#like it was littered with problems and those absolutely should have been called out
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Another one I hate is someone says a show is racist and the reaction is "UH IT'S A KIDS SHOW STUPID STOP WATCHING KIDS SHOWS LOLOLOLOLO" or they'll accuse them of just whining that the show doesn't cater to them.
yeah i say that people still ranting abt minor things on su (like the colors being bright or the worldbuilding) to this day are exhausting but i dont really like the attitude that the people miffed with it are high strung killjoys who should stop watching kids shows, when the things that really drove it into controversy from what i remember were the bismuth and andy episodes which were just. unbelievably racist
#also the human zoo episode and the concrete thing like there was obviously an issue w racism w the show#like it was littered with problems and those absolutely should have been called out#and not just shrugged off with ââwell it has lgbt rep so just be grateful assholeââ#mail#kirisakin#also something i always remember bc of how silly ot was#was when an ex mutual posted that people were only calling the show racist bc their favorite characters all had screentime#while ââjasper truthersââ were like commited soldiers who were loyal and not spoiled brats bc her arc wasnt done#im not kidding it was a whole essay w pics
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Do you have any thoughts on the relationships between characters so far in Hades II? Any predictions? How would you say they compare to those of Hades 1? Btw, love your megzag fic. You were The Author I went to for them back when 1.0 just came out.
Hello anon, and thank you!! I miss megzag so much, they are my everything. I will say that no one in Hades II so far is seizing me quite the way they do, especially not ship-wiseâbut letâs put the rest of this under a cut.
Below the readmore is an absolute free-for-all of spoilers so please be careful!
Overall the impression I getâespecially from how Mel talks to and about Aphroditeâis that Mel thinks of love as something sheâll get around to once she has a chance to sit down and study how it works, which obviously comes after her task in importance. Now this is not how matters of the heart work, which presumably is why itâs immediately obvious that she and Icarus are BIG into each other. Which is cute, undeniably. I wish them happiness. Though thatâs not really quite shipping, is it.
Iâm still waiting for melnem to seize me like it has everyone else; Iâm not opposed, but as of yet Iâm not quite seeing what they have to offer each other. They are both striving for each other, thatâs something; I just donât yet see how that pulls them into bed with each other. It seems like the last thing on either of their minds. Except they do keep talking about taking each otherâs clothes off. Are they flirting? They may be. At the very least I think SGG is sending deliberate âdonât worry, we ARE going thereâ signs. So far I am not drawn in by Mel/Moros as a ship, either. Iâd much rather that shit-stirring suggestion of Erisâs (that the Fates are trying to set him up) be something that he finds kind of perturbing, that his sisters would try to set him up with someone just because sheâs been nice to him. I would ship Moros/Dora. I think that would be cute and funny.
No despite all odds what I am 4k words into so far is some meleris. Well. I mean, thatâs what the file name is called, and thereâs some making out involved, but I donât know if this is going to become a romantic or even physical relationship by the time I get wherever Iâm going with it. Listen⌠I just love Eris. This horrible little gremlin whose ideals absolutely no one around her respects, so in response she doubles down on her gremlinhood. Sheâs at odds with Mel by their very natures and yet Mel keeps coming over to her little corner to give her the same gift over and over. I think they find each other frustrating but in the way a pet finds a puzzle treat toy frustrating, and I donât think they know what kind of relationship theyâre building with each other, but certainly one is building. I donât think Eris really knows what a friend feels like and I donât think she knows how to behave to keep a friend. I donât think Mel knows why she is extending kindness to Gal Who Keeps Shooting Her And Littering. I, the player, am absolutely approaching this from the perspective of âsomeone in Erisâs entire life needs to be stubbornly kind to her as opposed to every authority figure in her life treating her like a problem childâ but I donât know if Mel feels the same way, consciously or un-.
Eris is just all around a deeply interesting presence in the gameâthe Unseen seem to me to be a cult (neutral use of the word) to Nyx and Eris is absolutely a dissenting voice against that. And everything else. The game has done the opposite of selling me on either âChronos should ruleâ OR âthe Olympians should continue unopposedâ so I think we should hear Eris out. Did you know that âstrifeâ and âstriveâ come from the same root. Something something the importance of dissent. Let her cook. Explosives. And drink bath water I guess.
Other things of interest.
The âyour family may be vain idiots you hate being around but itâs still an inherent good to interact with themâ tone of the epilogue of Hades I never pleased me greatly; so far, Hades II seems to be going âgot it, just because someone is related to you by blood doesnât mean you inherently have to feel anything for themâ which IâIâI agree with that. Fundamentally. BUT THATâS MY FAMILYYYY AND I LOVE THEMMMM TToTT⌠Supergiant is doing a fascinating thing where the majority of their players know Melâs family better than she does, where Mel questions how strongly she even wants revenge for the family sheâs never known while we, clutching our keyboards or controllers, are snarling Let Me At Him Let Me At Him I Love Those People. The âwhat do I care? I donât even know themâ is so deeply upsetting and I think that once there is an actual endgame that will get addressed but I a little bit wish we had not been given that line until we were ready to deal with it because it currently gives me an emotion.
Hecate is so interesting as a contrast to Hadesâin some ways she is encouraging Mel towards much better emotional health but also. but also. Putting tremendous pressure on her, and telling her she must not think of Hecate as her mother or the Crossroads as her home. Asking Mel to leave these gaping holes in her heart so that her blood family and original home can fill them someday. I have to wonder if thereâs a part of MelinoĂŤ that feels like Hecate is withholding these things because Mel isnât good enough yet, andâdeeper stillâa part of her that fears that if she cannot become good enough, she will be subject to the same impatient disdain that Hecate aims at Nemesis and Eris. I donât think Hecate is evil but I think she maybe doesnât see the effect her single-mindedness might have.
And lastly, Chaos. Chaos!! Last night Chaos asked me, âDo you tolerate my gates stabbing you and my mark making your life difficult just because you want to look at meâ and you know what. Yeah. Their new design is everything in this whole world to me. Chaos I am going to change how I dye my undercut to be more like you. But also I absolutely love what theyâre going through emotionally in this game. Listen, if they had turned the Fates over to Chronos just because they like thwarting the Fates, I would have winced but forgiven them. This is a known! I donât require them to operate under human morality! But the fact that they feel they were deceived and the indications that this troubles them, that they are not USED to feeling troubled, that they look at the way things are currently and say I would like things to be different actually, that they ask Mel for a response when they confess their part in the current goings-on (despite there not really being a question there IIRC!) but wait until so deep into the game to do soâChaos I Love You. Would You Like A Hug. We stan an alexithymic primordial originator. Also âperhaps he shall release them if you use sufficient violenceâ is the funniest sentence in the world and I will continue to do my best đŤĄ
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Heyy!!
I'm so so sorry I have taken this long to respond. I've been a little out of it and social media has been a little too much the last few days. Thank you for being so patient with me though<3 I really appreciate it!!
I totally agree with you. I think simplicity is beautiful and too overlooked. Something doesn't have to be super complicated and difficult to be enjoyed. Connection with somebody over a shared interest or knowledge is such a fun thing! I absolutely love when it happens from time to time!
OHMYGOSH!! Yes that's so amazing!! You've done so well, I'm so very proud of you!! I'm so excited for Friday! I really hope you like it there!
No but I totally get that. The lights are so much and for why? Like we can all see just fine if you turn a few(or most) of them off. Honestly before working at a coffee place, I didn't really like coffee or how it smelled for anything. But now! I love the smell so much and it's so nice walking into somewhere when they have brewed a fresh pot of coffee. We have the best taste, you're absolutely right lol I think most people are really turned off by matcha, just because of all the negative stuff they have heard about it. But it's so damn good. You just have to find the right combination with it, is all.
It's definitely helped that I've had a while to think it through. I used to have a lot of anger towards that place but being angry at them isn't going to change what happened there. So might as well turn it into something else. But thank you!! You really are so sweet:))))
I'm so glad my job had helped with my social abilities. Although I love being alone most of the time, it's taken a toll on me. So it's nice, sometimes, to be able to talk to so many people. Though, as honestly this might just be me and my own problems, some days I have to remind myself that most of the people I work with care about what I have to say. And that they want to talk with me and listen to me. I don't know, I just have to remind myself some days.
No I haven't looked at those but I absolutely will now!!! Seeing professional photographs of space is such a wonderful thing. I feel so honored to be able to see them. I absolutely think there is other people out there. I think that it's incredibly narcissistic of humanity to think that we are the only ones out here. Though on the long list of specie's in our galaxy and others, we are not even close to being at the top. I'd actually argue that we are at the bottom. My favourite planet has got to be Saturn! And I have always have a love for Pluto. Though I think it deserves it's planet status back>:( I also think that we should have more respect for space. Like we have left so much junk out there, in our orbit and outside of it. So much shit out there littering the beautiful thing that we call space. But what do you think? Do you have a favourite planet or star? Do you have any other options on space? I'd love to hear them!!
Oh awesome! I love getting into a great book without even meaning too! I love getting to know the characters and starting to see them more like friends and less like made us people on the pages. I don't know that might just be me though lol I'm happy to hear you like it so much!
I'm so happy that you love our conversations as much as I do!!! You're so sweet and such a great person to talk to. I think you're so cool and I'm honored to get to know you<33:)
Honestly I have so many songs that I like right now, but I've been getting back into some of Rihanna's stuff and some of Selena Gomez's songs as well. I've also been listening to alot of Sleep Token too. I love music so much and I think I would probably do insane or die without it lol
I'm doing a lot better today. Thank you!! Again I'm so sorry for taking so long to respond. Everything as been a bit too much recently so I just of ghosted all my social media for a bit there.
How are you doing though? How has your day been? I hope the ending to your book isn't that bad but sometimes sad endings can be really nice. I hope you have day a good and successful day!! Thank you for being so patient with me<33:'))
Hii!:)
Please donât apologise, I completely understand. You can take all the time you need to respond, as long as youâre taking care of yourself! :) <33 I do hope you feel better soon, and if you need someone to listen or someone to talk to, I'm here if you need.
One of my favourite simply things is light beams. Especially when there's smoke in the air. They're beautiful. I love when you can put your hand in front of them and watch as the light slips through your fingers and dances across your skin. You're right, the simpleness of things is far too overlooked and criminally underrated. I feel we overlook true human connection too. Just being in a moment with someone, knowing and embracing that. I find you don't get that much any more, or I don't, I don't know. This paragraph got sad - Moving on!
Stopp- I'll cry, you're so lovely. You're too sweet to me! Thank youuuu!!! :) I'm also excited, and I really hope I like it too. <3
Right! It's blinding! I tell you who'd like it. Moths. (That's my lame attempt at humour.) - The smell of coffee is like a warm hug, or what I'd imagine a comfortable hug would feel like. It's so pleasant. But I can definitely see why at first you wouldn't like it. As I Brit I was more accustomed to the smell of tea lmao. Now I prefer the smell of coffee. :) - I agree! I drink it in tea form also, and my aunt always gives me looks because of it. It's an acquired taste, sure, but there are so many ways to have it!
That's such a healthy mindset!! You're so admirable. I agree thinking through, around, over and under things really helps you grab all outlooks and process things in a healthier way. :) You're killing me with these compliments, by the way!
I'm happy working there has helped you socially! I think reminding yourself is great. It kinda slows the part of your brain telling you otherwise. It disrupts the thought and replaces it. :) Though, anyone who's ever told you such things clearly can't see how intelligent and cool you are to converse with. Therefore, they don't deserve to engage with you because you deserve so much better. I love reading what you have to say! You're fucking awesome, and you make really good points in conversations. What you have to say matters. You matter! <3 :)
Your brain and your opinions! Ah! I love them!! I love that Jupiter is your favourite planet. :) In our solar system; I love Neptune. I think it's stunning. Not that the others aren't- I just really like Neptune. It would be Pluto, though. I love that little dude. It's most definitely should get its states back. How rude of us to just do that to him. :( - Honestly, when I first saw how much we just let float away in space, I was shocked. These are massive piece of artificial machinery just floating about. Space certainly deserves more respect! You'd think we'd learn from our actions here on the thing that holds us. Furthermore, if any of the bigger chunks collied with operating equipment, it'll create even bigger issues! - I really like Nebulas. Of all kinds, especially the ones where they're so big they create stars as the other die off. The Cosmic Cliffs actually are one of the biggest we know of that is basically a birthing place for new stars. The dust clouds are so dense they just keep forming. I'd love to see that in inferred. It'd be cool to see what galaxy's lay within in it or beyond it. Damn- I'm writing a lot lmao, sorry. I also agree that it's arrogant to think we are the only ones. I'd love to be alive when we find even a plant on another planet. Space is endless possibilities, and that's both scary and comforting. I like actually talking about it, too! This is extremely cool. Thank you! :)
No, I totally get what you mean! I took me less than a few pages to feel like I was somehow there and understanding the characters with great depth. It's truly a magnificent thing to get lost within a book. Sometimes it doesn't even seem like a book any more, just a wonderland in your mind. What kind of books do you like? Are you currently reading anything?
Ok, now I am blushing, god damn! You're too nice to me- I'm honoured to get to know you! You're so fucking lovely and kind! You're extremely cool and you have a wonderful mind. You're absolutely lovely to talk too. :) <33
Rihanna is like a god to me and has been since the Please don't stop the music video dropped on MTV. Little me was hypnotised! I also like Selena Gomez. Oddly, though, I never acknowledge that I'm a fan of hers. Sleep Token is a dope ass name- What kind of music do they make? Do you have any favourites of theirs? I love finding new music, so any suggestions of yours I'll listen too. Clearly you have great taste! - I feel the same lmao.
I'm so happy to hear you've been doing better today! And again, please don't apologise. As much as I love our conversations, which is an awful lot, I can wait for a response, I promise. You have to look after yourself first! <33
I don't actually know, I've been swinging between emotions. Today was a bit slow- I chilled with my dogs all morning watching crime documentaries. My family came around for the first time in two weeks, and it was just sad. Or I was? I don't know, but it snowed! I feel like I'm in a Tim Burton movie and I find that super cool! Thank you for asking, by the way. I really appreciate it. :)
How were you today??? And how was your day?? I hope it went well and that you're feeling better! You can take all the time in the world to respond, please never feel pressured to respond. I'd rather you be ok. <33
(It also dawned on me earlier that I don't actual know your name⌠which is like a tad awkward to bring up right now, but I digress. I've literally just been referring to you as Ray or Raz in my brain. I just wanted to ask instead of assuming. If it helps, I go by Rj, which I think I told you already. I don't know, I feel awkward now. Please don't hate me, Ok byeeeeee ) <3
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So Perfect 2 | J.P
Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader
Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupinâs Library, and canât believe what theyâre going through.Â
Preparing for a date seemed easy enough, except when itâs with a twenty-five-year-old man that already has a child. Granted, the twenty-five-year-old man was handsome, very handsome; maybe thatâs what made this so hard. Every dress that she tried on didnât seem to fit or didnât seem to look right.Â
Y/n was looking at her appearance in the mirror when a light knock was heard on her door, âCome in!â
Remus almost dropped the tea he was holding for her, âYou look spiffing.â
âSpiffing?â Y/n crossed her arms with a stupid smile, âThatâs all you could come up with?â
âDashing, beautiful, gorgeous?â Remus shrugged, âI'm not good at this whole thing. âS why Iâm into blokes, remember?â
Y/n hummed, reaching for the tea he was holding for her, âThanks, Remmy.â
âNo problem.â He replied, taking a seat on her twin bed, âSo, are you excited?â
âNervous.â
âNervous?â
âYeah, I mean, heâs already got a child, Rem!â Y/n said exasperated, âIf this goes well, then heâll expect me to be Harryâs stepmother, and Iâm not sure Iâm ready for that.â
Remus placed two hands on his shorter sister's shoulders, âYouâre going to be fine. No one is more prepared for that than you are.â
âIâm regretting this.â
âIf you donât go on this date, then Iâll never call Sirius.âÂ
âThatâs not fair!â
âIt is.â Remus replied, âHow about this-â
âOh no, you only do this when you know youâll win.â She murmured.Â
Remus smirked, âIf you go on this date and have fun, Iâll ask Sirius out. If you donât go on this date at all, Iâll block his number.â
âBut you and Sirius are perfect for each other.â Y/n whined, âAnd so are you and James.â Remus countered.Â
Y/n pouted, and Remus smiled, âNow go have fun on this date. James is waiting outside.â
âAre you shitting me?!âÂ
Remus laughed, âNope!â
Y/n scrambled to grab her things, and Remus watched amusedly, âYouâre the worst, Rem!â She yelled as she began to leave the bookstore.Â
âLove you too, sis!â
The door closed behind her, and she was releasing breaths of air. James turned to see her out of breath and a flush on her cheeks. It made him smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking too. Y/nâs hair was styled, and her dress looked dashing on her. James offered her his hand, and Y/n took it with a gentle smile.Â
âSorry for making you wait.â Y/n apologized, âRem was no help.â
James chuckled, âItâs fine.â
James opened the car door for her, and she got in. Instantly she felt out of place. Y/n hadnât been in a car since high school and ever since then had taken public transportation or walked. She and Remus didnât have money for a vehicle, so they made do with what they had. The seats were black leather, and the car didnât have a spec of dirt on it.Â
He got into the driver's side of the car smoothly and took notice of Y/nâs awestruck expression, âI take it you like my car?â
âIâm sorry.â Her expression turned sheepish, âItâs been a minute since Iâve been in a car.â
James quirked an eyebrow, âRemus and I walk or ride buses to get by.â
âWell, Iâm glad I could be with you for your first experience back.â They both laughed.Â
It was so easy with James. Conversation flowed like water, and the air was light like clouds. His hand went from the shift to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/nâs face flushed, and James smiled genuinely. James couldnât remember a time when a girl made his heart race and butterflies fill his stomach like this before.Â
When they arrived, Y/n was starstruck. It was fancier than she thought. Her heart pounded, and insecurity filled her body. James made his way to her side of the car and opening the door for her again. He helped her out of the car and felt her hand tremble just the slightest bit.Â
âYou look beautiful.â James assured, âNo need to be worried.â
Y/n swallowed thickly, âHey,â James turned her face to his, âIf I thought you were underdressed, I wouldâve told you. Youâre gorgeous, and I think youâll be the prettiest girl in the room.â
âThank you.â
He gave her another one of those beautiful smiles before walking up to the hostess, âName?â
âShould be under Potter.â
The hostess smiled, âRight this way.â
James motioned for Y/n to go first, so she followed the hostess to the table. Y/n sat down, and James sat across from her as the woman set down two menus. Maybe it was a force of habit, but she couldnât help but let her eyes travel to everything around her.Â
He smiled, slightly amused by her way of checking everything around her. It wasnât the fanciest place that he couldâve taken her - there was much better - but he didnât want to overwhelm her. It wasnât pitying that drew him toward her, though. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again.Â
The place was made of what appeared to be a dark wooden material. The lights were a dim yellow, and the tables were polished beautifully. The booths were comfy and with red cushioning. The atmosphere was cooling and dry.Â
Y/n had opened her menu and began to survey it, âPick whatever you want.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Y/n asked, âI really donât mind-â
âThis is a date.â James reminded as he held her hands from across the table, âLet me treat you so well that you a second date.â
Y/n blushed, âYouâve already done that.âÂ
âI have?â
âShut up.â
James chuckled, kissing her knuckles, âWhatever you want, love.â
Half of the food on the menu Y/n hadnât even heard of. Granted, she and Remus never really ate out much as kids. Usually, their mother - Hope - would cook them dinner as their father - Lyall - got home from work. Dinner was generally around seven-thirty or eight oâclock.Â
The dinner went by gracefully, with lots of banter and getting to know each other. It wasnât until the end of the date where James had paid despite Y/nâs efforts, and they got into the car where he had asked the dreadful question. They both sat in the parking spot when James had turned to her.Â
âHow do you feel about children?â James asked and quickly added, âI know that youâre good with them because of the reading on Saturdays but, I mean, about having children?â
Y/n wrung her hands, âI never really thought about it.â
âWhy?â
âI have two jobs and a sick brother to take care of.â
Y/n replied, âKids donât really fit in. Iâd also have to have a significant other to have children. Which I donât have.â
James nodded, âOkay, but if you were to have a significant other.â
âI mean, Iâd like to.â Y/n shrugged, âMy life is just hectic right now. Bringing a child into this life wouldnât be fair.â
Okay, so this isnât going anywhere, James thought; I need to be blunt, âHow would you feel about being Harryâs stepmother?â
She swallowed, âJamesâŚ.â
âI know thatâs a hard thing to answer right now. Especially with us just getting started.â James added, âBut if you arenât interested, then this isnât worth starting.â
âNo, I know and understand.â Y/n said, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, âIâm sure itâs hard to find someone, you know, already having a kid and all.â
James nodded.Â
âIâd love to be Harryâs stepmother.â Y/n replied as Jamesâ face lit up, âBut I still have the bookstore, the bar, and Remus to take care of as well. Itâll be stressful.âÂ
âIâm not asking you to be a stay-at-home mother.â James chuckled, âIâm just asking that at the end of the day, you come home to us.â
âAnd hopefully,â James smiled sheepishly, âSirius can knock Remus off your list.â
Y/n chuckled, âHopefully. Remus is a handful.â
âHe seems nice.âÂ
She snorted, âUntil you officially meet him.â
âWell then,â James smiled, taking her hand in his as he began moving the car, âLooks like weâll be having double dates.â
Y/n squeezed his hand as he began to drive. The car drove effortlessly over the unpaved roads. Light music played in the background. The sky was a beautiful blue littered with sparkling white specks. The moon was crescent and barely a sliver. James had gotten to a stoplight when he spoke up again.Â
âMy house or yours?â
âWhichever.âÂ
James smiled and turned the wheel to the left, âOkay.â
It didnât take long to realize that they were going to his house. His neighborhood was much different than hers. Granted, she lived on top of a bookshop, but it was still different. James lived in the suburbs. The houses were breathtaking, and the streets looked clean. Asphalt roads were freshly paved, and sidewalks looked new. The homes were family-sized, but they looked ginormous compared to her and Remusâ studio apartment only suited for one.Â
James pulled into the driveway, and Y/n was flabbergasted. It was a two-story house, mostly white concrete, and the accents were a dark brown color. The grass was freshly cut, and the vegetation was trimmed. The backyard appeared to have a pool and a patio area, but Y/n could barely tell over the solid fence.Â
His keys jingled as he placed the key into the slot and the door opened with ease. Gently, he motioned her to go first. The floors were dark oak wood, seemingly similar to the dark paint on the accents of the house. Everything was so clean, exactly like the car, not a spec of dust laid on the surfaces.Â
A movie was playing on the television in the room on the right. The kitchen was on the left, and the sitting table was in the room beside it. James shut the door behind him, locking it. He took off his coat and shoes, placing them at the front door. He smiled.Â
âI take it you like the house?â
âItâs beautiful.â
James smiled, walking to the kitchen, and Y/n took off her shoes before following him. He sighed when he opened the fridge, and Y/n had taken a seat at the barstool in front of the island. James picked up an empty bottle of wine that was still residing in the fridge.Â
âYou keep empty bottles of wine in the fridge?â Y/n questioned as James rubbed his face with his hands.Â
âNo. Bad habit of Siriusâ.â
Y/n quirked an eyebrow, âHe lives here?â
âHe acts as he does.â James muttered as he recycled the empty bottle, âBut no, Sirius lives a couple of doors down. But I feel like he should be paying rent here.â
Y/n laughed, âRegardless, Iâve known him since elementary school, so heâs like my brother. Harry calls him uncle and everything.â
âThatâs adorable.â Y/n said, âDo you have any actual siblings?â
âNope. Jusâ me.â He answered, motioning to himself, âSirius has a younger brother named Regulus.â
âHis parents obsessed with constellations or something?â
âSupposedly.â
âWhere is Harry now?âÂ
âWith Sirius.â James replied, taking out a full bottle of wine, âTold him I might get him tonight or might not.â
Y/n took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile, âMind if I ask why the tv was left on?â
âMy cat.â
âCat?â
âTechnically, not mine.â James explained, âItâs my ex-fiancĂŠes, but she left him here, so heâs mine now.â
âAnd your cat likes the tv?â
James nodded, âWhat's his name?â
âMoony.â
âMoony?â
âYeah. Harry named him actually.â
Y/n smiled. They continued to talk, and the night kept going on by. It was well past midnight when James drove her back home to her shared apartment. The car ride was silent, primarily with music playing lightly in the background once again. He walked her to the door of the bookstore before bidding her goodnight.Â
Gently James pressed his lips to her forehead, âGoodnight, get some sleep.â
���You tooâŚâ Y/n muttered, blushing as she walked into the bookstore.Â
She hadnât even made it up the steps when Remus began talking, âHad a good night, I presume?â
âYouâre a dick, ya know?â
He smirked and closed his book with a thud, âRuns in the family.â
Y/n gasped playfully, âYou ass!â
Remus chuckled as they both walked up the steps, âSeriously though, good night?â
âYeah, really good night.â
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Can u do a fic where fem!reader and Nat are broken up and theyâre pretty hostile with each other but when one of them gets hurt on a mission they realize theyâre still in love and get back together thank u if u write this :)))))))
I Love You
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: cussing, violence, thatâs it i believe
A/N: hi! i hit 300 followers! i posted my very first story 3 weeks ago and only had like 10 followers then. i canât even begin to express how grateful i am that iâve been able to bring people joy (or pain lol) with my stories. thank you. not proofread. <3
Summary: Ex-lovers Natasha and Y/N dance around their feelings for each other. They decide that hostility was the best course of action.
Word Count: 2.5K
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You and Natasha dated for a year and a half before you guys decided to call it quits. It was a mutual agreement, but there was still some sort of bad blood between the both of you that was painfully obvious. The tension could be cut with a knife.
You guys were going great at first. You both understood each other on a level that no one else could. You would do typical couple things in order to compensate for the lack of stability and domesticity youâve both had in your lives. Movie nights, designated date nights, cuddle sessions in the late hours of the night, and literally every other cliche there was in the book.
However, you and Natasha were both raised in similar environments. From young ages, you guys were trained to conceal your true emotions and that love was for children. So, communicating with one another was something that the both of you didnât know how to do.
You didnât try to communicate and neither did she; and there lied the problem. Natasha would absolutely freak on you if you so much as looked at another person. You would get upset if Natasha went on a mission without informing you first. There were so many pointless arguments that occurred between you and Natasha. Arguments that couldâve been avoided or solved if you guys were able to just talk to each other.
You would say that you guys did talk⌠just in a higher volume than normal conversation. The yelling between you both could be heard throughout the compound. Most times, you would get so fed up and tired from the arguing, that you didnât even know why you guys were fighting anymore. It wasnât healthy and you knew it.
You and Natasha never once told each other the big three words. That was a line neither of you dared to cross. Like the Red Room and The Academy taught you both, love was a weakness and was nothing more than a concept believed by children. Youâd like to think that actions spoke louder than words, though.
You could feel the love between you both in the way you would hold onto one another after a mission had gone wrong. You could feel it in the way Natasha worried and panicked when youâd come back from a mission with so much as a scratch above your eyebrow. However, you still could not bring yourself to tell her how you felt. Not that it would matter now, considering you guys had broken up.
Itâs been five months since the breakup, and at first your plan of action was to be civil with your ex-girlfriend, but she had other plans. Natasha would bark out snarky remarks whenever you would speak up during team meetings. She began to give you cold glares whenever you walked into a room. God forbid you would even breathe in her direction, she would storm out of a room at the speed of light if you did so.
So, you began to act the same way she was. Okay, yes, it was extremely childish thinking. You should be mature, regardless of how Natasha was treating you, but you couldnât be civil anymore. So you would treat her just as harshly as she did you. Youâd send her sharper glares than she would give you. Youâd never listen to anything she had to add during mission meetings, being sure to make it obvious you werenât paying attention. And you would always counter her hostile comments that were directed towards you.
The team was currently sat in a meeting. You and Natasha were meant to be sent on a mission together, to which you both immediately objected.
âSteve, do I really have to go with that over there? Iâd rather go myself and risk dying than go with her.â Natasha pointed in your direction and you were immediately offended by her statement.
âNo, I would rather go and die than have to hear one more word out of your god damn mouth. Youâre such a bitch.â You spoke as you stood up from your seat, Natasha following suit. Natasha walked across the room and stopped in front of you. She harshly shoved a finger against your chest.
âWhat the fuck did you just call me? You better take it back before I make sure you never talk again.â Natasha glared at you intensely as she stared into your eyes. You returned her stare with a bored expression on your face.
âI said youâre a bitch. What are you going to do about it, Widow?â You asked her challengingly. Natasha moved to pounce on you, but Bucky, who was sitting next to your spot, sprung in and intervened.
âLet her go Barnes. Iâd love to kick her ass.â You smirked as your words only enraged Natasha more. She struggled against Buckyâs grip, trying to free herself so she could pound your face into the floor, but she couldnât break free.
âOkay! Enough. Natasha, youâre off the mission. Y/N, youâre with me. We leave in 10.â Steve spoke with conviction in his voice, fed up with the pair of you. Natasha stopped resisting Buckyâs hold as he slowly let her go. You looked at her with one harsh glare before you took the mission file that was on the table and walked out of the room. As you left, everyone in the room stared at Natasha. She huffed and stormed out of the room as well.
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You and Steve were currently staked out in a van. You guys were spying on one of the leaders of Hydra and an infamous weapons dealer. The man was currently having a lunch with the dealer. You had been sitting there together for about an hour. You were bored out of your mind and pissed that you couldnât get Natasha out of your mind. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for thinking about how hot she looked when she pissed. The way her eyes would widen, showing off more of her green irises as her eyebrows furrowed together in anger. The way her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. God, she had such nice boobs.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Furyâs voice coming in through comms. âOkay, we evacuated civilians off of the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Remember, wait until theyâre in front of the alley before you attack. They may have weapons.â Fury informed you both and you looked onto the monitor to confirm the empty street. Sure enough, there wasnât a civilian in sight; good.
Steve replied with a quick âokayâ before movement from the door of the restaurant caught your attention. âSteve, there they are. Move out, now.â You spoke as you loaded your gun and attached it to your hip. You and Steve jumped out of the van. Steve threw his shield and hit both of the men with it. His shield came back to him as if ricocheted off of the men.
Your gun was pointed at the both of them as you guys approached them. âMeeting in broad daylight? Doesnât seem like a smart move for two supposedly genius people.â You spoke as Steve searched the two men for any weapons. They didnât have any. That shouldâve been a red flag, but you werenât in the right state of mind right now.
Suddenly, another van pulled up in front of the alleyway, right behind the vehicle you both had just exited. Hydra Agents with semi-automatic guns filed out of the van. Fuck. You guys were set up. Steve shared a look with you before he threw his shield toward the men and knocked the guns out of a few of the agentâs hands.
You began to fire towards the men with your own gun. You shot them in the shoulders, sending them flying to the ground in pain. You and Steve made quick work of the men and soon enough, there were unconscious men littered across the floor.
You and Steve turned back to the two men you had previously captured as they laid on the floor in shock. They really thought their little stunt would work? Pathetic. Unfortunately, one of the Hydra agents was still conscious. You and Steve failed to notice the movement behind your backs. The man pointed a nearby gun at you and fired 5 shots at you. He missed three of them, but managed to land two into your abdomen.
You fell to the ground as Steve whipped around and actually knocked the man unconscious this time. âFury, we need backup! L/N is down!â He spoke frantically into comms as he applied pressure to your wounds. Your eyes were open in shock as you tried to process what just happened. You were shot. It really did hurt like a bitch. What are those black spots? God, I want Natasha right now. Wait, what? No, itâs just the blood loss talking.
You fell unconscious as soon as the backup S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared on the scene. You were rushed back to the Avengers Compound in one of S.H.I.E.L.Dâs vehicles, Steve following you after ensuring the two men were detained. As soon as the car made it to the compound, your unconscious body was placed onto a gurney and you were being rushed to the medical wing.
As your body was being rolled through the halls of the compound, you were pushed by the doctors past Natasha. She did a double take and quickly turned around to confirm what she had just saw. Her heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of your limp, blood-covered body. She ran after you without a second thought, fear and dread taking over.
Natasha tried to enter the medical wing where they had just taken you, but she was stopped by a strong hand abruptly placing itself onto her shoulder. âNat, we need to let them take care of her. Weâd only be disturbing them and we need their focus to 100% be on Y/N.â Steve said in an attempt to convince the redhead to stop her plan of barging into the room like a madwoman. Natasha took one last glance at the door before she heavily sighed and walked to the wall across the door. She slid her back slowly against the wall and placed her head in her hands.
âWhat happened, Rogers?â Natasha asked, afraid of hearing the answer. Steve went over the events of the mission, and all Natasha could think was that she shouldâve been there with you. She wouldâve jumped in front of that bullet to save you in a heartbeat because she loved you. Wait. She loved you? Holy fuck! She loved you!
Natashaâs heart rate increased rapidly at her self revelation. She has loved you this entire time. God, she was so fucking blind. How could she not see what was right in front of her? She was madly in love with you. She let the things the Red Room drilled into her affect your relationship. Now, she wasnât sure if sheâd have the opportunity to make it up to you. That thought scared Natasha more than any mission ever could.
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1 hour later
An hour later, and the entire team was sprawled across the hallway of the medical wing. Wanda sat beside Natasha on the floor, comfortingly holding her hand. The rest of the team just stood, anxiously and impatiently waiting to hear about your status.
At the sound of the medical bay door opening, Natasha shot up from her spot on the floor and looked towards Helen Cho. âWhatâs her status? Is she okay? Did she make it?â Natasha immediately fired off questions at the Doctor. The team stood firmly behind Natasha as they looked at Dr. Cho, their eyes asking her the same questions Natasha did.
âShe coded on the table a few times. The bullets hit some major arteries, but we managed to stop the bleeding. If she had arrived even a minute later than she did, she wouldnât have made it.â The relief of the good news radiated off of earthâs mightiest heroes. Natasha almost let tears escape her eyes, but quickly blinked them back.
âCan I see her?â Natasha asked desperately. âYes you can, but shes still asleep. The anesthesia was very strong so sheâll be out for a few more hours.â Helen spoke as she opened the door for Natasha. She entered and let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. Natasha grabbed a nearby chair and placed it right beside your bed. She lightly stroked your hair before she gripped your hand.
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3 hours later
You groaned as you slowly open your eyes and were met with an obnoxiously bright light hovering over you. You heard some shuffling before the light was shut off. You turned your head towards the other person in the room and you rolled your eyes at who it was.
âIf youâre here to be an asshole, please leave. Iâm not in the mood for it.â You spoke as you watched Natasha sit back down in the chair next to your bed.
âIâm not here for that. I wanted to apologize, Y/N. You were right, I was a bitch. You didnât deserve the way I treated you, but I was just afraid.â Natasha began to speak as she seemingly appeared nervous. Youâve never seen her nervous before, youâre pretty sure no one ever has.
âI was so terrified because I love you. Everyone I love ends up leaving me, and I couldnât watch you leave me. So, I thought it was best if I beat you to the punch.â Natasha looked down to her lap and played with her fingers absentmindedly. Your eyes widened as far as they could go at Natashaâs words. She loved you. She actually, verbally said it. Thatâs a huge fucking deal.
âI know my logic may not make the best sense, but what does make sense is the fact that I love you. I always have and I was just too stupid to tell you. Iâm sorry, I love you so much.â Natasha spoke as she tore her gaze from her hands and up to your eyes.
You reached your hand out for hers and she shakily took your hand in hers. You almost let out a gasp at the contact, you missed her touch so much. âI wonât ever leave you, Natasha because I love you too. Iâm sorry too. I was just as afraid as you were. We were both stupid.â You let out a little laugh at your last words. Natasha let out a chuckle as a tear fell from her eyes. Oh god, youâve never seen her cry either.
âYou scared me. I thought you werenât going to make it. When I saw your body being wheeled down hereâŚ. all the blood⌠I-â Natasha words were cut off as you smashed your lips against hers. You winced as the pain from your gunshot wounds radiated across your body, but you couldnât care less about that right now. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that the woman you loved, loved you too. Youâd never be afraid to express your love for her ever again.
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Hinata Shoyo x female reader (+ Miya Atsumu x female reader)
tw dub-con/non-con, yandere, voyeurism, nsfw, smut but like just a sprinkle
Atsumuâs never considered himself much of a relationship guru, but surely he canât be the only one who notices thereâs something real fuckinâ weird about your relationship with Hinata.
Admittedly, the first few times he met you, he wasnât paying all that much attention. Sure, you were hot, and heâd be a liar if he said he hadnât snuck a peek every now and then; but his focus has always been on the game, on his teammates. On himself as a setter. Itâs why heâs got a strict no girlfriends policy during the season. Atsumu doesnât do distractions.
And he likes Hinata. On the court, the little dudeâs a monster for him to unleash and heâd love him for that alone, but somehow despite being a 5â7â excitable ball of crazy intensity off the court as well, the redheadâs impossible not to get along with.Â
Thereâs a few guys on the team that have partners â fuck, Meianâs even married, his wife five months pregnant with their second kid. But it doesnât hit him until maybe three or so weeks after Hinata joins the team that heâs never seen any of them (or the ones that came before them) show up at every single training session.Â
You do.Â
Rain, hail or shine, no matter how early Hinata starts or how late he stays, youâre there, sitting in the stands, just⌠watching. Itâs not a bad thing exactly. He knows Bo thinks itâs cute, gets all moony eyed and sappy about it and Hinata certainly doesnât seem bothered by it, beaming up at you after every point scored, every successful spike, every receive.Â
But itâs justâ they train six days a week. Itâs long hours and a lot of itâs just drills and exercising till theyâre dead on the floor, and even hardcore volleyball fans would find it boring to sit through day in and day out. You donât take a book or sit there on your phone; you just watch idly as they train.Â
Day in, day out.Â
There ainât a rule against it; their practices are closed to the public but the team have a few passes they can hand around on the odd occasion. Itâs more of an unspoken understanding; you can invite who you want, so long as youâre focused and they donât make a fuss.
You never do though, quiet as a mouse as you wait for Hinata to finish up.Â
âDonâtcha think itâs weird though?â he asks Sakusa one afternoon, wiping the sweat from his brow as he watches Hinata slump down beside you after practice wraps up, pulling you into a nuzzling embrace.
Sakusa makes a noncommittal noise, but dark eyes regard the two of you nonetheless. âShe moved with him from Brazil, didnât she?âÂ
Atsumu shrugs, âAnd?â
âShe doesnât have any friends or family here, no roots, no job, just Hinata,â he says â slowly, like Atsumuâs an idiot.Â
And he tries to put himself in your shoes for a minute, imagine what it would be like to follow someone halfway across the world (further actually, because heâs pretty sure you werenât from Brazil to begin with) but itâs not the same. Even without Samu, or his friends or his family, even in a country with weird customs and a language that wasnât his own, Atsumuâs always been good at finding his feet.Â
But he supposes he can understand why you cling to Hinata. Though itâs really more a case of Hinata clinging to you, âcause whenever he turns around, itâs the redhead whoâs the one all over you, pulling you into cuddles, twining his fingers with yours, peppering your face with butterfly kisses. Like heâll just die if heâs not touching you every second youâre together.
Itâs either sickeningly cute or revoltingly excessive, and for the life of him Atsumu canât figure out which.Â
Youâd think itâs his first relationship or something, that heâs stuck in some weird puppy love honeymoon phase, but from what heâs heard the two of you have been together for years now â thatâs just the way Hinata is, apparently.
He shouldnât be too surprised; the guyâs always first in line to jump on his back or try and tackle him to the floor after any successful play. Between him and Bokuto, heâs got more bruises littered over his body than a linebacker, but theyâre a tactile team, and he usually gives as good as he gets.Â
Youâre not one for excessive PDA though. You never fight against the overbearing affection, donât shrug it off or shrink away â at least, not from what heâs noticed â but Atsumu hasnât seen you initiate anything more than a quick peck to his cheek when Hinataâs got you all bundled up in his arms.
And he gets that not every relationship has to be equal in that sense, different love languages and all that crap, but while you donât fight it, you never seem⌠entirely comfortable with it either. Not in the âstop, weâre in public, please donâtâ kinda way, butâ
He canât put a finger on it.Â
You smile at Hinata, cheer when he scores, let him pet and kiss and pull you around wherever he wants, but you never seem to relax properly, and it bothers him. He doesnât know why it bothers him.
If he hadnât met you, hadnât known that youâd been with Hinata since he was dirt poor and moonlighting as a delivery boy in Brazil, heâd be tempted to think that you were only in it for the money. Itâs not a bad plan, as far as these things go â find some up and coming athlete to place all your bets on, get him wrapped around your finger before success goes to his head. And he doesnât know you all that well and has absolutely zero fucking justification to back it up, but you donât strike him as the money hungry type.
You donât strike him as anything, and maybe thatâs part of the issue.
Hinataâs like a sun; heâs gonna eclipse anyone standing too close. Thatâs normal. The team; him and Sakusa, Bokuto, the others â they have their own talents to stand on, to push through and shine on their own, but youâŚÂ
Fuck, why does it even matter?
Why does it bother him? It ainât his relationship. You never complain, you make Hinata happy â heâd have to be blind not to see how much that guy loves you â and he dotes on you, spoils the shit out of you, so why canât he shake this feeling in his gut that something ainât right there?
It ainât his relationship, and Atsumuâs not stupid enough to stick his nose where it doesnât belong.
It ainât his relationship.
Itâs not, and he has more important things to focus his time and energy on.
You arenât his problem. Fuck, youâve barely spoken more than a few sentences to him! Thereâs no reason for why he canât get you and your stupid relationship with his wing spiker outta his mind.Â
âJust admit ya wanna fuck her and stop bitchinâ about it,â Samu groans one night when Atsumu stops by the restaurant after training. âYer looking for a problem between the two of them so ya donât feel guilty about it.â
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, âShut yer trap, wouldja, Samu? I said it ainât like that!â
Heâs not gonna stand there and deny that he thinks youâre hot, but thatâs not what this is about. Never has been.Â
Itâs quiet between them for a moment, Atsumu angrily stabbing at the onigiri on his plate, but he feels it when Osamu looks at him. Really looks, dark eyes flickering across his face, reading him like an open book. Samu might enjoy giving him shit and winding him up just for the sake of it, but thereâs nobody on earth who knows him better.Â
Eventually he sighs, and the air feels different between them. Heavier, somehow. âWhatâre ya saying, Tsumu? Ya think Hinataâs hurting her or somethinâ?â
Yes.Â
No.
He knows Hinata. Well, for a few months at least, but peripherally for years. Ever since high school. And Atsumuâs had the displeasure of knowing guys like that, guys who liked to feel big and tough and strong and would gladly slap around some pretty thing just to feel all manly and shit, and Hinataâs notâÂ
He doesnât treat you like youâre made of glass or anything, but every time he touches you, so much as looks at you with those bright eyes, itâs with this kind of intense, burning love that Atsumu just doesnât understand, that honestly freaks him out a little. Heâs never seen bruises littering your skin â at least, not the kind that Samuâs worried about. You donât flinch away from Hinataâs touch.Â
(You never look comfortable though. Never happy â not like Hinata is.)
No. Heâs a good guy, he wouldnât hurt a fly, and despite the lingering unease Atsumu has about the two of you, he doesnât doubt for a second that Hinata is head over fucking heels in love with you. He wouldnât hurt you.
He wouldnât.
âNo, âcourse not! I justâŚâ he breaks off, shaking his head. And he chews on his lip for a moment, debating with himself whether he should actually admit what heâs been thinking the past few weeks or whether Samuâs just gonna call him a pussy or something and tell him to knock it off. âI get the feeling she doesnât wanna be there. Sheâs smiling and sitting there all pretty, but itâs just⌠I dunno, itâs just weird.â
Osamu doesnât say much after that, but he doesnât really need to. He knows what his brotherâs thinking. If you werenât happy, youâd leave. If Hinata wasnât treating you right, youâd leave. Youâd tell someone. But it ainât that simple, is it?Â
Atsumuâs always had a problem sticking his nose where it doesnât belong.Â
The first game of the seasonâs a slam dunk, and while theyâre usually pretty tame during the season, beating Kageyama and Ushijima, last year's undefeated champs is cause for celebration. Heâs not surprised to see you there at the club, tucked under Hinataâs arm in some little black dress, all dolled up. You smile at him, a hollow, fleeting thing, and Atsumu hates how the sight of it makes his stomach clench.Â
Sakusa, Bokuto and Inunaki arrive moments later, a drinkâs shoved into his hands and he forces himself to think of other things. You arenât his problem, you arenât his girl, and heâs definitely not watching you dance, your back flush with Hinataâs front, the wing spikerâs hands splayed across your hips, his mouth trailing greedily along your neck.Â
And for the first time since this whole stupid thing started, Atsumu recognises the ugly feeling stirring in the pit of his gut. Itâs jealousy.
Heâs played one of the best games of his life today, his teamâs fucking amazing, the musicâs good and the alcohol is free flowing â he should be happy. And thereâs absolutely no reason he should be watching you out of the corner of his eye, waiting for an opening.
It shouldnât make his heart skip a beat when Hinata leans down to whisper something in your ear, passing you his glass as he heads off to find the menâs. Heâs midway through a conversation of his own with Adriah and Bokuto that heâs barely paying attention to, and thereâs a voice in his head (one that sounds suspiciously like Samuâs) that tells him to just let it go, but his feet are already moving, a half hearted excuse spilling from his lips as he slips past them both to make his way over to you.
âHey,â he says. His voice is too quiet, too breathless to carry across over the music, but heâs taller than you, taking up your space and he isnât imagining the way that your eyes widen, a flicker of something passing your face before you school your features back into that same fake, pleasant smile.Â
He doesnât imagine the nervous look you dart over his shoulder in the direction Hinata walked off in.Â
You take a delicate sip from your glass, the very same one youâve been nursing since you arrived and he watches â watches â as you force yourself to relax, the tension easing from your shoulders, your posture softening. âMiya,â you greet, raising your voice just enough to be heard. âCongratulations on the win.â
Itâs so polite, so fucking fake that it makes him wanna hurl.Â
âAtsumu,â he corrects before he can help himself. Sakusa calls him Miya, but nobody else â nobody who knows him â does. He canât bear the sound of it on your lips, like youâre nothing more than strangers.Â
Heâs talked to you before, right? Surely.Â
Youâre just standing there, perfectly at ease around him and the others â if not for the finger tapping anxiously against the stem of your glass, a tic he wonders if youâre even aware of. You might be able to fool the others â admittedly, theyâre probably not paying you too much attention â but heâs used to picking up on the smallest details.Â
And heâs become real good at reading you these past few weeks.
âSo tell me, howâd the two of ya meet?â he asks instead, because heâs rushed in here with no game plan and itâs the first thing that comes to mind. He doesnât even care about the answer; now that heâs finally here, finally has you to himself for a moment, he just wants to hear you talk.Â
âOh, um,â you swallow, ducking your head so youâre not meeting his gaze anymore. âItâs a little embarrassingââ
A familiar, bright laugh cuts you off, and Atsumuâs heart hammers when Hinata slaps him on the shoulder, âItâs not embarrassing, babe, itâs cute!âÂ
Deep brown eyes meet his; wide, glittering and freakishly intense and he fights the urge to recoil. Heâs done nothing wrong, he knows that, but Hinataâs staring at him like every thought heâs ever had about you is written right across his face, plain as day.
And you â you look like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, like Hinataâs stumbled on you shoving your tongue down his throat rather than just having an innocent, friendly conversation with his teammate. Itâs a split second that stretches a lifetime, but when he dares to look over, youâre rigid, eyes wide and full of panic and he knows, he fucking knows that heâs right.Â
âTell him,â Hinata urges, wasting no time in slipping past Atsumu to take his place by your side.
His arm wraps around your waist, squeezing you gently, and after a single, tense beat, you comply. âO-on the first week of my trip to Brazil, I was mugged. Shoyo saw it all happen and chased after them â got my purse back for me, even walked me back home to make sure I was okay, patched me up and everything.â You pause, nibbling on your bottom lip as you gaze up at Hinata, âHe was my knight in shining armour.â
Hinata preens as you smile, but itâs still wrong. Atsumuâs seen what hero worship looks like, what real love looks like, and heâll hand it to you; you have the basics down pat, but you canât fake everything.Â
With bitterness and disgust eating away at his gut, it becomes suffocating, standing there trying to carry a conversation and pretending that whatever there is between the two of you is in any way fucking romanticâ
Itâs too much, like somebody has a grip on his lungs, viciously squeezing out the last of his breath, and he barely remembers to excuse himself before heâs shoving his way through the crowd, knocking Meianâs concerned hand away as he flees for the balcony.
The late summer night airâs warm and humid, but he gulps it down in big, gasping heaves, clinging to the rail like itâs a lifeline.Â
Youâre fucking with his head and he hates it. He hates that he canât let this go, canât get you out of his goddamn head no matter how hard he tries. Atsumuâs always been a selfish, arrogant bastard, why should he give two shits about some girl whose last name he doesnât even know?
He wants to despise you. He wants to forget you, to shove you aside like he has every other distraction in his life. Itâs not his problem youâve found yourself in some fucked up relationship.
But he squeezes his eyes shut, and all Atsumu can see is your face.Â
He stays out on that balcony until his body stops shaking, until the sweat on his forehead cools and he no longer feels like heâs gonna throw up. The beat of the music, spilling muted from the glass doors, wraps around him now that the pounding in his headâs subsided, tempting him back inside. Any other night, and heâd follow it, get absolutely shitfaced and party till he doesnât remember his own name.
And as he stands there alone, staring up at the Tokyo city skyline, part of him almost wants to give in â to drink himself to oblivion. Because at least thatâd be easier.
But he wonât.
Instead, Atsumu shoves his feelings down, musters up a lazy smirk and walks back inside. He has every intention of saying goodbye to at least a few of his teammates before heading back to the hotel room to crash, but as his eyes scan the crowded floor, he catches sight of something that stops him cold in his tracks.
Hinata has you pinned to the wall, his face buried in the crook of your neck, but thatâs not what makes his heart skip a beat. Itâs the way your dress is hiked up, your panties shoved to the side, Hinataâs hand between your thighs, fucking you on his fingers.
Itâs the look on your face, screwed up in pleasure â or pain â biting down on your lip to stifle your cries. It wouldnât make a difference. Nobody would be able to hear you over the music, and even if they could he doubts anyone would give a fuck.
His mouth dries out, every thought eddying from his head as he watches you cling to Hinata, your hands gripping his arms tight. Your makeupâs smudged, a tear spilling down your cheek catches the glittering lights of the club, but when your head tilts back he knows itâs a moan that leaves your lips. He can almost hear it, picture it in his mind. Youâre shuddering, shaking your head even as your eyes are squeezed shut and the only sound Atsumu can hear is the restless thumping of his own heart.
And then your eyes flutter open and find his. He watches, frozen in place, transfixed in the worst possible way as mortification flashes across your features and your lips moveâ
Whatever you say to him, Hinata doesnât stop. He just shifts a little, angles his body in a way that gives Atsumu a better view of your pussy and the attention heâs paying it. He canât look away even if he desperately wants to, utterly enthralled by the slickness coating the digits, the way your thighs tremble and quake as those fingers curl inside of you, the little jolt you give when Hinataâs thumb rubs at your puffy clit.
Atsumu watches, equal parts horrified and mesmerised as he pushes you over the edge and you cum for him, a pleasured cry drowned out by the music, shaking and breathless and beautifully wrecked in his teammateâs arms. And as you all but collapse against him, Hinata finally turns to glance over his shoulder, meeting Atsumuâs stare.
And with his eyes fixed on the blonde, he whispers something into your ear that Atsumu doesnât have a hope in hell of hearing, presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek and grins.
Itâs enough to rip him out of his stupor, stumbling back with a gasp as his blood runs cold. Hinata knew, he knew he was watching â put on a fucking show for him, and suddenly the nausea returns, bile creeping up his throat and Atsumu canât do a single thing but turn and flee.
Alone in his hotel room and not nearly drunk enough, he falls into a fitful sleep, the image of your face, tear stricken and beautiful as you fell to pieces on Hinataâs fingers, burned into the back of his eyelids.Â
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He doesnât utter a word about it when Boktuo gives him shit for ducking out early the next day at training. He doesnât so much as meet Hinataâs eye, though the redhead seems no different than usual, all but bouncing on his heels when the Coach runs through the game against the Adlers set by set.
He still gushes when Atsumu gives him a perfect set, beaming up at him with that thousand watt smile. He still offers to be paired off with him when they run two-on-two games, isnât ruffled when Atsumu instead grabs Sakusa and goes up against Adriah and Barnes.
And youâre still sitting in the stands, fingers twined on your lap, smiling dutifully whenever your boyfriend glances up.
Atsumu tries his best to ignore you and focus on training. He canât afford to let you distract him any more than you already have, but in the quiet moments between sets, on their breaks, every second heâs not thinking about the game and his performance and his team his thoughts drift back to you. The way youâd bitten down on your bottom lip. Your eyes, pupils blown wide as pleasure crashed through you. Your glistening cunt, swallowing up Hinataâs fingers. The cute little noises you made â the ones he couldnât hear but spent all fucking night imagining.
And the moment those thoughts enter his head, he canât stop himself from darting a quick glance towards you, like heâs making sure youâre still there, that youâre okay. Even if you stiffen almost imperceptibly every time he does.
He canât help himself, and heâs not the only one who notices.Â
âDude, you good?â Bokuto asks, pulling him aside a week or so later during one of their water breaks. And for a second there, thereâs a flicker of indignation â whateverâs going on with his head, his performance is beyond question; heâs killing it.Â
Itâs not until the wing spikerâs attention shifts, risking a glance over his shoulder to where he knows youâre sitting that he realises thatâs not what Bokkunâs worried about.
âLook, I get it, sheâs cute and all, butâŚâ Bokuto trails off, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. Every ounce of discomfort is written clear as day across his face. âYou might wanna tone it down a bit, you know? For everyoneâs sake.â
The irony of it all doesnât escape him. And he probably should feel some kinda shame, because if Bokutoâs noticed then that means every goddamn one of the others has too and theyâre all just too uncomfortable to say anything, but he canât seem to muster it.Â
âYeah,â he croaks out instead.
Two days later heâs halfway through a shower when the stall beside his bursts open and he hears that familiar, sunny laugh, the sound of two bodies clambering into a space too small, and his heart stutters in his chest.
âSho, no. I-I donât wannaââ
âShh, be good for me, alright baby? Please?âÂ
A drawn out hiss followed by a breathy moan, and Atsumuâs bracing himself against the tiled wall squeezing his eyes shut.
The spray of the shower isnât loud enough to drown out the sounds of you swallowing down Hinataâs cock. And he canât move, canât make a sound for fear of making this worse, but with every lewd, messy gluck from your throat, every obnoxious moan that spills from his teammateâs lips, Atsumu feels that telltale stirring in his gut.
His eyes are closed and the image comes unbidden to his mind.
You on your knees, looking up at him with those big, wide innocent eyes. You, pressing soft, teasing kisses to his cock, your tongue slowly trailing along the thick vein that runs along the underside of his shaft. The way itâd swirl around his flushed head, eagerly lapping at his precum. Fuck, his cockâs already throbbing, aching.Â
Heâs only human, he thinks as he wraps a hand around his member, teeth sinking into the flesh of his forearm to stifle his groan. Youâre making a mess of him, he wants it so fucking bad. Wants you; to fuck you, have you, hold you, he doesnât give a shit anymore, youâre driving him to the brink and heâs helpless to stop this.
He can see it so perfectly in his head, how youâd look with those soft lips wrapped around him, the way youâd massage his balls as he fucked your face, how youâd choke on it. Youâd be good, so fucking perfect as you sucked him offâ
Hinataâs chanting your name and Atsumu picks up his pace, strokes turning into pumps, his fist tightening as he hisses with pleasure. Distantly he wonders whether they can hear it too; his heavy breathing, the slick, wet sound of him jerking off less than a foot away.
He doesnât care anymore, canât hold himself back. Itâs blinding, the pleasure that rips through him, shaking him to his very core as spurt after spurt of thick, hot cum paints the shower walls.
His knees buckle, his cock still twitching as aftershocks jolt through him, stealing his breath. For a blissful moment, Atsumu lets himself sag against the tiles, a lazy smirk coating his face as he basks in the afterglow, his heartbeat slowly coming down from itâs racing high.Â
And yet as the warm water of the shower cascades down his toned body, his breathing returning to normal something unpleasant begins to unfurl in his stomach, toxic and cloying, seeping through his veins. All that bliss, that heady, addictive pleasure fades away and Atsumuâs left with the weight of what heâs just done.
Distantly, he registers that itâs quieter now in the stall next to his. Hinataâs murmuring something to you, but Atsumu canât make sense of it over the dull roar in his head, the disgust and shame that coils like a noose around his throat.
He should hate himself.Â
He just might, actually.
And itâs not enough to scrub until his skinâs raw and he doesnât feel it crawling anymore, doesnât matter that he stays in the shower until the two of you leave, until the water runs ice cold and it physically hurts to stand under the spray.
Hinataâs still in the locker room when he gets out, slowly gathering the last of his things and shoving them into his duffle bag. For once youâre not by his side, and Atsumu can only thank whatever godly beings might be out there for this one, tiny mercy, because he doesnât think he can bear to see you after what heâs just done.
But Hinata just smiles, bright and cheerful and all too knowing, âSeeya tomorrow, Atsumu!â
And he feels filthy all over again.
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Stressful Spectres (Sweet Betrayal Part 3)
Part 1Â Â Â Part 2Â Â Â Part 4
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Warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse/neglect, mentions of death, slight body gore, blood
Word count: 2,873
With hands tightly clasped behind your back, you tensely paced around your office. The Pogtopians were constantly being sighted around the borders of Manberg and it was your job to prevent this. You tried everything; setting up traps, luring mobs around the vicinity, nothing worked. They just kept coming back like pesky cockroaches following pheromones. The only way youâd be able to prevent them from spying into the borders was to rebuild a wall, and Schlatt would turn your idea down the second the word âwallâ would leave your mouth. He gave you only two days to completely figure everything out from the last time one of the cowards was spotted running from the borders, and it seems that those two days are nearly up.Â
âYou should take a break, (y/n).â Without looking at him, you kept pacing and ignored him. âStop ignoring me, you know I donât like when you do that⌠Please, take a break. Iâm worried about you,â he sounded just like he did from before. You felt your eye twitch.Â
â...(Y/n), remember what I used to sing to you?â He chuckled, the sound being airy and far off, ââhey hobo man, hey dapper Dan-ââ
âShut the fuck up!â You grabbed your vase and hurled it blindly in his direction. The glass shattered against the wall and you heard nothing else from the teenager. âI donât need you anymore.â He had been visiting you for the past week or so, ever since Schlatt found out about you taking your birthday off. You were banned from speaking to the Badlanders and got a few physical punishments that would definitely give you more scars on your arms. It was your fault anyways, you were slacking off during a war when you were one of the leaders of this country.
Your door opened when you were mid pace, making you plaster a strained smile on your face and spin around to narrow your eyes at whomever decided to not knock. You were greeted by a slightly buzzed ram hybrid raising an eyebrow at you. He mustâve just started drinking.Â
Whenever he was only slightly buzzed or on the very rare chance he was sober, he was the most affectionate with you. It wasnât much, only small praises and the occasional smile, but by Ender you ate it up like you were a drug addict getting their first hit in months. You craved any type of affection, no matter where it came from or how rarely it came. You were willing to wait for it, even if it was rare.Â
His amber gaze flicked around the room before it landed on the ceramic shards embedded into the carpet. He jutted his chin towards it, âfuck happen there?âÂ
You ran your hand down your face and massaged your aching cheeks, ânothing. Just thought I saw a rat, but my mind was just playing tricks on me.â His calculating gaze pierced through you like a spear before he narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded. He walked over to the window and looked out at the vast city, hands neatly clasped behind his back. â...Have you come up with a solution to our... problem?â
You sighed angrily and resumed your pacing, âIâve tried everything. They just dismantle the traps I set up, kill the mobs I lure around it, they even killed the iron golems! The only option here is to put up the walls again.âÂ
âI know you didnât just say what I thought you fuckin said,â Schlatt hissed out, âthereâs no way in hell Iâm putting up those walls again.â
âI donât know what you want me to do then, thatâs our only option,â you mumbled under your breath only to freeze when Schlatt stomped up to you. He spun you around and grabbed your shoulders, leaning close to your face. His breath smelled like tobacco and a hint of scotch, âare you questioning my authority?â You shook your head frantically. âReally? Cuz it sure sounds like youâre questioning my authority. You seem to forget that Iâm your boss and you will treat me as such. Do you understand me?â
You nodded and he let you go, slightly shoving you off to the side as he walked past you. âI-Iâm sorry, Dad.â He paused in your doorway, âdonât call me that. I donât want to be the father of someone that constantly contradicts me. Iâll be back in an hour, you better have this shit figured out by the time I get back or I swear to Ender Iâll fire your sorry ass. Youâre on thin ice, (y/n).â Without a second word he left your office, the sound of his dress shoes clanking against the tile fading down the hallway.Â
You could feel your heart break inside of your chest and your lungs get deflated by the shards piercing them. He was the last person that actually loved you, and you fucked it up. You always fuck everything up, you supposed that it was an innate part of you. No matter what you did or what you tried, youâre always going to be a fuck up.Â
No, you canât just sit here and ponder all of your lifeâs mistakes; you need to be brainstorming before you lose your connection to the person you loved the most. You paced around your office endlessly murmuring to yourself. You knew he was watching you pace again standing off in the corner, the room felt off like it always did whenever he was there. You ignored him and continued your pacing.Â
Just as you came up with a solution, your door was opened and Schlatt stepped into your office once more. He was swaying slightly on his feet and his suit jacket was unbuttoned. âYou figure something out?âÂ
You put a confident smile on your face, âyes. I think we should send patrols around the border, and I think the Badlanders and Rutabagaville members would fare nicely. We can send them in groups of two and send them once in the morning, afternoon, evening, and night.âÂ
He nodded to himself, satisfied. âThat sounds like a decent plan, youâre keeping your job for now. But donât think Iâll forget about what you said earlier.â
You felt extremely relieved and grinned at him, âyessir. I apologize for that once again, it just-â
âSave it, youâre still on thin fucking ice⌠Donât look at me like that, ya smiling freak. Your face is absolutely disgusting.â You dropped your smile and looked at your slightly scarred fingers. Light pink raised scars littered your skin in random amounts along your right arm, leading up your neck, and becoming the most concentrated on the entirety of the right side of your face. You avoided looking in the mirror, mostly out of anger because your appearance was a constant reminder of the stain your âbrothersâ left on your life. You were still adjusting to having a blind spot in your vision, the eye having lost its sight and now a cloudy white color from the fireworks. Your eyelid on that side was permanently half-lidded, unable to open up fully even if you tried.Â
You were fully aware that your appearance was⌠unsightly, to say the least, to everybody that looked at you (yourself included), but Schlatt was one that never cringed away from you. Hell, even Quackity (the mere mention of his name made icy betrayal wash over your entire body) avoided looking at you in the first few weeks of your injury. Schlatt was the one that loved you for who you were, scars and all, and you fucked it up.Â
He squinted at you, his eyelids blocking everything with the exception of his rectangular pupils. A snort left his lips before he moved to leave you to your own devices. âIâll inform the others of their new duties, get your paperwork done.âÂ
âYessir.âÂ
You sat down at your desk chair with a sigh and rubbed at your aching cheeks before you picked up your pen and started on your paperwork. Well, it was yours with the exception of Schlattâs thrown about occasionally in piles. The room was engulfed into an uncomfortable chill once more, heâs back. You honestly have no idea why he just keeps coming back to you or even if his pale spectre was just a stress induced hallucination. He just showed up in your office one day saying that heâs been looking everywhere for you. He acted and looked exactly like he did before he left, except his attitude was strangely chipper for someone that had an iron pickaxe buried deep within their forehead.Â
â(Y/n), Iâm back!â He sang, floating over to your desk. âGeez, that goat guy is a real jerk isnât he?â His slightly glowing hand appeared in your vision and tried to pluck the pen out of your grasp. It swiped right through your hand, making you shiver at the uncomfortable feeling. âIâm still not used to that.â
You huffed and focused more on your paperwork. You could feel the chill getting closer, leading up to the point where he was directly behind you. The icy air gusted down your neck with every breath he exhaled. âWhatcha workin on?â He whispered in your ear.Â
âNothing that you need to worry about.âÂ
âSo they speak! I was worried you went completely mute⌠Well, you did scream at me before, but I didnât count that. Thatâs okay though, I knew I could get you to talk to me sooner or later. Iâm irresistible, you remember how I was with the ladies.âÂ
âFuck off.â
âNo need to be so mean to me.â You focused on your paperwork again, furrowing your brows and trying to tune him out. â(Yyyyyyy/nnnnn), you canât ignore little ole me forever.âÂ
âI can and I will.â
He gasped before laughter streamed from his lips, the sound being muffled since it was on your deaf side. âYou just talked to me though! I think thatâs a win for me. Do you remember when-â
âI swear to Ender, if another word comes out of your mouth Iâll make sure that the next pickaxe finds its home through your tongue and down your throat.âÂ
He was silent after that, leaving you to your paperwork. At least, that was until someone knocked on your office door. You sighed before plastering a smile on your face, âcome in.â Your door opened to reveal the signature white smiley face mask, messy blond hair, and green hoodie.
Dream had been giving you small lessons on your swordsmanship lately, and you were getting better with each passing lesson. You were proficient on defense, so it was time for you to learn how to offensively attack.Â
You saw that he placed an apple on your desk. You looked up at him in confusion. âWhat? You havenât eaten anything all day, I donât want you passing out or anything during our lesson.â
âFinally! Someone with actual sense around here! Itâs so refreshing, isnât it (y/n)? Well, itâs refreshing for me anyways.âÂ
Dream chuckled, âthank you.âÂ
Wait a damn minute.
Dream could hear him?!
Your pen froze mid sentence and rested on the paper, itâs ink pooling in one place. You slowly looked up at Dream, âyou can hear him?â He looked at the teenager behind you before looking back at you, his head tilting. âOf course I can. Heâs right there.âÂ
âYeah (y/n), Iâm right here. My nameâs Lucius by the way, itâs nice to meet you!â He floated over to Dream and held out his hand, the pickaxe handle almost hitting the taller male in the chest. Dream stepped back slightly and nodded, âDream. Eat that apple fast, we donât have all day.â You snapped out of your stupor and grabbed the apple, taking absentminded bites while staring at your dead best friend talking animatedly to the masked man.Â
So he was real after all. You were worried something might have actually been wrong with you for a moment! It was nice to know that you werenât completely insane.Â
â...meet (y/n)?âÂ
âOh, Iâm training them at the moment, would you like to watch?âÂ
âYes! That sounds exciting, doesnât it (y/n)?â The two looked at you expectantly, Dreamâs head tilting slightly and Lucius smiling widely at you. You swallowed your bite and nodded, throwing the apple core into your trash bin. â...Yeah. Yeah it does. Uh, Iâm going to get changed and then we can start our session.âÂ
After you got changed, you met with the two outside your door and walked out of the White House to the training grounds. The entire time you were walking, you couldnât tear your eyes away from Lucius. Every time he would turn his head, the pickaxe would move with it. The crusted blood that emanated from the wound and splattered down his pale face was perhaps the darkest color on him with the exception of his jet black hair.Â
In a strange way, it wasnât the blood or the pickaxe protruding from his head that disturbed you the most; it was his eyes. Of course they still crinkled at the edges when he smiled, but it just wasnât the same. The black eyes that were once so full of life were a dull gray with milky pupils.Â
Other than the obvious pickaxe, blood, dead eyes, and constant glowing, he looked exactly like he did before he died. His baggy sweater, albeit mudstained and wrinkled, was still a salmon color with its signature pinstripes. The mop of straight black hair was still pulled into a bun with multiple unruly strands escaping the elastic and framing his face.
Before you knew it, a pale hand was waving in your face. âEarth to (y/n)! Oh good, youâre back to the land of the living! Whatâs wrong? You look like youâve just seen a ghost. Well, I mean you were just staring at me, but my point still stands.â
You moved your gaze to the dirt path, âitâs nothing, Iâll tell you later.â He huffed, but didnât say anything else to you for the rest of the trip. Instead, he was making small comments on your surroundings.Â
Eventually, you were across from Dream on the training arena holding a wooden sword in front of you defensively. Lucius was sitting in the grass a little ways away from the painted boundaries with one foot over the other and his elbows resting on his knees propping his chin up. He was watching with an intensity he always had whenever you were doing something he deemed âdangerousâ. To be fair, sparring with the most skilled member on the server was fairly dangerous.
âLetâs see if you remember what I taught you last time.â Without giving you a warning, he charged at you with his own wooden sword raised. Your sword clashed with his and you pushed against him. The mask moved upwards on his face slightly, âgood, but always expect the unexpected.âÂ
With a simple sweep of his foot, you were on the ground gasping for air. You could faintly hear Lucius suck in air between his teeth before he shouted âyouâre doing great, sweetie, but do better!â
Thanks, Lucius. Very motivating.
You rolled away from Dreamâs foot before he could pin you to the floor. Your mind flashed back to when Techno- no. None of that, you need to focus. You got back onto your feet in the blink of an eye and dodged another blow. You used his momentum against him, stepping away at the right moment sending him skidding to a stop.Â
Before long, he had you on the floor again with the tip of the sword pressing into your chest. He relaxed before helping you up, âyou did better than I thought you would, but there were still some obvious flaws in what you did. Using my momentum against me was smart, but with what you did the opponent would recover fast. Here, let me show you how to properly do that.âÂ
You improved on a few things defensively and learned a few things offensively before the sun started to set and cast shadows on the surrounding forest. Dream shook your hand, ânice work today, youâre gonna rival even the best eventually.â
âYou were great, (y/n)! I didnât know you had it in you!â I didnât have it in me when you were alive, you mentally corrected him. âThanks, Lucius.â You glanced at him only to be met with his body phasing through yours in an attempted hug. He fell to the ground and rolled over, crossing his arms over his chest, âIâll never get used to that.âÂ
Dream snorted before he shoved his hands into his pockets and started to nonchalantly walk back towards the White House. You and Lucius looked at each other before you ran to catch up with him. Lucius floated next to you, examining the dirt on your exposed arms and the forming bruises on your calves. He wrinkled his nose, âyou really need a shower.âÂ
âWell I canât exactly strip now and find a shower in the woods, can I Lucius?âÂ
âYou just reek.â
âYeah, you kinda do.â
âThanks Lucius, Dream. Really feeling the love.âÂ
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Let It Be Me
Hello all! Itâs finally time to post my Novigrad Exchange fic! Big thanks to @ohnomybreadsticks and @jaskiersvalley for taking the time to organize this! <3 And of course thanks again to Socks for the beta help <3 <3Â
This is for the incredibly talented @journeythroughunknownlands
Geralt overdoses on potions and the most efficient way to burn them off is with an orgasm (or two... or more). Queue Jaskier, loyal best friend who is always willing to lend a helping hand (or other body part đ). Seasoned with a hearty sprinkle of pining.
This will be cross posted on AO3 later today.Â
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: frottage, blow jobs, anal sex, bottom Geralt, multiple orgasms, pining, requited feelings, happy/hopeful ending
3.9k words
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Geralt felt the potions burning their way through his veins, lighting him on fire; he had taken too many. The endrega colony was much smaller than anticipated and the fight was much shorter than it would have been otherwise, far too short of a fight to help him burn off the toxins in his blood.
His skin felt pulled tight, and he knew just what he would look like. His paler than normal complexion would be marred with black veins, his eyes would look like pots of ink, the color of ichor, he would look every bit of the monster humans thought him to be.
Fuck, if he didnât find a good way to let off some steam and work this out of his system, this would take hours to wear off. He was out of White Honey and didnât have any honey suckle on hand to make more, and he doubted he would be able to find any.
Looking around the clearing he was in, he quickly dismissed the idea of getting himself off. He was painfully hard in his trousers, and a quick wank would be the most efficient way to burn through the toxins, but this wasnât the place for it. There was far too much noise in this particular forest, making him wonder what curious creatures would come to investigate. He also didnât bring any of his⌠toys with him. He didnât need them, of course, but they made things a bit more enjoyable and typically sped up the process. No, he needed to get back to town and figure something else out. It was unlikely he would be able to find a whore willing to lay with him, no matter the coin offered, and he really didnât have much to offer.
He could always try to sleep through it or take care of himself back in his room where his toys were, though that would mean making his way through the inn looking like he did, if the innkeep would even let him up to his room.
Sighing and deciding that he really had no good option, he turned, his trophies in hand, and began the trek through the dense trees back to town.
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Geralt really should have stayed in the forest. He had known better but ignored the small voice in the back of his head trying to talk sense into him. Instead, he allowed himself to return to town despite everything he ever learned at Kaer Morhen, despite every bit of real-life experience reminding him that exposing himself to humans in this state was an awful idea.
If the toxins in his blood felt like fire, the horrified stares were even worse, like daggers stabbing into his already sensitive skin.
Thankfully, he managed to get to the inn without incident, despite the stares, despite the hatred and fear he could smell emanating from everyone he passed. And despite the shocking waves of pain and pleasure shooting through him as he walked with his erection straining against his trousers. The silence in the inn was unsettling though, all speech coming to a halt as he stepped through the door, and he had to push down a wave of embarrassment, knowing that everyone would be able to see his erection. Silence, though, meant he wasnât being kicked out and allowed him to make his way up the stairs and to his room.
His room that he was sharing with Jaskier.
Fuck.
He hadnât thought about it until he opened the door, it hadnât even crossed his mind. Jaskierâs presence had become such a normal and routine part of his life that he hadnât even thought about the bard being there, about having to deal with Jaskier in this state.
There was no way he would be able to stay in the room like this. He had to fight back his arousal for the bard in the best of times, and this couldnât be called the best of anything. The bardâs scent was already one that intoxicated him, and now with all of his senses heightened, there would be no way he could stay in the room with him, it would be pure torture if he tried. Quickly making up his mind as Jaskier stared at him in surprise, Geralt stomped across the room to grab his bag of toys, there was no chance he would be able to ride this out with Jaskier not even ten feet away, smelling and looking the way he did.
Geralt could hear Jaskierâs voice clearly, though his racing mind couldnât parse out the words. He could smell the bardâs confusion, hear it in the tone of his voice, but he couldnât bring himself to even grunt out an explanation as he made his way back to the door. All Geralt could focus on was the sudden need to go back out to the woods and take care of himself. It had been a long while since he had last gotten the opportunity to use some of his favorite toys, so he might as well make the best of an awful situation.
As he reached for the knob on the door, he felt a sudden tug on the bag in his hand and he spun around just as it ripped, the contents spilling on the floor. Geralt couldnât think of a time in which he had more desperately wished it was true what they say about witchers, that they felt no emotions. Geralt let out a frustrated growl, the absolute mortification within him warring with the anger he was feeling at Jaskier for trying to stop him just led to more desperation for a fix to his situation. He had just wanted to escape the inn and take care of himself, solve the problem in the relative privacy of the woods, but no, nothing ever went that simply for him.
âGeralt?â Jaskierâs voice was tentative in a way that it normally wasnât, far more hesitant than the rather direct bard ever bothered being. Geraltâs eyes snapped up to meet Jaskierâs as the witcher willed himself to remain calm. He was sure his face would be turning red from embarrassment if it wasnât for the poison affecting his complexion and he sent off a silent thanks to whoever was listening that at least he was spared from that.
âGeralt? Are you okay?â
Geralt wasnât sure he understood what Jaskier was asking. He had expected Jaskier to be more afraid of him in this state, having never seen his reaction to taking potions before, and far more concerned by the toys now scattered across the floor, rather than if he was okay.
âFine,â he finally grunted out, hoping Jaskier would stop looking at him with such concern. It wasnât a look that he needed directed at him, he would be fine if he could just leave.
âFine?â Jaskier squeaked, âYou donât look fine! You look like youâre dying! Geralt, are you poisoned? Are you dying? Can I help? What do I need to do?â
Taking a deep breath and nearly choking on the scent of the bard, even more overwhelming this close, Geralt finally managed to motion to the floor, littered with his rather extensive collection, âPotions. Those⌠help.â There was no way he would be able to say more, not about this subject, not in his current state. Possibly not ever.Â
He watched as Jaskier stared at him consideringly before looking down at the floor, and then back up at Geralt. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but Geralt didnât know how to explain it any better.
Jaskier reached up, touching at Geraltâs face hesitantly, âThis is because of your potions?â Geralt nodded, leaning into the touch. It was just this side of too much but it felt so good.
Humming softly, Jaskier glanced back at the floor, âAnd those⌠help?â
Geralt nodded again, still relishing in the contact of Jaskierâs hand pressing gently against his face. There were so many feelings thrumming through him, embarrassment and worry and arousal but Jaskierâs touch seemed to almost calm them. Unfortunately, it seemed that it couldnât last and Jaskier pulled away, making Geralt whimper at the loss.
âHow do they help?â Jaskier asked as he knelt down in front of Geralt. The witcher watched in horror as Jaskier meticulously gathered the contents of the now destroyed bag before placing them on the small table in their room. âIs it something about the toys themselves? Or is it just the⌠result.â
Geralt could feel his throat closing up as he choked out, âResult.â
Watching Geralt closely, Jaskier made his way back across the room, concern still written clearly across his features, âWhere were you going?â
âWoods.â
âDo you⌠normally take care of this in the woods?â
âYes,â Geralt felt just as weak as his voice sounded suddenly, he felt exposed like a raw nerve and it hurt.
âCan I help you?â
Geralt felt his entire body seize up as his mind slowly caught up with Jaskierâs question. Letting out a whine, he found himself reaching out for Jaskier before he even knew what he was doing, before he had even made a conscious decision.
Jaskier stepped closer, allowing himself to be wrapped in Geraltâs arms as the witcher buried his face in Jaskierâs neck. The bard smelled so fucking good and Geralt wanted this so badly, had wanted it for years. But Jaskier didnât, surely. Geralt should let go.
But Jaskierâs hands were suddenly trailing up and down Geraltâs back comfortingly, and Geralt couldnât let go, it felt amazing, like nothing he had ever allowed himself to experience before, and he couldnât give it up. With any luck, the bard wouldnât hate him for his actions tomorrow.
Inhaling deeply and letting the bardâs scent wash over him, Geralt made up his mind. He would get whatever he could from Jaskier tonight and then spend the rest of his life making it up to the bard.
He felt Jaskier start to pull back and he only gripped harder, clenching Jaskierâs doublet in his hands. Jaskier made a soft sound, âHey, itâs okay, but we should take this over to the bed, okay?â
Geralt could hear the logic in Jaskierâs words, but he didnât want to let go. Instead, he shuffled forward slowly, his face still buried in Jaskierâs neck, until he could feel the impact as the back of Jaskierâs knees hit the mattress. He urged Jaskier back on the bed, settling himself into Jaskierâs side, still hiding his face.
Jaskierâs hands began running through Geraltâs hair, making the witcher let out a purr and Jaskier chuckle, âI always knew you liked your hair played with. Is this what you want, darling? To lay here and cuddle until you feel better? Or do you want more?â Geralt didnât think he would ever want to let go, but he needed more. As nice as this felt, he could still feel his cock, hard and heavy and uncomfortably pressed against his pants.
Whispering his answer, Geralt practically begged for more.
Suddenly, Geralt found himself on his back, Jaskier hovering over him. The bardâs scent was now tinged heavily with his own arousal and Geralt couldnât hold back another whine as he bucked his hips, seeking friction. Jaskier smirked down at him, lowering his body until they were pressed against each other. Geralt could feel Jaskierâs own hardness pressed against his and he groaned out at the sensation. How many nights had he dreamed of this same thing? Of being pressed up underneath Jaskier, desperate for pleasure to be wrung from him, at the mercy of Jaskierâs talented hands.
And mouth.
Gods, heâd had so many fantasies about the bardâs mouth, taking him apart, bringing him damn near to tears. And now here he was, with all of those fantasies in arms reach. His lust had completely fogged his brain, completely overpowering the potion-induced fire in his veins, replacing it with an even more powerful burn.
âIs this what you wanted?â Jaskier asked, his voice low.
All Geralt could do was nod, his hips still grinding up desperately into Jaskierâs. The fire was raging inside him now, completely overwhelming him. He wasnât sure exactly how Jaskier managed to get both of their clothes off, but the next thing he knew they were pressed together, skin to skin. Geralt was crying out from the sensations, both too much and not enough, as Jaskier kept talking to him. The whispered words doused the fire just for a moment until Jaskierâs lips chased his words, reigniting the fire to burn even brighter. Geralt had never understood poets when they said they had found themselves out of their mind with pleasure but then again, he had never experienced this.
He was unbelievably hard, his cock ached and throbbed where it lay, pressed between him and Jaskier. It could have been seconds or hours that he spent rocking against Jaskier for friction before he found himself so very close to the edge of orgasm.
Jaskier licked a stripe up Geraltâs neck to nip at his ear, âThatâs right, Geralt, take what you need. You look so beautiful like this, just take what you need.â It was Jaskierâs words, whispered like a filthy secret in his ear, that finally tipped him over just as he asked, âAre you going to cum for me?â
Geralt let out a mewl as his body shook under Jaskier, his orgasm hot and intense, feeling as though it may never end. He felt hazy almost, the once intense fire settling down to a manageable smolder even as Jaskier trailed kisses down his body. Watching closely, Geralt found himself enraptured at the man above him, groaning as Jaskier continued down, licking up Geraltâs spend as he went.Â
âFuck, Jask,â he gasped out as the bard continued on, his tongue lapping at Geraltâs still hard cock.
The bard smirked, âReady for another round so soon?â
âThe⌠potions. They keep me⌠excited.â
âWell then, weâll just have to work them out of your system.â
Any response Geralt might have thought of was lost as Jaskier promptly wrapped his lips around the head of Geraltâs cock. Geralt could barely stop himself from thrusting forward, fucking into Jaskierâs mouth. It looks so pretty, stretched obscenely around Geralt as he bobbed up and down.
Geralt gasped as he felt a finger probing at his hole, circling it slowly, applying a slight pressure but never pushing in. Just as suddenly as the contact had started, it stopped, Jaskier pulling his mouth away as well, making him keen, his arms already reaching toward the bard, desperate. âItâs okay, darling. Let me just get some oil, okay? This will be much more enjoyable that way.â
Oil. Right. If he was going to be fucked, then oil would make it better. That made perfect sense to Geralt, but still he followed Jaskierâs form greedily and he hurried over to the odds and ends now strewn across the table in their room, picking up a small bottle, and heading back over to the bed, a small smile on his face as he positioned himself between Geraltâs legs.
Geralt made a satisfied noise as Jaskier set a hand on his thigh, stroking up and down, âIs this what you want darling, what you need? Want me to fuck you?â
âPlease.â The plea was ripped from Geraltâs throat almost as if it werenât him speaking. But it was him and he had never before felt so desperate. He wanted Jaskier fucking into him, wanted their bodies writhing together. He wanted the best kind of fire back, lust and passion burning his veins as he looked into Jaskierâs eyes. Fuck.
Thankfully, Jaskier needed nothing more from Geralt, and wasted no time, slicking his fingers and going back to toying with him, âLook at you, so needy for this, I bet I could slip right into you with no prep.â
Fuck, Geralt couldnât help but groan, âPlease, anything, please.â
âShh itâs okay, soon. I want to make this good for you,â Jaskierâs voice was soft as he leaned forward, locking his lips with Geraltâs as he pushed a finger inside. He hadnât been wrong, Geralt took the finger easily, more than ready for the feeling. Rocking his hips, Geralt searched for more.
Pulling back and smiling at Geralt, Jaskierâs eyes crinkled up at the corners in the way that always made Geralt want to smile with him. âAre you feeling good? Ready for more?â
Geralt tried to speak, he really did, but all that came out was a needy sound as he ground down on Jaskierâs hand.
âIâve got you, darling, Iâve got you.â Soon after, Jaskier was pressing another finger inside him, thrusting in and out and it was so good Geralt could do nothing but pant and whine as he moved in time with Jaskier, seeking his own pleasure.
It was so good but it was still just a tease of what was to come.
âJaskier, please, fuck. Fuck me.â
âOkay, just one last thing.â Before Geralt could even register the sentence, Jaskier had leaned down, wrapping his lips around Geraltâs cock again, just as he curled his fingers, pressing against that spot inside him.
Geralt cried out, his body shaking as he came so hard he saw stars. Relaxing back onto the bed, Geralt whimpered helplessly as Jaskier released him, his fingers slipping from his hole.
âDo you still want more?â
Opening his eyes was a struggle but he managed after a moment, shooting a glare at Jaskier, âFuck me.â
Jaskier chuckled, âAlright, alright, Iâll get on with it, then.â
Geralt watched in a daze as Jaskier pumped his own cock, covering it with slick. The man was large and it would certainly be a stretch. His own cock was already hard again, twitching as he thought about how good that would feel inside of him. Moving forward, Jaskier lined up and began to push in, gasping as he did so.
It had been so long since Geralt had been fucked. Typically when he was out wandering the continent, all he had with him to relieve this particular want was his bag of toys, and fuck it felt so much better when it was the real thing.
Geralt watched as Jaskier sunk into him, their hips meeting softly as Jaskier panted above him. The stretch was amazing, just the right amount of pressure to make it overwhelmingly good. Geralt tried to stay still, he did, but after a while he had to move. The roll of his hips pulled a grunt from Jaskier as he threw his head back in pleasure.
âJust a moment, fuck, youâre tight.â Jaskier was breathless, gasping out his words, sweat beading on his brow.
Geralt had never seen him look more amazing.
Jaskier began thrusting in and out of him slowly, the burn of the stretch and the feeling of fullness sending sparks of pleasure through Geralt. It wasnât long before Jaskier sped up, shifting more until finally, he moved just right, drawing a yelp out of Geralt as he hit his prostate. A smirk lit up Jaskierâs face as he pulled out and thrust back in, his aim precise as he once again hit that same spot again and again. The bard kept going, sending Geralt into a frenzy of begging and crying out. The fingers of Geraltâs hand were threaded with Jaskierâs, held down above his head. Geraltâs other hand was gripping at Jaskierâs back, his fingers digging into the soft skin as Jaskier kept thrusting.
âWon't- last,â Jaskier gasped, his free hand coming up to wrap around Geraltâs cock.
It was likely only seconds but it felt like hours when finally he felt himself falling again, his orgasm rushing through him, his body relaxing into a boneless mess as Jaskier thrust once, twice more, freezing his motions and shaking as he spent inside of Geralt, finally collapsing on top of him.
âI donât know if I can move,â Jaskier said, his voice muffled from where he had buried his head in Geraltâs chest.
âMmm. Donât.â
âOkay.â
And then Geralt was asleep.
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The first thing Geralt noticed was how dry his mouth was. It wasnât unusual, not after a hunt. His potions would have that effect on him most of the time, particularly if he struggled with burning them off. He went to shift, suddenly noticing the heavy weight on top of him. Opening his eyes, Geralt couldnât see anything but a mop of brown hair. Inhaling deeply as he tried to gain awareness of his surroundings, he was assaulted with the scent of Jaskier and himself and sex.
Oh fuck.
Geralt shifted slightly under Jaskier, making the bard startle awake on top of him. Jaskier seemed to gain awareness quickly, rolling off of Geralt quickly, his cheeks blooming a brilliant red on his otherwise pale face.
âAh,â Jaskier cleared his throat, his eyes darting around the room, âgood morning. I trust youâre feeling better.â
Geralt nodded, sitting up and reaching for the pitcher beside the bed, drinking straight from it. He felt some of the water spill out, dripping down his naked chest, but paid it no mind as he tried to wash the dryness from his throat.
Fuck. He really came back to the inn with potions burning through him and let himself fuck Jaskier. Well, let himself be fucked by Jaskier. Well⌠begged to be fucked by Jaskier.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Putting down the now empty pitcher, Geralt shot a furtive look at Jaskier, feeling the guilt pooling in his stomach. Jaskier was loyal to a fault, something Geralt had taken for granted for so long, and now here he was, after a night of going out of his way doing something he had no interest in doing, looking at Geralt with nothing but concern for the witcher. Jaskier was too good for Geralt, he didnât deserve to have to deal with situations like this.
âIâm sorry.â
Jaskier looked taken aback, âFor what?â
âMaking you feel like you had to help me last night. I appreciate it but⌠Iâm sorry.â
âI⌠Geralt I offered to help. I never felt obligated and you never did anything to make me.â
It couldnât possibly be that easy, could it? Geraltâs needs had been far more than anyone could be expected to help with. Jaskier should have sent him on his way and spared himself the trouble.
âGeralt?â Jaskier said softly, moving closer and reaching up to cup Geraltâs cheek, âThank you for trusting me with this. Iâm glad I could help you.â
Whether it was the earnest sound of Jaskierâs voice or maybe just Geraltâs need to believe that someone really did want to be there for him, he was unsure. All he knew was that he never wanted to break Jaskierâs gaze. His eyes were so incredibly blue, bright pools of crystal clear water begging for someone to dive in and Geralt found himself ready to jump.Â
Before he noticed what was happening, Geralt had already leaned into Jaskier, making his eyes widen, surprise written across his face. But he didnât pull back. No, Jaskierâs eyes flicked down to Geraltâs lips before once again meeting Geraltâs gaze. Geralt wasnât sure if it was him or Jaskier that initiated the all encompassing kiss that followed, all he knew was it was something he had wanted for so long and felt so right.
Maybe, next time potions were burning through his veins and he wanted to crawl out of his skin, Jaskier would meet him and apply this affection like a balm, soothing Geralt in a way he had never before experienced. Maybe from this moment forward, he wouldnât wait for Jaskier to realize he deserved better and move on. Maybe, just maybe, Geralt had really found happiness.
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Control
Pairing: Lucifer x gn!reader
Genre: smut
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Lucifer had no problem keeping himself under control, until he met you.
Warnings: Corruption kink (i think thats it, lmao)
a/n: So the lovely @sevensins-stuff decided it would be haha funny to send me this ask. It influenced me to make this drabble/blurb/scenario???? I donât know what this is really but I hope you enjoy! Itâs my first smut piece so I hope itâs okay <3
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There was something in the way you looked at Lucifer when you were on your knees and waiting for his command that made him go feral.Â
You had been such a sweet little thing when he met you for the first time. When you arrived he was sure there had been a mistake and you were actually from the Celestial Realm. He hadnât ever seen a human basically glow with kindness. You walked around all these demons without a care in the world because of your obliviousness. You were always thoughtful and kind to him and his brothers. You were nothing but good through and through.
And it drove him insane.
But not in the way it did with the second eldest, who frequently called you a goody two shoes. To be frank, it really turned him on.Â
He tried to ignore it. You were a human, you were the exchange student, you were absolutely off-limits. Yet he found himself sitting in his study with his pen in his hand, thinking about bending you over the desk he was working on. He would think about the sounds youâd make when he spanked your ass and thighs. He would think about how youâd scream while he pounded you into the hardwood. Heâd realize he snapped his pen in half while daydreaming about you, again. That was his 4th pen this week.
Lucifer prides himself on his self-restraint. He was the eldest and the most mature which meant he could keep himself together in even the most stressful situations. Yet when you approach him in the kitchen one afternoon and ask him to walk you to RAD with those damn big, sweet eyes of yours he feels like he is a hair away from losing it.Â
He starts avoiding you, pushing Mammon to do even more âhuman dutiesâ so he wouldnât have to see you much besides meals. But of course, he canât control your actions. So when you stroll into his study while heâs working late one night in your really short pajama shorts and a tank top with your nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric, he barely manages to not let his demon form come out.
You couldnât sleep and saw he was awake so you wanted to keep him company for a bit until you got sleepy. A simple request overall, he couldnât find it in him to turn you away. Even if he wanted to leap over his desk, rip your pajamas off, and leave marks on every inch of your body. He nods and you go and sit in a chair. He manages to focus enough to get through a bit more paperwork. When the clock strikes 2am, he glances over to find you had fallen asleep.
He couldnât just leave you here, right? He had to take you back to your room and so he does. He watches your face as he walks down the hall, even when you were asleep you looked like one of the purest beings to ever grace his presence. Considering he was an angel at one point, thatâs saying a lot.Â
He sets you down on your bed but as heâs about to straighten up, you grab his arm.Â
âOh, my apologies if I woke you MC. Go back to sleep,â Lucifer says gently as he starts to walk away.
But your hands donât loosen on his sleeve.
âStayyyy.â You tug on his arm, half asleep and very clingy.
âI...donât think thatâs a good idea.â Lucifer sighs.
He could easily pull out of your grip and leave, but the logical and impulsive parts of him were at odds and he couldnât decide which he should listen to.
âPleaseeee? Just for a little, it was so easy to fall asleep with you around.âÂ
The moment you pouted at him with those taunting, sweet eyes of yours, he knew he was going to give in. It wonât take long. Youâre already half asleep. He could control himself. Perhaps he may have been able to control himself, had you actually gone back to sleep. Instead, when he lays down next to you, you turn to face him.Â
âYou canât sleep with your eyes on me, MC.â Lucifer teases with a small smile.
Yet you donât close your eyes. His smile falls as a look of confusion crosses his face. Then, you lean over and gently peck his lips. Itâs a chaste kiss, your lips barely meet for a second. For a moment Lucifer's mind is blank. He is in pure shock, still trying to process what happened. His eyes meet yours and you look up him shyly, playing with your fingers. Even after kissing a powerful demon you manage to look at him with such sweet innocence like you were caught with your hand in the cookie jar.Â
He finally snaps.
It takes less than a second for him to be on top of you, one hand cupping your cheek while he rests on his arm so his full weight wasnât on you. His lips are back on yours with a lot more force and hunger. Lucifer can feel himself shifting, his horns, wings, and diamond emerging as you take over his every sense. He could only feel your soft skin under his hand, your lips on his eager and responsive. Your sweet scent completely surrounding him, almost suffocating but he couldnât get enough of it. Your hands gripping his waistcoat and pulling as if he could somehow get closer to you. Itâs only when you pull away, desperate for air that he realizes what heâs doing.Â
âTell me to stop.â He demands, his voice low as he shuts his eyes and wills himself to get it together before this goes any further.
All he needed was to hear you say no. To tell him to stop. His conflicting mind would be cleared with a simple word.Â
âI-I donât want you to.âÂ
That makes the fire in him reignite tenfold. His entire body stiffened, like a wolf ready to pounce on prey.Â
âYou...have no idea what youâre saying. What youâre agreeing to.â Lucifer says, voice tense as he holds on desperately to the small semblance of control heâs managed to find.Â
âI like you. I donât want you to stop. Please donât stop, Lucifer.â
Just like that, that bit of control disappears and he spends the entire night indulging in his deepest desires with you. That night was the catalyst for your current arrangement. Over the next few months, he conditions you into being the perfect little cockslut and he loves every second of it.Â
Loves seeing you go from being too shy to look him in the eye once you were naked to keeping your teary eyes on him while you tried to fit his length down your throat. Loves hearing your quiet, soft moans turn into loud, desperate babbling of how good he felt and how badly you wanted to cum. Loves seeing your pristine, unmarked skin become littered with hickeys, bites, and handprints. Loves how you went from unsure about your desires to bringing him the toys you want him to use on you that night. Loves seeing your sweetness and purity drain from you as you serviced him and pleased him however he wanted.Â
Who knew he could gain something so precious by losing control?
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KyĹjurĹ x F!S/O: The Way I Loved You (Angst with Happy Ending, SFW Scenario)
Warnings: Angst with Happy Ending, Toxic Relationship, Arguing, Screaming, Fighting, Kissing in the Rain (lmao), Mild Mysoginy (since this is set in the TaishĹ Era)
Note: It feels so good to have written this down. Please donât be too harsh on this piece, as Iâm still not in the best condition. I just couldnât resist not writing it down immediately. đ
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The wedding was beautiful. At least, it was supposed to be.
It was going to be the wedding of the yearâ according to all of (Y/n)âs relatives; especially her mother. They parroted those words over and over, until she was so sick to her stomach from having to hear it get dragged out over and over.
The wedding that (Y/n) was planning was supposed to be a big one; after all, it was her dream wedding, to her dream husband. He was so perfect, so incredibleâ he even got along with the most unhospitable of (Y/n)âs relatives.
Her husband-to-be was just that amazing. He was always there when it mattered, and even when it didnât matter. She only needed to send him a letter to get him to come to her side. She couldnât have asked for anyone better.
He was so unlike KyĹjurĹ.
The name sent a pang through her chest, tugging at her heartstrings in the worst of ways that left her a little teary eyed and shaky. KyĹjurĹ wasnât like her betrothed at all, but she couldnât help but still want him.
She was still so desperately in love with the Flame Hashira, that she had kept putting off her weddingâ in the hopes that he would swoop in at the last second and take her away from there. Still, even after months of lying through her teeth about anything and everything that she can with regards to the wedding, she had finally given up.
Accepted that she had made the worst mistake of her life when she told KyĹjurĹ to never show his face to her again.
âI hate you! I hate everything about you! I hate that I let you hurt me like this; that I let you affect me this much!â She remembered screaming the words at him on the day that they had parted ways.
But, even though she tried to shake the memory away, it still played in her head. A painful memory that had her closing her eyes and rubbing the area just above her heart. âI hate that youâre never there for me! I donât even see you, KyĹjurĹ! Weâve been together for years, but Iâve still yet to get a proposal from you! Am I just a good time to you? Someone not worth marrying? Because I gave everything to you, KyĹjurĹ; everything that would define me as a woman worth marrying.â
She didnât know what KyĹjurĹ had been thinking about in that time, but it was obvious that he was also conflicted. Until he closed his eyes and sighed heavily; so heavily that (Y/n) felt her heart sink to her stomach.
It was a resigned sigh, and it told her everything that she needed to know.
So, instead of crying and begging him to marry her to preserve her dignity as a womanâ as well as mend the broken fragments of her heartâ she gritted her teeth and walked away from him. (Y/n) walked as fast as her feet could take her, biting back tears while on her way home.
And that was the day that she swore that she would forget all about him. Only, she never did.
The young woman hadnât even realized that she was already crying; not until she felt the first warm tear land on the back of her hand. It shook her from her painful reverie, and had her quickly swiping at the tears that wouldnât stop falling from her eyes.
â(Y/n), weâre going to have dinner with your husband soon. You should change,â (Y/n)âs mother chirped happily from outside her room, totally oblivious to the fact that her daughter was biting down on her bottom lip to silence the sobs that threatened to wrack through her body.
The action made her chest hurt, even when she hunched over and tried hugging herselfâ if only to keep herself together, when she felt like she was coming undone. She didnât even know what she wanted anymoreâ the wedding of a lifetime with her dream man, or to be stuck in an endless cycle with the man she loved.
It hurt her to even think about it, to the point where she had slipped up and accidentally released her bottom lip. And that was the catalyst for all of the heartbroken and painful sobs that had her feeling so weak.
She couldnât even breathe, let alone move from where she was. All that she could do was cry and heave, and silently call out for KyĹjurĹ.
But even that, she knew, wasnât enough to get him back.
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It was the end of the night, with (Y/n) having been the envy of every other woman at the restaurant. Men and women alike couldnât resist turning their gazes over to her and her betrothedâ but maybe it was mostly because of all of the scars that littered his body.
Sanemi was perfect for her; strong, serious, steadfast andâ most of allâ someone who could charm everyone with his manners and politeness. He just looked gruff on the outside, but (Y/n) couldnât have asked for anyone better suited for her; someone who accepted her as she is.
He never made her wait, and never made her feel bad. Even when he was away on missions, he never failed to send her updates. He was everything that KyĹjurĹ wasnât, yet he was also everything that (Y/n) realized that she didnât really want.
She wanted those goofy, late night strolls with KyĹjurĹ, and having to wait for days for a five-page letter that was mostly apologies for forgetting to write. She wanted to feel so much again with the love of her life, instead of stewing in her hollow achievement with who is seemingly the perfect man.
A sad smile tugged up on the corners of (Y/n)âs lips as she tucked all of her things away. She was already ready for bed, but the memory of a smiling KyĹjurĹ as he helped her get on a stone bench played in her memory.
It was one of her most treasured moments, because it was the moment that she realized that she was truly in love with the blond.
He had wrapped his arms around her waist while she stood atop the bench, lifting her up and spinning her once just to elicit a quiet scream from her. He always had fun with joking around with her, that it had become a normal occurence for him to do it just to see the progression of her getting mad to her smiling at him as she called him a goofball.
KyĹjurĹ had never told her, but it was those momentsâ among so many moreâ that he treasured the most.
He loved her with his whole being, but the only problem was that he couldnât fully commit himself to her; not when he wasnât sure if his next mission was going to be his last.
He knew that he couldnât do that to her; so, instead of tying her down to him, he chose to just let her goâ even if it was the most painful thing that heâd ever had to do in his life.
That was why KyĹjurĹ didnât know what he was doing outside (Y/n)âs house in the dead of the night, looking up at the window that he knew was hersâ waiting for what, exactly, he didnât know.
Maybe he was waiting for her to come out for him? To feel his presence like some lovers do, and just magically jump in his armsâ as if he hadnât hurt her before.
KyĹjurĹ wasnât quite sure about his plan anymore. Especially since he remembered the look on her face when he chose to stay silent in the peak of her anger. He wanted nothing more than to tell her that he did love her, he just couldnât hurt her more on the off chance that he died.
The Flame Hashira didnât even know just how long he had been standing thereâ clearly trespassingâ but he was past the point of caring. He just wanted even the smallest glimpse of her; one look and that would tide him over.
One glimpse of her and that would soothe his aching heart.
KyĹjurĹ felt something cold hit his cheek then; one tiny drop, that was then followed by more and more dropletsâ until he was standing under a torrential downpour. Yet he couldnât care less about his dripping clothes, or his hair that was matted to his face.
All of that seemed trivial compared to the pain that he felt when he lost (Y/n).
The rain was pelting him harder than before, yet he still stood thereâ waiting right by her open window; hoping that she would take the time to even walk past it.
However, (Y/n) did more than what KyĹjurĹ was asking for. She went right up to her open window and had begun to close it, when she looked up and saw a figure that she would never forget in her lifetime.
Her hands froze right where they were holding on to the window, and her heart practically lurched in her chest before coming to an absolute standstill.
And, before she could process what she was doing, she already found herself rushing out the shoji and hastening towards KyĹjurĹ. She felt every possible emotion bubbling up within her, telling her to rage and scream at himâ yet also telling her to pull him close and never let him go.
So, she did both.
She stopped right in front of a wide-eyed KyĹjurĹ and lifted her hand upâ swinging it up to slap him across the face, before she cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to finally kiss those lips that she had been missing for so long.
KyĹjurĹ didnât even fight it; not getting mad at getting slapped, at the very least. He knew that he deserved that, and he also knew that he didnât deserve (Y/n)âs kissâ yet he still found himself melting into her. His arms had even wrapped themselves around her; pulling her in against his chest as he savored the taste of her lips.
Both of them didnât know how long they stood there beneath the downpour, so lost in each other that they paid no mind to the cold seeping into their skin. Everything else came second to each other, as both of them had been longing for that reunion.
Even when KyĹjurĹ pulled away and tucked a few strands of hair away from (Y/n)âs face, the only thing that he could do was lean down and kiss her againâ all before hugging her as tight as he would allow him to.
And, before he could stop himself, he found the words rolling off his tongue and meshing in with the rainâ yet also rising above the sounds of the world around them. âRun away with me.â
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Should we first talk about why no other Volstrucker has ever left?
First of all, a big part of Trentâs process is making sure that they have nowhere else to go. First, he isolates them from their peers at the Academy. (Caleb says that Trent was originally one of many teachers he had the Academy, and then Trent became his primary teacher. Bren had no friends aside from his fellow Volstrucker trainees.) He takes over their schedules so theyâre spending all of their time with him and others who are under his thumb, and he tells them that itâs because they are special and better than their peers anyway. Theyâre fifteen at this time, so they believe him. Then, he makes them kill their family. Itâs kind of brilliant, in a sadistic way. He subjects them to slowly escalating abuse for years, and then he hands them a match and tells them to burn their only bridge away from him.
Letâs assume that Astrid really does have an uncle, and wasnât just playing along. Of course she hasnât spoken to him in years. What could she possibly say to him after murdering his sister? Making them kill their immediate families is also a pretty good way of blowing up their relationships with their extended families.
Itâs not like Trent stops controlling them when they reach adulthood, either. They live in houses on his estate and report to him daily for orders. Trent chooses them when theyâre 14 years old, destroys everything else they have, and keeps them right under his thumb for the rest of their lives.
Then he calls them family He takes their original families from them, but he offers his own twisted mockery of a family in return. And they take it, because it hurts less than empty space where their parents used to be. Caleb called the Volstrucker locked up in Rosohna his sister without ever having met her. Trent invited Caleb over for a family dinner. What happened to their parents was an unfortunate necessity, but they donât have to feel alone; the Volstruckers are their family now; Trent is their family now.
The second reason they donât leave him or tell anyone is that Trent specifically chooses students who are unlikely to do that. Trent chooses his students partly for the fun of it, to see what he can sculpt out of their unique natural talents, but heâd be a fool not to consider their temperaments as well. Itâs easy to imagine Bren, Eadwulf, and Astrid as teachers pets who were eager for Trentâs approval as teenagers. Even now that theyâre adults, Trent is very intentional with when and how he praises them, and praise is his go-to way of love-bombing Caleb at the dinner.
Trent has access to all the students at the Soltryce Academy. This is already the pick of the litter in terms of the Empireâs magic-wielding teenagers. Anyone he chooses is going to be gifted. He has the luxury of looking at other factors, like how eager they are to please him, how susceptible they are to pro-Empire propaganda, and whether or not their families will be missed. (Is it really a coincidence that Bren, Astrid, and Eadwulf were all from the same rural town that is firmly under the capitalâs thumb? Probably not.)
So, after he picks out kids are that going to respond well to his brainwashing, he brainwashes them. Thatâs the third reason none of them have ever left before.
He tells them theyâre family. Not by blood, but by shared goals and shared suffering. I canât prove that Trent ever actually said that, but it fits perfectly with the way the Blumendrei talk about each other and with Trentâs view of the world. The pain they endure together bonds them (and theyâve got matching tattoos to prove it).
Their pain protects the innocent of the Empire. They do their bloody work so others donât have to. They endure this pain so others donât have to. Someone has to hurt, because thatâs how the world is, and if itâs not the Volstruckers, it will be the innocent children of the Empire.
Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made. Your innocence. Their lives. Someday, maybe your life. These sacrifices are what keep little Empire children safe and warm in their beds at night. Itâs for the good of the Empire. Itâs what any good Empire citizen would do. You should feel honored to have been given this opportunity.
Trent inflicts pain in on them because pain makes them stronger. Because they are smarter and stronger than their peers and they can save the Empire, if they just let him teach them. Trent hurts them because he sees the potential in them and wants to bring it out. Trent hurts them for the greater good. Trent hurts them out of love.
Thatâs what he tells them. Thatâs what he told them at dinner.
Theyâre spoon-fed a million excuses for their own abuse, and they have little choice but to swallow those excuses, because (reason #4) Trent made them complicit in their own abuse, and each otherâs abuse, and the murders of their families. The alternative to accepting Trentâs apologism put Bren in an insane asylum. âAll of that pain and suffering and death was absolutely unnecessary and you not only subjected yourself to it for no reason, you helped for no reason,â is not an easy thing to process.
Liam has done a really good job of showing how Caleb struggles with that and how it led to so much self-hatred. And Caleb had a loving support network. Most Volstruckers have one or two equally broken people from their class that they can mostly trust, if they are lucky. Most Volstruckers are only given one framework to process these feelings through, and itâs the abusive framework laid out in #3.
We canât go without mentioning that shared guilt is one of the oldest tricks in the book to get a victim to keep quiet. Itâs the classic âYouâll be in trouble too.â âDo you really want to go the king and confess to the murder of innocent Empire citizens? Your own family, no less?â It wasnât like Trent put the poison in the food or threw the fireball.
Reason #5: Lots of people already know and simply do not care. While Astridâs comments in e131 do imply that the king doesnât know what Trent has been doing to the children of his kingdom, the Cerberus Assembly knows and has known for a while. Every time Caleb has brought up his abuse with a member of the Cerberus Assembly, heâs gotten empty sympathy and dismissal. He hasnât even had to explain the abuse to them. Multiple people have heard that he was a student of Trent Ikithonâs and immediately responded with sympathy... but also in ways that made it clear that they didnât plan to do anything about it. The Cerberus Assembly knows. Ludinus would be very bad at his job if he did not know, considering that Trent recruits from the Academy. The Volstruckers are used to Trent doing what he does out in the open, in front of other high-level officials.
Itâs not like Trent is hiding his abuse of them, either. Trent takes kids home for the summer and they show up for Intermediate Transmutation the next fall with fucking experimental crystals in their arms. Ludinus knew. Even Vess knew. The Volstruckers know that Ludinus and Vess know. At best, they likely believe that there is no point in talking. At worst, it reinforces everything Trent is telling them and makes them believe that they are the problem if they canât tough it out.
Last but not least: mortal terror is the sixth reason why no one has ever gotten away from Trent before. Trent broke Brenâs brain and then made him disappear for a decade. Trent made all of their families disappear. Do you think Astrid got investigated for murder after some poor neighbor found her familyâs bodies? No. Trent made that disappear. How easily could Trent make one Volstrucker disappear? Volstruckers die all the time, after all. There wouldnât be many questions asked about a Volstruckerâs death. There might not be any questions asked at all. Who would notice a Volstrucker was missing, except for other Volstruckers (who are loyal to Trent. And terrified of Trent. And may have helped with the murder.)
So thatâs why Caleb is the first to ever leave. (1) Most Volstruckers have nowhere else to go. (2) Trent gets to hand-pick students to abuse, so obviously heâs going to pick ones that are likely to respond well (by his standards) to his abuse. (3) Volstruckers are brainwashed into accepting Trentâs abuse apologism. (4) Volstruckers are made to feel morally culpable for their own abuse and are not given space to process these feels outside of the brainwashing framework Trent provides them with in #3. (5) People with power donât care; people who care lack power; people with both are out of reach. This is a pattern embedded in their psyches well before they kill their parents. (6) Trent could literally straight up kill them have a couple of teenagers dig a shallow grave in the woods. No one would ever ask questions.
#long post#critical role#caleb widogast#Astrid Beck#Trent Ikithon#Eadwulf Grieve#Iâm not in love with the use of color here but honestly I just hate making long text posts without some color to break them up#abuse#death#critical role spoilers#Critical Role c2e131#character death#child abuse#the answer to a question no one asked#Critical Role meta#blumendrei#the Blumenthal trio#the Blumenthal drei
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Yes, Chef (Chef!Seokjin x Waitress! Y/N)
Description-
You work as a waitress in a crummy restaurant in the middle of hick-ville. One day, a handsome new chef comes in and changes the scenery. Chef Jin is hot and talented and you immediately fall head over heels for him. Despite his good looks, the two of you don't get along. There is never a moment where the two of you don't fight. One night after you clock out, your grabbed, and end up in the back room... pressed against Jin's hot body? Will your fantasy finally become reality?
Pairing- Chef!Seokjin X Waitress!Y/N
Rating- 18+
Word count- 10.3k
Genre- smut, angst, slice of life, romance, fluff, enemies to lovers
Warnings- choking, degradation, teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, use of force, fingering, heavy clit play, nipple play, overstimulation, begging, marking, scratching, biting, masturbation, squirting, praise, spanking, groping, tummy bulge, swearing, hate sex
Playlist-
Grind me Down (Jawster Remix) by Jawster, Liliana Wilde
Flesh by Simon Curtis
Eager by AK diorr., BM
Go Fuck yourself by Two Feet
Piano by Max Changmin
Note-
Shoutout to my bestie @evie3511 for beta reading and helping with the summary!
Teaser-
âYou were very bad todayâŚâ he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.
âI-Iâm sorry?â you whimpered.
âYou just keep fighting with me.â he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldnât understand.
âYou keep fighting with me,â You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasnât one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.
He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, âI want you so bad,â He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.
Before you could think you were replying, âI want you too,â the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.
You leaned tiredly against the cooler in the kitchen at work, eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through your instagram feed. Work had been an absolute nightmare today, though slow there were several tiny rushes throughout the day, and just when you thought you could leave one of the servers called in.
The managers had begged you to stay, citing how you were the best server, and they couldnât possibly do it without you. After agreeing now all you could do was regret it, even if you might make some extra money it just wasnât really worth it to you with how tired you were⌠not to mention dealing with people⌠ew.
âY/N!!!â Your close friend, Jessie, could be heard squealing from across the kitchen excitedly, running over and grabbing your arm, âDid you hear the news??â
âWhat news?â You asked curiously, looking up lazily from your phone and raising your eyebrows.
âThereâs a new cook!! Heâs upstairs right now apparently!â She exclaimed, eyes shining brightly at the prospect of fresh meat. This was a restaurant after all, the majority of employees were female, any man was sized up by all of the girls as soon as he crossed the threshold. You tried your best not to do that, having given up on the prospect of meeting any good guys here. No matter what there was always a prettier server, or the guy had some fatal flaw, sometimes he didnât even stay for more than a couple weeks.
âOh wow,â you said, unenthused, your eyes trailing back to your phone screen, thumb poised to resume scrolling.
âIâve heard heâs suuuuper hot, and- get this, heâs foreign!â She squealed excitedly, jumping up and down like a child.
âJessie, come on. Why would a foreigner want to come work here? Who told you he was hot??â You asked, looking back up to indulge your dramatic friend.
âI don't know why, but heâs definitely foreign.. Well he apparently lived in Korea for a couple years.â she said thoughtfully, and then looked back to you to answer the next question, âHe was here a couple days ago to get shown around, Elaina told me all about him. I guess she got to talk with him a little bit, she said heâs hot.â
Elaina was the restaurant's biggest slut, always finding new guys to screw. If it didnât work out with one it wasnât a problem, there was always another one. It was no surprise she had gotten to talking with the new guy, she would probably hop on his dick as soon as he walked through the d-
Your brain seemed to malfunction as you heard the kitchen door opening and looked up to see one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your entire life walk into the kitchen.
The first thing you noticed was how tall he was, the second was his insane body proportions. His shoulders were broad and strong, while his waist was kind of small and tapered. His eyes were chocolatey brown, wide and shining, they had a mischievous glint in them. His skin was incredibly clear and a gorgeous golden brown that you had never seen on any of the boys in this nasty town. It was about ninety-nine percent hick country, so seeing a man like this in person was a dream come true.
His hair was pure black and shining, but he quickly covered it with a chef's hat. He was wearing the regular chefs outfit, black jeans and a loose fitting black chefs coat, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing firm and strong forearms that flexed as he followed one of the other cooks behind the line. He didnât look nervous in the slightest, in fact he exuded confidence.
âHey!â Jessie whispered and elbowed you rather hard in the ribs, bringing you back to reality and sending your phone flying out of your hands and onto the floor.
âSeriously!â you exclaimed, trying to act natural as you walked a couple feet to get your phone, glaring at Jessie who was watching you with knowing eyes.
âYou were staring so hard dude, your mouth was wide open too!â She giggled and you glanced back at the man who had just come in, grateful he hadnât seemed to notice you and Jessie just yet.
You shoved her irritably, âShut up!â you muttered. You turned briskly to walk out of the kitchen, wanting to get away from her teasing and from the handsome man. Your face was getting hot the more you replayed seeing him.
He had plump lips, high cheekbones, a defined nose bridge, strong eyebrows, he was literally perfect.
âYou look like you just saw a ghost,â one of your coworkers said as you grabbed a cup absently, wanting to drink some water.
âOh?â you said absently, acting confused by the statement. You scanned the restaurant. There was only one table in the whole place right now, the rest of the crew would be here any moment, and you were looking at a hopefully busy Saturday evening.
You finished filling your cup and began sipping from it thoughtfully, your mind still on that perfect man. What was his name? What was he like? What did he look like under those loose chefs clothes?
âExcuse me,â you heard a soft, unfamiliar voice say behind you.
You looked up and behind you and could barely contain your shock. That perfect man was inches away from you, locking eyes with you. You wanted to look into them forever, but you thankfully had the sense to pull your eyes away, âAh, sorry.â You apologized quickly, stepping to the side to let him get to the water gun.
âItâs alright, Iâm Jin,â he introduced, holding out his large and gorgeous hand to shake. His fingers were long and slender, and his veins stuck out slightly on the backs of his hands, his nails were trimmed and clean too.
You stared at his hand for one second too long, causing him to raise an eyebrow but you raised your comparatively small hand to shake his, watching it disappear within his warm hand.
Wow⌠his skin was so soft. Was this guy really a cook? His forearms were completely unmarred, no burns whatsoever.
âI-Iâm Y/N.â You introduced. Your voice came out squeaky and anxious sounding- fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you cursed internally. He probably thought you were a baby talking that way.
âNice to meet you⌠Thatâs a pretty name.â He complimented and smiled at you sweetly, making your heart rate pick up. This man was dazzling! You couldnât help but think it should be illegal to look this good.
âThanks!â you said, sounding weird even in your own ears, you should get away before you embarrass yourself further, but he was standing right here looking at you, it would be a waste to walk away now.
âIs Jin short for something?â you asked, feeling dumb as the words left your lips.
âMy full name is Kim Seokjin, well itâs Seokjin Kim here.â he corrected, âBut I go by Jin since itâs easier for everyone,â he chuckled softly at your dumbfounded expression.
âO-oh, thatâs cool.â you stuttered out, âSo⌠thatâs korean?â you questioned. Thatâs right, you encouraged yourself, keep the ball rolling.
He nodded affirmatively, âI was born there.â he stated.
âOh thatâs cool! Why are you all the way over here, then?â you asked.
âMy parents have been out here a couple years now, theyâre getting older, figured I should come live around here and take care of them. I saw an ad online for a sous chef position so I figured I would apply.â
âWell⌠thatâs nice of you.. Iâm uh- glad youâre here.â you said, and smiled what you hoped was a nice smile, and not too awkward.
He snickered and shook his head, âWell thanks!â he said and started to walk back to the kitchen. You were about to follow him when you heard an annoying sing-song voice behind you.
âHello~~~!! You must be Jin!!â
âThere goes Elaina,â you thought as her sickly sweet smelling perfume hit your nose as she walked past you. She went up and tapped the large man's shoulder, grinning as she confidently introduced herself.
You sighed and walked away to the counter in the middle of the restaurant, leaning your head dejectedly on your arm. You would give anything to have more time to talk with him⌠but with all the other girls it would probably be impossible. He certainly wouldnât pay you much attention once he got a look at all the other damsels that worked here⌠Even with your lack of hope though, your eyes travelled to your hand where you could still feel the warmth of his wrapped around yours. It couldnât hurt to dreamâŚ
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The dinner rush was in full swing, you were juggling six tables, the kitchen was backed up with orders, and the restaurant was packed with people, conversations echoing off the walls as the printer at the bar went off almost nonstop. The bartender was cranking out drinks for the servers like crazy.
âExcuse me maâam, how much longer on my order!â One of your particularly annoying tables called, snapping her fingers at you as you were rushing by with dirty plates to take to the back.
âNot much longer, miss.â you replied hastily and offered an apologetic smile.
âCan you check? Did you even put it in?â
âOf course I can! So sorry, miss!â you said and smiled before turning away, your expression dropping immediately. What did she think you were doing carrying all these dirty plates? Of course you would check if you were going in the kitchen, that was literally just common sense.
You came back into the kitchen, briskly kicking the door open and setting the plates down before striding down to the ticket line where the expo was plating whatever food he could and shouting at the cooks for more fries.
Jin was sauteeing something and the other two cooks were hard at work on the grill, fryers, and salad station. Jinâs expertise was obvious, even in a new environment he was shining.
âHey how long on this ticket,â you muttered to the expo. You wished you could stare at Jin all night long, but you had customers to please, and besides you had already given up on your fantasies about him. The most your relationship would amount to would be casual friendship, if even that.
Yours was actually second in the line and as the expo looked it over, he realized only one thing was missing and it was actually on Jinâs side.
âHey Jin, do you have the tostadas coming?â He called.
âTostadas?â Jin called back, looking up in confusion at the expo, his brow was furrowed and sweat was dripping down his temples. Fuck. How could you focus on anything with him being THAT fine. Some of the other servers had come in to pine over the line and agonize over how hot the new chef was.
Yet even his hotness couldnât distract as he said, âI donât have a ticket for that.â and turned around flippantly.
âWhat do you mean?â The expo called, grabbing the ticket and pushing it across the shelf for Jin, who turned around to take it, looking it over intently.
âI made that already.â he argued, and pushed the ticket back at the expo, again turning away to continue his sautee job. You could feel your blood beginning to boil, and there was the fatal flaw. He might be a good cook, but he had a shitty attitude.
âWell we donât have it!â You interrupted loudly, âI need tostadas ASAP!â
âAre you the expo?â He asked calmly, cocking an eyebrow at you. Ugh, he was so hot even being as big of a dick as he was being.
âDonât get sidetracked, you have a job to do,â you thought to yourself.
âNo, but who cares? Make me my tostadas!â
Jin rolled his eyes and pointedly turned away as the expo finished the first order and called out tiredly, âJin can you please make me an order for tostadas ASAP?â
âOf course I can,â he said and glared at you before turning back around to continue.
âGlad to know we have another asshole cook on the team!â You called childishly, making the other waitresses gasp. You went back out on the floor without a care to go deal with the rest of your tables, and reassure your woman that her food was in fact coming up. This wasnât going to be fun.
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The night had finally slowed to a stop and you were getting ready to leave for the evening, printing your reports and organizing all of your checks at a table. As you were sitting you heard a voice coming from around the wall between the booth and the server station, and paused at the sound of your name.
âSheâs always like that, youâre not an asshole.â Elaina was saying, her voice that annoying, honey sweet tone she took with men she was trying to impress.
âI wonât let any servers walk all over me,â Jin was heard saying, sounding nonchalant.
âOh of course not!! You shouldnât!! Sheâs a bitch because sheâs jealous. She has always been the le-â
âSorry, but Iâm not here to gossip or talk crap. Thank you for the encouragement though,â Jin could be heard cutting her off, before you heard the door to the kitchen creak open as he walked away from her. You sighed and rolled your eyes, at least Elainaâs plan to use you as a tool to get with him didnât work.
You were certainly bitchy earlier, that you would admit, but he didnât help the situation either acting the way he did. You finished doing your report and slid out of the booth tiredly, it didnât matter, tomorrow was another dayâŚ
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Situations like the one that night seemed to happen all too frequently between you and Jin despite your best efforts. You really didnât want to fight with him, he was unbearably attractive, smart, a good cook, and his voice was like silk, yet every night seemed to be a new battle.
First it was french fries taking too long, next it was the steak being overcooked, and the next it was an item rang in wrong, it was all trivial but it just seemed to add up. Everyday you saw him it became more and more tense between you two, you hated it, because despite all of that you were crushing on him. Not only was he hot, but he could be incredibly sweet at times. Plus he was so cute, and his jokes were hilarious. He never told them to you, but every time you heard them you couldnât help but giggle at the stupidity of them.
Your work day was starting off shitty, as was normal. Jin hadnât said hello to you when you came in, two servers called off, and the restaurant was in shambles when you arrived. Not to mention it was eighty-five degrees outside, you hadnât slept well, and you had had a large fight with your parents before leaving for work.
It was a dumb fight,just more nagging from them about your life. It seemed like nothing you did was good enough. You were trying your best... At times you just felt like you were fighting an uphill battle. Today you had no energy to fight with Jin, and you certainly werenât prepared for the dinner rush.
It was the wing bar that night. The crowd came in a tidal wave of people, more than you or any of your coworkers had expected or been prepared for and within the first hour you were so swamped you didnât know what to do. You simply couldnât keep up with everything that was happening.
Food, checks, orders, tables, greeting, running, pre-bussing, it was all too much for you, especially with the heat and the tiredness. Food was coming out at a decent rate thankfully, but one table just simply could not be satisfied.
You were feeling worse and worse as the time ticked by, and had no fight left in you to deal with difficult entitled customers, but duty called.
âMaâam, maâam come here!â You heard and couldnât help but sigh at the familiar obnoxious voice. You knew this table would be a problem when they had first complained about the bugs outside, and then returned a drink because it âdefinitely wasnât made rightâ, what could it possibly be now?
You turned around hesitantly and put on your best invested, and apologetic smile, their food had been dropped by the runner probably a couple minutes ago now, all mostly wings.
âWhat can I do for you?â You asked, faking sweetness while inside you were cursing at this nasty woman and her teenagers.
âI donât know what kind of restaurant this is, but the food and the service here is just unacceptable.â
âIâm⌠sorry?â You said, unable to hide how taken aback you were. What was she even talking about?
âFirst of all, this is cold!â she pushed her ribs away in disgust, âThese wings are cold, everything is COLD! Second, this place is filthy and obviously not being run properly. Look at you! You canât seem to get it together for the life of you, and you should take something for all that sweating youâre doing. This has been horrendous!!â She exclaimed again and leaned back with a huff, arms crossing over her chest.
You werenât sure what to say. Usually, you would offer to have the food remade but it didnât feel worth it to you. You could feel your eyes growing hot and your hands were balling up, âIâm so sorry. Iâll go get my manager.â You said and walked away briskly, even as she shouted for you to come back. A few of your other tables looked at you sympathetically as you went inside and beelined to the kitchen, feeling frustration as your tears spilled over freely as soon as the door opened.
âM-Miles!â You stuttered out meekly at your manager who was currently helping expo, he immediately looked up hearing your weak voice, eyes widening.
âY/n, what happened?â
âM-my table is r-really upset right now and I- I think you should go talk to them,â you said, barely managing to get out your words as you felt tiny sobs going through you. You were so tired of everything right now. It was one thing to have a table yell about food, but to also insult you in front of your face was painful and humiliating.
âAbout what? Which table?â he prodded, rubbing your arm in an attempt to comfort you.
âTable eighty three,â you sniffled, âShe said that, that the food was cold and that I was terrible and yeah⌠just please go out there.â
âOkay, okay, just take a breather, drink some water.â He said and quickly stepped out to go and talk with the furious table.
You groaned and wiped at your face, feeling your embarrassment only growing as Jin came from behind the line with a water bottle, âCome here,â he ordered and placed a hand on the small of your back while handing you the water bottle and leading you to the walk in cooler.
You didnât even have enough sense to question why he was being nice to you, your head was pounding and you were overly aware of how hot and wet you were. Not to mention you were pretty much sobbing right now, despite your best efforts to hold it together.
âDrink the water,â He said calmly as he opened the cooler and led you inside, the feeling of cold air against your body was an intense relief, it helped you physically, but you were still reeling over everything. Even now you felt like you needed to run and take care of all of the tables you werenât at right now. The rush was close to done but it was still upon you.
You did as you were told though, breaking the seal and sipping from it. As soon as the cool liquid touched your lips you realized how thirsty you were and drank from it messily, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, hearing the bottle crinkle up as you took in every last drop of it before your hand fell to your side. You used your free hand to wipe at your face, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
âBetter?â Jin asked, leaning against one of the shelves with an almost amused expression.
You had forgotten he was standing there watching you and your eyes flitted away from his face just as soon as they had gone there. You nodded quietly, chewing your lip, trying to calm your racing heart. It was amazing what the cold and water could do for you, you thought.
âYou need to take better care of yourself,â he chastised, moving closer and rather suddenly reaching out and cupping your cheek with the palm of his hand. You looked up, dumbfounded. One hand subconsciously came up to touch his arm while your hand holding the water bottle crinkled it loudly. âYouâre obviously having a hard time, and you arenât drinking enough water⌠no matter how busy it is you come first.â
You nodded quietly, still unsure of what to do about his hand.
âI didnât bother you today right?â he asked, leaning ever so slightly closer, you could make out the flecks of gold in his brown eyes at this angle, and his skin was flawless.
âN-no,â you squeaked out.
âI notice a lot more than you think I doâŚâ he said, and you bit your lip feeling his hand fall carelessly against your side, fitting against you almost too well. You felt a tingle in your breasts, and just knew that if you were to look now both nipples would be hard and pressing against your bra. You were grateful you wore a padded one today.
âL-like what?â
âI knew you were upset as soon as you walked in.â
âOhâŚ?â
He brought his thumb gently across your lips, âThese pretty lips were frowning, and those eyes barely even looked at meâŚâ he whispered. You could clearly hear your heart pounding in your ears. What was happening right now?
âYou were much too quiet⌠if you ever have any problems Iâm always willing to help you out.â
You gasped as he tilted your head up to look into his eyes, âDo you got that?â
You nodded dumbly, biting the inside of your lip as your eyes moved down to his plush lips, appreciating the smoothness of his face. You really wanted to reach up to touch it, maybe it wouldnât hu-
âChef!â
The two of you jumped apart and you immediately turned and grabbed your forehead, acting miserable.
âYes?â He asked. His voice was icy as he turned around to face Elaina, who was standing in the doorway looking slightly confused and frazzled.
âSorry to interrupt⌠They need you back on the line. The others canât keep up.â She said.
He nodded and looked back at you, âYou all right?â
You nodded quickly, not feeling confident enough to speak.
âCome out when youâre ready.â He said and walked out, shutting the cooler behind him.
You let out a soft gasp of air that you hadnât realized you had been holding, your whole body zinging with energy⌠if he could make you feel this way with such a simple touch, imagine how he could make you feelâŚ
You shook your head quickly, ridding yourself of those thoughts. He was just being nice, that was it. It was never going to happen.
You spent a couple more minutes inside, calming down before you finally stepped out to finish the evening off right.
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A couple days later, and you were still thinking about that night in the cooler. You replayed it in your head multiple times during the day. Whenever you masturbated you thought heavily of him inside you, of his eyes boring into yours, of his honey sweet voice in your ear whispering your name.
You thought about Jin for at least seventy five percent of your days, even when you were off all you could think of was him.
âY/N, you have a table at thirty three.â
You immediately snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at the host before leaving the kitchen to get the table started. It was slow today, besides Jin there was one other cook working. It was supposed to be an easy table- that was until they complained about the menu, and then basically tried to modify something into a completely new thing. You did your best to be polite and said you would ask the chef about accommodating them. You walked in nervously, and called out, âHey, Jin?â
âYes?â He asked, looking up from the sandwich he was cutting in half.
You shyly listed off the modifications, and he stared at you with an annoyed expression, cocking an eyebrow as you finished, âAre you actually serious?â
You nodded slowly. His attitude was getting you angry already.
âWell, first of all we donât have cucumbers, you know that. Second, we donât have seasoning to blacken a fucking salmon, you also know that. Third, I canât even respond to the rest because itâs honestly not worth my time. Use your brain,â He said flippantly.
How was he the same person as the one in the cooler that time?
What was his problem?
âAre you done now?â You asked, immediately catching an attitude. Just because he was hot didnât mean he could talk to you like that.
âExcuse me?â He asked, looking up through his gorgeous lashes dangerously.
âAre you done being a dick? Iâm just doing my job, which is to satisfy my customers. Your job is to answer my questions, not give me snobby replies and act like a prick.â
âMy job is to cook food, not cater to your needs. Quit wasting my time, and go take care of your idiot table.â he ordered.
âWill you make my order?â
âIs it going to have stupid modifications that I canât fulfill, if so, then no. If youâre going to keep being a bitch then I also wonât be making your order. Quit wasting your time.â
You huffed angrily, and the two of you began going back and forth insulting each other, growing louder and louder until your manager came in to calm the situation and split you guys up. You huffed angrily, cheeks red, and practically ran from the kitchen to ring in your ridiculous and âstupidâ order. Now you didnât care if they couldnât do it. They would do it.
~~~~~
The rest of the evening after the fight was tense, and you were grateful that when you left Jin was nowhere to be seen. In the end, they had made the order almost perfectly, and the table left happily so you supposed that was all that mattered.
You couldnât stop thinking about the fight though, you had both said some pretty bad things. You wondered if you guys could ever really get along.
You were walking quietly down the empty employee halls heading to the clock out, it was late since you had got stuck doing extra side work, so everyone had mostly gone home for the night.
You were mid sigh when you felt a large hand clasp over your mouth while a strong arm snaked around your waist and pulled you into one of the side boiler rooms, causing a muffled shriek to leave your lips as the person kicked the door open and you heard a familiar silky voice say, âShh, behave.â
You froze and blinked, looking around the low lit and frankly dirty room. There were a couple machines running that were always on, running the building, resonating with a persistent hum.
You struggled violently to get out of Jinâs strong grip but he only held tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm, hand firmly over your mouth until you finally gave up with an indignant groan. You knew it was Jin, but that was it. Your stomach was churning with anxiety and anticipation as he held you tightly in his grasp against his hot body. Your head at his chest.
âAre you done?â he whispered coolly against your ear, his tone slightly mocking.
You shuddered and nodded.
âIâm gonna move my hand, if you scream youâll really be sorry.â he threatened.
Did you have a reason to scream? You wondered.
Sure Jin was being strange, but there was nothing to be worried about⌠right?
As his hand slid away you quickly asked, âWhat are you doing?â
He was silent for a while, wrapping his now free arm tightly around you in an iron like bind. Both of his arms were pressing against your chest, and you could feel your heart racing against your rib cage the longer he stood silently holding you.
âYou were very bad todayâŚâ he whispered softly, and as he did his teeth caught hold of the tip of your ear, causing you to gasp and jerk your head away.
âI-Iâm sorry?â you whimpered.
âYou just keep fighting with me.â he whispered, his voice filled with emotion you couldnât understand.
âYou keep fighting with me,â You replied, chewing your bottom lip. This position wasnât one you expected to be in with Jin ever, especially after tonight, but here you were, standing caged in his arms against his strong chest.
He dropped his head on your shoulder, and his warm breath tickled your neck, causing goosebumps to rise up along your skin, âI want you so bad,â He whispered against you, placing a kiss against your neck.
Before you could think you were replying, âI want you too,â the words spilled out much too naturally. You felt anticipation shoot through you as he chuckled against your neck, beginning to litter kisses along your hot skin.
You tilted your head back to allow better access and then felt a zing of new fear go through you.
No. This was bad. This was very bad you needed to get away. You were literally at work, in a back hall where anyone could just walk in⌠Maybe had you been somewhere else this would be more appropriate?
âAre you insane?â You gasped, suddenly trying to jerk away again, pulling your head away from his lips.
âAre you?â He asked and pushed one of his arms down around your waist, driving your ass back into his center where you could feel his rising excitement. This couldn't be happening. His other hand easily found purchase on your breasts, groping you over your shirt and bra. You moaned out involuntarily at the friction and then bit your lip to try and quiet yourself.
Were you dreaming?
âThatâs right you fucking whore⌠this is what you wanted all along hm?â
âW-what are you talking about?â you panted. It was embarrassing how you felt right now. You wanted to get away, you wanted to get out right now, but you couldnât bring yourself to struggle⌠your body would never forgive you for wasting this chance.
âDo you like to tease me?â he asked, and the hand that had been on your breast suddenly was wrapping around your throat as he pushed your head up and back against his shoulder, causing you to squeak as his eyes met yours.
Oh fuck.
You tried to shake your head, but you were totally incompacitated with his hand wrapped around you like this. The hand around your waist slithered up and he began quickly undoing the buttons on your uniform.
You weakly began to struggle, suddenly feeling anxiety shoot through you. You had just finished working, what if you were gross? A sick part of you wanted this, craved it, but the rational part of you was screaming at you to get out of there.
His hand eased on your throat only slightly and you gasped for air, causing him to laugh cruelly before he released your throat and turned you around to face him, his eyes were filled with desire and lust. It caught you so off guard you didnât even have time to react before he was forcing you against the wall.
âI know you want me.â he said softly, strong arms caging you in on either side.
âI- I donât know what youâre t-â
He cut you off by aggressively pressing his lips against yours, one hand grabbing your chin while the other began kneading your breast again, making you gasp and moan as his warm lips moved against yours. At first you tried to pull away, to stop the kiss, but his mouth felt so soft and his touch felt so good you couldnât help yourself. Your eyes fluttered closed and one hand came up to grab the arm that was raised against your cheek.
A part of you knew this was wrong, and you knew that a normal person would be afraid of this large man, but you werenât. You were completely overpowered with lust that had been stewing ever since he had walked through those doors.
Who cared if someone walked in? A part of you wished someone would.
Who cared if you werenât in pristine condition? He clearly didnât.
His hands found your legs and you let out a shocked squeak as he lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist while your back leaned against the wall. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as well and he smiled down at your shocked expression.
âIâve wanted you for so long,â he breathed as his nimble fingers took up unbuttoning your shirt again.
âM-me too,â you stuttered earnestly, already a desperate and needy mess, especially with the slight pressure of him against your core.
âReally,â he said, his voice lowering and one of his eyebrows cocking up in an enthused expression.
You were about to reply, but his hands were suddenly cupping your bra clad chest, squeezing slightly. You moaned embarrassingly, throwing your head back against the wall as he teased you.
âThis is pretty,â He commented, his finger trailing down the outside of your lacy bra.
âTh-thanks,â You stuttered.
âDid you wear it hoping I might see it?â He asked, his hands cupping your breasts again as his dark eyes met yours in the halflight.
You remembered all the times you put on your work outfit you would wonder if Jin would like it. You had wondered if his hands would ever move to unclasp your bra and do all the things you could only fantasize about.
You nodded slightly and he smirked, before his hands were coming behind your back and skillfully unclasping the bra. A part of you wondered how many times he had done this before tonight, but you didnât really care. He was yours for the night, so what did it matter?
As your bra was loosened he easily slid his hands under it to grope you much easier, his large hands cupping them. You pushed your head against the wall, biting your lip to stifle the moans that were bubbling at your lips. His fingers skillfully found your already hard nipples, running back and forth over them. With each touch of his hand arousal shot through your core.
âJ-Jin,â you whimpered as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers.
âYes my dear,â he asked, eyes boring into you.
âW-what if someone sees?â You asked, your breath was coming out faster as he began to play more roughly with your nipples, occasionally groping your chest insistently.
âHmm⌠then I guess theyâll know how much of a slut you actually are behind that bitchy exterior,â he said. You huffed as he was suddenly attacking your neck again, trailing to bite your shoulder and collarbone, irritably pushing the fabric of your button up aside.
âF-fuck,â you whispered, shuddering as he began sucking on a spot just below your collarbone, hands still working gracefully on your chest. You could feel the growing wetness of your panties, and you were becoming needy. Unfortunately, Jin had no intentions of rushing the time he had with you, taking his time leaving an array of bruises just below your collarbones, hands still groping your chest.
His mouth finally found yours and as you kissed he helped you get your shirt off the rest of the way, and then gently lowered your feet to the ground to remove your bra as well. You kissed him back feverishly as his hands found your hips, holding them within his massive hand as your mouth opened with his, deepening the already sloppy kiss.
One of his hands went back to your breast, flicking over your nipple and making you squeak against his lips. He chuckled and pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at you standing topless before him.
You felt suddenly exposed but you couldnât think too much as he was suddenly bringing his head down and gripping one of your breasts, guiding his hot mouth to your nipple. You gasped and shuddered at the feeling of his wet tongue against you, practically lying against the wall as he worked his magic on you, teasing your body cruelly.
You let out a startled gasp as he suddenly slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing in the dark room. He continued to squeeze and grope your ass while his mouth trailed from one breast to the other before reconnecting feverishly with your mouth. His fingers finally began to work at undoing your jeans and you lifted your arms again to wrap around his neck as you made out, to distract you as his hand wasted no time in dipping into your pants.
You moaned loudly and dropped your head against his shoulder to muffle the sound as his fingers dragged along your wet panties, finding your clit easily and beginning to move his middle finger in slow circles.
âYouâre practically dripping,â he teased, and you let out a low whine as his finger continued to rub your sensitive bud through your panties. Your stomach was twisting and turning with anticipation, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you already.
âHurry up and fuck me!â You gasped as his finger pressed harder against you.
âSomeoneâs impatient,â He laughed, but made no move to do what you had told him. You reached out boldly and began rubbing over the bulge of his cock in his jeans, moving your own hand in slow circles as he did the same to you.
He didnât stop you, but he did finally dip his hands beneath your panties, splitting the folds of your dripping cunt with his fingers and making your body shudder hard at the feeling. You kept rubbing his cock, but you were forced to stop as you felt a finger slip into your core, causing you to cry out loudly.
As you pulled back your head he pushed you back against the wall hard and reconnected his lips with yours to quiet you. As he began fingering you, his fingers brushed against your g-spot, drawing out mewls of arousal from your lips. You couldnât even focus on the kiss, your entire being was focused on his fingers slipping in and out of your core.
You blushed hearing the squelching sounds of your wetness as he began fingering you.
âLetâs get these off of you shall we?â He suggested, and you whined as he pushed your jeans and panties down with ease, as soon as they hit the ground his fingers were dragging back against you, making you shudder and cry out.
âJin!â you moaned as he suddenly was pushing his fingers inside of you again quickly, wasting no time in beginning to pound in and out of you expertly.
âYouâd better quiet down before someone hears you princess,â he whispered darkly, not bothering to slow his pace.
You bit down hard on your lip, your hands reaching out to ground yourself on his shoulders, fingers digging into them as your mouth twisted in pleasure and embarrassment. The sound of your wetness was new even to you. Jin suddenly stopped and you whined out loudly, causing him to laugh softly.
âSit down over here,â he ordered, and pointed to a chair conveniently placed in the corner of the room, probably left there to be thrown away, but instead forgotten.
âW-what if itâs dirty,â you whimpered.
He smiled softly down at you. You had been reduced to nothing more than his toy at this moment, standing naked in front of him, completely at his mercy. You had to say though, you definitely didnât mind.
He slowly undid his chefâs coat, sliding it off to reveal a tight black tee shirt beneath it and slowly went to the chair, laying it over the bottom of it. In the half light you could see the definition of his muscles and as he turned around you were wrapping your arms around his neck to sloppily kiss him again while his hands wrapped around your waist, kissing you back just as hard as your hands glided to his chest.
He was just as muscular as you had expected.
âTake off your shirt,â you gasped.
He chuckled and pulled away, slowly grabbing the edges of it and sliding it over his head, revealing his toned abs and strong shoulders.
âHoly shit,â you whimpered, your hands coming to touch his pectoral muscles and running down his body, enjoying the ridges of his abs against your fingertips, stopping at his waist band.
âThatâs enough now,â he cooed, âSit down,â he ordered, pushing you slightly towards the chair.
âBut what if-â
âSit. Down.â His voice took on a more authoritative tone and your stomach twisted.
âO-okay,â
âItâs not okay. Itâs, âYes, Chef.ââ he ordered.
âY-yes Chef,â you stuttered, sitting down in the chair slowly.
You bit your lip as Jin dropped to his knees in front of you, looking down at him through anxious eyes. You had no idea what he was planning, or what he wanted.
âSpread your legs,â he ordered and you took a deep breath. You hadnât expected to be this exposed to him at all. His eyes were boring into you hungrily, and you felt anticipation knotting up your stomach as you slowly spread apart your legs, revealing your wet core to him.
You flinched as he let out a shaking breath, âYouâre so fucking hot,â he said, âSuch a pretty little whore,â
You looked down at him as you felt his fingers coming up to caress your outer thighs, his fingers trailing over your knees and down your calves. Every touch from his nimble fingers was electric. Yet his hands wouldnât go near your core, and you were growing desperate.
âT-touch me,â you whimpered.
âHmm,â he sighed softly, and his fingers went higher up your thighs, âShow me how you want me to touch you,â He breathed and you felt a zing of anxious excitement shoot through you. You had never done something so lewd in front of another person, and you werenât sure if you could.
âW-what do you mean?â You stalled.
âTake your hand,â he ordered, grabbing your wrist and guiding it to your dripping cunt, âAnd play with yourself while I watch. Show me how you like it.â
You bit your lip, looking down at him through your lashes, he stared up at you lustfully, his eyes sliding down your body to focus on your center.
You closed your eyes, and leaned back against the chair, your fingers sliding slowly between your folds and running over your clit. You brought up your other hand to gently begin playing with your nipple, sliding your finger back and forth as the one between your legs rubbed up and down against your clit, gliding between the folds.
You shuddered feeling his hot breath against your hand, and you chanced a glance to see he had drawn closer, focusing on your hand as it moved.
You slowly drew your finger down to your own entrance, pushing your finger against the entrance, little moans sliding out of your lips as you began to push a finger in, making Jin moan as well as he watched.
âYou really are such a little slut,â he teased, and you mewled as you felt two of his fingers against you, beginning to push apart your folds further, examining your most private area with predatory eyes, âJust imagine if someone came in right now,â he whispered, his hot breath brushing against you as your finger pushed in further.
His talk was making you more excited and more desperate, you wished someone would come in and see this right now.
âImagine the look on their face when they see you sitting here, touching your pretty little cunt for me.â
The thought alone was making you more worked up, âChef,â you whimpered, plunging your fingers faster in and out of yourself, sweat was beading on your forehead and beginning to sheen over your body as you became more and more aroused.
âYes princess,â He crooned, his fingers sliding up either side of your core, making you more crazy and desperate.
âMmmm,â you couldnât even speak as one of his fingers ghosted against your clit as you continued to touch yourself, finger flicking more insistently over your nipple, sending shocks of pleasure through you with each stroke.
âSuch a good little whore, all for me,â he praised, beginning to rub your clit in slow circles, making you keen softly, biting your lip hard to try and stop the noises that were begging to spew from your lips.
You were drawing close, your thighs beginning to tremble as you attempted to spread your legs further for him, your hand reaching up to your own throat, squeezing the sides in desperation.
âChoking hm,â he whispered, and you whined as you heard him stand. His hands wrapped around both of your wrists, stopping you from bringing yourself to orgasm.
âL-let go,â you begged, attempting to push your fingers back inside but he pulled them out instead, laying your hand on your thigh while he took the hand around your throat and also set that on your thigh.
âI bet I can make you cum twice as hard as you can yourself,â he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple. You felt his hands slip down against your core before pushing inside of you once again, this time with a vengeance.
âOh fuck,â you gasped, and he quickly pressed his lips against yours to stifle you as he began to curl his fingers expertly inside of you. He rubbed that sensitive area with vigor, slowly picking up the pace as his other hand gripped gently on your throat. He was doing everything perfectly, and your body and mind were in ecstasy.
Your hands lifted to grip the offending arm desperately, fingernails digging into his firm arm.
âThatâs right, come on Y/N,â He breathed against you, bringing you closer to the edge. You gasped and shuddered as an orgasm was suddenly upon you, causing you to lurch forward against Jinâs shoulder, clawing at his bicep as he carried you through the orgasm, pounding into you hard and fast.
He pulled quickly out of you, giving you a moment to come down, âReady for another round?â He asked, and you pulled away in shock before he was suddenly rubbing your clit hard and fast, causing you to gasp as the pleasure changed to slight pain as overstimulation set in.
âS-stop⌠n-no,â You whimpered, your body already beginning to tremble. You were already exhausted from the first one, and you could feel the pressure building up twice as much.
Soon you were too far gone as he was pounding into you once again, sweat dripping down his chest and arms as he pounded in and out of you vigorously, his head against your wet neck.
âIâm-iâm gonna⌠oh please,â you mewled and your eyes clenched so tight that you saw white. Your body convulsed hard beneath his finger and his hand came over your mouth as your moans grew loud and intense, liquid spewed lewdly from out of you as you came.
He watched with pride as you squirted, body writhing as your wetness covered his hand.
As soon as you finished you felt intense humiliation racing through your veins, and as he went to pull away you grabbed a hold of him tightly, trembling still, your legs clamping closed. You felt like you might cry as you breathed against his chest.
âGood job princess,â he whispered, gently rubbing your thighs and sides before one of his hands was going to rub your back.
âIâm s-sorry,â you squeaked.
âHm?â He asked, pulling away from you. His strong brows furrowed at your anxious expression.
âI didnât m-mean to,â you whimpered, looking away from him, your hands holding tightly to his wet arm.
âOh princess, you were amazing,â he praised, his voice taking on a comforting and almost sweet tone as he kissed your face.
You blushed brightly, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were still embarrassed, but as Jinâs hands ran up and down your sides soothingly, whispering praise against your ear, you slowly relaxed, and your body began begging once again for his cock.
âWill you fuck me now?â You whispered, looking up at him.
âIâm going to make you see stars,â he growled and you gasped as he was yanking you up from the chair and kissing you hard, his tongue invading your mouth feverishly.
You melted into the kiss, and your hands travelled down his well muscled torso to his black jeans. You were quick to undo his pants for him, pushing down the waistband eagerly, while still trying to maintain the kiss.
He separated from your mouth for a moment to pull down his pants, and then his boxers, revealing his hard length.
You gasped seeing how big he actually was, a zap of fear going through you as you wondered if you would be able to take him all. Your hands went to his cock, and you began jerking him off. Rubbing up and down on his hard length. He lifted his hands to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair as he kissed you hard, grunting occasionally as you went.
His mouth eventually left yours to attack the side of your neck, his hands sliding down your body and groping your ass. You were eager to feel him inside of you, just the thought alone making you wetter.
You whimpered as he smacked your ass quite hard and he pulled away from you, âAgainst the wall,â he ordered suddenly. You looked down and realized the precum beading at the tip of his hard cock.
You felt a flash of excitement and pride, âYes, Chef,â you said, pulling away and going against the wall.
You heard him bend down and the rip of a package as he slipped on a condom. It was a good thing he thought to do so, because your mind was far from worrying about anything other than having him fill you.
You heard him coming back over and you squeaked as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back. Your palms splayed against the wall and you spread your legs a bit for him as he slid his finger down the length of your spine before pausing and you squeaked as he slapped your ass once again.
âAfter all the trouble you give me, itâs so good hearing you whine like that,â he said softly, and you gasped as he spanked you again, âYou wanted me to punish you didnât you,â he teased.
âY-yes Chef,â you said, and as he spanked you once more, you revelled in the sting of it, feeling the way your body reacted to him spanking you. After a few more tears were pricking the corner of your eyes and you were growing needy.
âOh please fuck me!â You cried out.
He was quiet for a moment, but then you felt his fingers slipping between your lips, pushing your lips apart to give him easier access.
âAlright now princess, be good for me,â he whispered and you waited with bated breath as the head of his cock teased your entrance, he rubbed against your slit a few times, gathering your own wetness all over his cock before he began to push inside of you.
You moaned out and brought one hand to your mouth to stifle the sound as your walls spasmed around him. He was massive, stretching you as he slowly inserted himself deep inside of you. He let out little grunts of his own at the feeling of your body clenching around him.
âIâm in,â he said, leaning down to gently bite your shoulder, making you squeak at the feeling.
âF-fuck me,â you begged, âJust fuck me,â
âSo needy,â he commented, before he began slowly sliding in and out of you, causing your muscles to spasm. You bit your lip, trying to stifle any of the sounds that were begging to be released.
âYouâre so fucking wet,â he groaned, smacking your ass as he started getting into a rhythm, fucking into you at a steady pace, making you whine and shudder around him. This was more than you could have ever dreamed. With each thrust he would bury himself deep inside of you, head teasing your cervix, before pulling nearly all the way out and then snapping his hips back into you, causing you to cry out at the feeling.
âAre you my little whore?â He growled as he started to pick up the pace.
âY-yes chef,â you whimpered, feeling your knees growing weak.
âSay it.â He ordered, and you let out a faltering gasp as he suddenly pulled you up, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you while his other wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back against his chest.
âAhh, I-Iâm your little whore,â you breathed out, gasping as he was suddenly thrusting right into a sensitive area deep inside, with each snap of his hips your body would spasm.
Suddenly you both froze hearing voices coming from somewhere, and adrenaline zapped through your body. Oh fuck, what if they heard you, or worse what if they came in and saw.
He grabbed you tightly and forced you to turn with him to face the door, grabbing one of your breasts, his finger flicking cruelly over your nipple, âDo you think you can keep quiet,â he whispered against your ear, slipping his hand down your abdomen to slide a finger over your clit.
âA-aang,â you gasped, biting your tongue as he began to move his finger in slow circles, the voices were growing closer.
âTheyâd be so turned on to see you like this,â he whispered, âTotally at my mercy.â He growled, beginning to thrust slowly in and out again, pulling his hand away from your clit to hold you, one hand still wrapped around your throat. You felt tears pricking your eyes as you did your best to keep quiet, your stomach twisting with anxiety and your heart pounding so loud they could probably hear it out there.
He did everything in his power to torment you, fingers running between teasing your nipple and rubbing your clit. Whispering sweet nothings against your ear while occasionally biting your earlobe.
Finally you heard the door to the outside open and it was silent once more.
You let out a shaky sigh and he picked up the pace, his hand splaying across your abdomen. âGood girl,â
âY-youâre insane,â you whined, and he laughed softly before beginning to fuck you harder, the sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room.
âYouâre taking me so well,â he praised, âI can feel my cock hitting your walls,â he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.
He grabbed your hand, placing it under his against your abdomen. You gasped as he suddenly snapped his hips into you, and you felt the bulge against your hand, making you even more turned on.
âCan you feel it,â
âYouâre so fucking big,â you whined as he suddenly started fucking you harder, almost bouncing you on his cock. His hand moved from yours to rub your clit, making you moan loudly. His hand on your throat was snapping over your mouth in an instant to quiet you as you were pushed into orgasm once more, muscles spasming around the large manâs monstrous cock, the feeling of him hitting into your hand was making you crazy.
As you finished he slipped out of you, and you nearly fell, your legs weak. He caught you easily and spun you around, pushing you up against the wall. His hands slipped under your thighs and he was lifting you before you knew it, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips.
âIâm not done just yet baby,â he whispered. You whimpered, and sighed as he slid his cock back into easily.
âHmmmm,â You sighed in contentment, your hands wrapping around his neck and tangling in his hair as you leaned forward to kiss him hard.
He didn't even need to lean you against the wall, wrapping his arms around you as he kissed you back just as hard, your walls spasming around his large cock. You felt so full it was blissful.
He finally pressed you back against the wall, and began to pound in and out of you, causing you to throw your head back against the wall as he fucked you.
He was going faster, sweat was dripping from both of you as you were getting closer to orgasm and Jin was right on the edge. He was beginning to spew curse words, his hands gripping your sides hard as he pounded into you. You were almost laying against the wall, if it wasnât for his hands holding you up and your death grip around his neck you would fall.
âSuch a good fucking whore,â He growled, and you gasped as he lifted a hand to grope your breast, flicking his finger over your nipple before you saw his abdomen spasm, his muscles clenching as he groaned out loudly himself. His hand going back, exposing his gorgeous neckline, face twisted in pleasure.
You moaned at the sight, and as the hand on your breast rubbed over your swollen, oversensitive clit you were coming as well, body spasming for the fourth time in orgasm as he held you tightly. As you both finished finally you pulled yourself up onto him, dropping your head against his shoulder and taking gasping breaths, your entire body exhausted.
You felt his cock slip out of you and he held you tightly, a hand going to your head, running his fingers through your hair, breathing just as deeply as you.
âHow are you?â He asked.
âTired,â you muttered, you werenât sure yet if you could stand on your own.
âThink youâll be able to drive home?â He asked, rubbing your back in slow circles.
You let out a soft sigh, âOhhhh, fuck,â you groaned. You had completely forgotten about the thirty minute drive home, and already your body was so sore and tired. You wanted to sleep more than anything.
âYou can stay the night with me,â he offered sweetly.
âAre you sure,â you muttered.
âGet dressed,â He ordered, helping you disentangle yourself from him and finding your clothes for you.
You struggled slightly getting yourself dressed. You would need to go to the bathroom asap, but you wondered if he would leave you behind if you did. Not that it would matter. Jin put on his clothes, folding up his chef's coat from the chair and folding it over his arm.
You looked at it and felt a dark blush cover your cheeks, âIâm sorry⌠about that.â you said, gesturing to the chef's coat.
Jin chuckled darkly, âIt was sexy,â he said, shrugging and grinning from ear to ear.
You looked away shyly, âTh-thanks⌠and I- Iâm sorry about today too. I was just frustrated and-â Jin came forward, placing a finger against your lips.
âHush. Weâre already past that⌠you made up for it⌠Besides it was more me than you that was being an asshole.â He admitted, and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.
âI really like you,â you blurted. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or the fact this man had given you four of the best orgasms of your life, but you were suddenly ready to bare your soul to him.
You didnât want this to be a one time thing⌠well maybe just once here. You didnât want to go back to the strained relationship.
âWell I gathered that,â he said, rolling his eyes at you.
âI-I mean it⌠IâŚâ
âPrincess, we donât need to talk about this right now.â He said, caressing your cheek, âWe smell like sex and sweat, and weâre standing in a filthy back room at work⌠letâs go back to my place okay? We can take a shower and talk more,â he promised.
You nodded slowly, that sounded heavenly⌠but still.
âTh-thatâs fine but, we wonât go back to how things were before right?⌠We arenât gonna fight anymore?â
âIâm tired of pretending I like you less than I do,â he said, smiling sweetly at you before coming over to you.
He placed his arm around you and slowly opened the door, looking both ways before stepping out and taking you outside into the cold air. As soon as you got to his car and sat down in the passenger seat you were out like a lightâŚ
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hi! i was the one who asked if your requests were open :) so you write remus with a praise kink, and you do it in the bEst way possible!! like, it gets a big reaction every time, but itâs not demeaning in any way, and i fucking adore that. i was wondering if you could write abt how sirius found out remus liked it? like in the gag fic he says âgood boyâ by accident and the reaction it gets is just sooo good and i can imagine him saying it without thinking about it and remus just going đł!! if you donât feel like writing this, by all means donât!!
Hello, and thank you for your kind message! I never want to display kinks/ smut dynamics as demeaning, so Iâm really glad it doesnât come off that way. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!
TW for smut, praise kink, and a bit of brattiness
Sirius closed his eyes as the sting on his rear end faded. âReally?â
âWhat?â Remus asked, quirking an eyebrow at him with a grin playing at his mouth. âYou donât like it when I do that?â
âYou know I do.â
He shrugged. âThen I donât see a problem.â
Sirius snagged him by the belt loop and reeled him in, feeling a flare in his gut at the false resistance act Remus put on. Slender hands splayed over his hips and squeezed; something devilish gleamed in Remusâ eyes. âYou know you can just ask, right?â
âAsk for what?â
âCome on, Re,â he scoffed, leaning closer.
Remusâ hands slid down to his ass and rested there, just heavy enough that Sirius felt his thighs tingling. âI want to hear you say it.â
With a quiet laugh, he cradled Remusâ jaw in his palms and tilted it up, then tugged his lower lip between his teeth for a moment. âIf you want a good, solid railing,â he murmured, skimming his mouth over Remusâ cheek. âAll you have to do is ask.â
âYou want me to beg?â Remus breathed out a snicker. âThatâs more up your alley, babes.â
âDepends on what direction this afternoon is going in.â
He felt Remusâ soft huff against his neck before lips brushed his earlobe. âNot a chance.â
âFine, then.â Sirius rallied his self-control and stepped away, raising his hands in surrender before turning back to his crossword. âJust know that itâs your own stubborn fault.â
âMy whââ Remus spluttered, knocking their hips together. âSomebodyâs feeling grumpy.â
Sirius propped his chin on his hand and glanced over. âAnd somebody else is too damn proud to admit theyâre just gagging for it, eh?â
The tips of Remusâ ears turned pink, as did his neck; he wiggled his way between Sirius and his crossword, then hopped up onto the countertop and pulled him in for a knee-melting kiss as his ankles locked around Siriusâ lower back. âWhatâm I supposed to say?â he asked. Sirius could feel his heart hammering beneath his palm and grinned. Just how long have you been pent up?
âBaby,â he began, moving down to litter Remusâ neck and jaw with kisses. âPlease take me to bed and fuck me so hard I forget my name.â
Remus paused, then dissolved into laughter. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âAnd youâre horny,â Sirius countered, bumping his nose with his own. âAre you going to say it, or should I go back to my crossword until you find your words?â
âYouâre really going to make me say it?â
âMhmm.â
âDo I have to use those exact words?â
âI can write it down if you werenât paying attention the first time.â
Remus rolled his eyes, then cleared his throat and suppressed another laugh. âBaby, please take me to bed.â
âAndâŚ?â
âAnd fuck me so hard I forget my name, you menace.â
Sirius untangled his legs and gave him room to slide back down to the floor. âThat last part wasnât necessary.â
âItâs the truth!â
âItâs mean!â he protested, tickling his ribs until he jerked out of the way with a yelp. âNow câmere, I want to carry you to bed.â
Remus eyed his hands warily. âNo way.â
âI wonât tickle you again.â
âI donât believe that for a second.â
Sirius threw his hands in the air, torn between exasperation and giddy affection. âThen how do you propose we get upstairs, oh wise and wonderful one?â
He regretted his words immediately. Remusâ chin tilted just so, and a sweet smile spread over his face as he rocked back on his heels, then turned and took off running up the stairs. Sirius laughed in spite of himself and sprinted after him, missing his belt by half an inch as Remus skipped the last step and swung around into the hall.
Sirius tackled him onto the mattress and latched his hands onto his sides. âYouâre such a brat!â
âNo,â Remus managed, kicking and flailing to no avail as Sirius pinned him down. âNo, no, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry, shitââ
âWhat are you sorry for?â
He scrunched his face up and made a valiant effort to get his hands near Siriusâ ribcage, only to yank back when fingers found the soft place beneath his chin. âIâm sorryâIâm sorryâIâm sorry youâre such a bastard.â
âYou little shit!â Sirius redoubled his efforts until tears of mirth gathered in Remusâ eyes.
âI give,â he said at last. âI give. Iâm sorry for running away, alright?â
âI donât believe you, but okay.â Sirius settled himself on Remusâ chest, then pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose. âCutie.â
âEw. Affection.â
âI love you.â
The chest beneath him rose and fell in a heavy sigh, and Remusâ whole face softened. âI love you, too.â
âReady to get back to forgetting your own name?â
âGod, yes.â
And so, both still snickering like a couple of teenage boys fumbling around in some janitorâs closet instead of their shared bed, they managed to get their shirts off between messy kisses and wandering hands that still made Remus jump when they got too close. âIâm not going to tickle you!â Sirius said, rubbing his flat palms along the smooth skin and all its bumps. âSee?â
âYeah, yeah, I know.â Remus squirmed all the same, though, and planted one more kiss to his lips before shimmying out of his fantastically high-waisted jeans that always made Siriusâ brain lose a few neurons. âOne of these days, I should really start doing workouts like you and the team.â
Sirius hummed in question as he mapped the curve of Remusâ shoulder with his teeth and tongue, sliding his own pants down.
âJust to keep up, you know?â More space opened up as Remus turned his head into the pillow, and Sirius made a noise of delight. Fuck, he tastes incredible. âI put on muscle pretty quickââ
His mouth came off with a light pop that made them both grin. âSweetheart, if you get buff, I wonât survive.â
âNo?â Even the mental image of Remus with enough corded muscle to manhandle him a bitâor, god forbid, pick him upâmade him stir in his underwear, and his mouth watered. âOh, okay. I might have to do it anyway, just to see that look on your face.â
âAnd you call me a menace,â Sirius teased, kissing those plush lips for all he was worth before slipping his hand beneath the elastic waistband.
Remusâ mouth opened against his own with a harsh exhale and his knees knocked against Siriusâ thighs. âNgh, fuck me.â
âIn a minute.â
âBaby.â
âBe patient.â
âNo,â he practically whined, bucking his hips up as if to flip their positions. Sirius tightened his grip by half a degree and slid a finger down to press against the soft bit of skin below his cleft; Remus went absolutely still with bated breath. âOh.â
âBe. Patient.â
Deep copper eyelashes fluttered on Siriusâ cheekbone as he kissed Remusâ temple and began stroking him, slow and steady even while long legs twitched on either side of his waist. âCome on, come on, come on,â Remus panted, shivering slightly while he pushed down on the muscle of Siriusâ bare back with his strong hands.
âI missed you last week,â Sirius murmured. He licked a stripe up his neck and felt Remus writhe in pleasure.
âUh-huh.â
âFaceTime is not the same, and texting is extremely inconvenient on the bus.â
A lazy grin revealed sharp teeth. âHow much did Pots chirp you forâohâthat?â
âHe didnât see anything.â Sirius moved his free hand down to stroke Remusâ inner thigh and watched his jaw go slack. âBut Harzy is far too perceptive for his own good. Next time, wait to send nudes until I tell you Iâm alone.â
âThey werenât nudes.â
âWere you wearing clothes?â
ââŚnot many. At least I was tasteful about it. Did Harzy actually see them orââ His breath hitched when Sirius pressed beneath the head of his dick. ââor can I continue to look him in the eye?â
Sirius laughed and nuzzled into the scar on Remusâ shoulder. âI had a window seat, so youâre safe for now. He put it together pretty quick, though.â
Remus flexed his fingers and tugged on the waistband of Siriusâ boxers, sliding them as far down as he could. âOff.â
âAlright.â Sirius took his hand away and Remusâ face fell into abject sorrow. âI need both hands, mon coeur.â
âNo, you donât.â Remus ground upward and Sirius swallowed hard as more precum dampened the front of his underwear, then suppressed a shudder when cold fingers closed over his wrist and guided it between them once again. Remus licked into his mouth and pulled him down for more, trapping him with gentle touches and steely thighs. âYouâre just dripping for me, huh? Come on, baby, I asked so nicely earlier.â
Sirius could hear his heartbeat in his ears and dragged the last bits of fabric away, sighing at the skin-to-skin contact after over a week of absence. Fuck, it must have beenâŚwhat, a week and a half since they went beyond hurried blowjobs? More? He growled low in his throat and pushed one of Remusâ legs toward his chest, feeling his sharp smile.
âFinally.â
âIâm not fucking you yet.â
âIs that so?â He sounded amused by the very idea of it.
Fine, then, fuck you too. âYep. Iâm going to work you open until you beg for it and mean it this time.â
âYou wonât last that long.â
âTry me, Loops.â
Remus threw his head back and laughed. âPulling out the nicknames, huh? Alright, Cap.â
Siriusâ teasing smirk dipped on one side as he let the nickname roll over him and tingle up his spine. âSay it again.â
Golden eyes turned dark, glimmering dangerously. âWhy should I?â
âYouâre just being contrary now.â
âBaby, Iâm always contrary.â
âIâll start opening you up if you say it for me,â he wheedled.
Remus thought for a moment, narrowing his eyes, then settled into place and kissed Siriusâ forehead. âPromise, Cap?â
âPromise.â
Remus inhaled deeply in pure bliss as Siriusâ index finger pressed in to the first knuckle, prodding gently while he grabbed the lube out of the nightstand. After a moment of preparation, he pushed two slick fingers in and kept a careful eye out for his favorite expression.
There.
With a cut-off breath, Remus squeezed his eyes shut, brows pitching up as he bit down on his lip. Part of a moan slipped through and his throat seized when Sirius ran the pads of his fingers along his sweet spot; his jaw ticked at the edge and he buried the side of his face in the pillow with a soft sound.
âYou are a work of art,â Sirius said before he could stop himself.
A deep blush spread over Remusâ torso and he smiled. âYeah?â
âOui, mon coeur. I could look at you all day long and never get bored.â His back arched and Sirius had a sudden thought as he pushed his own hips into the mattress for some kind of relief. âHave I ever told you that?â
âHmm, you tell me Iâm pretty all the time.â Remus cracked an eye open. âI like it. âWork of artâ might be a bit of a stretch.â
âNo,â Sirius said. He felt a sudden tightness when he went over a certain spot and concentrated his efforts there, moving carefully and methodically while he tried to keep his wits about him. âItâs not a stretch at all. Youâre the most beautiful person Iâve ever seen, from your toes to your curls.â
The vibrant color reached Remusâ cheeks; he seemed to be struggling and happy at the same time. Outside of the bed, he wouldâve brushed off the compliments with a snarky comeback, but Siriusâ words turned him soft and sweet around his fingers. Sirius couldnât tell who was leaking more. âStop it,â he mumbled, though his hips rocked slightly.
âStop what? Telling you how wonderful you are?â Sirius pressed down a little harder and watched his shoulders shake at the heightened feeling. âI donât think I want to if it means you keep riding my fingers. This is a new development, and Iâm curious.â
âIâm sorry.â
âWhy?â
âI dunno.â Something frantic crept onto his face and Sirius pushed his boxers down, then took Remusâ wrist and pulled it down to his shaft. âThisâis this weird?â
âComplimenting you? Not at all.â Sirius muffled a moan in the hollow of Remusâ throat, feeling his grip grow smoother with each motion. âFucking hell, youâre fantastic. Just keep doing that, dâaccord?â
Remus noddedâall his muscles relaxed as Sirius let up some of the pressure on his prostate and returned to stroking his dick loosely. âDonât know why I like it. Just do. Are you adding another?â
âNo.â
A pleading whine made Sirius smirk. âWhy not?â
âBecause two fingers are plenty when youâre like this. You can handle it.â
âI still know my name.â
âThen sit and stay until I make you forget it.â
âSit and stay,â he muttered, though there was an undercurrent of fondness that Sirius didnât miss. âIâm not a dog.â
âGood boy,â Sirius said with a cheeky grin.
Remusâ eyes flashed open and his free hand gripped the sheets; with a jolt of shock, he came all over Siriusâ hand. âOh!â
Sirius froze, unsure whether to keep going or call an ambulance. âRe?â
âSay it again,â he demanded, gripping Siriusâ shoulder with a wild edge to his voice. âSay itâsay it again, please. Cap, Cap, fuck just say it again.â
âUmâŚâ Sirius shook off his surprise and gave him a light stroke. âGood boy?â
Remus rolled his hips with a low hum. â âs me?â
ââŚyes?â
âIâm sorry, itâs justââ He pressed his lips together with a noise of pleasure. âGod, itâsâSirius.â
Find the rhythm, figure it out, he told himself. âCan you go again?â
âYeah, yes, please.â
Remus was already hardening in his hand and Sirius took a few deep breaths to stop himself from coming at the sight before rolling a condom on and grabbing the lube. It wasnât difficult to get him into the right spot; all his earlier brattiness had faded under the glow of their new discovery. Remus was tight and warm when he finally pressed in, and Sirius knew neither of them would last long. âYouâre so good for me,â he said, testing the waters with the few coherent thoughts he had left. âSo good, Re.â
âOh my god,â Remus gasped.
âFuck, um, what do you want me to say?â
Remusâ legs trembled around his waist. âTell me Iâm good, andâand anything you want to say, oh my god.â
He wrapped a hand around the back of his knee. âYou look amazing like this, good boy. So pretty.â
âHoly shit,â Remus laughed in disbelief without opening his eyes. âYeah?â
âYeah. Um, fuck, Iâm gonna come.â The realization slammed into Sirius and he picked up the pace, losing himself to Remusâ breathless moans as his own noises tumbled from his lips and the edge crept ever closer.
âYes, yes,â Remus hissed, hiding his face in the junction of Siriusâ neck and shoulder, littering it with sloppy bites that wouldnât leave proper marks but still sent tingles through Siriusâ whole body.
His orgasm did not sneak up on him by any stretch of the imagination, but it still caught him by surprise and he fell apart in Remusâ arms, then jacked him with a clumsy hand as soon as the world came back into focus. âYouâre fucking perfect, mon coeur, now câmon, come for meââ
Remus stifled a shout into his skin, followed by a drawn-out whimper as he shuddered to pieces. They laid there in total silence for a full minute, save for their heavy breaths. âUm. Hmm.â Remusâ voice was wrecked.
âYou okay?â
âOh, definitely.â
Sirius hesitated. âAre youâŚgoing to let go of me?â
âNope.â
He pulled out, then rubbed his face against Remusâ sweaty hair. âAre you hiding?â
The skin plastered to his own heated up. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âYou donât have to be embarrassed. Not around me.â
With a grumbly sound, Remus peeled his hands off Siriusâ back and tucked them into his own chest; he made a face when his forearms touched the not-quite-dried come on his front, all flushed and flustered. âThat wasâŚinteresting.â
âYou seemed to like it.â
âDid it bug you?â
âNot even a little,â Sirius answered honestly, kissing the side of his mouth. âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever seen. Do you want to clean up now, or do you need a second?â
Remus bit his swollen lower lip and winced. âCan you grab a washcloth or something? I need a minute to think, but then cuddles sound really good.â
âSure thing, sweetheart.â Sirius kissed him softly and got up, dropping the condom in the trash before using the bathroom. He was halfway through dampening a washcloth in the sink when he heard a sigh of relief from the bedroom. Thereâs no way he got off again that fast. âRe? Everything alright?â
âIâm not weird!â Remus called back.
âOkay?â He wrung out the cloth and headed back in, wiping his own stomach and thighs before cleaning Remus off.
âThanks, love, thatâs really sweet.â
âNo problem. Found something interesting?â
âMhmm.â Remus passed him his phone. âApparently, Iâm not the only one.â
Sirius squinted at the screen, still a bit addled from the events of the past forty minutes. Praise kink: when someone derives pleasure from being praised by their partner(s), usually in a sexual context. âCool.â
Remus fit himself under Siriusâ arm with a slow breath. âIâm glad that didnât freak you out.â
âNothing that makes you that happy will ever freak me out,â Sirius said, pulling the covers up higher. âI like learning new things about you.â
âDitto.â A small, contented smile lit his whole face and he closed his eyes, spreading a hand over the left side of Siriusâ chest. Sirius was definitely going to be sore in the morningâsex after a long week of travel always made his hamstrings cramp upâbut he wouldnât trade it for the world.
He wrapped his arms tight around Remus and basked in his warmth. âMmm. Good boy.â
âOh, fuck you.â
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): fluff, awkward Bucky, vet appointment stuff, Alpine Request: Babes if you're lowkey taking requests can I lowkey make one? đđźđđźđĽşđ something flirty and cute and maybe a lil spicy with Bucky and vet!reader where something's going on with Alpine? Not self indulgent at all đťđ Notes: This was the first thing Iâve written in months and it felt damn good. Funny story, I actually almost went to school to be a vet tech + shadowed a vet for two weeks and got to see some wickedly cool things.
This was a bit self-indulgent on my part because I had a cat who passed away some years ago because of struvite stones and I wished he had a happier ending like Alpine so I thought why not đ¤ˇââď¸đ
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Thereâs nothing Bucky hates more than the stringent smell of industrial cleaners and clinical white walls - too many associations and shades of memory long laid to rest - except for when somethingâs going on with Alpine. The Turkish Angora was fine up until a few days ago when he started to hide away and sleep all day.
That wasnât too concerning at first...
But then came the pained little noises, the frantic running back and forth from the litter box, the excessive grooming. The pit that started forming low in his belly grew, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong, with his little buddy.Â
Bucky wasnât about to fuck around and set up an appointment with the first vet office he could find that had a same-day opening. And now heâs trying not to fall apart at the seams while he waits for the docs to do their magic and tell him what the hellâs going on with his cat and what he has to do to fix it.
The vet tech collected Alpine a bit ago and every minute stretches into years, the catâs pitiful meow echoing in his ears and those betrayed eyes burned onto the backs of his eyelids.
I know, Bub, Iâm sorry but they gotta figure out whatâs going on. Itâll be okay, theyâll take care of you.Â
His ass went numb from the plastic chair ages ago, his leg jiggling up and down at a rapid pace as he chews on his thumbnail and waits.
And waits.
And waits.
God, he knows these things take time but heâd rather be back at home, curled up on the couch with Alpine pigging out on breakfast food and watching space documentaries.Â
How much longer-
âAlright, Mr. Barnes?â
The heavy door swings open with a click, a kind, professional voice preceding a pair of sensible shoes as the vet steps into the room with a clipboard cradled against her chest. His eyes snap up, skipping over her completely to look at the tech holding his cat who looks absolutely miserable.Â
She introduces herself but heâs not paying attention. Heâs not meaning to be rude but all his focus narrows in on that white little face, the knot in his chest unfurling at the little mew.
He smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he breathes, âHey there, Little Buddy.âÂ
The vet doesnât push, in fact, she seems a little enamored with how much he melts at the sight of his pet. Her own lips quirk up into a soft smile while she stands off to the side patiently as Alpineâs set down on the metal table.
Bucky gets in a few good scritches under his chin, the beginnings of a purr just starting to vibrate his hand when the vet clears her throat delicately.Â
He clears his throat, heat burrowing into the apples of his cheeks. âShi - uh, âm sorry.â A hand scrubs over the back of his neck. âIâm just - uh - yâknow...âÂ
Her laugh trickles down his spine like warm rain, the sound effectively drawing his attention away from the cat rubbing up against his side. He gets his first look at her and oh.
A bare face and a no-nonsense hairstyle greet him, her scrubs and white coat adding to the overall doctor vibe but sheâs still breathtaking. The natural beauty in the curves of her face, the slant of her brows, the sparkle of her eyes.
He feels like he got sucker-punched in the chest, his heart giving a sudden throb that has him coughing like an idiot as he scrambles to not look like such a jackass.
âSo,â he clears his throat, scratching at the stubble along his jaw, âWhatâs - whatâs wrong with him?âÂ
Glancing down at Alpineâs chart, she hums and writes a note before glancing back up with a reassuring smile. âNothing that canât be managed with a special diet and watching his water intake.â
Itâs like the weight of the world disappears from his shoulders, his broad frame practically heaving with his sigh of relief. âOh thank fucking- ahem, âscuse me - thank god.âÂ
Her chuckle and sly smile have him blushing from the roots of his hair to the collar of his shirt, his stomach squirming in discomfort. Old habits are hard to break, especially ones his momma taught him with a box to the ear.
âYouâre allowed to swear, Mr. Barnes,â she says, reaching down to run her fingers through snow-white fur. âWeâre all adults here.âÂ
âNo, no, I know...âÂ
âHm, anyway, his blood work came back and everything looks fine which is a good thing.âÂ
And itâs back to business like that, any hint of personality hidden behind cool professionalism that Bucky thinks even Tasha would admire. Except for the playful gleam in her eyes as she sneaks peeks at him while going over everything they did and what they found.Â
âStruvite crystals are quite common in cats at low levels, especially males because their tract is longer and narrower.â She pauses, flipping to a new page. âDepending on the severity, they can clump together in the urinary tract and actually form stones. Thatâs where the true problem lies because get one large enough, and it can cause a blockage.â
Heâs listening with rapt attention, soaking in the knowledge sheâs imparting to him all the while, petting Alpine who keeps nuzzling him and making little sounds. Honestly, he could listen to her talk for hours even if he didnât understand a goddamn thing.Â
Sheâs so animated when she speaks, holds eye contact and makes sure he understands everything without making him feel like an idiot. Heâs had so many doctors who talked at him rather than with him, staring through him without seeing, more interested in the paycheck rather than their patients.
But not her, she cares.
Deeply.
He can see it all over her face and itâs utterly enchanting. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât a little enamored, charmed.
Turning the tablet towards him, she shifts closer and a waft of whatever perfume sheâs wearing tickles his nose as she explains what the x-ray of Alpineâs abdomen found.
âThese are the stones but thankfully theyâre relatively small,â she points to several hazy white ovals starkly visible on the radiograph, âWe caught them in time before they became a really big problem.âÂ
Shit, she smells so good...
 âNow, weâll send you home with a special diet and see how he does. Also, make sure to up his fluid intake as much as you can. The food can take several months to start dissolving the crystals so weâll have to do everything we can to help. Sound good?â
Bucky hasnât pulled his eyes away from her face once this entire time, and how fucking creepy is that?
Quickly looking down at Alpine, embarrassment gnawing at his belly, he nods and wishes for the first time since he cut his hair that he hadnât so heâd at least have a passing chance at hiding the blush burning its way across his face.Â
âYeah,â he says, picking up the ball of white fluff to hold against his chest, a makeshift shield. âIs there anything else I should do?âÂ
âNo.â She smiles, writing another note and tapping away at the tablet next to her. âI do want to see him again in about a month for a check-up.â
Fuck, he doesnât want to leave so soon.
The irony isnât lost on him either.
How does he make this last longer? What can he do? If Sam was here right now, heâd be kicking him in the ass and bitching at him to ask for her number already, Ice Pick.
The clack of the chart being set down rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and sounding so fucking final that he starts to panic.Â
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.Â
Sheâs already halfway to the door when she asks, âDo you have any questions?â
The word vomit spring from him, unbidden and sudden without any thought, more forward than heâs been with a woman in years.
âCan I have your number?â
As soon as the question leaves his lips, he curses, cringes and wishes he could snatch the very words from the air itself.
Great, I just hit on my vet.
No amount of backpedaling can salvage this but goddamn it if Bucky doesnât try, stuttering out some half-assed excuse about wanting it just in case he thinks of something later.
When he glances up, he wishes he hadnât. The vet tech is in near tears in the corner, biting her lips so hard he wouldnât be surprised if they started to bleed.
But itâs the absolute surprised bafflement on the woman he just inappropriately hit on that does him in, makes him about ready to burn all forms of identification and run for the hills.Â
Her brows nearly reach her hairline, her mouth slack, eyes startled. She gets ahold of herself before he does, and he barely stops himself from slapping a hand over his face.
Right when heâs thinking thereâs no way heâs going to be able to show his face in the office again, her expression softens with gentle amusement and her lips twitch.Â
Struck dumb, he can only watch as she writes something down on a slip of paper before handing it over to him. He barely believes the string of numbers and the cheeky little call me anytime :).
The wink she sends his way is there and gone, so fast he almost believes he imagined it.Â
âFor emergencies only,â she says, slyly. âOf course.â
âOf course,â he agrees, almost tripping over the cat carrier as he hurries to stuff Alpine back in. âOf course, thank you. I...appreciate it.âÂ
âAnytime, Mr. Barnes.âÂ
Bucky leaves the room in a stupor, the world sharply shifted to the left as he heads to the front desk to make the follow-up appointment, but not before hearing the whispered, âGirl, youâre lucky. Heâs fine!â and the âHe is, isnât he?â.Â
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) Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? - Sen is a major giftgiver. So, expect him to really paint his love for you with lavish spending. Also, along with that, he's a hopeless romantic. So be sure to expect love letters and love notes to be littered around your apartment (whether or not he had permission to be where he placed them...that's up for debate). You met Senpai when you stumbled across his game, and were there to play it before you discovered a way to get him out. So, he was just as affectionate as your average visual novel character. Meaning, he's basically infinitely affectionate. He's very gentlemenly as well: kissing the top of your hand and brushing his lips against the tips of your fingers, helping you get ready each morning (he has to, considering you're literally restrained and rendered unable to do so), and other things. Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? - I always imagined Sen to be more of a yandere "stereotype" considering his source (a cheesy Japanese romance game with pretty pastel colors and overly sweet and cheesy dialogue). So, Senpai would in that case be willing to make his murders messy. Their lives don't matter to Senpai, and he'll gladly paint a pretty picture of romance with their blood. He'd do anything to emphasize the fact that you belong to him and him alone. Not to those filthy, impure worms. Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they're abducted? Would they mock them? - Senpai has a bit of an ego problem. So, if he feels it necessary, he'll gladly make you feel inferior to him. "Out of the hundreds of people in the school, you're the one that I long for so strongly. Shouldn't you be greatful for that? I'm sure there's people willing to eat themselves alive just to be in your place." Among other similar statements. Senpai isn't physically cruel unless giving out punishments for "bad behavior", so that's something to be greatful about I suppose. Even with the taunts and reprimands he speaks to you, he doesn't really mean them. Especially the ones about you being inferior in any regard. You're the definition of perfection in his eyes, to the extent he doesn't even really see himself being worthy of your love. But, nobody else is either. While he's not 100% worthy of an angel like you being by his side, he's more worthy than the people that surround the two of you. Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darlingâs will? - Just like Spirit, the only other things he'd do against your will is take away your rights to freedom, family, friends, along with some other similar things. He doesn't want to traumatize you, and as much as his actions contradict the idea that he's far from a monster, he's truly not. He just wants what's best for your love. Is that really something that's worthy of him being called a monster? Senpai doesn't think so, not one bit. Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? - All of it. His heart is an open book. Senpai wants to woo you, he wants you to know how adored you truly are. He wants you to know how much space you take up in his heart, and he'll do anything to show that to you. Whether it be by taking you out to a nice dinner after you've been on your best behavior for a while, or by murdering past enemies or foes, Sen will do virtually anything Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? - Completely and utterly heartbroken. How could you, (Y/N)? Here he is, your precious and beloved Senpai, just wanting to take care of you, and this is the thanks he get's? Senpai's little heart will be absolutely crushed, and he'll be sure
to let you know that, even while he's angerly punishing you. Being the main love interest is literally in his code, basically the A.I. equivalent to DNA. He's not used to not winning a person's heart the minute he expresses interest, especially the heart of someone he's putting all his effort into romantically seducing. Senpai will go ballistic after such a rejection, throwing the closest thing to a toddler's temper tantrum that you'll be able to see in an almost full grown adult. Screaming, stomping, crying tears of pure rage, Senpai will display all of it right for you to witness in absolute fear and horror. Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? - Is this a game to Senpai? Well, yeah. But only considering he's literally a game character himself. He still sees this as the silly dating mechanics from his own game. Even if this is real life, and even if this is completely against your will. He's not used to anything else, so he'll continue living his life and gaining your love the way he's been built to. Hell: What would be their darlingâs worst experience with them? - You're not really in the position to cheat on him considering he's holding you in complete isolation, but if you were to cheat on him? Whoo boy. Sen would react in a similar way to Spirit would, only 100x worse. The psychotic laugh yanderes are so infamous for, the brutality, the murder, and then the confrontation of you. A cheater, a liar, a betrayer. You'll pay for what you've done to Senpai, you won't get away with thinking you could pull him around like a toy. He loves you, but now he sees no other option, you must die for what you've done to him. It won't be quick either. No, you're going to feel exactly what you made him feel the moment he found you cheating on him. It's only fair, after all. An eye for an eye. But don't worry, your body will be in good hands! Senpai will still take care of you, and he forgives you for what you've done! Now the two of you can be happy together once again! No more distractions this time! Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? - The usual...marriage, honeymoon, perhaps some kids or pets (but only if you want them, of course!). Senpai is really up to any kind of future, as long as it's with you, his beloved Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? - Senpai is EXTREMELY jealous. He's suspicious of basically everyone you come into contact with, and you're always having to deal with him wrapping his arms around you from behind and gently laying down some boundaries for whoever you're just trying to talk to. Expect a few statements like/similar to, "Hey, worm! They're mine!", considering Sen is always trying to show people just how much you belong to him Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? - Like some kind of flawless prince, but you know damn well that it's just a facade. He tries very hard to keep his yan tendencies hidden from you, but his emotional instability makes him fail miserably at that. But, that doesn't take away from the fact that he's *usually* acting very cool and charismatic Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? - The usual things you'd see from a hopeless romantic...love letters, cards, poems, hand kisses, dinner dates, and everything else lovey dovey that people do to show a certain person how much they love them. Being a dating game character, Senpai is VERY good at courting anyone he seems romantically compatible Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? - His true colors are different from the way he tries to appear, but they come out so much that the people closest to him (specifically meaning you, and only you, as all of his other friends are just a.i. in the game that he once took residence in)) consider it apart of his actual personality Naughty: How would they punish their darling? - Probably just by breaking things around the two of them as he screams at them
for whatever they did to anger him. Senpai is very childish, especially when he's rejected, but he's still able to be calmed. You just need to know exactly what to say and when to say it. Which...is shockingly hard, considering how unpredictable Senpai can be Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? - Just like Spirit, he won't really take away any. But, he'll take away all of it if he feels as if he has to Patience: How patient are they with their darling? - Senpai's patience is quite literally in the lowest of negative numbers, so tread lightly, (Y/N). The slightest and smallest things can set Senpai into hour long rages Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? - No. Not at all. Senpai would be absolutely devastated. He wouldn't be able to move on, you were his absolute everything. He can't imagine living a life without you, and he won't. Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? - Regret? No! Absolutely not! Why should Senpai feel any regret? For loving his darling angel? No. That's nothing but foolish. There is no room for regret or shame in Senpai's heart, only love for you Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? - Rejection is against Senpai's code. You weren't supposed to not want him romantically. Because of this, Senpai quite literally doesn't know how to react. So, he acts...insane? Obsessed? Call it what you want, but make sure its definition doesn't neglect his love for you. Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? - Senpai would probably just get angrier. Why are you so upset?! Just love him, for fucks sake!! He just wants to take care of you, why won't you just let him? Stop being so difficult, let him take over, and things will be so much better for you! Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? - Not really. Senpai is pretty much a walking stereotype, with a few small changes here and there. Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? - His lovesickness, probably. Escaping Senpai would be hard to say the least, but not impossible. Just do the usual, try and act like a sufferer of Stockholm Syndrome and maybe you'll have a good chance at getting away from him Witâs end: Would they ever hurt their darling? - Without hesitation. If he needs to do it to get his point across, Sen would do it without hesitation. It's all for you, that fact alone removes any chance of hesitation or remorse Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? - Senpai practically treats you like some overglorified love deity, the definition of a perfect partner. Perfect for him, at least. His entire heart is like an open book, but one that only you can read clearly. It's all for you, after all. Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? - He's good up until he witnesses even the slightest sign of distance or rejection, then he snaps Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? - Like hurting you, he'd do it without any hesitation. It means nothing to him, unlike you. You mean everything, and he'd do everything and anything for you. This is basically nothing to him. He loves you, after all! More than anything else in his world.
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synopsis: soulmate au in which every mark that appears on your body also appears on your soulmateâs body including, as you discover one day, drawings. Needless to say youâre determined to make your soulmate smile, even if you havenât found them yet.
pairing: George Weasley x ravenclaw!reader
warnings: none
a/n: Hi Iâm late to the party but @thoseofgreatambition is doing a soulmate theme night and Iâm a ho for soumate auâs so hopefully mine is decent enough lol also I may or may not be writing one for fred too but itâs taking me ages soÂ
tagging: @the-hufflepuff-of-221b
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When you were six years old you woke up one morning to dark stains splattered all over your face and arms. You were confused and quickly grew panicked, absolutely positive that you had contracted Dragon Pox overnight. It had taken an hour for your dad to calm you down enough so he could explain with a small grin that your soulmate mustâve spilled an inkwell on themselves.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You had asked with wide, curious eyes.
âWell,â Your dad had reached for the bedside table and picked up a quil. âEverybody has a soulmate, Y/N. One day you start being able to see the marks that appear on your soulmate's body, permanent or temporary. For you, that day happens to be today.â He dipped the quil in a well filled with bright blue ink and handed it to you. âWhy donât you give it a try? Write your soulmate a message.â
âWhat if they donât write back?â You had frowned then, suddenly worrying that maybe this mystery person on the other end would want nothing to do with you.Â
âWell thatâs okay,â Your dad had been quick to reassure you. âThey might not be able to see the marks yet. But one day they will and I just know theyâll be ecstatic to know youâre here.â
After that day there was a constant stream of doodles all over you. Vines snaking up your ankle. Twisting patterns winding around your fingers. Planets and stars littering your collarbone area. Stripes of random colors all over your palms as you mixed new colors. The most detailed pictures were always on your left arm though, that was where you practiced new drawings.Â
Occasionally you wrote a message but mostly you drew. Then one day you bought a book about charms to cast on drawings in Flourish and Blotts and you begged your dad every chance you got to cast them for you. After that at least a few pictures were always moving up and down your body.
When you got your very own wand at the age of eleven they were the first spells you practiced. By the end of your first year at Hogwarts you had mastered the whole book. Since then there was always a constant supply of different colored inks in your bag and pockets. The array of multicolored moving pictures that changed every day was your one connection to your soulmate.Â
They had yet to write back.Â
It had been ages since you first found your connection to your soulmate. Youâd dealt with scars and bruises and occasional scribbled reminders but never once had you ever received even an acknowledgment of anybody seeing your drawings.Â
You tried not to let it bother you, you really did. But it seemed like every single person around you had known their soulmate for years, in one way or another. Some days the smile you wore wasnât quite genuine, the longing you felt growing a little deeper at times, but never once did you fail to decorate your limbs with gentle reminders that you were there for your soulmate to find on themselves.Â
Not until that day. You were set to leave for school the next morning and your father had taken the week off of work to see you off. The two of you, your older brother, and your younger sister were probably too focused on the quidditch match you had going against each other in the backyard of your house. So much so that the bludger hit your way completely blindsided you.Â
The match ended with panicked shouts, a trip to St. Mungos, and your left arm wrapped tightly in cloth bandages as it rested in a sling while your bones healed.Â
It was only when you were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express that the strangest thing happened. Words scrawled in letters that werenât your own had appeared on your right arm.Â
Nothing new today?Â
As you stared at the writing with wide eyes, more words appeared underneath those.Â
Iâm sure this is bending the rules but I had to know. Somethingâs wrong isnât it?
Frantically you dumped out the contents of your bag, scattering them all over the floor of the compartment. You dug around the mess you had made until you found a self-inking quil. Just as you were about to write your response you caught sight of the bandages on your arm and gave a defeated sigh.Â
âWould you like some help?âÂ
You looked up and saw Luna, a friend of yours a couple years below you, watching you with an amused smile. The two of you would always sit up late in the common room together, swapping theories and stories about anything and everything.Â
âIf you donât mind,â You gave her a sheepish look and she only smiled before moving to sit next to you.Â
âWhat would you like me to write?â Luna asked as she took the quil out of your hand. You smiled and told her, watching as she took your arm and wrote out your words for you.Â
What makes you think something is wrong?
It was seconds later when you received your response.Â
Not once in the six years since Iâve been able to see your drawings have you let a day pass where you donât add new ones. Whatâs wrong?Â
A smile graced your face and Luna was kind enough to help you continue the conversation happening on your arm.Â
Iâm fine. Just a Quidditch injury. Iâll have the bandages removed by tonight, donât worry.Â
Take your time. I donât want you to hurt longer than you have to, love.
You were sure it was cheating, talking to your soulmate by writing messages on your arm. But if whatever soulmate forces were out there didnât want you to talk to them then there shouldnât have been such a simple loophole.Â
Thatâs what comforted you late that night, now gently scrawling messy words quickly on your arm that had been broken only the day before. Never before had you been more thankful for Skele-Gro.Â
Can I ask you something?
The print you wrote with was small on purpose, trying to keep as much room available as possible. It didnât stop you, however, from doodling new little pictures on the back of your hand.Â
Go for it.
Why havenât you ever said anything before? Why now?
You stared at the words you had written for a few moments before sighing and heading to the bathroom that was connected to your room. Only after staring at the words covering both arms now for a minute or two did you start washing away the ink you had put there.Â
For a minute you thought that you shouldnât have asked. You stood in silence, watching as the remainder of the ink, the part written in your soulmates handwriting, was slowly washed away leaving only faint ink stains. Then to your relief a response came after it was all gone.Â
I was worried. And letâs just say Iâm not as artistic as you are, my talents lie in other places.Â
For a second the writing stopped but then more words appeared, quicker than they had before.Â
Also I may have missed seeing you draw new pictures for me a little too much.
You beamed at the words and walked back to your bed. After the curtains were pulled around it you lit the end of your wand and picked up your quil again.Â
Do you like them? The pictures.Â
The response was almost immediate.Â
I love them.
***
âMiss Y/L/N.âÂ
You jumped in your seat at the sound of a voice calling your name. Slowly you looked up from where you were taking notes on nonverbal spells. Professor Flitwick stood only a few feet away with an exasperated look on his face. Meanwhile both of the Weasley twins sat at their desk looking quite satisfied with whatever they had just done.Â
Youâd been correct to assume they were behind whatever loud noise had been going on only minutes before. The desk the twins were sitting at was now charred and the other Gryffindors surrounding them were chatting excitedly about whatever it was you missed while your nose was buried in your charms book.Â
Neither Fred or George Weasley missed the fact that you were trying and failing to keep back an amused smile. Â
âYouâll be getting a new partner to do your project with,â Professor Flitwick lifted his wand and with a single flick a bag and a pile of unused textbooks was flying across the room and into the empty space next to you. âMr. Weasley.âÂ
Both boys stood at the same time wearing matching smirks and chorused, âYes, Professor?âÂ
You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your laugh when Professor Flitwick sighed and shook his head upon realizing that he really should have seen that coming. âMr. George Weasley. Come meet your new partner.âÂ
Oddly enough said person didnât look disappointed by the new assignment at all. Instead he grinned as he approached you, sliding into the chair beside you easily.Â
You could count the number of times you had spoken to George Weasley on one hand. The first time had been during potions when heâd asked to borrow some foxglove for a pompion potion. It wasnât the potion youâd been assigned to brew but you hadnât questioned it. The second time heâd walked up to you and your friends after a quidditch match to congratulate Ravenclaw on their victory against Slytherin despite the fact that none of you were on the team. And the third time was only a few weeks before when he asked to borrow a spare quil in transfiguration.Â
You doubted he remembered any of that though.Â
âSo partner,â George leaned on the desk, head resting on one of his hands as he looked at you. âWhat do you know about,â He reached over to look at the piece of parchment youâd been taking your notes on. âNonverbal spells? Thatâs our topic?âÂ
âIt is,â You nodded and reached for your notes, hoping he wouldnât flip over the parchment to see the drawings youâd absentmindedly doodled during the lecture. âIs that a problem?âÂ
âNot at all,â Georgeâs smile turned softer then as he stared at you, a fact which you noticed. You turned away quickly as you felt your face burn, hoping silently that it wasnât too noticeable. âOn the contrary. From what I hear youâve already mastered a few nonverbal spells yourself Y/N, dearest.â
You froze then, not sure which revelation surprised you more. The fact that apparently you had developed a reputation without you knowing or the fact that George Weasley of all people knew your name.Â
You tried your hardest to fight the temptation to ask how he knew you and why.Â
âClass is almost over,â Your words came out rushed and a little too loud to sound natural. It wasnât a complete lie. In just ten minutes youâd all be dismissed and that was hardly enough time to make even a small dent into your project. âWe should meet sometime before our next class to get started if we want to have it done by the due date.â
âYouâre so...ravenclaw,â George spoke after a few moments. When you looked at him again he was still giving you that same soft smile, a different sort of glint in his eyes than the one you were used to seeing every now and then.
For a second your thoughts drifted to the words scrawled on your right arm and the pictures on your left. They were covered up by the sleeves of your sweater as they usually were but you could picture the words you and your soulmate had written to each other earlier that day clearly.Â
âIs that a bad thing?â You found yourself asking, for some strange reason not being able to bring yourself to pull away from Georgeâs gaze.Â
âNo,â He shook his head gently almost immediately. âItâs perfect.â
***
You had to give credit where credit was due. When it came down to it, George Weasley could in fact step up to the plate.Â
Even now, an early Sunday morning the day after a trip to Hogsmeade, he sat right in front of you.Â
You knew for a fact he had been up late the previous night causing his usual mischief alongside his brother. One of the Ravenclaw prefects had been patrolling the halls and you overheard him complaining about having to send the twins back to their dorm for the fourth day in a row when he entered the common room.
It had made you smile.Â
Youâd spent at least a couple hours each day alongside George for the past two and a half weeks. Some of that time had indeed been spent on your project but you found it easier to talk to him than you thought it would be. You couldnât even begin to count the variety of tales he told you just to hear you laugh.
That, however, meant that the two of you had developed a tendency to avoid your work resulting in you being behind. The next day the two of you would have to present in front of the class. You had already gotten away with postponing the presentation twice.Â
The first time you had told Professor Flitwick that you needed more time to gather as much information as the topic deserved. The second time George had eaten one of the products he had told you he was working on, one he called a nosebleed nougat. It had worked like a charm and the moment you left the classroom with him he ate another candy and it stopped.
It was the only reason the two of you had woken up at that godforsaken hour of the morning on a Sunday. There was simply no other option now.
âI think all of our research is done and I can write up some notes for us to remember during the presentation,â You reached for another roll of parchment from your bag to do just that before dipping your quil in an inkwell filled with bright blue ink. âBut we still need to practice some nonverbal spells for the practical demonstration. What do you think we should -â
It wasnât until you looked away from the pile of books in front of you and at George that you realized he had dozed off. His head was resting on his arms which were crossed on the desk in front of him and he looked almost peaceful for once.Â
The corner of a piece of parchment was sticking out from under one of his arms and suddenly you couldnât help yourself. Slowly you leaned forward until you could reach the parchment and you began to sketch a field of flowers on the paper in various ink colors.Â
You didnât notice your own smile as you did so.Â
Then the end of your quil brushed across Georgeâs face and he almost immediately bolted up in his seat. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes once more he looked over only to find you biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing.Â
âYou look suspicious,â George narrowed his eyes at you playfully when he saw the look on your face, still not noticing the addition to his parchment.Â
âDo I?â You smiled then as you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms in front of you.Â
âYou do,â He leaned forward on the desk again and the grin youâd come to see on a regular basis returned. âMay I ask why?âÂ
âNo reason at all. Iâm just excited to learn some nonverbal spells is all,â You laughed as you stood from your seat, squinting a little at the late morning sun shining through the windows. âSpeaking of, Iâm gonna go search for some books a friend of mine recommended with some spells we could use.âÂ
âDo we not have enough of those here?â George said as he glanced at the pile of no less than seven books, none of which he could remember anything about.Â
âThose are all on history and theory. We need something on practical application.âÂ
âRight,â George let out a sigh as he reached for one of the unopened books. âYouâre lucky I like you. I canât remember the last time I did this much reading for a project.âÂ
You hummed and then shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. âDonât I feel honored.âÂ
âJust get on with it,â George glanced up from the pages of the book heâd been flipping through and at you again, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âFaster we finish with this, the sooner we can sneak into the kitchens for a late breakfast.âÂ
You were quick to agree. George watched as you disappeared behind one of the bookshelves. It was only when he was sure you were gone that he rolled up the sleeve of his sweater and reached for a quil, quickly scribbling a message to his soulmate on his right arm.Â
When he was done writing the message he caught sight of the flowers that you had drawn on the corner of his parchment and he grinned. Almost absentmindedly he started drawing flowers around your own, albeit a little simpler than the designs you had made. It took a minute for his eyes to widen, quil falling out of his hand, realizing that the flowers you had drawn on the paper he had already seen dozens of times before. In fact, a variation of them sat on his left arm now.
***
Finally four hours later you and George sat in the kitchens which youâd found surprisingly empty. Breakfast and lunch had come and gone and the two of you had gladly accepted a variety of foods from a couple of the house elves.Â
You were completely oblivious to the way George was studying you closely, trying as hard as he could to see if he was right.Â
âPuddlemere United,â He said when he caught sight of the patch sewn onto the jacket you were wearing. âI take it youâre a fan?âÂ
âI sort of have to be,â You laughed a little when you saw the confused look flash on Georgeâs face. âMy dad is Puddlemereâs captain.â
âYouâre joking.â
âIâm not, promise,â You smiled as you shook your head. Without hesitation you pulled off your jacket, flipping it around so the back was visible, and pointed to a navy blue crest with the Puddlemere United logo and the word âcaptainâ across it in bold, golden letters. âHas been for a few years now and hereâs your proof.âÂ
But when you looked at George he wasnât looking at the jacket at all. Instead he was staring at the variety of words and pictures covering your arms. You could see his eyes darting back and forth and quickly pulled your arm away and under the table.Â
âWait,â He reached across the table and took your hand in his, slowly turning your arm around so he could see all every single stroke of ink. You could only watch as he gently traced the designs with his free hand.Â
The moment was soft, intimate in the purest way. You swore you could hear your own heart thumping louder each second that passed. It reached its peak when George placed your arm on the table in front of the two of you only to pull off the sweater heâd been wearing. It was then that the breath you were holding in left you.Â
Every single ink stain on your arms was perfectly reflected on his. Now that you looked closer you wondered how you hadnât recognized his handwriting right away, youâd spent the last few months writing back and forth after all. Youâd been so focused on the drawings and the writing that you hadnât noticed what, or rather who was right in front of you.Â
âI knew it was you, you know.âÂ
Your laugh was light when you finally dared to look at George once more. He was looking at you with pure and utter adoration and you were positive you wore the same expression. âDid you now?âÂ
âI did,â George grinned as he took your hand again, more confident than he had previously been. âRemember our first year when I asked you for that foxglove? I was supposed to nick it from one of the shelves but you had your sleeves rolled up and I swore I saw the edge of the stars you had drawn earlier that day. I went to get a closer look but they were covered again.âÂ
âAnd I suppose it was the same thing in transfiguration a month ago?â You shook your head with an amused smile as you thought back to the encounter. It all seemed so obvious now.
âIt was. Same thing with the quidditch match a few years ago too,â He leaned forward as if what he were about to tell you were a secret. Suddenly it was like he couldnât let you go, not that heâd ever want to now that heâd finally found you. âWhat made me almost certain though was the little drawing you left on my parchment earlier. I knew Iâd seen those before.âÂ
âWell I suppose itâs a good thing youâve kept your eyes open unlike me apparently,â You were beaming as you glanced down at the matching pictures present on both of you. âWhat do we do now?âÂ
âIâm glad you asked,â George immediately stood, pulling you up with him. He grabbed hold of your jacket still sitting on the table and started pulling you out of the kitchens. âNow that weâve found each other weâre going to make up for lost time.âÂ
âBy doing what exactly?â You asked, eyebrows raised questioningly and a slight smirk on your face.Â
âHead out of the gutter, love,â George laughed as the two of you walked back up the stairs still hand in hand. He looked down at you with a wild grin on his face. âWeâre going on our first date if youâre up for it.âÂ
You agreed instantly and happily followed to wherever it was George would take you, just as you knew you always would from that moment on.
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