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gabriellessworldd · 10 months ago

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Never get yo bitch back!

plug!connie x black fem reader 😛😛

wc- 1.7k!

☆ warnings ☆: mdni! mentions of weed nd alcohol, smut 18+, cheating (established relationship w eren), public-ish sex (bathroom unlocked door), pnv, oral (f receive), Connie and reader have wanted each other for a min, first time writing ever don't drag me y'all pls!! 😓 I kinda want to make this have multiple parts but idk yet. I'm very open to criticism nd I hope y'all enjoy!

"Y/nnnnn, cmon you can come outside for one night!" Your best friend Sasha whined through the screen. As much as you protested, deep down you really did want to go out. Especially because Eren wasn't at home, you really wanted to talk to him since y'all haven't been doing so well recently. Petty arguments, sleepless nights, ig posts, and to top it all off he hasn't been to your house in weeks, not giving y'all anytime to have a conversation.

You check the time and see it's 6:00pm that means you got at least 2-3 hours before you would have to leave. "Girl you right, send me the lo. What you wearin?" Sasha set her phone up to show you the outfit she picked out, "Girl that's cute asf!! Ima match you." Sasha helped you pick out an outfit (1 or 2) that resembled hers. "Okay Sash ima finish my hair nd makeup, lmk when yall otw there." "Bye N/n, i gotchu." Sasha hung up and you continued finishing your hair and makeup.

Once you were in your car you looked at the location, realizing that it was at Jean's house, meaning Connie would be there. There was something so attractive about Connie that you didn't know how to explain, he was just, mesmerizing. You knew you would never be able to approach him tho, him nd Eren had been friends forever, and that was a boundary you wouldn't cross. Nothing being crossfaded couldn't fix..

You pull in front of Jean's house and it's packed, you can hear the music from the street. You text Sasha that you pulled up and fix yourself in the car mirror. "We're waiting for you at the front N/n." You read Sasha's text and get out of your car. When you open the door Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, and some other girls greet you. You scan the crowd feeling a familiar stare, you turn to your right and see a crossfaded Connie Springer and his homeboys sitting on some sofas in the corner. Connie feels you stare back and smirks. 'This finna be interesting.' You think to yourself.

You make your way to the kitchen to take a couple shots, Sasha gets a blunt from Ony, and y'all head upstairs to light up. When the sesh is over you feel amazing, the music is blasting, you're having a great night, and you're a 10, what could be better? You and the girls head downstairs to go dance and enjoy your night. You and Sasha throw ass like there's no tomorrow and Mikasa is right there to catch it. You laugh and stand up straight when you feel the stare of those familiar hazel eyes. "Ima go grab another drink" you tell Sasha and she drukenly nods.

You walk up to the counter where all of the drinks are, "hey connie" you look at him, and smile. He leans in closer to you "wassup mami, you look good. shit, you smell good too." he smiles at you with all of his pearly white teeth and you notice his silver grillz.(#1, #2, #3) God he's so fine. The way his red eyes are hanging low, the smell of his cologne, and his pretty ass accent, triple homicide.

"Where yo man at tho? Thought he was gon come tonight." Connie's confused as to why Eren isn't at this party trailing you like a lost puppy, unless, y'all wasn't on speaking terms right now. He grinned at the thought "Oh um Ion really-" You stuttered out wondering why he would ruin a good conversation. "Nah you ain gotta answer mami, follow me." He held his hand out with a 'hm' and you quickly took it, needing to feel his touch. He lead you upstairs to the first bathroom he saw, he opened the door, "Tu vas primero hermosa" you go first beautiful. You smiled at the sentence and walked in front of him. His eyes naturally trailed down to the best view there was 'Damn.' was all he thought as he watched you walk and felt himself get harder in his sweats.

"So wassup?" You questioned him, almost like a challenge. You leaned your back against the counter and looked into his eyes. "To be honest ion wanna play no games ma, you know what I want." He leaned towards you, muscular and veiny arms on both sides of you, caging you in.

You could feel the tension grow as both of you realized just how badly you needed the other. "Can I?" Connie asks to kiss you 'and he's respectful omg add that to the list' you think, "Yes, you can." As soon as those three words came out of your mouth, Connie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his other hand quickly found your ass and squeezed, while your hands slid their way into his scruffy buzzcut. The kiss was passionate but it also had a hint of hunger, longing almost, like both of you waited your whole lives for this. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and both of you wanted, no, craved more from each other. Connie's large hand found it's way to your throat and he squeezed softly earning a light moan from you, Connie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

"Ay dios mio mami" oh my god Connie whispered. Connie littered bites and hickeys down your neck and exposed cleavage, not caring who would see. He tapped on your thigh, a signal for you to stand so he could remove your pants. He then picked you up and set you back down on the counter, he kissed the insides of your thighs and left a trail of bites. He looked up at you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, he pulled your panties to the side. Connie was in a trance, the way your folds were so puffy, the way they were covered in wetness, connie almost came in his pants at the sight. "Fuck." was all he said before he began kissing and sucking on your lips. He spread them open with his middle and index finger, and could've sworn he saw heaven.

He plunged his fingers inside your wet hole, sucking on your clit while he pumped his fingers in you nice and slow. "Fuck con" you let out a soft moan, it was like music to his ears. He worked his fingers a little faster and curled them up grazing over your spot. "o-oh fuck connie mmhm, right there" He came up, bottom half of his face covered in your sweet juices "You taste so sweet, princesa" and with that he went back down and devoured you like you were his last meal. "a-ah mm con. That feels soo good" you whispered, feather light moans. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pushed his tongue in and out of your hole. "Cmon mami let me hear you." he felt you squeeze his tongue and pull his hair, that was enough to let him know. He pushed his fingers back in and started pumping at an insane speed.

"Go ahead ma, let me taste all of you" Your thighs tightened around his head as you felt your high coming. "ah connie 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you moaned out louder than before, he curled his fingers again, making you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes closed. "Joder, eres tan deliciosa." damn, you're so delicious.

Connie stood up and your hands immediately found the band of his sweats and boxers, in one tug you pulled them both down. "Eager much huh mami? Well I expect you to take it all then." Your eyes widened at the statement but your thoughts were cut short when you heard him speak again. "Turn around for me mami, and don't take your eyes off the mirror." The dominance in his voice made you even wetter. You turned around towards the mirror and he slid off your panties.

He smeared his tip on your folds, collecting your wetness. Without warning he pushed his full length in, starting off with slow strokes. "Fuck mami, you're squeezing me so tight" You arched your back a little more and relaxed. He starts moving quicker and palms the fat of your ass.

Connie props one of your legs on the counter and smacks your ass. "f-fuck connie oh!" hearing you get louder, not caring if anyone could hear you, only riled him up more. He snaked his hand around your throat pulling your head up more so you could see what a mess he made of you. Your lip liner gone, mascara smeared on your damp bottom eyelashes, and a fucked out expression. Connie thought you looked perfect.

"Y-yes mami, take all t-this dick" you hear him stutter his calm demeanor fading away as he fucks into you at an unruly pace. "Ah! Con so good. i-it's so big" He smacks your ass again and continues fucking you.

He pulls out and you pout feeling empty "Calmate princesa." calm down princess He chuckles and flips you on your back then he pulls your hips closer to him. He pushes back into you, not wasting any time. Connie pushes your legs back a little more "Keep 'em right there ma." You hold the back of your knees with your hands, feeling connie's tip hit all the right places, Connie places a heavy hand on your lower stomach and he presses down. "a-ah con please! it feels soo good." You and Connie both feel yourselves about to cum.

"Con 'm about to cum! ah please Connie!" You can feel your thighs starting to shake, "g-go ahead mami, fuck you're so perfect. m-make a mess all over me." Connie rubs on your sensitive bud and keeps fucking you deep. You can feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and your vision turns white. "Ah! Connie fuck 'm cumming!" You yell, "f-fuck me too ma." You notice his voice falter and crack at the end, he sounds so angelic. He pulls out and hot, white, ropes coat your tummy.

Connie begins wiping off your stomach and he leans in to kiss you, but he sees something in the corner of his eye, almost like a, figure. "Shit" Connie says blankly, putting his pants back on. You scramble to put your clothes back on and turn to see Eren standing there looking pissed.

"what.. what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

Whew chileeeee. y'all did I at least nibble or what 👀 but lmk if I should make this multiple parts, also give me title ideas!! lmk if y'all want to be tagged in the next parts! love u all nd I hope y'all had as much fun reading as I had writing this! (watch nb read ts #embarrasing 😰)

- with lots of love, gabrielle <3

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delusional-day-dreamer · 11 months ago

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U My Everything - p.b

‣ paige x grumpy reader: part two here!

‣ wc: 3178

‣‣ synopsis: paige's harmless joke is taken a little too personally by her sensitive and grumpy girlfriend; slight angst? but very fluffy by the end! (the song is most relevant for the end part of the fic as it's inspired by KK's 05/31/24 live, can u tell I live for uconn lives?)

‣‣‣ a/n: I'M SORRY, i know y'all chose emily in the poll but I alr finished this one and I've promised myself I would try to release at least one fic a day; emily's will be out very very soon, writing smut for the first time is just very nerve wracking lmao. this is lightly based off the, good morning gorgeous, tiktok trend going around rn; Also, I'm so sorry for the amount of times I use y'all, like, literally, and really because I try to make my dialogue and what not as realistic as possible, but as a Southern Californian they're literally engraved into my vocabulary 😭😭.

Rolling over in bed half-conscious, your arms reach out, patting around the bed in an attempt to locate your girlfriend's warmth without having to open your eyes. However, to your sheer disappointment, your fingers are met with cold, rumpled sheets on Paige's side of the bed.

Now fully conscious with confusion as to how your girlfriend managed to slip from bed without you realizing, the pounding in your head became all the more severe as you sat up in bed, frustrated that the one person who could comfort you simply with their presence was nowhere to be found.

With your right hand massaging the temple, attempting to soothe the deep ache that had settled into the front portion of your head, your left hand blindly felt around your nightstand for your phone, knowing Paige wouldn't have left you alone in bed without so much as a simple text message. But to your surprise, her name was absent from your list of notifications.

Even more annoyed than before, you forced yourself out of her bed, stumbling your way to her adjacent bathroom, wincing at the sudden intrusion that was fluorescent lighting. By the time you began brushing your teeth, you heard the front door open, hearing Paige call your name as she entered the dorm.

"Bathroom," you yelled out to her, despite your head screaming at you to shut up and crawl back under the safety of Paige's comforter.

"Hey baby," Paige greeted as she entered the bathroom while you spit toothpaste into the sink, coming up behind you to hug your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. As you stood back up to meet her gaze in the mirror's reflection, you saw her tuck her bottom lip into her mouth, clearly trying to hide her shit-eating grin.

"Well don't you look... interesting this morning," she teased, the sarcasm apparent in her low voice. You knew her mocking was all in good fun, the two of you often poking fun at each other for little things. But perhaps it was the headache still waging war in your skull, or the final three midterms you had to take later today, or your remanent annoyance at having to wake up alone, despite her knowing your favorite part of the day was waking up, warm and all loved up in her arms, or perhaps it was the fact that looking in the mirror, you genuinely looked wrecked this morning.

Your curly hair was reduced to nothing but a puff of frizz overnight, sticking out in all directions, your eyebags particularly prominent this morning, combined with the pesky anxiety breakout that had settled into your forehead a few days prior, you just couldn't handle her jokes today.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out Paige," you shot back, setting your toothbrush back in its cup holder, exiting her hold to wipe your hands on the small towel before pushing past her to get dressed in her room.

Paige followed close behind you, curious as to why you were giving her so much attitude so early in the day, especially over such a harmless statement.

"What's up with you, this is the first time I've even seen you this morning," She questioned from her seat on the unmade bed as you began changing your clothes with your back facing her, which was another thing that struck out to her as odd. After dating for over a year now, the two of you were incredibly comfortable with each other, and it was rare for you to completely turn your back on her, even when changing.

"Nothing, I'm just not in the mood today," you grumbled, tugging your, her, sweatshirt over your head. Heading over to her floor length mirror with your makeup bag and necessary hair products in hand, you settle down on the floor in front of it, convinced to improve your appearance a bit before you head off to your exams today. Still ignoring Paige's presence in the room, you began getting ready.

Hearing her scoff as you started applying your makeup, she got up and began making the bed, intent on ignoring your bratty mood until you fixed it. You knew you were being petty and acting bitchy to your girlfriend, who had technically done nothing wrong, you just couldn't force yourself to drop the attitude. By the time you finished your makeup and smoothed out your slickback, you managed to go the entire twenty minutes without so much as looking at your girlfriend through the mirror, who had now perched herself on her side of the bed, scrolling mindlessly on her phone.

Your headache hadn't subsided yet, but now that you were more awake, you had gotten used to the throbbing sensation. Making your way over to your side of her bed, you collected your phone, headphones, watch, school bag, and other items from your nightstand and around the area to get ready to leave.

"Your heading out already? You still have over an hour before your first class," Paige finally addressed you, putting her phone in her lap to look at you as you packed your things.

"Yeah I'm gonna head to the library early so I can review before my first midterm," You answered, speaking to her normally for the first time in the last hour she had returned.

"But what about breakfast, you're not gonna be able to concentrate and stuff when you're all hangry," she said, only slightly teasing you with her statement.

"I'll just grab something to eat from the coffee shop next to the library, I was gonna stop by and get matcha from there anyways," you responded, a small part inside of you glad that despite your attitude, Paige made sure that you were well taken care of.

"Dude I still don't understand how you drink that stuff, tastes like straight grass," she had dropped her concern and switched back to joking, her automatic setting. "But I guess it's fitting," she continued, "cause yk, cows just love their grass," she sighed, holding back her laughter at what she thought was a brilliant joke.

In her defense, if it was any other morning, you would've joined in on her teasing, either mooing at her in response or poking fun at her in return.

But today, it just ticked you off even further. I mean, you were clearly already in a bad mood, stressed the fuck out, hangry (but Paige didn't need to know she was right), and the sharp pressure in your head was only getting worse. Plus, Paige had already easily finished off her midterm exams two days prior, which meant she didn't truly understand why you were so worked up over your exams. And the worst part, your bloating and exhaustion really did make you feel a little bit like a cow.

“P I'm just not in the mood to deal with you right now," you sighed, exasperation laced in your tone. "I already feel bad enough this morning, I can't handle you piling more onto my plate, I'll see you later," you barely even said goodbye to her properly as you gathered your stuff, put on your shoes, and left her dorm.

The second you closed her door behind you, you could feel the pit forming in your stomach, full of regret and shame. You knew it was unfair to be so rude to Paige when she was just trying to lighten your mood, but your anxiety always caused you to last out at anyone who tried to help you. You made a mental note while walking to your favorite coffee shop to apologize and make it up to her when you saw her in the evening, after the stress from midterm week had diffused and your raging headache calmed down.

***SMALL TIME SKIP***

You were flipping through your study notes and flashcards while listening to one of Paige's playlist on the lowest volume possible when you saw your phone screen light up from next to you. Deciding it would be good to take a quick thirty second break, you reach for your phone and matcha latte at the same time, clicking on the text message you received from Paige.

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From P 💜:

I'm so sorry for making fun of you this morning baby, I know you're stressed about your tests today and I had no intentions of making you feel worse with my jokes, I just wanted to cheer you up a bit because I know how bad your anxiety can get. Good luck on your test today killer, i love you 🤍.

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Shit, now you really felt bad for snapping at her earlier today. All remnants of your misplaced anger had long since disappeared, now replaced with embarrassment. She was right, your anxiety was hitting you hard today, but that was no excuse for bitching out your girlfriend just for trying to improve your mood. You quickly hearted her message and began typing out a short response, as you knew you needed to apologize in-person for your behaviour.

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To P 💜:

Thank you so much P, I'll see you later tonight baby. I love you too 🤍

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***SMALL TIME SKIP***

You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally reached the floor of Paige's dorm room, exhausted from your long and mentally tiring day of midterms, but you were finally done, your headache was finally gone, and you now had the weekend to relax and spend time with your girlfriend.

As you reached for your keys in your pocket, you heard the loud commotion of voices that you recognized to be KK, Aubrey, Sarah, Allie, and Paige in the living room. It wasn't uncommon for the girls to be over, as the team always spent hung out together outside of practice, and since you started spending more time at Paige's dorm, you had quickly stocked her near bare kitchen full of snacks, baked goods, and home-cooked meals the girls loved to steal.

You entered the living room greeting everyone as you took off your shoes, making a beeline straight to where Paige was sitting on the couch. You stood in between the space of her legs, wrapping your free arm around her shoulders to lean down and plant a kiss on the top of her head.

"Hey P," you spoke softly, looking down at the small smile that had settled on her face.

"Hey yourself, how were you midterms? Today was your last day right?" She questioned as her fingertips began running up and down the back of your legging covered thigh.

"They were fine, I think I did good on majority of them. My math midterm was a little shaky, but not too bad yk?" You answered her quietly, afraid to pop the little bubble of peace you two had created around yourselves among the chaos of the living room's occupants.

"I," you began, as your hand had made its way to the front of her face as you pushed back a small piece of hair that had escaped out of her bun. "Will you come in the room with me real quick?" You asked her, practically whispering at this point.

"Yeah of course baby," she answered quickly, letting her hand travel up your body to rest at the small of your back as she stood up, leading you past everyone to her bedroom.

"We'll be right back," she announced to the group as the two of walked by. "Oooo, Paige is in trouble," KK sang out as the two of you reached her closed room door, Paige still standing behind you. She turned the knob quickly, gently pushing you into the room first as she turned around to stick her tongue out at KK before she closed the door.

By the time she turned around from the door to face you, she barely had a moment to adjust to your body barreling into her, as you had already dropped your bag off next to her desk. She quickly wrapped her arms around you, being able to sense that you just needed to be held for a minute before speaking.

She lightly rubbed your back and shoulders with her hands, knowing exactly what it was that immediately calmed you down. You stayed silent in her comforting embrace for a few more minutes, having craved her touch all day when you were around campus.

"I'm sorry," you finally spoke up, unburying your head from her chest to look her in the eyes. "I was really rude to you for no reason this morning. My headache when I woke up and all the stress I had was completely unrelated to you, but I still ended up taking it out on you," you sighed before continuing, "I really appreciate the fact that you were trying to cheer me up this morning, even though I was being a total bitch. And you are never a burden or someone who adds more onto my plate, I love you and I'm so sorry I said that to you, I would never want you to feel that way and-" as your eyes began to well up with tears, the last of your apology was cut off by Paige.

"Hey hey it's okay baby," she pulled you slightly away from her as the tears began flowing from your eyes. "I know you," she maintained eye contact as she reassured you, "And I know you would never act like that normally, you are not a bitch. You were just stressed out and not feeling well. I understand, and I promise I'm not mad at you at all," her right hand moved up from your back to your face, wiping the tears streaming down your face.

"Thank you P, I have no idea what I would do without you," you sniffled lightly, your hand coming up to wipe your face as well. "I love you so much, you have no idea," you professed.

"I love you too y/n/n," she whispered as her hands wrapping around your waist as she pulled you into her, leaning down slightly to kiss you. Your hands flew up the moment your lips connected, one cradling her jaw while the other rested on the base of her neck. The kiss was slow and languid, an apology met with forgiveness as your lips moved together.

The loud rumbling of your stomach, interrupted your sweet moment with Paige, forcing the two of you to separate as a giggle slipped out of her.

"Didn't realize a small kiss made you that hungry for me," she smiled, now at peace knowing that you were no longer upset. "Shut up," you smiled back, lightly hitting her chest as you broke away from her. "I am for real hungry though, but I need to shower first," you told her as you moved around the room, grabbing your towel and a fresh pair of pajamas to change into.

"I'm pretty sure Aubrey is ordering Domino's so I'll tell her to add in something for you, and it'll probably be here by the time you get out," she kissed your cheek as you went to exit the room, heading for a quick shower as she remained in her room.

***SMALL TIME SKIP***

As you entered the living room, curls freshly washed, a soft pair of Paige's sweatpants resting low on your hips, and a small off the shoulder sweatshirt over your sleep tank top, you witness KK showing her tik tok live her "hips dance", if it could even be referred to as that.

"Oh wow," Paige commented dryly at the sight while getting up from the couch so she could grab her laptop from the kitchen counter. You moved past her to Aubrey's desk, grabbing a piece of garlic knots from the Domino's box she left partially open (i don't think she actually bought any but I'm craving them so i added it in here). You rested your hip against the table, waving at the live while KK queued up Sexyy Red on her Siri.

Everyone knew you and Paige were a couple, when Paige accidentally hard-launched you by posting a cute couples pic on her main instagram story instead of her close friends. But since then, the two of you kept a private but not secret relationship, very occasionally posting together, but fans often saw candids of the two of you on dates or together in the team's lives or other events.

You licked the remaining cheese and butter off your fingers as you watched Paige, KK, and Aubrey dance in front of the camera to "U My Everything", smiling at their so-called dance moves, especially Paige's.

"Man we go together tell them hoes we go together," Paige sang, before doing her little "attitude now walk" move, making you double over with laughter at her with the other two girls.

You scratched the back of your neck as you continued to watch the girls mess around, too tired from your day to join them, but content just from watching them. As the second chorus approached, Paige walked up to your leaned figure on the desk, grabbing your bare waist and pulling you into her as she sang.

"Bae, I love you, you my everything, I'm your main bitch, fuck a wedding ring," you laughed at her awful singing, but you couldn't deny the blush that rose to your cheeks at the thought of her singing you the lyrics while very clearly in the live's frame. "We both in fast cars and we switchin' lanes, when I'm away from you, you always on my brain," she continued, adding in her sassy facial expressions with the corresponding lyrics.

You couldn't help but laugh at her actions, the pure giddiness coursing through your veins was a complete 180 from your mood this morning, and you couldn't help but think there was nowhere that would make you happier than in her arms.

Thank you for reading all the way through! The recent support has been crazy and I appreciate all of you! Should I make a part two to this with smut so r can properly apologize to p.... 😏😏😏

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jennwritesf1 · 1 month ago

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i sleep so i can see you | isack hadjar

requested? : yes! based on this request

summary : isack hadn’t been sleeping well, and it finally catches up to him during a race weekend, where he finds himself falling asleep anywhere you are.

disclaimers : second pov (you/your); fluff; google translated french; slightly suggestive (if you squint), not proofread

word count : 1.8k

a/n : thanks for the request! hope this lives up to what you were wanting! I did change it up just a bit, but I think it still has what you were requesting! <3

Isacks world was full of constant noise. Noise from the media. Noise from the paddock. It was just something that came with the profession, something he had to constantly deal with. Continuous noise.

Which is why he cherished the quiet moments he spent with you. When the sun had set and the city had fallen quiet. When even shared whispers seemed too loud and hushed laughs echoed in the silence. Being wrapped in your arms, listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart, was all Isack needed. You were all he needed.

That’s how you found yourself now, in Isacks hotel room with his head tucked under your chin and arms wrapped securely around your waist. It was late, far too late for him to still be awake on a race weekend, but the longer he laid in your arms, wrapped in the quiet comfort of your embrace, the wider awake he found himself.

“You’re still awake?” You mumbled, half asleep yourself. You mindlessly brought a hand up to brush through the back of his short curls, a small smile making its way to your lips as you felt his body relax impossibly closer to your. Isack only hummed in response, causing you to sigh as you turned over to read the clock, 1:34am.

“Isack, love, you have to get in the car tomorrow,” you said, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes. The room was dark, only a faint stream of purple light flooding in through the crack in the curtains. “Talk to me,” you added in a quieter voice, “I don’t want you driving while sleep deprived.”

Isack took a moment to answer, hesitation written all over his face. “Just jet lagged,” he said after a few seconds, burying his head back in your neck before you were able to respond. “I’m going to sleep,” he added, although the words came out muffled.

You adjusted slightly, and then began to run your hand up and down his back in slow, soothing motions. You could tell there was more running through his mind than just jet lag, but you weren’t going to push if he wasn’t ready to share.

“I love you,” you whispered again after a few minutes, and you felt his arms tighten just slightly around your waist.

“je t’aime (i love you)” he mumbled, voice much quieter than it was before. Before too long, you felt his breathing slow, becoming short, shallow breaths, and his grip loosened, signaling he had finally fallen asleep.

When the morning came, Isack found himself hurriedly getting ready because he had slept in. Sleep was still etched on his face as you two made your way to the track, and even though it was a short ten minute drive from the hotel to the paddock, Isack still managed to fall asleep.

His head lulled on your shoulder, and his hand was intertwined with yours. His warm breath fanned against your neck, and his trainer, who was sat in the front of the car, made sure to grab a few pictures to later use to poke fun at him.

If you thought the car ride was all, you’d be wrong. After Isack attended to his morning media duties and practice debrief, he was quick to locate you in the teams hospitality, and drug you off to his drivers room.

“Isack, you can’t nap,” you said with a laugh once he told you why he was dragging you away. “You have to get in the car in like, an hour,” you added, but that fell onto deaf ears as he shut the door behind you. “This is just going to make you more tired.”

“I don’t care, I’m tired now,” he said, pulling you down onto the rather small sofa, which you knew neither of you were going to be able to get comfortable on. Immediately his arms found your waist and his body was pressed to yours. With some slight adjustments, you were able to get into a semi-comfortable position.

“Isack, this looks so bad,” you said after a moment, a small laugh bubbling out of your lips. He lifted his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “We disappeared into your drivers room, for nearly an hour,” you said, raising your eyebrows.

It took him a second to get what you were implying, but you could tell when he did. His eyes slightly widened, and heat rushed to his cheeks. He shook his head, the corners of his lips curving up. “I mean, I’m not opposed,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

You only laughed, shaking your head. “I changed my mind, go to sleep,” you said, causing him to laugh as well. You didn’t have to tell him twice though, because just a few minutes later his body had relaxed completely against yours. Despite the blinding lights that you were unable to turn off, you had been able to nod off as well.

Although not for long, a loud pounding on his drivers room door startled both of you awake, Isack nearly falling off of the sofa completely.

“You locked your door too?” You asked, sleepily shaking your head with a laugh. “They’re never going to let me near you.”

“Oh hush,” he said, running a hand through his hair and pulling his jacket back on before opening the door to reveal his race engineer, Pierre Hamelin, who had a very unamused look on his face.

“Espèce d'idiot(you idiot)! Where have you been? FP1 starts in ten minutes!” He scolded, pointing a very annoyed finger at your boyfriend, who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. It was only then his eyes land on you behind Isack, gathering both his and your things. “Oh,” was all Pierre said, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Isack looked back at you, then back to his engineer, a look of panic on his face as he realized you were right with what people would assume had happened. You could only chuckle as he scrambled to try and explain it wasn’t what it looked like, but you could tell no amount of explaining was convincing Pierre.

“Get changed for FP1, then after that you’re banned from your drivers room,” Pierre said after a moment, shaking his head as he glanced back to you again.

“You, out,” he said, pointing from you to the garage behind him. His voice was stern, but there was no real malice behind his eyes, he was just trying to get Isack to get in the car with no distractions.

“Yes sir,” you said with a small salute. You gave Isack a quick kiss in passing before making your way out of the room and into the garage.

If you thought banning him from his drivers room would stop him from falling asleep, you’d be wrong again.

After the practice session and media duties, Isack once again located you, this time in the back of the garage, chatting with a few of the engineers. You were sat up on one of the counters, and Isack was quick to join you.

He was never big on pda, but you could see the tired look in his eyes, so it didn’t shock you when he laced his hand with yours and let his head fall on your shoulder.

The garage was loud, and the lights blared in his face, but your voice grounded him. He let his eyes close, focusing solely on your voice as you talked about the restaurant the two of you had ate at last night, and before he knew it everything else had faded and he’d fallen asleep yet again.

You hadn’t realized at first, until the two engineers you were talking to began to laugh, pulling out their phones to take blackmail pictures.

You just smiled, leaning your head on his. How he had managed to fall asleep in the middle of the garage you weren’t quite sure, but as long as he was content, so were you.

He was able to nap a bit longer, but was eventually woken up for debriefs and FP2. By the end of the day, he was rushing you out of the paddock, hand laced with yours as he drug you to the car.

You had half expected him to fall asleep in the car again, but he hadn’t. By the time you guys got up to your shared hotel room, you were now the one with tired eyes and slow movement.

You made quick work of your night routine, skin care, brushing your teeth, and changing into pajamas, before joining Isack in bed.

A content sigh left your lips as his arms wrapped around you, his head resting on top of yours. You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw before relaxing further against him.

“Let’s actually sleep tonight, yeah?” You mumbled, eyes already closing. Isack began rubbing small, soothing, circles against your waist, humming in agreement.

“je t’aime,” he whispered, to which you were quick to whisper back. After that he fell silent, pulling you just slightly closer as he too closed his eyes, trying his hardest to fall asleep. A few minutes of silence passed, only the quiet hums of cars outside and your breathing filled the air.

With you in his arms, Isack felt content. The worries that flooded his mind last night was long forgotten, instead filled with just you. The warmth of your skin on his, your shallow breathing that fanned against his next, the feeling of your arms around him, it was comforting to him.

A few more minutes passed, and then-

“Love?” Isack said, his hushed voice drawing you from near sleep.

“Hm?” You hummed, not bothering to move or open your eyes. You were way too comfortable in your current spot.

“I can’t sleep.”

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7ndipity · 1 year ago

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“Eyes On Me”

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: When you visit Yoongi on the set of the Haegeum music video, you realize you might have a slight thing for his Agust D persona.

Word Count: just under 1.7k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, Dom Yoongi, light degradation, slight mirror sex, mentions of voyeurism, unprotected sex(pls don’t do this), swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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You were practically vibrating with excitement as your car pulled up to the filming location. Usually, Yoongi liked to keep a certain level of separation between his work life and you, but since he was going to be filming as his Agust D persona, which he knew you had a more than slight obsession with, he’d asked if you wanted to join him on the trip to Thailand.

Naturally, you’d agreed immediately, loving any opportunity to show your support for him, and also knowing, whether he admitted it or not, that he was slightly nervous about being without any of the other members. Plus, there was no way you were about to pass up the opportunity to see him as his alter ego in real life.

As you climbed out of the car, you were greeted by one of his staff members, who then led you through the building to where they were currently filming.

Through the crowd of crew members, you managed to catch sight of him as he was talking with the director, clad in a patterned shirt and dark jeans, the necklaces around his neck catching the light as he moved, his hair, which you’d developed an obsession with since he started growing it out longer, was styled in a gorgeous mess of tousled waves.

You’d have to remember to thank his styling team later, his look exuded the perfect balance of casual, edgy sexiness, leaving you unable to tear your gaze away.

As you stared at him, he happened to look up and catch sight of you, his eyes lighting up as he sent you a tiny smile and wave, but before you could greet each other any further, the director called action and suddenly your Yoongi seemed to disappear.

As soon as the song started to play, Yoongi’s lips curled into a cocky smirk as he danced around the room, rapping along perfectly with the backing track. As he spun away from the camera, he shot you a quick glance, giving you a sly wink that made your thighs clench involuntarily.

You tried to ignore the stirring heat in your lower belly, but as they continued to film, you became embarrassingly aware of the growing wetness between your legs.

You couldn’t believe you were this turned on from just watching him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him perform before, but something about seeing him like this, with that over-confident swagger and wicked gleam in his eye, had you squirming in your seat to try and subtly alleviate the growing need in your aching core.

After what felt like hours, they finally called for a break, giving Yoongi(and you) time to rest while they reset the cameras for the next shot.

Yoongi immediately made a beeline for you, a sly smile teasing up the corners of his mouth as he looped his arms around your waist in a quick hug.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked, pecking your cheek.

“Mhm.” You nodded, suddenly feeling shy for some reason.

He looked at you quizzically. “You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, why?” You replied innocently.

“Your face is red.” He said, smirking at you.

You looked down, flustered.

He leaned in close enough that no one else could overhear him.

“You know, you’re really not as subtle as you think you are.” He murmured against your ear. “I saw the way you kept staring at me. Care to share what you were thinking about?”

You shivered slightly as his fingers traced along your waist teasingly.

“You just looked really hot.” You admitted.

“Yeah? You like this?” He teased as he pulled back, gesturing to his outfit.

“Mhm.” You nodded, eyes following the way his hands caught hold of one of his necklaces.

“You should see what they’ve got me in later, a full suit with my hair slicked back.” He said in a low voice.

“I like you like this.” You whispered, catching hold of the edge of his shirt as you stared up at him, desperate need clear in your eyes, causing his gaze to darken.

He caught hold of your hand, pulling you along behind him as subtly as possible through the building til he found the spare room that was being used for wardrobe and makeup, which was mercifully empty of staff at the moment.

He quickly tugged you inside, pressing you up against the wall as he kissed you hungerly, his mouth hot and demanding, not at all like his normal gentle touch.

“I only have ten minutes, so you better behave.” He said, pulling back to stare you down with lust blown eyes, grinding his growing erection against your clothed core and causing you to let out a soft whimper.

A flicker of movement in your peripheral caught your attention, drawing your eyes to the full length mirror in the corner of the room, showing off the way Yoongi had you caged in with his body.

Yoongi noticed your gaze and glanced up, his earlier smirk returning.

“Well, isn’t this convenient?” He purred in your ear, pulling you forward and spinning you so you were now in front of the mirror, your back to his chest. “This way you can still watch me, since you like that so much.”

Without breaking eye contact with you in the mirror, he slipped a hand down your front of your pants, teasing you over your underwear, feeling the growing damp patch on the fabric.

“So fucking wet already.” He growled in your ear. “Did seeing me like this really turn you that much?”

“You always make me like this.” You breathed, your eyes fluttering closed as you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

“Ah-ah.” He caught your jaw with his free hand, drawing your gaze back to the mirror. “Eyes on me, understand? You look away, you don’t get to cum. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” You whispered, feeling a shiver run through your body as you met his gaze in the reflection.

“Sir?” He raised a brow at you in amusement. “Shit, you really are gone for me today, aren’t you?”

Heat flooded your face, but you didn’t deny it, bucking against his hand fruitlessly. “Please.”

He removed his hand from you, making quick work of both of your pants before bending you over, barely teasing the tip of his cock between your folds before thrusting into you without warning, making you let out a small yelp, which Yoongi quickly muffled with a hand over your mouth.

“Careful, Doll, wouldn’t want anyone to hear what we’re doing in here, right?” He mocked as he bottomed out, not giving you time to adjust before drawing his hips back and trusting into you again, quickly setting a harsh pace as your hands shot out to brace against the mirror.

“Or maybe you would like that? Hmm? Want everyone to know what a little slut you are for me?” He adjusted his hold on you, deepening the angle of his thrusts and making you let out another low whine, mouth hanging open in pleasure.

“Such a slutty cunt, just couldn’t fucking wait to be filled, huh?” He grunted, watching the way you fell apart so easily on his cock.

Your hands clutched uselessly at the smooth surface of the mirror for stability, trying to hold yourself up as Yoongi continued to pound into you.

“Y-yoongi.” You whimpered, fighting to keep your eyes open and fixed on him.

“Hmm?” He cocked his head at you. “What is it, Baby?”

“Wanna cum, please.” You pleaded.

“Yeah?” He leaned over you, never slowing his thursts as his hand came back down to find your clit, rubbing harsh circles over the little bundle of nerves and making you shake in his hold.

“Cum.” He commanded.

Almost instantly, your orgasm crashed over you, biting your lip to keep from screaming out his name as you threw your head back.

Taking the opportunity, Yoongi latched onto your neck, sucking and biting at the skin and dragging out your release, causing your walls to spasm around him uncontrollably.

“Fuck.” Unable to hold back anymore, he thrusted harshly into you, his hips losing their rhythm as your clenching heat sucked him in, his cock pulsing as he coated your insides with his release.

“Fuck.” He repeated shakily, stilling deep inside of you as he leaned his forehead against your back, trying to catch his breath before pressing a kiss to your skin. “You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

You laughed shakily, still staring at his slightly fucked-out image in the mirror.

He pulled out, quickly tugging your underwear back into place before anything could escape.

”Keep that in for me, yeah?” He said low in your ear, resting his hand over your abused cunt. “We can’t be making a mess of the set, can we?”

You shook your head, wobbling slightly as you tried to turn to face him, Yoongi’s hands instantly shooting out to steady you.

Just as suddenly as it had appeared earlier, the dark glint in his eyes faded, leaving only the gentle sweetness of your Yoongi staring back at you as he held onto you.

“You alright?” He asked gently.

You nodded. “Just need a minute.” You admitted with another quiet laugh, making him smile in relief before pressing his lips to yours, this time so much softer and full of love.

There was a sudden knock at the door, making you both jump back slightly.

“Yoongi? We’re ready for you on set.”

“Be right there.” He called, never taking his eyes off of you.

He pressed another gentle kiss to your lips before leading you over to sit in one of the makeup chairs.

“You rest, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Okay?”

“Okay.” You replied, watching as he tidied himself up before heading for the door. “Hey.”

He paused, looking back at you questioningly. “Yeah?”

“Do you think they’ll let you keep that outfit?” You asked with a grin.

He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ll ask.”

“Thank you.” You beamed.

He slipped out the door, mumbling something about “ridiculous”, but you didn’t pay it any mind.

He did keep the outfit though.

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bluerosefox · 1 year ago

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A Fair Warning

It was only a matter of time, and a long awaited and well deserved comeuppance, when Joker tried to hurt the wrong person or people.

Not everyone was going to play his games like 'Batsy' does. Not everyone will hesitate or let him live should he put his hands on someone to hurt them. Not everyone will believe Arkham could 'fix' him, he just needed more time and help.

No.

This time Joker bit off more than he could chew when he kidnapped the newly hired Arkham psychiatrist Jasmine Fenton (and he had plans, so many plans, for her. With her mixture of Harley's mind and her looks matching Gordon's daughter would sure to cause some chaos and pain in memories) and the girl's visiting sister Danielle 'Ellie' (and did he laugh when he noticed the 'Wayne' adoptive looks the girl had, on the fun he'll have, maybe he'll beat her the way he beat the second Robin just for funzie's, it'll no doubt upset Batman) from Jasmine's apartment.

He had plans to keep the Bats guessing where he was and by the time they reach him it'll be far to late for them to save either of the two girls, he had just sent the little video he taped to the Bats and the police to get the ball rolling...

So...

So why did a shiver run down his spine for the first time in years when they both looked unafraid (it was their eyes that made him shiver, a look of already dead yet somehow alive, something he never seen before. He's seen the light fade from people's eyes before yes, he's even laughed as he watch people desperately cling onto life only for it to fade into nothing as they took a final breath but never have he seen someone, something alive yet dead at the same time before. It, their eyes, held a natural yet unnatural sense as they stared at him, stared at everything that made him Joker and it unnerved him), honestly they looked very bored, and one of them (the youngest of the two, and the one with more of the look of death than life in their eyes) said with a chill tune in their tone.

"Last chance to back out of this Freakshows Reject. You wont like what'll be waiting for you."

The tone alone was enough to send another bone deep chill down Joker's spine.

But instead of listening to his natural instincts, the deep inkling of run blaring at him, Joker merely placed a grin on his face, ignoring the strain he felt from doing so, and said as nastily as he could in order to scare the two girls (BOTH OF THEM STILL LOOKED BORED WITH HIM?!?! Not even a twitch of fear!)

"OH? And pray tell what is awaiting little ol' me hum?"

His mocking question got a wide feral grin from the smaller girl, a grin with sharp teeth and iris eyes beginning to bleed slowly from sky blue to neon green with each second he stared at her and he barely stopped himself from jumping in his spot when Jasmine answered his question.

"Your end."

-x-x-

By the time the Bats get to the warehouse Joker had taken Dr. Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton and Danielle 'Ellie' Fenton they were prepared for anything and everything to go wrong. As much as they held the tiniest bit of hope that the two young women were still okay they knew better than to really do, this was the Joker that had them after all.

They had manged to narrow down his location much quicker than normal when they gotten Joker's first video and his little 'game' he was setting the Bats on, most locations he gave them were going to be red herrings or traps to keep them busy and it would had worked. Batman and the others would had been searching for hours for even a hint of the clue of where the Joker and his hostages were actually being kept.

It was nearly, not really, a shame all of Joker's plans went to waste when Red Hood had stumbled onto something when scooping out Jasmine's apartment with Red Robin.

You see, not only were they looking for clues at first but something about the apartment Jasmine rented seemed off, Red Robin noticed it first and called in back up encase there was more to oldest Fenton than what they could dig up (oldest daughter of Dr's. Jackson and Madeline Fenton, grew up in a small Illinois town, straight A student and a goal to become a psychologist, has two younger siblings, etc etc) and their suspension raised up more when the moment Red Hood entered the apartment and seemed to freeze for a moment.

Red Hood couldn't really explain it but he said it felt like something was... strange. Not evil bad danger strange but it felt familiar? Like he was a kid again on the streets and had walked into someone else's territory but knew the person wouldn't be too much of a hardass about it as long as he didn't stur up trouble or disrespect. A kind of... as long as you don't fuck around you won't find out feeling.

It was because of this feeling that Jason had manged to stumble across something in the room, his instincts telling him there was more to it, and they had discovered a clunky old custom PDA hidden away in a false floorboard in the office room. Thankfully Red Robin, was there in person because the old thing apparently had a rather ingenious firewall to keep others (aka Hackers) OUT but it did nothing against someone who held the main thing.

But still it took Red Robin almost frying the damn thing to get to open up, turns out the ghost and star stickers on the PDA was a rather large hint of the pass code. Once Red Robin was in the PDA he noticed some rather interesting files, one of them labeled "Gremlin Tracking" with a tiny green blob with red eyes and a green outlined star as the icons.

Curiosity taking a hold on the most curious of the Bats he opened it up, hoping it would need another password, and watched as the screen split into two maps, one was... strange, there was no land marks or anything but the star icon seemed to be right in the middle of wherever it was and the only hint of anything was the name "baby brother" and the map labeled as IR.

The other one showed an above map of Gotham, before zooming into the city, heading towards some abandoned warehouses Red Robin knew of and stopped right at one. This was the green blob icon, the short abbreviation for Gotham in the corner of the map, and the name for the icon was 'baby sister'

Red Robin immediately got onto coms to tell the others of what apparently was a tracker for Jasmine's younger siblings. Some questioned why the young woman had trackers on her siblings, though some of the others snarked back that "oh didn't know keeping trackers on each other wasn't normal. Mind if I loose the one you got on me than?"

After a quick sweep into the warehouses camera feeds, the very few up that could be accessed, done by Oracle they quickly discovered that yes the tracking on the younger girl of the two, Danielle Fenton, was correct and that was where they and Joker were at.

Despite this, Batman decided that in order to make sure Joker didn't have suspicion that they already know his actual location he made sure to send a few of the others to the fake locations.

So here they were now, staking out the warehouse where they could see a few of the Jokers goons walking around and looking for a way into the building without alerting any of them. As they talked low into coms, Robin mentioning a possible way in for Red Robin by how small it was, Red Robin hissing back a "just because you got a growth spurt doesn't mean you can poke fun at my height you little-"

"Wait!" Red Hood suddenly hissed shouted, his tone startling the rest of them and they all turned their heads to him. Batman made a quick and harsh grunt as a way to say "report."

Under his helmet Jason's eyes were wide and wild. He could feel something, something huge was on the rise, like something was out of sight but the energy of it was felt.

And if Jason could feel it from his spot, the Jokers goons all felt the same thing from the way they all dropped their weapons, turned toward the warehouse and looked ready to bolt like scared animals.

Jason opened his mouth to explain but fell silent when the feeling suddenly popped. Whatever was causing the feeling was here and like the calm before the storm he could only watch as the first drop of rain fall.

The next thing they know, was the noise and the screaming.

It was inhuman, a mixture of noise and sounds to hard to explain. The closest they could explain was a thousand voices coming in all at once mixing with radio static that kept changing volume so only few words could be even hinted at, and the angry cawing of crows along with the flapping of their wings as they took flight. The noise was so bad that many who heard it nearly ripped their coms out, or covered their ears. Thankfully it only lasted a few seconds.

Then, the air itself shifted. It felt like the coldest of winter nights and bone chilling shivers ran down their bodies for a moment. The air was suddenly that sharp cold that hurt to breathe sometimes.

The goons surrounding the warehouse fled in fear. Many scrambling to get far, far away from whatever was happening. If they felt even a fraction of what Jason could feel, he could understand. He honestly felt like a small animal cornered by a predator and there was no escape.

Then just as suddenly as it happened, everything shifted again. The noise of Gotham returned to normal, cars honking, a stray cat hissing or a dog barking, police sirens in the distance, hissing steam from a nearby factory. The air went from winter cold to a chill mid winter harbor feel now.

Once everyone registered what had just happened and not wanting to waste anymore time they bolted towards the warehouse, cautious and alert in case they needed to fight. Batman went in first, quickly making his way to the area he knew Joker would be with the Fenton sisters and wondered just what the fuck was that? Did Joker do something? Was he messing with things outside of his usual MO?!

He walked into the room and stopped.

There was nothing.

The room was in fact the room Joker had used to record his first message to them, the layout was correct and the evidence of two people who had been tied up were still there as well, ropes that weren't cut sitting on them, a lone lamp light above shining down from above no doubt to emphasize the two girls were meant to be the 'stars' of Jokers latest show. Thing was, the two weren't there despite the fact Oracle swore she could see them a few mins ago from a camera set up in the room, she would later explain that she heard the noise as well and that all her tech had glitched hard.

The only other thing in the room was, sitting innocently on one of the chairs was a green sticky note and on a tiny pillow was a tiny sickly green orb with hints of purple, white, and red swirling in it.

A note they would later read the following message written on it after carefully examining it over.

'Joker learned not to touch what is mine to protect. Sorry not sorry, but hey one less killer clown and he was warned not my fault he didn't take it seriously... The massive amount of souls wanting to rip apart the Joker's soul into nothing was quite a sight to be honest.

They were so ruthless. Best not mess with the vengeful dead am I right?

PS. I left a tiny gift for Jason Todd aka Robin Two. It's the tiniest piece of Joker's soul left over after everyone else got done. He can finish it off since he's a reverent and all, and well they need their revenge filled in order to peacefully move on later or else they'll be stuck forever in a loop of madness and revenge. So yeah. Hope he likes the gift.'

D.P.'

It took Jason less than a second after those words were spoken out to reach for the orb, ignoring the cautious and alarmed cries of the others, and could feel deep, deep, deep in his own soul the absolute pure weeping joy as he threw the orb onto the floor, the bottom shattering thus it didn't roll away and stomped hard with his reinforced boots. Crushing the broken orb into more pieces and if one listened closely they could hear the pure screaming terror that came from it.

And Jason for the first time in years felt his rage finally leave him.

#danny phantom dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #crossover #blue rambles #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #Danny is like a cryptid in this one #is he the Ghost King? Or just a very very powerful ghost that can help stabilize other ghosts into a corporal form? idk you pick #The Bats return to base only to find all data on Jazz gone #even the report on her and Danielle being kidnapped are gone #even the Joker's recording is gone #like it never happened #if they try confronting her she only smiles and says she warned him or says 'Joker who?'#The only thing they have left that's proof is the sticky note and the PDA Tim still has #when he later looks at the history and data he noticed it move #for a few mins the tracker for 'baby brother' had moved from IR to Gotham right next to 'baby sister' before returning to IR with the other #this happened right on the dot of Jason warning them to wait #I love writing the 'Joker fucked around and found out' stories tbh #any mistakes I will fix later #I still need new glasses can barely see rn

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ryo-kaikura · 13 days ago

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Yandere Male Siren x Pirate Male Reader

Tw: yandere, mentions of killing, maybe actual killing, forced abortion

Btw, you're around 180cm, you're slightly a jerk, I made siren autonomy to have both male and female genitalia in both siren form and human form, it's 18+ in more ways than one. I was also slightly horny making *that* scene (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

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You're a captain, the captain of one of the feared pirates, the black skull, but currently you're on a small boat, rowing to a beach… why? Because you're meeting a siren.

Usually, sirens are out to kill but it seems like this one isn't like the rest. He's kind, good looking and has a beautiful voice, his name's Morien.

Though truthfully his name has a slightly eerie meaning… Most parents don't truly think deeply of their children’s names especially when they even threw that children away.

I mean I don't like sirens but Morien is kind. When we first met, I was scouting for a deep enough area to dock, since I was familiar with the rocky area unlike my crew, and sending any of them would lead to their deaths. And even though I knew the area, it seems like I would've still died in a whirlpool that mysteriously showed up. In my almost unconscious state I saw a big black fish tail that seemed to gleam under the little to no sun in the area I was pulled in. I didn't even realize my foot got stuck between some rocks until the black fish tail came around and showed a hand that pulled me to the surface. While being pulled to the surface, I seem to have gone unconscious.

When I came to, a siren, with flowing dark blue hair and skin that seemed to be bathed in milk with its almost near milky white color and a fish tail that seemed like the starry night sky with dark purple and black shine and tiny sparkles as the shine reflects on it, was wrapping my injured leg with a leaf. In an instant I try to get to my sword but realize it's nowhere near me. So I prepare myself for any horror it might show to me… but after 30 minutes it seems l be struggling with the bandage.

‘How cute’ so I called out and the siren seem to be in fear while turning around. And with a squeak he said “imsorryiwaspassingbysawyoustuck *inhale* soItriedtosaveyoubutionlynowhowtobringyoutothwsurface *exhale* plsdontkillme” and you just responded with a chuckle which seems to cause him to turn red. The siren then continued “my name's Morien, what's yours?”as he tilted his head. “Mine's M/n, fishy”

“By the way, aren't sirens supposed to go in groups? Why're you all alone, fishy”

“I was thrown out of the kingdom, since I refuse to lure any humans” “but I'm also lonely since anyone that saw I was a siren would try to kill me, by the way… I put your sword next to me, since I didn't want you kill me :(´◦ω◦｀):”

After that we talked until the sun was around halfway from setting. And he gave me a bell, where I could just say the location and ring the bell and he would instantly be notified

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After month of doing like this, suddenly I felt the boat steer to the left where I saw it was filled with Rocky areas, the I saw, Morien singing? But it doesn't seem like Morien, and Morien said he was kicked out for not luring humans

FUCK!!

Those are sirens.

I quickly took control of the ship from one of my crew that had been lured and brought the ship to safety. Later that night when they came to, they were instantly apologizing for falling for a sirens trick. Of course I forgave them, seems stupid not to forgive them since I was also lured but… they don't know that.

After a few more days sailing I saw a man desperately calling for help. So I asked my crew to help him up. But as they were bringing him up, they seemed to be completely whipped by him. The man introduced me and my crew as Caelun. He has dewy light brown skin that's almost white, flowy honey colored hair and green pupils, his height around 170 cm. Though e got everyone whipped, I could care less, in fact its seem I'm excited to meet with Morien.

That night we were able to anchor the boat and I decided to meet with Morien, so I said the location to the bell and rang it before going down on one of my small boats. Unknown to me, a certain honey colored hair is following me but he's not fully human, as where his feet are supposed to be is a fish tail. Not long after, I docked my boat and saw Morien. And like always he seemed giddy to meet with me again. After talking for a while and the moon already at its peak I decided to go back but suddenly Morien suggested bringing him on the ship. I didn't know how, but somehow he was able to turn into a human. So I brought him back with me as I rowed the boat back, unknown to me, the certain honey haired boy was furious.

When I got back, I introduced him to my crew and it seemed like his height's now 175cm and his once flowing hair turned into short messy dark purple hair, after that I gave him his own room and went back to my own. Suddenly I saw Caelun wearing lingerie on my bed, I couldn't seem to look away, somehow, I got hard. Without a care in the world, I went and had fun with Caelun, we did it till morning, where he had bite marks and hickeys that all around his body, cum was still dropping from his gaping cunt that seemed to be unable to close with how long I fucked it open, I'm also praying he won't get a kid cause of this. Cause of the intense fucking we did, I let him rest.

After the refreshing night, Morien seemed to be in a pouty mood all the time.

That night, I went back to my room and saw Caelun wearing new lingerie. Feeling a little pent up, I made him ride me, but unknowingly I gave him a perfect opportunity, while he was riding me, he started singing… not long after I passed out but I still could feel him riding me. When I came to, I felt love bursting out of my heart for him. I shoved my dick till I kept pounding on his cervix which seemed to cause him to squirt endlessly. After that was finished, I started making out with Caelun kissing him and manhandling him to my liking, I kept fucking him over and over again even after r the sun has risen to its peak. After I finish Caelun looks like he's pregnant with how swollen with cum his cunt is. As I want him to be pregnant with my child I took a toy that he seemed to have brought, that is the size of a fist and plugged his cunt so while he's out and about it won't spill.

Later after discussing routes and everything else with my crew, Morien wanted to see me, he started to say how Caelun is the siren prince and how he kept luring humans. But I didn't want to hear any of it, so I reprimand Morien for slandering someone else cause of his jealousy and went back to my room and slept with Caelun.

The next morning I made Caelun do some chores on the ship but it looks like every step he took, it made him more and more stimulated till he was overstimulated and kept squirting since I did add an extra toy to tease his clit.

I soon helped him and made Morien clean after the mess.

A few weeks later, after fucking Caelun almost everyday and only cleaning his cunt after he felt sick cause of it, he was finally pregnant. So I hurriedly tried to find a suitable docking place to go and bring Caelun to his parents. After three months I was able to dock, I ordered my crew to take a months vacation and then I brought Caelun deep undersea, I was able to breathe underwater since Caelun help and used one of his singing to make me able p breath underwater.

Why is it that I wasn't shocked he was a siren and a prince, it was because the night Morien said those things, I confronted Caelun, and he told the truth but said nobody was ever kicked out for not wanting to lure humans, since it not like any humans were kicked out since they didn't want to hunt.

After that day my distrust for Morien grew. Somehow, I realized Morien was following us to the kingdom, I have to protect my baby.

Later, I brought Caelun to the king and we chatted, and I agreed to help raise Caelun’s children.

Later that week, Morien found me while I was exploring the kingdom and asked to talk. Not long after, he started singing and then I realized Caelun had caused me to hate and distrust Morien even though Morien saved me and even though the king felt like a nice person, it turns out him and Caelun had hidden motives, so wanted to leave with Morien but Morien said he had something to do.

A few days later

I went back to the kingdom after Morien didn't come up and visit me. I'm glad the spell still worked, so I went to check on Morien, just to see him get told his crimes?!! I won't stand for this.

I ready my sword and lunge at the guards, causing a commotion. I hurriedly took Morien and swam as fast as possible away from the kingdom.

But unfortunately, I was never faster than those born under the sea. After getting caught, Caelun was shocked to see I was helping Morien. He kept asking if my promise to help him raise our child was a lie. I simply told him that I would never want to raise my child with someone who mind controlled me to have a child with them.

But all Caelun said was “hah! Why would I, a prince, try mind controlling you, I don't need to try to do that, when I want something, then I will get it, anyway, I'm already pregnant with your babies, and you'll need to take care of it” while a look of disbelief and confusion was shown on his face.

Then I saw a rumbling behind me and heard Morien shout “don't disrespect him, when you have no basis, I as the second prince and successor of one of the great sea serpents shall judge the king and his son!!”

After that, Morien judged the king as someone who was unworthy of being the king and listed all the king “crimes”...

Huh…

Why did I put quotations as if I know Morien is saying baseless crimes…

Haaahhh… must've been the lingering mind control.

Soon Morien lunged at the king and pulled his heart out, seeing such a gruesome scene, Caelun passed out. Then I heard Morien asking the guards to drag the unworthy first prince to the dungeon.

Morien's POV

Son of a bitch, Caelun was able to destroy my mind control on M/n, and even though M/n didn't realize it, the one who saved him wasn't me, but Caelun, no matter, I'll just kill him and the children that bitch made with MY mate.

I went back to the kingdom that knew I was the star of destruction but didn't treat me any differently, and started my 10 year long plan. What is my 10 year long plan? Taking complete control over the kingdom. Originally I was going to be kind to the king and kill them after the king is old and dying but after I saw Caelun go outside the barrier and save a human, I fell for the human and decide to jump star my plan. So I warned Caelun that his father was searching for him but in truth, his father didn't need him for anything. I just needed a perfect time and place to start my ego.

(In my world, Ego's are ancient powers everyone has but nobody knows about this anymore since less and less people has been using their ego's because it's much easier to use magic, since if their ego's are attacked of damaged it will directly affect the users soul)

What I didn't realize was that after I sent Caelun back home, they realized that the prophecy was true, about the fact I am the star of destruction and anyway they treat me, I will end up usurping the throne but it was said that if I found the “one” My desire to destroy would disappear.

Didn't matter though, I had wanted to have the throne since I was small. When I saw that the Mermaids, a creation made by one of the ancient sea serpents, in fact were just the creation of one of the old gods' ego, trying to paint the siren kingdom black. I realized that I might be the star of destruction but not entirely on the siren kingdom, but on another kingdom instead.

Afterwards, I was just planning on killing the king so I could frame the mermaid royalty. But now, not only do I want to destroy the mermaids but I also want to get rid of the existing challenges in my way, and one of them is Caelun.

The only problem that Caelun pose Is the fact he is completely and at an entirely higher level than me in his proficiency in magic and his singing.

No matter, all I cared is that he is now completely crushed and I have M/n completely under my spell.

Currently I'm going to the dungeon, to see my elder brother in his demise.

“Wakey wakey~, brother.”

“Why are you doing this Morien, I thought you were not gonna complete the prophecy, why are you doing this”

I opened the bars and looked at Caelun's, chained to the wall, heavy belly. Every time I see this abomination, I wish to kill him.

“Hah! And here I thought you were a genius, didn't you know the signature markings on M/n are MINE. You just had to break the spell on him and get pregnant with MY mate's offspring”

“I knew it was yours but it's using that spell means I you were to order him to die he will kill himself and that's dangerous, what if someone mimics your voice”

“That's true but you need not worry, in fact, I already have it under control. Anyways, aren't you curious why you said those things in front of M/n”

“!!! What!!! You were involved with that?!!”

“hah, that funny, I'm shocked you didn't realized, didn't you taste something funny from the food I gave you before you wanted to list my crimes 😊”

“Wha-”

“I laced your food with a puppetry potion, and I forced you to say those things, just to crush all hope My Mate has for you. And now, all I need to do is get rid of those things in your stomach.”

“Wha-, no please, no.”

(Specified gruesome abortion scene, skip this paragraph if you can't handle it)

I started to gather my mana into a black ball of smoke and directly fused it with his stomach, when I saw there's barely any life in it now, I raised my foot and brought it directly on his stomach. Not long after, I saw blood gushing out of his pathetic cunt, and I saw happily as some egg sack skins and egg sack insides came pouring out. It would mean the babies are completely dead.

To make sure, there are none alive I checked using my ego. When I'm sure they're all dead I left. Unknowingly, an egg was still alive but he was able to successfully nurture it.

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A few months later, I finally married and officially mated M/n and decide to live on the surface, after completely blackening the concepts of mermaids to humans, while sometimes taking time to clean up trouble under the sea.

Though, M/n will never realize, I killed his offspring that he had with my brother nor will he realize any girl or boy that flirted with him are now on the dining tables of the sirens. I will make sure of that

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This was supposed to be like the little mermaid but if Ariel never realizes Vanessa is Ursula and even though Ariel realizes Vanessa is Ursula, Ursula still won the last battle and completely took over Prince Eric’s mind. Idk how it went like this… though because of that I switch their names, og

Caelun saves you

You fell for Caelun

Morien and his group lures your boat

You didn't fall for it

Morien turn human cause he want to know why you did get lured

Morien realize u like Caelun and went crazy

Morien mind control causing u to hate Caelun

Caelun gets killed

U and Morien had babies

Morien= Inspired by: Welsh/Celtic roots “mor” (sea) and “ien” (youth or life)(unsure about the ien for youth/life). Romantic and eerie—like a sea spirit who never ages and always takes.

Caelun= Inspired by: Latin caelum (sky/heaven) Caelun is airy, sky-linked, and peaceful—offering a celestial counterpoint to Morien’s dark oceanic lure. Air vs. abyss.

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inthelibrarybtw · 2 months ago

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you want me to pretend? | three

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, teasing, college au, smau/irl

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: I just want to thank everyone for all the love this has been getting, I love that you love them just as much as I do. Also thanks to @rafesbabygirlx for helping me decide what to do with this part.

02 | 03 | 04

Wednesday

He was shocked, to say the least. But he would be lying if he didn’t find it appealing. Also, even a bit cute that you had chosen to ask him for this out of all your friends.

“Wait, let me see if I got it right…” he paused. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend for a night?” He asked, still shocked and trying to see if you were joking. But you never joked, at least not with him.

“Yes,” he knew you weren’t joking now so he decided to take the teasing route.

“And what do I get from this?” he asked with a smirk on his face

“A free dinner?”

“Oh come on Y/N I know you can do better than that” he teased making you sigh

“I don’t know… what do you want?” you start to feel actual panic setting in. How were you supposed to convince him?

“I can think of a few things” he smirked, he was just making things difficult for fun, you didn’t find it funny.

“Why do you have to be like this?”

“It’s fun to see you annoyed” he smiled

“You are the worst”

“Hate me all you want but we both know it’s all fake or you wouldn’t be here” he had to suppress the urge to boop your nose knowing it was going to piss you off.

“I never said I hated you, you are just extremely annoying”

“I like to say I’m charming”

“Full of yourself”

“Who else am I supposed to be full of?” he lifted an eyebrow, and you sighed defeated.

“Rafe, please… I will owe you one no questions asked”

“Oh well now that you say that” he smirked again taking a few steps to get closer to you. “I might take you up on that princess” he changed his tone to a more flirty one

“You disgust me”

“Ah don’t be like that, I’m your boyfriend now” he wiggled his eyebrows. His smirk was still plastered on his face.

You felt a sense of relief at those words, he had agreed to help you.

“Thank you” you gave him a half smile

“Sure but I do have a few questions though”

“About?”

“Why did you have to look for a pretend boyfriend?”

“Long story”

“Will I ever know?”

“Maybe but not today.” you paused for a second “I’ll send you my location and let you know what I need you to do that day”

“Fine by me”

“Thank you again, really”

“Thank me after I have charmed your parents”

“Fine whatever, bye”

“Bye princess”

“Can you not?”

“You are my girlfriend now I have to be nice and sweet talk you” he smirked again, he was enjoying this a bit too much.

“Fake one, and for a night”

“Let me have my moment” You rolled your eyes and walked away.

He saw you walk away with a big smile on his face. He shook his head and chuckled to himself before going back to his practice.

Thursday

Today - Friday

You had been anxious since the moment you woke up. Kelce hadn’t shown up to statistics that day because he had gone out with Nicki according to him to end things finally. So you had been left alone to deal with Rafe on your own. Anyone would expect him to be solely focused on basketball since he was captain, but no, he truly cared for classes and his grades.

Just today he seemed a bit more chatty and you couldn’t wonder if it was because today was the day. Yes, THE day.

“So tell me, why don’t you want people to know?”

“Because I don’t. I’m not gonna tell people I had to look for a fake boyfriend because my parents pushed me to my limit”

“Ah so there is a reason, and here I thought you didn’t want to share”

“I said maybe so here I am, plus it seemed fair to tell you since you agreed to help me”

“Aw thanks” he put a hand over his chest pretending to feel touched. “So tell me more”

“My mom has been a bit worried I haven’t dated a guy in more than a year and lately she has been more pushy and all that so I lied saying I had been seeing this guy for the past two months to keep her quiet”

“And I’m guessing it didn’t work as you expected…”

“Yeah, they asked for his name and all”

“Okay wait…” he smirked “So you said my name?” You rolled your eyes and sighed. There was no point in denying it.

“Yes but only because you were texting the group chat nonstop and then to my chat so I panicked and said your name” he felt the honesty in your words but he was going to take the chance and tease you.

“No need to make excuses I feel honored that you thought of me”

“You love to have something to tease me with”

“Oh yes I do”

You kept the small talk for a bit more until it was time to work. You did all your classwork together and finished first.

“Okay so one more question, how did we meet? How did we start dating? I’m assuming they will ask questions” You turned to look at him; a sense of relief washed over you. He was going to help you.

“Yeah… let’s just say Kelce introduced us, which is the truth, and…” he cut you off

“He invited you to a game, he introduced us and we hit it off”

“Sound believable so it’s okay”

“Now hobbies, I know you like reading but like things we do together”

“Uh… watching movies, I guess I go to your games”

“That’s kind of a given, let’s say you are my lucky charm” he teases and you chuckle. You had to admit it, he was being more positive than what you had expected. Maybe the dinner wouldn’t be that horrible.

After the unexpected call, you continued with your stress-baking. It always helped you to take your mind off things and for the hour and a half hour that it took you to bake, you had accomplished not thinking about anything else. You noticed the time and decided to start getting ready.

You went to your room to get ready. The first thing you did was go through your closet to find something nice to wear, you settled on a floral dress you liked and called it a day. With your dress on you went to do your hair and after that, you sat down to put makeup on. As soon as you started doing your makeup and humming to the songs that were playing you got lost in the process and found comfort in something you did almost daily.

By the time you were done, it was almost time and the nerves settled in for good this time. As soon as the doorbell rang you felt a pit in your stomach. You took a deep breath and walked down to open the door.

When you got downstairs, your mom was about to open the door. You tried to hurry, but it was too late, and she was already opening it.

“Hello! You must be Rafe.”

“I am, nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand to her.

“Mom, I was going to get the door.” You finally entered his field of vision. He felt time stop for a second; you looked beautiful. You always looked put together, but today was different—your hair, the dress, the makeup; it was all different.

“Well, look at you, princess! You look beautiful,” he said as he walked in, kissing the top of your head. You gave him a soft smile. Meanwhile, your mom looked at the scene in front of her, her heart leaping at what she was seeing.

You felt extremely awkward, but after taking another deep breath, you took Rafe’s hand and guided him to your living room. For Rafe, the house felt cozy, and it made sense that you were how you were if you had grown up in a place like this.

When you walked into the living room, you were met by your dad reading something on his phone.

“Dad, this is Rafe… Rafe, this is my dad.” Your dad lifted his gaze and smiled as he stood up.

“Ah! You are the guy she hasn’t stopped talking about all week.” You hadn’t done it on purpose, but they had been asking a lot of questions about him, and you answered. Rafe just chuckled and squeezed your hand gently, as if marking that comment to tease you later.

“It’s a pleasure to meet the parents of this pretty girl,” your dad smiled at the comment.

“Come on, sit down,” your mom motioned to the couch.

“So, Y/N tells me you play basketball.”

“Yes, I have been captain since last year. It has been a great experience so far.”

With that, the conversation flowed. You still felt like you were in flight or fight mode, but seeing how Rafe was handling the situation was better than you had expected. You had moved to the dining room to have dinner, and the conversation had continued. Your parents had asked every question they could imagine. Now Rafe was telling the story of how you two had met.

“We have friends in common, and for a game, she was sitting with them in the stands, and I couldn’t stop looking at her during the whole game." He paused. "I had seen her in a class before and barely exchanged words, but I knew I had to talk to her. So at the end of the game, I asked one of our friends to introduce us, and he did.”

It was all half-truths; you two had met in a class, and that same week, you had gone to one of his games not knowing he was playing. You all had hung out that day after the game, and from that point forward, you two had, in a way, become friends—more acquaintances since you two never hung out just the two of you or talked outside of college and homework.

"That’s so sweet! Who is the friend?"

"Kelce," you both answered simultaneously.

"We’ll thank him next time we see him for bringing you into her life." At that moment, you panicked; no way that was happening.

"I’m going to make sure to tell him," Rafe said, reassuring your mom. You turned to look at him.

"You are a good one, Rafe," your mom said.

"Well..." you paused. "I’m going to bring the dessert."

"Do you need help?" Rafe asked, and you nodded. He excused himself and followed you to the kitchen. Once the two of you were out of earshot, he spoke.

"Your parents are great," he said as you pulled a berry cheesecake out of the fridge. "Oh wow, that looks amazing"

"They are, and thanks. I take pride in my baking," you smiled, setting the cheesecake on the counter to take out some new plates.

"You bake?"

"I do; it’s one of my hobbies."

"Hmm, you are full of surprises."

"What can I say?" you replied with a smile, exiting the kitchen.

He grabbed the cheesecake and brought it to the table as you placed the plates next to it. As soon as it was served and everyone was seated, the conversation continued as if nothing had happened. Everything that you hadn’t discussed how to answer came out naturally. During dinner, both you and he saw each other in a different light. You had learned so much about him thanks to your parents' questions, and he had learned so much about you from the way you interacted with your parents and from what your mom had told him about you.

He understood why it had been a big deal for your parents when you had told them about dating someone. You didn’t know, but your mom had shared a bit of the backstory, and it had made him feel some kind of way. He could see how much your mom cared for you, and seeing you so heartbroken last time had worried her. She didn’t want you to close yourself off before, so seeing him there had assured her you were going to be okay. He was never going to bring this up with you, even though he was curious about what had happened.

When everyone noticed the time, it was 9:25 PM. Rafe helped clear the table and began saying his goodbyes. You sighed silently; it was finally over, and it had gone great.

"Rafe, before you go, why don’t you come over on Sunday?" your dad asked right as he was about to leave. Your face dropped; this was supposed to be just one night.

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kimbappykidding · 11 months ago

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How Seventeen react when they like the outfit you’re wearing

Scoups - Can’t stop looking/touching you

Scoups was pretty physically affectionate anyway in your relationship. He always liked to have some form of contact with you whether that was a hand on your shoulder or an arm around your waist but tonight he was being especially close and touchy. You smiled as Scoups ran his hand down your waist for what felt like the millionth time. You grabbed his hand and leaned closer to him "are you trying to torture me or something?". Scoups paused "what? Why?". "You keep tickling my waist". Scoups blushed "ow that...no I just erm really like your dress. It feels amazing and you just look so good in it". You grinned "so that's why you haven't let go of me all night?". Scoups nodded "sorry. Was I being too full on?". You shook your head "no at all I like it, especially now I know why you're doing it". Scoups smiled "then I guess I'll keep torturing you" and you smiled "fine by me as long as you make up for it later". "Promise" he nodded and when Scoups made a promise he always kept it.

Jeonghan - Knows you did it on purpose

Your relationship with Jeonghan was quite playful and he loved nothing more than to tease you...but when the shoe was on the other foot that's when he'd lose it. Your group had recently had a comeback and so were performing on stage tonight. Jeonghan was aware of that, what he didn't know was how hot your outfit was. When the song started and the lights came on Jeonghwan was clapping along with the audience when he spotted you. You were in a gorgeous light purple outfit that made your skin tone look so deep and beautiful. Your long hair hung down your back and you looked like you knew exactly how good your outfit was based on the smug smile on your face. Jeonghan took in a deep breath and Scoups next to him glanced at him "you okay?". He nodded eyes still glued to you "yeah just Y/n never told me what she was wearing tonight". Scoups smirked now recognising the look on Jeonghan's face. His eyes never left you and the 5 minutes you were performing felt like torture. He kept beating his hand against the inside of his leg and could barely sit still. "Calm down you can see her after the show" Scoups whispered and Jeonghan shook his head "I can't though. She leaves right after this to fly to Japan for her tour. She's totally done this on purpose". As if in confirmation you located Jeonghan in the crowd and smiled. "She thinks I'll forget by the time she comes back but she's wrong. So wrong" Jeonghan said. There was no way he was ever forgetting this performance and he'd be waiting for you after the tour to prove it.

Joshua - Suddenly gets a lot more affectionate

Joshua wasn't too clingy in public or at events. He was always focused in work settings and nothing could make him lose his composure...that's why you were surprised when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his head next to yours. "Having a good night?" he asked kissing your cheek. You giggled as it tickled and nodded "yes I am thank you. Are you?". "Yes" he told you "you look absolutely stunning by the way". "Ahhh so that's why you're more handsy" you said breaking out of his embrace to see his guilty face. Joshua blushed but didn't deny it "I couldn't help myself you just look so good...sorry I'm just gawking" finally tearing his eyes away from you. You let him sweat for a few seconds before smiling. You gently lifted his chin back down and stroked his cheek "you're the only person allowed to stare at me plus I find the way you're looking at me very hot". Joshua's eyes widened slightly before he got a darker look in his eye and smirked "really huh?". You nodded "yeah but you already know I find your eyes sexy". Joshua nodded "i did but I still love hearing you say it" and his hand curled around your waist again. You played with his tie acting as if you were fixing it "what time does the thing finish again?". "12 but I bet I can slip out whenever". You nodded and flattened his tie "we'll have to stay for a while but when the moment comes we're out of here. Wait for my signal" and without another word you walked away. Joshua watched you go and sighed. He could already tell his night was going to be long but atleast he had something excellent on the other side of it.

Jun - Stares at you

You and your boyfriend Jun were out for a meal to celebrate your recent success at work but he seemed off. He couldn't concentrate and kept staring at you without hearing a word. You let it happen a few times but when it got too ridiculous you raised it. "I'm sorry what?" Jun asked not hearing what you'd said and you groaned. "Jun!" you cried "that's the third time in an hour I've asked you a question and you've not been listening! Am I keeping you from something? Is there somewhere else you'd really rather be?". Jun shook his head "no not at all just I...keep getting distracted". "What by?" you asked "is work bothering you?". "No you are...not bothering me but you are distracting me! Because you look really great in that outfit and I'm not sure if I've ever seen you in a style like this but it really really suits you". "Really?" you asked but the look in Jun's eye told you he was being truthful. "Wow I had no idea...I'll have to wear it more often. Or not if it makes you speechless". Jun laughed "don't worry I'll work on it I promise". You smiled "Okay then, so if I promise will you promise to stop gawking at me and actually be present?". Jun nodded "I promise!" and shot you a smile "now tell me how your day was".

Hoshi - Hype man #1

If you wear an outfit Hoshi likes everyone is hearing about it. You're his favourite person in the world so he makes it his mission to make you feel special. The minute you saw Hoshi's eyes fall on you, you knew it was going to be one of those days. He grinned and started jumping up and down as you made your way down the street towards him. You tried to tell him to tone it down but Hoshi just grinned and cheered rushing towards you. "My girlfriend looks amazing!" he cried loudly and picked you up swinging you around. "Hoshi stop it!" you cried blushing but he shook his head "no way, you do not get to look this good and have nobody say anything about it!". "But people are staring..." you said nervously. "Because they're admiring you too! Look, excuse me miss. What do you think of my girlfriend's outfit"? Hoshi called and you nearly died as he approached two girls. "See I think my girlfriend is the most beautiful person in the world but she says I'm exaggerating" he smiled. The girls laughed at how in love Hoshi clearly was and smiled taking in your outfit. "He's right you look really pretty" one girl said and the other nodded "yeah you look amazing!". "See!" Hoshi cried snaking an arm around your waist "thank you ladies have a great night" and he tugged you with him towards the restaurant. "Do you believe me now?" he asked. "If I say yes will you promise to not ask any more strangers?". Hoshi nodded "I promise". "Okay then yes" you said blushing but you meant it. Hoshi always made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world and you felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have a boyfriend like him.

Wonwoo - His eyes never leave you

Wonwoo knew you'd be at the award show tonight but he had no idea what you'd be wearing and he reminded himself to give your stylist a huge tip this Christmas. As a taller idol you were often put in ill-fitting clothes or weren't utilised properly but that hadn't happened tonight. Your outfit perfectly accentuated your lovely long limbs and he could tell how comfortable you were which made him happy. You were sat with your members in his eye line and when Wonwoo saw you he sat up straighter his eyes widening. Joshua who was beside him noticed and smirked at Wonwoo's expression. Even when the host began to speak Wonwoo was fixed on you and Joshua pointed this out to the other members. "Something caught your eye over there Wonwoo?' Joshua asked but he didn't even look at him "no why?". "Because you're staring at Y/n like you've never seen her before". Wonwoo shrugged "I haven't seen her since yesterday" as if that was the same thing. He only looked back down when the cameras started filming the audience. Even then his mind was on you and he sneakily pulled out his phone and sent you a text telling you how beautiful you looked. He snook a glance over at you and saw your smile when you read the message. You met his eye and shot him a warm thank you with your eyes. Wonwoo felt his heart flutter and heard his members around him smirk at his reaction but he didn't care. As far as he was concerned the only person in this whole stadium was you and him.

Woozi - Gets really bashful at the realisation he's dating you

The crowd cheered as your group appeared on stage and he saw many people taking photos of you with their phones. A lot of attention was on you as you'd been away for a while on a mental health break and many idols were whispering about how good you looked. Woozi couldn't be prouder of how healthy you looked and you looked like the most beautiful person in the world to him. "Wow Y/n looks great" The8 commented and Woozi nodded "she does, doesn't she". He watched you joke along with your members and then give your thank you speech. You told the fans you loved them but made eye contact with Woozi and he went bright red. He was grateful every single day he was dating you knew you were beautiful inside and out. The fans cheered as you ended the speech and Woozi stood up with many people in the room to applaud you. You waved at them all beaming and Woozi grinned seeing you so happy. "That's my girl" he muttered to himself and clapped even louder.

Dk - Hype man #2

One of the things you loved the most about Dk was he was always genuine. He never complimented you for the sake of it and you could tell he meant every word. So when Dk told you for the fifth time in an hour that you looked beautiful you just smiled "thanks but so do you. You're very handsome in that suit". Dk blushed and shook his head "this is nothing compared to you. Honestly I think you take my breath away every time I see you". "I do not" you laughed and he shook his head "you do! The members have started calling it the Y/n effect because every time you enter a room I stop working for 5 seconds". You paused "really? Dk that's so sweet". He shrugged "I can't control it, I just think you're the most beautiful woman in the world". "In the whole world?" you asked "out of all the models and actresses in the world you pick me?". Dk nodded his face deadly serious "of course". "I won't be mad if you say you prefer Gigi Hadid or someone, it's literally her job to be beautiful". "Well then it's a crime you're not being paid for how stunning you are too" Dk replied "I'd always pick you Y/n because a single pretty face can't even compare to your beauty. Inside and out". You blushed at Dk's sincerity and he paused "sorry was I coming on too strong?". You shook your head "no not at all just...I'm really glad I met you". Dk smiled "I'm really glad I met you too" blushing slightly and his shyness was too much. You kissed him softly and Dk melted into you.

Mingyu - Has that smug smile on his face

You were performing your latest song and Mingyu thought you looked absolutely stunning. This concept suited you excellently and he couldn't even hide how much he loved it. "Why does your face look like that?" Woozi asked and Mingyu paused "huh?". "Your face you look like you farted and got away with it" Dk explained and the others rolled their eyes that a fart was Dk's go-to. "I have no idea what you mean" Mingyu shrugged but they all noticed that the second he looked up and saw you it was back. Scoups nodded "ahhh I get it, he's smug because his girlfriend looks like a goddess up there". Mingyu blushed "no I'm not" making all the members laugh. "You are!" Jeonghan cried "your smiling like that because you like Y/n's outfit don't you?". Mingyu shrugged "I mean she looks amazing! Who would date her and not be ecstatic?". The members all chuckled and The8 smirked "wait do you want us to agree with you? Isn't that a bit weird". Mingyu smiled "well see that's the best part, all of you and this whole stadium can be admiring her and notice how great she looks but out of all those people who's the one who gets to go home with her after this?". The others all laughed nodding along "I mean he's got a point" Dino admitted and Mingyu nodded "yep, so I just get to sit back and wait until home time". He checked his watch and then looked back up at you "only 3 more hours to go! I can't wait".

The8 - Silently appreciates everything you're wearing

You and The8 had a fight. It wasn't anything serious just you were both being stubborn and refused to appease the other person. So you figured this would be an excellent way to tease him. Of course The8 loved fashion and he'd picked you out enough pieces for you to understand what he liked on you. So you'd chosen your outfit very carefully and made sure to come late so he'd have to stare at you. You made your entrance, your hair curled just as he liked it and wore your big smile as he loved. You walked straight past him with your friends and didn't even glance in his direction. It didn't take long for your plan to come into effect. When you went to grab a drink not 10 minutes later you were joined by your boyfriend. "I know what you're doing" he said quietly and you smiled "I'm sorry I have no idea what you mean". The8 rolled his eyes "you think by wearing something like that you'll make me crumple but you won't. I'm stronger than that Y/n". "Are you?" you asked turning to face him "because the way you're looking at me says otherwise. Your pupils are huge and your lips are slightly parted like when you're trying to act unimpressed. I know you The8 and I know you like this on me...so just admit you were wrong and you can see it up close". The8 was tempted and he had a good look at you before he sighed and shot you a sweet smile "nope because I was right and I won't lie even if you are hot". You shrugged "be that way. You know where to find me when you come to your senses" and you walked away leaving The8 very frustrated.

Seungkwan - Hype man #3

You had chosen your outfit carefully this morning aware you were meeting Seungkwan after work, but you'd had 8 hours of gruelling shoots, choreo and recording so were no longer feeling as confident or fresh in the outfit. Seungkwan did not agree. The second he saw you walking down the street towards him he smiled and started snapping photos. "What are you doing?" you asked laughing and he shrugged "documenting how beautiful you look, I can't believe I'm dating a model". "I'm not a model!" you protested and Seungkwan laughed "well you should be! You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, stand by that tree so I can take a photo. The lighting is nice". You indulged your boyfriend and smiled for the camera as he took several of you before he was content. As you were walking away hand in hand you asked to borrow Seungkwan's phone and paused in surprise. "I'm already your lock screen?" you asked spotting yourself in today's outfit and Seungkwan nodded "of course! I set it as soon as I took the photo". You laughed blushing "you're so kind to me" and Seungkwan shook his head "not at all. You're my girlfriend and that means you deserve to be treated well and have me point out each and every way you're amazing" he smiled. "Wow I love you" you replied and kissed him softly. Seungkwan melted into you and after the kiss he pressed a quick one to your nose "I love you too, now let's get out of this cold".

Vernon - Gets nervous so stays away from you

Vernon had invited you to come to see one of his concerts. He thought it'd be a nice comfort having you there cheering him on but when he saw you his heart sped up. You looked good....really good and now all his lines and the choreo had gone straight out of his mind. He quickly ducked out of the room and figured if he was going to get through this concert up he'd have to avoid you. That worked pretty well until the interval where you found him. "Hey" you said hugging him and Vernon froze. "Hey" he smiled hugging you back and you laughed "I didn't see you earlier, the guys said you snook out when I got here. Have you been avoiding me?". You were joking but Vernon's reaction made you pause. "Of course not!" he cried "I just didn't see you". You nodded "okay. The performance was really good! You look amazing!". You carried on telling Vernon how good he was but could tell he wasn't listening. He wasn't even looking you in the eye, he was just staring at the ground. "Vernon why won't you look at me?" you asked him and Vernon glanced at you "what? I am looking at you". "No you're not, even just then it was less than 5 seconds". Vernon looked down unsure what to say and you frowned "Is something wrong? Have I upset you?". "No of course not!" Vernon replied and you frowned "so what's up. Do I look bad or something?". That was so in the wrong direction that Vernon's gaze shot up to yours. "No not at all! It's actually the opposite" he stuttered and you frowned "the opposite? So you really like how I look?". Vernon nodded "a little too much and I was worried something might happen so I was trying not to look at you". You paused "wow really? I had no idea you liked me in these sorts of clothes?". Vernon shrugged "usually I don't have a favourite, I like everything you wear but you just look so good without even trying". You were thawing more and more with each word and now had a big smile on your face. "Well I'm sorry for accidentally distracting you. I'm here to support you so I can go if you want?". Vernon shook his head "not at all. I'll just learn to deal with my girlfriend being insanely hot. I mean I'll have to do it eventually won't I?". You chuckled "I hope so". Vernon nodded looking at you one more time and then pointedly looked away with a heavy breath "then why are you making it so difficult?". You laughed "I'm not trying to" and Vernon smiled "I know I know...so after this do you want to head over to mine?". You nodded "I'd love to" and with a kiss to his cheek you walked away "knock them dead, I'll be watching". If that didn't inspire Vernon he didn't know what could.

Dino - Whispers it in your ear

Finally the award show was over and Dino was relieved for one main reason. You. You looked absolutely stunning and he'd had to restrain himself all night from just going over and kissing you. He hadn't seen you in over a week due to your busy schedules and tonight he'd been blown away by how his girlfriend looked. He'd missed you so much and all night his eyes were drawn to you but he couldn't do anything to tell you how he felt. That’s why when he saw the groups all lining up for awards he got an idea. Instead of following Jeonghan, he followed Jun in the opposite direction which just so happened to take him past your group. As he got closer Dino stopped behind you and whispered "you look really beautiful tonight Y/n" before rushing away. The interaction was barely 5 seconds but it made you blush intensely and stare after your boyfriend your heart fluttering. You smiled touching the hem of your dress and felt so excited and appreciated. That was when you realised you were in love with Dino. That exact moment and it was perfect.

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Booseoksoon are the ultimate hype men, I mean just look how they interact with other idols!

This was so fun to write! Any other groups you’d like to see this for?

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REVIVAL | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO.

A story in which a messy breakup lands you in your best friend's Boston apartment a year after high school, and you find yourself face-to-face again with Christopher Sturniolo-your first love. As your paths cross again, the bitterness of how you left him still lingers, fueling every hated glance. But with your best friend dating his brother, you know is there's no escaping Chris- or the tension that refuses to die. Is this revival destined to reignite, or will it crumble under the weight of your unresolved past?

story warning: this story includes very toxic and abusive behavior. none of the actions or words in this series are justified and are written exclusively for entertainment purposes only. under no circumstances are they personally associated with chris other than just using him as the main character. read at your own discretion. now that that is cleared up, there will be filthy smut, angst, swearing, underage drinking, underage drug use, abusive behavior, morally skewed choices, toxic relationships, and overall mature themes. if any of this upsets you... don't read!

word count: 6k

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Chris drove like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just almost killed you both. Like he hadn’t just kissed you while you were still crying. Like he hadn’t just decided for you that you were going to his parents’ house and pretending to be his girlfriend.

The silence was deafening, but you couldn’t speak. You were still too shaken, too rattled, too fucking confused to process any of it.

Chris, on the other hand, was completely normal. One hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on your thigh, his grip firm but not forceful- like it belonged there. Like you belonged to him.

His knuckles were still bleeding from when he hit the steering wheel, the red smeared across his fingers, staining his skin. But he didn’t even seem to notice.

Your phone kept buzzing in your lap, Ava’s name lighting up the screen over and over again. You already knew what she was saying. Where the fuck are you? Why aren’t you answering? I’m about to pull up and shoot this motherfucker if you don’t text me back.

Your hands were shaking as you turned off your location for Ava and Matt.

Chris glanced at you briefly but didn’t say anything.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely steady. “Give me your phone.”

Chris’s fingers flexed slightly on your thigh before he lifted his hand and handed it over without hesitation.

Your heart pounded as you tried his old password- the one from high school. The one he had set up using number coordinates with your name.

Your fingers trembled as you typed it in.

It still worked.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you turned to look at him, but he didn’t meet your eyes.

He just kept driving.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and went straight into his settings, turning off location sharing for Matt, Nick, and anyone else who could track him down. You were about to lock the phone when something caught your eye- his messages.

There were so many.

And not just casual conversations. Not just the group chat with his brothers.

Girls.

Everywhere.

You scrolled, your stomach twisting as you opened his texts, then his DMs.

Sexting.

Nudes.

Flirty voice notes.

Your heart started pounding for a completely different reason now, your fingers gripping the phone tighter.

Chris glanced over, immediately sensing the shift in your energy. “What?”

You turned the phone toward him, your grip like iron. “Who the fuck are these sluts?”

His jaw ticked, and before you could react, he reached over to snatch the phone out of your hands.

But you were quicker. You yanked it away, holding it close to your chest. “No.” Your voice came out low and sharp. “Who are these people, Chris?”

Chris let out a humorless laugh, gripping the wheel tighter. “Don’t fucking play with me,” he warned, his voice dark. “Give me the phone.”

You ignored him, scrolling further. The messages just kept coming. So many of them. So many girls. Some messages from today.

Your stomach burned.

“You think I’m just gonna let this slide?” you said, your voice rising. “You have a fucking harem in your DMs, but I can’t even kiss someone at a party without you throwing a fucking fit?”

Chris clenched his jaw. “Y/N-”

You cut him off, reading one of his messages out loud.

“Since you want it so bad, why don’t you come and get it?” Your voice was dripping with venom. “Wow, Chris. That’s real fucking sweet. That to one of your little whores?”

Chris snapped.

His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist in a bruising grip, his other hand still gripping the wheel.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice was dangerously low, his knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto the steering wheel now.

“Why?” you seethed, yanking your wrist back. “You can dish it, but you can’t take it? What’s wrong, Chris? You don’t like the double standard when I’m the one pointing it out?”

Chris growled, actually growled, and you could see the rage bubbling in his chest, his breathing ragged, his control slipping.

The car sped up.

Your heart lurched.

“Chris,” you said sharply. “Slow the fuck down.”

But he didn’t.

He pressed harder on the gas, his fingers gripping the wheel so tight his already-bleeding knuckles looked worse now.

“You want to talk about double standards, Y/N?” he said, his voice eerily calm despite how fast he was going. “How about the fact that you fucked off for years, ghosted me like I was nothing, and then come back acting like you’re the one with a right to be mad?”

You shook with rage. “I ALREADY APOLOGIZED FOR THAT!”

Chris laughed. “And you think that fucking fixes it?”

The car swerved, and you grabbed the dashboard, your stomach twisting in fear.

“Chris, fucking stop-”

He yanked the wheel, narrowly dodging a parked car. “Nah, let’s talk, sweetheart,” he said darkly. “Let’s fucking talk.”

“Chris, slow the fuck down!” you shouted, gripping the side of your seat as he cut through a red light, barely missing a car that honked violently behind you. Your heart pounded as he weaved recklessly through Boston traffic, taking sharp turns, slipping through lanes, barely braking in time to avoid slamming into the cars ahead.

He let out a humorless chuckle, his grip on the wheel tight as hell, his already-bleeding knuckles looking even worse. “Nah,” he said, voice smooth but full of rage. “You wanted to talk. So what the fuck do you wanna say?”

He gunned it, swerving past a truck, slipping into the narrowest opening between two cars like he was playing a video game, the tires screeching as he sped onto the highway toward Somerville.

Your stomach twisted with panic, and for a second, real fear overtook your anger. “Chris, fucking stop! You’re gonna get us killed!”

But he wasn’t listening.

He kept driving, too fast, too reckless, dodging in and out of traffic, cutting people off without a second thought. A car swerved out of the way, blaring its horn, and Chris barely reacted.

Something snapped inside you.

Fine.

Fuck it.

If he wanted to drive like a maniac, he was gonna fucking deal with the consequences.

Before he could react, you unbuckled your seatbelt, your fingers gripping the door handle. You rolled down the window and, without hesitation, leaned halfway out of the car, your upper body hanging out into the rushing wind.

“HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?!” Chris roared, reaching for you.

You turned your head, your hair whipping around your face, your voice dripping with venom. “You wanna drive like this?! Then you’ll carry the fucking responsibility when you KILL ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

Chris yanked you back into the car so fast you barely registered the motion before you were slammed back into your seat. His hand gripped your wrist bruisingly tight, his other hand gripping the wheel as he finally started to slow down, breathing ragged, jaw clenched so tight you thought his teeth might crack.

His eyes flashed wildly between the road and you. “Put your fucking seatbelt back on. Now.”

You shook your head, yanking at his grip. “Tell me who they are first.”

His jaw ticked. “Y/N, put the fucking seatbelt on. I’m not playing with you.”

You reached for the window again.

“FINE!” he snapped, yanking the wheel, pulling onto the shoulder so fast the car jerked violently. His hands shook as he slammed the car into park, the engine humming loudly between you both.

His chest heaved, his breath sharp, his fucking eyes burning into yours. “They’re just- ” He exhaled sharply, running a bloody hand through his hair. “They’re just random girls in my DMs. Some I met at parties. Some are fans. A few models who saw our videos and wanted me. That what you wanna hear?”

You seethed, rage pulsing through you like a heartbeat. Your fists trembled, your whole body heating with something you refused to name.

“FUCK YOU.”

Chris’s lips parted, his smirk flickering between real amusement and pure rage. “Excuse me?”

You laughed- a dark, humorless laugh- as you turned your body toward him. “That’s not fair,” you spat. “That’s so not fucking fair, Chris. You can have all these bitches slobbering over you, but the second I even breathe near another guy, you lose your fucking mind?”

Chris didn’t blink, didn’t move.

Just watched you.

Waiting.

Daring.

“You know what?” you said, your voice steady, your expression set. “Fuck it. You wanna act like this? Then let’s play your fucking game.”

Chris’s head tilted slightly, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “What game?”

You smirked, venom in your eyes, in your tone, in your fucking bones.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to a frat party,” you said slowly, your voice like ice. “And I’m gonna fuck every single guy in the frat house. And while they’re all cumming on me, I’m gonna record it and send it to you. Then I’ll see how you feel, you piece of shit.”

The second the words left your mouth, Chris lunged.

His hand flew to your jaw, gripping it hard, forcing your face toward him. His breath was ragged, his eyes wild, his lips parted like he wanted to say something- but couldn’t.

For a split second, the entire world stilled.

Then, in a voice so low and dangerous it sent a shiver down your spine, Chris muttered:

“I fucking dare you.”

Chris’s grip on your jaw tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin as he studied you, his blue eyes flicking between yours, searching, reading you. You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. His anger was palpable, vibrating through every inch of his body, but it wasn’t just anger- it was something deeper, something unspoken.

For a full minute, he just held you there, his thumb brushing against the curve of your cheek, his fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him like he was daring you to fight back.

Then, his lips parted, and his voice came out low, smooth, almost hypnotic.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, his grip shifting just slightly, his thumb tracing over your lower lip. “So obedient. When you’re not running that fucking mouth of yours.”

A shudder ran down your spine.

Chris smirked, his gaze roaming over your face, soaking in the way you were still caught in his hold, unable to do anything but breathe him in. “No one else deserves to see you like this.”

His words sent a slow, sick twist through your stomach, and something in you snapped back into reality.

“And you do?” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Chris’s smirk didn’t falter. He just tilted his head, his thumb pressing against your lip again. Then, in a voice so quiet it sent a pulse of heat through your chest, he said,

“I’ve waited my whole life for you.”

Your breath hitched, your whole body freezing.

His eyes darkened. “I deserve you more than anyone.”

Your mouth opened- then closed.

For the first time in this entire fucking war between you, he stunned you into silence.

Chris took in the way you looked at him- like you wanted to argue but couldn’t- and then, just as smoothly as he’d stopped the car, he let go of your face and shifted back into drive, pulling back onto the road.

The rest of the ride was silent.

You stared out the window, trying to process everything, trying to breathe normally again, but your pulse was still erratic, your skin burning where his hands had been.

The houses and streetlights blurred past as Chris drove, calmly now, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just said the most insane fucking thing to you.

But then your eyes flicked toward his hands, still gripping the wheel- and you noticed his knuckles.

Still bleeding.

Still raw.

Still split from when he hit the steering wheel.

Your stomach twisted.

You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to ignore it, to not care, but before you could stop yourself, your hands moved on their own.

You reached into your glovebox, pulled out the small first-aid kit you kept there, and grabbed the antiseptic wipes and bandages.

Chris didn’t say anything as you turned toward him, grabbing his wrist roughly. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t protest.

He just let you do it.

You unwrapped the wipe and ran it over his knuckles, watching as the blood smeared before fading into the white cloth. His fingers twitched slightly under your touch, but he still didn’t say a word.

You didn’t, either.

Once the blood was cleaned, you carefully placed a bandage over the deepest cut, pressing down to make sure it stuck.

Chris let out a slow breath.

Then, before you could pull away, his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist.

Your eyes snapped up to his face, your lips parting slightly, but before you could react, he pulled your hand to his mouth and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles.

The warmth of his lips sent a shiver through you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

And then, just as quickly, he let go- his hands moving back to the wheel, his eyes still trained on the road like nothing had happened.

Like he hadn’t just done that.

Like he wasn’t breaking you apart piece by fucking piece.

The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the familiar house, the driveway illuminated by the dim streetlights. Your breath was still unsteady, your body still trembling from the insanity of the last thirty minutes.

Chris shifted into park, but before you could even process that you had arrived, his hand shot out again, wrapping around the back of your head and pulling you toward him.

You gasped slightly, but he wasn’t kissing you. His fingers cupped your face, tilting it toward the dim light inside the car as his thumbs brushed under your eyes, wiping at the smudged mascara streaks that had run down your cheeks from the wind, from the tears, from him.

His touch was unnervingly gentle- almost careful, as if he were fixing something he cared about. His fingers traced your jaw, smoothing back the strands of hair that had gotten tangled from when you’d stuck your head out the window like a maniac.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t move.

You just let him do it.

Because you were so fucking tired.

Once he was satisfied with how you looked, he pulled his visor down, flipping open the mirror and adjusting his own hair, fixing the mess he’d made when he ran his bloody fingers through it earlier.

Then, he snapped the visor shut, exhaled, and turned back to you.

“You ready, my love?”

Your entire body flinched at the name, your breath hitching as your chest tightened painfully.

Chris noticed.

But he didn’t say anything about it. He just smirked faintly, reached for the door handle, and stepped out of the car like nothing had happened.

You sat there, stunned, frozen, unable to move as he started walking toward the house.

This was too much. This was whiplash.

This was fucking insane.

Chris made it halfway to the front steps before realizing you hadn’t gotten out yet. He stopped, turned back, and tilted his head, waiting.

Then, without a word, he lifted his fingers and motioned you over.

And like a fucking dog, you reached for the door handle, opened it, and stepped out, your legs shaky, your stomach twisting as you followed him up the steps.

He held the door open for you as you stepped inside, the warm scent of home-cooked meals and lavender candles immediately filling your senses, so painfully familiar it nearly made you cry.

Chris shut the door behind you, then, like nothing had happened, he called out, his voice light, normal, friendly.

“Hey, Mom!”

You blinked at him, your throat closing up.

His voice wasn’t sharp. Wasn’t mocking. Wasn’t filled with venom or manipulation or anything he usually used against you.

It was soft. It was the voice he used before- before everything, before the war between you, before the push and pull and chaos.

You nearly fucking cried right then and there.

Chris glanced at you and noticed the way your eyes immediately glossed over, and before you could even react, he reached out and wiped them again, his fingers brushing under your eyes, his touch still gentle- but this time, his voice was not.

“You better cut that shit out now,” he muttered under his breath, his tone a warning, his fingers digging into your jaw for a split second before he let go and stepped back.

Footsteps from upstairs interrupted your haze, and then-

“Hello, Chrissy!” Mary Lou’s voice was light, warm, so unbelievably kind it made you feel like you didn’t deserve to be standing here. The way she could recognize him simply from his voice made you heart hurt, because you knew that you could too. She turned the corner and nearly gasped when she saw you standing beside him.

“Y/N!” she beamed, her hands clasping together in pure joy. “How are you? It’s been so long!”

You forced a smile, nodding slightly. “Hi, Mary Lou. I- I’m good. How are you?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, coming closer and reaching for your hands, holding them in hers. “Better now that you’re here! It has been years! I always wondered if you’d ever come back into our lives! We’ve all missed you!”

You swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say, your stomach twisting violently.

And then- Chris, smooth as ever, dropped the bomb.

“Yeah,” he said, wrapping an arm casually around your waist, pulling you flush against his side like this was normal. “We’ve actually been back together for a little while now.”

Your entire body went rigid.

Mary Lou gasped, genuinely elated, her eyes shining as she looked between you both. “Oh my goodness! Finally! I always thought it would be in high school, but-” She let out a soft laugh. “Good things take time, huh?”

You couldn’t breathe.

Chris’s fingers tightened slightly on your waist, a silent reminder, a command to play along.

Your mouth felt dry, your chest was aching, but somehow, you found the strength to nod.

“Yeah,” you murmured, forcing another smile. “Good things take time.”

Chris smirked, looking down at you like he knew he had you in checkmate.

“Yeah,” he echoed smoothly, “we’ve been happier than ever.”

And as Mary Lou clasped her hands in delight, gushing about how excited she was, how she knew this would happen eventually- you realized just how deep you had fallen into Chris’s world.

And you weren’t sure you were ever getting out.

The rest of the night was exhausting.

Chris played his role perfectly- so well that for a few fleeting moments, you almost believed it too.

Mary Lou had gushed over you, talking a mile a minute about how happy she was that you and Chris had finally figured things out, how she always knew you two would end up together. She asked about your life, what you’d been up to, what you planned on doing next, all while Chris sat beside you with his arm firmly around your waist, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your hip as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And then Jimmy came downstairs, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The moment he saw you, he perked up, his face lighting with recognition.

“No way,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “Y/N L/N in my house again? Hell must’ve frozen over.”

Chris laughed, squeezing your side. “Told you she’d come back eventually, Dad.”

You forced a smile, your stomach twisting as Jimmy pulled you into a quick hug, patting your back in that friendly, fatherly way that almost made you feel normal.

“Damn, kid,” Jimmy said, stepping back and shaking his head. “It’s been what, almost two years? Thought we’d lost you for good.”

Chris looked down at you, his lips tugging into a small, knowing smirk. “She found her way back.”

You wanted to scream.

Every time you tried to hold yourself together, Chris would touch you, his hands grazing over your arms, his fingers lacing with yours, his lips brushing against your hair whenever Mary Lou or Jimmy weren’t looking. And worse- his voice. The way he spoke to you, about you, was so loving, so gentle, so full of warmth that it felt real.

You almost believed it.

Almost.

But then you’d catch the glint in his eye, the one that told you he knew exactly what he was doing. The one that reminded you that this was all for his entertainment.

And you hated how easy it was for him.

After what felt like an eternity, Chris finally squeezed your hand and gave his mom a sheepish smile. “As much as we’d love to stay, I gotta drive my lady home. Her and Ava live together in an apartment in Boston, actually! I’m not sure if Matt has mentioned it but…” he said smoothly. “We used her car, so we can’t stay overnight.”

Mary Lou’s face fell. “Oh, but I was hoping we could all have breakfast in the morning! But tell Ava I said hi and that I miss her!”

Chris chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your temple- so convincing it made your heart clench. “Another time, I promise.”

Mary Lou sighed but nodded, pulling you into another hug. “You better come back, Y/N. Don’t let this one keep you all to himself.”

You gave a weak laugh, nodding. “Of course.”

Jimmy clapped Chris on the back, giving him a knowing look. “Don’t fuck this up,” he said gruffly, his eyes flicking to you. “She’s a keeper.”

Chris smirked. “I wouldn't dream of it.”

And just like that, you were back in the car. You didn’t breathe. You didn’t move.

You just sat there, your hands curled into fists on your lap, your body stiff as Chris started the car. He threw his arm over the passenger seat as checked for people before reversing, his fingers grazing the headrest behind you, the scent of his cologne thick in the air.

A sob ripped out of your throat so suddenly that you barely registered the sound of it. Your hands flew to your face, your body curling in on itself as the weight of the entire night collapsed onto you.

As soon as the first sob ripped out of your throat, Chris’s head snapped toward you. His entire body shifted as he reached for you, his hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you toward him, his voice dropping into something soft, something gentle.

“Aww, my love,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your damp cheek, his grip warm, steady, comforting. “I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”

His voice was so soothing, so convincing that for a second, for just a second, it worked. His touch anchored you, his fingers smoothing over your cheekbones, his thumb wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. He held you so carefully, his eyes studying you like he actually cared, like he actually felt bad for everything that had just happened.

For a fleeting, fragile moment, you let yourself believe it.

And then his lips brushed your forehead, his breath steady as he exhaled against your skin. And when he spoke again, his voice was low, cold.

“You can’t cry when you did this to yourself.”

It was like a knife straight through your chest.

You snapped. The grief, the exhaustion, the overwhelming suffocation of the night collapsed into fury.

“Fuck you!” you screamed, thrashing against the seatbelt, against him. Your hands shoved at his chest, your nails scraping at his arms, your whole body writhing with the need to hurt him back.

Chris barely moved.

Your fists collided with him again, your sobs turning into frustrated, broken gasps as you fought against the seatbelt that locked you in place.

“Fuck you, Chris! Fuck you! I hate you!”

Chris grabbed your wrists, his grip tight, unyielding.

“In front of my parents’ house?” he murmured, his voice so eerily calm that it sent a shiver down your spine. “You know better.”

The words struck something deep inside you.

You froze.

Your chest was still heaving, your entire body trembling, but you stopped.

Chris waited. His grip loosened just slightly, his eyes scanning your face like he was making sure you had finally gotten it.

Then, satisfied, he let go of you entirely and leaned back, one hand gripping the wheel as he put the car into reverse.

And then, without another word, he backed out of the driveway and started the drive back to your place.

The ride was silent.

You stared out the window, your mind spinning, your body still shaking with leftover rage and humiliation.

Chris didn’t say anything.

But the smirk on his face, the way his fingers drummed against the wheel, told you everything you needed to know. He had won. And you had let him.

The ride home was completely silent. And Chris looked… calm. Like the past hour of screaming and fighting had never even happened.

As he pulled into your apartment parking lot, he put the car in park and let out a soft exhale, like he was coming down from a long day. He turned to you, and just like that, the mask slipped into place.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice so soft, so apologetic, like he actually cared. His hand reached over, cupping your thigh gently, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin. “You know I don’t mean it, right? I just… I can’t help but react when you do these things.”

Your stomach twisted violently, but you stayed quiet.

Chris sighed, leaning in closer, his voice dropping lower- so gentle, so coaxing. “Let me make it better for you, okay?” His lips brushed against your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “Let me come inside with you. I’ll make it all better. I’ll stay the night and make you feel real good, baby.”

You hated how fucking good he was at this.

How well he knew you.

How easily he could pull you back in.

And you let him.

You let him guide you out of the car, let him place a hand on your lower back as you walked into the apartment together, let yourself fall for it again.

For a moment, everything felt… calm. Forced, but calm. You weren’t dumb- you knew better- but the alternative was too exhausting to face right now.

So you walked inside, fully prepared to just sneak upstairs, let the night be over, maybe breathe for a second-

But the moment you opened the door, your stomach dropped.

Ava and Matt were sitting on the couch, waiting.

Like fucking parents catching their kid sneaking a boy in after curfew.

Matt was leaned back, arms resting along the couch, completely unbothered.

But Ava?

She was too calm.

Too at peace.

And that’s when you knew.

Something was about to go down.

Chris paused beside you, his hand still on your back as he assessed the situation. You swallowed thickly, stepping forward slightly. “Chris, go up to my room,” you murmured quickly. “I’ll talk to them.”

Chris smirked slightly, pressing a slow kiss to the side of your head before stepping forward, moving to walk past Ava.

She stood up.

Casually. Quietly. Without a word.

And blocked his path.

Chris raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly before flashing her a smug smile. “Excuse me,” he said smoothly, like he was politely asking someone to move out of his way in a grocery store.

Ava let out a short, almost innocent laugh-

Then cranked her right hand back and sent the nastiest fucking right hook to his face.

The slap of skin on skin echoed through the apartment, so fucking loud that it made your stomach lurch.

Chris hit the floor, landing hard on his side, his hand immediately flying to his jaw as he let out a low groan.

Then, everything exploded.

“FUCK YOU!” Ava screamed, her voice shaking with rage as she towered over him. “WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK IT’S OKAY TO TREAT HER LIKE THAT, YOU FUCKING CUNT?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!”

Chris rolled onto his back, groaning slightly as he blinked up at her, but Ava was already stepping forward, going off.

“YOU ARE SO FUCKING LUCKY I DON’T OWN A FUCKING GUN RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I WOULD SHOOT YOU UNTIL YOU’RE NOTHING BUT FUCKING COMPOST, YOU UGLY, WORTHLESS, WASTE OF SPACE!” She was shaking, her voice cracking, feral with rage. “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!”

Chris exhaled sharply, still gripping his face, but the worst part?

The smirk was still there.

Ava saw it.

And she lost it.

Without hesitation, she kicked him hard, right in the fucking balls.

Chris let out a strangled grunt, immediately curling inward, finally reacting, his body tensing in pain.

But Ava wasn’t done.

She spat on him.

And that was when the room went silent.

You stood there, frozen, still trying to process the absolute chaos of what just happened.

Chris was still on the ground, his body tense, his head tilted slightly like he was waiting for the next hit, his jaw clenched so fucking tight you swore you could hear his teeth grinding.

Ava turned to you.

Her face was dead fucking serious.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” she said coldly. “Go to fuck to bed.”

You swallowed thickly, your throat dry.

Then, she turned to Chris, her eyes burning with a warning, before she motioned to Matt.

Matt finally moved, standing up slowly, raising his eyebrows at you in a look that said you knew better than this.

Then, without another word, he followed Ava up the stairs, leaving you standing there, your ears ringing, your heart pounding-

And Chris, still on the floor, letting out a slow, uneven breath.

You didn’t move.

Not until you heard Ava’s door slam upstairs.

Only then did something click inside you. Only then did your body unfreeze, your legs moving on instinct as you stepped forward and crouched down beside Chris, your hands hovering slightly over his arms like you weren’t sure what you were even doing.

“Are you… okay?” you asked, your voice softer than you expected.

Chris let out a breath, then- laughed. A small, breathy chuckle that made your stomach twist in a way it shouldn’t.

“For someone who’s, what, five-three?” he muttered, groaning as he pressed a hand against his jaw. “She sure has a pretty lethal punch.”

Despite everything, you laughed too.

“Yeah,” you muttered, shaking your head. “She’s fucking crazy.”

Chris sat up slowly, cupping both his balls and his jaw at the same time, groaning again. “Yeah, I can see that.”

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair before standing. “Come on,” you murmured, holding out a hand. “Let me get you some ice.”

Chris hesitated, blinking up at you. Then, with a smirk just barely tugging at his lips, he took your hand. You helped him up, his movements slow, stiff, still clearly in pain.

You led him to the kitchen, grabbing a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and pressing it firmly against the side of his jaw.

Chris let out a soft hiss before exhaling. “You know,” he murmured, his tone dipping into something suggestive, “it’d feel better if you grabbed something else that got hurt…”

You glared at him.

Chris grinned. “Okay, okay, okay,” he muttered, holding up a hand in surrender. But when he shifted again, he groaned, his jaw tensing as he clenched his teeth.

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus Christ,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Without thinking, you lifted yourself onto the counter, your knees parting slightly to make space as you reached up to properly press the peas against his jaw.

Chris stepped forward, pushing between your legs- not sexually, not even intentionally, just fitting himself there like it was second nature.

The space between you felt small, your body instinctively reacting to his presence in a way you hated, in a way that made your stomach twist and your heart pound.

And then, for a moment- just a moment- you caught a glimpse of him from before.

Before the fighting, before the resentment, before the anger that had turned him into this twisted version of himself.

Chris was just… there.

Standing between your legs, his breath still uneven, his body still stiff from Ava’s hits, his hands resting lightly on your thighs. His face was soft, his eyes scanning yours, searching for something.

You didn’t know what.

Then, without warning, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against your shoulder.

You froze.

Your hand, still holding the bag of frozen peas against his jaw, stilled.

His fingers curled slightly against your thighs, his breath shaky, his body leaning into you in a way that made your chest ache.

And then, just as your mind started spinning with what the fuck is happening right now, he dropped the fucking bomb.

“You know I love you, right?”

Your breath hitched.

Your body locked up.

Your heart stopped beating.

The words hit like a slow-motion car crash, your entire world flipping upside down, your stomach lurching in ways that made you want to run, to scream, to cry-

And yet.

Despite everything.

Despite every fucking thing he had done.

Despite all the pain, all the manipulation, all the shit-

You still let yourself fall for it.

“I know.”

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lottie matthews x fem!reader x natalie scatorccio (adult timeline)

although you’re looking for a fresh start, you reconnect with your favorite married couple at the wellness center (plane crash reader). 2.6k words. NSFW at the end. im taking it back to season two rn oopsie poopsie I miss the cult!

“Don’t,” Lottie throws open the kitchen window. “Not inside.”

Natalie makes no move to put out the cigarette. She takes a drag, savoring the bitter smoke. It’s an old habit, one she has failed to drop, though cigarette supply is meager here.

Lottie pulls the cigarette from her hands. She moves to put it out — yet after a moment she pauses, leans back against the kitchen counter, and takes a drag herself.

“What?” Nat tilts her head. “Ashwagandha can’t fix this, too?”

Lottie doesn’t respond. She turns her gaze out the window to the wellness center beyond, to the cabin that you’ve been set up in.

“You didn’t kidnap her,” Nat tries again for a reaction. “You have that going for you.”

The cigarette burns between Lottie’s fingers. Her gaze is still fixed on the cabin.

Nat sighs, stepping forward and taking the cigarette back. She puts it out on an ashtray Lottie has told her an excruciating amount of times is unsanitary to keep in the kitchen, takes Lottie’s hands in her own and at last finds solace when Lottie’s eyes meet hers. She runs her thumbs over the rings adorning the woman’s hands. The newest addition: a band on Lottie’s ring finger with a small diamond, courtesy of Natalie herself.

“Go talk to her,” Natalie urges.

“Talk to her?” Lottie echoes. “And say what?”

Natalie shrugs. “It’s been years. Ask her where she’s been, what she’s done.” Natalie smiles, “explain the benefits of maca root.”

“I never knew you were so socially adept,” Lottie snaps. “Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“Am I looking out the window woefully?”

You’re given a start by a knock at your cabin door. You stand over the bags you brought in the small bedroom, now deprived of any clothing that’s not heliotrope, organizing your belongings in the bare space.

Another knock at the door — you abandon the mess, preparing yourself for another neighbor coming to welcome you.

Lottie looms over you in the doorway. She bears a look of unsureness, uncharacteristic of her usually tranquil manner, and it only seems to grow when you welcome her inside.

Lottie scans the cabin — everything is in place, untouched, yet it holds a different air now that you occupy it. It smells of your perfume, and the curtains have been opened to let in the sharp afternoon light.

You sit down at the small dining table by a window, but Lottie stays standing. She looks you over. The years have changed you, sharpened your features with age and put new wisdom in the way you watch her. She wants to know where it comes from.

“We haven’t gotten a chance to catch up yet,” she starts. She feels the silence heavily between you, years lost and alienating. “I haven’t seen you since…”

Since we were rescued.

“How have you been?” Lottie asks, a more casual way of saying: What have you done with your life?

“I started my own business,” you try. It’s anything to sound extraordinary, as if your grand enterprise wasn’t a shitty coffee shop that had barely scraped by until you closed it a few years ago and moved on. “I’ve been working, trying to move past what happened, like the rest.”

“Is that why you’re here? Are you still trying to move past it?”

You can’t answer. You don’t have a good reason yet for why you’re here, why you have come back to a remote location at the edge of the wilderness in an attempt to escape from it. You can’t tell her either that you never realized she owned the wellness center, and that the whole reason you came here was to evade the rest of your life in the closest portal to isolation.

“It will never leave us,” Lottie says. You try not to hear the reverence in her voice. “As long as you run, it will follow.”

The cabin door opens again, and someone else joins you.

“Natalie,” you stand. You don’t know how to speak to her, either of them, or how to comprehend how small you feel in contrast — you remember the harsh winter they led the rest of you through. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“This doesn’t seem to you like a place I would naturally be swayed to?” Natalie asks playfully. “I don’t look like the smoothie-sipping type?”

You catch a flash of her wedding ring, and instinctively you scan Lottie’s hands as well — a matching ring, and if it weren’t enough for you to draw conclusions with, Natalie confirms your suspicions.

“Lottie roped me in,” she says. “Turned me into a hippie.”

“You’re still a long way from tree hugging,” Lottie retorts. The way she gravitates towards Nat is natural, domesticity reflexive when she takes Natalie’s hand. Something aches in you at the sight.

“How about you?” Nat asks you. “Why a wellness retreat?”

“I wanted a fresh start,” you say. Yet as you consider them, symbolic of every haunting remnant of your past, you know a fresh start won’t find you here.

Natalie has read your mind. “This hasn’t turned out to be the best place for a fresh start so far, has it?”

You look between them anxiously.

“If you give up on that,” she continues, “on wanting a fresh start, then come by sometime. I’ve figured out a system of smuggling liquor in here.”

“Look at me,” Natalie orders. As they lay together Nat holds herself up on an elbow, looking down at Lottie. “What are you thinking about?”

Lottie reaches up, a hand trailing over Nat’s features, pushing a strand of short brown hair behind her ear.

“For someone who runs self-reflection, peace and love, express-yourself-openly programs, you’re not much of a communicator,” Natalie murmurs.

Lottie smiles softly, brows furrowing. “What does that mean?”

“You’re thinking about her again.”

“You have been thinking about her, too,” Lottie says, tone newly defensive.

“I have,” she agrees. Before she can speak again, Lottie weaves a hand into her hair and pulls her down to kiss her. Nat shifts, straddling her waist, breaking away from the kiss to nip at her jaw and neck.

“She hasn’t mentioned anyone,” Lottie says, gasping when Nat bites down particularly hard on a previous and fading mark on her chest from the other night. “A wife, a husband…”

Natalie hums in response, moving back up to kiss her. Her hands trail along the other woman’s body, casual as they map their way down, almost domestic. Comfortable — yet she still feels her own heartbeat pick up in the way Lottie’s breath hitches at her touch.

You take Natalie up on her offer of ‘smuggled’ alcohol a few nights later. You last through one group meditation at the wellness center before you’re meeting her in the cabin at sunset with a bottle between you. It’s not your proudest moment, the best coping mechanism — but after attempting Lottie’s for an hour, Natalie’s is worth a try.

“Group meditation isn’t your thing?” Natalie asks. “You don’t like to… what does she make you do? Count sheep?”

“How are you evading the meetings?” You ask, taking a sip of your drink. “You’re married. I would think Lottie would have you signed up for everything.”

“Marriage condition,” Nat smiles. “I get to make fun of her wellness center. She gets to shame me for smoking and drinking.”

It’s that rhythm you find yourself drawn into — meditations with Lottie, drinks with Natalie, finding space with them together in between. Over the weeks you grow closer to them, a fate you rue and one you feel inexplicably whole in. Your desire for a fresh start has been nearly abandoned under their attention.

You suspect it is far from one-sided, however. Lingering touches catch your breath. The way they always seem to hover over you, studying you, drinking in your presence as something new to indulge in.

It comes to a head after you join them for dinner one night, a few weeks into staying at the wellness center. Drinks are passed around as you sit at the dining room table, an expensive wine Lottie opened in a celebration of your time here.

“After the first couple of weeks, most people find an excuse to leave,” Lottie explains. “They’re scared of what they will find in themselves if they stay. You persist.”

“Like you always used to,” Natalie says, a soft smile gracing her lips.

You take a sip of your wine as you try to formulate a response — you don’t want to talk about the past, but it chases you. It is represented in the two women in front of you, whom you feel closer to now than ever and have found a home with again. It comes natural to you to share your life with them — it did in the wilderness, and it does now.

“It brought you here,” Lottie says suddenly.

You shake your head. “I don’t believe in it.”

“You don’t have to.”

Even if you were brought here by divinity, you are blind to it. Maybe that is why you are here: to find it again, to feel it in the love they gaze upon you with, to reconnect with what you have been running from, to see it in the eyes of the two who led you through the wilderness and know that to some extent it has chosen you, too.

“It’s all bullshit, right?” Natalie smiles, standing and coming over to lean against the table next to you, between you and where Lottie sits at the head of it. “Who believes in divine guidance?”

“That’s not fair. Divine guidance is different from the wilderness. In any case, you don’t believe in any of it.”

She shrugs. There’s too little skepticism in her face to really convince you of your own claim. She sighs, looking between you and her wife wordlessly.

Lottie stands, and so do you. You are not entirely sure what’s happening, but you want to be on your feet for it.

“What do you believe in?” Lottie asks. She stands too close, watches you too profoundly, reads you in a way so intimate — your thoughts are laid bare and betrayed by your own eagerness for the unnameable thing that grows between the three of you. She already knows.

You kiss her. Gently but with desperation until a wave of panic rushes through you at the possibility of her disapproval and you pull back — but then her hand loops to the back of your neck and demands you back to her. Hunger burns in her touch, less restrained than yours, pulling you against her and doing all she can to persuade you to stay.

“Infidelity!” Natalie exclaims. You pull away and look beside you. She still leans back against the table. She catches your gaze and raises her eyebrows. “You just kissed my wife.”

“No,” you panic, “I didn’t mean—”

“I should divorce you right now, Lottie.”

“Fuck, Nat,” Lottie steps back. “Stop it, you’re making her nervous.”

Natalie comes toward you, and without a second thought she kisses you, hands planting at your hips. In the force of it you falter back a step but she follows, guiding you into a state of mindlessness as her lips claim yours.

“Infidelity,” Lottie’s claim breaks up the kiss and distracts Natalie just long enough for her to pull you back to her. She is less gentle than last time, only breaking to guide you into their shared bedroom.

You’re so blinded by them that you’re not sure who pulls off your shirt or unclasps your bra or who pushes you down onto the bed, but it doesn’t matter — your only concern is them, that tonight you make up for a lifetime of feeling so distant from their love, and that finally it washes over you.

Natalie nearly shoves Lottie off of you to take her place straddling you, hands roaming your body as she kisses and bites down your chest, sucking one of your nipples into her mouth and eliciting a soft gasp from you.

When you glance at Lottie beside you, her expression is displeased — she is used to being the one to guide and demand, and to be shoved to the side in Nat’s pursuit of you has stirred something in her. Yet your attention is pulled away from her by the way Natalie moves down further, kissing down your abdomen in a hurried but still reverent manner that has a new boost of adrenaline coursing through you. You don’t notice Lottie get up from bed as Natalie reaches your thighs, sucking and biting marks into them as she tries to hold you still beneath her.

“Hold still,” she threatens, “or I’ll stop.”

“Good,” Lottie says from somewhere across the room. “Stop and let me have her.”

Natalie bites down hard on your inner thigh before her restraint is broken and she can’t resist the craving to taste you, tongue running through your folds before focusing on your clit. Her tongue against you pulls a sharp moan from you, and you try your best to keep from squirming, but every moment you spend beneath her lets your euphoria grow. She works a finger into you, and then another, working you with her hunger.

You register Lottie coming up onto the bed beside you again. Instinctively you reach for her, but instead of joining you she shifts over to Nat, and that’s when you notice the harness around her waist and what has been strapped to it, bigger than you can usually handle.

Lottie runs a hand down Nat’s back, giving her pause, and you release an impatient sigh. Lottie meets your eyes, pulls Natalie up by the hair until she’s sitting up on her knees, and kisses her. She moans into it, tasting you on her wife’s lips, until in a not-so-subtle motion she pushes Natalie aside in the same way Nat had done to her.

Lottie comes up to kiss you, bathed in new serenity now that she has you to herself. “You’re ours, now,” she murmurs, before repositioning to line up to you with the strap-on. Her hands run over you softly now that she has what she’s wanted, pushing into you gently and savoring the moans you bless her with.

When morning comes, you find yourself tangled in the two of them. No one took care to shut the curtains before you went to bed, leaving the sunrise visible when you sit up from between them and look over Natalie’s shoulder. Deep crimson shades burn onto the horizon as the sun claims a new day, and as you watch its ascent an overwhelming sense of peace takes hold of you.

You unwind yourself from the two of them. Carefully you slide out your legs, and though it’s hard to find a way out of bed with them on either side of you, you manage to slip away into the hall without waking them. You tell yourself they won’t mind you using their coffee pot to brew you a cup or ten, and once you’ve borrowed a mug you find your way out to the back porch.

The porch faces the woods, quiet in the morning apart from the birds calling through the trees. You were right in coming here, you suspect — these woods are nothing like what you knew before. These trees are peaceful, they do not scream.

After a while you hear kitchenware clinking from inside. A minute later the glass patio door slides open and Lottie joins you with her own cup of coffee. In the face of your exhaustion she looks rejuvenated, at peace as she takes a seat in the wicker patio chair beside yours.

She takes a sip of her coffee before turning to meet your gaze. “Are you still searching for it?”

You tilt your head in question.

“Your fresh start.”

You smile. You sigh, and though your resolve has been broken a thousand ways, you shake your head. “No… Not anymore.”

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janluxe · 3 months ago

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VDAY ACTIVITIES – JASON TODD

– word count; 1.3k

– contents; fluff, angst(?) & mentions of violence but nothing too graphic.

– summary; the day's activities don't go as planned when Riddler holds you hostage.

– a/n; This was rushed. there might be mistakes, and I will most definitely update it asap. Happy Valentine's Day everyone, taken or not all that matters is that you're satisfied with being with yourself first, so give love that person you see in the mirror before you expect anyone to do so. have a nice day ♡

Jason was never big on the holidays. In his eyes, such occasions were simply another way for companies to earn more money in a short time span, plus they never held much meaning to him. Until he met you. A big part of him felt inclined, not pressured, in trying to follow the rules each tradition set – or at least he tried to. If that was what would bring a smile to your face, he was willing to put in the effort.

Hence why he was putting his vigilante identity on the side for the day and found himself among civilians instead, surrounded by an ocean – the term sea would be an understatement of what his poor eyes had to endure – of red products.

Using a day as an excuse for one's ignorance of their partner's need for affection and attention with buying gifts was one more society thing he couldn't, and had no intention to, understand.

His gaze wandered, hoping he'd find something suitable. An idea popped into his mind the second he set eyes on a heart-shaped box and immediately knew what he had to do.

The trip to a local flower shop made this whole shopping spree feel like a personal Odyssey, but just like the epic poem; in the end, everything was worth the suffering. The harsh red of the roses balanced out with the softness and pure white of the lilies better than he could've imagined, almost looking like a crime scene so elegantly executed on ground in which the earth was hiding under a veil.

His hands worked effortlessly since he had already pictured everything already set up, each little detail serving its purpose. Jason was the kind of person who would prefer expressing his affection privately, through small acts such as this when he wasn't clinging by your side.

There was a faint feeling of pride cursing right through him while he spared a moment to admire his work; the dining area tidied up, the table perfectly looking with the bouquet and petals resting on the soft surface of the tablecloth – he even considered lighting a few candles to set the mood, like they do in the movies, but he settled on the city lights that were brightening the room from the big window next to the TV.

However, as the saying goes, ‘good things don't last forever’ – Jason's soft breathing was interrupted abruptly by his phone ringing, his shoulders slumped as he practically dragged his feet all the way over to pick up. An unknown number, how lovely. Maybe it was just a grandma who messed up the number. He seriously didn't need to worry over this.

Before he could properly greet or ask who dared disturb him, a familiar voice broke through the other side of the line. “Riddle me this, Red Hood,” Definitely not a wholesome grandma, dammit, plan A aka try-not-to-worry just crumbled to the floor. A small grunt escaped the back of Jason's throat, pressing his tongue against the softness of his cheek and then clicking it. “A ticking clock, a burning fuse. One wrong move, and you will lose. Its final toll a deadly chime. Solve me fast or say goodbye. What am I?” Riddler continued, his voice doing what it does best at pissing Jason off.

Throwing out empty threats during dangerous situations wasn't one of Jason's characteristics. And with that in mind, who would be surprised that he was already out the door; armor and equipment waiting for him in the car – he didn't need any more bullshit Riddler would give him, he'd figure out your location in half the amount of time.

It was no secret to anyone how many sadistic tendencies Nygma had alongside the most inconvenient timing of all time. You were completely isolated in a room filled with bright green clues on the walls that surrounded you, clues that made no sense whatsoever, especially when you felt the space closing in on you. The timer bomb he had locked around your wrists was not much help either. Your skin burned an angry red and grew heavier and heavier the more time went by.

Despite your body's protests, you didn't put an end to your attempt to get out of this God awful place. Dizziness eventually caught up to you as you felt a familiar warmth trickle down your face – filling your eyebrow with a reddish color that matched the scheme of the occasion.

On the other side, the Riddler watched – he always did. His taunts echoed in your ears. Even the static didn't stand in his way to humiliate other people for not being as bright as he was. But, he was no star. He was a mere match, burning up faster than he was aware of.

Was Jason's newfound impatience mentioned in this story?

The lock of the door was shot off. The sound bounced off the walls, startling the guilty and giving a sense of hope to the innocent. And if that wasn't good enough for a dramatic entrance by a former theater kid, he had the best ideas for ending a play. The place remained dead silent, with the only interruption being the ticking of the time bomb when Jason threw a bag at him, soaked and filled with the heads of those who tried to stop him. He had done Riddler a favor, making sure that this narcissistic bastard got his hands dirty by the blood of his thugs.

Jason Todd wasn't Batman. Mercy was never his cup of tea, and it wasn't tolerable when it came to his loved ones.

Many often seem to forget that part, but the Red Hood will remind them. He never took off without leaving a mark behind. In this case, it was a bullet to Nygma's leg – a gift as he would call it, for he spent a bullet on a lowlife.

“How badly are you injured, love?” The pitch in Jason's voice reminded you of how much worry he had within him throughout the whole process. From his point of view, the possibility of losing you was a valid reason for him to never forgive himself. Without waiting another second for you to mutter a response or some pathetic excuse, he slipped his hand under your shirt, gently running his fingers over your skin – mindful over his touches and small taps, not wanting to stir any overwhelming sensations in you.

Jason allowed a soft sigh to escape hum, his shoulders relaxing the moment he had ensured you hadn't endured any physical pain. His eyes fluttered shut, letting himself bask the bittersweet moment of not being there on time and of ensuring your safety at last.

“I'm sorry, love.” Not allowing you to tire yourself out as he kept talking, his voice barely above a whisper while he buried his face into your shoulder and found some comfort in the scent he was very accustomed to.

Even with the corner of your eye you could spot the preparations he had made in your shared apartment; bright heart-shaped balloons decorated the usual darkness of the kitchen, the table was already set for two and he had already cooked your favorite but it had gone cold by now. The small movement of your head caught his attention, and almost immediately, he knew what you were looking at as well as the kind of thoughts that were going through your mind.

“I'll make Valentine's day up to you, I promise.” Jason muttered and gently tightened his embrace around you, protecting you from anything unexpected even for this passing moment.

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wheneclipsefalls · 4 months ago

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Grovel - Part 4

Pairing: Adult Lo'ak x Fem Omatikaya Reader

Summary: How much more of this can you take?

Warnings: aged up characters, swearing, MDNI, sexual tension, lust, slight angst, mentions of death and blood, war trauma, past cheating, etc.

A/N: Honestly not super happy with how the sentences turned out but writing the actual content of this chapter was so much fun. I hope you enjoy:)

Grovel Masterlist

yawne: love/beloved

paskalin: honey (endearing)

kelku: home/hut

tiyawn: star/little star (endearing)

mawey: be calm

tewng: loincloth

The sun barely crested over the trees before you had set out of your kelku in search of the youngest Omatikaya prince. You had been afforded very little sleep even once in your own bed after spending the night with Lo’ak. Too many images of what had occurred in your drunken state last night had been painted in your mind and it had your stomach tied in knots. The worst part of this torture was the fact that you knew less about your drunken mishaps than anyone else.

And Lo’ak….

Oh Lo’ak he didn’t even bother to fill you in on the details properly.

So once you had tossed in your hammock for the thousandth time in the late morning you let out a groan, rushed to get ready for the day and went hunting for that smirking Sully. That lighting fire had only squandered for a moment when you looked over at the magical music device he had left with that note.

Although early in the morning, he was sure to be in the midst of some sort of morning Omatikaya politics or hunting party. You found him surrounded by a few males for an early breakfast around a fire. You were, however, surprised to find Neteyam already there and dressed. After his ‘activities’ with Talu last night you would have supposed he’d require further rest.

Instead, it was him that nudged Lo’ak’s arm as you came into view, tilting his head in your direction to point you out. Blood still rushing at your ears and tail swatting back and forth like a whip, you stared the prince down.

“You.” One deadly point at him and then the next at the ground in front of you. Almost as if calling an animal to heel. The venom in your voice was enough to have the other males letting out teasing jeers and shoving at him.

Although swatting back at the other males for their jests and comments, Lo’ak’s expression remained soft and calm as he approached you obediently.

“Good morning, yawne.”

Rolling onto the balls of your feet you peeked up over his right shoulder back at the group near the fire. Far too close for comfort. You’d suffered enough embarrassment already without another nosy party there to witness. So in one move you snatched his wrist and pulled the towering male deeper into the forest.

Although surprised, Lo’ak didn’t lag behind for long. He allowed himself to be dragged until you’d chosen a suitable private location to lay into him.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m in trouble?” The corner of his lips turned up even as he ticked his head to the side and observed your heated composure.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” You demanded, swatting at his arm. Lo’ak didn’t flinch.

“You are going to have to be more specific than that, paskalin.”

“Decided to leave out some precious details last night, huh?” Your tail curved around your upper thigh, ears pointed and alert as you stared up at him. “You can quit this oblivious facade. Talu filled me in on everything.”

“Ah, I see.” He sighed, those dark brows raising as he rested his hands on his hips. “Well truthfully, yawne, I figured you wouldn’t want to talk about the kiss. I thought if you remembered you would insist on us pretending it never happened but if you want to dig into it then-”

“What?” You cut him off, eyes blown wide and heart already thumping at a new speed. “A kiss. Great Mother, what are you talking about?” You were certain this was just another game Lo’ak was playing with you but when your ire didn’t die down and his face dropped slightly, that theory began to look less promising.

“Oh, so she didn’t tell you everything then.” His ears tucked back, but there was intrigue still dancing in his eyes. It always sparkled beneath those dark lashes when his attention landed on you. It gave the feeling of being put under those microscopes they used at the human outpost. The undeniable heat of his studying gaze.

“I am not in the mood for jokes, Lo’ak.” You ground out.

“Really? But you’ve been so pleasant this morning-”

“Shut up.” Hardly the comeback you were looking for but despite the sharp sting to your words, Lo’ak only struggled harder not to grin back at you. You were ready to tear his eyes out, or maybe your own depending on the validity of his claim, and yet all he could do was joke at a time like this. “You should have told me everything last night.”

Lo’ak’s half grin slowly lowered into a thoughtful pout. You veered your attention away from those plump lips, afraid of the way your imagination was already piecing together what this supposed kiss would have looked like.

“You’re right, yawne, as usual. I only thought you were already a bit embarrassed so I didn’t believe adding the kiss to the list would help matters.”

“Embarrassed? What by the stars above do I have to be embarrassed of?” A lot. Oh so much that you had to spend half of your energy just pushing away the leering weight of thinking about what drunken acts you had gotten up to.

“Nothing at all.” His hands raised in surrender before reaching back to take down his tied hair. “Attraction is a perfectly natural feeling and so is acting upon it.” Lo’ak casually drawled, skilled fingers now working to gather his hair into a low bun at the back of his head.

“Attraction?!” It came out as almost a squawk, voice cracking in the midst. “Attraction to what? To you?”

Your tone did little to ruffle his feathers as he finished securing his hair and nodded calmly. “Like I said, natural.”

“I am not attracted to you!” Heat rose beneath your skin, cheeks sure to already be inflamed into a deep blush. You prayed that Lo’ak would read that purplish hue as evidence of the rage you felt instead of this ‘embarrassment’ he claimed to know so much about.

“I’m not asking you to admit it.” Those signature beads dangled as he casually leaned against the nearest tree.

“Well good because there is nothing to admit.” You fired back, hands balling into fists.

“Alright.”

“Good.”

“Good.” He echoed back. Lo’ak pushed off the tree before striding past you. The perfect opportunity to escape and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from trailing after him.

“I’m being serious.” You insisted, frown deepening when you heard a deep chuckle emanate from his chest.

“I wouldn’t expect otherwise from you, paskalin.”

Your heated glare sought to burn a hole into the back of his head but keeping up with Lo’ak’s natural pace was a struggle that made your intimidation efforts that much less effective as one of his strides equaled about three of yours. It felt like hobbling after the taller male instead of the hunt you were aiming for.

“But you don’t believe me.”

Lo’ak twirled on his heel suddenly. Your skid to a stop was anything but graceful as you almost crashed straight into his chest. Four fingered hands went to steady you, but you pushed them away. However, with crossed arms you refused to retreat out of his space, determined to establish some sort of dominance in this conversation that has taken such a turn.

“Why do you care so much if I believe you?” He mimicked your posture, crossed arms showing off the veins that traveled up that swirling blue skin into pronounced biceps.

“Because…” You sputtered for some sort of reasonable explanation, but he had brought up a point. He was right, there was no logical reason for you to care about his opinion. So what if he had a big head about it, most days you just wanted him to leave you alone. “Because you’re wrong.”

“Am I?”

“Yes!”

“Last night you told me I smelled good seven different times.” A lump formed in your throat, eyes desperately wanting to look anywhere else but him.

“And you counted it.” You shot back, fighting the urge to shift your weight from foot to foot.

“You’re right I did.” Came his immediate reply and somehow his instant acceptance of your accusation was that much more infuriating. “But that’s the difference between me and you, paskalin.”

He took one stride forward, but it was enough to close the last piece of distance between you two. “I’m not afraid to admit that I want you. Neither am I afraid to admit that I enjoyed the way you played with my hair. I savored every moment that you willingly sat there on my lap and when you suddenly leaned in to seal the night with a kiss, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing back.” Lo’ak didn’t touch you, he knew better than that, but with his shadow falling over your smaller form and purred words dripping from his lips it may as well have been as strong as skin up skin.

“And yet you have the nerve to say you didn’t take advantage of me.”

“It was one kiss. I pulled away the second you did. And when your sister said it was time to turn in for the night I had every intention of walking you home myself and leaving you alone. But you had other plans. And yawne, I’m trying my best to behave for you but I’m also a male. A male that can barely breathe when I’m around your sweet scent so when the woman of my dreams is clinging to my arm and sweetly asking to stay in my kelku where she feels more safe, I tuck her into my hammock without complaint.”

Every muscle in your body seemed to lock up, accurately aware of the last few inches between your chest and his stomach. Even more so strung up by the shameless confession falling from those perfect lips.

“Is that the truth you were looking for?” He asked, one brow arching.

A long pause hung between you before your motor functions returned back online. “I never said I want you.”

“Your scent does the talking for you.”

Your right hand balled up into a fist again, almost tempted to deliver a right hand hook that ironically Lo’ak himself had taught you as children, but then you felt the dampness between your legs. You were appalled to find that even in your anger, your body had fallen prey to the weight of his words and presence. Even Lo’ak’s own essence that now surrounded you like a warm cloak.

“You ignorant ass!” The insult was accompanied by one push to his chest that had him stepping back immediately. You were sprinting in the other direction before he could get in another word.

Lo’ak supposed he had no right to be surprised when you were unreachable for the rest of the day. Perhaps it was not his place to push you earlier but he also couldn’t find it in himself to keep from being anything but honest when it came to you. He knew better than to believe that one night in his kelku and a gift or two would win back your trust. The long game was a road paved by immense patience. A trait that was not his favorite to exhibit.

However, patient or not, you deserved to know the depth of his feelings. You may not have been willing to accept them yet, but that wouldn’t stop him from expressing them all the same. Bottling it up only made his tossing and turning at night all that much worse. Especially now that your scent lingered in his kelku. It was a new form of delicious torture to press his nose into the blanket that was still drenched in your natural perfume.

Neteyam encouraged him to continue being diligent and patient, perhaps the only piece of advice that kept him from searching for you when he found your kelku empty upon dropping off your dinner. Perhaps he had a point, even if he were to find you it was obvious that the only thing he could expect from your company was snide comments and harsh glares. And yet, Lo’ak couldn’t help but feel a craving even for that.

So when plans changed the following day and Lo’ak was invited to cliff jump with a group you were meant to be present with, he couldn’t jump fast enough at the opportunity. A storm was meant to be rolling in a few days earlier than anticipated so it was the last opportunity they would have for a while to dive safely. Meaning that some projects were set to the side temporarily.

He should have known better than to expect you with the group of friends the next morning. Neteyam, Talu, and even Kiri present but not you. When asked about your absence Talu had simply rolled her eyes and claimed she had done everything in her power to get you out of the house for some fun. To play hooky just this once.

And immediately Lo’ak knew where to find you. Ignoring the protests at his bowing out, Lo’ak gave a quick wave goodbye and bounded through the forest towards his destination.

And for once, you weren’t difficult to track down.

Norm had asked for a group to start dismantling one of the last surviving air crafts left behind by the RDA. He wanted to get it foraged for any remaining supplies that could be of use, however, the vehicle was left in a precarious condition. Hanging high in the trees above, it looked more like a crushed tin can than the death machine he knew it was during the heat of battle. Pulling it apart to even examine for anything salvageable would take a whole group of Na’vi an afternoon.

And yet, there you were. Alone and cursing under your breath as you tugged at the crushed side door with all your might. Lo’ak stifled a chuckle when he saw the position you were in, legs wrapped around a higher tree branch so that you could swing upside down and try to access the left side of the aircraft.

That threatening laughter subsided into a different feeling when he caught a glimpse of the way your beaded top barley clung to your chest in this upside down position. Only a few beads hanging loosely to cover your perked nipples.

Gulping down the lump in his throat, Lo’ak fought the urge to adjust himself in his loincloth. No doubt, you wouldn’t take kindly to his presence in the first place, let alone any evidence of his sudden arousal.

“I knew I’d find you here.” He called from below.

He was caught between guilt and amusement when his sudden comment had you losing grip on the branch with a surprised squeak and sliding across the top of the aircraft. His smile dropped when you peeked up from the other side of the machine and leveled him with a fiery glare.

“Aren’t you meant to be jumping off a cliff, dumb ass?” He heard your voice echo from above as he made quick work of scaling up the tall tree. The moment his head peeked up over the last branch, small hands scrambled to push at his own. “Go back! I don’t want you here.”

Your feeble attempts to push him off were borderline adorable as he easily lifted himself up over the last hurdle and sat back on his haunches beside you.

“You might have a hard time cracking this thing open on your own.”

A muscle in your jaw ticked, tempting him to run the pad of his finger along your delicate features. God, even when you looked ready to beat him off with a stick you were nothing short of exceptional.

“Not that it will stop you.” He added.

“What makes you so sure?” You challenged, rising to your feet swiftly to climb back to the other side of the aircraft. Lo’ak followed, as if drug by an invisible cord tying himself to you.

“Because I know you.”

The comment earned him a scoff, your tail snapping back at him when his hovering got too close.

“You knew me as a kid, Lo’ak. I’ve grown.”

“Undoubtedly.” A few brisk strides spun him in front of you to block the path. “Grown more capable. Grown more independent.” Lo’ak paused, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “More beautiful.” He whispered.

“Grown less gullible.” You shot back, causing him to stumble as you pushed at his shoulders to get him out of the way. He watched you pass, resisting the urge to keep himself within your bubble. Distance may make the heart grow fonder but no one told him that distance from you would drive him into madness.

“Still just as stubborn as ever.”

You resumed your position on the other side of the aircraft, this time ignoring the taller shadow that followed your every step. With precarious footing you were able to grip the edges of the crushed door but could only apply a small amount of force without losing your balance.

“Yes yes I know, Lo’ak. I’m a stick in the mud. Don’t know when to quit and run off for fun and games with the others. I believe Talu has already beat you to the punch on this lecture. I’m not interested in a repeat. Not all of us can be a social butterfly like you.”

For a moment Lo’ak was caught in the whiplash of your self deprecating misunderstanding and a comment towards him that seemed to almost be a complement. But then your left foot was slipping and his body was reacting before his mind could catch up. One rushed leap heaved himself into your space, one hand gripping the rack atop the roof of the aircraft while his other arm slunk around your waist to pull you back into place.

Your smaller hands threatened to break his focus as they willingly clung to his broad shoulders for support.

“You are nothing like me, tiyawn.” Those oh so kissable soft lips turn down into almost a pout. “And that’s what I love about you.”

Ear tucked back against your luscious hair and tail curling around your own ankle, the surprise at his comment gave him enough time to gently lift your body to tuck against his with one arm before carefully dispositing you to a safe perch on his left. Thoughts formed more clearly without your mouth watering essence creating a fog around them.

And yet, even staring at those beautiful golden eyes that were now relaxed from your usual glare, shot in his direction was too much to handle if he had any hope of expressing himself with more than one syllable responses. By Eywa, why did the Great Mother create such an exquisite creature to torture him with?

He turned, setting himself into a different foothold that allowed him to slowly start peeling back the thin crushed metal. Every muscle tensed as he forced it back inch by inch but the harder fight was keeping his lips from turning up into a crooked grin when he felt your intent gaze burning through him. A new spice nipped at your signature scent. Just a whiff of your arousal was enough to feel a renewed hardness between his own legs.

“You may not be some exuberant social butterfly. You may not run after danger and adventure at a rate only skxawngs like me can manage.” The metal pulled back another inch, the sounding screech almost covering up your short mixture of a laugh forced into a scoff. “But I could never be you, yawne.” He paused, daring to meet your eyes.

“So brave. So resilient. I’ve heard the stories.” The endless hours you had spent in the healers tent as wave after wave of mauled Na’vi came through those doors. There was not an ounce of him that could even feign surprise when he heard it was you that had spent the longest cleaning and stitching wounds, rebreaking bones back into position, sometimes even scrambling to rush that tent down the stream an extra mile as the bombs rained closer.

“I think you have me confused with someone else. Perhaps one of your other girlfriends that in fact stormed into battle with a weapon in hand. I am no brave warrior.”

Lo’ak’s eyebrows scrunched. He couldn’t find it within himself to even care for the brief snide in your comment when faced with your wavering confidence on display. You were never one to hide your emotions well, despite what you would like to believe. The mask you wore was always cracked, leaving him a sliver to peek into what plagues your mind.

“You fought just as hard as them. Simply in a different way.”

“Lo’ak there is no need to shower me with flattery. I know that I stayed on the sidelines while they faced death. I am no fighter. I was never meant to be and I accept that.”

Something seized in his chest, pushing his body into motion until he was back into your space, eyes bearing down at you with an intensity he hoped would burn through your stubborn defenses.

“No one faced death the way you did, yawne. The others may have gone into the heat of battle knowing the potential consequences of doing so but you were among those that dealt with those worst case consequences day in and day out. You had a front row seat to loss and turmoil. Men and women’s lives hanging in the balance, that decision sometimes being made by the rush of your own hands. There is nothing about it that remotely resembles sitting on the sidelines and I don’t know what how you fucking did it.” His lungs seized for air. “I’ve had more than my fair share of war, but I could never imagine plucking up the courage to face that terror.”

It was only after the spill of words that Lo’ak could recognize the way his blood raced. The heat that now had his tail flashing with an adrenaline that he could almost attribute to furry. Looking down at your flushed expression, lips parted and momentary disbelief at his sudden confession, he couldn’t blame himself either for harboring that anger.

How could you not see what he did? Surely after all that you’ve endured, you should be the one spitting this speech confidentiality back at him. Telling him off for even attempting to court such a fearless goddess as yourself, and you would be right. And yet, all you could do is stare back at him with a wide eyed expression and the wheels in your head turning to keep up.

“I’m sorry.” That timid whisper broke the silence and it was only then that Lo’ak had the sense to release his clenched jaw. You weren’t apologizing for thinking such things but rather for getting him so riled up and that had him drawing back within an instant.

“No I…” He gaped for the right words, bottom lip tucking between his sharp teeth. “I simply…” He paused, brows pulled together as you looked up at him with curious eyes. “I wish you could understand all the pieces that make you so magnetic, yawne. I have never met someone who cares as much as you. Utterly devoted to the people, offering your whole self to a cause without a second thought. You’re not a stick in the mud, tiyawn. You’re a rare gem.”

It was not his intention to render you speechless but Lo’ak couldn’t claim to be against the view it gave. The tense scrunch of your features relaxed until those beautiful eyes were peering up at him with the sparkle of a rushing river beneath sunlight. A certain softness fell over your countenance, one that was made even more breathtaking when a pink glow blossomed over your cheeks.

The trance you had fallen over could only last so long before you were muttering about getting back to work and sheepishly dipping past his shoulder. His lips parted for a just moment in search of digging into what change he had just witnessed but he quickly stopped himself. Lo’ak knew when it was best not to push his luck. You allowing him to stay and work was already more than he would have guessed to receive a few minutes prior, so he took that miracle in stride.

However, there was nothing to sate the side of him that sparked with curiosity and desire when it came to you. He jabbered on about anything and everything he could think of just to shoot at a chance you would have something to say in response. For a while it seemed that nothing could steal your attention away from the task it was pinpointed on, that is until a sudden burst of frustration had you slamming your fist against the curved metal and cutting off Lo’ak’s current Metkayina story.

“Stupid sky demon technology.” You muttered with a dark glint, trying once again to claw at the metal edge and pull back with all your might.

The majority of your joint efforts to dismantle the aircraft had come from Lo’ak’s own hands. Meanwhile you had stubbornly continued to struggle at pulling back even the slightest slab of metal. You were being too hard on yourself. His hands were not only larger and protected by the rough calluses he had gained handling weaponry and scavenging around hard ocean rock, but he also had the prior knowledge of sky people weapons manufacturing on his side. He knew which areas were weak points that he could exploit and which pieces were unlikely to budge without better tools.

Your hands were soft and nimble, perfectly designed for climbing trees and stitching up wounds. Designed perfectly for so many wondrous things that had him staying up at night and fighting the tent in his loincloth.

Shaking the rotting thoughts from his head, Lo’ak cautiously shifted forward to gently pry your hands from the sharp edge of metal. One more tug and it was sure to draw blood.

“Mawey, we will get it eventually-”

“There is no time for eventually!” You shot back. The soft tuff of your tail whipped at his cheek when you abruptly spun on your axis to walk past him. A shiver raced all the way down to the tip of his own tail. “It is supposed to be finished today. I do not have another day to spare. With the healer’s tent still half broken and so many injured still waiting on a new batch of medicine…I…I can’t…” The sentences broke into choppy waves as your jaw clenched and tail snapped frantically in the wind.

He sensed the best thing he could do was silently wait as you spouted out your stresses into a jumbled mess.

“There is still so much left to fix!” And although you didn’t specify he knew you were no longer just talking about the crumpled aircraft you had yet to dismantle. The war had left a mark on the village not only emotionally but physically as well. Homes were being rebuilt, roles restructured with so many gaps left from those now in the arms of Eywa forever. The list could trail on forever. Knowing you, there was undoubtedly already a list stamped at the forefront of your mind to adhere to.

But the village would be rebuilt.

The People would heal, they already were.

It was the emotional scars you harbored that stung under such uncertain times. The same sting that had you wound into a tight coil.

“I just…I can’t…” You let that thought drop with a huff, small hands now pressed over your heated face.

Wind whistled through the trees, blanketing the prolonged moment of silence.

“Do you know what the issue is?” Lo’ak carefully leaned back against the metal side. The look that you sent through parted fingers told him there was not a universe where you would ever be interested in what he thought the issue was. Regardless, he took that lack of response as an opportunity to continue. “You are too tense.”

You scoffed, arms dropping to cross over your chest.

“Everyone needs a break, yawne.” The heat in your eyes tried and failed to scorch him as he glided forward across the branch. “And you,” His bent knuckle tucked under your chin. “You more than anyone, need a release.”

That double meaning did not bode well with you. His hand was slapped away just as the pink darkened across your cheeks.

“Let me guess, this is your charming way of offering such services?”

“What services do you mean, paskalin?” Lo’ak couldn’t keep the comment from his lips if he tried. Yet seeing your reaction, he couldn’t fathom why he would want to. Pointed ears on alert and a burning fire in your expression that was all the more lovely than the stressed tension you had worn moments prior. He meant what he said about your responsible nature being admirable, but it was obvious that a little fun could do you a lot of good. “Any service you require. I’m always happy to help you release that tension.”

Swiftly you ducked under his arm and skated past him.

“Handing out offers like that so freely, surely I would need to schedule an appointment several moon cycles in advance. I think I will pass.”

It’s meant to be another stab at his younger reputation as a womanizer, but Lo’ak couldn’t help but revel in the jealousy that dripped from your voice. Subtle yet oh so sweet.

“No need for jealousy, tiyawn. The offer is yours alone.” He carefully crafted his path to let your arms brush as he passed by. You must have felt the surge of electricity too as you halted in place and faced the male now towering in front of you. “Everyone knows that I belong to you.”

A hitch of breath so subtle that his ears had to strain to hear it, but present all the same.

“I am at your disposal.”

He was taunting you.

Or well…he had been since the beginning you supposed, but somehow now it seemed to actually have a physical effect on you.

He had offered to provide a release from your stresses, not the first time either, yet now that idea was persistent in bouncing around your head constantly. It roused a heat to your cheeks and between your thighs at the most inconvenient of times. You had found Lo’ak attractive upon the first time seeing him back from Awa’atlu, begrudgingly albeit, but now that the idea of not only looking but touching such an exquisite form had been planted, there was no escaping your body's reaction.

There were a plethora of reasons you could have been feeling this way and you were eagerly holding on to every single excuse you could think of. You repeated that list in your mind over and over when you lay awake at night in your hammock, pulse rushing and temple sweaty after having experienced yet another erotic dream where Lo’ak had inserted himself as the leading star.

It was the stress. It was never his place to point out but Lo’ak was right in assuming that there was far too much tension and anxiety riddling your every day routine. It felt as if there was always something being put on your plate. Even when there wasn’t you were sure to find another task to busy yourself with that felt like the most pressing matter possible. So when you tossed and turned at night, there was no easing the coiled muscles that made your shoulders rise up to your ears. A list of responsibilities were constantly on your mind, to the point where you even found yourself grateful for the consistent meals that Lo’ak left at your doorstep. Eywa, knows you would have nearly starved without it.

Even further, there was a new development in your home. That development was named Neteyam. Neteyam who was eager to fill his days with Talu’s company and even more than eager to show his appreciation of giving her time in a very…physical manner. She spent half the nights in his own kelku but your older sister still insisted on coming home frequently to keep you company, at least make it feel like she still lived there.

However, part of you wished she would simply move into the Sully male’s kelku just so you wouldn’t have to hear their very prolonged goodbyes that consisted of far too much tongue and far too little clothing. You could never mistake Neteyam’s taller shadow casted on the privacy curtains as they attempted to sneak inside together. As two individuals that claimed to be accomplished warriors, there was no way they could truly believe this lack of stealth to mask their rendezvous from you. Or perhaps, much like his younger brother, Neteyam did not care to be modest in his sexual activities, wearing it as a trophy like the cocky bastard he was.

So there you had been left, splitting your nights between dreaming of Lo’ak in your bed, running through the constant checklist of responsibilities, and hearing the damning evidence of Neteyam bringing your sister to a higher bliss over and over.

All things considered, anyone else in your position would have crumbled by now. So what if your primal nature had come out to the surface under the recent pressures? A little arousal was normal for someone your age and by no means going to be the thing that crushed your logic to dust.

Avoiding Lo’ak had become a normal part of your routine and it had seemed like the most reasonable course to combat these feelings. On your particularly sharp days you managed to go without a glimpse of his face until dinner and even then it was from afar. You figured without any new content to fuel these dreams they would surely putter out and you would be left to focus on more important matters.

That had not been the case.

Perhaps one of the more foolish decisions you had made because it seemed the longer you spent away from Lo’ak the more instant your body’s reaction would be at the next glimpse of him. Your craving for him only grew as you denied yourself of his presence. Even the short peeks at his smile as he sat around the fire with friends had been enough to feel saliva pooling along your tongue.

And then there was that first night you had truly seen him dance. With such a long war season having come to a close, impromptu celebrations around the dinner fire had become almost routine. Jake Sully’s youngest son was the furthest from sheepish when it came to starting the vibrant dancing. He jumped at the opportunity, teaching those around him the dances he had learned from the Metkayina.

And you had to admit…you were a secret fan of the sea people’s version of dancing. The men moved with such force. It provoked a sense of weight in their presence while simultaneously showcasing an admirable flow of grace. The muscle of his thighs were pronounced with every bend and stomp. Those dark tattoos rolled like waves as Lo’ak swished his hips in time with heavy drums. You wanted to run your tongue over every inch of that dark ink. Perhaps see how far those lines traveled beneath his loincloth.

Feeling utterly mortified by your own silent lust you had tried to draw away from the dancing as soon as you were broken out of trance. Of course, you had not always been successful. More than once, golden eyes had caught your own followed by a four fingered hand reaching out in invitation.

Never before had your natural desires taken such hold on your everyday life. There had been crushes and even lust before but this felt constant. And watching Lo’ak moving his body with the confidence and charisma you could only dream of having every night, it felt like a personal attack. Every quirk of his lips into a smirk felt directed at you in a display of the conquest he anticipated.

So your patience had been a little more fried at the start of the next diving lesson. You had hardly heard any of Neteyam or Lo’ak’s directions to the crowd at the beginning of the lesson, too busy staring off into the trees and keeping your teeth from grinding together.

“Neteyam says you have to slow your heartbeat.” Talu reminded you the next time your head had rushed up from under the water prematurely. Her soft hand gently placed over your chest but her sympathetic smile had only been met with your narrowed eyes and downturned lips.

“Of course he did.”

Your voice strained to keep the sarcasm from bleeding in too heavily. It didn’t matter anyways, not when she was already making heart eyes at the future Olo’eyktan from across the way. He took one step in your general direction and you knew then that now was time to escape the barely concealed love fest that was about to take place.

Ducking beneath the water again you swam in the opposite direction until your lungs were scorched with the need to breathe. Over and over you had tried the exercise only to come up faster each time.

The lack of sleep was catching up with you, enough to have you stumbling across the slippery rocks and naturally falling into Lo’ak’s arms. Rough hands steadied you back into a standing position, his tail just barely missing a brush of your thigh. He said something, most likely checking to make sure you were alright, but none of it registered. All you could feel was the heat of his skin and that natural musky scent that somehow wafted even stronger when he was soaking wet.

Your eyes snagged his own for only a second before you were diving back into the cold water. At least beneath the surface you were able to block out the sounds and scents of the day that were too much for you to handle. If only oxygen were not an essential. Then you could stay down here forever. A perfect sanctuary to collect your thoughts.

The next time you sprung up from the depths you allowed yourself a moment of respite. Heart pounding and lungs seizing you couldn’t imagine holding your breath again. However, without that distraction your eyes naturally wandered to where Lo’ak instructed a Na’vi male from the other side of the small lake. Water dripped from his braids and created a dancing trail down the curve of his spine.

So much for staying away. It seems that no matter what you did, Lo’ak was there to throw your day off course. Even when he wasn’t there he haunted your dreams. You mentally cursed whatever spell he has managed to put you under. Perhaps dark magic existed after all.

If only you could have a break, just one moment where you were able to breathe.

A release.

That’s what Lo’ak had said. His head would grow until it exploded if you ever told him he was right, but the fact still remained, you needed relief. And you needed it now.

Lo’ak was hardly subtle in the way he peeked back at you from the corner of his eye. His ears remained standing tall atop his head and while one could claim it was to listen for possible drowning Na’vi in need, you knew that his senses were attuned only to you. And that thought…

That thought alone made something burn within you. A certain excitement blossomed as your instincts were fueled by the idea of being wanted. So many nights you had spent alone in your hammock while listening to Neteyama and Talu wrestle and giggle next door. So many dreams you had woken up from only to find yourself missing a touch that never existed.

But here was a male in his prime and he wanted you.

And, by the stars above, you couldn’t help but secretly admit that you wanted him too.

Why not let him sate your desires? After all, was he not the one that put you into this hazy state? Dash logic to the side and forget the consequences that would come later, it was your turn to escape the pressure around you and get lost in the strong arms of a Sully male.

Lo’ak spotted you before the water line had even lowered down to your hips. A part of you felt bad when all it took was one look his way and he was already neglecting the student in front of him.

Everyone knows I belong to you

You briefly heard him jumble together some messy instructions and an excuse before water was sloshing behind you. He at least had the decency to wait a few moments after you had exited the lake before trailing after.

Adrenaline pulsed through you with every step, drowning out the voice of caution long enough for you to round the corner and enter a secluded cave. It raged even higher when you heard smooth footsteps falling closer.

So when Lo’ak finally rounded the corner himself and you got another glimpse of those charming, yet currently confused, features, something inside of you snapped.

“Are you alri-”

His question melted against your lips into that sudden kiss. Although initially he let out a small sound of surprise, Lo’ak dove back into the kiss the moment his brain had caught up with what was happening.

This kiss was nothing like the sweet ones the two of you had shared as children. This was ravenous - addicting. And this time, it was you that now pushed the tension between you from taunt to absolutely filthy territory.

His lips were softer than you remembered, but created a beautiful contrast to the sharp fangs that threatened to tear into your bottom lip. When Lo’ak nipped at the flesh there in silent question you wasted no time in sliding your tongue past his plush lips.

Lo’ak tasted of the night breeze and the smoke from communal fires at dinner. Every inhale that you could spare between the battle of your lips and tongue was infused with his unique essence. Night’s whisper that could chill your bones during a summer day.

It had you fingers tangling quickly into his braids, his own hands gripping at your hips in response. And when you suddenly shoved him back against the cave wall, he submitted to your small show of strength without question. In fact, a delighted grin spread to reveal those white teeth and an animalistic glint in his eye.

Whatever bug you had caught from him, lighting your primal desires with no bounds, it seemed he had caught it too. Nothing but pure hunger and desperation in his countenance, all signs of surprise or concern washed away by the cave’s shadows.

He burned for you just as much as you did him. And a part of you, perhaps a selfish part at that, yearned to see if he was suffering even more than you have been.

So when you dove back in to reconnect your lips with ferver, your right hand caught his left wrist before it could land back on your waist. Pushing your body flush against his, you could feel the ripple of tension across his abdomen and shoulders, but he showed no signs of rebellion when you pressed his hand back against the cave wall.

His right hand mirrored the placement on the other side of him, nails digging into the rock.

In no universe would you have a chance of overpowering him physically. Neither did your actions exhibit much true force in the first place, but Lo’ak allowed you to wrestle him into your desired position.

Everybody knows I belong to you.

I belong to you.

He had every chance to spin the situation to his advantage, to finally take what he claimed to have been craving for years. But instead, it was you that got to take. Everything he had offered for you on a silver platter.

You hadn’t meant for it to be a test, but regardless he had passed with flying colors. His patience was rewarded when you dragged his left hand back to your hips and released it to explore. You had some exploring of your own to do, lips brushing down the column of his throat while finally running your knuckles over the dark lines of his tattooed sides.

The contrast of his calloused hands mapping out your soft skin was maddening. It had been a long time since someone had touched you in this way but you hadn’t realized how desperate you had become for a foreign touch. Or more specifically, for his touch. So confident and smooth yet voracious when he sought to leave the imprint of his fingertips along your hips and waist.

“Fuck yawne.” His voice was wrapped with a gravelly timbre. One that traveled straight to your core.

Such deliciously sweet torment he suffered as you bit harshly over his pulse, but Lo’ak blossomed like a flower beneath it. You could feel the way it took everything within him to not pin you to the ground and take what his body has been begging for. It was almost a more mouth watering display of strength to watch him contain his natural brawn with the veins in his arms popping, than experience the ease at which he could manhandle you.

Leaving marks along his throat was not enough anymore. It seemed this game was creating a specific suffering for you as well, the rush of your own arousal becoming borderline painful to endure. He was eager when you tugged him down for another kiss. His knees bent slightly and back curved in order to accommodate the vast height difference.

If you decided to, would he let you push him down onto his knees. A mighty warrior of both land and sea gazing up at you from a place between your thighs. His tongue only a few inches away from where you wanted it most.

The thought had your head spinning and nails digging into his shoulder blades. Lo’ak welcomed every increase of passion with just as much enthusiasm to reciprocate. However, you needed him closer. Needed to intertwine your bodies until there was no telling where you ended and he began.

Without pulling away from the kiss you steadied your hands on his shoulders and bent your knees to jump. He took the silent cue in stride, managing to capture your waist in his hands just before you leaped.

You felt as light as a feather being carried by the wind as he slowly lowered your body to slide along his chest and stomach until your legs could slink around his trimmed waist. There was no rush in the action, because for him there wasn’t any physical strain either.

He dared to push his luck just an inch further. Four fingered hands smoothed down the curve of your spine before settling at the beginning of your backside’s curve. Permission was given in the form of your tongue swirling around his devilishly. And the Omatikaya warrior did not need to be told twice before he was sinking them down further and gripping a cheek in each hand.

Your smaller hands gripped like claws in his ebony braids. And when you tugged back on them without warning, breaking the kiss, a wide grin spread over his features, accompanied by a husky laugh. Lo’ak Sully was not simply tolerating your devious attitude. He was fanning the flames to your fire, reveling in that rising heat.

And heat there was. You could feel your arousal gathering in your tewng like molten lava. Surely he too could feel it seep through the fabric as your core was pressed against his pelvis. It seemed his patience could only go so far, as he used the grip on your ass to rock you down further to where a bulge had formed in his own tewng.

It felt as if the sparks of a shooting star had rippled between you too. And you were drunk on it. Drunk on him.

As he released another groan into your mouth, you knew that you would never be able to get enough of Lo’ak Sully.

“Bro you can’t run off in the middle of a- oh sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Neteyam was turning on his heel before he had properly even entered the cave. He shuffled back out the way he came, but not before sending one last peak over his shoulder.

Your gaze remained frozen to the space it had snapped to upon being interrupted. Neteyam was gone, but that didn’t change the fact that he saw you grinding against his brother while sticking your tongue down his throat.

“Just ignore him.” Lo’ak pleaded between the open mouthed kisses he laid over your jaw.

He groaned for a less pleasant reason this time when you wiggled out of his arms. Both of your labored breathing filled the cave as he waited for your next move. His eyes shined with hope even as his lips were on the verge of turning downwards.

A similar feeling of disappointment had settled in your gut just as quickly. Regardless, there was no telling what you would do if you stayed one more second locked in this heated moment with him.

And so with red hot cheeks and a stumble to your step, you sprinted to safety.

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