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This is easily the most inconvenient moment possible for Eddie to have a hard-on and yet, here he is, standing in the remains of what used to be the Hawkins Public Library with his dick hard as a rock in his pants.
Eddie had heard tell of a nailbat, rumors of Steve Harringtonâs weapon of choice in dealing with matters related to the Upside Down, but it had seemed mythical to him. The way the boys talked about Steve wielding it made him sound like a hero from some ancient mythology.
âYou should have seen him, Eddie,â Dustin would grip Eddieâs arm with a grasp that hurt as he regaled Eddie with the tale of Steve in the Junkyard Fighting the Demodogs once more. âHe was such a badass, like, so insanely cool!â
Eddie is deeply glad that he was not present at that battle, but there is a part of him that wishes he could have seen it. That he could have seen Steve wield the suburban equivalent of a mace while trying to defend his brood of strange children.
Not that Eddie would ever admit that, of course. He and Steve are tentative friends, and Eddie is not going to risk what progress he and Steve have made in maintaining a civil relationship just because he thinks the guy is hot. Of course he thinks Steve is hot, so does every other breathing human in Hawkins, Indiana.
So, yeah, Eddie is keeping that piece of information to himself. Taking it to his grave. Besides, theyâre in the middle of an apocalypse and now is hardly the time for getting horny over Steve Harrington proving competence with a blunt instrument.
But apparently Eddieâs dick never got that memo. Because heâs standing here watching Steve knock those goddamn fucking demobats out of the spore infested Hawkins sky with his infamous bat, dripping with blood and snarling at the monsters. He swings with a terrifying rage in his eyes, laser focused on removing each and every single bat from the sky with a sort of feral grace that shouldnât be possible.
Eddie watches, pants uncomfortably tight, as Steve makes one final swing at the last bat standing (flying?) with a flourish of his wrist, giving the nailbat a little twirl before using it to strike the last creature down.
Steve Harrington is absolutely unreal.
He turns around to face Eddie and Eddie is reminded that, oh yeah, theyâre in the middle of a massive battle right now and he had maybe let himself get a little distracted and wow, the blood dripping through Steveâs chest hair as he tosses the nailbat onto his shoulder with practiceed ease is really doing it for Eddie, which would be fine (well, not fine, but at least somewhat manageable) if it were literally any other moment in time.
âAre you okay?â Steve asks Eddie, voice hoarse and raspy in a way that really shouldnât be sexy because itâs probably caused by Steve breathing spores and demobat guts or something else equally horrifying, but it is hot and there is something deeply wrong with Eddie.
And maybe there is some single solitary shred of mercy left remaining in the universe, because Steve is seemingly too focused on the war waging around them to clock the bulge in Eddieâs pants.
âYup!â Eddie nods, feeling like a bobble head in his enthusiasm. âGreat! Feeling great! Never better!â
Steve gives him an odd look, considering, but seems to accept Eddieâs assertion that heâs unharmed. He probably just attributes the strange behavior to Eddieâs general weirdness, which is perfectly fine with Eddie.
âGood,â Steveâs eyes drift to the steadily growing dark cloud that obscures much of the red sky. âLetâs get moving then.â
He stomps past Eddie, clapping him on the shoulder as he passes. Eddie closes his eyes and scrapes the corners of his mind for the least sexy thoughts he can summon to will his boner away.
âYou coming?â Steve calls back from a few yards behind Eddie.
âRight behind you, big boy,â Eddie says. He takes a deep breath in and out before turning to follow Steve back into the fray.
#um. i can explain.#i was inspired by a post#i wrote a different ending to this that was um. well#but i thought that maybe i shouldnât post that since i know i have minors following me on here#btw!!#minors dni#ok bye i gotta go do something else now#steddie#steve#eddie#ficlet#my writing#anya.txt
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I LOVE your works so much!! You are so amazing and talented!! I wanted to thank you for writing the đđ»đźđȘđŽđ cursed technique Nanami fic, and especially not judging me for it đ«¶đœ. I donât know you but you seem like such a nice and cool person, with that being said⊠I was thinking about a fic I saw where Saturo Gojo got his wisdom teeth removed and he falls in love with you over again and I thought that would ADORABLE but with Kento đ (also I canât remember who wrote the fic to give credit sorry) So like yeah Nanami would get his wisdom teeth removed and youâd take care of him and he would be such a charming man (he already is) but like just the most fluff thing heâd be like âyouâre a very beautiful nurseâ âIâm not a nurse but thank youâ you feel me? Anyways that was it lol
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is it like your followers cause I see request and people ask if they can be added as anon and Iâm like so confused)
Youâre myâŠ. my wife?
Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established relationship, crack, fluff, suggestive at the end.
An: Hey Anon! Tysm for requesting again. Iâm glad you liked the freaky energy fic!! Also, ofc Iâll never judge you for any fic idea (as long as itâs not like straight up deplorable with nasty kinks).
I hope itâs okay, but I changed this fic idea a little because I fear it was a bit too close to the original creatorâs idea, and I donât want to encroach on their idea. However, I hope the vibes are still there that you wanted!!
Your normally strong, doting, intelligent husband has been reduced to a confused mess. Lying in the bed in the sterile infirmary, Shoko carefully monitors his vitals while Satoru recites exactly how it all happened for the nth time.
Your loving, sweet, charming husband was hit with a very specific cursed technique while he was out on a mission with Gojo. Luckily, he was physically unharmed and mostly mentally unharmed as well⊠except the cursed technique is one that messes with the memory.
The curse didnât just want to kill Nanami; it wanted to break him. The curse robbed Nanami of his memory of his most precious moments: the oneâs that included you.
His hazel eyes scanned the room, wondering why everyone was making such a big fuss over him. He was fine - really.
You sat beside his hospital bed, wanting to hold his hand, but you didnât want to overwhelm him. Shoko said that his mind may be a bit fragile after having such a crucial part of his memory tampered with.
When his hazel eyes met yours, Nanami stared at you for a moment before shifting in his bed slightly. He looked to be uncomfortable with your sheer presence, which only broke your heart more.
âWere you hit with the cursed technique too?â He finally speaks, looking over at you with a bit of a confused look. He was really trying to piece together why you were here with him.
âOh, um⊠no..â You quietly respond with a forced smile. Your heart longed for your husband, and he was right here but he wasnât your husband.
âForgive me⊠Are you Shokoâs apprentice..?â He tries once again to remember. Heâs seen your face before. Maybe in a different lifetime.
Satoru and Shoko are silent as they both witness whatâs going on between you and Nanami. Holding their breaths, theyâre hopeful that heâll regain his memory at some point. The curse couldnât just extract memories. As Shoko explained it, the curse probably just kept the memories hidden from Nanami. Your husband will probably slowly start to remember you over time.
âNo⊠Iâm not Shokoâs apprentice.â You politely answer again. As bittersweet as this is, itâs certainly a cute scene to see Kento trying to make conversation with you.
âHm.â He hums to himself quietly before he gazes at you again. His hand combs through his hair, trying to fix it up from lying in the hospital bed, and Satoru quietly snickers.
âTrying to look good for her, Nanamin?â He teases lightheartedly, earning a death glare from your husband. You softly giggle too, realizing whatâs going on. Your poor husband isnât uncomfortable with your presence. Heâs nervous.
âDonât be crude, Satoru. Thereâs a lady in the room.â He huffs, shaking his head at Satoruâs audacity.
âAww, thank you, Nanami.â Shoko grins, subtly playing along with Satoruâs tactic.
âI wasnât talking about you.â Nanami responds flatly before his eyes shift to you in another âsecretiveâ glance, except everyone notices how he keeps looking at you. Your husband canât keep his eyes off of you.
âI.. apologize for being a bit forward, but do you think we couldâŠâ His eyes flicker down to the wedding band thatâs proudly sat upon your finger. His face subtly drops to a disappointed look. âAh, I see. forget what I was saying.â
Shoko and Satoru are nearly losing it. The irony that Nanami is disappointed that he canât ask you out because youâre married to him is hilarious. You give them a look, and they both quickly excuse themselves from the room, so they can go laugh together.
Once the two are finally out of the room, you smile softly before placing your hand over your husbandâs, using your thumb to gently stroke the back of his hand. He looks at you with an unsure look, but he doesnât remove his hand. His Adamâs apple bobs as he swallows harshly.
âIf you were my wife, I wouldnât like you touching another man like thatâŠâ He mutters quietly, causing you to softly giggle.
âWell, itâs a good thing I am your wife.â You finally reveal to him, unable to keep the secret any longer.
Nanamiâs eyes widen, and he looks at you with sparkling eyes but also utter confusion written all over his face. His heart is racing in his chest. The heart monitor starts to beep at a more pressured pace. The pretty woman that has been sitting next to him is his wifeâŠ?
âYouâre my⊠my wife?â He asks quietly.
âMhm.â You hum in agreement before lacing your fingers with his. Your wedding band rubs against his. Both of the gems were cut from the same diamond. His eyes then focus on the joining of your hands, and he notices it too. âWeâve been married for a few years now.â You explain in a calm tone, trying to ease him into the idea of it all.
âI⊠Iâm sorry⊠I donât-â Nanami is rarely off kilter like this, but heâs just trying to wrap his head around it all. Youâre his wife⊠Youâre his wife. âIâm sorry- I just canât seem to rememberâŠâ
âItâs okay, Ken. Take your time.â You encourage as you rub on his hand gently.
His eyes fall to his lap, and a small smile curls on his lips. He may not completely comprehend whatâs going on, but he knows in his very soul that heâs the luckiest man alive because youâre his wife.
Watching Ken fall in love with you all over again and rediscover all his daily pleasures was a treat. He slowly regained his memory over time: prompted by his senses randomly picking up on familiar sighs, smells, or even tastes.
Ken didnât only fall in love with you all over again. He fell in love with the life he cultivated with you again. He found himself laughing a bit harder. He squeezed you a bit tighter. He lounged in bed for an extra ten minutes in the morning time to bask in your presence.
Oh, and thatâs not to mention the literal tears he cried the first time he felt your cherished cunt after the incident. The way you squeezed around him so intensely⊠the way itâs so fucking wet â greedily sucking him in⊠Goddamn, heâs so lucky to have you.
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Wrote this on my phone so sorry if the formatting is wonky. First fanfic since I was a teenager, so pls be kind and enjoy!
Soshiro x reader fanfic where you're cold towards him so he thought you hated him but you actually like him.
Summary: Hoshina thinks you're only out for his position but turns out you might not hate him as much as he thinks.
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"I am grateful and honoured to be recommended for the position of Vice Captain for the second division. However, I wish to be only Captain Ashiro's Vice Captain. Until then, I am happy to remain a platoon leader."
Those were the first words Hoshina heard you say. The first time he met you was at the higher up conference. It was decided that you would be promoted based on your performance in the latest Kaiju attack. But in all honesty, he was barely paying attention as he stood in his position behind Ashiro at the round table. It was one of those monthly meetings that seemed to drag on and on, and he couldn't help but try to stiffle a yawn. It wasn't like he had a say in the decision anyway, so what's the point of listening.
His interest peaked slightly when you walked in. He had seen you around the base a couple of times and had heard your name every once in a while. But his mind was always on training himself, the rookies, and keeping them alive.
He would be lying if he said you weren't a sight for sore eyes. Your gaze was strong, and you held your head high as you presented yourself to the higherups. One of those ice princesses, he guesses, as he shifts his gaze to look at the clock.
Who would've thought you'd be so interesting.
"HAHAHA! It's great to have aspirations," one of the higher ups laughed at your rejection, "too bad Hoshina has already got you beat. You want us to replace Hoshina with you?" A series of giggles erupted around the room.
"Not at all," you said, and Hoshina swears he saw a small smirk break your cold facade. "Hoshina is a fine Vice Captain and one that Captain Mina personally appointed. Simply put, when the time comes and Captain Ashiro needs someone else, I just want to be ready for the call," you replied with what he thinks is a bit of mirth in your eyes. He also could've sworn your gaze shifted to him at the end.
Your statement was strong, ambitious, and slightly threatening even. You've practically announced that you were out for his position and if he is ever deemed unfit, you'll be the one who'll snag it from him.
He swears that was the moment he was hooked on you.
Yet, it seems it wouldn't be easy to see that break in your facade again. Well, at least not easy for him. Somehow it wasn't until this point that he noticed how popular you were. According to everyone else, you were cool, fun, and kind. So why is it that you're always so cold towards him? He's heard your platoon absolutely gush about you to everyone they've met. He's seen you crack an unwilling smile to some of the younger cadets on the training field from a distance. Hell, he's even eaves dropped on you joking with his own squad.
"Hibino-kun, I heard you wanted to stand beside the Captain," you said slyly as you sat infront of Kafka in the study room. You were resting your head on your hand and eyeing at Kafka in a way that makes even Hoshina gulp. Though, probably in a different way from Kafka. Kafka flushed and tried to look at anywhere but you, "y-yeah I'm gonna try my best to do so... I also heard that you, um, were also aiming for Vice Captain?" He scratched his head a bit embarrassed but you only looked even more amused as your gaze sized him up as if evaluating him and his ambitions.
"That's right" you said with a mischievous smile.
"So I guess that makes us enemies for now, haha"
"No. Not necessarily," you sighed crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward as if to tell Kafka a secret. "You know the saying, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. So you and I are friends."
"And who's the enemy?"
"Hoshina, of course."
Well, isn't that something Hoshina thought. At least Kafka was enjoying himself.
"I guess he is," he said shoulders slumping, finally loosening up and laughing.
"Once he's out of the picture then we'll be enemies and I'm warning you, you don't want to be my enemy," Hoshina heard you joke back.
"Is that so?"
"Vice Captain!" Kafka shouted as he stood up to salute him as Hoshina entered the room. You on the other hand, seemed to be taking your sweet time getting up to salute him.
"Sir," you said flatly, all the humour you once had vanishing. Your eyes bored into his as if you were looking at an ant beneath your boot.
Right. Not easy. Definitely not easy at all.
"Do ya really see me that way y/n-kun?" Hoshina said as he walked to stand infront of you. "Why, you're hurting my lil' ol' feelings."
He knew he was standing closer to you than you'd like. With how your cheek slightly twitched, he can't say he wasn't enjoying this.
"I apologize, sir," you mumbled as if it pained you to say. "If it pains you so much why don't you go on leave? Take as much time as you need to recover."
"Oh? And let you take over my position?" He responded with a growing smile that showed off his fang.
"Or Hibino-kun can," you responded bringing back Hibino into the conversation.
"Um!" Hibino squeaked and both you and Hoshino snap your heads to look at him. "I-I uh... Nevermind."
"That's 5 laps for you, Hibino"
"What? Why I didn-"
"You want to do 10?" Hoshina threatened as a sliver of his eyes opens.
"No, sir!" Hibino salutes before hurrying himself out of the situationâscared he'll upset his vice captain even more.
With only the two of you left in the room, your slight step backwards doesn't go unnoticed by Hoshina.
"And how many laps do you want me to run, sir?" You asked in a way that Hoshina knows that if he were to discipline you, you'd pull your rank and find a way to refuse. Or perhaps you'll do it anyways and exaggerate his cruelty as a Vice Captain. So instead, why not take this opportunity to interrogate you?
"None. Just wanna talk"
"But Hibino-"
"Hibino-kun this Hibino-kun that. Do ya like the guy that much?" Hoshina cuts in, irked in a way he doesn't really understand.
"Negative. Just thought you'd be more fair," you responded flippantly, your eyes sharp and questioning.
"And who says you'll go unpunished?" Your eyes widened at thatâbut just as quickly as it didâyour face returned to its calm and collected facade. Enjoying seeing the briefest crack in your composure, Hoshina started to wonder what else makes you tick and what other expressions can you make.
With a smirk he leaned back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back. "Say how long have you been in the force?"
The twitch of your eyebrow tells him you're thinking, what does that have to do with being punished. But you still responded, "six years, sir."
"Ahh so a little bit after me. No wonder. I would've remembered a face like yours in my cadet days." He said with a teasing smile. You seem to freeze a bit at his flirtation and it might be wishful thinking but did he see a small blush? Before he could think about it any further you responded, "yes, how very unfortunate we couldn't have entered the force together. Perhaps things could've been different if I had," insinuating something else.
"You're really out for my blood aren't you y/n-kun?" He chuckled lightly.
"Nope. Not really," you said nonchalantly seemingly finding his shoulder more interesting to look at. Hoshina leaned down to cut your line of sight. Face tilted at an angle, he leaned close to your face to force your eyes on him.
"Hmmm this is no good y/n-kun. We're supposed to be comrades, but where's the comraderie? How can we fight kaiju while bickering?"
"We'll survive," you said exasperated.
"Say, ya know what? I think I've thought of the perfect punishment for ya!" Hoshina exclaimed with an almost boyish excitement. He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms. "Since ya wanna be Vice Captain so bad, for your punishment ya have to follow me 'round and help me out with my duties."
"Like a servant?" You responded bewildered with his idea.
"Servant, slave, Vice Vice Captain. Call it whatever ya want. This way we can form a better relationship, which, hey, will set a great example for the kids," he joked only to be responded with your incredulous face that couldn't even bother to hide your grimace. "If anything, it'll benefit you too since you get to see what I do," he continued, shrugging slightly. "Maybe you can even find all my weaknesses and make a huge list to use against me to get my position," Hoshina chuckled at the thought.
After a beat of silence, Hoshina was moments away from taking it all back when you said, "okay, send me your schedule." This time, it was Hoshina whose eyes widened. He fully expected you to reject it. Hell, he suggested it in the first place because he wanted to see your reaction and how'd you go about rejecting him. Well, things are about to get fun.
His mouth curled into a grin. "Meet me at my office by 7am tomorrow," Hoshina said as he headed out of the room. "Get some rest, you'll need it."
"Whatever you say, your highness, bowlcut motherfucker," he heard you mumble under your breath as the door clicks close behind him.
Oh yea. This will be fun.
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It's been three weeks since you've been tasked to follow him around. Three weeks of teasing and getting to know each other. Three weeks of little change in your attitude towards him, Hoshina thinks sadly. He thought that he would've been able to win you over with this extra time together. Yet, it seems that he was the only one being won over.
He couldn't stop himself even if he tried. Your quick and witty comebacks. Your cold phrasing and comments that are unintentionally funny (or perhaps they are intentional and it's just your humour?). Your earnest efforts in completing the ridiculous tasks he's assigned you. The glimmer in your eyes and your attempts to stop a smile when you're trying to pretend he isn't funny. He couldn't help but be drawn towards youâbasking in the light that you emit, the light you try to hide behind your cold facade.
He wonders if you could tell. If you noticed the glances he threw your way. If you saw how he lit up when you entered the room. If you could see how distracted he became when you sat and worked beside him. Shoulders only a hair's breath apart. So close that he could only smell your sweet perfume and watch your fingers fiddle with the edge of paper. He always had to stop himself from leaning closer until his nose rested in the crook of your neckâuntil he could breath you in deeper. Oh how he longed to close his hand over yours so that you could hold onto something more stable than paper. How he wished to distract you the way you distracted him.
Hoshina huffs out a sigh as he walks out of the captains meeting with the other divisions. Ashiro couldn't attend so he went in her steadâmuch to Captain Narumi's displeasure. He did take you with him hoping that after this maybe he could convince you to get ice cream with him or something on the way back home to base. He can already imagine how bored you were waiting for him and how that might higher your chances of saying yes. He remembers you were talking with some other recruit from the 1st division when he left you in the break room.
The sound of your voice makes him halt a couple of steps infront of the break room.
"Eh? No way you think Captain Narumi is cooler than Captain Ashiro," he hears you argue.
"I'm sorry are your eyes broken or something? He's so hot. You can't compare him to her like that. They're two different kinds of hot" the girl he assumes he saw earlier responds passionately.
"Sure I'll concede to that but not to him being cooler." That's not something Hoshina wanted to hear right after his hours long meeting. Leaning back against the wall beside the slightly opened door, he can't help but feel irked. He couldn't believe he's getting jealous of Ashiro.
"Ugh that's just cuz you haven't seen him up close yet, " the other girl responds. "But hey, at least there's one thing we can agree on."
"And what's that?" You ask and Hoshina can tell your interests has been peaked.
"That Vice Captain Hoshina is the worst of the bunch." Hoshina's eyebrow twitches and he has half a mind go in there and make the recruit do 200 push-ups or try to find Narumi and beat him into a pulp. He doesn't because he was more curious about your response.
"I saw you rolling your eyes at him before the meeting. It must be tough working for him," the recruit continues.
You let out a tired laugh, "oh yeah, he's the worst. He's got me running around like a servant!" You say with a sigh and you lean your head onto your crossed arm on top of the table.
"Really! That's crazy. I just can't get over his bowlcut."
"RIGHT! His stupid bowlcut. His stupid fangs. His stupid cocky attitude..." Alright, well. Hoshina couldn't handle anymore of this. He pushed himself off the wall ready to open the door.
"God, I want him so bad." Huh? Hoshina froze in his steps, eyes wide open. Did he mishear you? He must have misheard you.
"HUH?" The recruit repeats a second later. "But you were just calling his hair stup-"
"It is stupid. He should not look that hot with that hair cut," you ramble on seriously as if in a world of your own.
"Stupid little fangs. I hate the way he uses them to nibble on his lips when he concentrates. Why the fuck does he have fangs?! Is he a vampire? God, it's so distracting." Although you're saying all of this like a rant, Hoshina can't help but overheat in his uniform. Covering half his face with his hand he already knows he's red.
"What? Are we looking at the same person?!" The recruit exclaims exasperated with you.
"I think I'm losing my mind," you say running your hand through your hair trying to soothe yourself. "He's so annoying. Always teasing me and sticking so close to me. God I feel like I'm always a second away from tearing at my hair or tearing that stupid compression shirt off. Any tighter and he won't be able to breath. It's like he's doing it on purpose to show off his abs." Hoshina chokes on his own spit.
"You know what? M-maybe it's cuz you haven't gone on a date in a while. Maybe you just need to get laid." The recruit says with a touch of worryâgenuinely trying to find any rhyme or reason to your attraction.
"Ughhhh," you say sliding down your chair. "Maybe you're right, I should get laid." There's a pause before you're suddenly sitting back up straight. You lean towards the recruit across the table, "maybe I'll ask Captain Narumi out."
NO "NO!! He's off limits don't you fucking dare!" The recruit screams standing up abruptedly and slamming her hands onto the table.
By the sounds of your maniacal laughter, Hoshina hopes you're only joking.
"Don't worry," you wheeze out, wiping a tear from your eye. "Your precious Captain is all yours." Hoshina hears the humour and mischief in your voice and he can't help but smile too. From the sound of your voice, he knows you're not done teasing the recruit.
"PLUS-" Ah, there she goes " Vice Captain Hoshina is much much MUCH cooler than Captain Snorumi anyways."
The scandalous gasp does well to hide his own snicker.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
"That's just the truth, hun. We all know it," you say matter of factly as you lean back into your seat crossing your arms.
"You can't even compare someone who's only a Vice Captain to a Captain! Captain Narumi climbed the r-"
"Oh is being Captain all it takes to be cool? Well Narumi must've been a drag before he became Captain." You argue back defiantly and cheekily, clearly enjoying this.
"Well swords are powerless against a gun! He can't-"
"And yet he was able to be promoted to Vice Captain with his swords while some of us can't even become a platoon leader with their guns." Both the recruit and Hoshina gasp at that and Hoshina decides to interrupt before the situation escalates further. If only he was a little less responsible. He would've loved to see how far you'd go for him. Oh well, he has all the time in the world to corner you about it.
"Yoohoo! The meetings over y/n-kun- Ah, sorry, was I interrupting something?" He says with a grin as both your heads snap towards him scandalized. Well, the recruit appears to be scandalized. You seem to be mortified.
Your jaw dropped open and the red that was flushing your skin from the tip of your ears all the way down to your neck was so pleasing. To think that you yourself would be the downfall of your cool and collected image amuses Hoshina greatly. He can only stare and admire the mess you've become. Too cute. Way too cute for his heart.
"C-captain!" Your voice cracks. Oh, even cuter. "I uh- I, we were- you didn't interrupt anything at all" you say clearing your throat and trying to regain your composure.
"What's got ya all worked up l/n?" He asks with false innocence as he tilts his head, "were you talking about something you shouldn't be?" He teases with a slight lilt in his voice.
"Of course not!" Growing a shade brighter you add "Sir!" to try to save yourself.
"Well alright then, come on let's go, I'm over this place," Hoshina says nodding his head goodbye at the recruit and exiting the room. He hears you whisper shout your own goodbyes before running to catch up with him. You stop and walk slightly behind him and he can't help but revel in your embarassment. He wonders if he should let you off easy or see how far he can push you...
"So you think my hair is stupid?"
He swears he can hear you internally scream.
#hoshina soshiro x reader#soshiro hoshina#gen narumi#kaiju no. 8#fanfic#kaiju no.8 fanfic#y/n#kafka hibino#mina ashiro
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Kinktober Day 2 - Shibari ft Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)
Google hishi karada under your own risk. That's it. That's the inspiration and GODS I want that hello????//HIT This one ended up longer than expected but also can you believe I wrote almost all of it on the bus/train omw home?? NICE
âJust saying, itâs an interesting use of the House of Daenaâs resources. Coming from you, at least.â Alhaitham speaks nonchalantly, eyes glued to the book heâs holding in one hand as the other is currently held by you, crisscrossing red rope in a rather complex pattern as you glance back and forth at the book in your lap.
You give no answer, concentrated in your work. The rope draws lines and presses knots along his bicep, crossing over around the elbow and following down to his wrist.
Not too tight as to hurt.
Your brow frowns with little expression lines as you maneuver the rope into the last knot. This goes here, then pull there, cross here and tighten a littleâŠ
âThere we go! What do you think?â You smile proudly scooting back a little, hands by your hips.
The Scribe finally diverts his attention from the calculus book heâs reading and looks at his arm with genuine interest, his green and terracotta gaze appraising.Â
He flexes his arm a little, testing the give, and tilts his head just slightly as he looks at the pattern from different angles.
âHow honest do you want me to be?â He asks simply. Itâs a little game you two have.
âUm⊠7? 8? Itâs my first time, don't be too harshâ You reply with a little pout and puppy dog eyes.
He sighs. As if he could ever live with himself if he made you upset. âItâs not bad at all for a first time. The rope feels a little loose at some parts and the design is not fully uniform but the knots seem sturdy and well-executed. Perhaps you could have picked a simpler design however this one came through really well.â He assesses, sounding a little too much like a teacher but thatâs why you find him endearing. Alhaitham is honest and direct.Â
âReally? Iâm happy thenâ You beam. âI picked this one because I thought the diamond pattern was pretty⊠and it kinda fits youâ You giggle, turning to the book and gesturing at the drawings and diagrams, blushing a little.
Alhaitham knows how to read between lines. Clearly, you have pictured him tied up like this.
Or perhaps⊠yourself?
âMay I try now?â He asks suddenly, closing his book and setting it aside.
âH-huh?âÂ
âA fair trade, I was your guinea pig, so now youâll be mine. And youâve caught my interest with this.â He says with a casual shrug. His expression as stoic as ever, in a way that no one could read his thoughts.
But you know him better than anyone, and you catch that little glint in his eye.Â
âSure⊠of course.â You nod dumbfounded.
The two of you undo the knots around his arm and you gather together the strings of rope. Alhaitham picks up the book and quickly flips through the pages with a certain decisiveness.Â
He suddenly stops, thinks for a moment, his hand smoothing out the page. âAre you ok with a full chest harness?âÂ
âUm?â You scoot over and glance at the book. Itâs a beautiful design. Doesnât look too overly complicated but you have learned they can be deceiving in practice.Â
It has a diamond design too.
âOk, I have no issue.â You nod.Â
He places the book close by, picks a rope checking the length and starts working. He first loops it around your neck and slowly starts weaving the strands. This one requires almost no knots it seems, just the rope pulling on itself from different angles to keep it balanced and create the diamond shapes.
You watch silently, the scribe checks with you on every step, if itâs too tight, hurting or pulling at something. You shake your head every time. He diligently creates the wrapping around your chest and down your tummy and hips.Â
Itâs hypnotizing, soothing in a way, but also has your nerves alight.Â
Finally he reaches the spot around your crotch and you suddenly feel hyperaware as he loops the rope around your inner thighs, digging on the delicate skin of your groin. The ropes crumple at the skirt of your dress.
You squirm a bit as he ties the final knot behind you. Bringing everything together and securing it. âThere, all done.â He declares pulling back a little. âI must admit Iâm impressed, looks even better than I expected.âÂ
You move around and test his handiwork. The rope is snug on your skin, thigh enough it will surely leave light marks for a while, but not enough to be painful or chafe your skin. The sensation is⊠comfortable, flexible. But also so⊠noticeable. You feel the slight pressure of them, the teasing pull. Theyâre just there, impossible to ignore, binding you. And you can see the erotic appeal.
Reverent hands ghost over the patterns of ropes going around your body, teasing you with feather-light touches. âAdjustingâ here and there, meticulous, bushing at your chest or pulling at your neck.Â
âAlhaithamâŠâ You whine. Keenly aware of your nipples hardening.
âYou know, I could loop some more rope going from the back and bind your arms too. Or⊠add a similar tie at your legs⊠keeping your thighs and calves together and your legs spread. This diamond pattern has many varieties.â
And so, it dawns on you.
âY-you⊠have you read about this before?âÂ
He chuckles, hands smoothing over your legs as he leans closer to you. âYes. In fact⊠I borrowed this exact same book once.â He smirks âWhen I saw you with it, I knew I simply had to try this tie on you. It rather captivated me back then⊠but it captivates me much more on you.âÂ
His thumb rubs over the damp spot in your panties and you squeak, hips bucking.
âBastard. Mean. Evil. Y-you lied to me!â You sputter, flushed and worked up at having fallen in his trap. Clearly he had planned this from the start and here you are now, all tied up like his prey. His little prize.Â
His hand tilts your chin up towards him, his face close making your cheeks even warmer. âI did no such thing.â He says, sounding a little playful even. âNothing of what I said was untrue, and especially not the part about you looking absolutely enthralling like this.â His eyes roam over your figure, and this time, you see the hunger.Â
his fingers hook on the rope between your breasts and he pulls you into his lap.
âPerhaps I should keep you like this for a little longerâŠâ
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Could you write something kinda similar to what you wrote before? Like with insecure reader but it's like the opposite, maybe her not being intimate with Peter yet because guys usually dump her after they hook up with her?
iiiiiii, dunno about this one :(
Itâs not like you're a virgin.Â
If you were, it would make sense to be a little scared. Or maybe it was anxiety.Â
However, Peter Parker was a good guy. He held your hand like it was his job, called when he said he would, heâs close to all your friends, even adapting some to his own group. He asked to kiss you the first time he did, not expecting it but hoping. He always paid for your dates, even when you try to strong arm him into not doing it.Â
Peter was a good guy. A really, really good guy.Â
So why do you hurt him time and time again when he tries to take it to another step?
You could see the confusion filtering through, he used to be good at hiding it but more and more the poker face is fading and you can read the real emotion.Â
If you have sex with him, you could lose him.Â
If you donât have sex with him, you could lose him. Â
You were set to lose no matter what.Â
It was getting harder to say no, this time you had to force yourself to pull away and gasp for air.Â
âUm- movie?âÂ
Peter closes his eyes against the pillow, heâs fighting the tightness in his jeans poorly.Â
âYeah, sure.âÂ
Making out with Peter is really, really fun. Everything about Peter was fun, thatâs why you donât want to lose him.Â
You donât want to look back, heâs laying down and youâre sitting up trying to find a movie to hide the truth behind.Â
Peterâs had enough on his end.Â
âUh, baby?âÂ
âYes?â Donât look back.Â
He knows youâre not a virgin.Â
âCan we talk?âÂ
âAbout?â You search for a movie harder. Donât look back.Â
Peter pauses, heâs not sure how to word it.Â
âDo you⊠Are you⊠IsâŠâ Frustrated, he huffs, âwhat would the next step in our relationship be?â He needs to know, do you both have different versions of the next step? He thought sex would be a no brainer, but it seems like you donât want to do it with him.Â
Sex.Â
Sex would be the next step, you know that and so does he. But if you say it will he expect it?Â
Donât look back.
A nonchalant shrug, âsex, I guess.âÂ
Heâs tired of looking at the back of your head.
âCan you look at me, please?âÂ
No.Â
âYeah,â you turn.Â
Peter looks soft, almost sad. Heâs always thought you were good at reading each other, he doesnât know what youâre thinking.Â
âAre we on different pages?âÂ
Your head tilts, âwhat do you mean?âÂ
His turn to sit up, âIâm ready to have sex and I thought you were too. But it feels like you always worm your way out of it, and thatâs fine cause if youâre not ready then Iâm not either.âÂ
Either, either, either.Â
Heâs in this with you.Â
âEvery time Iâve had sex they always leave after. I donât want you to leave.âÂ
Peter rolls his eyes, âbabe, Iâve got like, thirty shirts in your closet. Iâm not going anywhere, and if never having sex is my only way to prove it, Iâll do it.âÂ
You raise your eyebrows, âreally, you could go without sex forever?âÂ
He shrugs, âeh, I mean, I really like you, and sex is fun but you canât miss what you donât have. I donât know what it would be like to have sex with you, but I know how much it feels to miss you.âÂ
Is this how love is supposed to feel?Â
Itâs getting really hard saying no, and if he says it, he means it. Youâve learned that by now.Â
You check your phone, if heâs still here in the morning then heâs your forever.Â
âWell, I also donât know what sex feels like with you.âÂ
You move in closer, âbut, Iâd like to find out.âÂ
Peterâs eyes lit up, itâs not about getting to bone you, itâs about the trust you have for him. Even you can read his look that well. He leans in to kiss you, his words whispered against your lips.Â
âIâll make breakfast.âÂ
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àšà§ pairing â streamer/gamer!bf park sunghoon x fem!reader
àšà§ synopsis â dating sunghoon was like flipping two sides of a coin. on one side, it felt like you were dating the sweetest introvert known to man. but on another side, you felt like he was the loudest extrovert (and gamer) that ever lived. you tried living with it, in this little bubble. but when sunghoon starts acting sensitive and eventually forgets your anniversary, that fragile bubble finally bursts.
àšà§ genre â non!idol au, established relationship, angst BUT with a fluffy ending cuz why not, shy!sunghoon but open when he's only with you
àšà§ warnings â cursing, sunghoon being forgetful, miscommunication trope (i'm sorry), bottling up feelings, arguments between you and hoonie :(
àšà§ word count â 1,752 words, 9410 characters (NOT PROOFREAD (cause midterms sucks ass))
àšà§ author's note â sorry for the mini hiatus y'all i have my midterms!!! #busygall but y'all have seen gamer!bf hee, but what about sunghoon? i feel like he's quiet on the outside but his gamer side is so.. this for my ice prince (but with a heart of gold) girlies... sorry for the angst!!!!!!
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opposed to his loud and obnoxious friends, he tended to let out a small chuckle instead of a crackling laugh. at first (and around you), he was like that.
obviously you two liked each other in secret, because sunghoon didnât know what to say, and you werenât sure if he liked you back.
so when you two started dating, where you would stay over at his place more often (and eventually it felt as if you two moved in together), was when you found out about his gamer side.
turns out, behind the striking radiation of his monitor, was a completely different sunghoon. instead of his usual quiet self, he was loud as any other streamer. you could practically hear his laugh echo through his apartment as he did his streams.
you didn't want to disturb sunghoon in the middle of his streams, so whenver you needed something, you'd text him (even if he won't reply immediately, it was a good try).
but over time, you got more comfortable around each other. sunghoon even told you that "it's okay sweets, just call my name and i'll respond."
so you did. you started with little "what do you want for dinner?"s and a "i'm gonna go to sleep, okay?"
the first few times you'd do that, sunghoon would answer with a sweet "um, do you mind getting some takeout?" and a "okay sweets, sleep well."
but then, he would get easily irritated. his sweet replies turned into sharp responses like "just get whatever you want, i don't care."
you understood that you were bothering him. you saw on his screen how he was losing the match (maybe? you didn't understand what he was playing), and you didn't want to anger him further. but you knew at one point, the bubble would one day burst.
it was a friday. but it was your 6 month anniversary. you had everything planned, you planned a dinner with him, and got him presents. you especially got him a custom made keyboard keycap with your initials engraved, and one of a little penguin. you were determined to make today special.
you woke up at seven, seeing your boyfriend's still sleeping figure, ready to start the day by making some fresh waffles for the two of you before you had some uni classes at ten.
you had everything decorated, the waffles drizzled with honey, and a little sticky note next to it that wrote "happy 6 months hoon <3" and two cups of steaming hot coffee.
you got ready and dressed up, waiting for sunghoon to come down. the clock's hand at the number 8. but slowly, the hands on the clock that hung on his wall moved. from 8 to 9. the ice in his coffee slowly melting. the waffles no longer warm with the love you made for him.
you wanted to wake him up. but after his sensitive behavior at you a couple weeks prior, you were scared.
when your phone read 9.50, you realized that sunghoon wasn't waking up anytime soon. so you packed your bag and wrote a little note under the previous sticky note reading "i'm off to uni, enjoy and i can't wait for tonight :)" to let sunghoon know you were at uni. so you left.
thankfully, you only had 2 classes, so by 3pm, you were on your way home. you were excited to see sunghoon, half expecting him to wait for you by the door with his arms open.
you were lucky you hadn't expected 100% that sunghoon would be there. because the moment you stepped in your shared apartment, you felt emptyness.
the plate of what once was filled with waffles on the table was half eaten, his now empty glass of coffee sitting in the sink, and the sticky note you'd left on the ground. it wasn't crumpled or anything, but you were hoping he atleast read it.
knowing it was a friday and that sunghoon would be back from uni at 5, you determined to get yourself ready for that night.
you wore his favorite dress. you did your hair the way he liked. you had everything ready for him.
you sat in the living room waiting for sunghoon to come home. the time on your phone read 5.03pm. he should be wrapping up his classes now.
but you knew this feeling all too well. this feeling of deja vu as the clock's hands slowly moved from five to six. six to seven. seven to eight. before you knew it, it was almost 11pm as you were in the bathroom washing off the streams of dried mascara from when you were crying.
the moment you heard the apartment door open, you had no expectations. even if a little piece of you hoped that he'd come home all dressed in a suit, a hanful of flowers, and a plausible excuse to his lateness.
but as you stepped downstairs, makeup slightly washed off from the dried mascara, was when the words "what are you all dressed up for gorgeous? it's 11pm," slipped from his mouth. finally, that bubble burst as your fractured heart finally broke into pieces.
there he was, still in casual wear, hair slightly a mess, clearly reeking of alcohol. he was out partying.
that's the moment sunghoon sobered up. the sound of your sobs. never in your six months of dating has he ever seen you in this state. yes, you had arguments left and right, maybe some tears from rewatching la la land for the hundredth time. but never this.
"no no no, sweets what's wrong?" he asked, his once drunken eyes now filled with worry as he tried to pull you into his touch.
"you don't get it sunghoon, do you?" you snapped at him, swatting his hands away. you never used his government name. it was always hoonie, or baby. but never just sunghoon.
"get what sweets? why are you wearing my favorite dress? if you had told me this i would've come home earlier." sunghoon defended.
"you seriously forgot? you ate the waffles, drank the coffee, i even wrote you a note! were you just so caught up with your stupid games that you just forgot?" you ranted. you had enough.
"what sticky note? i woke up at ten and the place was practically empty, i saw the waffles on the table and the coffee and i just assumed that you made breakfast and left for uni." sunghoon proclaimed.
"you know what? i'm gonna go to bed. i can't handle you anymore. just go scream at your monitor, or- whatever." you sighed, heading upstairs into your shared bedroom.
sunghoon sighed, his hands on his hips, before running a hand through his hair. at that moment, he spotted the small heart sticky note under the dinner table. he hunched over and grabbed it, before he read what you had written on it.
the moment it clicked, he rushed upstairs. your six months. six. he can't believe he forgot.
as he stepped into the bedroom, he saw you in that dress, about to take it off. his favorite dress. "sweets i'm so sorry-"
"sorry won't cut it sunghoon. you've been so sensitive lately and all i wanted was to spend some time with my boyfriend! but no, you just had to play your stupid video games." you argued.
"no, you're the one who's been so distant lately! so i've been occupying myself with those stupid games to distract from my thoughts that maybe you would break up with me!"
"but that doesn't justify the fact that you just plain out forgot and left me to rot here!" you screamed at his face.
"i was out with the boys because i was trying to figure out how to tell you i love you!" he confessed, head hung low.
your once dried eyes filled with tears once more. in a panic, sunghoon cupped your face in his hands slowly wiping away the tears away, before you buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying your best not to break into pieces.
"i think we need to work on our communication." you mumbled in the crook of his neck.
"what do you mean, sweets?" he asks, slowly caressing your hair.
"because i love you more, hoonie." you whisper in his ear.
"that's impossible." he pushed you away from the crook of his neck, wiping away your tears as he pushed your hair away from your face. he looked in your eyes with a dashing smile.
his smile felt so infectious, that you couldn't help but shoot him a smile back, "because i love you most, sweets," before he kissed you.
his hands were painfully warm compared to your cold touch, a side effect of hours of waiting in the cold living room.
you smiled into the kiss, pulling away to take a deep breath, spotting sunghoon staring at you like you were his whole world, before you dove into another kiss.
"sweets, you know how much i love this dress on you." he mumbled into the kiss.
you pulled away and let out a laugh, "oh i know, it was supposed to be my little gift to you."
"oh but i probably deserve a punishment for making your heart break like that, i mean you were crying for hours! i'll do anything, what do you want?" sunghoon asked, ready to give you what seemed like the world.
"take a break from playing your games." you asked from him. looking into his eyes.
"well that's not as bad-"
"for a month."
"no no no i can't do that! you know the money i earn from my streams basically funds your shopping habit. i mean how am i supposed to dress you up in such beautiful dresses?"
you chuckled at his response, blushing at how affectionate he was being. "how about just two weeks and i'll make you breakfast every morning? or i could play animal crossing with you?" sunghoon begged.
you sighed into him, finally giving in knowing how much he hated playing animal crossing. he just thought it was stupid and there was no challenge to it. "okay. two weeks, breakfast, and animal crossing. but could you at least teach me how to play your games with you though? i feel bad that you have to hear me yap on about my favorite villagers."
with a chuckle, sunghoon kisses your temple, "for you, always."
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[ sometimes goodbye is a second chance ] j. hughes
paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader
summary : Jack and his ex reunite at Nicoâs wedding, reigniting some old feelings between the pair
warning(s) : a heavy makeout session, mentions of injured!jack & hockey injuries
authorâs note : was reading something for jack then realized that itâs been a hot second since i wrote anything for him so thatâs how this lil thing was born lmaoo. enjoy loves
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She wasn't going to go to the wedding. As a matter of fact, she made sure she had plans for that weekend that she was supposed to be in Switzerland so she could use them as an excuse to why she couldn't be there for the wedding.
Then Nico did everything but get on his hands and knees to beg her to come since she is one of his close friends. How could she say no to those big doe eyes that the captain of the Devils has? Even she's not immune to those eyes of his.
It's a beautiful day when she arrives for the wedding. Nico waits for her by baggage claim when she walks into Bern Airport after getting off the plane that brought her to Switzerland. She smiles and runs up to her close friend. Despite everything that happened right after the new year, she and Nico stayed close.
Well, as close as they could be while she was busy avoiding one of his teammates.
When she gets to Nico, she wraps her arms around him. "So happy you could come," Nico tells her as they back away from each other. "Mia is even excited that you're here."
"Nico, I can't ever say no to either of you," she teases. "I'm happy that I came too though. Forgot how beautiful it is here."
She grabs her suitcase and duffel bag before she walks outside to Nico's car. "So, all the guests are at the hotel already since the rehearsal dinner is tonight on the roof," he tells her as they load her stuff into the car. "There's probably enough time for you to take a nap if you want to take one since I know you're a big napper after you travel." She playfully punches his shoulder as soon as she's settled in the passenger's seat. "I'm just saying that you came in eight hours before the dinner so you have time to sleep if you want!"
"You don't have to call me a 'big napper'," she retorts with a smile on her face. Nico sticks his tongue out at her. "Oh, how grown up. Aren't you getting married tomorrow?"
"And my fiancé finds it cute when I stick my tongue out at her."
"Doesn't work on me, Nico. Hate to break it to you."
After about twenty minutes of driving, Nico pulls up to the hotel. She looks up at the building with a sigh.
The entire drive, her mind has been on her ex-boyfriend. She knows that he'll be here, but she doesn't know if he's already here.
Nico turns the car off as soon as he finds a parking spot. She sighs and unbuckles her seatbelt. She waits to get out though. She doesn't know how she feels about running into Jack, but right now she's very anxious.
It's not that they ended on bad terms. She just couldn't watch him keep playing and risking long term damage to his shoulder.
He kept forcing himself to get back on the ice before his body was ready and he wasn't able to heal correctly. She couldn't bear to watch him keep hurting himself, so she walked away.
Of course she kept tabs on him throughout the rest of the season after she walked away in January. It broke her heart to miss the Stadium Series game because she was looking forward to seeing both him and Luke play. She was ecstatic when she saw online that he was going to be getting surgery on the shoulder that he hurt in the game against Chicago.
She didn't reach out though. She didn't think she had the right.
"I know you're worried about seeing him," Nico states. "I made sure that your rooms were on different floors so you won't see each other until later. He, um ..." he trails off. "He tells me all the time how much he wishes he listened to you and let his body heal."
"He only keeps saying that because he wishes he never lost me," she comments as she blinks away the tears that have formed in her eyes. "I walked away because I couldn't keep watching him hurt himself to play a sport. I know he loves it, but he loved it more than he loved me so I walked away."
"He got surgery back in April," Nico tells her. "Before the season even ended to get a head start on his recovery. He started doing physical therapy two weeks ago so he's doing well. He'll get back on the ice in a month. I told him to take it easy."
A tear rolls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away. "Why couldn't he just do this sooner?" she says. Her voice is so shaky that she can barely speak.
Nico grabs her hand. "He needed to lose you to realize that what he was doing was not okay," he replies. "I know how hard it's been for you. Both of you. I think that the two of you should talk this weekend. For both your sakes."
She shakes her head and looks at Nico. "I don't know if I can face him after walking away from him," she cries. "You didn't see the look on his face when I left the apartment that day, Nico. You didn't see how much I hurt him when he was already in physical pain. I don't know if he even wants to talk to me after that. I kicked him when he was already down."
He pulls her across the armrest and into a hug. She cries into his shoulder and grasps onto his t-shirt. "He's worried that you won't talk to him," he admits. "Just so you know. If you want to talk to him, do it. You both need some closure."
The worst part is that she knows it too. She walked away and didn't reply to a single one of his texts or calls. She moved to Philadelphia to her brother's apartment so she was just far enough away that he couldn't drive to her but close enough if something happened to him.
She never stopped caring, and she should probably tell him that.
With a nod, she pulls away. "Okay," she sighs. "I'll talk to him. Only if he wants to talk to me though."
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She doesn't talk to Jack at the rehearsal dinner. As a matter of fact, she doesn't even see him at the rehearsal dinner. There aren't a ton of people at the dinner either so she thought that she would see him. It surprises her that she didn't.
Getting ready the next afternoon though, she knows that today will be the day she sees him. At least she'll look her best when he sees her for the first time since she walked out on that cold January day. Same goes for him. Jack's always looked good in a suit and tie. She wonders which one of his game day suits he'll be in today.
Three rolls around and she heads from her second floor hotel room down to the first floor. She'd walk down the stairs if her feet weren't already killing her from the heels she has on.
The ceremony is taking place in the ballroom because of how many guests will be attending. The reception and dinner are taking place up on the rooftop at five so Nico and his new wife can get some pictures taken up there before everyone joins them.
Elevator doors open and she's met with the one person she's been wanting to avoid until the reception tonight. Jack freezes like a deer in headlights, but his eyes drink her in as she steps onto the elevator.
It's not like she's wearing something very revealing. The top of her red dress hugs her body, shoves off her curves, and pushes her breasts up a little bit. Her loose sleeves hang off her shoulders. The skirt falls to her knees and is kind of puffy.
"Uh, hi," Jack breathes out as the door closes behind her. "You, um, look good."
"Hi," she replies as she runs her fingers through her curls. "You too. Um, look good." His red tie with his black and white suit matches her red dress. Nico definitely told him what color that she was going to wear.
His eyes flicker down her body again and she feels self-conscious of the way her dress hugs her body. She crosses her arms over her chest and prays that the doors open soon.
Jack quickly picks up on how uncomfortable she is. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Stare?" she interrupts. "It's fine." The elevator dings and the doors slide open behind her. "I'll see you around."
She quickly makes her escape. Her heels are muffled by the carpet but she finds the room that she knows Nico is in.
After she knocks a handful of times, the door opens. Nico is the one that opens the door. He looks handsome in his suit and tie. He has a white rose hanging out of his flap on his jacket. "Oh, don't you look nice dressed up," she comments.
Nico rolls his eyes and lets her in the room. "Oh, shush," Nico retorts. She looks behind him as she walks into the room to and sees his older brother, his dad, Timo, and Jonas.
"Hi," she says to everyone in the room. "Just needed to come talk to Nico for a second. Won't keep him very long. I swear."
"What's going on?" Nico questions behind her.
She turns to face him. "I ran into Jack," she replies. "Wearing a red tie. Want to tell me why he was wearing a red tie when I'm wearing a red dress?"
He shoots her a smile. "Purely coincidental," Nico tells her. "He does play on a team that wears red and black so many he was missing the team when he picked out his tie."
"Nico Hischier, I'm going to kill you on your wedding day if you don't start talking in the next two seconds," she snaps.
âI donât know what you want me to say,â Nico laughs as he throws his hands up in the air in surrender. âI have no idea why Jackâs wearing a red tie. I didnât tell him what you were wearing if thatâs why you came marching in here to yell at me.â
She sighs and rubs her fingers through her curls. âOkay,â she replies. âI think Iâm just losing it or something. Kind of freaking out.â
âHave you talked to him?â asks Timo. She looks over Nicoâs shoulder to look at him. âI mean, it might solve that unresolved tension between you. Itâs so thick that I can feel it when heâs not even in the room.â
With a blink of her eyes, she says, âI canât believe I never thought of talking to him. Wow.â
Timo rolls his eyes and Nico takes over the conversation. âLook, I know youâre avoiding him because you think he doesnât want to talk to you,â he begins to say. âBut even Timo and Seigs can attest to this, Jack wants to talk to you. Seriously. Heâs nervous you wonât talk to him. Youâll be in the same area for the rest of the day. Please say more than just âyou look goodâ to him.â
She groans in slight frustration. âYou are insufferable,â she tells her close friend. âGood luck Mia.â
Thereâs laughter behind her as she walks out of the room to get to where the ceremony is taking place in one of the larger rooms.
Itâs almost like a very large conference room with a lot of chairs. There has to be nearly a hundred chairs in the room. She greets Nicoâs mom and sister as well as some of his Devils teammates.
Across the room, she sees Jack talking to his brothers. All three of them look very handsome. Thatâs when she realizes that Jackâs arm isnât in a sling like he was the last time she saw a picture of him. She was too shocked earlier in the elevator to notice that he doesnât have on a sling. His hair is a little longer than it was a few months ago. He smiles at something Quinn said.
She takes her seat right behind the Devils, sitting right behind Jack of all people. He sits between Haula and Merc.
When she goes to say something, the ceremony starts.
Talking to Jack is just going to have to wait.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ:*
Thereâs an hour between when the ceremony ends and the reception begins so Nico and Mia can take pictures up on the roof. She needs to touch up her makeup since she decided to cry while Nico was saying his vows. Her best friend grew up so much since they met back at the 2017 NHL draft.
A lot of the guests have already made their way to the roof when she gets up there. She grabs a glass of champagne from a tray that a waiter is holding and takes a big gulp of it to prepare her for the night to come.
She spots Dawson, Luke, Jesper, and Simon all standing by the railing. No Jack so itâs safe to approach despite his little brother standing there. She hopes that Luke doesnât hate her guts for breaking his brotherâs heart.
When she approaches the group of Devils, Dawson gets excited. âOh my God, I didnât think you were coming,â he says as he drapes an arm over her shoulders.
âAnd miss a Swiss wedding?â she laughs. âAbsolutely not. I wasnât about to skip out on Nicoâs wedding.â The boys laugh, even Luke. Her eyes fall on the youngest of the Hughes boys. âAnd how are you, baby Hughes? Still settling in well with the team?â
Luke nods with a smile. âThe guys have been very welcoming,â he tells her. âHelped me out of that slump I was in.â
She mirrors his smile. âThatâs great,â she says. âGlad you were able to come in and get right to it. Being a Calder nominee isnât an easy feat so I wanted to come congratulate you on your rookie season.â
âThank you.â
Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Jack. He stands with Dougie, Dawsy, Haula, and Nico. Mia stands with her arm hooked with her new husbandâs.
Luke, Dawson, and Nemec all walk away to get another drink. Jesper stands next to her. âHow many times have you been told to talk to him?â Bratter asks.
âToo many so please donât-â
âIâm not. I was just going to offer to go get him if you did want to talk to him.â
She sighs and finishes her glass of champagne. âI want to talk to him but do you really think heâll listen to me if I apologize?â she comments.
âI do,â Bratter replies. She looks up at him. âI mean it. He has been kicking himself for months. I know he misses you. I donât know if he misses your relationship or just you in his life but he misses you. I think talking to him is worth it.â
She turns her head to look at Jack. He looks happy and she doesnât want to ruin that. âWhat if I just upset him?â she questions. âI donât want to ruin his happiness.â
âHeâs not truly happy without you,â Jesper says. âTalk to him. I think heâll listen to what you have to say. Maybe he will even offer his own apology to you. Iâll be right back.â
Then he walks away. She watches him walk up to Jack and say something to him. She stands straight up and sighs when Jack looks over at her. She puts a smile on her face and heads over to the group.
Itâs now or never. Itâs early in the evening so neither of them are drunk yet. Sheâs had just enough alcohol to give her the courage to have this conversation with Jack.
All eyes are on her, but her eyes are on Jack. âHi,â she breathes out. âCan we talk for a second? Please? Alone?â
Jack nods and hands his drink to Dougie. She shoots a smiling Nico a glare as she turns and walks inside so theyâre away from the prying eyes of Jackâs teammates and her mutual friends that she has with Nico. Theyâre all very nosy.
She finds a little room off to the side that she walks into with a sigh. She picks at the skin around her fingernails out of nerves.
This is truly it. The next few minutes are either going to make or break whatever relationship or friendship they have left. She bites the inside of her cheek as she turns and faces Jack.
âWhat did you want to-â Jack begins to say before she interrupts him.
âI want to apologize,â she quickly replies. âFor that night. For ignoring all your calls and texts after. I shouldnât have given you that ultimatum. Not at that moment, anyway. I caused you emotional pain while you were in so much physical pain.â
Jackâs face falls into a frown as she talks. He starts to shake his head the longer she talks. âNo, you had every right to give me that ultimatum,â he tells her. âI pushed myself way too hard and losing you opened my eyes to just how hard I was pushing myself. To what I was putting my body through. I didnât understand why at first but now I do. Iâm sorry that I saw that too late.â
Tears form in her eyes at the softness of his voice. She wasnât expecting this Jack when she talked to him.
âI thought youâd be mad,â she admits. âI thought youâd want to yell at me for walking away. For ending it.â
âI was mad,â Jack says. âBelieve me. I was so mad that I pushed myself even harder for a few weeks. Then there was setback after setback and I finally understood why.â
The tears that formed in her eyes roll down her cheeks, painting her skin black with eyeliner. She shouldâve grabbed her waterproof eyeliner but she didnât.
She stares across the room at her ex. Neither of them say a word for a second, before she asks the question she has wanted to know the answer to for nearly six months.
âWhy did you do it?â she asks. âWhy did you have to push yourself so hard and risk long term damage? Donât tell me itâs because you love hockey and put your all into the sport. You shouldnât have to push yourself to the point of surgery.â
Jack looks down at his feet and she raises her eyebrows. She presses her lips in a tight line as she waits for him to respond.
The answer she gets is not the one she was ready for.
âI thought that no one would care about me or love me if I wasnât playing hockey,â Jack mumbles. âAll anyone has talked about this season is me and my brothers. Hughes Bowl, me getting to 100 points after hitting 99 last season, whatever about me and Luke playing together. It seemed like no one would give a shit about me if I had stopped mid-season to heal. It seemed like everyone would write me off as weak or get mad at me for taking care of my shoulder. So I pushed you away and pushed myself to play until we got eliminated from contention so no one could blame me for missing playoffs. I didnât want to be the reason we missed playoffs, but it feels like I am anyway.â
She frowns at his response. She had no idea that he felt this way.
Thereâs some space between them so she takes a few steps forward so she stands in front of him. âYou could have talked to me,â she softly tells him. âI was willing to support you through whatever you needed to do to be healthy. Yet you seemed to care more about hockey than me.â
He lifts his head up and thatâs when she sees the tears in his eyes. She pouts at the sight.
âI didnât want you to see me at my lowest, and Iâm sorry for pushing you away,â Jack comments. âI love you and I didnât want you to see that side of me. I love you more than I have ever loved hockey. I shouldâve listened to you when you told me to rest and I didnât. I should have.â He pauses for a second and meets her eyes. âI never should have let you walk out that door.â
She reaches up to dry his cheeks when the tears begin to roll. âYou know that everyone would still love and care about you if you had just pressed pause on the season,â she tells him. âEveryone that loves you wouldâve supported you if you just let your body heal. No one likes seeing a player push himself to surgery. I would have stayed and helped you instead of loving and supporting you from afar.â
Jack leans down and rests his forehead on hers. His eyes are closed and her hands rest on his jaw. Her thumbs trace his cheekbones and her eyes remain on his face.
âIâm sorry,â Jack softly says.
âIâm sorry for walking out on you when you needed me,â she tells him. âI kicked you when you were down and it wasnât fair of me to do that to you. Iâm sorry I broke your heart.â
He wraps his hands around her wrists before he pulls them down so he can lace their fingers together. He doesnât pull his forehead away and she doesnât move either.
âYou never broke my heart,â he whispers to her. âI broke yours by choosing hockey over you. I never wanted you to feel like I loved a sport more than you and thatâs what I did. Itâs my fault.â
She shakes her head and pulls back. Jackâs eyes open and he looks at her. His blue eyes shine with tears. âEven after everything, I still love you,â she admits. âI donât believe that you can break my heart, Jack Hughes.â
He lets out a light laugh and shakes his head. âSame for you,â he tells her.
A small smile forms on her lips as she looks up at him. He lets one of her hands go to wipe away her tears. His thumb comes away black and he wipes her eyeliner on his black pants.
âCan I get a redo?â Jack asks. âOn that ultimatum that you gave me? I have an answer for you.â
She bites the inside of her cheek before she asks in reply, âIs it going to be me? Or is it going to be your career?â
âItâs you, baby,â Jack instantly replies as he lifts his hand to cup her jaw. âItâll always be you.â
The smile on her face grows. She licks her bottom lip as he pulls her in for a soft kiss. She hesitates for a second before she returns the kiss.
Jack drops her other hand so he can cup the other side of her jaw. Her fingers grasp at his open suit jacket so he canât get too far. She wraps her arms around his torso under his jacket.
He takes a few steps forward so her back is pressed against a wall. She gasps as soon as her back hits the cool, smooth surface, but she doesnât break the kiss. Jack leans down into her to deepen the already deep kiss. She presses herself flush against him.
His hands slide down to her waist before they slip behind her back. She feels his fingers graze the zipper and thatâs when she pulls back. âJack,â she sighs. âNot now.â
âLater though?â
âWeâll see,â she replies. âI think we should go back out. Iâm sure Nicoâs looking for us.â
Jack takes a few steps back to fix himself. She takes the moment to make sure sheâs presentable as well.
With a sigh, she grabs Jackâs hand and they leave the room. Their fingers are laced together as they rejoin the reception. âSo, how are we going to explain this to our friends?â Jack asks.
âWeâll just tell them that we got our heads out of our asses and apologized to each other,â she replies. âThat we still love each other. I think saying goodbye gave us a second chance to do this the right way.â
They turn a corner and find themselves back on the roof with the rest of the party. âIt did,â Jack says. She looks up at him. âAre you my girlfriend again? Or do I have to get down on my knees to beg you like I did the first time?â
She shakes her head with a laugh. âIâd like to see you get on your knees for a different reason so yes, I guess Iâm youâre girlfriend again,â she tells him.
Jack presses a quick kiss to her lips, but every single one of their friends has already noticed.
âAbout damn time!â Nico shouts from across the room. A few of the Devils cheer for them and she steps even closer to her boyfriend.
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the human form (bill cipher nsfw!)
a/n: donât ask me why I wrote this. Iâm losing all self control. may draw at least my bill design later. This could be an x reader or you could pretend it's Ford.
notes/cw: NSFW!! SMUT! oral sex, handjob, cumplay. reader is gn. unfortunately I am a subscriber to Twinkish Bill Cipher, so thereâs that.
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"How many holes do you have?" a familiar, grating voice asks as I am buried in a book.
"Excuse me?" I ask, peering at Bill's floating form over the top of my book.
"Holes. You." He points.
"Well, there's my mouth, ears, nose...that's five." I say slowly. "Do tear ducts count?"
"Yes. Seven, so far. But aren't there more holes down there?" He points to my lower region.
"Um..yes. Two or three, depending on the body." I say quietly. "For waste and for...um.."
"Cum?" he asks innocently.
"Yeah. That." I choke. Surprised he knows what that is, considering he refers to humans as "meat sacks".
"What's cum like? Is it yellow too?" he asks, sitting down in the air and crossing his legs.
"No...it's usually white and clear-ish. Why are you asking about...this?" I say tentatively.
"I want to experience more with my human form. You know, like, pain, but also pleasure. It'll help me understand how to manipulate you freaks better. " he muses, smirking somehow without a mouth.
"Oh. I guess that makes sense. Well, you could try...um..making that with your human form, I guess. If you wanted to." I had no idea where this conversation was going.
"How?" comes the new question, making me nearly blush. For all the weird shit he says, talking about sex was somehow weirder.
"You know where your dick is?" I ask. He nods. "You...can stroke it yourself. Or have someone stroke it for you if they want. Or they can use their mouth, or you can put it into someone else's...holes...and pump it until you cum." My voice progressively got quieter and more flustered as I explained to him all the different ways people came. He seemed to get gradually more excited as I went on.
With a flash of blue light, he transformed into his familiar human design. Gangly limbs, crooked mischievous smile, triangular eyepatch, and messy cowlicked hair. He immediately unzips his black pants.
"Woa! Woa! I'm right here!" I startle out of my seat, averting my gaze as he starts pulling on the waistband of his yellow boxers.
"I know. You're gonna help me." He states simply. He reaches over and loosely grabs my wrist. I jerk back, face flushed.
"Absolutely not! I'm not touching you." I all but scream.
"Please? Please? If you do this, I'll give you a small breakthrough in your research. I know you want it." His grip around my wrists tightens--a threat. I stall, a frown on my face.
"Fine." I say, before I can properly regret it.
"Really?" He lets go of my wrist, smiling.
"Just...just quickly. And you better keep your end of the deal."
He waves me away, already slipping into my chair. He points to the ground, and I slowly slide to my knees, my face between his thighs. He slowly pulls his length out of his boxers. His dick is relatively skinny, like the rest of him, but he definitely gave himself a generous length when designing this body.
"Are...you sure about this?" I ask, soft. He nods, watching me with intense fascination and almost greed. With that permission, I gently wrap a hand around the hilt of his length, slowly stroking up and down. He instantly flinches against my touch, and I can tell by his tension that it takes a lot for him to not pull away.
"Just tell me if you want to stop." I whisper, before kissing the top of his dick. I lick the beads of precum, a slight smile forming at my lips at its salty taste and the shiver that went up through his body. I place my whole lips around the head, sucking down and up in slow motions. I enjoy Bill's trembling, especially when he briefly closes his eyes.
I suck more, licking a thick stripe along the bottom of his cock, enjoying the soft whimper that escaped his mouth. He looked away, visibly embarrassed, but he runs a hand through my hair before tugging on it.
"Enjoying this?" I murmur, kissing the side of his dick. He just growled in response, his long, serpentine tongue flicking out between his lips. I feel his thighs twitch, shuddering. He's probably close.
I pump my hand around his cock harder, nearly choking as I try to fit more of it into my mouth with each suck. I go faster and faster, tears pricking at the edges of my vision. Finally, with a violent jerk, his hips buck into my face and he yanks on my hair so hard I whine. A nearly painful shudder runs through his thighs as hot cum spills into my mouth. I pull back, letting it drip onto my chin.
Slowly, still twitching, he reaches down to me and swipes at the cum on my chin, sticking his fingers into his mouth. "Salty." he comments, though it doesn't look like he hates it. He then wipes the rest of it onto my neck.
"Well? How was it?" I ask, touching his dick once again to cover my hand in cum. He takes my wrist and licks my palm, then presses my hand to his chest.
"I...I liked it. I see why it makes you ugly freaks go crazy." He sighs, leaning back, licking more of my fingers and ruffling my hair with his other hand.
"I'm glad. We aren't all bad, hmm?" I laugh, kissing his cock once more before standing up.
"No...not all bad."
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i found an olddd 6k h/c fic i wrote kind of related to this subject, i wonder if i should post it :sss
i'm 99% certain no tws are needed because nothing is directly implied/referenced, but if i do, let me know :) â
â„ pairing: Captain!Levi x fem!taller!Scout!reader
â„ c/w: canonverse | emphasis on vanilla | comfort | praise | oral (f!receiving) | Levi is easy | handjob | Levi gets pussydrunk (typical) | multiple orgasms | enthusiastic consent | pron with a crumb of plot? | virgin!Levi | fingering
â„ wc: 2.9k
disclaimer: no one's healing is linear, and no one's goals for recovery have to be exactly the same. please don't take this as anything more than a fan-fictional fantasy scenario.
"What's wrong?"
His cheeks still warm from kissing, Levi seems to read your expression better than you can read your own feelings. You're close enough for your legs to be tangled together, laying in the center of your comfy bed instead of on your own sides, but he feels so much closer to you in this moment.
Under covers, he'd pulled away somewhat reluctantly after you helped pull off his shirt, complaining it was hot.
Maybe he's wondering about the covers, and why he hadn't pinpointed that as the way to rectify the heat. Or why you didn't.
"...Nothing," he replies.
Despite that non-answer, you get the sense he's being surprisingly candid.
You lean in again at almost the exact same time.
"Now what?"
"Now what...?" you echo.
"Fuck, what..." He's choosing his words carefully, looking away.
He's still considering when you figure out that he doesn't know what to say because he's doesn't know what to do. And if he did, all that'd change is success at constructing his question.
"It's not a big deal." You end up brushing your nose against his to gaze into his eyes.
You're telling him that, and you're telling yourself.
"Um, can I just kiss you?âOkay?"
He tilts his head and kisses you in reply. As if you hadn't stopped at all, you press deep into the smoldering softness of his lips and skin, hungry for an ambrosia only Levi can give you. It's all you want, sometimes, dangerously soâall you want is to be as intertwined with Levi as possible. Until there's no difference between you and him.
You turn away from that fact.
You're unerringly grateful for how mindful he always, always is with what you've been through. There was a period of time when he held you as if you'd break into pieces if he made the slightest off-move, but you're well-past even that. You're putty in his hands as he licks hungrily at your tongue, fist tight on the thick plush of your sweatshirt. You even hear a soft noise escape him. You notice him shifting open his legs, too.
You hum softly as you take his hand further down your hip, nostrils flaring. The heat of his skin and the solid muscle just beneath his middle is almost too overwhelming.
You see the potential in his softness all up and down his chest and back that's otherwise interwoven with strength, and with scars. Without looking, the harsh indents from the ODM gear are still paths you can follow.
He's deeply receptive to everything. Desire is burning away your doubt like a flame consuming a dense note. Giving fuel to it, you breathe his air into your lungs.
With a push of urgency, you start tugging off your shorts. You get it done much faster together.
You're breathing hard, narrowly separating at some point. He mumbles something tight you can't hear into the hot cove between your shoulder and neck, but he must need something bad by the firm hold he has on your hip.
"You don't need to be shy," you ease, and he huffs like you just inflicted a physical blow on him. "Hey. Show me... Show me what you want."
He saddles up closer to you, smacking your neck with kisses and finally hitching your leg up and pulling you against him. You gasp as it finally hits you, how painfully fucking hard he isâyou feel him through his boxers against your thigh, heat pounding where his thighs meet.
"Oh, oh?"
He whispers your name.
You close your hand on the nape of his neck as you slide your thigh in between his legs, and firmly rub him.
He buries his mouth into your neck when he moans, thick from the depths of his chest, almost like that's it for him. It sends a shiver through you as you blindly guide his hand down more, till he takes a full squeeze of your ass.
He starts to speed up right away.
Levi's neediness is nothing like you expected. You actually have him stop.
Once, through drunken eyes, he sees that you don't have a complaint, he follows along with your move like you're one body.
The cool air is actually a mercy coming out from under the covers.
You sit up, making you separate briefly for him to half-crawl into your lap. It looks almost ridiculous to keep his underwear on, but his hand soon lands on yours, hooked in the waistband, so you go back to touching him like before
He's buried in your lap, his strong thighs snug outside your flanks. With your height. You have the perfect view, staring blatantly at Levi's densely toned stomach and chest. It's a shame he dresses to cover himself up so much, but you feel even more special to see him like this, and touch him, and kiss him, and justâYour hands come up from below, eagerly rubbing his pecs with your palms.
"Off..." he grunts, almost slurring the lone word. "I'll kick you if you keep teasing me."
You chuckle at the threat outright as you bring your hand up his thigh.
His cock peaks at the air as soon as it's freed. It seems like just your hand being close to it has him tensing in anticipation. It's heavy, veins bulging on his thick shaft, and bright red, raw. Sticky strings of precum make it look like you rubbed him in oil already.
You're fighting squirming at the sightâor something equally as impulsive that you're both perhaps not ready for.
"Ah, so pretty... Can I call you pretty?"
"Not in English."
You laugh again. "Can I touch you, Pretty?"
Levi's hips shift, an answer in of itself, to which you shakily say into a fresh mark on his neck, "I'll make you feel really really good, okay? Tell me to stop if it's too much."
He shudders on the first stroke in which you take him in an exceptionally loose fist. He's so fucking sensitiveâstill, by the urgency with which he rocks into your pumps and leans against you, it heats up quickly. He puts his arm over his shoulder and messes his bangs in the process to lace his fingers in your hair.
Remembering his objection earlier, you focus on his nipples with your free hand until they're pointed and hard, and his ab muscles are visibly tensing.
"Waitâthat's..."
You stop, his cock twitched and throbbing, which seems painful by the slight hiss of air through his teeth. "Too much?"
...He takes your hand and wraps it around him again, more insistent this time. "No, touch me, keep doing me l-like that."
Your teeth hook in your bottom lip to stifle a noise as you trace the veins with your thumb and stroke his slit with a decisive middle finger, and his hips jump forward. He makes himself pant and whine with this shaky rocking.
Surprisingly, he asks with these glittering eyes, "Is-Is it... okay?"
You'd forgotten your initial discomfort a while agoâit doesn't register at first why he'd ask that. And you hear how ready he is now with every stroke. Why does he?
"Mm?"
He shuts his eyes tight, shivering. He whines, louder than you've ever heard, when you speed upâyou fail to help yourself too.
That's when what he meant strikes you. A surge of confidence brightens your mind. Clueless, he's asking your permission.
You sink into this role as though into hot, relaxing water, tonguing the back of his ear and neck. "Need t'cum? Do you wanna cum in my hand?"
"I'm close"âtensing, he grips your other wrist tighter, as it's working his ballsâ"I'm so fucking close, I'mâ"
"Yeahâyeah, there you go. Let it go for me, I've got you, baby, cum for me."
All his movements, even shivers, stutter to a sudden halt, scarcely even panting for a second. Then the most excruciating moan drips from his mouth. His lips part and close to form a near-silent shout of your name before his grip jumps to your bicep, squeezing hard as his overcome cock works. A gentle thrust is all he seems to need to moan through the peak of it before his shivers intensify, coming in waves with each eager streak of cum his throbbing cock spills across your knuckles, painting his hard stomach muscles. He groans shakily for every second spent in bliss, then shudders after the fading waves.
His weight collapses into you before he seems to think other of it, but he sits up again quickly.
You're breathing hard, in a daze from what just happened. It's astoundingâhow tantalizing it felt to hold Levi in your arms and talk him through an orgasm like that, and to get so many sounds you'd never heard him make...
And that's precisely why your first conclusion is you're hesitant to keep going.
Your arms loosely wrap around him, and to your delight, he turns all loose and pliant.
You get the mental sense he's still keeping you somewhat at length, though; he's holding your arm again. But you appreciate his honesty with that.
You concentrate on the blissfulness of his breathing slowing, and his shoulders relaxing rather than the frustration rife inside your body.
"Disgusting." Rather than look at himself, he turns his head, his temple brushing your blazing cheek, and your shared sweat bleeding together.
"Not."
His expression contorts in a scowl. "You're such a brat."
His soft lips press to the side of your mouthâalso wet, with your breaths steamy. You put in some lazy effort, just appreciating the feel of his skin and the touch of his lashes.
Eventually, you gather the wits to crack open your eyesâmeeting his lidded onesâand properly meet his lips.
Mindlessly. You're so turned on, but you don't want to move. It's not that you don't want toâyou want to too much. And what if he doesn't want to?â
Maybe that's a dumb question, but logic won't toss these feelings. This sense that you're going to mess up somehow. Worse than anything, you feel so guilty for the tiny prick of irrational fear that encourages you to be wary.
You stop thinking when he pulls awayâjust enough to stopâand you're entranced by his looks all over again. His eyes are as blue as dusk at the moment, contrasting beautiful and bright against his blushing cheeks, and intertwined beautifully with his tender look. They search yours demurely.
"You're so beautiful," you blurt out in a whisper.
His expression scrunches like he just tasted a lemon. He doesn't say anything to that, merely pecking the side of your lips, then the thick bone where your jaw divides your throat. As you wrap your arms around him, he cups your cheek.
He doesn't so much as brush your waist until you bring his hand up under your sweatshirt there, and he sighs blissed through his nose, hot against your neck. Heâs so heavy and warm against you.
You squirm in place, leaning into his touch and his mouth, craving but not quite sure how to satisfy it.
"You have to talk to me," he eventually stops kissing your neck to whisper. "Do you want something...?"
Possibilities of an answer makes white-hot anticipation flare inside you. Same down lower as he makes his first forward move and his little finger innocently slips under the thin elastic, your pantiesâfleeting.
"Do you need something?" he murmurs, suggestion thick in the words. "If not, it can end here."
Finally, at that, you shake your head swiftly. All your emotions swirl in a mess inside you, but that is ironclad.
His breath shakesâyour breath shakesâbefore you lower your head to capture his lips again, deep and purposeful like earlier.
You leave one of his hands on your thigh, and card your fingers through his hair to have him go down. Despite the eagerness in your shared pace, every kiss from his lips feels doting, like giving anything less than everything he has is unnatural.
You keep your shirt on, but he's still slow to rest his stance, kissing up your knee as you get comfortable. He takes a long, slow breath as his lips brush up your inner thigh, hardly doing much, but still making your breathing labored.
It lights fiercer of a fire in your to watch him nip and lick at your inner thighs, darting between with his eyes mostly shutâthan to focus on the feeling.
"Levi," you sigh, with a twinge of a whine. The fabric of your panties delivers the most faintest of friction, which is worse than if they were off. You've taken to fidgetingâfidgeting with his soft hair, and with your hips. "K-Keep going."
You assumed he'd enjoy teasing you like earlier, but no. He's still mostly kissing, so you get half of his erotic gaze that makes you blank on the spot, and that's the way he stays as delicately pushes your panties to the side. He holds it in place with his long fingers, and lowers his eyes with the blush across his cheeks deepening red, trying to assess how to continue.
Again you take his hand, so your fingers are loosely linked as you lightly rub your clit. You surprise yourself by moaning, shakily spreading wider too.
"So itâs like that, huh.â
"Pleaseâ..."
He dots his thumb on his tongue before you show himâtaking his wristâthat you want him more than just your clit. He huffs.
âLike this?â
The sweeping touch by his calloused thumb feels more amazing than you ever couldâve conceived of.
âYes.â
âI can tell. YeahâŠâ he muses to himself, quietly. âThatâs a good girl.â
You moan. If you glance, youâd him chewing on the inside of his cheek, nostrils flaring with deep breaths.
His breath hot close to your clit, he stays like that, gradually increasing in pressure and speed until you moan his name, loudly, then stopping, just before utter release could reach you.
A pleasant fog grows around your mind and your acknowledgment that Levi is happily doing this with youânot to you, but with you.
"Leviâ! Oh...!"
On your own, you tend find it difficult to grasp at climaxâwhich had been nestled with your other worriesâŠâbut your astonishment is palpable now. How youâve felt so close you could cry, so much now, and all heâs really done is play with your clit.
Itâs getting unbearable. Embarrassment roils in you as yet another touch of warmth drips from your pussy, leaving a growing grey spot on the bedspread. Frantically, you run your fingers through his hair.
ââVi please!â
He hums under his breath at the nickname. You canât even recall how much youâve been begging.
Finally, you pry open your lidded eyes, watching as he first delicately presses his lips to your clit, which becomes two, and then three. Still taking you slowly.
âLevi, please. Please, pleaseâmore. That feelsâyou feelâ...â
He kisses you again, but this time leaves his lips there and suddenly presses you with the heat of his heavy tongue, then raises his gaze to your eyes. âMhm?â
You cum on the spotâyou gasp like itâs the last breath you can take and shove your heels into the mattress as you cum harder than you ever have in your life. Your hips push gratefully against hisâhot, wet, soft moaning mouth now making a perfect seal around your clit, creating suction you werenât at all prepared for. You grope with your fingers, down, pushing two into your cunt and youâre on cloud nine again. Youâre practically crying as you writhe in the sheets. Curiously too, your walls pulse tightly around your fingers, making thrusting unbearable without keening into your elbow and whimpering Levi's name for something familiar. It feels like your entire body shakes, on and on.
You're panting hard when you finally collapse, the muscles in your thighs angry and a new sense of wetness messing the bedspread below your spent pussy. Your rocking grows less pointed, and you start whimpering from the light volts of overstimulation. Your thighs are shaking so bad, Leviâs biceps push on your flanks, keeping you steady through these ecstatic weakening pulses.
Of course he isnât so out of breath. What you can see are his eyes closed in rapt concentration as his tongue drags through your soaked pussy, making muffled sounds of satisfaction all the while. You feel it brush the gaps between your fingers every time he goes down, making you wonder just how his cock would feel so close to your hole. Harder and firmer, for sureâ
Your teeth sink hard into your bottom lip. His hips keep shifting, you notice, now that heâs rubbing faster. A shudder rushes through your thighs each time his tongue flatly drags up your clit.
âA-Are you closeâŠ?â you moan.
It almost doesnât sound like him because of how high-pitched it is. âAhâŠâ
You shakily push a third inside and groan. You fuck yourself deep and firm, feeling yourself the most you can getting tighter.
Leviâs hold subtly tightens as all his attention pours back into licking and tonguing your clit, all he can focus on. Somehow, you feel his approaching climax almost as vividly as though it was your own, between his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, and his growing whines, the wrinkle between his brow hard.
His mouth briefly lifts off your pussy to gasp, still connected by a string of either cum or spit or both. Heâs frozen like that for a second, his lips gaping, culminating in a resounding, trembling moan before feverishly resuming right where heâd stopped, just now grunting and rutting his hips hard against the bed. You donât hold on even until then, crying out like some primal song.
Before completely easing, he helps himself to one more lick.
| more Levi |
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đŠàŒ?can i đŠàŒâ
⏠choi seungcheol
đŁ pairing- nonidol!cheol x fem reader, dom!seungcheol x sub!reader, bestfriend!cheol x fem reader, friends to lovers<3
đŁ summary- your best friend calls you late at night for something other than a innocent hangout.
đŁ warnings- dumb confessing love to each other, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, cum swallowing, kissing, MDNI, lmk what else
đŁ a/n- this is just a random fic that u wrote a long time ago.. i liked it enough to post so lmk what you think!! should i write a part two? ALSO IM BACK FROM LITERALLY NOT POSTING FOR DAYS!!!! im posting a lot of fics today<3 luv u guys đĄ
tossing and turning in your bed has gotten you wide awake. youâve been trying to fall asleep for the past hour. it now being 1:30am as glance at your clock.
you sigh closing your eyes again before you start to get a call. you groan reaching for your phone. seeing itâs seungcheol you make a confused expression, pressung answer.
âcheol? itâs so late whatâs up?â you question and he just sighs. âokay- um this is gonna sound crazy but can i pick you up? iâve been thinking you all night.â he confesses. his voice sounding tense but lust filled.
âthinking about me? what do you mean?â you are beyond confused now, wanting him to explain it. of course cheol has said something like this to you before, but this time it feels different.
âjust let me come get you and iâll explain then. can i?â he asks. you donât even know why but your mouth is immediately saying that you would love for him to pick you up.
you having no control when it comes to cheol. you sigh again as you force yourself out of the warmth of your bed to grab some pants to throw on.
quickly changing as you know cheol, how fast he would get to your house. speaking of, your phone lights up with a text from the boy telling you heâs outside. you slip on your slippers and head out of your house into his car.
âwell good morning to you.â you say sarcastically as you get into the passenger seat. âcan i just drive and explain? itâs kind of a lot to take in.â he starts to drive to your guys usual spot to watch the sunset. you couldnât do that now obviouslyâŠ
âso.. were you asleep when i called?â âno unfortunately i havenât been sleeping very well and these were one of the completely sleepless nights.â he sighs not taking his eyes of the road.
âiâm sorry i hope you can sleep better tomorrow.â he says looking at you for a moment to give you a soft smile before finally arriving at your spot.
âare you gonna tell me why you wanted to pick me up at 2 in the morning?â you turn your gaze to him and he just nods. âdonât freak out okay-â he cuts himself off.
ây/n- iâm in love with you. and everyday iâm more and more in love with you. i couldnât get confessing to you off my mind. i wanted you to know in person.â he says looking at you for a reaction, response, anything.
âcheol i-â he sighs thinking he already knows what youâre gonna say. âi know you donât feel the same. i had a feeling you didnât but i just need to tell you okay? it was killing me and i just donât want anything to be weird now-â you stop his words with your finger.
âcheol shut up. iâm in love with you too.â you confess as well catching him completely off guard. âwait are you serious? donât mess with me thatâs not funn-â you cut him with a kiss against his lips.
âyou believe me now?â he nods pulling you to kiss him again. âyou donât know how bad i wanted to do that.â he admits with a deep sigh.
âcheol-you know-i- me too.â his hands intertwined with yours. you feel so safe with him. you want nothing more than to be his. you want him to be yours.
ây/n i- please let me kiss you again.â and thatâs how you ended up here. on your knees in the backseat next to your best friend, reaching for his dick as he fucks his fingers into you.
âcheol-â he smirks down at you. âfeel good baby? keep going.â you nod at his words finally pulling his dick out of his pants. shocked at the size of course. you have never been with anyone with a dick this big- nearly coming on his fingers.
âgo ahead, let me see you baby.â heâs looking down at you with intimidating eyes. you give his dick a couple strokes causing him to hiss but mindlessly ruts his hips up with your hand.
you kitten lick the tip of his dick not breaking eye contact with him. a load groan erupting from him. his fingers are starting to fuck into you faster. your moans against him making him crazy.
âfuck just like- that. feels so fucking good.â his hips moving with your mouth as you fuck yourself back onto his fingers.
âlook at you. o-oh fuckâ your mouth speeding up on his cock. his fingers curling inside of you causing you to moan. you gag on his dick as his hips start to meet your mouth.
you cum on his fingers hard as you feel him start to fuck your mouth. he fucks his fingers into slowly before pulling them out to bring them up to his mouth.
he hums before groaning when he sees you looking up at him. he pulls his fingers out his mouth, his hand inching to your ass rather quickly.
âiâm gonna- fuck iâm coming. youâre so beautiful.â his cum shooting deep into your mouth as his hips fuck up with his groans.
you keep eye contact with him as you swallow. he groans trying not to fuck your mouth again. you sit up to kiss him.
âyouâre so pretty.â he gives you a big smile as the two of you get dressed. you blush and look away from him. âwant to come to my house?â he smiles at you.
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Inescapable (Steddie X You)
A/N: This is the events that ties in with this thing here :)
Please enjoy!
Warnings: Older (Early 30s) Prisoner Steddie & Young (Early 20s) Fem college student Y/N, SMUT, public smut, fingering, grinding, LOTS of dirty talk, daddy kink (cause I'm me), female masturbation, handjob (m & m), ANGST, cheating (reader is in a relationship), mentions of her parents not approving of her talking to the guys, reader also mentions bf parents don't like her, readers bf interviews the guys and vaguely mentions things from season 4 like the deaths and starts a fight with them, boys get jealous and angry when promises are broken, cliffhanger ending (because I can :) ).
Word Count: 8533
"You can build a prison of stone and steel, but you merely present the prisoner with a challenge. Any truly determined man will find a way out but love, love is the perfect prison. Inescapable."-- Wilson Fisk (Daredevil)
September 1996
The longer you waited for the system to transfer your call to their cellblock the more your nerves continued to build.Â
You had been corresponding with convicts Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington for almost two months so it wasnât like this was your first time talking to them but there were so many different factors that made you anxious.Â
Becoming a lawyer was all you ever wanted to be and you constantly felt like you had to prove yourself since your family was so desperate for you to become anything else. When you were told to pick a case, everyone in your class chose the obvious candidates making your eyes roll especially since there was no challenge in it. So many well-known cases had not only evidence but confessions from the defendant saying that they did the crimes. Manson and Gacy had done interviews constantly incriminating themselves.
Eddie and Steve never once accepted any kind of invitation to do an interview whether it be media or print and they never once changed their stories even in the letters they wrote. A plea deal had been offered for them to plead guilty with Steve serving only 10 years and Eddie with 15 but they declined insisting on their innocence.Â
The evidence was lack luster at best and it killed you that their lawyer didnât do a better job at defending them. You genuinely believed them and what they told you. Add in the fact that their demeanors in their writing never conveyed any kind of hostility or rudeness.Â
Both men were always polite and answered any questions you had. They could be intimidating at times but you thought maybe it was just because they were older than you and stuck in a place they never should have been.Â
Oddly enough though, you felt safe with them.Â
âHey, Y/N?â, a soft voice flowed through your ears.Â
âYeah, um, hey. Hi. Is this, um, who is this?â
âIâm Steve and Eddieâs on the phone next to me. The prison has a way for three-way calls but donât worry. We can pay for those fees.â, the man responds hoping to calm your nerves.Â
âHey, sweetheart. Itâs good to hear your voice finally.â, Eddie exhales heavily.
Blinking, you hear what sounds like one of them being hit as Steve scolds his friend.Â
âStop it. Youâre going to scare her.â
âHeâs notâŠIâm not scared. Itâs alright, I justâŠthis is all new to me.â
âWhat? You didnât expect to be on the phone with convicted killers?â, Eddie replied bluntly making you laugh a little when you heard the other man sigh in frustration. âYouâre going to have to get used to it with you wanting to be a lawyer. Unless you want to be lawyer like Steveâs dad.â
âOh, no thank you. Tax law isnât exactly stimulating to say the least.â, you giggle.Â
âAh, I see you tried to reach out to my father.â
âUm, I did. I hope thatâs ok. You didnât say I couldnâtââ
âNo, honey. Itâs absolutely fine. I say tried because I imagine he ignored you?â
âHe didnât ignore me exactly. I told him I was a law studentâŠI just left out exactly what type of law I was studying.â, you wince on the other end fearing it may alliant him before sighing in relief when they both laugh. âWhen I started asking about your case he politely told me to fuck off and your mom didnât answer my calls.â
âHow does one politely tell someone to fuck off?â, Eddie asked.
âHeâs got his ways. Iâm sorry he was rude, Y/N.â
âItâs not a problem. Iâm kind of used to parents talking down to me.â
âBaby? Are you hungry?! Oh shit, Iâm sorry. I didnât know you were on the phone.â
Your eyes squeezed shut as your boyfriend called to you in the background immediately silencing the men on the line.Â
âUh, no, Derek. Iâm not hungry right now but maybe later?â After nodding, he disappears into your shared bedroom. âIâm so sorry about that.â
âNo problem. Isnât it like nine oâclock? You need to eat something, sweetheart.â
âItâs ok, Mr. MunâEddieâŠI had a big lunch.â
Weâve been writing for two months and you still struggle using our names?â, the man laughs. âYou start your letters with âem!â
âI know. I know but itâs different.â
âWell, letâs shake out those nerves because I have a feeling weâre going to be friends for a while. Youâre Y/N. Who are we?â, Steve instructs with a calm tone that makes you blush. âCome on, pretty girl. Who are we?â
âSteve. Steve and Eddie.â
âGood. Very good. Now can you say it a bit more confidently?â
Glancing around you, you make sure your boyfriend isnât within earshot before sighing and replying, âYouâre Eddie and Steve.â
âYou have five more minute on this call.â
The automated voice startled you as you listened to them heavily exhale in annoyance.Â
âAlright, princess. WeâllâŠweâll let you go but feel free to call us whenever. Like I saidâŠIt was so nice to hear your voice. Compared to all the bullshit we hear in hereâŠitâs a nice reprieve.â
You hear a line disconnect thinking they both suddenly disconnected before Steveâs voice flowed through.Â
âAll of this has been really hard on him, you know?â
âI canât imagineâŠâ
âBut heâs not wrong. Itâs been so long since weâve heard a kind voice directed our way especially one as calming as yours⊠But, yeah, um, Eddie said call whenever but you knowââ
âI canât call after 10:30pm.â
âYou got it, hon. Have a good night and weâll talk to you later.â
âGood night, Steveâ
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 December 22, 1996
âDonât let my uncle forget to give you the present we got you! We went to every store to find the perfect gift!â
You laughed hard at Eddieâs joke as Steve sighed in fake frustration into the phone.Â
âOk we didnât but we did scan the Sears catalogue Wayne brought when he came to see us.â
âYou guys didnât have to get me anything.â
âPfft, please. Youâre our friend and you said you got us something so sue us.â You softly smiled when you heard Steveâs smile flow through. You imagined this time of year was exceptionally hard for them and wanted to do what you could, growing fond of them after all this time. âAre you still visiting Derekâs parents for Christmas?â
âThat is the plan but Iâm a bit nervous. This is my first time meeting them and Iâm afraid they wonât like me.â
âSweetheart, have you met you? Theyâre going to love you!â
âShut the fuck up!â
This wasnât the first time another inmate had interrupted their call. They explained to you that while the phones were in a private-ish area, the common area was still nearby. You never told them but you could hear the immediate change in their demeanor when it happened and it killed you. It was as if their old personalities would leak through before prison reminded them where they were.Â
You wished you could have met the men they were before being incarcerated.Â
âIâm sorry about that, Y/N. Everyone is a bit amped up with the holidays around the corner. Heâs not wrong though. If Derekâs parents donât like you than fuck them because obviously somethings wrong with them.â
âSteve? You donât have to always do that⊠pretend like everythingâs ok. Not with me.â
The silence on the other end was heavy but you could hear their steady breathing as they thought about what you were saying.Â
âI have to. Not just for you but me to. If I donât downplay it thenââ
âWeâre reminded that we are actually in a fucking prison we donât deserve to be in.â, Eddie added breaking your heart.Â
âI wish there was something I could do.â, you whisper.Â
âBaby, you have no idea how much you do just by being you. We donât deserve you, Y/N.â
âYes you do, Eddie. You and Steve donât deserve the hell youâve been through. I wish I could at least hug you both.â
Again, both men were silent and the only sound you heard was your boyfriend in your bedroom as he finished packing the last of his things for your trip.Â
âWe wish we could hug you to, honey.â
âYeah especially with the way your letters smell I always imagine you smell exactly the sameâŠso fucking sweetâŠjust like you.â
Their voices had dropped to a register you had never heard from either man before let alone any man in your lifetime. The sound had your heart fluttering as you licked your lips and exhaled.
âAre you, Y/N?â
âAm I what, Eddie?â
âAre you sweet?â
âYou have five more minutes on this call.â
âBaby?! I got everything packed but Iâm not sure if Iâm missing something!â, your boyfriend shouts making you gasp as you jump.
âFuck. Um, I have to go. Iâll call you guys when I can ok? Bye!âÂ
Before they even say a word, you hastily hang up the phone.Â
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January 12th, 1997
Biting the skin beside your nail, you glance at the other people in the visitorâs center waiting to see other inmates. Some women were dressed in low cut shirts showing off their cleavage making you a bit self-conscious as you adjusted the slightly baggy sweater hanging off your body. This was your first time physically meeting Eddie and Steve and you werenât sure why but you wanted to make a good impression.Â
Quickly throwing your sweater to the side, you fixed your hair before straightening the long sleeve shirt underneath that fit a bit better to your form. Not wanting to seem too eager, you chose jeans telling yourself it was also due to the cold weather.
You werenât sure if you could bring anything but to be honest you werenât even sure what would be appropriate. When you met Derekâs parents you brought a dessert that no one ate except your boyfriend as his mother constantly stared daggers at you from across the table. When you went to see your parents, you showed up with small gifts that they always seemed to awkwardly thank you for before giving you gifts as well that were things you could never use. Oddly enough the only person to react positively to you showing up with an item was Eddieâs uncle whose eyes lit up when you appeared at his front door with cake you made. You both shared it as he talked to you about holidays at the Munson household and answered some of the questions you had.Â
What do you bring to people who lost their freedom?
Inmates began slowly entering the room and the sudden sounds of partners and parents sobbing as they embraced them overwhelmed you as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.Â
âY/N?â
When you opened your them again you were met with two tall men towering you. You had read about them constantly and seen their pictures numerus time in different place but having them both in front of you now abruptly overloaded your brain as you rose to your feet.Â
They still physically looked more or less the same than the day they were arrested 10 years ago except Steve had a bit more facial hair and Eddie seemed to have more tattoos on his arms. Under their short sleeve white shirts, you could see their muscular arms and abs, again making you self-conscious as you pulled at the bottom of garment without looking. Steveâs hair was a bit longer but a bit frayed as if he had been running his fingers through it before coming into the room while Eddieâs long hair was pulled back out of his face showing off his soft features.Â
âIs everything ok? You look scared. Donât worry, honey, youâre safe in here. No one is going to UMPHââ
Steveâs hands flew up in surprise when you jerked forward and your arms wrapped around his waist. It took him a moment before his own limbs finally circled around you as his cheek rested on top of your head.Â
âFuck me⊠Itâs been so long since anyone except Ed has hugged me.â
At the sound of his name, you released the one man to move to the other who without hesitation took you in his embrace and clung to you tightly as his fingers tangled in your hair.Â
Feeling his hands shake against you, you pulled back into time to hear him clear his throat as he turned away from you to run his palms over his face.Â
âSorry, yeah, itâs been a while since anyone has come to see us. Well, except for Wayne.â
Their eyes never leave you as you take a seat and they follow you down making sure to keep their distance until you felt more comfortable.Â
âI like Wayne. Heâs been incredibly kind to me since I met him. Not that everyone else hasnâtâŠjust hard to get a hold of people. Especially Nancy Wheeler and Dustin Henderson since they no longer live in Hawkins.â Shifting your gaze their way, you notice them staring at you with small smiles on their faces. âIâm sorry. Iâm, um, babbling a bit. Iâm just a little nervous I guess. Plus, youâre not what I was expectingâŠaaaaand Iâm doing it again. Ok.â
Eddieâs hand gently reaches out to grasp your forearm that was resting on the table.
âItâs ok, sweetheart. Thereâs no reason to be nervous.â
âWhat do you mean by ânot what you were expectingâ?â, Steve smirks. âWere you thinking orange jumpsuits and tattoos on our faces?â
âNo.â, you giggle. âI donât know. I guess when youâre only familiar with picturesâŠseeing someone in personâŠâ
âYeah, we know the feeling.â, the long-haired man beams your way. âI was right by the way. You smell intoxicating.â
***
February 10th, 1997
You smile as both men continue to laugh at joke Eddie had made while they continue to nibble on the food you brought them.Â
âIâm surprised they let you bring this in. Did you drug them with your own set of like pot brownies orââ
âShhhh!â, you giggle as your hand reaches up to silence the metalhead who casually tilts back and captures it with his own making a silent mental note that you donât pull away. âThe guards here actually arenât too bad. At first I was afraid to ask but when I did they told me it was ok to bring desserts but they have to inspect it, of course, and then it canât be in like any glass.â
âAnd you said you brought this to Derekâs parents and they didnât like it? I think these brownies are delicious.â, Steve grinned as he sucked some of the remaining chocolate off his thumb.Â
âItâs not that they didnât like it, they just donât like me.â As you nervously chuckle and glance towards the window, Eddieâs own thumb caresses your skin comfortingly as the other man slides a bit closer to you when he hears the change in your voice. âBefore me, Derek was dating this particular girl that his family found more fitting. Kind of like your parents Steve, his are high society and theyâve told him countless times that Iâm ânot a good fitâ.â
âThe fuck does that mean? Youâre perfect.â
âNaw, Ed. Not to the âHawkins Eliteâ.â, Steve sighs. âMy dad was the same. Perfect to them had a particular meaning. Itâs fucking stupid because you are an amazing woman.â
Your eyes lock with his as you thank them; his gorgeous honey irises burning into yours. When you notice Eddie is taking you in as well, you laugh hoping to break the tension that had suddenly built as you pulled your hand out of his grasp.Â
âItâsâŠItâs not a big deal. He made sure that night to show me how appreciated I am on the dining room table so.â Your face promptly flushes with embarrassment as you try to hide behind your palms. âWhy the fuck did I just say that?â
When you finally found the confidence to look their way, you noticed they were still staring at you but something else had replaced the earlier look in their eyes. Was thatâŠjealousy?Â
âIs that the kind of thing that gets you off? Doing something you shouldnât?â
Trying to brush it off (and ignore the sexy sound of the husky drop in Eddieâs voice), you smirked as you lazily shrugged.Â
âIsnât everyone to an extent?â
âHmâŠbut not everyone is you.âÂ
âSteveââ
âY/N.â At the sound of your name, you closed your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Feeling a shift in the atmosphere, you lick your lips and lean forward till your forehead lands on his.Â
âThis is wrong.â
âYou like that though donât you, pretty girl?â  His humid breath warms your tongue as you subtly open your mouth to contain the strong need to melt into the soft sound of his voice. âI bet if I put my hand between your legs that little pussy would be dripping.â
Closing the distance, his lips mingle gently with yours as his large palm cups your cheek. You can feel in his kiss that heâs holding back and the flutters in your stomach desperately want more. Another set of hands takes hold of your face and youâre met with another set of lips that taste like strong nicotine and sin.Â
âFuck, you taste so good. Does he appreciate you, sweetheart? You deserve to be worshipped.â
âEddieâŠIââ
âMunson! Harrington! Why donât you share, huh?!â, another inmate yelled pulling you back into the reality of your situation.Â
âFuck off!â, the metalhead shouted immediately rising to his feet when the other prisoner did the same.Â
âOk, ok, ok.â, Steve tried to deescalate as he quickly stood up and placed himself between both men. âCome on now, guys. Letâs just focus on our own visitors ok?â
Eddie and the man continued to stare each other down before turning back towards their table but to both their dismay you were gone.Â
***
February 16th, 1997
âHey, honey. Is everything alright? You sound like youâve been crying.â
You sniffled into your phone as you pulled your knees to your chin.Â
âYeah, Iâm alright, Steve. I, um, I just got into a fight with Derek and he stormed out.â
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart. You can talk to us about it if you want to. Weâre here for you.â, Eddie coos hating that he canât just pull you to his chest and comfort you.Â
âHe thinksâŠIâm too invested in you two. That I spend too much time talking to you and visiting. HeâŠhe wants me to stop talking to you. MaybeâMaybe I should.â
âIfâŠif thatâs what you want, baby girl. We donât want to make things harder for you.â
âDo you WANT to stop seeing us?â
âNo.â, you sobbed making the metalheadâs heart burst when you didnât hesitate. âI like talking to you. You both make me feel safe.â
âYou know weâd never hurt you, Y/N. Not unless you wanted us to that is.â
When you laughed at his statement both men let out a sigh of relief.Â
âWhat else do we make you feel, pretty girl? Besides safe.â, Steve asked. When you didnât immediately respond, he took over as he lowered his voice. âCome on, baby. Tell us. Do we make you feel appreciated? Loved? Needed?â
âY-YesâŠâ
âDo we give you tingles all over your body?â
âYes. Fucking everywhere.â, you chuckled making the man smile.Â
âEven between those sexy legs?â, Eddie adds, biting his lip when he hears your heavy breath. âCan you do us a favor, princess, and run those soft hands between your pussy? Donât put them inside you though. Just tell us how wet you are.â
You donât know why but as the brain fog takes over you do what they ask and slid your fingers between your folds making a loud squelching noise as the pads graze your clit.Â
âF-FuckâŠIâmâIâm soaked. I like the way you two talk to me.â
âHm. Never had a man tell you what he wants? Trust us, honey. We fucking dream about how good our cocks would feel buried inside you. If we were free youâd never keep us off you.â, Steve groans feeling himself stiffen in his pants. âWe know you like doing things youâre not supposed to. Maybe weâd show up at your school and fuck you in the library while you try to keep from screaming about how you can feel me in your stomach.â
âSteveâŠpleaseâŠâ
âGo ahead, Y/N. Push two of your fingers in that tight little cunt and pretend itâs you fully seated on top on me in the back of your class as you try to pay attention. At most you can warm my cock the entire time until everyone leaves. I bet youâd like that, sweetheart, huh?â
âMmmâyes, Eddie, Iâd like that.â, you pant as you roll your hips.Â
âJesus Christ, I love hearing you say my name. Say it again, baby, please.â
âOh GodâfuckâIâm gonnaâŠâ
You moan both their names repeatedly as the coil snaps and you ride out your high as they listen to your heavy breaths.Â
âSuch a good girl. You alright, honey?â
âYeah⊠I justâŠI wish I could hold you.â
âWe know, baby. Fuck do we know especially with what youâve been through tonight but weâre going to see you really soon right?â
âIn a few days, yeah, but Iâll call you tomorrow if thatâs ok.â
âOf course, princess. You can call us whenever you need to.â
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April 19th, 1997
Eddieâs palm held down the corner of your textbook as the wind blew around you.Â
Since it wasnât as cold outside today you were able to visit with them outside near the courtyard at a picnic table under a nearby tree. You told them you were studying for an exam and they insisted you bring your materials thinking they could be of more help.Â
âI mean we were punished by the criminal judicial system so youâd think weâd know some of this stuff.â, Steve chuckles.Â
âI know a lot of it but when it comes to tests I struggle to retain any of it. Itâs like I just panic sometimes.â
âI always had trouble focusing.â, the metalhead adds. âThatâs why I failed so much. Oddly enough the GED wasnât as difficult.â
âWhen you get out would you want to go to college?â
âOh, sweetheart. What school would take me when I get out of here?â
âEddieâŠâ
âHeâs got a point, babe. I tried so hard to get into a university after I graduated and even with my sports record no one wanted me. I doubt a prison record will make that easier.â
âThat makes me so angry.â, you growl. âYou two didnât do anything wrong. When is your next appeal?â
âMine is in a month and his is in three.â, Steve sighed. âLetâs not talk about that right now. How are you, Y/N? Beside the tests and school, I mean.â
âEverythingâs ok. My relationship with Derek has been a bit strained. He went with me to visit my dad and my father just grilled him the moment he walked in. To remove the focus off of him, he told him that Iâve been visiting you two. That, um, that didnât go so well.â
âWhat happened?â
âHe justâŠhe doesnât approve.â
âY/N, sweetheart, what did he say?â, Eddie soothed as he shifted his body closer to yours.Â
âHeâs afraid youâre going to kill me like that girl.â, you murmured, panicking slightly when you see the metalheadâs jaw tighten. âYou know Iâm not afraid of you right? I know youâd never hurt me like that.â
âWe know, baby. We know.â, Steve coos as he leans down to kiss your forehead.Â
âI wish I could do something to help.â, you reply in that small voice that drives them crazy.Â
After quickly taking a look around, he glances down at your skirt and without warning subtly lifts your body as he adjusts it so its further up your thighs. Grasping your leg, Steve lifts it over his own and Eddie slides over till heâs pressed up to your opposite side.Â
âKeep looking at your notebooks, honey. Donât lift those pretty eyes from the paper unless we say ok?â
âOk.â, you answer breathlessly as excited nerves fill your tummy.Â
âGood girl.â, Steve praises as he kisses your cheek and you feel his palm ghost up your skin slowly between your legs. âFuck me. Are you not wearing panties?â, he whispers making you clench at the needy sound.Â
âNoâŠI was kind of hopingâŠâ
âHoping what? That weâd touch you?â
âSuch a bad little girl.â, Eddie teases as he reaches for your hand closest to him and kisses the back before placing it on the bulge in his blue sweatpants. âJust enjoy his fingers, Y/N. We can use you to take care of ourselves.â
âOh myââ
âShhhh! You have to be quiet, baby. Donât want to get caught now do we?â, Steve smirks as you passionately shake your head. As he guides his index between your folds, your free arm wraps around his as you rest your cheek on his bicep. âDid you like that? Eddie saying that weâd use you⊠Oh Munson, she definitely did.â, he exhales as he wiggles and presses his finger against your clit.Â
At the sound of you trying to hide your moan in his arm, Steve tugs your leg further up his own and you suddenly feel his stiff cock through his pants rubbing against your calf. To your left Eddie coughs to hide a grunt that wanted to break free as he placed his hand on top of yours and maneuvered it so you were stroking him over his clothes.Â
They both would give anything to feel your body directly on theirs but they knew their window of time was short and unfortunately where they were there was no way to discreetly pull down their pants.Â
âS-SteveâŠpleeeeeeeeeaseâŠâ
Eddieâs nose smushes against your cheek just as his friend guides two of his fingers into your core.Â
âWeâre gonna get in trouble, Y/N, if you canât control yourself.â, he growls as he presses your palm harder against him. âFuck, your hand feels so fucking good.â, Eddie groans as he kisses your neck.Â
âGoddamn, youâre so fucking tight.â, Steve whispers. âI would give anything toâmmphâfeel your pussy squeeze my dick. Weâre going to ruin you, little one.â
Clinging tightly to his arm, you pressed your face into him as you muffled the screams that wanted to be heard.Â
âCum, pretty girl. Thatâs it, baby.â, Eddie urged as the coil in your belly snapped. âGood girl. Fuck.â
After sucking your slick off his index, Steve offered his hand to his friend who without hesitation licked the rest of his middle finger.Â
âI knew it. I knew you tasted fucking sweet, little girl.â, he grunted as his other palm roughly grabbed your wrist, holding your hand still as Eddie rolled his hips a couple more times before shuddering a bit as he came.
Utilizing both his hands now, Steve pressed your leg harder to his crotch, grinding as subtly as he could till he grunted and his face scrunched as he soon followed.Â
Calloused fingers tenderly lift your head and you softly smile when the metalheadâs lips land on yours.Â
âI love you, Y/N.â
Giggling, you rub your face into his neck as you inhale his smell of soap and cigarettes.Â
âI think thatâs the orgasm talking.â
With a firmer grasp, Eddie tilts your chin so his eyes lock with your own.Â
âIâm serious. I love you, sweetheart, and I think you love us to.â
As you turn to face Steve, he gently places your leg back down and helps you adjust your outfit.Â
âI love you to, honeyâŠvery much. You donât have to say it back or anything. We know that loving usâŠcarries a lot of weight.â
The guards scream out into the yard that visiting hours were about to end and both boys help you gather your books as they walk you back inside. Just like every time before their eyes remain on you not wanting to look away till youâre completely out of sight.Â
Pausing halfway out the door, you swivel your body their way and flash them the most beautiful smile either boy had ever seen.Â
âI love you both to.â
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May 7th, 1997
âPlease be nice to them. They arenât what people say in the papers.â
âI certainly hope not especially since you talk to them 24/7.â, Derek sassed making you roll your eyes. âIâm sorry, baby. Look, I promise Iâll be good.â
When you donât say anything, your boyfriend wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you to him, smiling when his lips attach to yours.Â
The sound of a throat clearing startled you as a guard lingered in the doorframe with Eddie and Steve in tow. The pain that lingered in their eyes told you they caught your kiss and it killed you.Â
âAlright Miss Y/L/N, you and your friendââ
âBoyfriend.â, Derek corrected.Â
The officer huffed at the interruption as Steve sarcastically laughed under his breath.Â
âYou and your boyfriend have this room for as long as you need. We usually use it for interviews for the privacy and if you need anything Iâll be right outside.â
âThank you, Bobby.â, you grinned politely and the officer nodded his head in return before stepping back outside.Â
âOh, first name basis with the guards. Some people would consider that a red flag, babe.â
âTo be fair, her father is a cop soâŠâ, Eddie countered as they both took a seat in front of the camera.
âHe IS Mr. Munson but, to be fair, this isnât exactly his jurisdiction is it?â
As you shakily sigh and your eyes close, you feel shoes lightly tap your shin and when you open your eyes again you are met with their comforting expressions.Â
âAll right, boys, the camera is now rolling. Are you ready to begin?â
Both their faces twitch as your boyfriendâs flippant tone as he takes a seat beside you across from them.Â
âYeah, kid. Weâre ready when you are.â
At Steveâs equally annoyed response, you felt your body tense as you immediately began regretting your decision. The sparing match was about to begin and you were just now aware this wouldnât be an interview but a fight for dominance like animals in the wild.Â
âPerfect! So, Steven Harrington and Edward Munson, you were charged for murder in the deaths of some Hawkins studentâs including Chrissy Cunningham who of course the entire country now knows thanks to people in the town spreading awareness and the foundation they created in her name a few years ago. So far, you both have served 11 years of your 25-year sentence⊠what has that been like?â
âWell, Derek, itâs been no picnic but we have utilized the time wisely. We read and exercise out in the yard. Iâve been reading up on law and we both participate in the group therapy options provided. Eddie was able to get his GED and graduate from high school.â
âAw thatâs nice. It only took a prison sentence for you to finally finish.â, he smiles showing all of his teeth in that sarcastic manner you know very well. âNow, in your own words, can you tell me what happened to those kids that died in 1986?â
Your eyes remained zeroed in on them as they explained what they had told to you and a courtroom numerous times. Someone else killed them and circumstantial evidence made it seem like it was Eddie while a vendetta made it seem like Steve was an accomplice.
âWere you surprised, Steven, when Hawkins Lap retracted their statements in regard to certain Hawkins events including their involvement of the death of Barbara Holland?â
Steveâs eyes fluttered as he tried to hold back the feeling that bubbled in his chest.Â
âYeah, I was.â
âI imagine they did that since Eddieâs lawyer insisted on using them as a defense in this case. Thereâs only so much a company will allow themselves to be blamed for. What did happen with Miss Holland?â
âDerekâŠâ, you warned.
âShe was best friends with Nancy Wheeler who you were dating at the time.â
âDerek.â
âIs that why Miss Wheeler broke up with you about a year later? Or excuse me. She goes by Mrs. Byers now.â
âDEREK!â
âY/N! Youâre not their fucking lawyer so stop interrupting!â
âDonât talk to her like that.â, Eddie growled as he sat up straighter.Â
âPfft or what? Youâll kill me to?â, Derek replied smarmily as he straightened as well. âWhether you like it or not, you two are criminals and apparently there was at least enough evidence for a jury to convict you BOTH of that. It honestly amazes me that my girlfriend canât accept that fact.â
âSheâs going to be a phenomenal lawyer especially since she doesnât just look at whatâs on the surface unlike everyone else in the town.â, Steve countered making you blush as a small smirk painted your lips.Â
âOh on the surface huh? So, Mr. Munson, you didnât run after Chrissy was killed? Whether it be because you murdered her or someone else did, you ran and left her behind for your uncle to find, you pathetic freak.â
Eddie rose to his feet as his fists clenched but Steve hastily stopped him as he tried to calm him down.Â
âWhen people go missing you just happen to be around, Mr. Harrington? Add in the fact that you both have similar scars that tells anyone with eyes that whatever you were involved in you did it together.â
âThis is over, Derek. You promised meââ
âNo, you know whatâs over? This little infatuation between you and my girlfriend.â, the man rumbles as he squares his shoulders and faces them. âThe letters and phone calls stop today as well as the fucking visitation.â
âNo.â
âExcuse me?!â
âNo.â, Eddie repeated. âWe love her and we arenât letting her go that easy.â
âOh please! What can you two offer her?!  You still have another 14 years in here and then what? Your lives will just be smooth sailing from there?! Youâve only known here for one year and Iâve been with her for three! Trust me, guys, she needs a real man. Someone who can take care of her in every way a man should.â
âOh yeah, little boy? Is that why when you fuck her sheâs thinking about us?âÂ
The room went quiet for a few moments before Derek sarcastically chuckled and shifted his gaze toward you.Â
âYou want them so badly? Fine. I canât wait to see your face on the fucking news after they tear you apart. At least I can get a good story out of it. Better than anything else youâve given me this past year, you fucking whore.â
You jumped, pressing your back against the wall as Steve abruptly flipped the table over with his hand before Eddie charged at the boy and tackled him to the floor. As they began to fight each other, guards ran in to separate them, pinning both men to the floor as they held Derek back against the wall.Â
Neither man look your way as officers tugged them to their feet and dragged them out of the room.Â
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September 27th, 1997
Steve bounces his leg as they wait by the phone for your call to finally come through. You said youâd call last night but you didnât and it killed them. They understood you were busy but you made promises to them that they desperately held on to because there was very little to hope for in their current predicament.Â
âThis really pisses me off, Harrington.â
âWhat are we going to do about it, Munson? Sheâs got school and her jobââ
âOh, I see. So her failing to keep her promises is only ok because weâre locked up. Got it.â
âCalm down, Eddie.â
âDonât tell me to--! Donât tell me to be calm. If I was free Iâd have punished her already butâŠâ
After coming to prison, Steve had a lot more time to get to know who Eddie Munson was and came to find out that they had a lot in common. Their dads were assholes, their moms werenât present, and they seemed to have a common attraction to being the dominant partner. On nights when he was desperate and incredibly lonely, Steve would sit beside his friend and elaborate about fantasies he had, had in his head since he hit puberty.Â
Both men continued to look at the brick wall in front of them as they continued stroking the otherâs cock.Â
âI just want to push a beautiful girl onto her knees and fuck her gorgeous face a-as she gags around my dick. I want to hold her down against the m-m-mattress and stuff myself so deep inside her till canât walk.â
âMmphâthat kind of intimacy isâŠis fucking heaven. To have a woman submit like thatâŠfuck⊠have you e-ever punished a brat before?â Eddie smiles when Steve shakes his head. âFuck, man. Itâs on a wholeâfuck, Iâm gonna cumâa whole other level.â
After thrusting his hips upwards, his release hit his friendâs hand but what surprised him was when Steve grabbed the back of his neck and pushes the manâs head onto his leaking cock. The metalhead doesnât protest, bobbing at a quick pace as the back of his friendâs palm guides him.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck. Thatâs it, baby. Take it. Take all of Daddyâs cum down that sexy fucking throat.â
As soon as Steve had given him everything he had, Eddie patted the manâs thigh before climbing the little latter to his top bunk.
âHey, Ed?â
âHm?â
âYou know when I talk about this stuff I meanâŠto like⊠a partner Iâm in love with who consents to it. LikeâŠI would neverâŠhurt someoneâŠâ
âI know, Steven.â, the other man chuckles as he places his arms behind his head to stare at the bland ceiling.Â
âHey, Ed?â
âHm?â
âI didnât cross a line tonight right?â
âNo, Steven, you didnât.â
âGood because, um, youâre my best friend and youâre, um, kinda the only thing keeping me sane in here. Not just because of theâŠbut becauseâŠI trust you.â Steve rolled over to face the wall, closing his eyes as he heavily sighed. âGood night, Eddie.â
The mattress above him shifts slightly until he heard the light sound of socked feet hit the floor. An arm suddenly wraps around him pulling him back into an equally broad chest and another limb slides under his pillow under his head as calloused fingers looped through his.Â
âGood night, Steve.â
They never told you about any of that because honestly that was none of your business. To them, it was survival and both men trusted each other more than anyone else. They had been through so much and knew truths that no one else did. This was sacred and special to them and they were terrified of people turning it into something dirty.Â
Not that you ever would or mock them in any kind of way but they just werenât ready to reveal that part of them to you and were pretty sure they never would.Â
âWeâve never gone that far with her. I mean she said she likes it rough and weâve said some things but we havenât truly set up the dynamic. How do we even do that in here?â, Steve sighed.Â
âAdd in the fact that as soon as she calls us Daddy or Sir weâre going to want to fuck her which we canât.â
Both men chuckle as a sad sigh leaves their chest.Â
âCanât we?â At Steveâs words, Eddieâs eyes flicked his way as he leaned against the wall behind him. âI mean a ton of the prisoners here have contraband brought in. There has to be a guard or two here who doesnât mind bending the rules for the right price.â
âSteve Harrington, youâre playing with fire.â
âI know butââ
âHarrington! Munson! Call coming through for you!â
Both mean exchanged a glance before picking up their separate lines.Â
âY/N?â
âHey! Iâm so sorry. I know I said Iâd call an hour ago but I fell asleep. I cut back some of my hours but still. These classes are so difficult.â
âWe were really worried about you. We get worried when you donât call and you missed our last visit, sweetheart.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. This will never happen again. I promise!â
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October 9th, 1997
Their demeanors were completely different this time than the many other times you had come to see them and you knew why.Â
It was so hard to keep up with your school and work schedule as well as keep constant contact with two men who had a set schedule of their own set up by the prison. You were doing everything you could but you could tell from their fire filled expressions it wasnât enough.Â
âIâm sorry.â, you reiterated as they continued to glare at the table in front of them. âI really am. Iâm doing my best toââ
âItâs not enough.â, Steve growled making you blink at the audacity.Â
âIâmâŠIâm not doing this on purpose. I told you guys junior year was going to be a bit more demanding but Iâd do everything I couldââ
âYou do everything you can yet you still make promises and donât follow through.â
âIâm sorry Iâm fucking busy, Eddie! I donât know what else you want from me!â
Fingers dig into your bicep as the metalhead yanks you till your face is inches from his.Â
âLower your fucking voice, little girl.â
The action startles you for a second before your eyes glare back at him as your teeth clench.Â
âYouâre hurting me.â
As you yank your arm from his grasp, you canât help but sigh as you see a slight glimmer of pain flash through theirs. They really did miss you and hate being away from you but unfortunately due to the circumstances they had zero control of the situation.Â
âI really am trying to cut down some of the stress so I can call and see you both more. Like I said, I cut back on my hours at work and this kid in my class offered to help tutor me. Heâs one of the top students in my year so I really think he can help me.â
âHe?â Your head tilts at Steveâs question as both their energies shift into something new that both frightened and turned you on. âWell, thatâs nice to know, Munson. First sheâs working at a bar till two in the fucking morning with drunk men fucking flirting and eye fucking her and now she has a male tutor sheâll be spending her time with! No wonder we havenât heard from her. Little whore as all she needs at home!â
Your mouth fell open as he shouted at you, feeling hurt before the anger took over. Rising to your feet, you grab your bag but as you start to walk away, Eddie grabs your wrist.Â
âWe are not done talking, Y/N. Weâve put up with the disrespect for the past few months because we know youâre going through a lot but missing calls, visits, and now this? No.â
âLet me go now.â
Without releasing you, they both rose to their feet and crowded your space till Steveâs nose was touching yours and Eddieâs lips were hovering near your shoulder.Â
âYouâre ours, Y/N.â Steveâs eyes scan your face as your breathing stutters at his low gravelly tone. âAnd you will listen, little girl.â
âIâm NOT a little girl.â, you grumble back.Â
âThen stop acting like one.â, Eddie adds. âNow, be a good LITTLE girl and listen to what Daddy says. Sit. Down.â
The smirk that dons his friendâs face at the title has your pussy clenching as his eyes remain locked on yours. It feels like centuries before you finally collect your bearings and shake the fog that had begun to cloud your brain.Â
âFuck you both.â
After shoving Steveâs chest hard, you quickly powerwalk out of the visitorâs room.Â
***
October 12th, 1997
You woke up with a splitting headache in a room you didnât recognize with someoneâs arms wrapped around you a bit too tightly. Prying out of the boyâs grasp, you throw on a nearby shirt and tiptoe to the bathroom.Â
Your eyes were still heavy from all the tears you had cried these past few days. You missed Eddie and Steve terribly but you couldnât bring yourself to reach out again. You couldnât believe their sudden change in behavior and how they spoke to you. Had the signs always been there and you just never noticed?
They had admitted once that they werenât jealous of Derek because they cheekily declared that âthat little boy canât make you feel like we do.â Why were they so angry about your tutor and your job? Maybe it was because school and the bar took up a lot of time whereas Derek really didnât. Because of his own classes he was always coming and going and whenever he was present he always seemed distracted.Â
To be fair, you did make promises you struggled to keep but itâs because you were so excited to finally talk to them you genuinely planned to go see them. You would literally count the minutes till your classes were done, promptly run home to shower and be ready by the time you told them but as soon as your head hit the pillow as you waited, you would pass out.Â
Maybe you just needed to find something you could do on campus so you werenât up so late at work. Yeah it would be a bit of pay cut but you could make it work.Â
When it came to their attitudes, you hoped you could talk to them and tell you how it made you feel. How did it make you feel? Belittled, angry, annoyed, hurt, degradedâŠaroused⊠You had never experienced the brain fog with anyone else other than them. The headspace just seemed to come naturally when you were around them or listening to them talk.Â
Even if it was them just listening to you chat about your day, you felt that giddy feeling dance through your body down to core. Any time they praised you especially after doing something you knew you shouldnât be doing; you felt a high like no other. You hadnât told them but you had had many dreams of them suddenly appearing somewhere you were like class or the bar and having them fuck you roughly as they spanked you, pulled your hair, and held you down as they made you theirs.Â
Your favorites were the ones where they were in your bed and had you tied to the headboard as both took their time with you as you begged and pleaded with them to make you cum. Your lips would ghost their own as their rough hands roamed your body and left bruises you would welcome the next morning. Their eyes would never leave yours as they took from you they wanted and you would repeatedly moan, âDaddy, please.â
Eddie mentioned the title during your last visit and from Steveâs expression you knew he enjoyed it as much as you did but they had hurt you so badly.Â
You sigh as you exit the bathroom and quietly grab your pants.Â
Iâll give them a few more days to cool off and then Iâll go visit them so we can talk.
As you slide on your shoes, your eyes shifted towards the Polaroid camera resting on the bedside table.Â
Fuck me. I hope I didnât do anything stupid with that thing last night.Â
***
October 13th, 1997
Eddie growls loudly as he tears up your letter and throws it in the trash can nearby while Steve continues to stare at the picture of you allowing this boy to kiss what was theirs.Â
âGive me that, Steven. Iâm going to fucking burn itââ
âNo⊠No. Sheâs playing the game, Ed. She made this move because she thinks we canât do anything about it.â
âBecause we canât. UGH! Maybe we jumped too quickly, man. It just fucking hurt us because we donât get to see her everyday so when she says sheâll call and she doesnât⊠â
âYeahâŠâ Steve taps his fingers against his knee while Eddie takes another drag of his cigarette. âMaybe itâs time to have a talk with her. Show her how much we do care and how much it breaks our hearts when she breaks a promise.â
âShe wonât answer out calls or letters.â
âThen we should go to her.â
The metalhead blinks as he nervously chuckles before his friendâs straight face meets his.Â
âNope. Nope. Nuh huh.â As the man begins to walk away, Steve runs after him and tugs on his arm to stop him. âDo you know how much trouble we can get in for even having this conversation? You talk to one wrong person, Steven, and we could be stuck here for another 10 fucking years.â
âWhat if I found the right person?â
âIâŠwhatâŠhow?â
âHow much money do you have?â
***
October 31, 1997
You faked a smile as you handed your cash to the cashier and grabbed your bags of candy as you headed for your car. Tonight, you were planning on a night in with some of your friends while handing out treats to some of the neighborhood kids.Â
Truth be told, you didnât want to do anything except curl up in bed and eat the chocolate you bought. You had tried calling the prison a few times but they informed you that neither inmate was accepting calls or visitors at this time. You sent a few letters but hadnât received anything back as of yet.Â
You missed Eddie and Steve so much and it killed you to not be able to speak to them.Â
After pulling into your driveway, you hastily checked your mail before running inside to get everything together.Â
Once your hair was styled and you slid on your red spaghetti strap dress to make you look like Cher in Clueless, you take a seat on your couch as you wait for your friends to arrive.Â
Leaning forward, you decide to sift through the mail pausing suddenly as all the other letters fall to the floor. The envelope was marked from them like all the others and your heart did flips as you hugged the paper to you.Â
As you tore the paper open, you half expected to see a lengthy note detailing how much they missed you to and when theyâd want to meet with you so you could finally talk. Your stomach dropped as you read and reread the only two sentences written on the single page they sent.Â
âTrick or treat, little girl.
See you tonight.Â
--Steve &Â Eddieâ
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thursday, sung hanbinâ poetry ii
âË⥠zbully1 smut series masterlist! hanbin, jiwoong, hao, matthew, and taerae included. game day (group) chapter here. all 7 endings here.
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âË⥠reader: femme afab (listed first, she/her are used) // gender neutral (alternate version listed second, no pronouns used at all to describe readerâ scroll down)
âË⥠series summary: five bullies. six days. it's gonna be a hell of a week, babe. stay hydrated.
âË⥠thursday summary: thursday. good news: the week is almost over. bad news: you're stuck in poetry class with sung hanbin as your desk partner. it's weird. sometimes you play off each other so well, you're nearly blindsided by his sudden flipping of the switch. if only you could steal a glimpse at his journal.
âË⥠warnings: explicit smut. 18+. minors do not interact. please read specific smut warnings under the cut! swearing. angst. slight dub-con. bullying. very toxic softboi/popular soccer star hanbinnie. guys THE LORE. you very well may not survive til the end of the week but we're already on this journey together so let's see it through!!! smut in gn and fem versions are slightly different due to logistics/circumstance. also there's two parts i wrote in here that made me laugh way too hard okay bye. xx
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EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: choking (reader receiving and safely executed lmao), chest groping/brief nipple play (reader receiving; reader is wearing a bra and hanbin refers to you as having 'tits'), heavy petting (reader and hanbin receiving), fingering (brief, reader receiving), erotic humiliation and degradation (towards reader; about looseness of pussy after this week/disappointing chest but not the size of it he's just being a dick am i making sense), slut and whore used to describe reader, one slap across the face (reader receiving), slight dub-con but we know how reader rolls now lol. hanbin is insanely toxic. enjoy.
ËăăăăâŠăăă.ăă. ăâËă.ăăăăă . âŠă
scribble. scribble. scribble.Â
the scratchings of your pencil in your poetry journal are growing increasingly violent. you donât really care. youâd stayed up all night: tossing and turning and thinking and plotting.Â
âhey, uh... you okay?â hanbin asks, tapping you gently with the end of his pen. your pencil falls from your fingers as youâre jolted from your anxious thought spiral.Â
âhuh?â you reply, blinking at the star of the soccer team. âoh, um. yeah. iâm okay.â
hanbinâs brow raises slightly at your answer as if it surprises him. âyou sure?â
âyeah,â you reply as nonchalantly as possible. âwhy?â
you follow hanbinâs line of sight to the open page of your poetry journal. youâve absentmindedly ripped a significant hole through several pages with your vortex of nervous scribbling.
you breathe an awkward laugh, closing your journal and putting your pencil down flat on your desk.
âyou had a rough week,â hanbin says, grabbing his journal from his bag and placing it on his desk. you bite your cheeks to keep from grinning at the sight of your target. âor so iâve heard.â
âiâm sure you have,â you mumble, glancing at the tile floor. âiâm sure everybody has.â
âthey havenât,â he replies definitively and you know heâs telling the truth. âi promise they havenât.â
hanbin was a tricky one. the star of the soccer team and undoubtedly the most popular boy at your university, it comes as no surprise that he was also the makeshift ring leader of his stupid group of friends. keeping that spotlight also meant keeping up appearances. while your other bullies made their distaste for you known whenever possible, hanbin had a different preferred method of torture.
he liked to play nice. compliment your poems. share a laugh... reel you in.
until you were so close, you couldnât escape. thatâs when heâd flip the script on you.Â
like when he sent your poem about the boy you liked to the entire universityâs mailing list last year. youâd insisted you didnât feel comfortable sharing it with him. you recoiled with embarrassment at the thought of junseo, your senior lab partner, finding out. but he pushed. made you think you could trust him.
the next day, it was pinned to every bulletin board across campus next to a picture of you that hanbin had taken on your class trip to the national library. like some sort of sick calling card.
junseo sunbae-nim never muttered more than a word to you ever again.
so thatâs how all this started. hanbin recruiting his three (and then four) asshole friends in a sudden and violent quest to become the bane of your existence.Â
sometimes you still canât help but wonder if youâd done something to upset him. but you shake off that thought each time. you wonât let him get in your head again so easily.
youâve about mustered the courage to give hanbin some snarky response when your professorâs chalk hatchings across the blackboard send a hush over the classroom.
âgood afternoon, everyone,â professor choi greets happily, underlining todayâs date on the board. âletâs jump right in today and start with our weekly journals. please share with your desk partner the poem that this week so far inspired you to write.â
your eyes fix on hanbinâs journal again, anticipation stirring as you think about the clues that could be hidden in his poem this week. could the answers youâre looking for really be inside that black, leather book?
âyou should go fiâ,â you start to suggest a bit too quietly before hanbin unknowingly cuts you off.
âdo you wanna go first?â he asks brightly, smile lines illuminating his soft features. you know you shouldnât indulge him, but you can never stop the corners of your lips from involuntarily turning up in response. no matter how much you hated him, his fairytale prince looks were undeniable.
âoh, uh,â you stammer, grabbing your journal and flipping it open to your entry from this week. you look at the poem you wrote, eyes scanning over the emotional stanzas as you bite your lip uneasily. âi dunno. i kind of got a bit too... personal this week.â
âoh, you know i donât mind,â he replies calmly. âthatâs what poetry is, right?â
âiâm well aware you donât mind me spilling personal details to you,â you reply with a glare. âbut i mind.â
â(y/n)-sshi,â professor choiâs voice suddenly rings over your shoulder. âletâs get reading, okay? time is limited.â
you swallow hard, looking down at your journal shamefully. âyes, professor-nim.â
âso whatâs it called?â hanbin asks as professor choi makes her way back up to her desk, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back into his chair. âyour poem?â
âthe bird,â you answer softly. âitâs called the bird.â
he nods pensively before gesturing for you to start. you look back down at the page, fingers shaking as you try to hold your journal steady. clearing your throat, you recite:
âfrom her perch at the window, she will never be much. the vultures jeered at her as they circled above. then one flew downâ with taloned-hand, he did touch. and a meek little finch turned into a dove. if a dove she can be, she will be it as such. til another vulture fell to his knees with a glove. parted her feathers and took her in his clutch. and from the fair bird, made a raven thereof. she needs to change back, so she tries to stay hush. but a third brash vulture throws her off with a shove. the reluctant truth is sheâs filling with lust... and sheâs growing quite scared of the bird sheâll become.â
you blink back tears as you close your journal and place it on your desk in front of you. maybe itâs your lack of sleep or the mentally and physically jarring week youâve had, but reading your poem aloud had left you feeling quite vulnerable.
âthat was beautiful, (y/n),â hanbin says suddenly, prying you from your regret. you turn to him, eyes wide as he nods thoughtfully. âi really appreciated the metaphor of the bird. the vultures are considered bad birds, but somehow they changed the subject from an unassuming bird into the more beautiful bird she seemed to want to be... but never thought she could.â
you stare at him as he glances up at the ceiling, those handsome smile lines crinkling his cheeks again.
âfunny how things we could perceive as wrong or immoral can actually have a positive effect on us,â he muses with a chuckle. âbut itâs only natural for the bird to question that change. sheâs done more of that âbadâ thing and now sheâs afraid itâs turned her into a raven. a bird that frightens her. or maybe a bird she canât recognize anymore when she looks in the mirror.â
âit did,â you assert quietly. âit did change her.â
âbut it sounds like she likes that change. at least part of her,â hanbin rebuts, meeting your gaze. âperhaps if she embraces that and sheds her own guiltâ or molts, if you willâ sheâll realize the raven is another distortion of her own making, just like the finch was. sheâll realize she is the dove and she always has been.â
your lips part as you gape at hanbin in awe. it was hard not to let your guard down with him when he always dissected your poems so intuitively like this. memories of intense public humiliation are the only thing that can keep you grounded.
âor,â he adds, a small smirk upturning the corner of his lips. âi guess she could also realize that ravens and vultures arenât the bad birds she thinks they are. maybe she finds that, after all this worrying, she was meant to be a vulture, too.â
âunder a minute left,â professor choi calls out from the front of the classroom.
shit. hanbin had talked so much about your poem that he barely had any time left to share hisâ the poem you desperately needed to be shared in the first place.
hanbinâs still rambling on about vultures, but youâre not paying any attention as a wave of panic rushes over you.Â
âyou should share yours still,â you prompt a little too eagerly, cutting him off mid-sentence. trying your best to dial it back, you add, âiâm sure itâs very interesting, what with the big game on saturday and all.â
hanbin smiles, holding your gaze for a moment too long. itâs suspicious, but his eyes give nothing away.
âif itâs okay with you, iâd rather not share this week,â he says, throwing his journal back in his bag. âi got a little too... how did you put it? personal.â
you blink at him. âbutâ. but thatâs what i said and youâ.â
hanbin mutters something under his breath that you swear sounds like, ânot like youâd listen to me anyway.â
but you mustâve misheard him.
your heart sinks, your plan crumbling to ashes before your eyes as professor choi launches into a lecture about wilfred owenâs 20th century use of assonance. hanbin had to have written something about what his friends had been up to. thatâs why he used up so much time focusing on your poem.Â
your pencil moves across your paper, absentmindedly taking notes until you reach the only possible conclusion: you canât give up. youâll just have to amend the plan.
after class, you hurriedly gather your things and run out the door, pulling your phone out and typing vigorously as you make your way to the bathroom.
WHEN DOES THE BOYSâ SOCCER PRACTICE GO UNTIL TONIGHT!? mina: ??? NO QUESTIONS. JUST ANSWERS. mina: jiwoong oppa is picking me up at 7. so i assume about 6:30. THANK U BYE and... please be careful around him. mina: yeah, yeah, yeah iâll use protection ily
totally not what you meant. and youâd hate to break it to her, but after his little stunt on monday, youâre not sure how fond her jiwoong oppa would be of that request.
6:30. practice would start soon, giving you plenty of time to slip into the boysâ locker room, read hanbinâs journal, and slip out undetected.Â
you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror.
a ravenâs beady eyes stare back.
~
you kill some time in the library, waiting until practice is well underway before making your way across campus to the gymnasium. your heart is already pounding in your ears just thinking about the little heist youâre about to pull.
but your legs keep propelling you forward.
pulling open the building door, you step inside cautiously. the womenâs badminton team is stretching in the atrium of the building, but thereâs no sign of anyone else. you head right down the hallway, walking past the cardio fitness center and the weight-lifting gym until youâre in front of the boysâ locker room door.
you put an ear to it, hearing nothing but the whirring of a fan on the other side.
fuck it.
you pull open the door and step inside, white and grey tiled walls and rows of blue lockers surrounding you. your heart races as you look back at the door, wondering if itâs not too late to abandon your mission.
you shake your head. no. you need to find that journal.
with a steadying breath, you begin to walk through the first row of lockers. when you donât spot hanbinâs bag, you proceed to the second row. and then the next. and then the next until you finally spot it.
tucked under the wooden bench running down the middle of the aisle is a familiar brown, leather messenger bag. you run to it, picking it up from the floor and setting it down on the bench. you unclasp the latch on the front of the bag and lift the flap, opening it up and reaching inside it.
your hand hits something... fluffy. you grab the fuzzy item and pull it out, squealing when you see that itâs a tiny, cream-colored hamster plush. itâs the cutest thing youâve ever seen in your whole goddamn life.Â
and you are disappointed to find yourself thinking it bears a striking resemblance to its owner.
you stuff the little hamster back into the bag. as cute as he is, itâs not what you came here for. you gasp when you feel the cold leather-bound journal in your hand, pulling it out hurriedly and examining the cover.
you open the journal, flipping through the pages rashly until you locate an entry with todayâs date at the top. it reads:
âif one is a vulture, itâs assumed theyâre no goodâ despite all the research that theyâre helpful to earth. does the finch know that if that vulture could, heâd hunt for a mirror and show her her worth? if that finch is a dove, thereâd be something that would still keep her away from achieving true mirth. itâs the vultures, sheâd cry before she understood: the vulture has always been a sign of rebirth. a dove, raven, vulture, or finch from the woods, the vultures will find her and double their search. but for someone who claims they feel misunderstood, itâs repulsive the lengths she would go to unearth... something that does not belong to that bird. seems the dove was a raven afterall.â
âpretty good, huh?â the sudden voice behind you makes you jump. âwrote it in, like, ten minutes after class. what can i say? i was inspired.â
you donât turn around. your face is already on fire from how mortified you are. of course, youâd considered the possibility of being caught. but you hadnât really realized the weight of that consequence until this moment.
âactually, i think it might be even better than the original,â he continues, footsteps echoing against the tiled floors as he draws nearer. âi mean, you really shouldâve thought to flesh out those vulture characters a bit. and you didnât even consider looking up the well-known symbolism behind them.â
a hot breath fans across the back of your neck, causing you to shiver as a hand wraps around the leather-bound journal and pries it from yours.
âi have to admit, i didnât really think you had it in you,â he says with a chuckle, fingers suddenly hooking into your waistband and turning you around to face him. heâs in his red and white soccer uniform, skin glistening from the practice meet he should be at right now. âbut just in case, i wanted to be prepared. write you something worth reading.â
âh-how did you know?â you stutter quietly. âthat iââ
âwell, you werenât exactly subtle, now were you?â hanbin smiles but the light doesnât reach his eyes. ââyou should read your poem, hanbin. iâm sure itâs exciting with the big game coming upâ. like you give a fuck about my poetry.â
that last sentence reminds you of what you thought youâd heard him mumble in class today: not like youâd listen to me anyway.
what was that about?
âaw, donât get sad now that your plan didnât go your way,â hanbin coos, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. âi thought it was kind of cute. i can forgive you for stealing, right? you just wanted my attention so badly that you had to play a bit dirty.â
you shake your head quickly. âno, itâs not like that! i swear i wasnât trying to get your attention, i justââ
âwell then, jesus fucking christ, what do i have to do toâ,â hanbin snaps before promptly cutting himself off. thereâs something in his eyes youâve never seen before: desperation.Â
a large hand wraps around your throat in an instant, shoving you up against a blue locker. the motion knocks the wind out of you and you find yourself gasping for air. your hand flies to remove his from around your neck, but he catches it in his free one and brings it gently back down to your side.Â
âi told you in class that if you needed help calling off the vultures, you should ask me while you still can,â hanbin rasps, rubbing his thumb up the left side of your throat. âbut you werenât listening, dove. the gulper got first bite. the rippers tore you apart...â
you breathe shallowly, glancing from side to side for some route of escape.
âbut now the king has landed,â he says, tongue flitting across his teeth. âand heâs fucking starving.â
you blink at him, lips parted in stupid shock. âiâ... i honestly had no idea you knew so much about vultures.â
âTHATâS WHAT YOU TOOK FROM THAT ARE YOU KIDâ,â he yells, finger pads digging in tighter to the skin of your neck. his gaze falls to your lips, supple and pretty even in fear. he trails down to your shirt, a button-up front that seems to entice him. âtake it off.â
âb-butâ.â
âtake it the fuck off, (y/n). you should know by now how this goes,â hanbin snarls, grabbing your hand and bringing it to the trail of buttons. you start to fiddle with them, but you have some trouble under the pressure of his gaze. âcanât even undo a button? hm? too fucking stupid, dove?â
you find yourself nodding against all odds.
âneed binnie to do it for you?â he coos, smile lines illuminating his face again.
you just nod. it seems to be what you do best.
hanbin unfastens the buttons one-handed and with ease. once your shirt is open, he undoes the center clasp of your bra and exposes your chest. then, he sighs with dramatic disappointment. âseriously? thatâs it? got me all excited to see your tits and this is what you have to show?â
you look down at your incredibly normal and attractive chest. youâd never really doubted the allure of that part of your body before. should you have?
the humiliating comment causes a lump to form in your throat... and an embarrassingly intense ache to shoot through your heat.Â
he tugs the center hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric further off your shoulders. âitâs a good thing the other guys didnât see them. theyâre far more superficial than me. you should be grateful you found a guy who can look past the disappointment. â
hanbinâs free hand gropes your chest, thumb rubbing circles around one nipple and then the next as you let out a soft whimper.
âmm, i heard that,â he breathes with a smirk. âeven though you never hear me. probably didnât even fucking clock the first line in that stupid poem. but i hear you, dove. so let me give you what you want. all you have to do is ask.â
you gulp, softly responding, âw-want you to... touch me.â
âyeah?â hanbin affirms, finger trailing down your stomach.
you nod again, this time more assuredly under the guise of his encouraging smile. that is, until a harsh slap stings your cheek.
âwell that wasnât a fucking question, was it?â hanbin hisses, rubbing soothing circles into your cheek with his thumb. âyouâre in an advanced poetry class and you donât even know how to form an interrogative sentence? just must be doodling all the time, huh? about all the boys whoâve made a mess of you this week? like the dumb little slut you are.â
hanbinâs free hand slips under your skirt, fingers brushing over your clothed core before pulling it out again. you gasp when you see his fingers already covered in your arousal.
his eyes darken as he reaches up your skirt again, tearing a hole right through your lace panties and stuffing two fingers inside of you immediately as you cry out.Â
âoh, dove, why would i wanna put my cock in here, hm? can already feel how much those other assholes have stretched you out,â hanbin says with another sigh of disappointment.Â
another bout of worry clouds your mind. was that true? was matthew right? you thought he was just being a misogynistic pig, but... had you really been physically tainted from the events of this week?
âso fucking lucky, dove,â hanbin whispers, removing his hand from your heat and taking one of yours. he brings it down the front of his athletic shorts and then wraps it around his impossibly hard length. you look up at him, wide-eyed. âwhere every other man would see damaged goods, i see prime real estate.â
âwhatââ
âgonna fuck you now, mâkay?â hanbin interjects, pulling his shorts down and exposing himself to you. you hadnât really seen the other boys up close or at all like this. hanbinâs cock is pretty, long with just a few visible veins and a pink head thatâs leaking a bit of pre-cum. it makes your mouth water. maybe you are a dumb slut.
maybe you like it like that.
or maybe itâs just hanbinâs large hand covering your throat, pressing at the sides tenderly thatâs making you start to feel a bit high. he brings himself to your entrance, lining up the tip and coating it in your juices. heâs about to push himself inside of you, when he suddenly freezes.
âyou want me to, right?â hanbin asks, tone suddenly much softer than it was before. his eyes are locked with yours, holding you there with him against the wall of lockers. âyou want me inside you? just me. not those other guys? not junseo hyung-nim orââ
BEEEEEEEEEP. BRRANG. BRRANG. BRRANG. BEEEEEEEE....
a fire alarm rips through the locker room, loud and annoying as ever. you try to jump out of hanbinâs grasp, but his hands stay fixed around you.Â
âlet me... let me go!â you assert, hitting his chest with your palm. the pressure on your neck that felt so good just a few moments ago is now filling you with fear, âare you trying to kill me or something!?â
his brow raises slightly, as if he only just noticed the alarm. his grip loosens and you take the opportunity to scramble away from him.Â
âof course iâm not,â he replies dejectedly, re-situating his shorts before huffing, âlike you have a body worth going to jail for.â
âoh, shut up,â you retort, rolling your eyes as you race to re-button your shirt. âthis is all YOUR fault. whateverâs going on this week, i know youâre behind it. youâve run out of ideas to keep me small. but iâm not small. in fact, iâm a much bigger person than you are! so... iâm sorry for whatever i did that made you hate me so much in the first place. now, please, letâs get out of here.â
you start to run down the aisle of lockers towards the exit door, but a lack of footsteps behind you causes you to stop and turn back.
âcome on,â you urge as hanbin continues to stand in place and stare at you, unmoving. it might be the most infuriating thing heâs done all day. âoh, fucking burn then.â
the tangible anger in your voice startles both of you. hanbin blinks quickly back at you, wide-eyed as if youâve just slapped him across the face. whoever gave him the right to feel that way is sorely mistaken. you turn back around, throwing over your shoulder:
âare there birds worse than vultures?â
ËăăăăâŠăăă.ăă. ăâËă.ăăăăă . âŠă
gender neutral version below
EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ WARNINGS: choking (reader receiving and safely executed lmao), chest/abdomen groping (reader receiving; no anatomical descriptions or gender specific language), heavy petting (reader and hanbin receiving), finger penetration (brief, reader receiving), erotic humiliation and degradation (towards reader; regarding looseness of hole (non specific) from desperation and disappointing chest/abdomen region (not related to gender or anatomical gendered parts he's just being a dick to you i hope this makes sense)), slut and whore are also used but not in a gendered context, one slap across face (reader receiving), slight dub-con but we know how reader rolls now lol. hanbin is insanely toxic. enjoy.
ËăăăăâŠăăă.ăă. ăâËă.ăăăăă . âŠă
scribble. scribble. scribble.Â
the scratchings of your pencil in your poetry journal are growing increasingly violent. you donât really care. youâd stayed up all night: tossing and turning and thinking and plotting.Â
âhey, uh... you okay?â hanbin asks, tapping you gently with the end of his pen. your pencil falls from your fingers as youâre jolted from your anxious thought spiral.Â
âhuh?â you reply, blinking at the star of the soccer team. âoh, um. yeah. iâm okay.â
hanbinâs brow raises slightly at your answer as if it surprises him. âyou sure?â
âyeah,â you reply as nonchalantly as possible. âwhy?â
you follow hanbinâs line of sight to the open page of your poetry journal. youâve absentmindedly ripped a significant hole through several pages with your vortex of nervous scribbling.
you breathe an awkward laugh, closing your journal and putting your pencil down flat on your desk.
âyou had a rough week,â hanbin says, grabbing his journal from his bag and placing it on his desk. you bite your cheeks to keep from grinning at the sight of your target. âor so iâve heard.â
âiâm sure you have,â you mumble, glancing at the tile floor. âiâm sure everybody has.â
âthey havenât,â he replies definitively and you know heâs telling the truth. âi promise they havenât.â
hanbin was a tricky one. the star of the soccer team and undoubtedly the most popular boy at your university, it comes as no surprise that he was also the makeshift ring leader of his stupid group of friends. keeping that spotlight also meant keeping up appearances. while your other bullies made their distaste for you known whenever possible, hanbin had a different preferred method of torture.
he liked to play nice. compliment your poems. share a laugh... reel you in.
until you were so close, you couldnât escape. thatâs when heâd flip the script on you.Â
like when he sent your poem about the boy you liked to the entire universityâs mailing list last year. youâd insisted you didnât feel comfortable sharing it with him. you recoiled with embarrassment at the thought of junseo, your senior lab partner, finding out. but he pushed. made you think you could trust him.
the next day, it was pinned to every bulletin board across campus next to a picture of you that hanbin had taken on your class trip to the national library. like some sort of sick calling card.
junseo sunbae-nim never muttered more than a word to you ever again.
so thatâs how all this started. hanbin recruiting his three (and then four) asshole friends in a sudden and violent quest to become the bane of your existence.Â
sometimes you still canât help but wonder if youâd done something to upset him. but you shake off that thought each time. you wonât let him get in your head again so easily.
youâve about mustered the courage to give hanbin some snarky response when your professorâs chalk hatchings across the blackboard send a hush over the classroom.
âgood afternoon, everyone,â professor choi greets happily, underlining todayâs date on the board. âletâs jump right in today and start with our weekly journals. please share with your desk partner the poem that this week so far inspired you to write.â
your eyes fix on hanbinâs journal again, anticipation stirring as you think about the clues that could be hidden in his poem this week. could the answers youâre looking for really be inside that black, leather book?
âyou should go fiâ,â you start to suggest a bit too quietly before hanbin unknowingly cuts you off.
âdo you wanna go first?â he asks brightly, smile lines illuminating his soft features. you know you shouldnât indulge him, but you can never stop the corners of your lips from involuntarily turning up in response. no matter how much you hated him, his fairytale prince looks were undeniable.
âoh, uh,â you stammer, grabbing your journal and flipping it open to your entry from this week. you look at the poem you wrote, eyes scanning over the emotional stanzas as you bite your lip uneasily. âi dunno. i kind of got a bit too... personal this week.â
âoh, you know i donât mind,â he replies calmly. âthatâs what poetry is, right?â
âiâm well aware you donât mind me spilling personal details to you,â you reply with a glare. âbut i mind.â
â(y/n)-sshi,â professor choiâs voice suddenly rings over your shoulder. âletâs get reading, okay? time is limited.â
you swallow hard, looking down at your journal shamefully. âyes, professor-nim.â
âso whatâs it called?â hanbin asks as professor choi makes her way back up to her desk, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back into his chair. âyour poem?â
âthe bird,â you answer softly. âitâs called the bird.â
he nods pensively before gesturing for you to start. you look back down at the page, fingers shaking as you try to hold your journal steady. clearing your throat, you recite:
âfrom itâs perch at the window, it will never be much. the vultures jeered at it as they circled above. then one flew downâ with taloned-hand, he did touch. and a meek little finch turned into a dove. if a dove it can be, it will be it as such. til another vulture fell to his knees with a glove. parted itâs feathers and took it in his clutch. and from the fair bird, made a raven thereof. it needs to change back, so it tries to stay hush. but a third brash vulture throws it off with a shove. the reluctant truth is itâs filling with lust... and itâs growing quite scared of the bird it will become.â
you blink back tears as you close your journal and place it on your desk in front of you. maybe itâs your lack of sleep or the mentally and physically jarring week youâve had, but reading your poem aloud had left you feeling quite vulnerable.
âthat was beautiful, (y/n),â hanbin says suddenly, prying you from your regret. you turn to him, eyes wide as he nods thoughtfully. âi really appreciated the metaphor of the bird. the vultures are considered bad birds, but somehow they changed the subject from an unassuming bird into the more beautiful bird it seemed to want to be... but never thought it could.â
you stare at him as he glances up at the ceiling, those handsome smile lines crinkling his cheeks again.
âfunny how things we could perceive as wrong or immoral can actually have a positive effect on us,â he muses with a chuckle. âbut itâs only natural for the bird to question that change. itâs done more of that âbadâ thing and now itâs afraid itâs been turned into a raven. a bird thatâs frightening. or maybe a bird it canât recognize anymore when it looks in the mirror.â
âit did,â you assert quietly. âit did change the bird.â
âbut it sounds like the bird likes that change. at least part of it,â hanbin rebuts, meeting your gaze. âperhaps if it embraces that and sheds itâs own guiltâ or molts, if you willâ itâll realize the raven is another distortion of the birdâs own making, just like the finch was. itâll realize it is the dove and it always has been.â
your lips part as you gape at hanbin in awe. it was hard not to let your guard down with him when he always dissected your poems so intuitively like this. memories of intense public humiliation are the only thing that can keep you grounded.
âor,â he adds, a small smirk upturning the corner of his lips. âi guess it could also realize that ravens and vultures arenât the bad birds it thinks they are. maybe it finds that, after all this worrying, the bird was meant to be a vulture, too.â
âunder a minute left,â professor choi calls out from the front of the classroom.
shit. hanbin had talked so much about your poem that he barely had any time left to share hisâ the poem you desperately needed to be shared in the first place.
hanbinâs still rambling on about vultures, but youâre not paying any attention as a wave of panic rushes over you.Â
âyou should share yours still,â you prompt a little too eagerly, cutting him off mid-sentence. trying your best to dial it back, you add, âiâm sure itâs very interesting, what with the big game on saturday and all.â
hanbin smiles, holding your gaze for a moment too long. itâs suspicious, but his eyes give nothing away.
âif itâs okay with you, iâd rather not share this week,â he says, throwing his journal back in his bag. âi got a little too... how did you put it? personal.â
you blink at him. âbutâ. but thatâs what i said and youâ.â
hanbin mutters something under his breath that you swear sounds like, ânot like youâd listen to me anyway.â
but you mustâve misheard him.
your heart sinks, your plan crumbling to ashes before your eyes as professor choi launches into a lecture about wilfred owenâs 20th century use of assonance. hanbin had to have written something about what his friends had been up to. thatâs why he used up so much time focusing on your poem.Â
your pencil moves across your paper, absentmindedly taking notes until you reach the only possible conclusion: you canât give up. youâll just have to amend the plan.
after class, you hurriedly gather your things and run out the door, pulling your phone out and typing vigorously as you make your way to the bathroom.
WHEN DOES THE BOYSâ SOCCER PRACTICE GO UNTIL TONIGHT!? mina: ??? NO QUESTIONS. JUST ANSWERS. mina: jiwoong oppa is picking me up at 7. so i assume about 6:30. THANK U BYE and... please be careful around him. mina: yeah, yeah, yeah iâll use protection ily
totally not what you meant. and youâd hate to break it to her, but after his little stunt on monday, youâre not sure how fond her jiwoong oppa would be of that request.
6:30. practice would start soon, giving you plenty of time to slip into the boysâ locker room, read hanbinâs journal, and slip out undetected.Â
you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror.
a ravenâs beady eyes stare back.
~
you kill some time in the library, waiting until practice is well underway before making your way across campus to the gymnasium. your heart is already pounding in your ears just thinking about the little heist youâre about to pull.
but your legs keep propelling you forward.
pulling open the building door, you step inside cautiously. the womenâs badminton team is stretching in the atrium of the building, but thereâs no sign of anyone else. you head right down the hallway, walking past the cardio fitness center and the weight-lifting gym until youâre in front of the boysâ locker room door.
you put an ear to it, hearing nothing but the whirring of a fan on the other side.
fuck it.
you pull open the door and step inside, white and grey tiled walls and rows of blue lockers surrounding you. your heart races as you look back at the door, wondering if itâs not too late to abandon your mission.
you shake your head. no. you need to find that journal.
with a steadying breath, you begin to walk through the first row of lockers. when you donât spot hanbinâs bag, you proceed to the second row. and then the next. and then the next until you finally spot it.
tucked under the wooden bench running down the middle of the aisle is a familiar brown, leather messenger bag. you run to it, picking it up from the floor and setting it down on the bench. you unclasp the latch on the front of the bag and lift the flap, opening it up and reaching inside it.
your hand hits something... fluffy. you grab the fuzzy item and pull it out, squealing when you see that itâs a tiny, cream-colored hamster plush. itâs the cutest thing youâve ever seen in your whole goddamn life.Â
and you are disappointed to find yourself thinking it bears a striking resemblance to its owner.
you stuff the little hamster back into the bag. as cute as he is, itâs not what you came here for. you gasp when you feel the cold leather-bound journal in your hand, pulling it out hurriedly and examining the cover.
you open the journal, flipping through the pages rashly until you locate an entry with todayâs date at the top. it reads:
âif one is a vulture, itâs assumed theyâre no goodâ despite all the research that theyâre helpful to earth. does the finch know that if that vulture could, heâd hunt for a mirror and show it itâs worth? if that finch is a dove, thereâd be something that would still keep it away from achieving true mirth. itâs the vultures, the bird cries before it understood: the vulture has always been a sign of rebirth. a dove, raven, vulture, or finch from the woods, the vultures will find it and double their search. but for someone who claims they feel misunderstood, itâs repulsive the lengths it would go to unearth... something that does not belong to that bird. seems the dove was a raven afterall.â
âpretty good, huh?â the sudden voice behind you makes you jump. âwrote it in, like, ten minutes after class. what can i say? i was inspired.â
you donât turn around. your face is already on fire from how mortified you are. of course, youâd considered the possibility of being caught. but you hadnât really realized the weight of that consequence until this moment.
âactually, i think it might be even better than the original,â he continues, footsteps echoing against the tiled floors as he draws nearer. âi mean, you really shouldâve thought to flesh out those vulture characters a bit. and you didnât even consider looking up the well-known symbolism behind them.â
a hot breath fans across the back of your neck, causing you to shiver as a hand wraps around the leather-bound journal and pries it from yours.
âi have to admit, i didnât really think you had it in you,â he says with a chuckle, fingers suddenly hooking into your waistband and turning you around to face him. heâs in his red and white soccer uniform, skin glistening from the practice meet he should be at right now. âbut just in case, i wanted to be prepared. write you something worth reading.â
âh-how did you know?â you stutter quietly. âthat iââ
âwell, you werenât exactly subtle, now were you?â hanbin smiles but the light doesnât reach his eyes. ââyou should read your poem, hanbin. iâm sure itâs exciting with the big game coming upâ. like you give a fuck about my poetry.â
that last sentence reminds you of what you thought youâd heard him mumble in class today: not like youâd listen to me anyway.
what was that about?
âaw, donât get sad now that your plan didnât go your way,â hanbin coos, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. âi thought it was kind of cute. i can forgive you for stealing, right? you just wanted my attention so badly that you had to play a bit dirty.â
you shake your head quickly. âno, itâs not like that! i swear i wasnât trying to get your attention, i justââ
âwell then, jesus fucking christ, what do i have to do toâ,â hanbin snaps before promptly cutting himself off. thereâs something in his eyes youâve never seen before: desperation.Â
a large hand wraps around your throat in an instant, shoving you up against a blue locker. the motion knocks the wind out of you and you find yourself gasping for air. your hand flies to remove his from around your neck, but he catches it in his free one and brings it gently back down to your side.Â
âi told you in class that if you needed help calling off the vultures, you should ask me while you still can,â hanbin rasps, rubbing his thumb up the left side of your throat. âbut you werenât listening, dove. the gulper got first bite. the rippers tore you apart...â
you breathe shallowly, glancing from side to side for some route of escape.
âbut now the king has landed,â he says, tongue flitting across his teeth. âand heâs fucking starving.â
you blink at him, lips parted in stupid shock. âiâ... i honestly had no idea you knew so much about vultures.â
âTHATâS WHAT YOU TOOK FROM THAT ARE YOU KIDâ,â he yells, finger pads digging in tighter to the skin of your neck. his gaze falls to your lips, supple and pretty even in fear. he trails down to your shirt, a button-up front that seems to entice him. âtake it off.â
âb-butâ.â
âtake it the fuck off, (y/n). you should know by now how this goes,â hanbin snarls, grabbing your hand and bringing it to the trail of buttons. you start to fiddle with them, but you have some trouble under the pressure of his gaze. âcanât even undo a button? hm? too fucking stupid, dove?â
you find yourself nodding against all odds.
âneed binnie to do it for you?â he coos, smile lines illuminating his face again.
you just nod again. it seems to be what you do best.
hanbin unfastens the buttons one-handed and with ease. once your shirt is open, he tugs it to the side and exposes your chest. then, he sighs with dramatic disappointment. âseriously? thatâs it? got me all excited to see how good you look under here and this is what you have to show?â
you look down at your incredibly normal and attractive upper body. youâd never really doubted the aesthetics of it before. should you have?
the humiliating comment causes a lump to form in your throat... and an embarrassingly intense ache to shoot through your heat.Â
he tugs the center hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric further off your shoulders. âitâs a good thing the other guys didnât see this. theyâre far more superficial than me. you should be grateful you found a guy who can look past the disappointment. â
hanbinâs free hand roams across your abdomen and chest, fingers ghosting sweetly against your skin until you let out the tiniest whimper.
âmm, i heard that,â he breathes with a smirk. âeven though you never hear me. probably didnât even fucking clock the first line in that stupid poem. but i hear you, dove. so let me give you what you want. all you have to do is ask.â
you gulp, softly responding, âw-want you to... touch me.â
âyeah?â hanbin affirms, finger trailing down your stomach.
you nod again, this time more assuredly under the guise of his encouraging smile. that is, until a harsh slap stings your cheek.
âwell that wasnât a fucking question, was it?â hanbin hisses, rubbing soothing circles into your cheek with his thumb. âyouâre in an advanced poetry class and you donât even know how to form an interrogative sentence? just must be doodling all the time, huh? about all the boys whoâve made a mess of you this week? like the dumb little slut you are.â
hanbinâs free hand finds itâs way into your jeans, fingers brushing over your clothed core before pulling it out again. you gasp when you see his fingers already covered in your arousal.
his eyes darken as he undoes the button clasp and zipper of your pants, shoving your underwear to the side with his fingers. he forces your legs a bit farther apart before stuffing a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out.Â
âoh, dove, why would i wanna put my cock in here, hm? so desperate, i could slip right in,â hanbin says with another sigh of disappointment. âdid the other guys really make such a whore of you?â
another bout of worry clouds your mind. was that true? was matthew right? you thought he was just being a red-pilled pig, but... had you somehow been physically tainted from the events of this week?
âso fucking lucky, dove,â hanbin whispers, removing his hand from your center and taking one of yours. he brings it down the front of his athletic shorts and then wraps it around his impossibly hard length. you look up at him, wide-eyed. âwhere every other man would see damaged goods, i see prime real estate.â
âwhatââ
âgonna fuck you now, mâkay?â hanbin interjects, pulling his shorts down and exposing himself to you. you hadnât really seen the other boys up close or at all like this. hanbinâs cock is prettyâ long with just a few visible veins and a pink head thatâs leaking a bit of pre-cum. it makes your mouth water. maybe you are a dumb slut.
maybe you like it like that.
or maybe itâs just hanbinâs large hand covering your throat, pressing at the sides both tenderly and persistently thatâs making you feel a bit high. he brings himself to your entrance, spitting in his hand and covering his length as he lines up the tip. heâs about to push himself inside of you, when he suddenly freezes.
âyou want me to, right?â hanbin asks, tone suddenly much softer than it was before. his eyes are locked with yours, holding you there with him against the wall of lockers. âyou want me inside you? just me. not those other guys? not junseo hyung-nim orââ
BEEEEEEEEEP. BRRANG. BRRANG. BRRANG. BEEEEEEEE....
a fire alarm rips through the locker room, loud and annoying as ever. you try to jump out of hanbinâs grasp, but his hands stay fixed around you.Â
âlet me... let me go!â you assert, hitting his chest with your palm. the pressure on your neck that felt so good just a few moments ago is now filling you with fear, âare you trying to kill me or something!?â
his brow raises slightly, as if he only just noticed the alarm. his grip loosens and you take the opportunity to scramble away from him, frantically zipping up your jeans.Â
âof course iâm not,â he replies dejectedly, re-situating his shorts before huffing, âlike you have a body worth going to jail for.â
âoh, shut up,â you retort, rolling your eyes as you race to re-button your shirt. âthis is all YOUR fault. whateverâs going on this week, i know youâre behind it. youâve run out of ideas to keep me small. but iâm not small. in fact, iâm a much bigger person than you are! so... iâm sorry for whatever i did that made you hate me so much in the first place. now, please, letâs get out of here.â
you start to run down the aisle of lockers towards the exit door, but a lack of footsteps behind you causes you to stop and turn back.
âcome on,â you urge as hanbin continues to stand in place and stare at you, unmoving. it might be the most infuriating thing heâs done all day. âoh, fucking burn then.â
the tangible anger in your voice startles both of you. hanbin blinks quickly back at you, wide-eyed as if youâve just slapped him across the face. whoever gave him the right to feel that way is sorely mistaken. you turn back around, throwing over your shoulder:
âare there birds worse than vultures?â
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Not a bad decision
Summary: Dresses are stressful.
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A/n: A short lil blurb like thing which was supposed to be posted during @/starfallweek, but i decided the other fics were better, so you get this now
(also i feel like i wrote this when i was sleepy even though i did not because this fic's writing feels a lil different from all my other ones đ€·đ»ââïž)
well well guess who forgot to name the fic. IT WAS MEEEEE
anyways, Enjoy!
Dresses were not something Y/n was interested in, that much would be clear to anything with a pulse and a brain.
They were something everyone around Y/n was interested in though, and she felt like a rabbit among deers as Feyre gushed about the new seamstress the high lady had hired with her sisters and Mor.
"Oh mother, I am telling you Mor, she makes the most wonderful dresses. The dress I wore last week that you loved? She made it."
Y/n tuned them out, or tried to anyway. They were too loud, so loud that even the mother would have begged them to shut up.
"Y/n?"
Y/n blinked, glancing up from where she was sharpening her daggers to keep them ready for if she had to go to a mission in the near future.
"Yes?"
"Elain asked you what you were going to be wearing to the party." Mor told her, a knowing gleam in her eye.
"Oh." Y/n straightened, clearing her throat as she tried to think of an excuse to what she knew was coming. "Um, I think I'll be getting some new leathers, maybe a new shirt-"
"A shirt?" Nesta questioned, her eyes incredulous.
"Uh yes?" Y/n's cheeks were blazing, and she understood why it was shocking to the newer additions in the Inner circle like Nesta and Elain as they had only recently been made fae, and even then it had been rare for the to attend family parties.
"Y/n hasn't worn dresses in centuries." Mor explained, making Y/n deflate a little in relief.
"But why?"
"That, I don't know."
Y/n rolled her eyes at that. "Wearing a dress is not convenient. I can't fight in it."
And she looked weird in them. She never thought herself beautiful enough to look good or even begin to compare to the other beautiful females, so she never tried to wear anything other than her trusty leathers.
Nesta gave Y/n a look, and having become very close with Nesta to the point where Y/n had even started to consider her a sister, Y/n knew that look meant no good.
"No one is going to try to rip out your throat at a high lord's party you know."
Y/n smiled at Nesta, playing coy as Feyre announced that the seamstress had arrived and was waiting for them in the sitting room. "You never know Nesta, you never know."
"You are wearing a dress for this party. I won't take no for an answer."
Y/n's eyes widened when she realised Nesta was not bluffing. "I- I can't-"
"You will." Nesta muttered, her sentence ending in Y/n's cry of shock as Nesta grabbed Y/n's arm and dragged her over to where the other ladies had disappeared into the sitting rom.
Mother help me.
Nesta knew about Y/n's harmless little crush on Azriel. Of course she did. She knew everything.
She also insisted that this crush was not harmless, giving some stupid reason how Y/n was getting shyer and more concerned about what Azriel thought about her, leading to her becoming more secluded.
Y/n did not believe Nesta's wild accusations though. She was sure this little infatuation would go away with time, even if it hadn't in the past three hundred years.
"Y/n, are you coming or should I arrange your funeral?"
Y/n rolled her eyes at Nesta's absurd statement as she began walking towards the door.
"And why would you do that?"
Y/n found Nesta glaring at her when she opened her bedroom door.
"Because it sure seems like you were taking your time dying in there."
Y/n laughed, but the sound was short lived as her previous insecurities came rushing back as she glanced down at what she was wearing. She was so scared of how weird she would look she hadn't even glanced in a mirror, and now felt like it was a bad idea to be completely unaware of how she looked because now, she wished to die.
Maybe Nesta should arrange a funeral.
"How do I look?" Y/n questioned, and by the soft look on Nesta's face, Y/n knew her concerns were clear in her voice.
"If I were Azriel, I would kill myself if I wasn't the one removing that dress tonight, I'm just saying." Nesta muttered, shrugging. Y/n gaped at her.
"What- I- I don't even know what to think-"
"Good then. Stop thinking and just enjoy the party. You're already late. All the guests have arrived, and starfall is about to begin soon. We need to hurry."
Y/n nodded, and with a last skeptical look at her dress, she hurried after Nesta.
Starfall was considered a sacred night, and more so in Velaris. Plus add to that the extra and huge show off that was Rhys. The party was bound to be extravagant.
And sure enough, when Y/n stepped into the main ball room where everyone was gathered, drinking and chatting and dancing, Y/n's eyes widened in amazement. It should not have been a shock, considering Y/n had been attending these parties as part of the inner circle for the past three centuries. But this was a party thrown by Rhys, and he had an unbeatable streak of always shocking Y/n with his over the top arrangemens.
"Y/n!" Came the whining voice of Cassian, and Y/n turned to find him running towards where Nesta and Y/n stood, his head turned to look at someone behind him.
Y/n smiled. "What happened?"
At that, Cassian turned to look at the two females, an adorable pout on his lips. "Azriel is not being very nice-"
Cassian's eyes were fixed on Y/n, wide and shocked. She blinked at him, glancing down at herself, doubt again creeping in before she made herself meet his eyes.
"Cass?" Nesta mumbled, a self satisfied smirk on her face.
He blinked, glancing at Nesta for a moment before turning back to Y/n. "You- you look good."
Blood rushed to Y/n's cheeks at that. "Thank you."
He nodded, his eyes running down her frame quickly before he seemed to remember what he came here for. "Azriel. He's fighting with me."
Y/n blinked. "Fighting? For what?"
"I begged him to drink with me, and he said no. And then he was being mean and not nice at all."
Y/n laughed, patting his shoulder. "I'll take care of him, don't worry."
He seemed satisfied. "He is right next to the refreshments table."
Y/n nodded uncertainly, then went off to find Azriel.
She found him exactly where Cassian had said she would, and she walked up to him with a deep breath.
"I heard you were bullying Cassian."
He turned to meet her eyes, then froze. Y/n had to stifle the urge to cover herself somehow with the way he was studying her form. He himself looked ravishing, clad in a tight shirt and a coat.
To get some semblance of control back, she snapped her fingers in front of his unfairly handsome ace, and he startled.
That in turn startled Y/n.
She, a mere fae, had managed to startle the spymaster of night court? This was certainly new.
"I- what? Did you say something?"
He... was he... blushing?
No why would he blush?
Was he?
"I heard you were bullying Cassian?"
His brows furrowed. "I haven't seen him since this morning though."
Y/n blinked, then whipped around to glare at where Cassian and Nesta were standing, off in a dark, secluded corner, and giggling among themselves.
Y/n folded her arms across her chest, feeling betrayed, but before she could think more about that, Azriel's voice broke her focus.
"Um, Y/n? Will you- can I have a dance?"
Y/n stared at his nervously shifting form, speechless. "You- you want to dance... with me?"
He nodded, his confidence seeming to increase as he extended his hand, his gaze boring deep into Y/n's eyes. So deep it seemed to touch her soul.
Blushing, she slid her hand into his scarred one, and, in a burst of boldness, ran her thumb over the back of his hand. The move seemed to shock him, but still, he led her to the dance floor, his back straight, wings high.
As she followed behind him, she could not help but glance around in search of Nesta, a wide smile on her face when her best friend gave her a thumbs up.
Maybe this was a good idea after all.
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In the air
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x readerÂ
Warnings:Â Smut, angsty-ish, reader is a bit cold/lacks emotion, Emily is a bit out of character lol (just this once), mentions of death (you know the regular cm stuff), sexual tension (or more like an attempt at it lol), curse words, eating out, vaginal fingering, nipple/breast play, dirty talk, use of pet names, degradation, praise. Let me know if i forgot something - Also MINORS DNI
Summary: When you get brought in for questioning at the FBI and they have Emily interrogate you - the tension between you is instant.
Wordcount: 2k
A/N: Um hello I guess, Iâm back lol. It has been a hot minute since I both wrote and posted on here, and tbh I am a lil scared doing this again. Even tho I love posting and writing I have been so uninspired and unmotivated for so so long for some reason. But I will try to post more, canât make any promises tho lol.Â
The beginning of this has been sitting in my drafts for god knows how long and I wanted to do something with it so here I am doing it lmao
Also a reminder if it has been forgotten, english is not my first language - and I would deeply appreciate your thoughts and opinions on this, thanks besties <3
This was requested by the lovely Jas @rafetopiaâââ (you requested this such a long time ago so you have probably forgotten it, and i canât find your ask either, sorry about that lmao) who wrote the following: âso what if you wrote a blurb or one shot with emily (or jj tbh i donât really care i love them both) and there are some murders and the reader is the suspect and thereâs a hot interrogation session (iâm a sucker for it) but the ending is up to you like if sheâs innocent or not (only if you want to lol) i didnât want to make it too specific so you still have freedom đ
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I decided to go with Emily for this one, hope thatâs fine Jas (also hope it's fine i added the smut lmao) thank you for this request and i hope this turns out the way you wanted to <3
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You let out a deep sigh, crossing your legs for what felt like the hundredth time. The dark, pale interrogation room at the FBI headquarters was freezing cold and you feel yourself getting goosebumps from the chilly atmosphere. How long had you been sitting here? An hour? Two? Who knew? No one had told you anything yet, and none of the agents who showed up and arrested you had come in. Just as youâre about to uncross your legs the door opens and a grey-haired goddess of an FBI agent steps inside the room, her commanding presence immediately taking over the room. She takes a seat across from you, not saying anything. She stares deadpanned at you but all you can think about her eyes - dark brown, almost black, and you feel how you could get lost staring into them. The next thing you see is her nose, straight and pointy - one of her defining features for sure. Your eyes move on to her lips, they are full with a hint of red - red is definitely her color. You keep staring at her lips, biting your own lower lip as you do. You sit in silence for you donât know how long, until she breaks the silence by clearing her throat. Your eyes shoot up from her lips into her eyes once again, and you see a sly smile forming on her mouth before she starts talking:
âMy name is Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, Iâm a profiler with the FBIâs Behavioral Analysis Unitâ she takes a breath before continuing âdo you know why youâre here Ms. Y/L/N?â
âActually I donâtâ you reply, your lips forming a small smirk âbut please agent, do enlighten meâ
âYou are here on suspicion of murderâÂ
âMurder?â you retort, raising an eyebrow
âCorrect, murderâ she replies, tossing pictures on the table - but you keep staring into her eyes.Â
âLook at the picturesâ she demands
You do, and see yourself in all of them - together with different women. You look up at the agent again with a blank expression.Â
âDo you recognize the women in the pictures?â she asks
âWell yes I doâ you reply
You point to one of them âThatâs me right thereâÂ
ââI mean the other womenâ she retorts annoyed
âOh, silly meâ you chuckle âwell yes I recognize them tooâ
âGo onâ she says
âWell, as you can see Iâve met them allâÂ
âDoing what?â
âDo you really wanna know that, Agent Prentiss?âÂ
âGo onâ she encourages you âWhat about her?â she asks, holding up one of the photos
You look at the photo for a while, itâs of you and one of the girls you had met - what was her name? Mia? Sophia?
âShe was a pleasureâ
âHow come all the women you have met turned up dead just a few days after meeting you?â she asks, her tone accusatoryÂ
âDonât knowâ you reply, shrugging your shoulders
âThis isnât a game Y/N, people are deadâ she says, venom lacing her tone
âDonât you think I know that?â you scoff âwell I didnât kill themâ
âWhere were you on these dates and times?â she asks, sliding a piece of paper with them written down towards you
âWell I can tell you that on all these dates I was very busyâÂ
âWith what?â she asks
You bite your lip again before answering âWell I was with my very good friend Izzieâ
She sighs âAnd you were doing?â
You lean back in your chair, keeping your eyes fixed on hers as you do âYou know the usual - shopping, drinking coffee, eatingâ
âEating what?â she asks
You chuckle lightly âWe were eating a lot of things, if you know what I meanâ you say as you raise an eyebrow at her. You see how she takes a second, thinking about what youâre saying, but if your answer startles her - she doesnât give it away.Â
âTo be fair Y/Nâ Emily sighs âIâm getting kinda tired of thisâÂ
âLikewiseâ you reply, crossing your arms
Emily leans across the table, staring into your eyes. Her hands firmly gripping the table, and you imagine them gripping your body instead. You are woken from your fantasy by her hot breath right next to your ear. You feel the hairs on your arms raising and how wetness starts pooling between your legs.
âSo why wonât you just tell me the truth, like a good girlâ she whispers, nipping lightly at your ear
You take a sharp breath, exhaling shakily and not daring to move a muscle.Â
âTell me Y/Nâ she whispers again âdo you want to be my good girl?â
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. She chuckles lightly and tuts
âNone of that now, I want to hear you say itâ she whispers
You whimper lightly and swallow, just as youâre about to open your mouth the door opens and you and Emily get away from each other, she sits down in her chair composing herself. You sit back in your chair, feeling out of breath. You lock eyes with a tall grumpy agent who stares deadpanned at you.Â
âYouâre free to go Ms. Y/L/Nâ he says
âWhat?â you ask, shocked
âYouâre free to goâ he repeats âyour alibi checks outâ
You get up from the chair and as youâre about to leave the room you stop right by Emilyâs ear and whisper:
âThat was fun, we should do it again sometimeâÂ
You donât give her time to reply, swiftly exiting the room. On the way out you feel all the other agents staring at you as you walk past them, but all you can do is smirk - thinking back at the moment you just had with Emily - and how you need to get rid of the wetness between your legs the first thing you do when you get home.Â
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The sun was shining outside the BAU, and you close your eyes taking a deep breath. You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket, picking it up you see your uber is on its way. You close your eyes and exhale once more, but before you know it someone is behind you and pushes you against the wall of the building, their hand on your throat. You feel your air supply being cut off and open your eyes in panic, and there in front of you is the grey-haired goddess of an FBI agent once more. She releases the pressure against your throat a little, but keeps her hand steady. You gasp for air as she leans towards you.Â
âListen here you little slutâ she says âI donât think youâre as innocent as you make it look, but to be honest right now I donât give a fuckâ
You donât answer, focusing on your breathing
âBut what Iâm more interested in right now is to keep our little party goingâ she says, backing away âIf you want to?â
You raise an eyebrow at her, but can tell from the look on her face that she is serious. You chuckle, looking down at your feet with a sly smile - you look up again, meeting her brown eyes and reply:
âIâd never thought youâd askâ
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She pulls you inside her apartment, dragging you towards her bedroom. She pushes you against the wall once again and presses her lips against yours. You moan into her mouth as your hands caress her body, reaching her breasts.Â
âLet me take your shirt offâ you pant into her mouth
She pulls away and you pull her shirt over her head, and then do the same with yours. You take off her bra while she does the same with yours. She trails her kisses along your neck, and you throw your head back, giving her full access. She stops by your pulse point, sucking hard on it. You close your eyes and moan as she does, your hands finding her breasts. You start rubbing one of her nipples between your fingers, causing her to moan against your neck. She keeps trailing kisses further down on your body and reaches your breasts. She takes one of your nipples in her mouth, circling her tongue against it.Â
âHoly fuckâ you breathe out âkeep doing thatâ
She chuckles lightly against your nipple before pinching it lightly with her teeth, making you yelp.Â
âLay down on the bedâ she says
You obey, laying down on your back
âYouâre so wet for me, arenât you?â she asks, smirking
You lick your lips and nod, staring up at her.Â
She lowers herself, trailing kisses along your stomach down towards your pussy. You feel your clit pulsing and wetness dripping between your legs.Â
âSpread those legs for meâ she says, and you obey instantly âlet me see that pretty pussy of yoursâÂ
She starts kissing your inner thighs slowly, just brushing over your clit lightly when she switches from one leg to the other.Â
âPleaseâ you pant, putting your hands in her hair directing her towards your clit âPlease stop teasing and fuck meâ
âAs you wish princessâ she says and start sucking forcefully on your clit, making you moan hard of the instant pleasure she gives you
âSuch a good girlâ she says against your clit, and you thrust your hips forward, looking for more. She chuckles softly and starts licking up and down your slit, and she easily slips two fingers into you - thrusting them slowly.Â
âHarder pleaseâ you pant âIâm gonna cumâ
She picks up her pace, her thrusts becoming more determined, and your eyes starts fluttering from the overwhelming pleasure that is approaching you
âCum for meâ she husks and circle your clit once more, your orgasm washing over you like a wave of pleasureÂ
âFuckâ you breathe out as she starts lapping up your juices
She kiss you and you taste yourself on her tongue, and then you flip her over - with her underneath you this time
âMy turnâ you coo and lick your lips, pinning her wrists above her head as you caress one of her nipples with your tongue
"So perfect" you murmur "Perfect tits. Perfect ass. Perfect everything"Â
You work your way down her body, kissing herÂ
âPleaseâ she breathes heavily âI need youâ
âWhere do you need me?â you ask, kneading her breasts once moreÂ
âInsideâ she whimpers âyour fingers insideâ
You lick a line along her slit, tasting her wetnessÂ
âMy myâ you chuckle âdo I make you this wet?âÂ
âYesâ she groans âplease just fuck meâ
You slide two fingers inside of her, thrusting them slowly as you lower yourself towards her clit and take it in your mouth. She moans deeply and arches her back, and you start picking up your pace.Â
âPleaseâ she breathes âneed moreâ
You add another finger smoothly, and let her adjust a little before you start thrusting again, and you curl your fingers at her g-spot and start circling your tongue on her clit again - feeling her walls clenching against your fingers
âYesâ she cries out âjust like that, Iâm cummingâÂ
You pick up the pace, flicking her clit harder and thrust your finger faster.Â
You feel her orgasm taking over, and she cries out from pleasure. You keep thrusting, helping her ride out her orgasm. When she has calmed down you slip out your fingers and take them in your mouth, cleaning her juices from them - and you moan once again from her taste.Â
The two of you crash down on the bed next to each other, panting heavily.Â
âThat was goodâ she whispers
âSo fucking goodâ you reply and she chuckles at you, turning her head towards you
You stare into Emilyâs dark brown eyes once again, the first thing you had noticed about her when she walked into that interrogation room what felt like an eternity ago. Whatever lies behind those beautiful brown eyes is one mystery you would spend your entire life solving.Â
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Bowuigi Mating Dance Idea
Again, another crack Bowuigi idea that I'm not sure how to flesh out. For this one, Bowser steals a serum/potion from the Mushroom Kingdom in hopes that it will make him invincible. However, instead, it reveals his subconscious desires. And one of those desires is to have Luigi as his partner.
Wrote some copy for this, but again, not entirely fleshed out:
Mario and Luigi stood up with a grunt. Princess Peachâs throne room was a mess, with rubble everywhere and a gaping hole where the roomâs doors used to be. From behind them, Peach reached over to see if they were okay, but Mario gently pushed her back, straightening himself.Â
The toads who had been in the room had already fled. They had been in the middle of a meeting when Bowser so kindly interrupted.Â
Bowser guffawed as he strolled through the hole his airship had just made. His advisor, Kamek, flew on his broomstick above Bowserâs head. Green-shelled koopas marched behind them, and they quickly flanked the trio.Â
Luigi took a deep breath and tried to stop shaking so much.
âWell, well, did I catch you guys on a bad day?â Bowser crooned. âThatâs too bad.â He looked as menacing as usual, especially with the setting sun on his back.Â
Mario rubbed the dust off of his mustache. âCanât you just leave us alone? We all know how this ends.â
Luigi nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest.
Bowser pretended to look at his claws. âIâm afraid things are going to be a bit different this time.â He smirked as he reached into his shell and pulled out a bottle full of strange, pink liquid. He held it up into the sky and roared, âBehold! My raw strength is about to increase tenfold!â
Peach pushed past Mario and Luigi, a confused look on her face. âWait, why do you have that?â
âMy dearest Peaches, it was actually quite easy to steal from your castleâs boring research facility. And now, Iâll use it to rule the world.â
Peach raised an eyebrow, and Mario and Luigi looked at each other.Â
âI would highly recommend you donât use that, Bowser,â Peach said slowly. Â
âHah! As if,â Bowser sneered. He opened the bottle and downed the contents in one go.Â
Mario and Luigi readied themselves, clenching their fists and opening their stances. Peach covered her mouth in surprise.Â
Bowser grinned and looked down at his body in expectation. But⊠nothing about his body really changed. He glared over at Kamek. âYou idiot! I thought you said this would make me invincible!â
Kamek held up his hands in placation. âI couldnât quite examine it, sire, because you didnât want me to waste a single drop. So I made a guess based on what it looked and smelled like.â
Bowser growled. âThatâs it. When we get back, youâreââ Bowser stopped talking mid sentence, his snout twitching like crazy. He tried again, âYouâreâŠâ He shook his head and stumbled a bit.
âYour majesty! Are you all right?â
Luigi glanced over at Peach, who was rolling her eyes at Bowser. âUm⊠what exactly does it do, princess?â he asked.
Peach opened her mouth to respond, when Bowser let out a loud grunt. They all looked over at him to see his pupils had dilated. He was staring right at them. Luigi and Mario both took a step in front of the princess.
Bowser didnât move for a second, then he leaned forward and let out a low bellow that sounded like chainsaws trying to start up. Luigi had never heard such a sound from Bowser before.Â
Turning around, Bowserâs tail swept across the floor, flickering and moving in a strange pattern. Even stranger, his spikes started raising and lowering in some sort of rhythm.
Luigi had no idea Bowserâs shell could do that. Looking over at Mario, Luigi could tell he was thinking the same thing.
Bowser faced forward again and let out another bellow. This one was accompanied by a small burst of sparks from his muzzle. Then he turned right back around and kept doing that weird shell and tail combo.
âWell⊠thatâs a thing. I guess,â Mario said, stroking his mustache.
Luigi kind of wanted to laugh. But they were still surrounded by Bowserâs minions. âHey, how about I take the right side, and you take the left side?â
Mario nodded and said, âPeach, keep Bowser distracted?â
Peach hummed in agreement.Â
The two Mario brothers took off. The koopas charged at Luigi, but he easily hopped onto their heads and kicked them out of the hole Bowser made. He hit a few with his hammer and kicked those, too.Â
âLuigi, look out!â Peach called.
Luigi turned around and came face to face with Bowser. He jumped back with a shriek and held up his hands in defense. The koopas he had been fighting now took cover behind Bowser.
âSire! What are you doing?â Kamek called. He shot a blast of magic at Mario, who dodged it easily. Marioâs end of koopas were already out of commission.Â
Bowser didnât answer, he just stared at Luigi with his red eyes. When Luigi continued to stand there, Bowser let out a rumbling bellow and bobbed his head up and down.Â
Luigi had no idea what was going on. Maybe he should just leave this sort of thing to Mario. He tried to run back to Peachâs side, but Bowser stepped in front of him. Luigi didnât dare breathe. But Bowser didnât hurt him. Instead, he turned around and slapped his tail up and down on the floor.Â
Now Luigi was really confused. What exactly was in that bottle?
A blast of magic surrounded Bowser and lifted him towards the hole in the room. âYour Craziness, we must retreat!â Kamek cried. He barely managed to dodge Mario trying to jump up and grab his broom.Â
Instead of listening to his advisor, Bowser let out a fierce growl. Kamek froze in his tracks, dissipating the hovering spell, and stared at Bowser in bewilderment. Mario managed to grab the tip of Kamekâs broom and yank him down. The magikoopa freed himself by shooting a small lightning bolt at Mario, who avoided it gracefully.
Bowser let out one last growl towards his advisor, then he approached Luigi again. Smoke billowed out of Bowserâs mouth as he approached.
âWhat do you want?!â Luigi cried hysterically, glancing around the room.Â
A piece of debris hit Bowser in the head. Luigi and Bowser turned to see Peach winding up to throw another one. Bowser blew a plume of fire in her direction. Mario dove onto her, getting both of them out of the way. Mario dragged Peach out of the way when another one of Kamekâs lightning bolts struck the ground.
Luigi returned his attention to Bowser, who had managed to get up close to Luigiâs personal space without him noticing. Luigi held up his hands in surrender; the last thing he wanted to do was set Bowser off in his crazed state.
Bowser stared down at Luigi, his blown up pupils nearly drowning out the whites of his eyes. Luigi tried to take a step back, but he got poked by something. He glanced behind him to see the few koopas he didnât manage to take care of standing there. One of them had a long spear, which they used to push Luigi towards their king.
Luigi covered his head with his hands. His legs shook violently, and he muttered prayers to himself in Italian.
However, instead of Bowser biting his head off, Luigi felt something warm and soft rub against his face. He opened his eyes and moved his hands away, right when Bowser leaned back from Luigi. When Luigi didnât do anything, Bowser leaned down again and rubbed his cheek on Luigiâs.Â
Luigi froze. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and saw Mario, Peach, Kamek, and the koopas staring at the scene.
âSeriously, Peach, what was in that elixir?â Mario asked. His eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head.Â
Peach hummed. âIt was a serum that revealed your subconscious desires⊠We were testing it for interrogation purposesâŠâ She tapped her chin in thought.Â
Kamek shook his head. He flew down and wacked Luigiâs face away from Bowserâs with the back of his broom. Luigi sputtered and tripped on something behind him. He heard a low growl and something firm wrap around his body. He looked down to see Bowserâs hand around his waist.Â
With a gulp, Luigi slowly looked up at Bowser, whose eyes were half lidded as he stared down at Luigi. Was it just him, or was Bowserâs face getting closer?
âSire! Enough of this nonsense!â Kamek screeched. He flew up to Bowserâs head and wacked the back of it with his wand.
Bowserâs eyes shrunk back to their normal size, and Bowser shook his head to clear it.Â
âW-what?â Bowser groaned. He glanced at Luigi, then at Mario and Peach, then back at Luigi with a look of bewilderment.Â
âUm⊠hiâŠâ Luigi muttered. He tried to tug Bowserâs fingers off of him, but his grip was strong.Â
Bowserâs face morphed into his usual cocky sneer. âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âH-hey!â Luigi protested, âIâm not the one who was making googly eyes earlier! And is still holding onto me!â
Bowser glanced down at his hand and blinked, as if just noticing he was holding onto Luigi. He dropped Luigi unceremoniously onto the floor.
âYour highness, I suggest a tactical retreat!â Kamek called.
Bowser grumbled. âFINE!â He blew flame towards Mario and Peach, so they wouldnât follow after them as they ran back to their airship.Â
Luigi watched them go with absolute confusion. Mario tried to chase after them, but he was too late. Luigi didnât bother standing up, his mind still stuck on what had transpired.
I like to think that the bellowing Bowser's doing is like an alligator's bellow, but much louder.
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Hi super sorry if your request arenât open.
I had this thought about Zuko x waterbending reader and maybe they could be related to Hama (like a grandma or something) and r basically itâs difficult to explain but Zuko and reader started dating after the war and he tries really hard to get Hamas approval because heâs from the fire nation and Hama ends up sorta accepting him but is still hella weary about him
âDinnerâ- Zuko x female!reader
An: HIYA! So as to not be annoying Iâm leaving my lil disappearance explanation at the bottom, enjoy đ«¶
(As usual, thank you for your request and patience it means a lot đ)
Warnings: fighting/agression but itâs brief dw (this is also a very short piece)
You smiled as a candle flickered in your room, kicking your feet as you read a letter your boyfriend, Zuko, wrote to you. He detailed in it his most recent endeavours as a fire lord, as well as affirmed that he could in fact come for a visit. You had been planning to move to his palace soon, as per his request, but he was afraid your grandmother, Hama, a ruthless fire nation hating blood bender who might just hate Zuko, would not be on board. You decided the easiest way was to have them both over for food, and youâd prepared a huge feast of different delicacies of both nations. Zuko was meant to arrive in about an hour, and Hama was already down stairs washing up. She vaguely knew you were going to introduce her to someone, just not entirely aware of who. You shoved the scroll into another backpack you packed for your move, which was supposed to take place a week from now if all goes well.
You walked over to the window sill and sat on a cushion you placed on the protruding wooden part, sighing. You wandered in an endless maze of thoughts, until a face appeared in front of you. You squeaked, almost falling backwards but you caught yourself. Shaking your head, you unlocked the window and pulled zuko in.
âDude?â You questioned, pulling him in for a hug.
He smelled like the sea, you noted, originally expecting the smell of a certain beast on him.
âSorry- I got nervous,â you giggled, pinching his pouty cheeks.
He grinned, dipping you into a passionate kiss that screamed âI miss youâ in every language. His hand trailed to your back, and yours his hair. Just as things began to escalate, the door swung open.
âYN!â
Immediately, you pushed him away, and he stumbled backwards. Both your eyes landed on your grandma, who was as pale as a ghost.
âI can explain!â
âWhat kind of nonsense is this?â
Zuko was frozen, from the long list of things that could've gone wrong, this did not even make the top one hundred list.
âGrandma, this is Zuko,â you calmed down, âMy boyfriend,â
He snapped out of his trance and extended an arm to shake with her. She walked out, leaving a small stone to prevent the door from closing again.
âSorry about her,â you groaned, embarrassed that she left him hanging.
He retreated his arm, shoving it into his pocket, âShe already thinks I suck. Itâs over.â
âItâs okay sheâs easy to win over,â you smiled sweetly, contrasting the lies that currently fled your lips.
Stiff, awkward, weird⊠all of the above.
You couldnât relax for this dinner, things were so tense after what just happened. He didnât even get to say hello before she saw his tongue down your throat and now she probably is a hair away from blood bending him into a ball. And he could tell she hated him- when he asked you to pass him a spoon she threw it at him. She missedâŠ
âSo, why donât you tell her about yourself Zuko,â you broke the silence.
His eyes widened, suddenly being put on the spot, âWell I-uh-um-â he coughed.
âHe helped the avatar end a hundred year war,â you chimed in.
âYeah so he can start a 200 year war all on his own,â she remarked, glaring at him. âAll fire folks are the same,â
âGram, give him a chance, heâs trying his best,â you held his hand over the table, rubbing your thumb in comforting circles.
Suddenly, a fork came hurling at you, and when you both dodged your hands away, you found it embedded in the table.
âRightâŠâ you breathed out.
She stood up abruptly, folding her arms, âYn, come outside, now,â
âYes maâam,â you replied, looking back at Zuko with a worried expression.
You shut the creaky wooden door behind you and adjusted your garments as you stood by here on the patio.
âA fire nation boy?â
âHeâs different⊠heâs not what you think he is,â
âThatâs what they all say Yn, heâs bad news.â
âWhat about him is bad news?â
âEverything. Especially the fact that heâs a ticking time bomb.â
âHeâs a good man.â
âAre you forgetting his past? He attacked the avatar!â Your eyes widened, âThatâs right, I did my research⊠I know every little thing he did and so help me if you dare leave this house with him I will make sure thatâs the last time either of you see each other.â
âYou canât do that!â
âWhoâs gonna stop me?â
Your eyes brimmed with tears- it was one thing to ban you from seeing him, but a completely other thing to treat you like a child. You were old enough to make these decisions on your own. You huffed, storming back inside and waltzing into your bedroom, slamming the door with a lot of force.
Hama sat back down at the table, smiling before she flipped it onto Zuko. He gasped, standing up quickly to avoid being crushed. She stomped around the table and got up in his face, grabbing the collar of his shirt. She was surprisingly strong for her ancient age.
âWhat do you want from her?â
âTo be with her,â
âWhy?â
âBecause I love her,â
âWHY?â
âWHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?â
She pushed him onto the ground, lifting her arm as if about to bloodbend him. Heâd heard the tales of what she was capable of from his friends, and he felt his heart drop.
Zuko froze, waiting, shielding himself and closing his eyes.
âArenât you gonna firebend?â She asked, a bitter sounding tone.
âNo.â
Just then, you exited your room, finally having collected your bearings. There, you found Zuko almost curled up on himself, and Hama glaring at him. He breathed heavily, and she looked as if a blood vessel was about to pop. You immediately rushed to his side, helping him up to his feet and checking him for wounds. He was fine of course.
Your hand brushed against his cheek and he closed his eyes, humming, âIâm fine,â
âWhat did you do?â You yelled, looking at the old lady.
âI tested him.â
You laughed sarcastically, âAnd did he pass,â
âWith flying colours,â 2 out of 3 pairs of eyebrows flew upwards, you and Zuko exchanged glances. âFor now,â
After a bit of cleaning up, you finished the night with Zuko in your bedroom, sitting at your desk.
âIs everything okay?â You asked, leaning against the table.
âIf she doesnât even want me near you, how on Earth are you going to move in with me?â
âThatâs⊠thatâs a great question.â
An: OKAY SO idek where to start I basically obv got back to school and I had exams and then even MORE EXAMS coming up (send help) BUUUT I mainly just lost my spark and interest in writing but it feels wrong to continue to ignore my inbox so Iâm gonna try my best to clear it soon. If you have requested Iâm genuinely so so sorry itâs taken this long Iâm sure youâre mad at me but hopefully not too mad donât hate me okay bye love you đ©·
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