#just wasting his time being alone and arrogant

[narutoandanimearemyheart]

MADARA X READER! FRIENDS TO LOVERS!

CRIMSON RED

TW: Madara being a bit of a jerk as a kid, mentions of war, fighting, and death, canon-divergence(Izuna doesn't die), minor platonic/friend Hashirama x reader, + Just Fluff

Content: Headcanons/Imagine

Madara Uchiha was the firstborn son of Tajima Uchiha and his wife. Naturally he had quite a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. He was the eldest of his brothers and the one to inherit and lead the Uchiha Clan after his father’s death.

He loved his brothers more than anything in the world, and was devastated to see them slowly falling one by one.. on HIS watch. It made him feel physically ill.

About a few months after one of his brothers died, Madara went to the forest to find a nearby stream to clear his head, and get away from the somber atmosphere of the Uchiha Clan Compound.

That’s when he noticed you.

You were all by yourself trying to perform some sort of fire style jutsu as it seemed. He had to bite back a scoff and walked over to you. Madras was never the nicest kid, and he could be very blunt and mean when he wanted to be, so naturally when he approached you he said “Your form is sloppy, and your chakra control is just terrible.”

What a wonderful first impression.

You were severely annoyed by him. Who was this random boy to just come here and critique you like he was better than you?!

The truth was that Madara was better than you. Way better than you. You however thought you could challenge him to a spar to show him how wrong he is.. and well he wiped the floor with you. Like.. wiped the floor. At the end of the spar you probably had twisted at least a few bones.

Madara spoke smugly “I told you so. You’re a weakling, you’ve got to train harder than that if you expect to beat me in a sparring match in your lifetime.” You glared at him and spoke sharply “I swear to you! One day I will beat you in a sparring match! You’ll regret underestimating me, you annoying jerk! How can anyone stand to be around you?!”

Madara scoffed and walked off “Yeah sure, whatever you say. But hey, at least I can do a basic fire style jutsu, unlike you who struggles with a jutsu I mastered by the time I was 7.”

You couldn’t really beat that, so you’d head off to train harder and prove yourself to this arrogant prick of a guy. Madara would secretly come and watch you from afar in the forest(half of him knows it’s creepy, the other half is in serious denial)

But of course you catch him watching you and you speak mockingly to him “What is it you stupid looking hedgehog? Why are you watching me like a creep? No one likes creeps.” Madara’s eye twitched “Are you kidding? I was just checking in on you to make sure you didn’t die or something.” He said nonchalantly.

Yeah sure Madara. Whatever you say. You spoke to him annoyed “Look how about we come to a deal. If you teach me how to be better at fire style jutsu’s then we can both just leave each other alone after that, how does it sound?” Madara narrowed his eyes and thought about it. “No. I don’t want to waste my time training a loser like you.”

You walked away in a huff and then Madara rolled his eyes “Wait! Fine.. I’ll teach you some basics.. but that’s it!” You smirked, this would be fun.

It wasn’t fun. Not for you but for Madara.

He had a lot of good excuses to beat you up, and he always went all out during training. But he was actually a rather good teacher. He taught the forms very excellently, and he was surprisingly patient, until he went and said that you were probably dropped on top of your head multiple times as a baby.

But when you actually did start to understand and become proficient in ninjutsu Madara was pleased. You thanked him for his help and said that you both didn’t have to meet anymore, but Madara was too intrigued by you to simply just leave you be like that.

“You sure? I mean wouldn’t you like to become proficient in genjutsu and Taijutsu as well? Not just ninjutsu, I mean you’d have a higher chance of surviving out there.” You accepted his offer with much thought, you had to admit that after a few weeks of training with Madara he had sort of grown on you.. in an odd way.

And so the friendship between you two began to blossom. You both trained together, and constantly practiced your skills together. You’d meet each other regularly in the forest and spend all of the afternoon together. Both of you didn’t have to say it, but you two were friends, and close friends as well.

Madara would often show his care for you by phrasing it as insults, but he was genuinely concerned for your well being. “If you don’t get a good amount of sleep you’ll drop dead in the middle of a battle and get finished off by your enemy.” What a wholesome boy Madara is.

You eventually meet Hashirama and at first you think “Wow.. this poor boy with that awful haircut.” But you actually hit off very well with him. Hashirama is a very friendly person and you both grow rather close. You two sometimes even gang up on Madara when he’s in one of his moods, much to the Uchiha’s distaste.

The three do you would train together in the forests and you and Hashirama would constantly be on the receiving end of Madara’s anger, but hey, you guys liked being in each others company and that’s all that matters.

Everything was going perfectly.. until you learnt that Madara and Hashirama were from two enemy clans. Their fathers had intervened and their friendship had been discovered thus breaking the friendship between the three of you. You felt rather lonely without your close friends and you didn’t get to see either because you felt like if you spoke to one you’d be betraying the other. You didn’t want to choose sides.

Even though Madara had to focus more and more on taking more roles and responsibility in the Uchiha Clan, he couldn’t help but think back to you. How were you doing.. what were you thinking right now, did you even miss him at all?

Those were the thoughts that consumed his mind, the thoughts that he desperately sought to be rid of, but just couldn’t. How had he gotten so enamoured with you? You shouldn’t even be worth his time and yet his mind is always full of you.

As the battle rages on and on, Madara almost loses the life of his brother. That is until a familiar face steps in. It was you. You stepped forward in between the Senju and Uchiha offering to heal his brother, and of course he let you.

You did as you said you would and healed Izuna of his injuries, in turn saving his soon. Soon after a peace treaty would be negotiated with the Senju and Uchiha, with Hashirama and Madara at the forefront as the heads of the two clans.

Soon you find your friendship with the two of them rebuilding. The friendly and playful banter between you three so natural and familiar. You had missed this.

How ever there was something different between you and Madara. The way you both would look at each other, how much time you’d spend together, the subtle touches, it was clear, well to Hashirama but not you two.

Madara couldn’t help but toss and turn at night. Now his feelings for you had become even more confusing. He didn’t view you as simply a friend.. no that was too casual. His feelings for you surpassed that. The way that his heart started to beat faster in his chest when you were close to him. How he became happier at the thought of spending time with you. The rage he felt whenever someone or something hurt you. That’s when it hit him.

He was in love. With you.

After this self revelation, Madara wanted to work on confessing to you. He was a very straightforward and blunt person and he’d most certainly be blunt about this as well, but he had to play this right. He couldn’t just walk up to you and blurt out that he loved you. No. He needed to do something.

He'd act normal with you while you were hanging out, but you noticed he seemed to act a bit different, like he was keeping a secret from you. You never directly confronted him about it, knowing he'd probably get defensive, but you did notice it.

When Madara told you that he wanted to meet up with you in the evening you weren't all that confused, but you were interested at the same time. Was he finally going to speak about his odd behaviour? You'd just have to find out. You walked up to Madara who had a stoic look on his face, but you could see something else in his eyes.. hesitation.. nervousness.. and something else you couldn't quite pinpoint.

You asked him curiously “So why did you ask to meet me at this time? We don't usually meet up this late.” Madara spoke in a calm tone “I’ve been thinking about you.. and our relationship with each other.. and I’ve come to realise something" He paused for a few seconds, his cheeks were tinted pink, and he was looking anywhere but you. "My feelings for you go beyond that of.. a regular friendship.” You were stunned. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Did he actually have feelings for you?

“Now don’t get a big head when I tell you this.. but even during the years we didn’t see each other, you consumed my mind, my thoughts, and emotions. And now that the village has been built and peace established I want us to explore this connection with each other.. that’s if you feel the same way.” You didn’t respond for a few seconds before you spoke “Yeah.. uh.. yeah. I feel the same way, let’s do it.” Now you sounded reluctant but on the inside this is what you’ve been wanting for so long.

So then after the confession you and Madara slowly ease intoa romantic relationship which is a whirlpool on its own entirely. Madara as a significant other is different from a friend, because now that you’ve gotten into a romantic relationship he’s confused on if he should still treat he like he did when your relationship with each other was still purely platonic or act more “romantic” with you.

He wants to act more romantic with you but he can sometimes struggle. It’s not easy to get him to open up about his emotions and express vulnerability in such a way. You are thankfully very patient with him. At the beginning of your relationship, you often have to initiate physical contact and all the other “Lovey-Dovey” stuff.

Madara tries, but he’s not very used to being that physically affectionate with anyone, often preferring to show his love for you by doing things for you or protecting you. He was a man of few words, yet by the way he looked at you, you could easily see how much he loved you. The tender look in his eyes when he was staring at you did not go unnoticed by you.

After some time(about a few good months) he eventually starts to become more comfortable and open with showing affection, often even initiating it by himself. From gently intertwining your fingers when you both were in private by yourselves and having the most stoic look on his face, but the light dust of pink on his cheeks were visible.

He still threw around snarky remarks with you, that was just a part of the playful banter you shared with him. Don’t be surprised if you fall asleep and wake up to him next to your side sleeping peacefully as well. He’s gotten quite attached to you, even more than he already had though he still refuses to admit it.

One day when you were in the Uchiha Clan Compound looking at some scrolls with him, he had a pensive expression on his face, and you asked him what was the matter, but the next three words he said were so blunt. “I love you.” You almost thought you heard him wrong for a second, “What..?” Madara looked unusually nervous but determined at the same time. “I love you.. and I mean it. I’m an Uchiha.. and trust me, if we say we love you, we mean it.”

You felt your heart start to flutter in your chest as you responded to him “Oh.. well I love you too. Even if you can be a bit of a grouch.” Madara scoffed, but you could see the smile on his face, and it was oddly very visible. Since that day you and Madara had become even more inseparable than you already were.

Madara had already made up his mind a long time ago, he was going to marry you and he didn’t care as to what his clan would say, you were the only person that he had ever loved this much. Now all he was thinking about was how he was going to propose to you. You were an orphan and your family was dead, so he couldn’t arrange a betrothal ceremony with your family. He decided he’d just ask you one day, but it would have to be in a place that had meaning for the both of you.. he wanted it to be perfect, he was going to be serious about this.

Yeah. He’s sweating buckets. What if you say no to him? That has got to be his worst fear. Madara had taken you out to the spot where the two had met all of those years ago, casually brushing off any questions you had, dismissing it as him just wanting to have a quiet evening within the comfort of nature with you. The two of you both stood side by side observing the stars and the moon when he started to speak. He had a somewhat far away look in his eyes as he spoke.

"You've always been one of the few people that have really caught my interest.. even all those years ago when we first met in that forest.. there was just something about you, that I could not bring myself to simply ignore. To me.. you've always been special." You let a soft smile appear on your face listening to his words, it wasn't that often that he got this vulnerable with you, and when he did, it meant he was comfortable with you.

"The two of us have had our fair share of arguments and disagreements but.. even still you kept coming back. No matter how stubborn or tough I was, you still kept coming back, and that was a devotion I thought one would only have towards their own family or spouse.. you have always been by my side through everything, even when I pushed you away, no matter how awkward I was.. or distant, you were always there, you always came back to me, and now I really do see that type of devotion is that of which one would have for their spouse.. which is why I want you by my side, now and forever. Y/N, will you marry me?"

You froze in shock, was he seriously asking you this? You loved him with all your heart, but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you of all people? This fearsome and ruthless man chose you. He may have appeared rough on the outside but he was the most loving person you knew deep down, and you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, loving him, and being loved by him. A small smile appeared on your face "Yes, I accept." Madara internally sighed in relief, but appeared casual, even though he had a wide smile on his face.

"Of course you did. I'd be surprised if you said no." You rolled your eyes yet the smile remained on your face "Don't be arrogant now, I bet you were probably sweating buckets." He chuckled slightly "Okay, you've got me there, I've been planning this for months." You were about to give a teasing reply when you noticed a red gleam in his eyes and realized that he had activated his sharingan.

"Why have you activated your sharingan?" He looked at you surprised. "Oh.. well sometimes when Uchiha's feel deep love, our sharingan activates, even if we don't intend it too." You smiled and teasingly said "I guess this means you love me a lot doesn't it?" He scoffed but didn't deny anything. "You know.. your eyes are a beautiful shade of red.. crimson red." You spoke softly, always enamoured by the beauty of the Sharingan. "Crimson red huh? I guess it suits us." "It really does." Madara slowly leaned in, and so did you until your lips connected in a sweet, love-filled kiss. There was one thing that was certain, the Uchiha Clan was a clan of love and passion, and no Uchiha loved more fiercely than Madara Uchiha. His power came from the Sharingan, which was powered by his love. Love is passionate, and it is fierce, which is why the Sharingan is crimson red, especially his.

[mrrharper]

Desperation In College

Mike needed to change his life. With his third year of college beginning, he felt like he was wasting his valuable time on Earth. No friends, no real hobbies, no plan for the future. He was passing classes and progressing through his degree thanks to inertia alone.

So it was no surprise that when he saw a bizarre ad online for a pair of "life changing" underwear, he bought it instantly. 24 hours later a package arrived and he eagerly opened it. Inside he saw a jockstrap with the words Under Armour clearly visible. For a moment he doubted what he read on the advertisement - it was only a pair of underwear, and a type he never bought or wore himself. But he shrugged these doubts off, saying to himself that it wouldn't hurt trying them on.

For the next two days he wore only the UA jockstrap. It took a moment getting used to being so exposed underneath his pants, but... it was fine after a while. As the second full day was coming to an end Mike noted that his life has not yet experienced a "dramatic, 180 degrees turn you need to experience". But it was still a decent pair of underwear.

It was dark outside and he contemplated going to bed, but realized he hadn't jerked off in a while, and thus had some pent up horny energy within him. He sat down on his bed and leaned against the wall. Then he started massaging his member through the jockstrap with his left hand and looking for his phone with his right. But before he did, he felt a weird sensation around his bulge. As his cock got harder, the material around it began moving and after just a few seconds it looked like Mike's jockstrap was rubbing itself against his dick, jacking him off. The waves of pleasure that hit Mike immediately after, completely overwhelming him.

The jockstrap sped up its movements and Mike closed his eyes, experiencing pure bliss. While his senses were on the verge of shutting down he did not see his whole body quickly inflating, bulk appearing everywhere. His arms and legs got thicker, his pecs turned into meaty pillows, his stomach muscles appeared underneath them, veins popped out on his shoulders and neck.

Mike's hand instinctively moved towards his bulge and he began helping his seemingly sentient jockstrap in massaging his cock, which throughout this transformation got at least 3 inches longer.

With this much stimulation it didn't take long before Mike experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, cum covering his dick, which was tightly enclosed by the jockstrap. He slowly stood up, his mind mostly blank. He went into the bathroom and the moment he saw himself in the mirror, a cocky grin appeared on his face and he began flexing his newly acquired muscles.

The thing was, for him they were not "newly acquired" because Mike no longer existed. In his place was MJ, vice president of the Alpha Psi Delta fraternity, known by everyone on campus. He was a star receiver on the football team who never showed up to class. Instead, he spent time banging as many chicks as he could in empty rooms. Then at night, he had his ass pounded by a few of his frat bros, of course after proudly saying the phrase "no homo", which was then followed by some aggressive anal sex. He was dumb as a pile of rocks, frequently violent, arrogant and crude, a cocky grin always on his face.

He was exactly the same as all of his bros, basically a copy of every other jock on campus. And he absolutely loved it.

[thirteenheavens]

okaaay, so I've been obsessed with yunho and san for a while now, and I've had this idea where reader is dating hj but is secretly obsessing over san and yunho so hj has this little plan where he makes sure yh and san hear them have sex, and catches them peaking so he let's them join in and fuck his gf 🫣

I love this anon I did this as a part 1 so if you guys want part 2 let me know :D

You had been dating Hongjoong for a while, but there was always something that felt off. You couldn't put your finger on it, but you found yourself constantly thinking about two of his bandmates, Yunho and San.

Hongjoong had noticed the way you looked at them, and he wasn't happy about it. He was determined to keep you to himself, to make sure you stayed loyal to him.

One night, after a particularly intense lovemaking session, Hongjoong decided to take matters into his own hands. He wanted to prove to you that he was the only one who could satisfy you, and he wanted to show you the consequences of disloyalty.

As you both lay in bed, catching your breath, Hongjoong leaned in close to your ear.

"I know about your little obsession with Yunho and San," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

You froze, your eyes widening in shock. You hadn't thought anyone knew about your secret fantasies, let alone Hongjoong.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly pleased that he had caught you off guard.

"Don't look so surprised," he said, his hand trailing down your body. "I've seen the way you look at them. The way your eyes linger a little too long, the way your breath hitches when they're around."

Hongjoong wasted no time in flipping you over, maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he positioned himself between your legs.

"You're going to show them who you belong to," he growled, his voice rough with possessiveness.

Hongjoong pushed into you with a forceful thrust, filling you up completely. He leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as he began to move.

"I want them to hear you," he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "I want them to hear how good I make you feel, how you scream my name."

Hongjoong's pace was relentless, his hips slamming against yours with a possessive urgency. He wanted to claim you, to make sure there was no doubt in your mind who you belonged to.

And as he pounded into you from behind, you couldn't help but let out a series of moans and whimpers, your body responding to his every touch.

As your moans grew louder, you heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes widening in panic as you realized that Yunho and San were about to walk in on you.

Hongjoong didn't slow down, if anything he sped up his pace, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he pulled you back against him.

"Let them see," he growled in your ear. "Let them see how good I'm making you feel."

The bedroom door creaked open, and you heard Yunho and San's footsteps stop just inside the room. They were both frozen in shock, their eyes fixed on the sight of you being taken by Hongjoong from behind.

Hongjoong didn't seem bothered by their presence, if anything he seemed to relish in it. He let out a low groan, his hips snapping against yours as he continued to pound into you.

"That's it, baby," he grunted, his voice loud enough for Yunho and San to hear. "Let them hear how wet you are for me."

You could feel their eyes on you, their gazes burning into your skin as they watched Hongjoong claim you. You couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and arousal, knowing that they were witnessing your most intimate moments.

Hongjoong seemed to sense your embarrassment, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear again.

"Don't be shy," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "They're here to watch, to see what a good girl you are for me."

Yunho and San stood there, their expressions a mix of shock and desire. They couldn't tear their eyes away from the scene in front of them, their bodies responding to the sounds and sights of you and Hongjoong together.

Hongjoong continued to pound into you, his thrusts growing more and more intense. He reached around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in tight circles as he sought to push you over the edge.

"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Come for me while they watch."

You couldn't help but obey, your moans growing louder and more desperate as Hongjoong's touch pushed you closer to the edge. The knowledge that Yunho and San were watching you only added to your arousal, making your body burn with desire.

You could hear their breaths quicken, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body moved against yours. They were clearly affected by the sight of you being dominated by their bandmate.

Hongjoong leaned back, pulling you up against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. His arms wrapped around your body, holding you tight against him as he whispered filthy things in your ear.

"Look at them," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "Look at the way they're watching you. They can't take their eyes off you, can't resist the way you look when you're being taken like this."

You forced yourself to meet their gazes, your eyes locking with Yunho's and then San's. They were both visibly aroused, their eyes dark with desire as they watched you writhe and moan in Hongjoong's arms.

Yunho's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. San's breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you being claimed by his bandmate.

As you looked at them, you could see the conflict in their eyes. They wanted to look away, to give you and Hongjoong some semblance of privacy, but they were too entranced by the scene in front of them.

Hongjoong smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on both you and his bandmates. He nipped at your earlobe, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke.

"They want you," he whispered, his voice laced with arrogance. "They're both so hard just from watching you."

As if on cue, a needy whimper escaped your lips. The knowledge that Yunho and San were so turned on by the sight of you, by the way you were being taken by Hongjoong, only made your arousal stronger.

Hongjoong chuckled in your ear, his chest vibrating against your back. "That's it, baby," he said, his voice low and encouraging. "Let them hear how desperate you are for me."

Your whimpers grew louder, punctuated by moans and gasps as Hongjoong continued to pound into you. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

Yunho and San shifted uncomfortably, their hands clenching and unclenching at their sides as they struggled to control themselves. They wanted to touch you, to feel your skin beneath their hands, but they knew they weren't allowed.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. "Please, I need more."

Hongjoong's eyes flashed with satisfaction at your words. He loved hearing you beg, loved knowing that he was the one who had reduced you to a needy, desperate mess.

He leaned in to nibble at your earlobe again, his breath hot against your skin. "More what, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you need."

"Your fingers," you gasped, your body arching against his. "I need your fingers on my clit."

Hongjoong chuckled, his lips curving into a smirk. "Such a needy little thing," he teased, his hand moving down to circle your clit again.

He began to rub you in earnest, his fingers moving in quick, tight circles as he continued to pound into you from behind.

You cried out as he touched you, the combined stimulation of his cock and his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was trembling, your muscles clenching and unclenching as you struggled to hold on.

Yunho and San watched with hungry eyes, their own bodies tense with arousal. They were clearly struggling to control themselves, their hands balled into fists as they watched Hongjoong bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Are you close, baby?" Hongjoong growled in your ear, his fingers moving even faster against your clit. "Are you going to come for me, in front of them?"

You could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built inside you. You were so close, so desperately close, and you knew that it wouldn't take much more to push you over the edge.

Hongjoong could sense your approaching climax, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips snapping against yours with renewed vigor. His fingers never stopped moving against your clit, rubbing and circling in a way that had you seeing stars.

"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice rough with need. "Let go. Let me see you come undone."

You couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry, you tipped over the edge, your body convulsing as you came hard around Hongjoong's cock.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him, the sensation causing him to let out a low groan of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own release.

Yunho and San watched with wide eyes, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they watched you come undone in Hongjoong's arms.

As your orgasm subsided, you slumped against Hongjoong, your body limp and spent. He held you close, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he continued to move inside you.

"Good girl," he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "You did so well, baby."

He was close now, his hips stuttering as he neared his own release. His breathing was ragged, his grip on you almost painful as he sought to find his own release.

With a final, deep thrust, Hongjoong came inside you, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into you. He let out a low groan, his face buried in your neck as he rode out his orgasm.

Yunho and San watched in awe, their eyes fixed on the way Hongjoong's body tensed and trembled as he came. They were both clearly aroused, their bodies tense with need as they watched the scene unfold before them.

As Hongjoong came down from his high, he slowly pulled out of you, a satisfied smirk on his face. He looked over at Yunho and San, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Enjoy the show, boys?" he asked, his voice low and smug.

Yunho and San could only nod, their eyes still fixed on you as you lay sprawled on the bed, panting and flushed from your orgasm. They looked like they were barely holding themselves together, their bodies tense with desire.

"Now, it's your turn," Hongjoong said, turning his gaze back to you. "Which one of them do you want first, baby?"

[shyoko]

Hiiii, omg I love your writings soooooo much. Big big congratulations to the many followers.<3 I just wanted to ask of you could do a new sunoo smut if you have the time...maybe the reader and sunoo are artcollege students and the reader had much to do and works a lot and then it comes to sunoo eating out Y/N? That would be so nicee:33 I Luv uu<33

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You weren't supposed to look at him, talk to him, let alone feel something for him.

But then he showed up, smiled… and everything you weren’t supposed to do stopped mattering.

His eyes were fixed on you as he placed his hands on your desk, trapping you between his arms. Instantly, your body tensed as Sunoo’s lips dangerously approached your ear.

“You look really pretty today,” he whispered, and his warm breath brushed your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t waste a second before pushing him away forcefully. What you didn’t expect was that losing his warmth would feel more uncomfortable than you imagined.

“Back off, Sunoo. I’m not your friend or anything like that, so keep your distance,” you snapped, annoyed.

That’s just how he was: affectionate, with a sugary smile that made you want to like him without even meaning to. And as much as part of you longed to let him treat you that way… you couldn’t allow it.

“Why are you always so cold to me?” he asked, approaching again, though this time keeping some distance. “Do you really hate me that much?”

His gaze was heavy, as if carrying a silent sadness. Something inside your chest tightened. Your mind started to play tricks on you, blaming you for being so harsh. But you quickly drowned that guilt.

You had always wondered what it would feel like to be free. To choose what you wanted. But to your family, you were just another tool. A piece in their game for power. All they cared about was victory. Prestige. Money.

And you?

You just followed their rules. Because they never gave you another option.

You grew up surrounded by paintbrushes, galleries, and empty applause.

But also the weight of expectations you never asked for.

They built an empire where humanity had no place.

They were arrogant, egocentric, always thinking only of themselves.

And you… you learned to stay silent, to smile when needed, to stand out by obligation.

But deep down, you don’t know who you are outside of all that.

You only know that you’re tired.

Tired of pretending to be fine in a place that was never yours.

For years, your family was number one—in sales, in awards, even recognized as the most influential company in the art world. But that whole empire, built with so much effort, crumbled overnight. And although it seemed impossible for such a big company to fall so fast, you all knew that if you didn’t act soon, it would vanish like dust.

And what caused it?

Simple: the new company owned by the Kim family.

It appeared overnight, and with its arrival, you went from first place... to second.

And when they found out the youngest son of the Kim family would attend the same art university as you, it became strictly forbidden to talk to him.

The most important thing was for you to get the highest grades, to stand out, to be noticed. That way, people would become interested in you, your art, and little by little, the family business would climb back to where, according to them, it belonged.

At first, you thought having no contact with him would be easy. Until he showed up. And sat right next to you, starting a sweet conversation about how excited he was to begin.

You found him adorable. And handsome. Very handsome. But above all, irritatingly sweet.

Ignoring him became fucking hard when that boy seemed desperate to talk every few seconds. It was simply impossible to keep him quiet…

Well, you knew there were two ways to manage that.

Your hands grabbed a frosted cookie sitting on your desk, ready to enjoy it before Sunoo arrived. With the cookie in hand, you shoved it into his mouth while he was mid-sentence, forcing him to chew.

That was the first technique to keep him quiet: keep his mouth busy with food.

Some frosting smudged on his nose, making you giggle involuntarily. He quickly joined in.

The moment shattered as the teacher walked into the room.

You both sat down next to each other while the teacher began organizing the materials for class. Internally, you cursed yourself for laughing with him. If your parents found out… you didn’t even want to imagine.

You envied Sunoo a little. His parents let him be himself and talk to the daughter of their rivals. You wished yours were that permissive.

“Good morning, class. Since we have two back-to-back sessions today, I’ve come up with a fun activity,” the professor announced, walking around.

“As you know, we’ve worked with several drawing techniques, as well as canvases and different surfaces to paint on. Today, you’ll use body paint and work on someone else’s skin.” He sat again and continued, “Yesterday, I made the pairs at home to save time, so I’ll call them out now. Grab your paint and spread out around the room. Then pick a body part—hands, arms, whatever you like—and your partner will paint whatever comes to mind.”

“Understood?” Everyone nodded. “Perfect. Here come the pairs.”

The professor began calling out names. More and more people were paired up, yet your name and Sunoo’s hadn’t come up. Until…

“Y/N with Sunghoon.”

A sigh escaped Sunoo’s lips, as if annoyed by the choice.

“And finally, Sunoo with Liz.” His already furrowed brow deepened.

“Alright, get to work,” the professor said.

You stood up, scanning the room for Sunghoon… but he was nowhere to be seen. Next to you, Sunoo was doing the same—no sign of Liz either.

“Well, looks like my partner didn’t show up, and yours didn’t either. So…” He grinned mischievously.

You ignored him and went to the teacher.

“Excuse me, my partner isn’t here, so…”

“Mine either. What a coincidence. We should pair up, right, professor?” Sunoo cut in behind you.

“Yes, you two can partner up. Those who missed today will work together next time,” the professor responded.

Your blood boiled. You couldn’t believe how shameless Sunoo was. Every day, staying away from him became harder.

You both grabbed the paint and sat in a corner of the room.

“What do you think about starting with me?” he asked with a playful smile.

You nodded, not wanting to say much. The less you spoke, the better.

“Alright, I want you to paint my back,” he added, still smiling.

You froze. His back? That meant he’d have to take off his shirt. Absolutely not.

“I’m not painting your back,” you said flatly, no hint of humor.

His smile faded.

“Why not?” he asked with a slight pout.

“Because I don’t want to. Why not just pick your arm?” you tried to reason.

“I’ve already decided. It’s my choice where,” he replied.

You huffed, tired of his persistence.

Sunoo lifted his shirt—not all the way, just enough to expose his back—and turned, giving you a perfect view.

His skin looked soft, almost velvety, and your fingers itched to touch it, feel its warmth…

Stop. You needed to focus.

With tense nerves, you scooped some paint onto a palette, dipped the brush, and loaded it carefully.

Your eyes returned to his back. For a moment, your body stopped responding.

“Are you going to start sometime today, sweetheart?” he asked impatiently, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Stop moving and I will,” you snapped, gently pushing his shoulders forward.

The moment your skin touched his, you both flinched. Goosebumps rose instantly. You’d never had physical contact with him before, aside from the occasional accidental bump… and this was too much.

His back twitched with every stroke, reacting to the contrast between the cool paint and the warmth of his skin. The brush glided smoothly, more like a caress than painting. Each motion tickled him slightly, but he did his best to stay still.

Your hand moved on its own, guided by instinct. Gradually, colors blended, lines formed. You were completely focused… until he broke the silence.

“Can I drink some water?”

The question was so sudden that you blinked a few times before nodding. As he sipped from the bottle, you stretched your arms and shoulders, your muscles aching from holding the same position.

“Can you take a picture so I can see how it’s turning out?” he asked innocently, handing you your phone.

You took it without a word, unlocking it quickly. He turned slightly, once again offering that perfect view of his back. You opened the camera and snapped the picture.

“Done,” you said, showing him the screen.

He took the phone gently, smiling as he admired the image.

“I love it! Can you send it to me?”

He said it casually, but there was something else in his eyes. He knew exactly what that meant: you'd have to exchange numbers.

You sighed, about to refuse, but before you could, Sunoo snatched the phone and held it out of reach.

“Give it back!” you yelled, frustrated, trying to grab it as he dodged you with playful ease.

You barely saw what he was doing through the spinning and stumbling… until you finally got your phone back—only to see he’d saved himself as “Hot Guy” and sent the image to himself… with a heart.

Your body tensed instantly.

The air thickened around you. Panic clawed at your chest. Your parents could see every message you sent and received. According to them, it was “for safety”—to protect you, and the company’s image.

If they saw that…

Your trembling fingers tried to delete the message, but nerves made you clumsy. Wrong menus, closing the app, reopening… nothing worked.

“What’s wrong?” Sunoo asked, his tone now worried as he saw your pale face and wide eyes. “Don’t like the nickname? You can change it if—”

“Shut the hell up, Sunoo!” you snapped, voice cracking. “You… you don’t understand anything.”

Without waiting for a response, you ran out of the classroom.

Out in the hallway, you immediately resumed your desperate attempt to delete the message. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing worked. The system seemed frozen—or maybe the universe was just against you.

Each passing second made your heart pound harder. Your hands shook, and a wave of anxiety crept into every corner of your body, leaving you breathless.

And just when you felt like you were about to collapse, a pair of warm, comforting arms gently wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”

You didn’t have the strength to push him away. You didn’t want to. You needed that contact—that moment of humanity. You needed to feel like you weren’t alone.

“Let me help you. I know how to delete those messages in this kind of situation,” he whispered near your ear, his tenderness almost breaking something inside you.

Without a word, you handed him the phone. Then, you slowly pulled away from his chest and slid down to the floor, hugging your knees tightly. The cold of the hallway clashed with the lingering warmth on your skin from his embrace.

Sunoo sat beside you in silence, and without asking, he draped an arm over your shoulders, gently pulling you closer. Your body gave in to the gesture. You knew you shouldn’t be there, knew what it meant, what it implied… but it had been so long since someone hugged you. So long since anyone truly cared.

“All done,” he said softly, showing you the screen. “It’s deleted. No trace of the message. Nothing they can find.”

He looked at you with a sweetness that almost hurt. With one hand, he wiped away the tears sliding silently down your cheeks.

“Forgive me, Y/N.”

His eyes, filled with guilt, locked onto yours.

“I mean it.”

And for the first time in a long while, someone said those words… and you believed them.

The bell rang, marking the end of class. You gently moved away from him, though deep down, you wanted to stay a little longer.

“Thank you.”

It was just one word—small, simple… but heavier than anything you’d said to him before.

He smiled, satisfied.

“You still have my number. Call me if you need anything.”

With that signature smile of his—sweet, light, almost impossible to ignore—he got up and walked back into the classroom.

You stayed in the hallway for a few more seconds, making sure your tears were completely gone before anyone could see you like that. Just as you were about to stand up, Sunoo appeared again, this time with your backpack over one shoulder and his over the other. He carefully placed yours beside you without saying another word… and left.

On your way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. About his smile, the softness of his voice, the warmth of his hug… the way he made you feel seen, cared for, even if only for a few minutes.

Why, out of all the boys in the world, did it have to be him?

Him, who was part of the reason your life had become a living hell.

Him, whose family had triggered your family’s downfall, turning you into nothing but a tool to recover what was lost.

Before, your mother at least pretended to care. Now, she was just a cold, manipulative figure obsessed with control. And you… stuck between guilt and duty.

When you got home, you collapsed on your bed without even changing. You silently prayed that your parents would never find those messages.

That they would never know about that small moment of weakness… of freedom.

And as the weight of sadness wrapped around you, your eyes slowly closed.

Finally, your body found rest.

Even if only for a moment.

Even if only in dreams.

You opened your eyes before the alarm went off. Something inside you wouldn’t let you fully rest. You got up, got ready for class, and as you packed your backpack, a cold emptiness rushed through your body.

Your final project was missing.

The very same project that defined your most important grade of the semester. The one that would decide whether you passed the course. The one you had worked on for weeks, late into the night. It was gone.

It wasn’t in its folder. Nor on your desk. Nor anywhere in your room.

Anxiety flooded you again like a storm. You took a deep breath. No. You couldn’t fall apart. 

Maybe you had just forgotten it in the classroom. You had to stay calm.

So you ran out the door, hope clinging to your chest like a lifeline.

Your hands searched frantically through your locker, then the art room, and finally your desk. Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The project was nowhere to be found.

And your heartbeat, increasingly erratic, pounded like an internal alarm you couldn’t silence. Sunoo appeared and sat beside you, like every morning. He wore that warm, carefree smile of his… until he saw your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, and without waiting for a reply, his hand found yours, gently caressing it, as if touch was his way of grounding you.

“No.” Your voice trembled.

“My final project is gone. It’s due Friday morning.”

Sunoo’s expression changed instantly. His smile disappeared, replaced by a serious, almost protective look.

“What do you mean it’s gone?” he asked, frowning. “Are you sure?” “I don’t know. I had it yesterday, I brought it with me… and this morning it was just gone. I checked everywhere. It’s nowhere.”Your voice cracked on the last word.

Sunoo took your hand in both of his and squeezed it tightly, as if trying to transfer some of his calm to you.

 “It’s okay. We’ll find it. I promise.” And then he smiled again—that smile of his that seemed able to break down any wall you put up.

That expression again. That damn sweetness.

How was it possible that just his presence could soothe you, even though you were still caught in the same disaster?

Class went by surprisingly fast. Before you even realized it, recess had arrived. You and Sunoo immediately launched into your mission: to find the missing project.

You retraced all the classrooms you’d been in the day before, checked your locker once more, and discreetly went through desk after desk, in case someone had stolen it and hidden it there.

Nothing.

A heavy sigh escaped from both of you at the same time, as if the exhaustion and frustration had synced within your bodies.

“I can’t believe I have to redo that project in just two days…” you complained, running both hands through your hair, clearly desperate. “What if I don’t have enough time?”You couldn’t stop blaming yourself. The anxiety clouded your thinking.

“I don’t know what else to say… We’ve looked everywhere and there’s no trace. It’s like the earth swallowed it whole,” he replied, mimicking your gesture and brushing his hair away from his face.

“Are you sure you didn’t go somewhere else? Or maybe you accidentally left it at home?” he asked, as if that were the last possible option.

“I’ll check again when I get home, but I’m sure I brought it. I haven’t seen it since yesterday.”

Your gaze dropped to the floor, helpless.

Then you felt a gentle weight on your shoulder.

Sunoo’s head had softly leaned against you, as if his closeness could ease the tension. A current of electricity ran down your spine.

And without warning, his lips brushed your neck.

A brief touch. Warm. Intimate.

Your skin tingled instantly, and you slowly turned your face, meeting his eyes locked onto yours.

He said nothing.

His gaze dropped to your lips for a few seconds that felt eternal. The world around you disappeared.

His hand caressed your cheek with a tenderness that made you hold your breath, and he leaned in closer, until your lips were just a breath apart.

And just then, your phone rang.

The name on the screen: Mom.

Everything froze.

The warmth that had filled you instantly turned to ice.

Your once relaxed body tensed up again.

It was a message:

“I’ve found out something I’m not the least bit happy about. We’ll talk as soon as you get home.”

And once again, that stabbing feeling in your chest. In life, there are people who make you feel safe, seen, like you can breathe without fear… like Sunoo.

And then there are the others. The ones who make you feel like a burden, a mistake, a mere pawn in a game of power. Like your mother.

Your expression darkened instantly, but before you could react, Sunoo took your phone with determination and slipped it into your backpack.

Without giving you time to think.

And then, as if he were the answer to all your inner chaos, his lips found yours.

He kissed you.

And he did it with a sweetness that almost broke you. His lips were exactly how you’d imagined them… soft, gentle, yet sure. His hands on your cheeks pulled you closer, guiding the moment with tenderness.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck, completely losing yourself in him. The kiss deepened until the lack of air forced you apart.

Your face turned red instantly. Sunoo let out a soft laugh at your reaction.

“And now you’re getting shy?” he asked, gently brushing your cheek with his fingertips.

And just then, the door burst open. A flood of students entered the classroom, filling the space with voices, footsteps, and noise. You and Sunoo separated and quickly returned to your seats, though the tension still buzzed between you like a string no one dared to cut. A few seconds later, the teacher entered.

“We’re going to continue with the activity from last class. This time, the ones who were painted will now do the painting.”

The pairs began moving around when a firm hand grabbed your wrist and spun you around. It was Sunghoon.

“They told me I was paired with you,” he said casually, holding the supplies in one hand and guiding you with the other to the far side of the room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sunoo’s irritated voice cut through the air like a knife. You’d never heard him like that. And certainly never seen that look in his eyes.

“What do you mean what am I doing?” Sunghoon turned around, surprised. “I’m going to paint Y/N. The teacher said so.”

But before he could take another step, Sunoo grabbed your hand and pulled you to his side with unexpected firmness.

“Too bad you didn’t show up the other day. If you hadn’t missed it, you would’ve had your chance. But not anymore,” he said with a not-so-innocent smile, guiding you away from him.

He took you to a quiet corner of the classroom and gently sat you down. You couldn’t help but laugh. The situation was so ridiculous it felt like something out of a comedy.

“Did you seriously just fight over me like you’re five and arguing over candy?” He laughed with you, completely unbothered.

“I didn’t want him touching you.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And your heart skipped a beat.

By the end of class, you had a painting of butterflies on your thigh. When you got up to leave, Sunoo, with his habit of never letting you go easily, gently pushed you back into the chair and took out his phone.

“Let me take a photo of your… thighs, I mean, the butterflies,” he joked. You laughed at his words and let him take the picture.

After that, you gathered your things, and the two of you headed toward the exit.

“Well, see you tomorrow…” you said, but the air between you turned dense, an uncomfortable silence wrapping around you both.

“Yeah…” he replied, his voice hesitant. You didn’t know whether to go for a hug, a fist bump, or… maybe something more. Everything felt so strange.

Then, as if he couldn’t hold back, Sunoo gently pulled you toward him and, before you could react, his lips brushed yours in a brief kiss full of palpable tension. The world stopped for a moment. When he pulled away, he quickly walked off in the opposite direction. You were left standing there, frozen, unable to process what had just happened.

When you got home, the memories of the kiss still lingered in your mind, but they were quickly overshadowed by the growing anxiety over your mother’s message.

You opened the door with a heavy feeling, not knowing what to expect, but fearing the worst.

As you entered, you saw your mother sitting on the couch with an expression you knew all too well: cold, furious, like she was just waiting for you to make a mistake so she could blame you.

“Sit down,” she said without even looking at you, like you were an object rather than her daughter. She pointed to the couch with authority.

You sat down heavily, letting your backpack drop to the floor. You already knew something was wrong, but the tension in the air made it even worse.

“I heard you were desperately looking for your final project today,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Do you know what that means for us? For our family’s image? You don’t even care what we represent. If you don’t pass, you’ll be a disgrace to all of us.”

She got up from the couch and began walking toward you, her gaze cold and hard, a punishment in itself.

“Aren’t you ashamed?” Her tone was pure venom, and it felt like an electric shock on your skin. Every word cut deep.

After a calculated pause, she delivered the final blow: “I know who has your project.”

Your heart sank. You knew what was coming, but still didn’t want to believe it. “The youngest Kim boy has it,” she said with a cruel smile. She looked at you, waiting for guilt to consume you.

“It wasn’t him, Mom. He wouldn’t do that,” you replied with what little strength you had left, your voice rising more than you’d normally allow. Frustration overwhelmed you.

“Shut your mouth!” she yelled, her fury exploding in full force. “Who else could it be? Why don’t you understand? It’s him, and if it’s not, then who?”

“That’s not the point,” you shot back, trying to stay calm, though your mind was already in chaos. “Just because you have a problem with his family doesn’t mean they’re out to get us.”

“Enough!” Her rage became even more obvious. “Don’t give me that nonsense. Are you friendly with him now? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

The fury in her face escalated with every word.

“What did I say about them? What part of ‘stay away from them’ didn’t you understand?”

“Give me your phone!” The command flew from her lips with dangerous speed, almost like she was waiting for you to talk back just to have an excuse. “Give it to me now!”

You had no choice but to obey. You handed it over with a mix of fear and desperation. She snatched it from your hand, threw it on the table, then grabbed your arm roughly, making you flinch.

“You’re going to start that project again. And you’re not leaving until it’s done. Do you hear me?”

She shoved you violently into the art studio and slammed the door shut, making sure you couldn’t get out.

The key turned with a dry click, and the air grew even heavier.

The confined space of the studio closed in around you, and you knew you were trapped again—caught in that cycle of guilt and control, where you were always the one at fault. Every time it happened, your mother shed the blame so she could keep controlling you, and you always ended up apologizing for something you never did. The guilt was never hers. It was always yours. Just like always.

After endless hours working on the project, the door suddenly opened.

“Miss, you can go have dinner now,” said one of the staff members, interrupting your concentration.

You ate the bare minimum to survive, with no appetite to enjoy anything. Your stomach was so twisted you could barely swallow. Every bite took more effort than you could handle.

After eating, you got into the shower. Hot water fell over you as you tried—unsuccessfully—to wash away the bad memories, the dark thoughts, the crushing sensations that surrounded you.

Finally, you collapsed into bed, too exhausted to do anything else. You just let yourself fall, hoping sleep would pull you away from it all for a while.

Sunoo was already in his seat when you arrived at school the next day. You heard him talking on the phone, his voice low and tense:

“She doesn’t know it was me… No… is at home… I don’t know… Okay, bye, Mom.”

Your chest tightened like a fist hitting your stomach. You knew it. Your mother was right. He was the one who stole the project so you’d fail—he did it to ruin everything, to watch you fall apart.

What hurt the most wasn’t just what he had done, but how coldly, how deceitfully he had done it.

Sunoo turned toward you, his face going pale the moment he saw you. He froze like he’d seen a ghost.

“I-I can explain… Y/N… Please,” he said, trying to approach you, but you pushed him away harshly, as if his mere presence burned you.

“S-stay away from me. Don’t come near me again,” you said with a broken voice. Tears started to fall uncontrollably.

 You ran to the bathroom, looking for something—anything—that could shelter you, even if just for a moment.

He had been the first person to make you feel loved, important. He made you feel like you could be yourself, like you could breathe in a world where you only existed to please others. And now, all of that was crumbling.

Why you? Why did you always end up like this—alone, abandoned? You didn’t understand how you got to this point. All you understood was that it hurt. It hurt deeply. More than you could bear.

What hurt the most wasn’t just what he had done… It was that you had trusted him. You had given him your trust, and he had stomped all over it. Your mother was right, and that destroyed you.

You couldn’t stay there. You couldn’t stay still. Not that day. So, without thinking, you grabbed your things and headed home. You needed to keep working on the project—do it on your own. You didn’t want to see Sunoo. You didn’t want to feel the way you did. You just wanted to escape it all.

You worked for hours without pause, completely absorbed in the project you couldn’t let go of.

The clock struck one in the morning, and you still weren’t done. You decided you wouldn’t go to class the next day—not until the evening. That way, you could work through the night and submit the project the next morning, as soon as the teacher arrived.

You felt exhausted, but at the same time, you knew you couldn’t give up.

Morning came, and you were still in the same spot, glued to your desk. Working. Focused. But your mind was entirely occupied by Sunoo. You had tried everything to stop thinking about him… But you couldn’t. Despite what he had done, you missed him—more than you dared to admit.

Suddenly, you heard his voice in the distance. You froze, tense, listening closely. But after a few seconds, you gave up. It was just an illusion—your mind recreating what your body longed for.

When night came, you dressed comfortably and took the project with you on your way to class. The walk was long, the cold sharper than expected, but you finally arrived.

You entered the studio, walking through the hallways with nerves on edge. You laid out your materials, prepared your space, and continued with the project. Brushes were scattered across the table, and the colors on the canvas were also painted across your face—streaks of paint on your cheek and nose.

The door suddenly opened, and a startled cry escaped your lips before you could see who was coming in. It was Sunoo.

He walked in with palpable nervousness. Your body tensed at the sight of him, and the feeling of betrayal weighed on you like a crushing force.

“What are you doing here?” you asked harshly, the pain and anger starting to rise.

“Y/N… I…” His eyes couldn’t meet yours. They dropped to the floor. “I’m so, so sorry…”

“I don’t want to talk. So leave,” you said, cutting him off as the pain started to choke you.

“It was my parents,” he blurted out suddenly, like it was the only way to free himself. “They… you’d understand. They want to maintain their power, and they use me for that. They forced me to do it… Please, understand.”

Your eyes filled with tears—his did too—as emotions spilled over. It didn’t matter anymore if it was him or his parents.

What mattered was that you had trusted him, and that trust was now broken.

 “This is all bullshit,” you said bitterly, referring to the situation you were both trapped in. No freedom. No choice.

Sunoo stepped forward and placed your project on the table.

 “You shouldn’t do this,” you said, concerned. “You’re going to get into trouble.” He looked down, visibly frustrated.

 “I don’t care anymore… Fuck it. Fuck all of this.”

He stepped closer, and for a moment, you felt again the warmth that once made you feel safe—like anything was possible again.

“I love you,” he said with a steady voice. “And this,” he gestured to everything between you, “is a mess.”

Before you could respond, he continued:

“I went to your house today, and a staff member answered the door. She told me I couldn’t come in, that your mom would be furious if I did. And I… I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. I can’t. She told me you’d be here tonight, and I came because I…”

He couldn’t stop talking—he never could.

And since there was no food to quiet him this time, you went with the second method.

Without thinking, you kissed him hard.

Your lips silenced him, as if in that kiss was everything you needed to say. He lifted you from the chair and, holding you by the waist, set you on the table. You clung to his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands exploring his back, needing to feel him—close, so close it ached.

Each caress made you feel more alive, more you. The connection between the two of you was so intense that, for a moment, everything else disappeared.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, smiling that damn smile you could never forget. “Let me apologize to you.”

And, in that moment, you let it be. You let words not be necessary, let gestures say it all.

His hands slid under your shirt as his lips slowly traced your neck. With a nimble movement, he found your tits and caressed them with a perfect blend of firmness and tenderness. His lips left a warm, moist trail on your skin, while your nipples hardened under his fingers, which pinched them mercilessly.

He lifted the fabric covering your torso, leaving your tits completely exposed to his hungry gaze. His eyes glistened with desire before he leaned down to lick one of them greedily. His tongue traced slow, wet circles, exploring every nook and cranny of your sensitive skin, focusing especially on the places that wrenched tremors of pleasure from you. Your soft moans fueled his enthusiasm, urging him to continue with more intensity.

When your nipples took on a reddish hue from the stimulation, he lifted his head. Seeing you with your head thrown back, completely surrendered, he couldn't help but bite and suck on a spot on your neck that made you shudder. Seconds later, a burning mark was imprinted on your skin.

“I hope your mother understands that you're mine now...” he whispered mischievously as he descended-. And I don't give a shit what she thinks.

He grabbed the ends of your pants and, with a single tug, pulled them off, leaving you in just your underwear. Wasting no time, his lips descended to your thighs-those same ones he had claimed as his own, painted and denied any other man touching.

He began to traverse every inch of your skin with wet kisses and soft bites, leaving a trail of heat and desire. His lips paused barely to savor your reaction before continuing to descend, each touch laden with intent.

“Sunoo, please stop teasing...” you tried to speak, but your voice broke on an involuntary moan as his lips pressed against your cloth-covered pussy.

He didn't respond right away, just continued his game, spreading small kisses all over the area, applying a little more force just as he reached your most sensitive spot, causing your hips to twitch reflexively.

“Don't despair, baby” he whispered with a dangerous smile. “I promise the wait won't be in vain.”

And, with that promise hanging in the air, he slowly pulled back the cloth that separated him from you.

The cold air brushed against your newly exposed skin, contrasting with the warmth emanating from you. Sunoo did not hurry. He looked at you as if admiring a work of art that only he had the right to touch. Then, without warning, he sank his face between your legs.

His tongue moved with cruel precision, alternating between slow, deep caresses and soft licks that barely touched your skin. He knew exactly where to stop, where to insist, and how to wring from you those moans he loved so much. He held your hips firmly when you tried to move, forcing you to receive everything he gave you with no escape.

“Can you feel it, baby?” he murmured against you, his hot breath causing you to shudder. “No one else is going to make you feel like this. Only me.”

His tongue traced faster, deeper circles, playing with your clit until your legs began to tremble. Your every moan was fuel for him, and he didn't stop until you were on the edge, lost in a sea of sensation.

When he sensed you were about to explode, he stopped abruptly. He lifted his head, his moist lips glistening with your essence, and looked down at you with a crooked smile.

“Not yet, love... I want to watch you beg.”

Your hips were still trembling, frustration mixed with desire throbbing in every corner of your body. You looked up at him with eyes clouded with lust, chest rising and falling fast, and unable to resist any longer, you let out a shaky whisper. 

“Please, Sunoo... don't stop, I beg you.” He arched an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your surrender. 

“Are you that desperate for me?” he murmured as he ran a slow, torturing finger along your sensitive folds. 

“Tell me, I want to hear you.” You swallowed your saliva, swallowing your pride, and nodded with a broken voice.

 “Yes... only you can make me feel like this, please, I need more...” Sunoo laughed low, pleased by your surrender. 

“That's the way I like it. You know who you belong to.” And without giving you another breath, he sank between your legs again, this time mercilessly, ready to rip from you every plea, every moan and every cry of pleasure that belonged to him.

Your body shuddered one last time on the studio table, surrounded by brushes, canvases and the smell of fresh paint. Still with your legs shaking and your breath hitching, you lay back, letting the pleasure slowly dissipate as he gazed at you as if you were his masterpiece. Sunoo approached, still with that intense gaze, and began to dress you with the same delicacy with which he traces a brushstroke on a canvas. He pulled your clothes up with gentle hands, kissing your skin as he covered it, never taking his eyes off you for a second.

When he finished, he leaned over you, pressing a deep, slow kiss that spoke more of love than desire. Her lips parted just barely so she could tell you, “It's going to be okay.” He caressed your face with the backs of his fingers. “Even if our families hate each other, even if they try to separate us...I don't plan to give up. I don't care what they say, I don't care what they do.” He took your face in his hands and locked his eyes into yours. “I'll do anything to be with you. Anything. You're the only thing that matters to me.”

And finally, you were able to let out a quiet sigh. Even if nothing was resolved, even if your world was still in chaos, there was only one certainty beating strong inside you: you loved him, and he loved you. And outside of that, what else could matter?

I love you all 🩷

[swallowtailcherry]

Know Your Place {Apollo x Goddess!Reader} Smut

Summary: You eventually get tired of Apollo being himself so you decides to put him in his place.

Warning/s: 18+, femdom at the end (that part is a bit shorter😭)

I originally wrote this using an oc, but I changed it to a reader insert 😂

You watched as Apollo, god of music, poetry and many other things relaxed in a hot spring with multiple women playing and giggling.

You had a neutral relationship with the god. You never really liked him because of how egotistical and arrogant he can be. But you couldn't hate him fully. Not to mention, he'd often bother you (hit on you, as others put it) constantly because of your ethereal beauty, which pisses you off sometimes.

"Ladies, ladies! One at a time." Apollo said, laughing when a bunch of nymphs surrounded him. You frowned when some started gushing over him. You were near the hot springs, surprised he didn't notice you yet.

You were told to get Apollo because Artemis wanted him for something. You originally wanted to approach him while he was alone, but seeing the nymphs, you thought it was better to do it while they were there.

"I guess those nymphs are useful for something...." You thought, hopping on the rim of the hot springs.

"Hello, Apollo." You greeted the god. Apollo opened one eye and smirked, turning to face you.

"What brings you here, sweetheart? You never come here." Apollo asked playfully. You rolled your eyes and folded your arms.

"Your sister requires your presence. She sounded pretty peeved, so I suggest you go to her as soon as possible." You answered. Apollo sighed, getting up from the waters of the hot spring.

"Alright.... Ladies, you can go now." Apollo spoke to the nymphs, who immediately left while squealing.

"I can never get used to them squealing like that." You said, hopping off and walking away. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you lie so you can be alone with me?~" Apollo purred in your ear, resting his hands on your shoulders. You scoffed and brushed his hands off.

"No, I didn't. Your sister really needs you." You replied, trying to stay away from him, but he followed you.

"Aw, come on, (N/n)! Just let me have this!" Apollo exclaimed dramatically, leaning against your back.

"Why me? You have a lot of women chasing after you!" You asked with irritation.

"Why not? You're ridiculously beautiful." Apollo wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing your hips. He rest his head on your left shoulder.

"Your body.... It's so... Beautiful~" Apollo whispered, his hands moving up and down your waist.

"You know... I've never seen any woman with an amazing body like yours~" Apollo purred again, his hands groping your breasts. You slipped from his touch and gave him an pissed off look.

"You're such a bastard. One day, someone will take you down a notch." You said, walking away and leaving Apollo standing in place. The god smirked and walked away to cover up and meet his sister, who scolded him for not arriving sooner once he did.

You, on the other hand....

"Holy shit, that felt fucking amazing!" You thought, leaning against a wall and rubbing your fingers against your clothed core. The more you rubbed, the more you thought about Apollo. The more you thought about him fucking you.

You felt yourself self heat up so you moved your clothes to properly finger yourself. The moment your fingers entered your pussy, you let out some quiet moans. You started to go faster, throwing your head back as you felt your own fingers thrust in and out. You let out one loud moan when you felt your juices leak out. You pulled your fingers out, looking down at the mess you made.

"Fucking dammit...." You muttered under your breath, cleaning yourself up and standing up, fixing your clothes up. You also fixed your hair and made your way to your home.

_

Once again, you were alone with Apollo, but this time, you wasted no time in getting in the hot springs. You took off all your clothes and steps in, hoping for some peace and quiet. You just wanted to enjoy the waters.

"Oh? Unusual to see you naked, (N/n)." You jumped up in surprise, seeing Apollo right next to you with his usual smirk.

"I can't just jump in with my clothes on. I'll ruin them." You said, trying to avoid his wandering gaze.

"Fair point. But still, never saw you naked before, and I'm not complaining at all." Apollo leaned against you, brushing his hand against your thigh. You jolted up, moving away from the god.

"What the hell?!" You exclaimed, using you r arm to cover your breasts, which were large and voluptuous. Apollo saw that and moved closer, moving your arm down and saw your erect nipples. He moved his hand to your breast, massaging it and pinching your nipple. You let out a shocked gasp.

"Such soft breasts...." Apollo mumbled, positioning himself behind yoo and took both of your breasts in his hands. You hissed out, trying to move away from the god, but you felt too weak in his hold.

"Let's go somewhere else." Apollo whispered, standing up and picked you up, walking to a more secluded area and positioned you back against the wall. You didn't know where to put your hands, so you put them on his shoulders.

"Here, let me move your legs." Apollo said, lifting you by the thighs and pinned you against the wall. His erect cock throbbed against your leaking pussy, sending shivers down your spine. The god notices and pressed his fingers against your labia.

"We haven't even started and you're already soaking wet. What a whore~" Apollo cooed playfully, inserting two of his fingers inside your wet cunt. Your eyes widen at the feeling of his fingers inside your. Unlike your own fingers, His were more bigger and rougher, which gave you more pleasure.

"Ah- oh~" You moaned out, watching as his fingers went in and out. You felt yourself cum within a minute of him fingering you, coating his fingers with your juices. Apollo looked slightly surprised by how fast you came, but he smiles mischievously, bringing his fingers to his lips and licked them.

"You didn't last a minute with just my fingers. So desperate of you~" Apollo said seductively, licking up all your juices. He pressed his erect member on your wet pussy.

"I wonder.... How fast will you cum when I do this?" As he finished his question, he thrusted his cock inside you, letting out a shuddering moan at the tightness of your cunt.

"Fuck!.... You're so tight..." Apollo hissed out, moving his hips slowly, his length hitting your g-spot every time. You rolled your eyes back, letting out countless moans. You even let out some yelps when your g-spot was hit.

"So voluminous~" Apollo moaned out, speeding up.

"You're going so fast...!" You gasped out, your eyes fluttering when he pulled her closer, giving her a hard kiss. You moaned into the kiss, your mind slowly being filled with nothing but clouds and the intense pleasure the god was giving you at this moment.

Apollo moved his hips at inhuman speeds, his hands now holding her wrists up above your head. You knew you was getting close from how you were seemingly sucking his cock in.

"Shit! I'm getting close-" you hissed out, wrapping your legs around his waist, which brought his cock further inside you.

"I am, too...." Apollo huffed out, leaning forward and pressing his lips against your own. Feeling his cock twitch continuously against her fleshy walls, you felt the urge to cum.

"Milk my cock. I know you want to~" Apollo purred in your ear. You were too caught up in the pleasure you couldn't reply to anything he said. After Apollo rubbed your clit roughly, you released all over his cock. A few seconds later, Apollo's seed shot out inside you. Both of them panted heavily, looking into each other's eyes.

"Good girl." Apollo said, tracing his fingers across your lips.

"I'll... I'll... I'll..." You slurred out.

"You'll what? Please, finish that." Apollo teased with a smirk.

"I'll get back at you..." You finished. A chuckle rumbled in Apollo's chest and he leaned in, giving your a soft kiss.

"I'd like to see you try~"

_

"Mmmph!~"

You grinned as more moans came out of Apollo's lips, only muffled by a white cloth you used to tie around his head.

"Let's get you nice and ready~" you said, kneeling down right in front of his throbbing cock. You put your hands on his thighs, poking your tongue out and gave it some long licks. The woman felt his body twitch from the licks. You stopped, making the twitching god look at you.

You pressed your lips against the tip, feeling some pre cum leak out.

"You're really that close? We haven't even gone to the best part~" you laughed. The woman opens your mouth and puts his cock inside, slowly moving your head up and down. Apollo wanted to push your head further, but couldn't due to the cloth tied around his wrists. You increased the speed, gripping Apollo's thighs. Just as he thrusted his hips up, his seed shot out into your mouth. You moved your head up, your mouth hanging open as his seed leaked out from the corners of your lips.

"Suppose I can't blame you. You've came about four times now~" You purred, tracing your finger around his tip. Apollo's gold eyes were half shut and his chest was rising up and down slowly. You noticed how there was some tears in his eyes. You got up from between his legs and crawled beside him, smiling as his eyes moved to meet yours. As soon as you took off the cloth tied around his mouth, he took a deep breath.

"Fuck..." Apollo gasped out, poking his tongue out. You wiped your lips and leaned forward, giving him a kiss that lasted for a full minute.

"You seem to be enjoying this~" You said, rubbing your fingers against his chest. Apollo slowly nodded his head, the tears slowly sliding down the sides of his face. You got on top of him, adjusting yourself right above his cock. You only stopped when you felt the tip brush against your wet clit. A quiet whimper escaped Apollo's lips.

".... Yourself on me...." Apollo mumbled.

"What's that? Speak a bit louder~" You said.

"Lower yourself on me!" Apollo hissed out in frustration, trying to thrust his hips up. Your moved your hips up, giving him a teasing smirk.

"Uh uh uh. You must ask nicely~" You said, waving your finger. Apollo huffed and took a deep breath.

"Please ride me...." He mumbled, looking away. Satisfied with his words, you lowered yourself on his cock, feeling it enter your pussy. You slowly breathed in and out, bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Yes.... Just like that...." Apollo gasped out, wiggling his wrists, struggling to break free. You leaned forward, using your hands to support yourself on Apollo's chest.

"I missed your cock inside me..." You gasped out, laying on top of Apollo and leaving kisses on his bare chest. Apollo moved his head up, some deep moans escaping his lips.

"Your pussy... Feels so good~" Apollo slurred out, hissing through his clenched teeth as he feels your walls suck his cock in. He let out a loud moan when your walls clenched around his cock harder than before, your juices leaking out and coating his cock. You continued to bounce on his cock, letting out a gasp when you feel his member twitch inside and his hot seed painted your walls, filling you up. You breathed slowly, collapsing on top of the god with a tired but satisfied look on your face.

"Told you I'd get back at you~"

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° on all my wasted time

( shidou ryusei x gn! reader )

♡ a/n — for my new series :) masterlist coming soon

♡ content — shidou ryusei x gn! reader, gn! reader, established relationship ( 1 year ), shidou is very self-absorbed, lowkey toxic shidou?, cursing, lmk if i missed anything!

♡ synopsis — You wanted to be his in the private moments, the ones that didn’t need an audience. But Shidou Ryusei wasn’t built for quiet love.

You had always believed in perfect endings. The kind that started with the first real spark, the kind that made you feel like the universe had bent all its rules to bring two people together.

For a while, you thought that Shidou Ryusei was yours.

He was everything you never knew you wanted: chaotic, magnetic, unpredictable. Being with him made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t before, like you were standing on the edge of something bigger than yourself.

It felt intoxicating—until it didn’t.

It started small, a few cracks appearing, only visible if you looked just a little too hard.

Shidou lived for the spotlight, and you didn’t mind at first. You’d even loved watching him chase after it with reckless abandon. But over time, you began to notice how the light always seemed to center on him and him alone.

Your relationship revolved around his games, his goals, his relentless pursuit of glory. You didn’t want much—just the quiet moments, the little things that made relationships feel real. But Shidou wasn’t someone who cared about the little things.

When you’d asked him not to share your photos at a press conference, he had shrugged it off with that crooked grin of his, the one that made your heart twist in spite of yourself.

“Babe, you’re overthinking,” he’d said, laughing. “You look cute in that one. Let the world know you’re mine.”

What he didn’t understand was that you didn’t want to be “his” in the public eye. You wanted to be his in the private moments, the ones that didn’t need an audience.

But Shidou wasn’t built for quiet love.

The breaking point came on your anniversary. You’d planned everything—a quiet dinner at home, a chance to steal him away from the noise of his world, just for one night.

You'd made sure Shidou was free, this week was his teams bye-week, everythig was perfect.

But Shidou had called hours before, his voice casual and unapologetic.

“Can’t make it,” he said. “Got invited to watch a game tonight.”

You had tried to keep your voice steady. “Shidou, it’s our anniversary.”

“Come on, it’s just a date,” he replied, laughing lightly. “I’ll make it up to you. You know you’re still my number one.”

And that was when it hit you. You weren’t his number one—you were barely even a number in his life. Shidou loved himself more than he could ever love you, and that wasn’t going to change.

You waited until after his next game to confront him. He came home late, his hair messy and ruffled from being underneath a baseball cap, his shit-eating grin shining bright into your home. He looked invincible, like he always did, but for once, you didn’t feel the pull of him.

Instead, you felt tired.

“You’re back,” you said, your voice flat.

He grinned, tossing his jersey onto the couch. “Yeah, and it was a crazy game! That Isagi guy I told you about scored twice. Did you watch?”

“No,” you said.

Shidou blinked, caught off guard. “No? What’s up with you?”

You stood up, crossing your arms as you faced him. “This isn’t working, Shidou. It hasn’t been for a long time.”

“What are you talking about?” His grin faltered, but the arrogance in his tone didn’t. “You’re just mad about the anniversary thing. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You shook your head, the weight of everything finally settling in your chest. “You don’t get it, do you? You’ve never gotten it. This isn’t about one night—it’s about every night. It’s about how everything in this relationship revolves around you.”

“Babe, that’s just how it is,” he said, his voice defensive now. “I’m busy, but you know I care about you.”

“No, you care about yourself,” you said, your voice sharper than it had ever been. “You love the idea of having someone waiting for you, someone who makes you look good. But you don’t love me—not really.”

For the first time, Shidou didn’t have anything to say. He stood there, his confidence shaken, but he didn’t try to stop you as you grabbed your bag and walked to the door.

“Wait,” he said finally, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “You’re really leaving?”

You turned back to him one last time. “You love yourself more than you could love me, Shidou. And I deserve better than that.”

The door clicked shut behind you, and for the first time in a long time, you felt free.

It hurt, of course it hurt—but it also felt like the start of something new. Shidou could keep his spotlight, his chaos, his world that only ever seemed to have room for him.

You were done trying to fit into it.

toxic! shidou you are good once in a blue moon

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[barcapix]

Can you do a gavi angst abt cheating and breaking up then getting back together and it being really toxic

✮ Tóxica - Pablo Gavi

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Pablo Gavira x Fem!Reader

SY: Gavi and you had broken up months ago, you thought to give him a second chance - but you wish you didn’t.

A/N: Here you go anon, tell me if you like it:) (i feel like i get too carried away with description part and not using enough quotessss, i’m trying to do less descriptive work 🙏)

Warnings: cheating, toxic behaviour.

August 20th

You stood frozen outside Pablo’s apartment, clutching your phone, the screen lit up with the damning text messages.

The words blurred as tears streamed down your face—"Can’t wait to see you tonight. Just us."

Your chest tightened with the realization that the “us” you cherished, didn’t include her.

Despite the rush of emotions you felt, you knocked his door hesitantly, but a part of you was already preparing for the worst. When Pablo opened the door, his smile faltered at the sight of your tear-streaked face. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

You didn’t want to step inside although he insisted otherwise. You didn’t want to be trapped inside, never knowing if he would let you leave. You wanted to confront him; that was all.

“Who is she?” you demanded, words slurring. His eyes widened, guilt spilling into the air between you.

“Baby, let’s talk about this,” he said, offering his hand out for you, but you instantly recoiled, feeling the distance between grow impossibly vast.

“Talk? You’ve been sleeping with someone else while I’ve been here, believing we were happy!”

“Please, let me explain,” he begged, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. But you couldn’t hear it over the pounding in your ears, the betrayal clawing at your insides.

You shook your head vigorously, continuing letting your eyes spill. “No. We’re done.”

With one last look at his conflicted expression, you turned and fled into the rain, each drop hitting you like a reminder of your shattered trust.

October 10th

The nights without him stretched endlessly.

You tried to fill the void with friends, work, and late-night movies, but nothing ever felt complete.

You missed the warmth of his embrace, the way he made you laugh until your sides hurt, the way he made you feel safe - your heart still ached for him.

8:12pm

Later that evening, you heard your doorbell ring, but you had no energy to go and answer it, so you let it ring multiple times, hoping whoever it was would go away.

Whoever it was, would not leave you alone.

You gave in, and began plodding downstairs, to open your door.

“Pablo? W-what are you doing here? It’s pouring outside!” you gasped, with a hint of anger.

Immediately, you pulled him in to the heat of your home, cursing yourself for what you had just done.

Pablo didnt waste any time in what he needed to say, “I know I fucked up. I realise that now. I was stupid, arrogant, cruel… I don’t know why I did it, but I can promise you that will never happen again”

“I promise. I’m not that guy anymore.”

With that said, he reached for your hand near your hip, lightly holding it, tracing lines on your fingers.

“Please” his eyes searched yours, hoping for an answer but you just stood still.

“Okay,” you whispered. “But you have to change Pablo…”

Gavi eagerly nodded his head, finally grasping hold of your whole hand. “I swear hermosa.”

In the days that followed, things felt better—at least for a while. Pablo showered you with affection; taking you out on spontaneous dates, surprising you with flowers, and holding tightly onto you, as if he feared you would slip away.

But the shadows of his betrayal still roamed, the unsealed cracks of your relationship unravelling again.

It started with little things—he’d lose his temper over minor inconveniences, snapping at you for being late or forgetting to pick up his favorite foods.

“You’re so inconsiderate sometimes,” he’d say, the frustration spilling out in waves. “I do everything for you, why can’t you do anything for me?”

‘Do anything’ ‘for him’.

“Why do you always have to be so dramatic?” he’d bark, and you would shrink under the harsh words he would constantly abuse you with.

Nonetheless, you brushed it off, convincing yourself it was just stress from games, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t.

9:50pm

One night, as you both lay in bed, you thought you would try and resolve things between you two, or at least help ease the pain.

Gavi had his head stuck in his phone, laying as far away from you as possible, with his back facing you.

“Hey amor?” you muttered, trying your best not to irritate him. “Hm?” he replied back, still not looking up or turning to face you.

“Can you look at me please? I wanna talk to you.”

He only huffed deeply, slowly turning around to lay on his back, moving his head in your direction. He didn’t even bother to turn his whole body your way.

You needed to open it up to him, to let him know how you feel. “I thought we were doing better…” you whispered so quietly that you were surprised he heard you.

“We are,” he replied, but his tone was clipped.

You looked at his face, then his eyes, then his phone.

“Then why do I feel like I’m constantly walking on eggshells around you?” you asked, desperate for a glimpse of the man you fell in love with to show.

He huffed again, shuffling in bed, ready to turn away from you (again).

“Maybe you’re just overreacting, like always,” he shot back, turning away.

The sting of his words cut deeper than you wanted to admit, but you bit your tongue, afraid to provoke him further.

Now falling back into your pillow, you felt the water in your eyes escape, quickly wiping them away.

Days filtered into weeks, and the cycle of grief and apologies continued, each argument leaving scars that never healed.

“You’re lucky I even wanted you back,” he would remind you, cutting you deep into your chest.

Yet, each time he’d come back, remorseful and sweet, your heart would soften. Your love for him clouding your judgement.

“I can change,” he once again promised.

Pablo would repeat those three words every-time you spoke out against his actions. He made you believe him time and time again, but as time passed by the reality sank deeper. He was never going to change.

6:26pm

One afternoon, the storm outside reflected the tempest in your shrunken heart.

After another fight where he belittled you in front of his friends: “Do I always have to do everything for you? How do you manage when I’m not around?”. You found yourself in the kitchen, tears spilling as you chopped up vegetables, preparing a home-cooked meal for him as an apology.

6:34pm

Minutes later, you received a simple message from Pablo saying that he would be out all night, sleeping over at Fermin’s.

It was a short message, not much thought or care put into it. You soon realised that you’re just breaking your own heart by staying with him.

You needed to prioritise yourself now, not him anymore.

Within seconds, you began writing down words on an tattered old envelope, not caring if it made sense.

“Pablo, I’m ending this between us. I care too much about you to stay. You treat me like nothing but collecting dust, knowing that i’ll crawl back to you anyway”

“Just do me a favour: the next time you date another girl, treat her well. Not like how you treated me.”

You didn’t need to pour your heart out to him in one note - a basic one was good enough. He didn’t deserve a heartfelt message from you after he tortured you of every hour, of every day. Hell, he didn’t deserve you at all.

You placed the pen down carefully next to it, grabbing your phone and bag off the counter, swinging it around your shoulder.

You took a long awaited deep breath when you stepped outside into the rain.

The silence in your brain was comforting.

The internal conflict that had been ruining your life, had finally stopped.

The rain continued to fall, but this time, it felt cleansing, washing away the remnants of the toxic love you had tried so desperately to hold on to.

You weren’t held back by his decisions anymore, confined into the small box he created for you.

You were finally set free.

[hazymoonlinh]

Chapter 2: The Weight of Gold

(Warning: TOXIC TOXIC TOXIC LOVE.

Mentioned of slavery, chains.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Mydei x reader.

King x fallen king au. Mydei is the fallen king.

There’s only Kremnos here. No Amphoreus.)

Part 1. Part 2.

The room was bathed in warm candlelight, a stark contrast to the cold stone halls beyond its doors. The scent of fine incense lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of parchment and aged wood.

It was quiet, save for the faint rustling of fabric as Mydei stood before you. He was far from the polished, regal figure he once was. His clothes, torn and caked with dirt, clung to his muscular frame. Mud stained his skin, a stark contrast to the golden-red glow of his eyes, which still burned with the fire of a man who had lost everything but his defiance.

Mydei stood in the center, arms crossed, his posture tense despite the absence of shackles.

His stance was formidable, as though he had been carved from stone.

The weight of a golden chain still sat around his neck, though this one was far finer than the crude iron that once bound him. Decorative. A collar of ownership. Probably the gift from the hostesses since you have throw them so much money.

But his pride had not been stripped away with his throne.

His golden-red eyes burned as they locked onto you.

You sat behind a grand desk, posture relaxed, draped in silken robes that spoke of nobility. The flickering light cast long shadows, but your mask remained in place, concealing whatever expression you might have worn.

A moment of silence stretched between you before Mydei finally spoke, voice low and edged with irritation.

“Why waste so much money to buy everyone?” He took a step closer, expression sharp. “If you just wanted a guard or a collection, taking me alone would have been enough.”

You said nothing.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “You must have gold to throw away if you’re willing to save the scraps of a fallen kingdom.”

Still, you remained quiet, merely watching.

Mydei’s jaw clenched. He had expected cruelty, mockery, or at the very least, some twisted display of power. But this silence—this unreadable presence—unsettled him in a way he did not care to admit.

The candlelight flickered as he stepped even closer.

“…I thought the king of Kremnos was more of a musclehead than this,” you finally said, voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable weight. “You have surprised me.”

His eyes narrowed.

There was no smugness in your tone, no hint of the usual arrogance he had come to expect from victors. But there was something else—a confidence that made his instincts bristle.

You still wore your mask.

And that alone made him feel like he was the one being watched.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice quieter this time.

But you only leaned back, fingers tapping against the polished wood of the desk.

“Your demise.” You murmured. And he raise an eyebrow.

“You probably don’t understand now, but you’ll know soon enough.” Taking a sip from the champagne, you raise it at him.

The air between you grew heavier. Mydei exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his white-orange hair, frustration evident. He was not used to being at a loss. Not used to people treating him like a puzzle instead of a pawn.

But whatever your intentions were, he had the strangest feeling…

He was the one being measured.

And for now, that would have to be enough.

——-

Yet…

You couldn’t help but feel the weight of his fury pressing against you. Every muscle in his body was a trigger, each inch of him wound so tightly, it would take nothing but the right words to send him into a frenzy.

But you had already seen him, and now you understood. He wasn’t ready to strike yet.

You raised your hand, dismissing the tension in the room with a simple wave of your fingers.

“You stink,” you said flatly, not a hint of emotion in your tone.

…

…

“What?”

The words cut through the air like a command, and the maids, who had been standing at the ready, quickly moved to obey.

“Take him, and the rest of his people, to be cleaned,” you ordered, your voice calm and almost detached. “Make sure they’re presentable.”

Mydei’s glare remained sharp, unblinking. But it was as though he was caught in a moment of uncertainty, unsure whether to resist or comply. Despite his arrogance, he knew—he wasn’t in a position to argue.

The maids were efficient, unbothered by the raw intensity of his gaze. They moved with practiced grace, unfastening his chains, but never meeting his eyes. Their eyes were on the task at hand, not on the fallen king who stood before them.

He didn’t flinch when they touched him.

His body still radiated the power of a ruler, but there was no longer any pride in the way he held himself. His presence was all-consuming, yes, but it was defeat that lingered now. The wild beast, for a moment, had been tamed.

You watched quietly as Mydei and his people were escorted from the room, but you couldn’t help but feel a slight shift in the air. Something had changed. He had allowed himself to be washed, cleaned, and groomed by those who were once beneath him.

And yet, when his eyes met yours one last time before he disappeared from view, you felt it.

The fire wasn’t gone. It had merely been smothered, waiting for its chance to roar back to life.

“Hah. Interesting, Mydeimos of Kremnos.”

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It’s my first time doing this type of fic, so it’s clunky as hell.

I know.

But ye I’m trying my best 😞

[internet1girl]

Chapter 9: Collision of Two Worlds.

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

Summary: 😊

Word count: 5.0k Warnings/Notices: named!reader, johnny cage shenanigans

First Chapter / Previous Part

A/N: 😊

The past week has mostly been uneventful, but still good regardless. Liu Kang hasn’t selected you for any more missions recently, so you’ve been spending all of your time in and around Sun Do. You didn’t tell him, or anyone, but a break from all of these excursions was so nice.

All of this free time to yourself. At first, you didn’t know what to do. Lounging around and being unproductive felt… wrong, like you were wasting time (even though you literally had time to waste). You wanted to get the most out of your time here, in Outworld. So what did you end up doing? Why, spend the week training, exercising and studying in the palace’s library, of course!

Sometimes, it was like the meaning of rest was completely foreign to you.

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Johnny was also enjoying the week, the recent lack of work or anything important to do had given him plenty of free time. Plenty of time to himself. It was great!

He'd mostly been occupying himself with a mix of activities. Training, hanging with the boys, lounging around and, of course, screwing Kitana. Unfortunately for him, she's been busy for a lot of the past week! Princess duties or something like that. Johnny hadn't seen her nearly as much as he would've liked to. How unfair.

Whatever, though. There was more to life than having sex. He had all the time in the realms, and a large foreign city to explore. The world was his!

The fact that he kept thinking about you throughout the week was a little weird, though.

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All this to-ing and fro-ing, the past week had been busy for you. You didn’t even take one day of rest, you didn’t want to. Being alone with your own thoughts always turned depressing, without fail. Hiroshi this, your adolescence that, it was all too much. You’ve always been like this, occupying yourself as much as possible. For you, it felt right, like you were fulfilling your ‘purpose’ or whatever. And yet… there was one thought that kept reappearing occasionally throughout the week. You just couldn’t seem to get rid of it. It and his stupid smirk kept you up at night. He would be the only thing on your mind at the late hours, under your sheets.

Coming to terms with your romantic feelings towards Johnny was a bitter pill to swallow. The realisation that you did indeed like him, more than a friend should, made a part of you want to scream. You just… couldn’t stand it. Him? Of all people? Why? The noble, honourable, respectable woman that you are, how could you feel this way about this pompous, arrogant prat? Why? Why him? But… another part of you fully understood why. Him saving you from your close assault was the straw that broke the camel’s back, the kick that sent your view of him from platonic into something more. Johnny was amazing, unlike any man you’d ever met. Strong, kind, admittedly very funny and an excellent fighter. Even his typical irritation had a certain charm to it, it was weird. Also, probably the key factor, he was so unbelievably attractive. You just couldn’t convince yourself otherwise anymore. Johnny was one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. He was a marble sculpture come to life, a work of art. Every time you saw him, it was like you were being tested by the Elder Gods. His voice was so smooth and sultry, it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy whenever you heard it. He was so jaw-droppingly fine, you couldn’t help but stare at him for a little too long whenever you thought you could get away with it. He was so frustratingly funny, you had to fight hard not to give him what he wanted and laugh at his jokes. You wanted him, badly.

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You woke up late today, the morning had long since commenced by the time your eyes eventually opened. Your heart sunk when you checked the time. It was the afternoon, you’d slept in! You flopped back onto your mattress with a groan, running your hands down your face. You couldn't believe how lazy you’d been. Extra training was due, punishment for being a slouch.

So that’s what you did. You spent the rest of the afternoon training, honing your kombat prowess. You’d been pouring your hours into this, pushing yourself to your limits over and over. Sometimes, you would think about taking a break, to ease the strain on your body, but you quickly discarded that idea. You didn’t need a break. You were fine. You weren’t weak, you’re strong. Strong, independent, capable. That's what you are. What you had to be.

By now, it was evening. Sun Do’s amber skies were darkening with each passing hour. It wouldn’t be long before night befell the city. You were still training in the palace dojo, going at it like there was no tomorrow. You were one of the only few people still in the training grounds, everyone else had either gone home or was out in the city. Not that the lack of people bothered you, though. You were too caught up in your own practice to care.

Your pace was fast, unforgiving and unrelenting. You were ruthlessly striking the training dummy, loud clangs echoed around the arena as the bō staff hit the faux figure in front. Today’s gym outfit, a simple green crop-top and some black pants, was dotted with patches of sweat. An excellent sign of your work.

CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.

“Hey.”

CLANG!

The sudden sound of somebody’s voice from behind made you hit the dummy a little too hard. You winced, grimacing at the piercing overstimulation before slowly turning around to see the voice’s owner.

Johnny was standing a few steps away, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. The corners of his mouth were curled upwards in a smirk, his eyes were roaming your figure leisurely, studying every inch of your sweat-glistened body behind his Ray-Bans.

“Wow, you really are putting in the work today, huh?” He teased in a low tone.

Ah. Your tension was eased when you were met with the sight of Johnny. It was just your crush him, there was no need to be so on edge.

But that was the problem. It was him. Your face dropped. He was wearing a red compression shirt that hugged his broad form nicely. His muscles were practically on display with how his shirt’s thin fabric was clinging to them. On his lower half, he wore some black sweatpants and laced-up boots. Gods have mercy.

“See something you like?” He teased with a smirk. 

“…Hello, Johnny.” You eventually spoke up after a few seconds. A forced smile wore you, one that hopefully wasn’t picked up on.

He didn't say anything in response, opting to stand there with his arms crossed and a large smile on his face, like some sort of marble statue.

He was so attractive, why was he this attractive? The mere sight of him made your heart skip a treacherous little beat. A the desire to smack yourself for being so affected by him, by him of all men, was there. As if that would fix anything.

You wanted to ask why he was here, but the way he was dressed made it obvious. Stupid question, it would be like asking somebody who's sleeping if they're asleep. Why did he have to choose today to squeeze in a late gym session?

You gave him another quick, faux smile before turning back around to resume your training. You didn’t notice him continuing to grin at you, his focus lingering for longer than was appropriate, right on your-

With that, he decided to stop staring and walk away. He actually was here to work out, this was the only time he could squeeze in some exercise today. Finding a bench, he got right to it with some bicep curls, casually stealing at you across the arena every now and then. He couldn't take his eyes off of the way you so flawlessly moved, the blood in his veins making a beeline for his cock at the attractive blur of limbs.

You, unaware of this, returned to working the training dummy, trying hard to eject any thoughts of you-know-who out of your mind. You frowned when you realised your form was faltering. A missed strike here, a slip-up there… it was all so increasingly annoying. It was all Johnny’s fault, somehow. The knowledge of his presence was making you all clumsy and awkward. It was like your body was trying and failing to impress him, or something dumb like that. Ugh!

You looked over at the canvas of your projected frustration. He was currently in the middle of a little break, his thick arms were over his head as he stretched out his aching muscles. The deep sigh that you heard him breathe out was hot, it did something to your panties that you could feel. His shirt rode up a little, a strip of tanned skin peeking out from the gap between hems. You couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering all over, drinking in the delicious view with unabashed interest. Thank Argus he wasn’t aware of what you were doing, so you thought. He’s just so effortlessly-

Nooo no NO! You shook your head, forcefully expelling the lustful thoughts of this man out of your brain. For the Gods sake, you needed to focus! You were here to train, and that was that!

Your exercise comes FIRST!

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You were still at it half an hour later. You put in the extra work, hitting your humanoid target harder and faster than was really necessary. All of this was in an effort to focus on something else besides Johnny across from you. The sounds of your bō smacking the dummy echoed all around, a constant reminder of who owned the training grounds.

That would be good and all, if you weren’t pushing yourself to near-exhaustion. Your arms were aching, screaming at you to stop. You ignored their cries until you just couldn’t anymore. A few swings too many and you were keeled over, hands on your knees as you desperately tried to catch back your breath. Your body was in control, forcing you to listen to its calls for rest. Sweat droplets were dripping down onto the floor below as you gulped down lungfuls of air like you had just completed a marathon.

You regained enough of your bearings to fully stand back up a minute later. After stretching a little, the feeling of thirst started to seep in. You desired water, an icy cup of liquid to quench your thirst and cool you down.

Strutting over to the water station, you picked out a spare cup and placed it under the dispenser, a hand on your hip as you leaned back. You started to grow impatient, the tip of your boot furiously tapping on the ground as you stared the tank down. This damn thing was so slow for some reason, it was taking forever for your cup to fill.

With a groan, you turned away from the water station, only to be met with the sight of Johnny walking over to you. Yay(!)

He sauntered towards you, his face was straight with some sort of smug confidence, something that had your breath catch in your throat. Your face started to irritatingly feel warmer as he came into view. Just like you, he was also slicked with sweat. His compression shirt now clung to his body even more, his abs were practically bulging out with the way the material was sticking to them. Moving upwards, his hair was messy and undone. Damp with moisture, brown locks were stuck to his forehead, framing his face in a way that made your thighs subtly clench together. There were those butterflies again.

“Looking a little worn out there, Jade.” He flashed a smile, stopping just in front of you.

You mirrored the expression, though it was a little too forced to come off as authentic. As was the laugh you gave him before turning back around. You were really hoping that your leaping stomach would start to calm down, a wish that was thrown out of the window when you could feel him start to lean over you. 

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He stopped behind you, back pressed against your chest, his voice a whisper by your ear.

"Have you come over here just to pester me?" You didn't look at him as you spoke, bending down to pick up your glass of water. To say that you really didn’t appreciate this was a vast understatement.

Johnny smirked at that. “Pestering you? Me? Pfft, never.” He was silent for a bit, taking a moment to shamelessly stare at your ass before responding. "Want some water."

You didn't say anything back, taking a sip of your water as you moved to the side, granting him passage, something he thanked you for. 

Silence hung in the air for a minute or so. Johnny gulped down his drink of water eagerly, refilling the cup when the last of its contents were poured down his throat, his 1st not quenched. All the while, you were doing the same, drinking at a calmer pace, sneaking a glance at the Greek God posing beside you every now and then. You looked around. By this point, you and him were two of the few people still in the training grounds. The minuscule amount of people still here were either cleaners or too focused on their own respective training to pay attention to.

An idea came to mind. It was so spontaneous, you almost didn’t want to say it. It probably wouldn’t turn out well, not with how you were feeling at the moment. Your teeth were gritting slightly, your thighs rubbing together at the vision playing out in your mind. In your mind, and not in real-

“…Would you like to spar with me, Johnny?”

“Would I?!” He slammed his cup down, turning to you with a wide, enthusiastic smile on his face. As if he would ever pass up this golden opportunity! “You bet I would, princess!” He pointed at you, eyes narrowing. “You’re on.”

You came to regret what had just been said, effective immediately. You couldn’t help it, you were acting on impulse. The way you blurted it all out sent a tingle throughout your being, it almost came across as eagerness. You felt a little embarrassed, a little ashamed, and now that he’s said yes you couldn’t back out. That would be rude.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you walked over to the mats in the middle of the training ground. You took a few minutes to stretch out your weary muscles and also mentally prepare yourself. All the while, your not-so-secret admirer was watching your warm-up intently. The way your sweat-slicked skin glistened in the evening light was tantalizing, Johnny’s pants tightened at the personal dance before him. He had to fight the urge to approach you and lick the perspiration off of your body, like you were a pair of mating wildcats. No matter how many times he looked, it didn’t seem to be enough for him. Would it ever be?

He downed the rest of his water and threw the cup in a nearby trash bin, strolling over to you with a pep in his step. The closer he got, the more impatient he became. He wanted this match, and what he was hoping it would lead to, to begin already.

Now, you both were circling each other, walking around the mat with your focuses glued onto the fighter across. The anticipation was gnawing at the two of you, for very different yet very similar reasons. You both wore matching looks of determination, as if each of you were silently testing the other to have a go.

“Checking me out, princess?” He quipped, smirking deviously.

You shook your head. “No. Assessing my opponent.”

Well, technically, you weren’t lying? Your eyes roamed all over Johnny’s form, focusing on… some areas of his body more than others. You weren’t checking him out, though. Ew. No. Gross. Never!

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” He stopped walking and took his stance, facing you head-on. “Ready to get your ass kicked?”

Oh you HATED this. You wanted to attack him, to beat and punish Johnny for having this effect over you. Him, his captivatingly handsome face and his perfect body were all infuriating. He made you so mad!

You were the one to initiate the first round. You flew forward with a shadow kick, a yell thrown into the air as green magic came to surround you. This caught Johnny off guard, he was just barely able to block your foot with his hands, grabbing onto your ankle. He stumbled back a bit, gritting his teeth.

“Damn, princess. Eager to get your hands on me, aren’t you?” He laughed as he pushed you away, regaining his balance. He lunged forward, flipping the tides, aiming for a strike at your side.

A sparring match ensued.

The two of you spun around the centre of the training grounds, solely focused on one another and their respective actions. Your movements were a blur as you both jabbed at and struck each other. Johnny was larger and stronger than you, but you were faster and more precise. None of his attempted blows deterred your need to best him and beat him down to his place. You channeled your sinful feelings for him into every one of your hits, an excellent source of strength.

Johnny was holding his own pretty well, well enough against your flurry of attacks. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. The way you were attacking him, your moves so quick and graceful, just served to turn him on even more. The need to pin you down was growing by the second as was something else lol. He wanted to tame you, to make you submit, to have you entirely to-

All these thoughts distracted him, causing him to make a crucial mistake and allowing you to deliver a good kick to his chest. He came crashing down to the ground, a loud groan came from him as his body collided with the mat. You stood over him, each foot beside his hips. He was between your legs, and wow, what a view did you have below.

There was something about a cocky, annoying man being put in his place that pleased you, in more ways than one. A large smile was plastered over your face as you silently looked down at him, your eyes stalking all over his heaving form. You bit your lip, grinning wickedly as the filthier of thoughts started to overtake.

"Aww... was that your best?"

He chuckled, the sound breathy and a little strained. “Oh princess, that was nothing. I was going easy on ya.”

Ha! Yeah, right! You didn't believe him for one second! You audibly laughed at this poor excuse before leaning down and extending your hand out, grasping his own and pulling him up to his feet. Johnny was still a little dazed, his chest still aching from your strike. It didn’t help that he got a face full of your tits either as he stood up, the tip of his nose nearly tucking into your cleavage. Yeah, that didn’t make things any easier. But it definitely made something harder!

Once he was up, you strutted away from him. You flicked your long braid over your shoulder as you stepped away, your inner diva no longer suppressed. Winning a round against him had made you arrogant, some of Johnny’s cockiness had rubbed off onto you like cologne.

"Best two out of three?" You called out, turning around with a conceited grin.

He took a moment to gather himself, taking off his sunglasses and placing them down beside the mat. “You’re on, Jade.”

A second sparring match ensued.

You and him moved all around the mat underneath, jabbing at and blocking each other’s strikes. Your speed and his strength made for an even match-up. There were moments, but overall, neither of you seemed to have the upper hand in the fight. The brief contact every now and then between you both was electrifying, more so than it should be. Johnny’s feather touches made your skin burn, you had to fight off both this man and your desire for him.

At one point, your hand was pressed against his arm. The feeling of his large, hard bicep against your palm made you jolt backward in surprise, your stomach jumping at the realisation of what happened. This made Johnny laugh. A laugh that stuck into a grin when an idea came to mind.

Johnny quickly whistled to get your attention. This proved effective in distracting you. As you stood there, eyes quickly darting over his features to try and guess what he was plotting, he pulled up his shirt, giving you a view of his bare torso.

Ah. To say that you were visibly caught off guard by this little stunt would be selling it short. Your jaw dropped, a loud gasp came from your parted lips as you were presented by the sight of his bare abs. Any move you were going to make was lost to you, leaving along with most of your thoughts.

Six large, well-defined lumps of pure muscle were sticking out of his lower torso. The way they flexed and rippled with each movement had you completely entranced. You practically malfunctioned. You forgot all about where you were and what you were doing. Hell, for a second, you’d even forgotten how to speak. Your stance stalled, you just… stared at the sight. Can you picture the moment when Richie saw the Deadlights in IT Chapter Two? Yeah, that’s you right now. To a less dramatic extent but, still. Accept the damn analogy!

The way you reacted to this cheap trick made Johnny laugh out loud. He wasn’t an idiot, he saw right through all of your shallow denials when it came to your little crush on him. You may not have thought it, but he’d caught you staring at him for a little too long more than once. Of course you were.

With how stunned you looked, using this to his advantage more often would be fun. Not that he had time to properly think about this, though. He took the opportunity to pounce, quickly closing the distance. You didn’t even have time to make an attempt to move as he grabbed your wrists and swept you off of your feet, knocking you to the floor. He stood over you, eyes darkened with lust as they stared down at the view below, all over. Each boot was by the side of your waist, nearly pinning you underneath him.

You flopped onto your back, the feeling of your braid pressing against your spine making you wince ever so slightly. Your eyes met his as they reopened.

You… you couldn’t believe it! Johnny had used such a dirty tactic to best you, how dare he?! You were mad at him, of course, but you were also more upset at yourself. A part of you was screaming, yelling, so angry that you would dare fall for such… tricks!

You were looking up at him, your facial expression a mix of anger and befuddlement. The fact that Johnny would resort to such low means in order to win a round made you mad. The fact that the sight of him towering over you, in all his gleaming glory, sparked a feeling of arousal inside you that made you even more mad.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Jade? You look flushed. Did me beating you again get you all hot and bothered?” He teased, leaning over you, smiling in a way that made you want to swing your foot up.

You didn’t know what to say. You were looking up at this man with an unreadable facial expression. Never in all your years were you bested in a fight by such a… dishonourable tactic. You wanted to yell at, to chastise him for resorting for such means but it was pointless. You already knew that doing so would just fuel his already inflated ego.

When Johnny bent down and extended his hand out, you bitterly took it. You briskly walked away from him once you were on your own feet, a stark contrast from your little victory taunt before, something your victor took great pleasure in.

You both returned back to the center of the mat. The both of you took some time to stretch and fix your hair, though only one of you spent a considerable amount of time flexing their muscles before taking on a fighting stance. Can you guess who?

A third sparring match ensued.

Unlike the first two, this one was a little more… physical. Johnny was a little more… grabby this time. He was grabbing you in a way he usually didn't, like a man starved of female attention. Your hips, waist, arms, even your thighs, he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. At first you refrained, but eventually you couldn’t help but reciprocate his close contact. Your intrusive thoughts took the wheel in the heat of kombat. His arms, chest, shoulders, even his hands, it was all driving you insane. Your bodies touched more often than appropriate as you fought. You both yearned for each other, in more ways than one, the walls containing your mutual desires were quickly crumbling.

At one point, he managed to lock you into a hold, your bodies firmly pressed against each other. Both of his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible. Your back was pressed against his chest, writhing against his front. Johnny’s grasp on you was firm, no amount of you hitting at his hands would falter the hold he had on you. Thinking quickly, you used your feet to sweep at his legs, knocking him off balance and sending him to the floor.

His back hit the ground with a thud, the impact of the fall knocking a little bit of air out of his lungs. His arms were still locked around your midsection, so as a result, you too came crashing down. His form broke your fall, your bodies landing on the mat made you both groan at the same time. Neither of you stayed like this for long, though. Johnny instantly reacted by flipping the both of you over, so that you were now underneath him. 

You barely even knew what had happened. One second, he was behind you, wrapping you in a bear hug. The next, he was on top of you and Gods… what a sight you had above. Each of his hands were beside your head as he crouched over you, his chest flush against yours.  Every feeling you were currently experiencing was on overdrive, it became increasingly difficult to control your… urges for him. The feeling of Johnny’s knees against your sides, as well as his body mere inches above, all of it had your clit twitching in anticipation, it was too much.

In one swift motion, you quickly hiked your knee up and made contact with his backside. Such a blow had him squeal in surprise, temporarily stunning him. In a flash, you switched your positions, pushing him off of you and rolling your bodies over, planting yourself on top of him, straddling his hips.

Now in control, you grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them down, above his head. Your thighs pushed into his sides as you settled your weight on him, there was no escape. You looked down at him below you, a small smile of satisfaction on your face shining through your heavy breaths. The sight of him all dazed made your smirk widen, that stupid cocky smirk was nowhere to be found. Once again, you had bested him. The sparring round was yours.

Minutes passed. No words were said between you two, you guys were both catching back your breaths after such an intense three matches. Your eye contact never faltered, though. Both of your focuses were on the other’s sweat-slicked faces, just… looking.

Johnny tried in vain to get his wrists out of your iron grasp, but you were just too strong. His body forced him to stop struggling and give up, going limp against the mat as he submitted to your mercy.

That’s when he looked up, meeting your gaze. Your face above him, your hands around his wrists, the way your thighs had him completely pinned, it was driving him crazy.

You were so insanely attractive. You’re so jaw-droopingly gorgeous, it was crazy. Your body, your face, your hair, you were perfect, truly. You’re one of the hottest women Johnny ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. The amount of pressure in his pants grew in intensity every second, just by looking at you. 

Your smile faltered a little as your adrenaline wore off. With that, the feeling of Johnny’s body underneath you was starting to become more and more clear. He was so firm, he felt so warm. The way you were sat on him, your position on his body, you could feel… something rising underneath you. Right on your-

Your mind was like a storm, all of your thoughts were yelling at once, they were impossible to decipher. The sight of a breathless Johnny, the feeling of his muscles underneath you, the sweaty scent of him in general, it was all making you dizzy. Your eyes glossed over with desire, your heart was beating like crazy, whatever explicit thoughts were in your brain right now were going into overdrive. You were fighting tooth and nail with everything inside to not give in to your instincts, but that proved to be a losing battle the moment you saw the tip of his tongue dart out to wet his dry mouth.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed your lips into his.

A/N: and so it begins…

[the-s1lly-corner]

SCRAMBLES IN-

Ive had Cotl Bishop relapse and stumbled across your one bed trope with them-

What if lamb catches on that something more might be brewing and lowkey ships it, so they just upgrade the already existing hut instead of building a new one.

And just a few headcanons as to how reader and bishops grow closer/realisation that their cult leader ships it?

(I think it would be funny if at dinner one time lamb just asks 'so when are you gonna ask them out?' and that sentence alone almost kills the bishops again /joke)

P.s would reader be allowed to be a cuddle bug?

P.s.s sorry if this a lot, feel free to pick and choose what parts of the idea you want to include or not. If you want to cut down on the amount of characters Shamura and Leshy would be preffered. ^^

Lambert playing matchmaker w/ you and the bishops

rubs my little hands- you guys ever make all your other followers to go sleep on holy day rituals but leave just 2 followers (that you ship together) alone so they can actually befriend each other and/or fall in love or is that just me notes: reader is gn, playing off of the one bed trope post , post game but not post final quest, short time jump so its at least within a few weeks of the respective bishop joining the cult, written on mobile cws: implied freaky stuff but like "lambert jokes about sending them and you to the mating tent to try to bring you two closer"

Leshy

He hardly needs the Lambe help to make his move on you, hes still got that god like arrogance... he sometimes pops out of the ground just to bug you while you're working... may attempt to drag you off to do something else

...it does sometimes take him a while to recognize the feelings as romantic, before he just loved how attentive you were to him.. it reminded him of how his followers used to fawn over him in godhood

Probably has the balls to scurry into your bed and ask to huddle up with you- it's too cold in this shelter, hes a bug! Hes cold blooded! Warm him up!! ..his moss.. leaves.. things... dont feel too bad.. and if it's too hot? The moss is cool to the touch! It's a win no matter the condition!

If he could glare at the lamb he would, the question of when hes going to ask you out doesnt make him falter... grumbles under his breath about the lamb being annoying and to go away... he cant see the smirk they're giving him

Finds himself working in the same areas as you- if you're chopping wood hes chopping wood.. and so on... not that hes actually going to do work, hes going to attempt to drag you off somewhere

Heket

Shes like her younger brother, shes confident enough to eventually make a move when she feels its right... she won't turn you down for a cuddle session even if shes not entirely a cuddler...

The lamb catches her beelining for wherever you're working to make sure you're not overworking yourself- and how she sometimes forcefully drags you to get some water or to take a break

She actually can glare, and the look she gives the lamb is enough to kill but they remain unphased and ask if she wants them to assign her to the same jobs as you

Super straight forward when she does ask you out, torn vocal cords make it hard to dance around topics- it may almost come off as a threat but that's just because of the growl and strain, her body language tells you shes trying to be tender

Kallamar

If he didnt feel humiliated from getting his ass beat twice by the lamb he would waste no time in trying to romance you- if he had met you later after hes been in the cult for longer, then itd be a different case...

Hes more subtle, testing the waters to see if you're receptive slowly getting bolder with time until hes basically flirting with you

Damn near inks himself when the lamb asks him when he plans on asking you out... would he like it if they sent the two of you to the mating tent to spend some time together? They say it jokingly but he nearly jumps on the offer... though he'd much rather the idea come from you

Subtly brags about his past accomplishments to try to win you over, regardless of if you know he was a bishop or not

Shamura

Slow slow burn, theyve never rushed into relationships so why start now? They want to know all there is to know about you before committing to you.... this leads to a lot of late night talks in your shared hut

Waits until you're both done with your work for the day before coming to you

To outsiders there doesnt seem to be any feelings on their end- but to their siblings and the lamb.. they can tell.. it also helps when at least one of those people can read minds

They don't give much of a reason to the lamb asking when they're going to ask you out- actually they answer honestly if theyve already decided when

Bonus they chirp/purr at you. Literally the only hint to you that they might have some attraction to you prior to asking you out- excluding them outright saying they think you're beautiful or a good companion to have or the longing gazes or how they guide your hands for a task or-

[cozzzynook]

TFA Bee angst

A light beeping cry filled the air as the yellow mech looked down at the tiny shape in his arms. What was supposed to be a normal routine patrol had become much dire, not wasting another nanosecond Bumblebee tucked the sparkling as close as he could before shifting into Alt mood and speeding back to base. He didn't know how long the bitty had been out there cold, hungry and alone all he knew was that they needed to see a medic and fast!

Even when he barged into the bay startling Ratchet so badly the medic almost threw a wrench at him, Bumblebee didn't leave the sparkling's side. He carefully watch Ratchet run all kinds of tests not once daring to glance away for a second not even when Optimus began asking questions. All the prime could do was keep the others out of the bay until things began to settle in the meantime he stood over Bee, shielding both him and the sparkling in a protective shadow.

"Well, the results are back and despite only being a little cranky they are one healthy sparkling" Ratchet smiled as he quickly handed the now wrapped sparkling to Bumblebee. "You sure found them in the nick of time, if they had been out there any longer well..."

"Who'd just abandon a bitty like that?" Optimus pounded a carefully inspect the sparkling for himself.

Bumblebee would hug the sparkling closer nuzzling their tiny helm with his own as he allowed them to listen to his spark. His whole frame boiled with rage threating to leak into his field. "A lot of bots. Too hard to say but most do..." Bee found himself accidently blurting out. Scrap!

Though Optimus and Ratchet only shared a sorrowful glance the worry leaking into their fields gave away their true feelings. The prime was the first one to speak up again this time turning to fully look at the sparkling. "Well, since you're the one who found them. What do you want to do with the little spark, Bee?"

Bumblebee had already made up his mind the moment his optics landed on the bitty, he won't let another cruel set of servos take this one too. "I'm keeping them. It only seems fair I raise them after all"

"Are you sure kid?" Ratchet grumbled clearly not fully convinced.

"100%" The yellow mech only tightened his grip around the tiny frame.

Ratchet sighed already heading over to his supply closet he then began to pull out different soft blankets, fuel and lastly a small array of chewable toys. "Here you'll need these if you want to keep the little ankle bitter happy"

Bumblebee smiled as he watched Optimus carefully and neatly pack the stuff away in a small moving crate. "Thank you"

"Of course" Optimus gave his own soft smile as he held the now full crate carefully in front of him. "We're a team after all, you and now our newest member"

Bee felt his spark flicker with joy as both he and prime began walking back to his room the mech still shielding him and the sparkling from any prying optics. While he knew this sparkling won't fully take away the pain, he can make sure this little one never feels the same pain he felt when he too was once this small.

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😭😭😭 kool kat!!!!

I love this!!!

I love bumblebee angst & tfa bumblebee angst is the best!!!

Baby bee was abandoned and grew up on the streets alone and he refuses to allow that to happen to another bitty!!

I love this idea that his happy and arrogant personality is a protectant for a painful past!

[asaedw]

I wrote this essay a year ago and...

WHY ITOSHI SAE IS THE BEST BOYFRIEND MATERIAL EVER.

Because of the large number of people in this world, there are many different perspectives and many opinions. Everyone has varying taste in men and everyone has a different point of view about what’s right and what’s wrong in a man. Lots of people want a man who can flirt, or has popularity and attention. Lots of girls want really tall men. But they would, unfortunately for their misfortune of a taste, be wrong. There is no other answer but ‘Sae Itoshi.’ In general, telling someone that their opinion is ‘wrong’ or ‘incorrect’ would be an uneducated way of dismissing someone’s point. But, when it comes to the topic of the best man alive, there is only one answer. That’s because this answer isn’t based on opinion but facts and logic. Anyone who opposes would be considered ‘illiterate’ by mentally sane people and emotionally stable people. The reasons why ‘Sae Itoshi’ is the best boyfriend to ever exist in the past, present and future are discussed in the following paragraphs.

First and foremost, there is no reason for an educated person to not acknowledge Sae’s talent. He is an incredibly skilled football/soccer player. He can put his whole heart into playing the game or not put his heart in at all, and he’d still win against eleven people alone. There is no doubt that his talent is the first thing that comes to mind when the name ‘Sae’ is spoken of. He has made history by being the greatest striker in Japan, referred to as ‘Japans prodigy’. There is no mistake in this title but the understatement. A more fitting nickname would be ‘Japans only hope’. Anyone who thinks any less of Sae Itoshi’s skill has never touched a book in their life.

But that’s not all that Sae has in store. There is a very important factor of Sae Itoshi that we mustn’t miss. That is his dedication skills. Sae is the type of man to not find himself interested in too many things. He’s not the type to have many hobbies. But when he does find himself passionate about something, he would dedicate his life to it. Imagine being loved by this guy! He would do any to everything for a person or thing he truly loves. That fact has been nothing but proven throughout Sae Itoshi’s public life on the Soccer field. Sae Itoshi tells it like it is, a brutally honest and blunt man. He does not appreciate a lie, and he wouldn’t lie over his dead body. Nor does he feel the need to pretend like he’s enjoying something he isn’t. In other words, an honest and straightforward character. This has been seen through his interviews where he would get up and leave whenever he wanted. It doesn’t matter to him if people will criticize him for being uncomfortable or so on, and leaving the interview.

Lots of people believe his behavior to be ‘rude’ or ‘arrogant’. Some even refer to him has ‘narcissistic’. The people throwing such terms at him do not realize what stoicism is. Sae is a man driven naturally to his own goals and ambitions. A man who is always trying to improve aspects of his personality and physique. To him, socializing and idle chit-chat is a waste of time and to him, time is something precious. Hence, his exit mid-convos. He has always been a hard-working man and that has only become a sharper trait of his personality as he grew. His god-like demeanor and his confidence makes him seem narcissistic. Although the term isn’t completely not-defining of him, it must be understood that this word is a term from a mental illness and diagnoses shouldn’t be thrown around. Not to mention that Sae is the type of man form whom being narcissistic is excusable. This is because of his many personality traits that make him more appreciateable than the average human of his age or older.

Now let’s talk about what the eye sees. What do you see when you look at Sae? If you said someone ‘unattractive’ even by the slightest, then you need glasses. Not just any, but make sure your glass is two to four times sharper then you need it to be. A young man with a jaw that cuts glass and eyes that pierce souls. A mysterious and reserved individual who has the charm of a prince and a god.  Usually, you would need to flirt with women or wink to catch their hearts. But this guy? He doesn’t need to do that. In fact, gathering women doesn’t even make it to his priority list. And yet, there are so many edits of him on the internet in which the comments are all like, ‘till my insides are out.’ Or, ’we ain’t stopping.’ Etc. In other words, he is a beautiful guy with aventurine marbles as eyeballs and knives as his eyes, sharp and sexy. And no, the haircut or bangs is not a valid reason to find him unattractive.

Have you heard this guy’s voice? If not, then I recommend that you get prepared and watch a video of him speaking. That deep and husky, growly and raspy voice of his. His voice could put my anxieties to rest but the same voice could drive one insane. His voice is the perfect real-voice of how book characters voices are described. Have you heard him speaking Spanish? I felt something dripping down my leg. And if you didn't, you are a liar.

Let’s talk about his success too while we’re at it. I mean, he’s nineteen(in 2025). But he’s already more successful than many people older than him. According to a fact, he currently owns two accounts. One account holds the Japanese Yen. Around a hundred million, which he has referred to as ‘a small amount of money’. In his dollar account, he owns up to almost a million dollars.

Let’s discuss his collectivity and stress management. In a relationship, dealing with situations and arguments in a calm manner is much more suited. Sae Itoshi has never been known to lose his temper and even if he were to so, he would let out his anger by doing one of his favorite things. He isn’t aggressive or abusive despite his cold nature. He seems to deal with every matter at hand with logic and pure conversation rather than anger or grudges. Or... just by not dealing with it at all. And that is something more important that you think. His morning routine consists of: opening the window to let in fresh air, taking a deep breath, morning yoga, meditation, drinking salted kombucha, and starting his day. That’s why he’s such a physically fit and mentally strong guy. (according to fact, duh.)

His passion and determination, his good looks and success, his drive for work and strengths, his mental and physical stability all combined into one man makes him the single (I hope to God) most perfect man to exist for a lady. I know many people still think he’s cold or to-be-avoided, but they are people who are forgetting that Sae is a gentle and nice guy when he loves someone. And they are also snowflakes. If he’s rude to you, you’re doing something stupid or wrong. He cannot be wrong or ‘misjudging’. And anyone who thinks he can are people who have never been treated nicely. It’s more than obvious that he’s a nice and respectful man with a girl he would love. You just need to be loveable in his eyes. Therefore, I conclude this essay. Kiss my ass if you disagree.

[kerbubbles]

Stobotnik brain worms combined with another of my long term hyperfixations

Soul Eater AU :)

Ivo is a meister, Stone is a weapon.

Stone is a scimitar. I dont have much in the way of a design right now but I'm thinking black handle with gold or bronze accents? He masters his transformation at a very young age, and by the time he enters the DWMA he's quite adept at partially transforming, able to wield himself quite competently by transforming his arm into a blade.

At orientation, Ivo is loud, cocky, and obnoxious. He doesn't think any of these incompetent weapons who can barely transform at will are worth his time, they'd never be able to keep up with him. He laments how his class is clearly full of a bunch of sniveling morons and it was a waste of time to even enroll. Stone has a similar thought process, that none of these meisters are capable of wielding him properly nor of keeping up with his rapid development pace. He's just far, far less loud and obnoxious about it.

Despite ivo's obnoxious arrogance, Stone does find himself intrigued by him, wondering if he can back up that cockiness with real skill. Just as he moves to approach him, Stein decides he's had enough of listening to this kid and steps in. "Why don't you show us what you're capable of, Ivo?" Scans the souls of the crowd, zeros in on stone and yes, these souls are highly compatible, he thinks. "Stone, why don't you help him out?"

He doesn't need to be asked twice. With no warning, he takes a running leap towards Robotnik and transforms fully midair. Robotnik catches him with ease; their souls must be compatible, then, if he doesn't even fumble let alone drop the blade. He tosses Stone in the air a few times to test his weight, and then gives a few experimental slashes with him. Oh yes, this weapon will do just nicely, he thinks.

He can't resist the urge to show off after being handed the opportunity on a silver platter. He wields stone with perhaps a bit of flair, leaping into the air and spinning as he slashes downwards. He's nimble on his feet, jumping back from an imaginary kishin with stone held up as if to block a blow, and then charging forward and slashing the air with not so much as a stumble.

Suffice it to say, they become partners after that. And they're a fearsome duo. They speed through lessons with ease, theyre perfectly in sync, and its not even a month before theyre taking on their first demon soul. Their soul resonance is powerful, and its on their 5th hunt when they manage their first special art.

Their progress is rapid from there. They master multiple special arts, claim demon soul after demon soul. Within the first year, Ivo makes Stone a death weapon. They're a highly respected duo among the academy, even with ivo's....eccentricities. Yeah, he may be insufferable and rude, but he made a death weapon within his first year! Shinigami sends them to hunt the strongest demon souls, ones on the brink of becoming a kishin, as well as the strongest witches no other duo can handle.

Oh also stone has his motorcycle in this, its how he and ivo travel to their marks :) just like soul and maka

ALSO stone has longer hair here!!! It goes down to his shoulders and is very fluffy and curly

[wolfylady]

Sunlight and Shadow

Summary: Soap was like the sun, and Ghost was like a shadow trailing after.

Note: This story can be read as a stand-alone and be under 10 chapters, and will be the prologue to another story.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: Self-deprecating, omegaverse (hinted at)

Pairing: Soap and Ghost

Rating: General (will be raised to Explicit/NSFW later)

Word Count: 691

Chapter 1

Enjoy!

Ghost was a key figure in Task Force 141.

Reliable. Precise. Ruthless when it mattered. A man who operated in the shadows and preferred to stay there.

He didn’t waste words. Didn’t entertain distraction. His role was to end threats—cleanly, silently—and disappear before the dust settled.

Ghost was everything his name suggested.

Even among Task Force 141, where elite soldiers earned their scars through fire and failure, Simon Riley remained at a distance. The only man who knew him beneath the mask was Price—and even that was limited. Trust was rare. Bonds were liabilities. Ghost had learned that lesson the hard way, in blood and betrayal and the cold silence left behind when family no longer came home.

He didn’t want closeness.

He didn’t believe in it.

Until Soap joined.

John MacTavish.

The moment he stepped onto base, he was all noise and confidence and spark. Laughed too loudly. Smiled too easily. Made jokes that didn’t always land, but made people breathe a little easier anyway.

Ghost hated it.

Or at least, he told himself he did.

And despite himself, Ghost found himself watching.

Watching as Soap trained like a man trying to outrun ghosts of his own. Pushed harder than necessary. Took hits without complaint. Came back bruised and battered but still grinning like he’d won something private and important.

He didn’t just shine—he burned.

And Ghost—who had lived in the cold shadows for so long he’d forgotten what warmth was—felt himself being pulled.

It wasn’t just interest.

It was gravity.

He found himself drifting closer.

Choosing seats near Soap during briefings. Volunteering for partnered drills and joint exercises. Lingering in conversations longer than necessary, listening even when he kept his eyes trained on anything but Soap.

And it scared the hell out of him.

Because for the first time in years—years—Simon felt something stirring beneath the scar tissue. Something dangerous. Something human. Something he thought he’d buried, with the people he lost, and with the man he used to be.

He never admitted it aloud. Not to himself, not to anyone.

But in the quiet moments—when Soap laughed from across the room, or said his name like it was a real thing and not a cautionary tale—Ghost felt it.

That pull. That soft hum of something more.

The ghost was not so empty anymore. And that was frightening.

He told himself it was just a habit.

That he sat across from Soap at the mess table because the others were too loud. That he paired with him on the range because he was efficient. That he watched him—not constantly, but often—because he was unpredictable.

But Ghost knew the truth.

He was drawn.

Drawn to the way Soap filled space. Not with arrogance, but with presence. Like he refused to shrink just because the world demanded it. He walked into every room like it had been waiting for him.

Ghost had lived in silence for so long that Johnny’s voice felt like it was shaking the dust off his bones.

He didn’t speak it.

Wouldn’t admit it.

But every time Soap laughed, Ghost looked, holding his breath. Because it was beautiful.

And when Soap bled on a mission in Moldova, Ghost had moved without thinking—dropped his cover, breaking protocol, and dragged him back himself.

“You okay?” he asked, voice tight behind the mask, eyes burning as he cataloged every scrape and speck of dirt that smeared his skin like a personal offense.

“Didn’t think the great Ghost did rescue missions,” Soap had rasped, trying to smile through the pain.

Ghost didn’t answer.

But that night, long after Soap was stitched up and sedated, Ghost stood outside the med bay for nearly an hour.

Just… standing.

Listening to the slow, steady rhythm of Soap’s breath. To his heartbeat on the monitor.

It meant nothing, he told himself. Just making sure his teammate was stable. Just a professional precaution.

But when a nurse walked by and asked if he needed anything, Ghost didn’t respond. Didn’t move.

Long after the hall had emptied. Long after anyone was watching.

Because something in him had cracked. And no amount of silence could stitch it shut.

wolfYLady: My first Ghoap! This pairing has taken over my brain!

Ao3

Chapter 2🔜

Sunlight, Moonlight, and Her Series🔜

[cheemscakecat]

BLU Team Headcanon yap

I haven’t finished Missing in Action, (a RED team Fic) yet, but here’s some stuff about BLU team.

BLU Soldier is was Spy’s only friend. BLU Spy is not like his RED counterpart, he’s grating and overly critical and distant. The other teammates dont know why Soldier wasted his time hanging around Spy; he’s never been nicer or any less of a downer to the veteran.

But at the same time, why did they suddenly stop being friends? Spy had begrudgingly tolerated Soldier’s small talk and lingering near him, on a good day. It was like he wanted to be all alone forever.

BLU Heavy is an ex-bodyguard from Russia and still firmly communist. He isn’t arrogant about it, but it doesn’t take long to see that he puts his faith in Soviet leadership despite living in the States.

More imposing and gruff than RED Heavy, because of his old line of work. Definitely a fun guy to play cards with and a dependable teammate in battle, but no one’s super buddy-buddy with him either.

In general BLU team doesn’t open up about their secrets and personal lives. They’re politely nice, not a tight knit pack like RED. For most of BLU team, being distant with Heavy is just the same distance they keep with their other teammates.

BLU Soldier doesn’t trust anyone who’s seen that much of the Soviet government and come out of it still loyal to them. Heavy’s faith in the Commies has always left a bad taste in the American’s mouth. But that being said, he’s not so hung up on it that he can’t work with the man or joke with him.

BLU Sniper and Demoman are here to do a job, not make best friends. They aren’t unapproachable like Spy, but don’t expect to hang out in Sniper’s van or hear Demo drunkenly tell a tale about his childhood.

Spy’s overly critical and negative way of speaking has always annoyed Demoman. Would any of them’ve been bloody hired if they didn’t do a good job? No. They don’t need Spy to lecture them about how skilled RED team is, or make it sound like they are unskilled amateurs.

Demoman believes that the Frenchman is arrogant, thinking he’s the best asset to BLU on their team. Why else would he be ready with “suggestions” and not compliments? Didn’t seem to matter how good you were, Spy thought he’d seen better. Demo keeps his distance and skepticism.

Sniper usually just ignores Spy. He told himself a long time ago that there was no way of knowing which gravel war spies were double agents or traitors. Nice, slimey, rude, quiet, didn’t matter. Just don’t trust em.

That being said, the fact that Spy seems to go out of his way to critique their work and be unapproachable.. it seems counterintuitive to mining their information. Sniper’s pretty sure Spy isn’t one of the Admin’s eyes looking for blackmail on his teammates.

Spook’s annoying, but Sniper doesn’t let his attitude get to him. He’s confident in his own skill, and if he decides to train harder it’ll be his self-evaluation that leads him there, not Spy’s.

BLU Pyro is the only woman on the team, but Scout and Medic are the only ones who know. She’s 24, and scrawny looking. Cheryl would rather the others not know her identity, because then they might think she’s fragile. Scout knows she can handle her own, and they are good friends.

Spy seems to avoid critiquing her as much as the others. Probably because she could be anyone under the mask, and everyone tends to give her a wide berth. It means a lot that Scout trusted her enough to become friends instead of assuming she was another feral menace like the RED Pyro.

Medic had special locks installed in the Medbay, so whenever he starts acting different the others can lock him in. While his sudden brutality on the battlefield is a shock to the system, he’s never turned on the team while like that. But Dr Ludwig still doesn’t trust himself, so if it gives him peace of mind to lock the doors, they will.

One time Scout ended up stuck inside the locked Medbay, since he was trying to get Medic’s pet cat out of there. The locks were set to stay on for 2 hours minimum, so the others couldn’t just let him back out right away. The doctor didn’t do anything “evil”, but no matter how much the others told him once he returned to normal, he was mortified.

Scout said the “other” Medic was jaded about being stuck in there, but that they got along. Dr Ludwig still doesn’t believe it was sincere on his part, and has forbidden everyone from being in the Medbay when he’s like that. But Scout has taken to talking to “that” Medic from outside the Medbay, and the others are letting him, and keeping it secret from normal Medic.

[sobblesources]

A LOADED GOD COMPLEX ,

a collection of sentence starters from fall out boy's album from under the cork tree . edited to fit rp needs , adjust pronouns as necessary . warning for some suggestive sentences !

❛ it's just past eight & i'm feeling young & reckless , ❜

❛ we're only liars , but we're the best , ❜

❛ put these words down into your notebook , ❜

❛ we're friends when you're on your knees , ❜

❛ you only hold me up like this , cause you don't know who i really am , ❜

❛ sometimes i just want to know what it's like to be you , ❜

❛ i used to waste my time dreaming of being alive , now i only waste it dreaming of you , ❜

❛ i've got headaches , & bad luck , but they couldn't touch you , ❜

❛ i don't want to forget how your voice sounds , ❜

❛ you always fold just before you're found out , ❜

❛ why don't you show me that little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress ? ❜

❛ i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me , ❜

❛ am i more than you bargained for yet ? ❜

❛ i've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear , ❜

❛ sugar , we're going down swinging , ❜

❛ isn't it messed up , how i'm just dying to be him ? ❜

❛ if you say this makes you happy , then i'm not the only one lying , ❜

❛ nothing comes as easy as you , ❜

❛ i'll be your best kept secret , & your biggest mistake , ❜

❛ wear me like a locket around your throat , i'll weigh you down & watch you choke , ❜

❛ i want to be known for my hits , not just my misses , ❜

❛ i'm hopelessly hopeful you're just hopeless enough , ❜

❛ i'm sleeping my way out of this one with anyone who'll lie down , ❜

❛ i keep telling myself i'm not the desperate type , ❜

❛ i'm not going home alone , ❜

❛ i swear i'd burn this city down to show you the light , ❜

❛ no matter what they say , don't believe a word , ❜

❛ the best part of believe is the lie , ❜

❛ give in , or just give up , ❜

❛ i'll keep you warm & won't ask where you've been , ❜

❛ oh yeah , you caught me , ❜

❛ some secrets were meant to be told , ❜

❛ i'm sorry my conscience called in sick again , ❜

❛ i've got arrogance down to a science , ❜

❛ so progress report , i am missing you to death , ❜

❛ feeling borrowed , & always blue , ❜

❛ why don't you just drop dead ? ❜

❛ i don't blame you for being you , but you can't blame me for hating it , ❜

❛ kiss her , kiss her ! ❜

❛ write me off , give up on me , ❜

❛ darling , what did you expect ? ❜

❛ you said you'd keep me honest , ❜

❛ this has been said so many times that i'm not sure if it matters , ❜

❛ your secret's out , & the best part is it isn't even a good one ! ❜

❛ i know this hurts , it was meant to , ❜

❛ i used to obsess over living , ❜

❛ now i only obsess over you , ❜

❛ tell me you like boys like me better in the dark lying on top of you , ❜

❛ talking's just a waste of breath , ❜

❛ living's just a waste of death , ❜

❛ to hands between legs & whatever it takes , ❜

❛ what did it ever do for me ? ❜

❛ choose love or sympathy , but never both , ❜

❛ i hope you choked & crashed your car , ❜

❛ loose lips sink ships , ❜