. It spilled over the hem of his pants and his shoes. Great.

"Dude are you okay? You've been watering that basil plant for five minutes."

"...huh?" Swiss blinked and glanced at the poor plant that had fallen victim to his distraction. There was water spilling down the sides of its terracotta pot and pooling around the base. He felt his face grow warm and swallowed. "Fuck, sorry."

"What's got you so in your own head today?"

"You."

Mountain blinked and wiped his hands on his apron. The damn movement of his hands again. He took a step towards him and Swiss felt his stomach flip. He grabbed for the watering can and retreated for the hose on the far side of the small building. It wasn't much distance but it was distance.

The word was supposed to stay inside his head, silent admission and nothing more but it escaped despite himself. He debated hitting his head against the wall.

"Me?" Mountain asked, almost amused.

The wall was becoming more tempting.

"Yes! You!" Swiss groaned and dropped the hose. "It's always you, you're always in my head! You never leave!"

"Did I do something?"

"Yes! No? I don't know!" He dragged his hands down his face. "You're just, you're you."

"I'm…sorry?"

"You're you and you're perfect and it's driving me insane. I want to be around you because when I'm not my chest aches but it gets so tight when you're around I forget how to breathe. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about it. About you. About any of this shit!"

Mountain shifted and settled his hands on his hips, watching Swiss start to get more and more fidgety. He felt like he was about to vibrate right out of his skin at this rate. The thoughts had started, he'd let a little trickle out and the rest broke through like a fucking flood. He couldn't make himself shut up if he tried.

The look on Mountain's face was hard to pin down, anywhere from bewildered to bemused.

"You don't know what to do, okay…So, what do you want to do?"

"Kiss you."

Swiss wanted to rip the tongue right from his mouth when Mountain blushed. He tipped his head slightly, ear twitching a bit.

"What's stopping you?"

"I, well, um," he stammered. Swiss couldn't remember the last time he fucking stammered. "Because I know I won't get it right."

Mountain chuckled, a low rumble that felt like it rattled Swiss' brain.

"What?! It's not funny, asshole."

"It's a little funny, Swiss."

Swiss was torn between throttling Mountain or himself. Especially when Mountain moved closer to him. He couldn't back up any further when he stepped back into the table littered with tools.

"What's there to get right?"

"Everything."

Mountain was so much taller than him, he nearly forgot that fact. Being caged between the earth ghoul and the bench was the definition of being trapped between a rock and a hard place.

"I don't know about that, 's easy rosebud."

The taller ghoul graced his cheek with the tips of his fingers, rough in texture but gentle in touch. Swiss opened his mouth but nothing came out and Mountain breathed a laugh close to his parted lips. He could taste pomegranate on his exhale and had to grab the edge of the table behind him to steady himself before Mountain closed that space. He didn't trust his knees, for good reason.

His lips were chapped but moved smoothly against his own. Swiss' eyes fluttered. Better than he expected. He was sweet, he was soft, he was all encompassing and Swiss reached for a fistful of his shirt. Like this, Mountain clouded his senses. He could smell pine and honey, and the hint of whatever new laundry detergent they'd switched to.

It was a feeling he could live in. One that he'd gladly sink into and never resurface from.

Swiss had kissed others before. Every other ghoul in their pack, at least twice, and he'd never felt a lick of hesitation but kissing Mountain felt different. Like everything stopped and it was just them and that greenhouse. The rest of the world was irrelevant. Mountain kissed him like it was second nature, like it was the easiest thing he'd done in his life. As if this wasn't something Swiss had been agonizing over for weeks.

But Mountain pulled back and Swiss nearly fell over himself trying to chase the feeling.

"See? Not such a big deal."

#writing #mushy may #void writing #ficlet #the band ghost #the band ghost ficlet #the band ghost fic #ghost the band #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #mountain/swiss

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abromelon34105 · 7 months ago

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Snippet from Chapter 5 of my ADA!Chūya, featuring…RANPO!!!

The collar has been the only thing on my mind today. I did try it on, and was shocked to discover that it fit perfectly, just how I like it - a little tight to remind myself of its presence but not enough to restrict movement or breathing. I currently have it shoved into the box of other items of that nature and I hope I never have to think about it again. If he’s sent a collar, I’m worried about what else he could send.

Thankfully, Kunikida doesn’t bother me about how distracted I am today. Perhaps Fukuzawa talked to him and said I’m working through things or something. I don’t know. I’m just thankful. I don’t want to deal with Kunikida bothering the living shit out of me today.

I suppose it also helps that I’m accompanying Atsushi and Ranpo today. Usually, Ranpo only needs just one other detective with him, but it’s Atsushi’s first time with him. So I’m mainly here to help him learn how to navigate and deal with Ranpo’s moods and quirks.

As usual, Ranpo gets all turned around and stuck all over the train station. I have to drag both him and Atsushi to our correct train because they keep getting lost. I can tell Atsushi is shocked that Ranpo actually doesn’t know the first thing about the train station, but it’s really not a big deal once you get to know the man.

After a small nudge in the right direction and a quick run down of the landmarks, Ranpo heads off in the direction towards the murder scene. Atsushi blinks and looks at me, but I shrug and follow Ranpo, letting Atsushi follow behind me.

“You know you’re late, agents,” the police detective says with his arms crossed as he glares at the three of us. Atsushi ducks behind me and Ranpo for whatever reason, but Ranpo either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. “Now hold on, who are you?” Ranpo says with his hands on his hips as he faces the general direction of the officer. I can hear the hesitancy in his voice, and I know that the sudden change in officers has left him shaken. This one doesn’t know him and most likely won’t take him seriously. “Where’s Yasui-san?”

“I’m Minoura,” the detective says as he pulls out his badge from his coat’s inner pocket. “I took over from Yasui-san. This case has been reassigned to our division. So we no longer need you or your agency.”

Here we go, I think with an eye roll as Ranpo starts going off. “That’s ridiculous! Every difficult case should be overseen by a master detective, like me!”

“We don’t need private investigators on this,” Minoura said blankly. “Because the victim was a cop who worked for me.” Ranpo just faces Minoura with a slightly angry expression as Atsushi stays behind him, looking between him and me, as if asking if he’s supposed to do something in this situation. I shake my head a little, patting his shoulder.

“Prove it,” Ranpo says sternly and Minoura sighs before turning around and heading towards the covered body. He kneels down and removes the cover for the three of us to get a good look.

The front of the victim’s shirt is stained dark red, the stains in a pattern that shows three separate shots fired off. I glance over at Ranpo, who’s looking at the victim with an impassive face before sighing. “The victim’s a lady,” he says and Atsushi stiffens beside me. I place a hand on his arm, trying to signal him to calm down. There’s a reason for the statement.

“Yes, sir,” one of the on-duty officers says as he looks at Ranpo. “Her body was found floating in the river this morning.”

“She was shot three times in the chest,” Minoura says, kneeling beside the victim. “We don’t know where or when she was killed. We haven’t found the bullets either.”

“Any suspects?” Ranpo asks, fiddling with his hat. “Not yet. As far as anyone at the office knew, she wasn’t in a relationship, so we doubt it was a jealous lover.”

“Very interesting. So that means you don’t have any leads.” Ranpo sounds so smug as he puts his hat back on and Minoura narrows his eyes as he side eyes the short detective, starting to look more pissed off by the minute. He turns away and stands as he starts to speak. “That’s all the more reason why we can’t let an amateur private eye handle this.”

“Amateur?” I ask as I raise my eyebrow at Minoura. “Who said anything about us being amateurs?”

“Um, I-” Atsushi starts but I shush him and keep my attention on Minoura. He narrows his eyes at me, his expression just as cold. “It doesn’t matter if you’ve been doing this job for years. You aren’t properly trained on cases like these and I don’t need you messing anything up.”

“Properly trained?” I ask, my voice raising a little bit, even as I fight to control it. “Just because we didn’t go to police academies doesn’t mean that we can’t do it just as well, if not better than you and anyone else here! If you had just let Ranpo do his job, this case would be solved already!”

“There’s no way he would have solved it this quickly,” Minoura snaps back at me, stepping forward and getting in my face. Or…his chest in my face. I have to look up to actually make eye contact with him. “The only person who would be able to do that is the killer, so unless you mean to say that your friend here is the killer, I suggest you stop putting your foot where your mouth is!”

“I’m putting my foot where my mouth is?! You’re the one who’s assuming we’re amateurs! Ranpo’s been doing this job for over a decade at this point, so go and take your accusations somewhere else!”

“Wait, really?” Atsushi asks Ranpo beside me and he nods, making a quiet sound of agreement. “Yeah, twelve years now. Impressive, I know.”

“...How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-six.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, I don’t look it, I know.”

“You don’t act like it either,” Atsushi mutters under his breath and I reach back and lightly smack his arm to get him to shut up. He frowns at me but gets the message anyway.

“We don’t need private eyes on this,” Minoura repeats as he takes a step back from me. “Everyone on my team is better than any private detective out there. Including you bums.”

“Oh!” Ranpo gets that smile that means he has an idea brewing and quickly turns around, pointing at the officer that had spoken up earlier about the victim herself. “Tell me officer, what’s your name?”

“Wh-What?!” he exclaims, clearly unsure of what exactly is happening. “I am Sergeant Sugimoto, sir! The victim, Miss Yamagiwa, was my superior officer on the force!”

“Alright, Sugimoto-san,” Ranpo says as he walks towards Sugimoto, placing his hand on the officer’s shoulder. “Here’s your chance. Solve this case in sixty seconds. Ready, set, go.” He says this all in a rush, with barely a breath between sentences. But not a crazed rush. Smooth, calculated. Ranpo scares me sometimes.

Sugimoto panics and takes a step back, but Ranpo leans forward, keeping the distance the same between them. “I can solve this thing in under a minute,” he whispers to Sugimoto before turning his head a little. “If you’re as good as he says you are, you should be able to do that too.”

It takes me a second to realize he’s turned to face Minoura as he says that. Minoura notices as well and just stares at Ranpo, his arms crossed for a moment. He doesn’t say anything, so Ranpo keeps going. “Okay, it’s showtime!” He turns back to Sugimoto. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Now Sugimoto is full-blown panicking, stammering and making absolutely no sense as he tries speaking. I can barely hear him say something about sixty seconds being impossible.

“Tick tock, fifty seconds left,” Ranpo says with a smug little smile as he holds a pocket watch. I don’t even question where he got it from anymore. The pockets of the autism creature are a magnificent thing. Sugimoto freaks out some more, and Ranpo is clearly taking too much joy in the entire situation. “I hope that’s not what I look like when I’m under too much pressure,” Atsushi mutters to himself and I snort, remembering how he panicked when we told him about the tiger.

“Hold on,” Sugimoto says after a bit, seeming to have calmed down enough to think and talk, “I know Yamagiawa-sama was pursuing a political corruption case and also running an investigation on the Port Mafia. The murderer’s MO is similar to the Mafia’s when they want retribution. Maybe the Mafia did it! Because they knew she was getting too close-”

“No,” I say quietly as I stare at the ground and everyone turns to me. “The Port Mafia’s retaliation methods are quite specific. They have a signature that’s as unique to them as a fingerprint.

“First, the traitor is forced to the ground and made to bite the curb. Then, they stomp on his head to shatter his jaw. Finally, they flip him over and shoot him in the chest. Three times.” I can still hear the gunshots from each of those many killings I myself had to carry out. They’re overlapping until they are essentially just one set of shots with countless victims. I know this is the fate that awaits me if anyone in the Mafia catches me in an “official” capacity. I’m lucky I managed to come face-to-face with Dazai and not have my head smashed in when I did.

“I guess if we’re being precise, then technically yes, but still,” Sugimoto says as he stares at me with a slightly confused look on his face. I continue before he can say much more. “So this MO was similar to the Mafia’s but not exactly the same. That means-”

“The killer was attempting a cover-up?” Minoura cuts in, and I let him have it. No use getting into an argument over something like that. I glance back at Sugimoto, and his confusion has changed into something else. “Shooting two extra rounds to make it look like a Mafia hit…How cruel…”

Ranpo suddenly makes a sound imitating a buzzer right behind Sugimoto, scaring the living daylights out of him. “Nice try, Sergeant,” he says as he pats Sugimoto’s shoulder. “But you’ve got a ways to go before your ‘case solving skills’ match mine~! But don’t feel bad, you’ve been useful! You’ve helped us prove that Minoura-san’s best detectives are inferior to me!”

“Cut the crap,” Minoura says as he glares at Ranpo, who is still smirking. “I’m tired of all your jabber. You can’t crack hard cases with just deduction. You’ve been reading too many crime novels. Cases like this are solved through investigation. Interviewing persons of interest, and closely analyzing the crime scene.”

“Huuuh?” Ranpo asks as he turns to Minoura, taking a few steps towards him. “You’ve got a pretty thick skull. Great detectives don’t do investigations. My ability, Ultra-Deduction, can instantly identify the killer. I can also figure out when and how the murder was committed. But wait, there’s more! I can see in my mind’s eye how to make the killer confess and where the evidence lies to prove our case! My power truly is a rare gift.” He turns to Minoura, and I can see that he’s opened his eyes by now. His gaze is locked on Minoura, who seems a little startled by Ranpo’s eyes. I understand that feeling. You get so used to his eyes being closed that when he does finally open them around you, it throws you off and it looks like he’s staring into your soul.

“Given my line of work, I know all about you gifted types and your powers. But if you have such a special ability, then why do my colleagues and I still have a job?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Ranpo says with that smug smile of his and I can tell he’s closed his eyes again. “Now we’re starting to understand each other, detective~” Minoura growls under his breath as he glares at Ranpo, and I’m ready to rush in and defend him. Again. He really needs to stop getting into trouble with the police force. One of these days, he’s going to end up arrested and not even the President will be able to help him.

“You little bastard-” Shit. I quickly move to step in front of Ranpo, the poor innocent autistic not seeming to understand the gravity of the situation he just put himself in. “Now, now, detective,” I say as I hold my hands up to try and help Minoura calm down. “Please pardon the autistic creature’s behavior.”

“The heck does that mean?” Ranpo asks as he tugs at my vest. I wave him off, smirking a little to myself. “Don’t worry about it, Ranpo. Just focus on solving the case.”

Minoura sighs and shrugs. “You can’t stop bragging about your ability,” he says, “so let’s have a look at it.��

“Really?” Ranpo asks, getting excited as he turns to Minoura again. “So I guess I’m on the case. You should have just asked me nicely when I first got here.”

“Too bad you’ve got a lot more confidence than experience,” Minoura responds, smirking at Ranpo. “You realize there’s no hard evidence. Would you like me to count to sixty for ya?” He sounds so smug, so sure of himself, and it’s very refreshing to see Ranpo getting cocky back.

“I won’t need that long.”

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Twentieth-second entry: Lose your patience!

Sometimes, as someone who mostly needs to keep calm and collected in order to protect, dealing with other people’s emotions is exhausting, specially if you can see the solution right there and they are blatantly ignoring it. That’s when you have to be a little harsh, go a little crazy, scream even. Just make sure people listen.

****

Liam didn’t mind helping people. If something was within his abilities and he had the time to, help was on the way. Countless times he would help his parents by delivering messages or looking out for Sloane, be a distraction whenever Xaden or Bodhi wanted to steal something from the kitchens in Riorson house, get them out of a situation their parents would kill them for, giving advice on things Liam had no experience in but tried his best. Oh, and becoming a bodyguard for a girl whose life was tied to his foster brother’s.

Reiterating, Liam did not mind helping and no favor would be denied if he had the means to help. Therefore, when Xaden and Garrick intercepted him on the way back from solitary library duty, he figured they needed something.

“What’s the order, sir” Liam asked, stopping his cart in front of his brother.

Garrick was already breaking into a wicked smile “Yes, Xaden, what’s the orders?”

The sarcasm in his friend’s voice was enough for Xaden to sigh deeply in exhaustion and for Liam to figure things out

“Oh oh. What did my favorite Sorrengail do this time?”

Garrick snorted “You mean our favorite Sorrengail and Wingleader did”

Xaden sent the man a deadly side glance before turning back to Liam “Ignore him. I need a favor and you’re more than able to do it”

His brother asking for a favor? If the lightning striking from time to time that morning wasn’t attributed to Violet, Liam would probably associate it with his brother’s unusual behavior.

“Glad that you think so highly of me, brother. Ask away”

“He asked Bodhi first, you know?” Garrick revealed with fake disappointment.

“And he said no?” Liam supposed, to which his friend nodded vehemently.

“Bodhi’s busy” Xaden countered.

Or running away from the crazy saddle-making man but Liam refrained from saying it out loud and simply shrugged instead “I’ll help then. Lead the way”

They swiftly returned to the quadrant, hurrying to put the library cart back to its place before striding through the familiar path to the living quarters. Liam lifted a brow once Garrick looked over the shoulder sporting a sneer and Xaden silently guided them towards a random room on the second year floor. The space was empty aside from the standard furniture, but there were vestiges that someone had lived there - the clean spots where books inhabited the shelves, recent dents on the wooden desk, the markings of a wooden desk on the floor.

“What exactly are we doing?”

Xaden put a hand on the top of the armoire “Help me lift it”

“Can’t you use your shadows?” Liam complained.

“I can” his brother simply replied.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t want to”

Garrick huffed “You’re insufferable”

Liam groaned in agreement.

“I know” Xaden mustered the best cynical tone possible “now help me lift it”

The three of them, alongside a stream of shadows for balance, lifted the armoire and began their humiliating walk through the hallway. They struggled on the stairs and Liam never felt more thankful that no cadets were around to witness the absolute chaos of Garrick and Xaden cursing at each other because one of them had taken the wrong step. It took an embarrassing amount of minutes until the three of them finally entered the first year floor and reached a familiar set of rooms, stopping in front of Violet’s quarters.

“Why are we-” Liam was about to ask when Xaden let go of the armoire without a warning, making both Liam and Garrick struggle to keep the weight.

He spent a few seconds messing with the strings of power warding Violet’s door and then opened it quickly. A stream of shadows circled around the armoire, lifting and began it into the room. Liam peeked inside and noticed that there were clothes all over his friend’s desk and her own armoire nowhere to be seen. An inquiry was ready to leave his lips when all the pieces snapped into place. Liam looked at Garrick with a choked snort.

“Exactly what you’re thinking, Mairi” the man confirmed.

“Not a word” Xaden growled from inside the room.

Garrick cackled and Liam tried - he really did - to not say anything but the urge was stronger. That entire situation was utterly ridiculous while simultaneously being the funniest thing that had happened in months.

“Had you and Vi waited a little more and the entire floor would have suffered, huh?” Liam teased.

“Not to comment on the generalized forest fire because of all the lightning show” Garrick complemented while nudging Liam on the side.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped “So that was the reason for all the lightning!”

One of Xaden’s shadows flung at them like a whip, which Garrick successfully dodged but Liam could only raise his arm, the slap against his forearm loud. He cursed at the sting, who would have thought those shadows could be so solid.

“Would you refrain from breaking my nose?” Liam complained “I have a handsome healer in mind”

Xaden did not say a word, barely adjusting the armoire in place before storming out of the room, closing the door more forcefully than usual and taking long strides down the hallway. Liam shared a look with Garrick, both of them slightly confused. Xaden was usually more tolerant of their absolute pestering, taking a while before he lashed out. But at that moment, his brother seemed more stressed than usual that morning.

Violet-Sorrengail stressed.

“You know, I thought finally breaking the obvious sexual tension with little Sorrengail would tame him a little” Garrick mumbled.

“Same” Liam replied “but I think we haven’t considered those two are a disaster”

“Tavis, with me!” Xaden’s voice rumbled through the hallway but he did not look behind to check if Garrick was following “Mairi, go back to your duties”

Liam shook his head in disbelief, all the teasing and fun fading “I think he fucked up”

Garrick snorted “Definitely”

Breakfast was proof that his assumptions were right. For some reason, even tables apart and without sharing a single word, Xaden and Violet seemed to be in a feud and whatever tension they had broken returned a thousand times worse. They were both idiots. First for thinking that their interactions were even remotely discreet with all that staring and second for managing to be even more insufferable than before.

Liam never felt more frustrated.

They were so fucking obviously into one another, disgustingly and equally obsessed. Xaden did not function properly whenever he laid eyes on her and Violet’s focus went to shit whenever his brother was even hinted at.

Time to interfere.

“Are things okay?” Liam nudged Violet while they walked to battle brief, making sure to slow down so the others would not hear. Luckily, Rhiannon seemed to understand they needed a time alone, her knowing gaze only lasting a split second before she looped both her arms around Sawyer and Ridoc, distracting them with a random topic.

“Yeah” she said, but the lie just bled through her features.

He tilted his head and gave her a pointed look “You’re still a horrible liar”

Violet sighed and shook her head in indignation “You could at least pretend to believe me”

Liam pursed his lips, wondering if perhaps he was trespassing her boundaries “You know I’m a good listener, right? No judgements”

“Not when you also report everything to your brother” her tone was far from rude, but he understood the message: Xaden was the issue.

“If it doesn’t put you in danger, then I’ll keep secret” Liam lifted a hand to his heart “swear it on my mother”

Violet’s pale eyes settled on him in a way he had gotten used to, as if assessing the truth in the words. Liam tried not to let the guilt eat him alive, specially considering that he was being truthful in that moment, he would keep her struggle a secret.

“Your brother is as idiotic as he is ruthless” she shrugged.

“That is hardly confidential information, Vi”

She giggled at his response “Then you can report to him, and use my exact words”

“I sure will. Any more insults you’d like me to deliver?”

Violet put a finger on her chin in mock thinking “Let me see��he’s emotionally stunted and a liar”

Liam froze at her last word, his heart panicking for a moment and eyes widening. Did Xaden…No. Had he told Violet something so serious, she would have been furious, not upset. Whatever had transpired between them, it was far from the horrid truth. Calling him emotionally stunted was the proof that his brother had fucked up in another sense. Not that it made things any better.

“I’m sorry” he managed “for whatever he might have said or how he acted. I know Xaden behaves like an asshole, but he’s just…”

“Afraid?” she offered, shrugging “I figured”

They were nearing already entering the academic wing and the conversation would soon lose its moment, Liam had to be quick.

“I’d say he’s terrified. Xaden’s gone too long alone and I think it affected him deeply”

“But he has you” Violet’s brows furrowed “Garrick, Imogen, specially Sgaeyl”

“But it’s different with you, Vi. Has always been”

Violet’s features turned somber “Because of who I am?”

“Depends on how do you see yourself”

He noticed as her demeanor changed, perceptible enough for his sharp eyes but difficult on the common ones. He could see a glimmer of doubt forming in them.

“A Sorrengail” she whispered, eyes on the ground.

“Trust me” Liam whispered back, clasping her uninjured shoulder softly “Your family name is the last thing on Xaden’s mind”

****

The night had fallen for hours when Liam finally knocked on his brother’s door. The sleepiness was practically holding his sight hostage, but he had a personal mission to achieve that day and Liam was nothing if not a man of words. It took several minutes until his brother finally answered the door with an unfriendly face.

“Do you know what time is it?” Xaden narrowed his eyes.

“Past midnight” Liam replied, holding his hand out impatiently.

“Go to sleep, Mairi. We’ll talk tomorrow” His brother began closing the door.

“You close that door and I’ll have Nadine unweave it before I break it open!”

“Who?”

“Pull. Me. In. Xaden!”

Xaden practically growled and violently pulled Liam inside “You’re fucking annoying sometimes”

“And you’re an idiot” Liam said “a completely mad, dramatic, stubborn idiot!”

Xaden sighed, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands “Did you come here just to insult me?”

“And put some sense into your thick skull” Liam complemented, sitting on the desk chair and motioning for his brother to sit on the bed “now sit down and listen”

Xaden could obviously have Liam kicked out using his shadows, or even not cooperated at all. A part of him was ready to fist fight his brother so that conversation had the chance to happen, but instead his brother simply obliged.

“Speak away”

“You fucked up with Violet. Fix it” Liam spilled “and fix it quickly”

Before Xaden could even deny, he simply interrupted.

“Don’t you dare say nothing is wrong. I know you did or said something to upset her”

“That is none of your business, Liam”

“It is!” his nostrils were flaring “it is everyone’s business, Xaden. Your emotions towards Violet affect all of us whether you like it or not. We have to deal with the aftermath of your emotional immaturity all the fucking time!”

At that, his brother scoffed, standing up and going to the door “Leave, Liam. Now”

“Oh no. Not this time, brother. You’re going to listen!”

“My issues with Violet are solved-”

“The fuck it is!” Liam exclaimed “it’s just getting worse! You stop functioning whenever Violet is near, your actions stop making sense, you make stupid mistakes. Violet is also affected by your behavior, I almost knocked her out today during training because of how distracted she was!”

“I’m not going to listen to this nonsense any longer-”

“Nonsense?!” Liam was beyond mad “You know, when Garrick first told me about your obsession with her, before I even knew Violet, I just thought you wanted to send the General a big fuck you by messing with her daughter”

At that, his brother’s left eye was twitching, but he ignored it completely.

“After threshing I was certain you were acting on self preservation and the two of you just needed a good fuck to subside the feud. And then surprise! You not only start to go absolutely dumb whenever she is in the vicinity, but also make daggers and a freaking saddle for her. Fuck, Xaden, you deserted your post in Basgiath and fled to Montserrat because you couldn’t bear stay three days apart from her!”

Xaden was silent, a mask of indifference in his face, but Liam had a good sight. There was surprise in his eyes and he supposed the outburst was indeed out of character.

“Tell me, Xaden, am I speaking nonsense?”

Silence was even louder. Both brothers stared into each other, Liam breathing heavily.

“You’re different ever since she stepped into this quadrant and it’s becoming increasingly worse because you simply won’t stop sabotaging yourself! Violet clearly cares for you-”

“Do not say that!” Xaden’s voice was louder than he ever spoke with Liam, even when they were boys “do not say things you are not certain”

“I am certain! I spend my entire day by her side, Violet is an open book. I know she cares for you”

“But she shouldn't, Liam. That’s the point! I can’t let her care for me, I can’t let her in!”

Liam shook his head in disbelief “It doesn’t fucking matter, Xaden. It doesn’t matter anymore, it’s too late. She cares and you have to accept that”

Xaden was looking past the window across the room, his arms crossed and fingers whitening with how strongly they gripped the skin of his biceps.

“It won’t last long so I might as well start keeping my distance now. There is too much bad blood and dangers between me and her”

Liam stared at his brother in disbelief and the bitter taste of failure flooded his tongue. Speaking with Xaden about those kinds of topics always brought that feeling to the surface. He wondered if his brother would ever leave that nonsensical world of isolation and self punishment, if he would ever let someone in and truly really care for his damaged soul. Liam had not been the only one to try and pull Xaden out of that habit, but he knew the others had grown hopeless…just like Liam himself was.

At that point, could anyone make Xaden see he was worthy of love?

“I never thought you’d lie to yourself, brother”

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