#not because you hate my pathetic little man no but because it tells me you do not get the two sides of a problem
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a/n: an intermission for the other thing im working on (my first request giggles) because it'll take a while with how hectic my life is rn <\3 // just trying to get my head back in the writing game so this isn't too stimulating (â ・â â˘Ěâ ︿â â˘Ěâ ・â )
cw: gn!reader x choso, angst i think, mildly suggestive (mentions of sex), reader cheats on husband with choso, choso doesn't care, choso really loves reader, reader doesn't love him like that, choso is pathetic and a little sad, choso pov.
wc: somewhere around and a little over 1k i think?
âHold me, console me, and then I'll leave without a trace.â âââ THE MARĂAS, 'NO ONE NOTICED'.
Winter, the coldest season all year round. A season where snow falls, children get giddy about the fact that Santa will break into their house and gift them their dream presents for being a 'good kid' this year, people get ready for the epilogue of yet another year. Basically, it's a season that's celebrating the end of the year, and the start of a new one.
But Choso finds that he feels rather empty, despite all the activities he's doing with his brothers.
He doesn't wanna blame you, but... He's acutely aware the reason why he's feeling so down is because of you.
After Yuki told Choso to go live as a human, you were the first human connection he made. He went to a bar to try out alcohol, and then you slid into the seat next to his, introducing yourself. Conversation with you flew smoothly like silk, and even with his lack of understanding of everything in general, you were so patient with him. You didn't ridicule him, you didn't mock him, you taught him. What Choso didn't know, you explained. He liked that you treated him as an equal that just has a lot of questions, and you didn't look at him weirdly nor belittle him like some other people he's interacted with prior.
That's also one of the reasons why he followed you home, so enamored with you he hardly notices the framed pictures of you and a man together hanging in the corridors of your home, or the shiny ring on your finger even as you used that same hand to undress him. All he can focus on is your gentle voice telling him what to do, and your soothing touches that gives him the most pleasure he has ever felt. He let you take his first, let you see him so vulnerably in all his naked glory because he thinks he might be in love. It's foolish, he knows; he doesn't even understand what love is, but with his understanding of it, he knows he feels something for you. Choso doesn't care about the fact you guys just met, he cared about the pleasant scorching sensation you make him feel.
He kept in contact with you, never got mad even when you ghosted him occasionally, although it does make him feel vaguely sick, he doesn't mind. Because it's you. And he gets to share a bed with you when you reply to him sometimes; be it for sex, an ear to listen to or just some company, he'd be there. Anything for you.
And it stays that way even when he finds out that you have a husband. It should make him back off, really, but the thought that even when you're bound to another, you still wanted him made him feel so special. After knowing, he listens to you ranting to him about how your husband goes away for long periods of time and hardly ever pays you the attention you need, and from what you've told him some other times, he doesn't think your husband deserves you. If anything, he thinks he can find a better ring for you, replace the one currently locked around your ring finger like a leech.
But you always avoided any topic involving taking your relationship any further.
Choso tried to take you on a date, of course. Multiple times, actually. His pleas for you to accept always goes on deaf ears, or you just shut it down with a detached "I'll have to take a rain check". He hates it. He wants to go out with you, hold hands with you and do all the things he sees couples do. But you refused to leave your husband, and you don't want to be caught cheating which is terribly ironic because you shamelessly invite him over almost three times each week. It's okay though, he'll listen to you if it means he can stay. Even if it hurts him inside.
It's been approximately four months since he first met you and began this repeated song and dance, and right now he's back in your bed all over again. Both of you lie there underneath the covers on your marital bed, basking in the post coital bliss he's been addicted to ever since the start. The hum of the heater inside your room being the only noise filling the silence that has fallen between you two.
Choso has his head on your chest, his ears pressed against your warm, sticky skin as he listens to the thud of your calming heartbeat. It's music to his ears, one he can listen to for eternity if you'd allow him to.
And as always, he's the one breaking the silence. Because you wouldn't.
"[Name]?" He asks quietly, wide eyes looking up to your face he finds himself loving.
You hum in acknowledgment, fingers meandering through his hair.
"Can we attend the Christmas festival together?" Choso asks you on a date. Again. Despite knowing the answerâ
"No, I'm sorry. You know I can't."
âhe'd still ask. He still holds onto that sliver of hope, that one in a million chance where you'd say yes to him.
He deflates at the response he had expected, his face slowly turning down to hide into your chest again. And again, it's fine. He doesn't mind.
"I love you." He whispers those three words for the first time ever. He wasn't sure if it'd make you mad or... Or happy. He wishes it would make you happy. Because he knows if you said that to him, he'd be very happy.
Choso feels you tense the moment he utters those words, and as he waits with bated breath for you to reciprocate his wordsânothing.
It's okay. As long as you continue to keep him around, he'll be content with you turning him down every time he tries to show you how in love he is with you.
Because you make him feel human.
#đŤăâ ďźâ ăâ âĄâ °â ďźâ ă !!#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen x you#choso x reader#choso kamo x reader#kamo choso x reader#choso kamo x you#jjk drabbles#jjk angst#jujutsu kaisen angst
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___ is really just proudly admitting to sexually harassing intersex people now. (None of the people she harassed are "AFAB trans women" anyway, that's just what she assumes any intersex person is if they won't tell her what's in their pants)
I promise you that if I talk about her she's just going to jerk off about it, she has no audience relative to major TRFs like apricot-aligator, the best thing to do is block and try to forget her.
TRFs really do an AMAZING job of proving that radfem bullshit and manosphere bullshit are basically exactly the same worldview taken to SLIGHTLY different conclusions Like it's always been like that but when you get people unironically saying shit like "women are allowed to wear pants now so TEE EMM EEs aren't oppressed at all anymore but maybe they should be because of all the power that being able to give birth inherently gives them, cisfeminism has gone too far smh, femoids AFABs don't deserve rights actually" and "oh so you're saying I can just exist without either hurting women or becoming their loyal knight? That women can speak for themselves without me!? That I could even be HURT by a pathetic, weak, delicate little WOMAN!? You're saying I'm not a real man!? How DARE!! Get behind me, milady, I'll protect you from this foul ruffian who would speak such cruel blasphemy!" and calling these super progressive intersectional transfeminist things to say it really does make it all that much more obvious
it's really funny they have a new hobby calling transandrophobia Nazism "reactionary" ain't it
TRF transmascs after headcanoning the flavour of the month as transfem and putting TME in their bios: Alright thatâs enough activism for now đ
I owe them so much.
>see someone post a funny joke including trans men >check the comments >people somehow instantly joking about how transandophobia isnât real and is made up by delusional women Why. It literally wasnât even related Iâm gonna scream
I'm sorry anon. <3
I'm so incredibly frustrated about the whole "transandrophobia isn't real" stuff because I can literally be like "A lot of trans and queer spaces, especially with younger people, see masculinity as inherently bad an actively discourage it and that's bad for trans men since masculinity is what most are transitioning towards" and get the answer of "so you hate trans women" if I use the words transandrophobia or anti-transmasculinity
So you hate trans women?
âNo one is immune to being reactionary or insecure. If you have a reactionary gut response to what is to you a new form of progressive politics, thatâs something to meditate on and unpack on your own terms.â Sometimes people disagree after thinking about it. This is not a difficult concept to understand.
No, it's transmisogynistic to breathe without a trans woman's permission, actually.
wild how a lot of the "trans-androphibia isnt real" boils down to "in My experience You haven't had this happen to you
lmao fr
I think itâs so funny when TRF people think being socialized into a gender is passively just looking at one of your parents and how they do the gender and if you happen to be looking at the parent whoâs the opposite gender, youâre gonna be picking up that gender and be forever trans. When in actuality, both parents are going to be socializing you by showing how both genders act and literally TELLING you how both genders act. My mother told me men donât cry, my father told me girls are more smarter. My mother told me girls are more sensitive, my father told me men must never show weakness. Socialization can be passive but unless your parents were neglecting you, itâs not ONLY passive and itâs never ONLY one gender. And sometimes, the socialization doesnât even work.
Yeah TRFs are very confused by the concept of socialization because they heard how TERFs use it and just fully noped out of the entire concept because they're not clever enough to understand that TERFs wildly distort things to be worse than they are. It's amazing TERFs haven't convinced them to detransition because they seem to believe nearly everything they say.
The person who initially did the bomb threat against transmascs being a tankie is hilarious. Somehow idolizing powerful cis men who caused millions of deaths are a-okay but trans men? Yeah, die.
they just don't like trans men and kulaks ig
you're marked red on shinigami-eyes this extension really fell off the more people started using it fbjhgffd
moderation is also actively shit lol
âit is bad to hate someone for an aspect of their identity they cannot controlâ does not stop being true when the person is a cis man. what in the fucking world is happening. systemic oppression aside it is still fucking mean to hate someone for something they cannot control
eyyyup
saw a post about how hating trans men makes you transphobic and immediately saw someone in the notes saying its not transphobic when *i* do it because i have a fear of men and that includes trans men. hello?
(post about hating trans men being transphobic pt2) the direct quote from it is actually worse holy shit "the only reason im not considered transphobic is because i actually have a minor fear of men and that includes trans men. any other reason for hating trans men that isnt trauma or phobias is transphobia!!" this makes me feel really good about being a trans man and i feel very validated because people being afraid of me means im a real boy /sar
they should go hide in a hole somewhere while the rest of us get this activism thing done
in what capacity did jkr turn to terfism about trans men first? what do you mean by that?
the first thing that ever triggered her was trans men getting SRS, hating trans women came after
LBR the "only trans women get predatorjacketed and have spurious harassment campaigns against them" crowd has only ever been fucking disingenious b/c when predatorjacketing and harassment was happening primarily towards (mostly neurodivergent) cis women and transmascs online, they all said we were "too online" and "cared too much about fandom drama". I haven't trusted a single one of these motherfuckers since 2018 when they aggressively whitewashed the harassment me and my friends got from anti-shippers because "why are you arguing about cartoons with children online". And they do it to this day! Literally any time anyone goes "we tried telling you when antis were using all these strategies against us" they go "how dare you compare MY LIVED EXPERIENCE to FANDOM INFIGHTING" like people weren't getting spammed with accusations of being child molesters for years.
Yeah, all of that sucks too, and I'm so sorry.
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never got so attached to a pathetic little real man like i did with Myeongkyun
#like i've been blocking left and right you get me#not because you hate my pathetic little man no but because it tells me you do not get the two sides of a problem#'i hate him he's the problem' maybe wait? maybe see the whole story? maybe don't assume all people SHOULD be in a way#like yeah he's such a bad communicator but if you DO look at the whole picture everything makes sense and ultimately#both him and youngjoon are just two very incompatible flawed people#and it's so easy to stick to the one you can relate to but i frankly do not want to see those opinions#anyWAY the moment he get's to finally sort through his feeling will be amazing#because i think he genuinely needs someone he can take example after at being themselves because at first he was all trying to be cold and#appear as a fuckboy idk but he is genuinely a huge puppy he is just a silly guy and i think having people around him that are like that and#show him understanding and PATIENCE and kindness is pushing him to realize he is like that and he can be like that and it is okay to#anyWAY#i really hope he and minseon work out they are the CUTEST#his man 3
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The Heir - G.S.
Synopsis. No, your clan leader husband wonât stop until he gives you an heir. No, you donât think youâll make it out alive.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Gojo, established relationship, heâs cray-cray (for you), brĂŠeding - like a LOT, oral (fem receiving), unprotected, creampĂe, marathon, sĂŠx, running from it, use of âmy wifeâ, overstim, FĂRAL Satoru, absolutely heinous, mentions of knĂves and bIood, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.3k
A/N. Guess what ya girlie is back with clan leader Gojo hehe.
An heir to the Gojo clan - no matter how small, how weak - could eradicate all three of the big clans before even being born. Much like their father.Â
You knew that. Satoru knew that. And, unfortunately for him, so did the stuck-up old toad currently sputtering across from him.Â
âI am not asking for permission.â Satoru smiles, deathly calm. âSimply that everyone vacates the Estate. After all, what the madam wants, the madam shall get.â
âBut- but young master! Itâs madness- An heir can tip the scales of power like never before!â The elder lunges frantically over the meeting room table. âI cannot allow- a-and considering the madamâs lowly lineage-â
Schwing!
They say that the infamous young head of the Gojo clan has a katana as hauntingly beautiful as he is - a blade of pure white, with a sapphire hilt. Though, there wasnât anyone left to tell the tale - and Satoru wasnât about to let that change anytime soon.Â
The long, deceptively delicate sword glints sharply against Satoruâs humorless grin, and those cold, cold eyes. Unblinking - crazed, as he hums, âWhat did you say about my wife?â
The man in front of him can do nothing but yelp in fear, âI- it could- the scale of ah-â
âNo.â The freezing cold blade presses deeper against skin. And Satoruâs tutting, âTry again.â
âTh-the madam!â Pathetic tears stain those expensive tatami mats below, every shred of previous ego wiped away as the elderâs forced to echo his words. âIt is no lie that her b-background isâŚunsuitable-â
Oh this was why Satoru hated these meetings - and for once in his life heâd been the one to summon it instead of being forced to attend. What a joke. If only this elder had agreed to vacate everyone in the Estate like heâd wanted, then none of this wouldâve happened. Seriously, how hard was it to get some alone time with you?Â
Satoru sighs, blue yukata rustling as he grips the hilt tighter. âDo you know why youâre here, advisor? Why any of you little council of elders are still here?â And he doesnât wait for an answer - couldnât care less about it anyway. Plowing on in that same sweet, dangerous tone - as if scolding a stubborn child, âMy lovely wife is kind, you see. Too kind. Doesnât like for me to get my hands dirty.â
He lets his arm retract slightly, as if giving up on the conversation topic at hand. And oh for all his wisdom, the elder shouldâve known better than to let the silence lull into one of safety. Shouldâve known better than to let out a breath of relief. Relaxing - ever-so-slightly, to be stupid enough to mutter, âS-see young master. I told- you-â
Because this was Gojo Satoru, and heâs chuckling - and that was never a good sign for anyone but you. âSheâd make such a perfect mother, donât you think?â
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SLAM!
You startle - there was only ever one person that dared to kick open the doors of the Gojo Estate that way, like he was out for blood.
Eyes tearing from your window towards the now-splintered doorway and-
Oh. Oh shit.Â
Your voice dies in your throat as the metallic tang of blood hits your nose - followed very shortly by the realization that this was your husband. Towering figure leaning against the frame, gaze frantic - bouncing off everywhere but you, fingers twitching on the stained handle of his katana, looking for all the world like heâd seen a ghost.Â
What the fuck happened?
âSatoru?â you breathe. And the sound of your voice his eyes finally snap to you - widening, like heâd finally noticed your figure standing there. Like he was seeing you after a thousand years. Stepping forward in concern, âAre you o-â
Youâve barely made it two steps before Satoruâs closing the distance in a split-second, dropping to his knees before you with a harsh thump!
You wince at the sound, but if it hurt then he doesnât show it. Anything but - in fact, looking more blissed out than youâve ever seen him as he lets his prized katana clatter to the floor, looping two powerful arms around your waist.
And itâs times like this - when he nuzzles his cheek against your stomach, sighing in contentment - that you forget about those blossoming stains of red on his yukata. None of his, you bet.Â
Threading your fingers through his soft hair, you repeat, âAre you okay, Toru?â
And oh.Â
Oh, it only takes those words - and your sweet sweet voice - before Satoruâs entire body jolts. Taking a sharp inhale, fingers trembling as they clutch onto the fabric of your yukata. âAn heir.â Words strained, ragged. Some deep, visceral part of himself peaking up at you through those hazy, half-lidded eyes, âWould you give me an heir, my wife?â
You werenât making it out alive.Â
Youâre gasping - partially because of his words, partially because thatâs all it takes for him to yank you down. Sprawling you out like such a slut on the floor. âWha- an heir?â
Itâs not something you expected him to even consider - that sleepy, quiet little pillowtalk from earlier today where youâd mindlessly wondered out loud whether your husband was ready for kids. Hell, Satoru was never a morning person, so you didnât expect him to even have heard the question let alone this.Â
Nosing at your racing pulse, whispering, âAn heir. You think Iâd ever deny you, pretty?â Like he couldnât believe it himself - sharp canines nipping at your neck, âMy heir.â
Itâs like it was the only thing he could say - could even think about right now as his lips burned a path down your jaw, into the valley of your breasts. Muffled, âNâ now we have the Estate all to ourselves, so I can ruin you as much as I hah- want.â
And for the second time today, youâre actually registering that this wasnât the same yukata your husband had kissed senseless in before the meeting. Or, at least, those patches of red were new.
âSatoruâŚâ You pull his face back.
âNo- no no please- Come back-â you squeal when he just drags you across the floor by the hips, pressing you up against that massive bulge, back to sloppily kissing the underside of your jaw. âWas jusâ one I swear- mâsorry about gettinâ the fabric dirty.â
âSatoru.â
âWasnât gonna break you where everyone could hear right?âÂ
And fuck he doesnât wait to hear a response, no - itâs been far too long, and every little scold from you has all the blood in Satoruâs body rushing to his aching cock. His lips are crashing onto yours, so desperate and needy.Â
âSa-toru!â you manage to squeal through the way he sips at your candied lips. Letting out pained, breathless little grunts like each swipe of his tongue against your mouth was driving him insane.Â
âShhh shhh, mâhere mâhere.â he pants into your open mouth, hands wandering everywhere. Cupping your ass, your breasts, nudging open your jaw to let him suck so filthily on your tongue. âFuck- mâhere.â Heâs licking up the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth already, âNâ mâgonna ruin-â One hand makes its way to palm your clothed cunt, â-her.â
But, alas, no matter how many times Satoruâs done this before - it never gets any easier, or as less heavenly of a sight for him.Â
With you all disheveled and splayed out for him, your tits almost spilling out of your yukata with the way his hands have been so greedy. So thoughtless.Â
Satoru groans, dipping his head forward to peck messily at your lips. âMmm- â Pulling back just enough to mutter, âGonna let me breed this pretty cunt, hm?âÂ
Itâs all you can do to give him a half-delirious little nod of agreement, lower lip wobbling at just how hungrily he was looking at you. Eyes wide, lips curling into a crazed smile, fingers trembling with anticipation as he deftly works on untying your robe.Â
âIs my wife gonna give me a pretty baby?â He gasps out, strangled. âAn heir?â He presses a sloppy peck to your glossy lips, strings of spit snapping when he breaks apart to whisper. âOne to take out all these dumb fucks?â Again, so dizzyingly. And again. âOh how Iâd love to see their fuckinâ faces.â And again and again and again. Kisses punctuated by that little mantra - âAn heir. My heir. I need you to give me a baby, pretty.â
And then your yukataâs being pulled down your shoulders, the expensive fabric ripping down the side with the way he was so ravenous. Goosebumps prickling down your skin as fast as Satoru can get his hands on every inch of you.
âOh, look at you.â his jaw falls slack, palms kneading at your soft breasts. âFuck- the mother of my kids.â He rolls his thumb over your hardened nipples, rubbing lazy little circles, âI need to- fuck!âÂ
Before you know it heâs pinning your arching body down onto the floor. One hand easily pinning down both of yours, the other angling your lips back onto his, a knee wedged between your damp thighs.Â
You whine at the feeling of Satoruâs thigh rubbing up against your drenched panties.
But he could barely hear - fuck, you didnât even know if Satoru was breathing with the way he wraps his pretty pink lips around one of your pert nipples. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, cheeks hollowing as he sucks - harsh.
âNeed to fill these up- sâgonna be so sweet. So full.â heâs blabbering into your tits, tongue rolling around your sensitive nipples. Incessant, like he was somehow trying to draw out milk. âI can only hope they hah- share, right?â
You buck your hips up, mewling as your throbbing clit catches on the dips and curves of the muscles on Satoruâs leg. âP-please, Toru. Donât tease.â
And oh, when has he ever denied you? Hell, Satoru would burn down this entire world and himself if it meant giving his wife anything and everything. Especially the future mother of his kids.Â
With a final, playful bite, you watch with glassy eyes at the way he dances his lips down. Slow. Teasing. Eyes locked with you all the while like some sort of predator cornering his prey.Â
âAnd this-â Satoru stops halfway down, pressing a deep, sultry kiss onto your bare stomach, âOh this. Gonna be so round nâ pretty. Absolutely glowing fâme, right? Fuck!âÂ
Snapping his head down at the feeling of your grinding your hips so sluttily onto his legs, slick seeping through your panties and onto his skin.Â
âOh.â he sighs, awe-struck. More to himself than you at this point, âYou can kill me if youâre not with my heir by the time weâre done, pretty.â
A promise.
And with it went whatever was left of Satoruâs poor sanity - and whatever pathetic chance there was of you making it out of this alive.Â
Immediately, Satoru fists your flimsy panties in his grasp. So see-through they were practically useless anyway. Reveling in your panicked little gaze as he pulls - rips them clean off your dripping cunt.Â
âOh god- There we go.â he moans, hooking two arms underneath your legs and pushing up, up, up - all the way until your knees were pressing up against your tits. Your lips wobble when Satoru takes the time to admire your pussy, breaths coming out in feverish little puffs to watch the way you glisten and clench at nothing. Licking his lips - salivating even - at the sight of your slick beading through your puffy folds. He runs a thumb along your sopping wet slit, âBetter wish her good luck tonight.â
And, usually, your husband was refined - he teased and toyed with your poor cunt until you were begging to have an ounce of friction. But right now, itâs a wonder he doesnât get whiplash with how fast heâs pushing his face into your pussy.
âMm-â Satoruâs eyes roll to the back of his head as his tongue laps at your dripping wet cunt. Tipping his head back, back, back to let your sweet sweet juices slide down his throat. âFuck that. Even luck wonât save you from me- hah-â
âToru!â you arch off the cool floor as he cards the tip of his tongue between your puffy folds. From the base of your sloppy entrance, all the way up to your throbbing clit. âHngh- sâtoo-â
He was going too fast too soon.Â
You whine at the palm pushing your unstable hips flat onto the ground, holding you still while Satoru licks all over as he pleases. âNow now, how are ya gonna ngh- fuck so sweet- handle later if ya canât even handle this, pretty?â
Sucking on your clit in such a messy, open-mouthed kiss. âFuck. Shouldnât have told me about an heir.â heâs murmuring into your cunt. Harsh - rolling his tongue against the sensitive nub in a way he knows will have you crying out so prettily. âFuuuck you shouldnât h- oh- Ohhh, look at you, my wife.â, breathing in deep, ragged gasps of air only to go deeper. âFuck- just look at you. Youâre so wet I could fuck you just like this.â
As if to prove his point, heâs urgently bullying the tip of his tongue between your plushy walls. And it was true - so pathetically true. You take him in so easily.Â
Somehow, you manage to crack an eye open to spy downwards - only to be met with Satoruâs eyes already on yours. Hazy, curtained by his messy hair, swollen lips curving up to flash you such a devilish grin as he squeezes his tongue past that feeble, first ring of resistance. In and out in and out in and-
âOhh. Squeezing me so fuckinâ tight.â His jaw grinds deeper, nose flush against your clit. âYa like that idea? Like the thought of me p-painting ah- slutty pussy white already?â
Your embarrassed little whine isnât enough of an answer for your husband. No, heâs pressing his fingers - all glossy and covered with a sheen of your slick - onto your pulsing clit. Just barely grazing in a way that has you crying out.Â
Making out with your cunt so sloppily, âThaâs more like it.â Heavy eyes boring into yours - goading, even, for you to give more of a reaction. âFuck- use those words, pretty. Scream.â Satoruâs fucking into your sloppy hole the way heâs been dreaming to do with his rock-hard cock. âAfter all, we h-have the Estate all to ourselves, right?â
Faster. Sloppier.Â
Pushing and pulling his tongue in a way that has you sobbing, âYes! Please- wanâ- nghâ Thighs squeezing around Satoruâs fervent head, âW-wan you to jusâ breed me, Toru-â
Oh.
Fuck, you mightâve just signed your will away at this point.Â
Because in a split-second, youâre cumming.Â
Shit, were you glad that there was no one in the house. Sobbing out a broken whine of his name, fingers white-knuckled on Satoruâs hair while you gush all over his pretty face. Just dragging your sloppy cunt all over his mouth - using him through your high.Â
And heâs more than happy to be dragged and angled all you please. Greedily lapping up your syrupy sweet juices, just dipping his tongue into your hole to feel the way you clench around him.Â
But itâs not long before Satoruâs pulling away. Swallowing a disappointed whine, you gape up at the absolutely feral man looming above you.Â
Lips plump and glossy, your juices dripping all the way down his chin, his jaw. Teeth bared, a pretty pink blush dusting over those cheeks - and you have half the mind to wonder how high the kill count actually is. Whether youâd be on it, too.Â
âHeh, kill count?â Satoru grins, teeth grazing so dangerously over your racing pulse. Shit, did you say that out loud? âFunny, real funny.â And with that, heâs thumbing apart your swollen folds, biting his lips at the sight of your quivering hole. âWonder if our- hah- kidâs gonna have your-â Without warning, he spits. Once. Twice. Gliding the pads of his fingers along the thick globs of spit on your cunt, â-humor?â
And oh how ironic it was for Satoru to be groaning out sweet little spiels of what your kids might look like, when his fingers were anything but.Â
Stretching out your gummy entrance, having the audacity to laugh - laugh - at how desperately your pussy was trying to milk his fingers.Â
âY-youâre so mean-â
âAnd yer killinâ me- ohhh youâre gonna be the death of me.â he mutters - strained. Depraved. Hastily pushing apart his yukata. He hisses, âFuck-â
You canât help but gasp at the sinful sight before you - Satoruâs blush reaches down his sculpted chest, down, down, down all the way to his painfully hard cock. Curved against his abs, already so angry and soaked with precum. Giving you a pretty little peak of those veins glistening against the dim lighting.Â
Before you even know whatâs happening, heâs circling his fat, weepy head around your sloppy hole. Slow, lazy patterns to tease your cunt. âCan only pray mânot dead before I see ngh- fuck- my heir.â
Itâs like something breaks. And Satoruâs remembering that no, this isnât just any child - itâs the next Gojo. That grip on the base of his swollen cock tightening when he slips past your pussy lips.Â
âOh! Toru- f-fuck wait sâtoo big-â you keen, nails digging into where his yukata was sliding off his milky, sculpted shoulders. Hard enough to break skin. âItâs ah-â
âNo.â he spits into your sagging mouth. âNo no no no- wait fuck- ngh squeezing so fucking- tight.â Hips pushing in quick, shallow little thrusts to squeeze more of his achy head inside. âFuck- fuck fuck fuck hold on. Need this. Need this so bad- please!â
And you canât do anything but arch into his touch, scrambling up onto your elbows to- shit, that was a bad idea.Â
Because one look at the sight of your poor cunt, all bulging and stretched out on Satoruâs massive cock was enough to have you running away.Â
Youâd barely made a movement to escape, feet flattening on the floor to buck your hips because shit it was too much. And it was a useless effort, anyway, because Satoruâs dragging you back so easily, pulling your limp body deeper down his swollen cock.Â
âNeed this. Need this need this so bad, pretty.â he groans, barely even halfway in yet. Still pushing, still relentless. âNeed to breed this cunt so bad.â
Some tiny, useless part of Satoruâs rationality knows that he should slow down - maybe give you a second to relax. To maybe even breathe. But he was out of control now, hips stuttering and wrenching forwards like he couldnât stop.Â
So heâs simply gripping onto your shaky thighs harder, sure to leave neat little indents of his nails to admire tomorrow - or, whenever he gets back his sanity, that is.Â
Satoru hisses at the way youâre so pliant below him. Limp, letting him rest your legs on his muscled shoulders. âThink I needa manhandle ya more often, pretty.â Pressing down, down - all the way until you were folded in half beneath him in such a mean mating press. âCanât- canât stop-â
The change in angle makes you scream out Satoruâs name - and it makes him bottom out. Finally.Â
Fuck, you werenât making it out alive.
âOh.â he grunts at the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your ass, his fat, leaky tip kissing against your cervix. God, if Satoru was any less of a man he thinks he couldâve cum just from the feeling of you trying to suck him up already.Â
âOh- oh my god-â you gasp when he presses down about halfway down your stomach, Pressing down for that bulge, hard. âYouâre in s-so deep ngh- Sâlike youâre pushing into my ngh- lungs.â
Fuck, if you talked any more with that pretty mouth then Satoru was bound to pass out. Blindly, heâs feeling for your pouty mouth, kissing and nibbling at your wobbling lips like a subconscious apology. For what was to come, that is.
Because Satoru Gojo spares no apologies when he starts moving - finally. Finally fucking you the way heâs been dreaming of all throughout that droning meeting.Â
And he says so - a little over fifteen times, in fact, while he splits you apart on his cock.Â
â-nâ when I was negotiating those ngh- c-clan deals. Nâ when I was at that meeting-â he gasps, shoving your legs so far apart it burned. âSâall I could hah- think of. Everything - donât give a fuck if I got a contract wrong.â
Each word was punctuated by a rough, harsh ram of his cock, stretching out your gummy walls so far apart like he wanted to make his mark there. Pushing - even when he could feel his aching tip nudging at your cervix.
So merciless - violent even - with the way heâs slamming back into you. Molding your plushy walls to every ridge and curve of his massive cock. It was impossible to even form coherent sentences with his harsh pace.Â
A large hand flattens beside your head as Satoruâs thrusts get deeper. More purposeful. You almost sob at the sheer pressure when he dances his fingers down to rub quick, methodical little circles on your clit. âToru-â you moan, like a prayer. âM-more.â
But it wasnât enough.
âMore.â Satoru breathes, more to himself than anything. And shit at that very moment you almost understood why even the most hardened of clan leaders feared to even look at Gojo Satoru wrong. Because he was giving you a sopping, fucked-out smile, eyes widened, voice trembling, âYou want more?â
And of course this was the strongest. Of course, he was ruthless.Â
Of course, it takes him exactly two seconds to pull out of your heavenly cunt and flip you onto your stomach. One hand coming under you to angle your hips up until you were on all fours - like some ragdoll. The other feverish, distracting on your clit while he bullies his achingly hard cock past your sopping entrance once more.Â
âFuck!â your voice is hoarse when you scream. Teeth gritting because fuck the stretch was too sinful and Satoruâs hips were too harsh. Too hellbent on fucking into you like heâd lost control. âO-oh please, Toru-â
He doesnât waste time easing you into it this time, picking up where he left off with that maddening cadence. And you were glad he had an arm on your hips because your knees were weakening with each thrust, slowly sliding down the floor before-
âAw, my poor girl.â you hear Satoru coo from above you. Muscled chest rubbing up against your back, âSâalright. Mâgonna take care of it. You jusâ hafta take it- jusâ take it like the good lilâ wife you are.â his body bows into yours, strands of white sticking to his forehead. âNâ Iâll take fuck fuck fuck- care of everything.â So sloppy with his rhythm, pushing you further and further up the floor with each movement - only to reel you right back so easily. âIâll wash âem and hah- clothe âem nâ t-teach âem to take over this godforsaken society. To protect their momma.â
âT-Toru-â you squeal as he only gets more erratic. âIâmâŚâ
âHm?â
He didnât even have to ask - he could feel the way you were squeezing so hard around him, like you were trying to suck the fucking soul out of him. The way the only thing you could get out was his name.Â
His perfect wife.Â
Sobbing out, âClose! So close. Wanâ cum- Ah! Please-â
He was losing his fucking mind.Â
Biting down so hard at the crook of your neck to keep himself from cumming before you, he moans deliciously, âThen cum. Fucking cum. Please- wanâ you to cum on my cock.â Wrists aching with how desperate he was moving, âCum- yeah yeah yeah fucking- cum- Cum for your husband.â
Oh, if heaven was real then whatever was left of that part of Satoru that could still form coherent thoughts knew that this was it.Â
Watching you fall apart like such a slut all over his cock. Not even realizing it at first - just that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, swollen lips falling slack, letting out such a pretty cry of his name that he canât help but cum, too.Â
You donât know whoâs more far gone - you, with your head spinning, a lewd little ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time Satoru fucks you through your high.Â
Or him, gushing out in thick, hot ropes of cum that overspill from your snug cunt.Â
âSo muchhh.â you whine, heavy head being held up by your husband. âSâtoo much.â
And he knew what you were talking about - because Satoru was cumming and cumming and cumming so hard it was like he couldnât stop. Didnât want to stop. Because he was mesmerized by that creamy trail of white drooling down your folds, forming an obscene ring at those tufts of white at his base.Â
âToo much?â Satoru hisses. âToo much?â
You can only give a barely-lucid nod, whimpering when he doesnât ease up. Not one bit, in fact, Satoru was only abandoning the hand playing with your ravaged clit to press down on your abdomen. Hard.Â
âThere we hah- go. Better now?â The hand supporting your head forced you to look down below, at the sticky mess of white covering your cunt. Slobbering all over Satoruâs cock - even down to his thighs. âNow we got fuck- more space.â
You donât even realize youâre scrambling away until Satoru gasps, panicked, âNo no no- weâre not done, pretty. Fuckkk weâre far from done.â Fingers tightening around your neck to pull you deeper down his cock, holding you in place. Just dragging you along his length. âGotta make sure it takes. Why else dâyou think no one in the Estate will be back until tomorrow?â
He doesnât wait for a response - not that you could give one, anyway, with how you were being fucked dumb on his cock again.Â
A strong, powerful leg hooks around yours, pushing you down with his body weight. âSo that we ngh- h-have enough time to prepare for my heir.â Weeping head grazing all those sensitive spots so expertly. âT-to plan and and- ruin you and- fuck you feel so good. Theyâll be the most powerful- hah- jusâ watch. Those fuckers better w-wait and see.â
So debauched and fucked-out that you donât even know what heâs running his mouth about now, just heavy, urgent words slurred into your neck while he fucks you just as sloppily.Â
âDonât know?â
Fuck. You said it out loud again.Â
And the embarrassing realization has your eyes screwing open, gazing tearily back at an amused Satoru. Well, as amused as he could be when he was just as wrecked as you.Â
Kissing your sweaty forehead, hips reeling back all the way until your cunt was missing the stretch - bucking traitorously against the fat mushroom tip grazing your entrance. Making a mess of precum down below.
âSâalright, pretty.â he groans, sandwiching his cock between your puffy folds. âBecause you just have to sit there nâ ngh- take- it.â
If you thought that Satoru was broken before then he was absolutely ruined now.Â
Because there was no reason or rhythm to his actions now - just mindless, feral movements to milk his cock as much as he physically could on your pussy. Running only on pure need and the thought of you round and so full with his kid.Â
âAh!â youâre startled out of your reverie by something wet. Whirling sluggishly to catch the tears of overstimulation brimming at Satoruâs heavy eyes - shit, you wondered if he even knew what he was doing at this point. âT-ToruâŚyou- ngh- o-okay?â
The only response you get is an unsteady nod.Â
â-the best.â he whispers, twitching balls squeezing so painfully with each slap against your ass. Faster. Absolutely soaked with the sinful concoction of your juices and his cum. âWeâll be the best parents- ngh-â And fuck it was so much - too much. Too good. Painful pleasure.
Enough that all it takes is another, sloppy thrust before heâs seeing stars behind his eyes again. Cock twitching wildly inside your cunt as Satoru shoots load after load of cum to paint your pussy white.Â
So warm with his cum - him - that Satoruâs body moves before his mind. Pooling the mess down below to nudge back into your cunt. âCâmon, pretty, c-canât get ngh pregnant if ya donât oh- cum.â
And itâs so embarrassing how thatââs all it takes for you to reach your high with a strained, barely audible moan. Voice shot, your own orgasm nothing but a few tingles that have your thighs fucking back into Satoruâs.Â
âSatoru- Satoru Satoru Satoru.â you mewl, big fat tears streaming down your cheeks. Birds of a feather, they say.Â
Hypnotized. Drunk off the feeling.
And, evidently, Satoru was, too.Â
âPrettyâŚâ his voice rings in your ear. Tinged with a tone you know didnât bode well for you - or your poor, overfilled cunt. Bloated and dribbling already. âAre- sure- ngh-âÂ
And with a jolt, you realize heâs still moving. Still pushing and pulling in languid, slow strokes. Thighs shaking as the fatigue wears on him.Â
If anyone saw Satoru like this, theyâd have a heart attack. Flushed your favorite shade of pink, the lower half of his body well covered with a sheen of your obscenities. Eyes teary with sensitivity, cock still twitching and so angry as he clears his throat and tries again, âAre we- hah- sure it took?â
âWh-what-â you gasp, breathing in big, deep inhales. âYes- yes yes- oh my god itâwonât-â
âIt will.â Satoruâs interruption almost comes out as a whine. And heâs more sluggish, dazed when he flips you over onto your back again - not too difficult, with the way you were practically splayed out already. âTh-this pussy is made to take it, right? T-to be bred by me?â
Itâs almost like Satoru was begging for confirmation, plugging back in the excess of what was leaking out of your abused pussy. It was spreading in a lewd little pool now, seeping into the non-existent space between you two.
But oh how Satoru loved it. Couldnât tear his eyes off of it, in fact as he noses at your neck. Barely even thrusting anymore, just raw grinds, âRight? Gotta make sure- ngh- heir. Oh-â
Heâs darting his tongue out to lick at the beads of tears streaming down your cheek. The salty taste on his tongue having Satoruâs hips stuttering forwards. Again. And again - alternating, not on purpose - between hitting your cervix and that bruised g-spot. âGonna give me an heir? Ohhh fuck fuck fuck- lemme breed this cunt?â
Youâre using up every bit of energy left in your body to give that slow, shallow nod. Which is all the time it takes for the pool to spread even wider. For Satoruâs fingers to stumble their way back to play with your clit.Â
Rolling his thumb over in a harsh, uncalculated pattern - if you could even call it that, just jerky, obscene movements to get you off.Â
And it works. Hell, the two of you are barely in the state of mind to even feel it. But heâs finally cumming again, and so are you.Â
âNgh- Fuck-â
With a loud, pained cry Satoru tightens his grip on your body like a vice. Raw, sensitive, overusing his cock until it felt so empty. Until you felt so bloated it was like you could explode - or maybe that was your own orgasm. âToru- c-cumming.â
Youâre not sure, anymore. And you donât know if either of you could bring yourselves to care at this moment, not when your eyelids grow heavy. Vision tinging with black in the corners, and the only thing you could see was your husbands face - sweaty, eyes almost closed, kiss-bitten lips moving in a soundless whisper. â-the best- momma.â
A/N. CLAN LEADER GOJO SAVE MEE. Oh yeah the âcanât get pregnant without the momma cummingâ bit was based on this old tale Iâd heard where people used to gen believe that.Â
Plagiarism not authorized.
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A Smile From Hell
[Homelander x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Despite the amount of unpredictability The Homelander has, he still catches you off guard with something as small as a smile.
WC: 3576
Category: Angst, Supe!Reader {TW â Homelander for obvi reasons}
In honor of Season 4âs weekly releases, this one is for the Antony Starr girlies (and you @summerrivera777777)
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John fucking terrified you.
He terrified everyone, really.
He had the power to level an entire city block with a glance. He was strong enough to crush a man's skull with one hand and fast enough to catch a bullet. He was an unstoppable force of nature. He was The Homelander, and he was a threat to anyone who stood in his way.
But, the thing was...
You knew everything about him. Everything.
And he absolutely despised that, but there was nothing he could do to change it. You had seen him at his most vulnerable and pathetic. You had seen his humanity, itâs amazing he still has any after the way Vought has abused him, and you had seen his inhumanity.
Jessica, or Sister Sage, had confronted you on several occasions, trying to get you to tell her your secrets. She wanted the upper hand on her arch nemesis, the only one in the world who was a threat to her. It was her mission to end the reign of the superhero she hated most, and she was willing to do anything for it.
You could see right through her, and you didnât need magnificent amounts of intelligence to do so. You could see the fear in her eyes. You could see the doubt in her face, hear the strain in her voice, feel her uneasiness when she was near him.
John knew it, too. He just simply chose to ignore it. He had grown used to being the scariest man in the room. Itâs been that way his whole life, and it seemed it was going to stay that way.
But, despite all that fear, she came to you for answers. Again.
And this time, the question was a simple one. It was so simple, yet completely understandably complicated.
How are you allowed to live?
That was a question that stumped you. It took you a long time to grasp the meaning of it, the specific answer she was looking for.
After a few clarifications, you finally understood what she meant.
She wanted to know why John allowed you to live. She wanted to know why he hadnât killed you. She wanted to understand why you were the only person alive after calling him by his name.
Not his stage name, his real name.
For being the most intelligent person on the planet, youâd think that sheâd be able to understand it. I mean, the answer was right there, in front of her face. She didn't need to be a genius to figure it out; all she needed was a little more insight.
A little bit of understanding.
"Respect," you said, your voice soft. Your words were clear, though, and she heard them perfectly.
The confusion on her face was evident, as was her disbelief.
"What?"
"It's respect. Anyone I respect is someone that deserves my respect."
She snorted.
"Right," she said. "Like he could actually respect anything other than himself."
"He's capable of it if that's what you're thinking," you told her. "And this isnât about him respecting me; it's about me respecting him."
She narrowed her eyes at you, her suspicion rising.
"Why would you respect him?" she questioned. "You're not blind; you know exactly who he is."
Yes, you did. You knew more than most, and compared to The Seven now, you probably knew the most. His actions? Completely unredeemable. He was, in fact, a monster; there was no arguing that. He was a horrible, twisted, monstrous individual; no one would deny it.
His actions werenât excusable, but he had an explanation. A reason for why he was the way he was.
He wasnât born a monster; he was turned into one. That⌠that was the respect part. You respected him because you respected his story. You respected his pain. You respected his anger.
You respected his past; anything after that was on him.
"I donât like using stage names to those I respect enough, so I call him John. He allows it because he knows I donât mean it the way others would if they used his name; it doesn't hold the same power with me."
She rolled her eyes at you.
"Same goes for you, Jessica; I have no desire to call you Sister Sage."
Her flinch was barely visible, but you still caught it. Again, what is intelligence if not knowing the chances of a particular outcome?
"Iâve noticed you donât call Deep or that fire chick by their real names."
You just smiled, leaving her to solve that answer for herself, and it didnât take long at all. You knew the exact moment she came up with a conclusion. She was quite predictable, in that regard. Maybe you shouldâve been the big-brained hero instead.
And now, you really shouldâve been because when you turned down the hall, catching wind of the elevator doors opening, you knew he had listened to it all.
But you didnât say anything, and you really didnât say anything after a simple glance at him.
He was completely drenched in blood, a look that would terrify even the toughest of men. But not you, oh no, you were very used to that. Heâs done a lot worse.
Besides, you were too distracted by the fact that the blood wasn't his. Too distracted by noticing how this time was different. He was smiling, but it wasnât his usual cruel smile. This time, it was genuinely happy.
Relief, almost.
It reminded you of the night you two bonded. No, not that type of bond. The bond that told you both that you werenât alone.
He had a friend, but he wasnât really your friend. You donât believe you could ever consider him one. Not really, not with the things he has done.
But, still, you were the closest thing he had to a friend. You were the closest he had to an equal, a person he could relate to. Jessica carried the same intelligence (obviously a lot more), but the similarities between the two of them stopped there.
You had a similar history but different outcomes.
And that reveal between the two of you happened that night. This was way back, even before Starlight joined. Back when The Seven was in its prime.
Stillwell threw a party, something she always loved to do before Teddy became her focus. It was the usual: people in fancy dresses and suits, lots of champagne and liquor.
The difference, however, was the main focal point. Usually, given Voughtâs status, all of The Seven members were the main event. Everyone was mandated to wear their hero outfits. It was a great way to advertise and get people to buy more of the products.
The theme this time, however, wasnât about the group. It wasnât about any of you. For the first time in a long while, John wasnât in the spotlight.
Due to this, Stillwell banned everyone from wearing their costumes. No capes, no spandex, no leather, no masks. Just suits and dresses.
It was nice, actually. A little break from the norm. It felt good to go a night without the tight leather on your skin. You were actually surprised at how well it was received.
The rest of the members of the group seemed to be having a wonderful time as well.
Except for one.
He was standing in the corner, glaring at everyone. Madelyn had an entire argument with him about the suit. You werenât there, but you knew exactly how it went.
His costume was a part of him. It was a symbol. It was a mask. A representation. An embodiment of who he was. Without it, he was a naked target.
Madelyn clearly did not give a single shit. In the end, the argument resulted in the two of them getting into a screaming match, causing him to storm off in a fit of rage.
So, there he was, standing alone, seething at anyone who passed him. Madelyn won; of course, she did, and she didn't even bother trying to apologize. She wasn't sorry.
She was just mad that he refused to listen in the first place.
But, hey, that wasnât your problem. You were enjoying yourself. The night was going pretty well; the alcohol was flowing nicely, and the music was just right. You were dancing and laughing and having a great time.
But, of course, things weren't always easy for you.
You werenât expecting it to last long; you werenât one to have good luck. You knew, deep down, that the night was going to come crashing down on you. You were just waiting for the ball to drop.
The ball dropped the moment you decided to go cheer up the sourpuss.
It was obvious the way his shoulders tensed, and his head tilted ever so slightly. He knew you were approaching. He was aware.
"Don't," he said.
He was clearly angry, and you werenât smart enough not to push. This is where Jessicaâs powers would have benefited you greatly.
You ignored his warning, walking up beside him, mocking his stance.
"You okay?" you asked, your tone soft and light, a hint of playfulness.
His eyes flicked over to you, and the glare he gave was terrifying. His eyes were so intense, and his teeth were clenched. You could see his jaw tensing.
He was a volcano, ready to erupt.
You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
"I'm fine." Humorously enough, it sounded like the opposite.
"Really?"
He turned his head to look at you, his anger increasing by the second.
"Donât you have anything better to do?"
You shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm choosing to talk to you."
He looked away from you, grumbling, "And why's that?"
"Because youâre ruining the party," you answered. "Miserable face and all."
He rolled his eyes. He actually does this a lot, believe it or not. It's the only expression he has besides anger that isnât fake.
"And why do you care?"
You shrugged again. "I care about enjoying myself, and I can't do that when you're moping."
He turned his head towards you. He was not amused.
"Go find someone else to entertain yourself with.â He pointed behind him. "Iâm sure Deep will be glad to show off his fish facts."
That one caused you to make the same face he had moments ago. The absolute look of disgust on your face was enough to bring a smug grin to his own.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Don't make me throw up, John."
The name.
It was a simple slip-up, nothing more. But, of course, it meant so much more. This was before everything, so it doesnât seem likely that a slip-up like that wouldnât result in consequences, but it secretly was a turning point.
He could've killed you.
He could've easily grabbed you and thrown you across the room, and no one would be able to comprehend what had happened until after you were unrecognizable.
He didn't, though.
No, instead, he stared at you, his face blank, and his mind processing. You were nervous, of course. You had no idea what was going on in his head.
After a minute, a look of realization came upon him, and you could see the exact moment the gears started turning.
Then, a simple hum fell from his lips. One said he wasnât expecting it but was deciding whether to accept it.
Then, after a few seconds, his face relaxed. His jaw was unclenched, his eyes softened, and his eyebrows relaxed.
"Letâs have a chat."
Uh oh. Thatâs a code redâa sign of danger.
You were so done.
And yet, for some odd reason, you followed him. You donât know why. It was a stupid move, in your opinion. You should've run while you had the chance. You shouldâve listened and just punched fishlips or something.
You didnât, though.
You followed him, allowed him to fly you somewhere private, and just waited. You waited for your imminent doom. You were going to die; you were sure of it.
But, for some reason, your death never came.
Instead, the two of you landed on the towerâs roof, the cold New York air hitting you hard. He had set you down on your feet and went all the way to the railing.
You stood awkwardly, waiting for him to turn around with those beams in his eyes, but they never came.
He was just looking out into the city, his back turned to you, his hands on the railing.
After a few minutes of silence, he turned his head, looking at you through the corner of his eye.
"Aren't you going to ask?"
Ask what? What was there to ask?
There were plenty of things to ask, actually, and yet you had no idea what the right thing to ask was. Because, again, even here, he was unpredictable and unreadable.
You didn't want to anger him; you knew that for sure. But you were also tired of his mind games. It was a constant battle of wit, and you were sick and tired of being left in the dust.
So, you chose something simple to say. Something easy, yet not so simple to answer.
"Are you going to kill me?"
You wouldnât be surprised if he turned around with a smile and answered yes.
He didnât, though. Oh no, he stayed turned, staring into the city, his eyes searching. Searching for what you didn't know.
"No."
Simple and clear.
You didn't respond, and he didn't elaborate. It was silent, and it was cold, and it was a tense moment.
But you didn't leave. You just watched him, watched his movements. The way his shoulders hunched over, his head tilting down, the grips on the railing, the way his hair slowly became unstuck due to the wind.
You always thought his hair looked better when it wasn't slicked back, but this is the first time you've ever seen it that way. It was⌠it was nice.
Then, his shoulders relaxed, and his head straightened. He didnât turn around, and he didnât speak. He just looked over his shoulder at you, his eyes piercing yours.
Even with a few strands of hair on his face, his eyes were so sharp and clear. So blue. So cold.
It felt like they were reaching deep into your soul.
It was terrifying. He was terrifying.
"Do you remember your parents?"
The question took you by surprise. It wasnât what you were expecting, but then again, this whole encounter was the definition of unexpected.
"Yes. Why?"
His eyes scanned yours as if looking for a lie. Then, he turned back around, leaning on the railing.
"I can't remember mine," he said. "Sometimes I wonder if I even had them."
Oh. Oh. This was huge. This was a big one. You had to search deeply even to find out his actual name. Now, here he was, telling you of his past.
Of all people, he chose to tell you.
You didnât know how to feel about that.
You were honored, yes. You were excited, definitely. But, most importantly, you were worried. Is this him letting you in? Or is it him preparing you for your demise?
It was an unknown territory, a field of landmines. You knew a lot about his past already, but now he was aware of the fact that you knew. He knows, and yet he is still giving you the information.
Why?
"I mean, it doesn't make sense. Everyone has parents, right? And I couldn't have been born out of nowhere. So, I must have had parents. A mom, a dad, some form of guardians."
His face was scrunched, and his eyebrows were furrowed. You could see the way his brain was working. He was really thinking about it, wondering how the pieces fit together.
He was struggling to make a connection, and he was mad at himself for not having it.
"I'm assuming your childhood wasn't the best," you said. You knew it was a risky move, joking about his past, but so far, he seemed to like the boldness and humor.
And he did, in fact, let out a snort.
"Understatement of the year."
You smiled but quickly stopped. It was a serious conversation, and smiling probably wasnât the appropriate reaction.
Silence filled the space again, and he was back to thinking. He was trying; he was really trying. But he just couldn't.
It wasn't the fact that his parents were a mystery; he's come to terms with that. It was the fact that he couldnât remember anything.
All he remembered was the torture, the pain, the experiments⌠nothing about how he got there. Nothing about the people before the scientists. Nothing about a home. And the fact that they were currently building a fake one for him made him so angry.
It was a mockeryâa complete joke.
He felt all of these emotions and yet couldn't express them.
And he was frustrated. He was pissed off and tired and angry and sad and empty and-
"Did you rip off your tie?" Your eyes had caught sight of his bare neck, the black fabric missing.
It was the only way to pull him out of his head, and, to your surprise, it worked. You could see the moment he snapped back to reality, the moment he was pulled away from his mind.
"Yeah," he answered. "It was suffocating me."
You could tell.
His hair became more unkempt due to the wind. The strands of hair on his forehead were getting in the way, and it was getting annoying. Not for you, no, but for him.
For you, it was⌠humanizing. It made him seem a little less like a god.
He lifted his hand, his fingers gently combing through the locks. It was a struggle, a normal struggle that you've had with your own hair.
Plenty struggle with deviating the locks away from their desired location. You've had your own fair share of moments.
But this was the first time you'd seen him experience it. The first time witnessing him do something so simple and basic.
Such a human thing. It had you wondering what else he was capable of.
He sighed, his hand dropping back to the railing. Again, it is a normal thing to happen. But, it had you smiling, the corners of your mouth curving ever so slightly.
The action did not go unnoticed.
"What?" he asked, not even bothering to turn around.
You shrugged. "I've just neverâŚ"
Your mind kept changing images. His hair, his eyes, his shoulders, his jaw, his nose, his ears, his neck, his hand, his lips, his chin, his cheekbones, his eyebrows, his skinâŚ
Everything is listed in your mind, including the little imperfections and details that make him, well, him. This was the first time you saw him anything other than perfect.
The perfect monster he was, the god of all men. The man of the century, the one to take the world by storm. The strongest, the smartest, the best.
The symbol, the image, the mask.
The facade.
This was the first time you saw him as just a person. A human being. Just a regular guy.
"Sometimes I wonder how different life would be if you wereâŚ"
Normal.
The word was at the tip of your tongue. You could've said it; you should've said it. It was the truth. It was obvious.
But you couldn't.
He knew where your sentence was going, though. Of course, he did.
"If I was⌠what?" He still wanted to hear it. He was looking for validation, and he wanted it from you. His eyes were on you, his body turned, but there was this one odd thing.
A smile.
It wasn't his usual one. The one you were used to. The one that made everyone scared and uneasy. No, this was a real smile.
A soft, small one, but still a real smile.
A true smile. As if he knew the words you were going to say, as if he knew your thoughts, and he found them amusing.
You found him amusing.
And just because of that, you didnât give him the validation.
"Itâs fucking freezing out here," You coughed in hopes of successfully changing the subject. "Iâm gonna get a jacket."
He was going to argue, but you were already walking off, telling him youâd take the emergency ladder down.
Nothing was spoken about that night. No words were exchanged.
But something had changed. Something had shifted. You werenât quite sure what it was, but it was something.
So, seeing that genuine smile again in that elevator was a shock.
He had the same face as he did on that roof. It was that smile. That one specific smile.
Capable.
That's what it was.
He was capable.
He was capable of feeling and being human. He was capable of being something other than a monster.
He was capable.
All he said to you when you walked by was a simple goodnight. Something so small, yet so big. This time, those words seemed to have a little more meaning.
So, just to raise his unsettling mood, you winked and said, "Goodnight, John."
Again, a smile.
The smile.
It was hard to continue walking, and it was even harder not to turn around. But you did.
You did it knowing you were going to have a hard time sleeping. Knowing that, no matter what, you werenât going to forget that smile.
The demon that still had a little bit of humanity in him.
A demon that was capable.
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i read every single one of your works in one sitting and oh my god. your mind. your words. you're easily one of the best writers on this hellsite. it should be a crime you don't have more followers because your writing is criminally underrated
i saw you were taking requests and i don't want anything too specific but there isn't that much ace content and i really miss my man. a bit of hurt/comfort bc i love pain and then kissing it better
i was thinking something along the line of your Follow Through work (sorry if it feels repetitive but i live for this type ace content) but really I'll be happy with whatever you put out just have fun and go to town with it <3
Ahhh thank you so much this is so sweet đđ I only started posting really recently so receiving sweet messages like this feels so unreal honestly, it just makes my heart so full. I loved writing this, I always love writing sweet stuff for Ace, so thank you for giving me an excuse to write something in this vein again! I hope you like it đ
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Pairing: Ace x Reader
SFW
Summary: You're in love with Ace. Everybody seems to know this but him. Warnings: Fluff, Miscommunication, A Little Self Loathing, Very Little Hurt/Lots of Comfort Word Count: 2.2k
You really canât tell if Ace is politely rejecting you, or if he simply doesnât understand your advances. Youâre being terribly obvious, enough so that the rest of the ship (and probably the entire rest of the fleet) are well aware, teasing you for it at any given opportunity. If you have to hear one more man making obnoxious smooching noises whenever you two walk past youâre going to throttle someone.
âItâs honestly getting pathetic at this point.â
âYeah, it hurts to see someone put their pride on the line like this with no reward in sight. Bring a tear to my eye, really.â
Their voices are teasing, not cruel, but your shoulders tense anyway. You hate feeling pathetic. If he just turned you down, you would be more than willing to just lick your wounds and move on, no matter how hard it hurt. But he never did. He never pulled away, or pushed you further from him. He just never pulled you closer, either. You were left in limbo, treading the line between friend and lover, never crossing to either side.
âWhatâs got you frowning like that?â You jump when you feel two fingers at the edges of your lips, gently forcing them into a smile. Ace is in front of you, nearly nose to nose, and you can see the candlelight dancing in his eyes and painting his cheeks a gentle orange. He looks beautiful, as always, as he grins at you. âThatâs better. Now you try again without my help.â
You force your mouth into a smile despite yourself.
âThere we go.â He laughs quietly, and you can feel his warm breath on your face. Heâs horribly, unbearably close, close enough that you would barely have to move to feel his lips against yours. The urge is overwhelming, but you canât let yourself, so you scoot back slightly, smile growing a bit shakier.
He frowns a bit, something unnamed flashing in his eyes, before he leans a little further back as well. âCare to share what made you so upset? You were glaring a hole into the table.â
âOh itâsâŚitâs nothing big. Donât worry about it.â You frankly would rather throw yourself overboard than look Ace in the eye that you were sitting here pathetically pining over him.
He frowns deeper. âYou know you can always share with me, right? Iâm a good listener, I swear.â A mocking laugh explodes behind him from a nearby eavesdropper, and he leans forward before muttering, âIâm good at listening to you, at least.â
Your cheeks heat. You donât want to embarrass yourself like this, but heâs looking at you with those sweet puppy dog eyes, and maybe this could be a chance for you to finally figure out how he feels about you. âWellâŚitâs justâŚâ your eyes slide to the several crewmates visibly listening in. âCan we talk in private?â
âOf course!â Heâs on his feet instantly, offering you his hand to help you up. He pulls you up as though you weigh nothing, and while that makes your stomach flutter a bit, itâs nothing compared to the way he keeps a hold on your hand while leading you away. You can feel the heat radiating from him, every callus on his hand, the way his fingers lightly rub against the back of your hand. It takes all of your self control not to melt.
He leads you to his room, leading to wolf whistles from some passersby, and you internally groan at all of the comments youâre going to get after this. But he gently sets you on his bed before kicking off his boots and sitting next to you, on his knees, looking at you expectantly. âIs this good?â
âYeah, thanks, Ace.â He gives a blinding smile at that, terribly pleased to have helped. âSo Iâve been dealing withâŚan issue, lately.â
He nods, urging you onward.
âSo thereâs this guyâŚâ
He winces, the expression so quick you almost miss it.Â
âAnd Iâve been trying to figure out how he feels about me.â You curl in on yourself a little tighter. âBut I genuinely canât tell if heâs noticed how I feel and he just doesnâtâŚfeel the same, or if he somehow doesnât know.â This is terrifying, laying it all bare, but if it leaves a chance for something else, something better, isnât it worth it to be brave?
But Ace remains silent. His face is frozen halfway between shock and despair, staring at you with wide eyes. You blink at him, confused, and gently reach forward to take his hand. âAce?â
He flinches when you touch him. âAh! Um, sorry. Advice. You wanted advice.â
âIf youâre willing? You donât have to.â
âNo, IâI can.â He seems flustered, but you canât really tell which part of this shook him. You try to brace yourself for oncoming rejection, just in case. â...You really donât know if he feels the same?â
âI have absolutely no idea. And nobody else Iâve asked does, either.â
Another flash of hurt, the frown of a kicked puppy. âYou went to other people before me?â
You rush to correct. âThey came to me. I think they felt bad for me, honestly. The entire ship has noticed and they canât tell if he likes me either, and a lot of people have been making fun of me about it. So a few people asked me if I was alright.â
He furrows his brow. âPeople have been making fun of you? Who?â
âAlmost everyone, really. You didnât notice?â
âNo, I didnât.â His expression shifts to something close to guilt. âHow long has this been going on?â
âAboutâŚa year or so?â
âYou only joined the crew a little more than a year ago.â
âYeah.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â You canât keep the exhaustion from your tone. You want to say it hasnât taken a toll on you, that you let it roll off your back, but the weight has been resting on your shoulders, dragging you further and further down. Itâs only a matter of time before you snap entirely. âItâsâŚitâs a bit much, sometimes. But the only way to get them to stop is to stop trying to get him to notice me, and if I stop that he never will. And I think heâs worth all of it, really.â
âHm. IâmâŚsure he is.â You can hear the sting in his voice, like cold water on an open wound. âHe has to be, for you to want him so badly.â
âHeâs the best man Iâve ever met.â You canât keep the affection from your voice, or the warmth from your cheeks as you shyly peer at Ace through your lashes. You canât place the faraway look in his eyes, hazy and unfocused.
âHe better be.â He clenches his jaw briefly before relaxing it, closing his eyes and shutting you out. You see his fingers digging into his thighs as he turns away from you and takes a deep breath. âYou should just tell him, Iâm sure heâll reciprocate. Heâd be an idiot if he didnât.â His voice is strained, sounding like thereâs an unshakable weight on his chest.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine, sweetheart. Donât worry about it. You should tell that bastard how you feel.â
âBastard?â
You can see every muscle in his back tense as he continues to face away from you. âDid I say bastard? I meant lucky bastard.â
âItâŚdoesnât sound like you did.â
âHow could he be anything less than lucky, to have someone like you?â
He really isnât getting it. Even now, he just doesnât fucking get it. âAre you mad at me, Ace? Or him, I guess?â
âIâm not mad,â he snaps, unconvincingly. âIâm notâŚIâm not upset. It would be ridiculous for me to be upset, I have no reason to be. Not with you, or with whoever it is. That would be silly. And Iâm not. Silly.â
â...Right.â
Are you going to have to spell this out for him?
âAnd since Iâm so definitely not-at-all mad, can I know who it is? So I know who to congratulate later.â
You sigh. âYou really have no idea?â
â...I think I might have one.â
You lean forward a bit, trying to angle around him to look him in the eye, but you accidentally brush your chest with his back and he jumps, scrambling away before turning around to face you. âWho do you think it is, Ace?â
âIs it Marco?â
What?
âWhat?â
âIs itâŚis it not Marco?â He furrows his brow.
âIâno. Itâs not Marco.â
âThatch then?â
âNo! Oh my god.â
âIzou? Orââ
âItâs you, Ace!â
His eyes go wide and he freezes. âItâsâŚme?â
âYes.â
He absolutely lights up like a firework with the biggest, most sincere grin youâve ever seen. âItâs me?â He leans forward, close enough that you can see every fleck of color in his dark eyes. âItâs me? Really? You mean it?â
âWho else could it possibly be?â You canât keep the hint of laughter out of your voice at the idea you could love anybody but Ace, as though any man you had ever met could beat him for best.Â
Before you know it, his arms are around you, his comforting weight pressing you into the bed beneath you. âI didnât think it could ever be me.â
Your arms wrap around him in turn, pulling his head into your neck as he presses his nose into you. âWhy couldnât it be you? Youâre amazing, Ace.â
âI canât believe you believe that.â His voice is soft as he pulls himself apart for a second, allows himself to fall into your embrace and forget the world. âI didnât think you could want me. I already didnât get how you could like me, let alone more. Youâre soâŚeverything and Iâm soâŚme.â
âI donât think thereâs anything in the world better to be than you.â
Thereâs a wetness pressing into your neck, but you donât comment. âNo one has ever said that to me before. I donâtâŚI donât understand how I tricked you, butââ
âPortgas D Ace. You didnât trick me. I just saw you for who you were, and I loved you because of it. Not in spite of it, not because I somehow didnât see it. Because youâre you, and I donât know what could be better than that.â
âAlmost anything else?â He mutters it weakly. âI really hoped you wouldâŚwould think about me like I think about you. I just didnât think it was possible. Was it really that obvious?â
âEvery single person on this ship knew before you did. Someone was making fun of me for it at breakfast, directly in front of you, and you still didnât notice. It was really just because you didnât think I could like you?â
âIt genuinely didnât seem like a possibility to me. I figured I was just going to be pining after you for the rest of my life, yâknow? Have to see you find someone else as wonderful as you are and run off together, and pretend I was happy for you. Which I sort of would be, I guess. I want you to be happy. And I didnât think I could do that for you.â He pulls out of your neck, and you can see his eyes are glistening, a few stray tears making their way down his freckled cheeks. He looks you in the eye, while his own filled with a strange mix of affection and self loathing. âStill donât, really. But Iâll try.â
You cup his cheeks in your hands, gently brushing away his tears. âNo one else could make me happier than you, Ace. I know that for sure. You are the kindest, brightest, most wonderful man I know. You have no idea how amazing you are, how you inspire the people around you. Youâre so loved, and itâs not because you managed to pull the wool over everybodyâs eyes, or anything silly like that. Itâs because you deserve it.â You lean up, lips brushing softly against his before you pull back again to speak. His lips chase yours, making you giggle. âYou deserve every bit of it, Ace. And if you donât believe me Iâll just have to show you. Every day, until it sticks.â
âAnd if it does?â His voice is nothing but a whisper as he stares at you like youâre the greatest treasure on the seas. âWill you stop if it sticks?â
âNo way in hell. Iâll double down. Triple down, even.â
He gives you a shy grin. âGuess Iâll have to figure out the truth pretty fast, then. Iâd like to see what double this looks like.
âI guess you will.â
The next kiss takes your breath away. It makes the teasing you and Ace are sure to receive when you leave the cabin worth it a million times over. But right now there isnât a crew jeering at you. The only thing in the world right now is Ace, on top of you, his warmth enveloping you as he kisses you like heâs been waiting a thousand years to do it.
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Lee Minho x fem!reader: hate sex
summary: Lee Minho was your number one enemy and you were sure you were his as well, only for you to figure out he just wanted a little bit of your attention
warnings: smut, angst, teeny tiny bit of fluff (?)
word count: 2.1k
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Felix sighed. âIâm sorry, Y/N. Iâll try to do something, just donât go. Okay?â he pleaded. âI feel like we got so comfortable with you and youâre so nice to us. It wonât be the same with another choreographer. You know us so well, you know what makes us uncomfortable, what we like to do, what we donât⌠youâre specialâ
You smiled at the freckled boy and chuckled. âWell, thank you. At least someone makes me feel like itâÂ
âBecause you are. Minho can be an asshole at times, but I can promise you heâs not a bad personâÂ
One thing you were sure of, is that you absolutely hated Lee Minhoâs guts. You hated him so much it made you sick.Â
He was always finding ways to be the worst part of your day, week, month and year.
You had been appointed as Stray Kids main choreographer, the job that you had dreamed of since you were little. They were one of the biggest bands in the world and you were the one creating the moves and ideas for the choreographies that were praised by millions of people. Your job was perfect and satisfied every single member and staff from the company⌠except for him.Â
Minho was always pointing out your mistakes, embarrassing you in front of other people and making you feel out of place. It got to a point where you wanted to quit your job but Felix, being the sunshine he had always been, convinced you not to.Â
âHeâs making me feel like shit on a daily basis, Lix. What the hell am I supposed to do?â you cried to him, your mascara running down your cheeks.Â
Felix handed you a tissue and you thanked him quietly, wiping the tears with it. âDonât worry, Y/N. Itâll be okay, I can talk to himâ he tried reassuring you.
âOh please, like thatâs gonna do anythingâ you muttered with a roll of your eyes. âThat man wonât change being an asshole to me because you said something. Chan tried already and failed miserablyâ
âOkayâŚâ you said, not wanting to argue with him about it because you knew he always tried to see the best in people, even if there wasnât anything.Â
Felix patted your back and left the studio, leaving you there with the tissue as you tried to regain your composure.Â
With a sniffle, you stood up from the floor and went to the couch to grab your stuff, putting your phone inside your bag.Â
The door of the studio opened with a screech and your head turned around. Your heart fell to your stomach when you locked eyes with the bane of your existence, Lee Minho.Â
Your eyes instinctively rolled and you continued focusing on the task in hand: getting the hell out of there.Â
âSo, a little bird told me you were gonna quitâ he said like it was something normal. Like he didnât know that he was the cause of it. âI didnât think you were that patheticâ
You snorted and shoved your jacket inside your bag before slinging it over your shoulder. âNo, Iâm not gonna quit. I wouldnât dream of giving you the satisfactionâ you said, walking over to the door that unfortunately was next to where he was standing.Â
Before you could open the door, Minho grabbed your arm, pulling you back, making you scoff.
âDonât touch meâ you told him.
âOr what? Youâre gonna cry to Felix again? Or to Chan?â he mocked you.
You could fill the rage firing up inside your veins as he spat word after word.Â
Minho chuckled evilly at you. âYouâre gonna go to Hyunjin, maybe? Or Changbin?â he asked. âTell me, who are you gonna cry for attention now?âÂ
You slapped him with all the anger that you felt at the moment. He grabbed his cheek, staring at the side with his eyes wide, clearly not expecting that slap.Â
âShut the fuck up, you hear me? You donât get to treat me like a slut just because you hate my guts without an apparent reasonâ you said. Minho turned his head and looked at you, his cheeks flushed red. You hated to admit, but he looked really cute with his eyes blown wide and his mouth slightly opened. You wouldâve thought about it if you werenât so livid. âGet out of my way and stay the hell away from me, Minho. I donât wanna see you, talk to you or even be near you. Letâs do our job professionally by keeping things civil, it wonât require interacting with each otherâ you finished and your chest was heaving with uneven breaths.Â
Suddenly, you felt yourself being slammed against the wall and someone grabbing you by the throat. Not hard enough to prevent you from breathing, but the pressure was there. Minho was staring at you with his nostrils heavying along with his breath.Â
âYouâre so fucking infuriatingâ he spat in your face and you could only stare at him, feeling embarrassed at how your core clenched at his tone. âYou always talk back and try to be so smart with me, but you donât fucking notice meâ
âW-what?â you stammered.
Minho laughed at you and the hand that was on your throat fell down to your waist, framing it with his other one as well. He gripped your hips and pushed his against you, making you gasp as you felt his erection.Â
âYou donât fucking notice me, Y/Nâ he whispered against your neck, and then you felt the tip of his tongue brushing over the sensitive skin of your neck. âYou always try to grab the attention of Chan and Felix⌠but not mineâ he said and then pulled away to look at your face.Â
Your eyes were teary from the sudden action, but you were so aroused you could barely think.
Because the truth was that, even if Lee Minho was the person you hated the most, it wasnât 100% only because of the unnecessary and irritating banter going on with you and him. It was because even after all the words spat in between you, you still found him incredibly handsome.Â
âSo whyâs that, kitten?â he asked you, nose rubbing over your cheek.
You couldnât really focus about answering, instead, your brain turned into complete mush.
âHmm?â
âI- I donât- I donât knowâ you answered.
Minho chuckled evily and bit his lip. âDumb baby, maybe if I put that cunt to use, youâll start speaking. Shall we try?â he asked you.
You blinked rapidly and Minho grinned at the way you werenât denying him at all.Â
Soon, you found yourself inside the studioâs bathroom, your body pressed against the cool wall next to the door while Lee Minho, your sworn enemy, was devouring your mouth in a fiery kiss. Your arms were wrapped around his neck while you pressed your hips against his. His hands were gripping your hips trying to keep you in place while he rolled them over yours.Â
âFuckâ you whispered against his lips.Â
You knew you were gonna regret this later, but at that moment, you couldnât really bring yourself to care.Â
His mouth moved to your neck while his hands drifted to your leggings, gripping your ass cheeks tightly in his hands.Â
You gripped his hair and panted next to his ear. âMin-Minhoâ you stammered.
âWhat, babe?â he asked, lifting his head and looking at your eyes. He then bit your lip, pulling it and releasing it. âIâve barely touched you and youâre already fucked outâŚâ
He then gripped the leggings you were using, making you gasp as you felt the teared clothes falling from your legs.Â
âKick off your shoesâ he demanded and you obeyed, kicking them close to the sink.Â
He suddenly dropped to his knees and pressed his nose against your clothed core.Â
Minho sniffed and licked over your panties. âYouâre soaked, kittenâ he whispered, and grabbed the hem of your panties, pulling them down your long legs.Â
He threw them away, without a care and draped a leg over his shoulder, exposing you to him.Â
You felt your cheeks burn at the heaviness of his stare over your core. His fingers opened you and you stared at him as you saw his tongue poke out. He started licking over you, making you let out a long moan.
You squealed and jumped when you felt a sharp sting over your thigh. You looked down, finding Minho staring at you. âDonât be too loud, we wouldnât want anyone hearing those pretty moansâ he said and then sucked on your clit. âThose are only reserved for meâ he whispered and continued his assault on your pussy.
You pressed your head against the wall as he circled your hole with his tongue and played with it, inserting his tongue in and out of it while his nose was pressed tightly against your clit.Â
He then groaned and stood up, pulling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. âI swear Iâll make you come later, I need to be inside you, fuckâ he said through gritted teeth.Â
He took out his cock and your eyes jumped out as you stared at it. Your mouth watered as you stared at the veiny girth and how he was stroking it with desire. His hands grabbed your hips and turned you around, pressing you against the wall hardly.Â
You jumped when you felt him slap your ass. His hand dove into your hair and gripped it, pulling your head back so he could stare at your face as he played with your hole with his cock.Â
âWhoâs taking you right now?â he asked and pushed himself inside of you, making you cry out as you adjusted to his length. You felt him slap your cheek and grip your hair more tightly in his hand. âI asked you a fucking question, kittenâÂ
âYou⌠you, Minhoâ you answered.Â
âYeah, not Chan⌠not Felixâ he shook his head as he pushed out, only leaving the tip and then pushing back again, hard, making the tip hit the spot. âMeâŚâ he growled.
You could only hold on to the wall as he punished your spot with his thrusts. He slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans that started getting louder by the second.Â
His hand that gripped your thigh, pushed your back, making you arch even more as his foot came to rest on the lid of the toilet, finding the perfect angle that made you shut your eyes with force and bite on his hand to refrain from screaming.Â
The hand that was holding your hair left to rub tight circles over your clit. âCome all over my cock, kitten, come onâ he groaned, hitting the spot even harder with his thrusts.Â
âMinhoâŚâ you sighed, your nails scraping against the wall.Â
You gripped him tightly and exploded around him, moaning against your arm to keep the volume down. He growled as he felt your orgasm crash against his length and when he knew he wasnât going to last any longer, he pulled out and quickly jerked himself off, his come spurting all over your ass cheeks.Â
You gasped as you felt the liquid hit your skin and squeezed your thighs, feeling the action very hot.Â
His hands came to brush over your body, and you felt his caresses as a pang on your chest.Â
You stayed silent as you watched him grab some tissues from the corner of your eye to help you clean yourself up.Â
âUm, I donât have leggingsâ you told him.
âOh, shit, right. Wait right here, Iâll be right backâ he told you and left the bathroom.Â
With a sigh you slumped yourself against the wall and cursed yourself for giving in to him. A few minutes passed and you decided that he had left and he wasnât coming back. You grabbed your panties and pulled them up your legs, then sighed, decided to get out of the studio and make a fool of yourself in front of the cameras to grab your phone and ask some of the guys to bring you something to wear.
But before you could do any of those things, the door opened and Minho walked inside the bathroom, holding one of his jogging pants.Â
âHereâ he said, holding them out for you.Â
You took them out and put them on.
âWhat? No thank you?â he smirked at you.
You glared at him and tied the knot over your belly. âI still hate you, you knowâ
Minho grabbed your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him and planted a kiss over your lips.
âWeâll see about thatâ
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I won't share you â James Beaufort (smut)
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Summary: The reader is Lydia's best friend, but that hasn't stopped her and James from starting their flingâa fling that turns into something more the second his jealousy gets the best of James.
Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, shower smut, jealousy, best friend's brother
Pairing: James Beaufort x fem!reader (2.6k words)
âI hate this so much, and to think theyâre only friends with me because of him.â Lydia kept rambling, words (y/n) barely paid attention to. For the past minutes, Lydia had recited her conversations with other friends, picking up on their crush on her twin brother, James. (Y/n) had tried to show compassion, had tried to tell Lydia that the girls werenât just around because of Jamesâall while hiding her own secret.
Hours ago she had been pressed against his chest, choking on his name while he buried himself deep inside of her. Her fingernails had left scratch marks on Jamesâ back, barely remembering how they had ended up beneath tangled sheets the first time months ago.
It was a simple deal, they kept fooling around with one another while keeping it a secret from everybody. In the beginning she had felt guilty, knowing that her best friend would detest her for doing this behind her back. But while (y/n) had tried to reason with her guilt, her heart had gained the upper hand, reminding her of the crush she had never been able to shake, ever since they had met years ago. It was pathetic almost, how she crushed on a man who only turned towards her whenever he was in the mood for a quick lay.
âAnyway, youâll come tonight, right? I need you there especially with this mess going on.â Lydiaâs words ripped (y/n) out of her wandering thoughts. For a moment, she pondered over the question, wondering if she wanted to go to another party where sheâd cross paths with James whoâd find a new girl to flirt with in front of the others. But the pleading gaze Lydia shot her drew a tired sigh from (y/n), forcing her to nod her head.
âOf course Iâll be there, I promise.â
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She shouldnât have come. She should have stayed at home where her sheets still smelled of Jamesâ expensive cologne. She should have stayed in her room where her memories allowed her to get lost in another daydream. Anywhere but here would be better for her mind and soul while (y/n) desperately tried to rip her eyes off his frame, away from the unbuttoned shirt that exposed his perfectly chiseled abs.Â
Lydia had disappeared from her side a while ago, blending in with the others while greeting those she had whined about only hours ago. (Y/n) had tried to hold onto her best friendâthough without any luck, forced to part ways as her gaze was glued to James who hadnât looked at her once so far.Â
Perhaps she should have left, disappearing without another word to make it back to the safety of her room. But her feet didnât listen to her mindâs commands, guiding her towards the kitchen to find something strong she could use to silence her racing thoughts.Â
Music was ringing in her ears, filling her body like a drug that whispered to her, begging her to stay for a little while longer. She sipped on her drink while her eyes wandered around the room filled with people she barely knew, catching the gaze of a guy who was already looking at her. He was handsome, tall enough to stand out, sporting dark hair and bright eyes that surely did their job with wooing girls who crossed paths with him.
(Y/n) could only watch how he pushed past people to find his way towards her, greeting her with a raspy âHeyâ she barely picked up on. A soft smile began to widen on her lips as she intently studied himâhe was cute, but he was no James Beaufort.Â
âWanna go outside? Itâs too loud in here.â The guy didnât wait for her reply. His warm hand found her wrist to gently guide her through the room and outside to the pool area. For a second, (y/n) thought that she had caught Jamesâ gaze, finding the eyes she had last seen as he had fucked her in the early morning hours. But the moment had passed all too quickly, reminding her that James wouldnât dare to even look at her at a place like this.
âWhatâs your name, sweetheart?â She internally cringed at the nickname. With another sip of alcohol to guide the words off her lips, (y/n) tired to give herself a push. Perhaps this is what she needed, a nice enough distraction from the man she should finally let go of. Whatever fate was trying to tell her at that moment, sheâd listen and follow the call.Â
âItâs (y/n), whatâs yours? I donât think Iâve seen you here before.â The guy stepped closer as she spoke, letting his hands rest on her waist almost as if they were dancing to the loud music. She wasn't uncomfortable, and yet she found herself thinking of ways on how to get out of this situation. If there was one thing she wasnât interested in it was finding another guy whoâd use her for his own distraction.Â
âMark, a friend of mine brought me here and I must say, Iâm quite happy he did so.â Mark shot her a bright smile that left (y/n) chuckling. But the sound got stuck in her throat the second his hand wandered from her waist to her cheek. Fuck, she needed to get away from this guy, no matter how sweet he seemed to be, this wasnât what she needed.
But (y/n) didnât get far with overthinking her next move. While Mark slowly tilted his head down to cross the distance between them, (y/n) was yanked out of his touch and pulled back against a broad muscular chest.Â
âWhat the fuck man?â Markâs loud voice managed to break (y/n) out of her dazy state. She had to blink a few times before she allowed her eyes to wander from Markâs angry features towards an all too familiar face.Â
âFuck off.â James spat the words at the guy before he turned (y/n) around in his grasp. It seemed as if he was making sure that she was alright, that she hadnât been touched against her will. But while she should have focused on all these details, (y/n) could only focus on the fact that this was the first time James was interacting with her in a setting like this.
âWhatâs your problem? We were just having a nice time, right, (y/n)?â Mark spoke up once again. She felt his hand on her arm, and the second he began to tug on her, she knew that this situation would end in total chaos. And then everything happened all too quickly. One second she was pulled from Jamesâ grasp, the next she found herself losing her balance and falling into the pool.Â
Her clothes clung to her body as she resurfaced, having to brush her wet hair out of her features before she got a clear sight once again. She didnât hear the loud words the two guys shared, she could only see how they stood all too closeâabout to escalate into an ugly fight if nobody intervened. From the corner of her eye, she watched Lydia hastily approach with their friends, instantly forcing a sinking feeling to settle in her stomach.Â
Slowly, (y/n) swam towards the edge, allowing the sounds to grow more prominent once again. James didnât seem to spare his sister a single thought as he turned from Mark to focus on (y/n). Their eyes held contact as he reached his hands out for her to take, pulling her out of the pool and back into his chest.Â
(Y/n) didnât dare meet her friends' gazes as James guided her past the growing group with his arm wrapped around her waist. No words were shared between them as he guided her towards her car. She kept her eyes glued to his features, the tickling jaw muscles that indicated his anger, the bright pupils that were stormyâa sight that robbed all air from her burning lungs.Â
Jamesâ hand disappeared in the pocket of her wet jeans to pull her car keys free, wordlessly opening the door for her before he rounded the car and began driving back to her place. She wanted to speak up, wanted to ask him why he had interfered like that, but the anger oozing off him begged (y/n) to stay silent, at least for now.Â
Darkness lingered in the car as James broke the speed limit, seemingly desperate to make it to her place to speak about whatever had happened. Her heart was racing in her chest, unable to slow down as she relived the past moments, the clear look of jealousy that had swam in his eyes, and the anger that made heat pool between her thighs. She could only hope that the conversation theyâd have any moment now could clear some of the confusion she felt.
But even as they arrived at her home did James stay quiet. All he did was guide her inside, wearily almost as if he hadnât been there numerous times before. She gave him a few moments to finally break the silence, wanting him to be the first to say whatever he was plagued by, but James kept quiet.Â
âI need to get out of these clothes, Iâll take a quick shower.â He nodded at her words, deep in thought. Her heart was aching for him, wanting to reach out and touch him, but her mind lured her away, whispering to her that he had no right to act like that when he had been the one to keep his distance in public.Â
Her eyes found her reflection in her bathroom mirror as she stepped out of her wet clothes. The confusion she felt was clear on her face, stretching itself through every part of her. A part of (y/n) had always hoped that heâd finally cross that line and interact with her around others. Something she could cling to with hope simmering if inside of herâhoping that perhaps something could blossom between them, turning them into something more sincere. But now that the lines had begun to blur, (y/n) found herself fearing what was laying ahead of her.
The hot water cascaded down her back as she found shelter in her shower. She didnât hear James stepping into the room, didnât hear his clothes dropping to the ground. A soft gasp left (y/n) the second he pressed himself against her back, letting his arms wrap around her from behind. Jamesâ lips kissed the back of her neck, forcing goosebumps to rise on her body even though the water running down their limbs was all too warm by now.Â
âIâm sorry.â She could tell that it pained him to apologise, knowing that it was one of the many things his father had never taught him. Her hand found his, interlacing their fingers while she silently begged him to keep on speaking, to explain to her why he had escalated like that. âSeeing you with him switched something inside of me, I got so angry at him but mainly at myself. I have been so fucking stupid.â
âWhy?â It was nothing more than a whisper, a sound so small, (y/n) feared the water would swallow it wholly. James free hand began to wander down south, he stroked her soft skin, caressing every inch before finding her heat. Her heart picked up its beat, very well understanding what he was planning on doing.Â
âBecause youâre mine and it took me until today to understand it. I wonât share you with anybody else.â His slender fingers circled her pulsing bundle, leaving her gasping while tightening her grip on his hand. Jamesâ warm breath teased the spot where her shoulder met her neck, it felt as if he tried to pull himself even closer, needing to feel every part he intended on owning.Â
âDo you truly mean it? Because I also donât want to share you with anybody else.â Her voice trembled, shaking as if she had been chased by him, about to trip over her own two feet. His fingers brushed through her slit, collecting drops of arousal before slowly pushing into her. (Y/n)âs moans filled the bathroom, echoing off the walls that knew their every secret, listening to their whispered conversations whenever they found shelter inside of here.Â
âI mean it, youâre mine, (y/n).â Without another warning, he pulled his fingers away to turn her around in his grasp. Their lips met for a breathless kiss, drawing gritty sounds from them while allowing their bodies to guide them. Without breaking apart, James lifted her off her feet to pull her legs around his waist with her back pressed against the shower tiles.Â
âLet me fuck you like you deserved to be fucked, baby.â The world could end, could stop in its rotation and be swallowed by darkness. The stars could fall from the sky and let people escalate into an unstoppable chaos. No matter what was about to happen, he wouldnât let go of her, would only focus on (y/n) and the love growing between them.Â
Her moan was all James needed to guide his cock towards her entrance, to disappear deep inside of her like he had done numerous times before. But even though he had fucked her for months now, this moment felt different, more sincere, more loving than anything both had experienced before.Â
âI love you so much, James.â She sobbed the words against his lips, chasing them for another clashing kiss that could lure her into her end. James Beaufort was her end and her beginning, a love story she had always longed for. He was everything she needed, fulfilling the unspoken longings she had been too scared to admit.Â
âI love you too, fuck, youâre perfect.â His body met hers with every ferocious thrust, set on pushing them closer togetherâthe first time as a proper couple swearing to stick to one anotherâs side. The moment had something almost cheesy to it, something so loving they struggled to put it into words.Â
Her walls fluttered around him, pulling James even closer with her eyes getting lost in his blue ones. It felt as if he kept every secret this world knew hidden in his pupils, harbouring them for whatever reason. She never wanted to stop looking at him, the one who held her heart in his hands as if it was his most prized possession.
With every thrust, he brushed against her swollen spot, making her see black dots in her vision. She was close, would let go all too soon, and yet she didnât mind it, didnât mind losing herself to James once again. Their eyes stayed connected as she came around his cock, choking on his name like a prayer leaving her lips.Â
James gave it more thrusts to chase his high, forehead pressed against hers, arms flexing to tighten their grip on (y/n). She watched him fall apart with a heavy groan and his cum leaving its stain on her walls. A perfect mess neither of them ever wanted to part from.Â
âYouâre mine, never forget that, baby.â Â
#James Beaufort imagine#James Beaufort smut#Maxton Hall#James Beaufort#James Beaufort x reader#damian hardung
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I intended to write out ONE scene for the early days of Team Hextech, but these dweebs completely derailed me into an entirely different scene by establishing nicknames.
So here's a teaser of sorts for the wider fic @amahhi and I are working on, which is going to be snapshots through their years together and also a way for me to shove every Jayvik meta I have into one manifesto.
Stage 1: let me sell you on the whole nickname thing with Academy Dorks. Pure pre-relationship fluff and dork4dork energy. Nothing bad is ever gonna happen to these cuties.
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It is surprising, how easily things come together.
Surprising in how Viktor has now been around Jayce Talis for over 72 hours (it is currently at 79) and he has, at no point, felt an urge to knock Jayce out with a sharp swing to the back of the head so that Viktor could have a moment to himself. Surprising in the fact that he is not actually surprised by this. Nothing could surprise him now, when the euphoria fills his veins like nothing he's known before.Â
There is the magic. Of course there's the magic. The blue glow like a lightning flash caught behind his eyes and burned forever into his mind. There could not be anything but the magic now. Yet it was everything else that came with the magic as well. The freshly assigned lab that is, truthfully, hardly more than an old office with the furniture shoved out of it. The chalkboard being pilfered from the library in the middle of the night, because the single pathetic one the lab came with was a joke.Â
There is Jayce. Jayce, who is the magic, the spark, the surge of life and energy. Jayce laughing in little hitched noises that his stifling only turns into absurd wheezing, because they couldn't fit the stolen chalkboard out of the library at first, not until Viktor made him knock the whole thing over so they could remove the wheels. Which, of course, had to be put back on immediately after they got the thing through the doors.
"We're going to end up exiled anyway after this." Jayce whispered far too loudly, sitting on the wet stone of the Academy courtyard, fully illuminated by a street lamp to screw the wheels back on because Viktor's flashlight flickered dark after five minutes.
"Fine." Viktor hisses back, "at least we will have an actual chalkboard." Which is a nothing statement, but it makes Jayce curl in on himself with another fit of little hiccuping giggles, so that's alright.
"I don't think they'll let us take the board, V."
That causes Viktor to pause for approximately half a second, considering. "Is that a nickname?"
The little hitching laughs stop, which is a shame. Jayce clears his throat and goes back to tightening the wheel in place. "Uh. I guess? Sorry, is that ok?"
"You misunderstand. I've never been given a nickname before." Viktor taps his fingers on his cane, looking up at nothing as he examines how he feels about getting his first nickname.
"Oh yeah?" He can't tell if Jayce is secretly pitying him or not, but it doesn't sound like he is. "What do you think of it?"
Viktor tilts his head one way, and then another, feeling his face pull into a grimace. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt Jayce's feelings, but he does not think that insincerely given adoration of the nickname would be a good early mark for the relationship.Â
He intends on keeping himself in Jayce's life for however long his own lasts, by any means necessary. It's going to be a learning curve, figuring out how to have someone like him for that long, but he doesn't think lying or even stretching the truth is how he should accomplish this goal.
"Woah," Jayce says, and when Viktor looks down the other man is sitting, ass still fully on the wet paving stones, staring up at Viktor with sincere fascination and the beginnings of a grin. "You really hate that, huh?"
"No." He doesn't. Which he doesn't realize until he says so, but it's true, he doesn't hate it. "I am still deciding, don't rush me."
"Don't tell me you're grading my nicknames, V." Jayce huffs, and he shuffles himself through a puddle to get the last wheel on the last leg of their stolen goods. "I'm gonna have a panic attack over nicknames. And then I'm gonna have nightmares about the fact that I had a panic attack over a nickname, instead of over stealing Academy property. Hey. How come I've done more crimes in three days with you than I ever had in my life?"
"That seems like it is your problem." Viktor points out, leaning with both hands on his cane now, watching some curls of mist under the street lamp as he continues mulling over his first nickname. It's been given to him by Jayce Talis, who gave Viktor magic and who is now soaking his ass on the ground so that Viktor can have a better chalkboard. It seems a small price to pay.
"Yes." He decides, nodding. "It's fine."
"That sounds like one ringing endorsement."
"You wanted my opinion. Honestly? It eh, lacks creativity."
"What did I say about grading my nicknames?"
"Plural? No no, you get one."
"Hardass." Jayce grumbles, pulling first himself and then the chalkboard back up with little effort. Which is impressive, as it is not a small board. "What about me?"
"Hm?" Viktor is already moving, tugging the board around to make sure the wheels are all even.
"Come on, fair's fair. What's my nickname?"Â
When Viktor looks up - intending to point out that making a nickname for a name which is already a single syllable is counterintuitive - Jayce is at the other end of the board, grinning a blinding and crooked grin. His hair is a mess, with the mist depositing little gleaming drops of diamonds against the black. There's an eagerness, nearly a hunger, in his bright hazel eyes as he waits for Viktor's nickname. All of that, beaming at him from the other side of the board that Jayce agreed to steal at an obscene hour of the night for him. There are dimples.
"LĂĄsko." He says, as naturally as a heartbeat, as easily as blinking. It's hardly a revelation for him. Viktor has already spent 77 of the past 79 hours reconfiguring his ideological stances on the concept of soulmates.Â
Jayce snorts, his grin falling, but not into a shocked disgust or even displeasure at the foreign sound. Instead, he sets his formidable jawline forward and pouts.
"I want a do over. That sounds so much cooler." He groans.
Ask me what it means.Â
Scratch that. Do not ask me that. However long one is supposed to wait before saying love, I am sure that I am under that mark.Â
"No do overs. Even I know that about nicknames."
"You don't make the nickname rules! You never even had one before!"
"No do overs."
"Ok! Fine! Congrats on being stuck with V!"
#arcane#jayvik#academy dorks era jayvik#my fic#jayce you are already so wrapped around this stick's pinky finger#also I know V is a game canon thing but Jayce calls Cait 'sprout' so i decided hes a nickname fiend
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hi!! Given my obsession for Hugh jackman I am CRAVING for some Leopold X reader (from Kate & Leopold)! Maybe with some little angst but happy ending??
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Leopold Mountbatten x fem!reader a/n: I donât know how controversial this is going to be and I donât care. I could never finish the movie because I hated Meg Ryan in it so much. Itâs so odd, Iâve loved her in everything else sheâs been in but she made it such a hard watch. Maybe itâs because she reminds me of my grandma in the worst way lol, but I finished it for you anon sorry this was a little rushed Anyways, hope you enjoy lovelies Summary: Your neighbor went back in time and dragged someone back with him. He's irritatingly polite and far too interested in your way of life. What are you meant to do when you fall for a man who was never even supposed to meet you?
âHello, madam, please I need your help!â
Youâre used to crazies, it is New York after all. But theyâre not usually shouting at you through your window. Especially not when youâre on the sixth floor. You look away from your coffee and glance towards the fire escape.Â
Thereâs an oddly dressed man with red eyes waving at you through the dirty glass. You offer him a tentative wave back and he nods aggressively. âYes, hello, I need your assistance.â
âUm,â you shake your head, âSorry, I donât have any drugs dude.â
âNo,â he places his hands pathetically on the glass and shakes his head. âPlease, I have been kidnapped.â Finally, you take a step closer to him. You can tell now that his eyes arenât reddened from any medicinal fun, he probably got pepper sprayed.Â
Your friend did it to you once when you tried to surprise her on her birthday and youâll never forget just how awful you looked afterwards. You can see him a bit more clearly now. Whatever odd costume heâs got on, it looks good. Genuine and clean.Â
Not like most of the street performers you see in Times Square. Besides, he doesnât have that maddened look in his eye that makes you worry heâs going to come inside and kill you. Tentatively, you open the window.Â
Heâs leaping through in a second and you jump back with a yelp. He turns towards you and his eyes widen before he quickly turns away. âMy good lady, where are your pants?â
âUh,â you glance down at the oversized shirt youâre wearing and the tiny shorts underneath. Admittedly, itâs a little skimpy, but youâre not walking around naked. Youâve heard of committing to the bit, but this is a bit much. âOn,â you tell him, walking around him and trying to stand close to the phone.Â
âMaâam-â Heâs cut off as someone slams their fist on your front door. You keep a weary eye on the man while you unlock your door.Â
âHey,â Stuart smiles at you. His eyes drift slightly past your shoulder and he goes barging into your apartment. âLeopold! What did I say?â
You huff and glare at Stuartâs frantic back. âThis is yours?â Stuart nods and rushes Leopold out the door. You donât miss the pleading, while slightly scandalized, look he sends you.Â
You slam the door closed behind them, shaking your head and going back to your morning paper. You doubt youâll be seeing him around again.Â
You know, itâs just your luck that your upstairs neighbor is a scientist, one who happens to dabble in the art of time travel. And itâs just your luck that he had to fall down a damn elevator shaft.Â
Now, according to him, you have to care for someone from a different century so he can make it back to his time portal in, well, in time. This is fucking ridiculous. âIâm going to kill you, Stuart.â
âLook, theyâre going to take my phone but he really cannot-â
It goes silent on the other end. You shout his name a few times but hear nothing in response. You assume the hospital staff has finally gotten sick of his shenanigans and has taken his phone. You slam your handset down with a huff and look towards the living room. Leopold hasnât sat down since you walked in and itâs unsettling.Â
âSo,â you start and his attention snaps towards you. â1876, huh?â
He nods and you roll your eyes with a scoff. âOh, this is insane. This is insane,â you mutter to yourself, walking towards Stuartâs door. Leopold gives you a concerned look before quickly following after you. Thereâs a part of you, and you hate that part, that actually believes some of this.Â
Stuart is a brilliant, though flawed, scientist. You donât doubt that he might have actually unlocked the secret to traveling back to the past, but itâs such an insane idea to try and wrap your head around.Â
âCome on, weâre leaving.â You know that Stuart doesnât want him out of the house. Tough. Youâre not going to just stay inside and wait until he can supposedly go back to the past. You donât give Leopold any time to process your answer, already out the door and heading towards the stairs.Â
âYou know,â he starts as he catches up to you. âYou are quite rude.â Your first instinct is to snap back at him. But you take a breath and stop yourself.Â
Youâre desensitized, ridiculously used to just how awful New Yorkers can be to each other. And whether this man is truly from the past or not is up for debate. But he is polite and earnest, and you have no reason to be a bitch to him.Â
âIâm,â the words are hard to come by but you force them out anyway, âIâm sorry.â He looks genuinely surprised by the apology and it only makes you feel worse. âThis is just an insane idea to try and grasp.â
He chuckles softly, smiling as he glances down at his feet. âYes, how do you think I feel?â
Youâre sure itâs not his intention, but you only feel like more of an ass. If this is hard for you, whatever he's going through is a hundred times worse. You werenât forcefully ripped out of your own time and shoved into another you donât understand. Heâs still trying to comprehend the television.
Though, youâre sure being a scientist has helped him in marginally understanding how all of this is possible. âHow do you like the future?â It sounds awkward and stiff, but you havenât had to talk to anyone in a really long time.Â
Your interactions are pretty limited at the book shop considering no one ever comes in. They all order online nowadays and all you really have to worry about is organizing shelves. Youâre embarrassingly rusty when it comes to conversing.Â
And his propensity towards eloquence only makes you feel worse. âI must admit, some of your inventions have been quite fascinating. Iâm especially fond of your showers.â
Your face scrunches slightly at the mention of hygiene and you nod, âI bet.â Before either of you can attempt to salvage this horrible attempt at conversation your phone starts ringing. âHold on one second,â you tell him. You walk a few feet away from him but you can still feel his eyes boring into your back as you move away.Â
âHello?â
Thereâs a frantic shout of your name down the line and then the distinct jingling of keys. âI need you to cover the shop. Marcy just went into labor and Iâve got to go!â Paul doesnât give you a chance to respond before he hangs up.Â
Your jaw gapes and you stare down at your phone with shock. You know Paul and his wife had been expecting, but had it really already been nine months? Has your life become so monotonous and dull that nine months doesnât even register for you?
Itâs a depressing thought. One youâd rather not linger on. âWhat was that?â
You scream, though the people passing by donât pay you any mind, and jump away from Leopold. âJesus, where the hell did you come from?â
Leopold flinches away from you and his face is just as aghast as yours. âGood heavens, what is the matter with you? Do you respond to anything as a sensible woman might?â
âI resent that.â You tell him bitterly. Though, he does make a good point. Youâve been on edge constantly. You always seem to be more anxious than you are happy. Itâs not a good state to perpetually exist in. âI need to go into work.â
You donât want to outright say that he needs to go back to the apartment. It feels a little mean, but youâre hoping heâll catch onto your tone of voice.Â
His entire demeanor perks up and he smiles at you. âWonderful, I am dreadfully curious as to what you do.â
You open your mouth to correct him, let him know heâs not coming. But heâs staring at you with such hopeful eyes that you cannot find it in yourself to turn him down. He seems so excited, youâre sure he wonât be when he gets to your cluttered little bookshop. You let out a weary sigh, âFine. Okay.â
You walk towards the curb, hoping to hail a cab. But Leopoldâs hand gently wraps around your elbow and tugs you in the opposite direction. Your eyes widen in response to his boldness. You thought touching a woman he wasnât courting would cause someone like him to combust. Seems he didnât mind breaking the rules sometimes.Â
You make a mental note of that for later. You donât know what youâre going to do with the information, but you find it intriguing. Maybe the modern world was rubbing off on him more than heâd like to admit.Â
âWe should take this,â he stops you in front of a horse-drawn carriage and you immediately begin to shake your head.Â
âNo, Leopold, these are just tourist traps-â
He doesnât let you finish, opening the carriageâs door and gently nudging you inside. âNonsense! This is far more enjoyable than those yellow monstrosities.â
âTaxi,â you correct. You turn towards the carriage driver and give him directions to your bookshop. âInk and Tea on Fifth.â He nods and the carriage rolls forward with a lurch. You grip the cushioned seats and pray you donât get motion sickness.Â
âInk and Tea?â Leopold inquires. âAre you a journalist?â
You smile and shake your head. âNo, nothing so fancy. I just help take care of an old bookshop. They were supposed to extend the shop when it first opened. They were going to build a space for people to get pastries or drink tea, but it never happened and the owner was too lazy to change the name.â
It feels a little humiliating to be talking about your minimum-wage job to a renowned scientist. Heâs invented or is going to, elevators. He doesnât care about your stupid shop. But he doesnât look particularly judgy of you. If anything he seems to be endeared to you the more you talk.Â
Normally, youâre oblivious to these sorts of things. But itâs nearly impossible for him to hide. Heâs not shy with his attraction, never taking his eyes off of you and hanging onto your every word. Youâre not used to such outward attention.Â
You look out of the carriage, pretending to take in views youâve already seen a thousand times. âThis city is incredible,â he wonders aloud. His awe is palpable.Â
Your nose wrinkles and you shrug. âItâs dirty and the people are intolerable.â
âMust you always be so pessimistic?â You snap your mouth shut and feel embarrassment creeping around you. Youâve never had someone point out when youâre being negative, but he has a point.Â
You used to view the city through the same rose-colored glasses. Somethingâs broken inside you in recent years that has just taken the joy out of life. Everything is grey to you now, until Leopold, nothing spectacular has ever really happened to you.Â
The carriage comes to a stop outside the shop before you can respond to him. You want to deny what he says, but you canât. Your attitude is almost always unnecessary. You think sometimes you might just be trying to see if everyone feels as miserable as you do or if thereâs just something wrong with you.Â
âCome on,â you tell him, getting out and paying the driver. He wanders towards the shop, eyeing the displays in the window curiously.Â
âThese are wonderful,â he tells you, pointing to the way youâd made the books look like theyâre floating above the shelves. It was just some silly little thing youâd tried to get more people in the shop. Itâd worked for about a month.Â
âI did that,â you unlock the door to the shop and open it for him. But he doesnât walk in immediately, instead, he lingers in the doorway. He offers you a soft smile and you canât help but return it.Â
âYouâre more creative than you give yourself credit for.â
Your eyes widen as you watch him walk inside. He keeps making these oddly astute observations about you and itâs throwing you off your game. You barely know this man and youâve always been good at keeping yourself aloof and vague. Yet, he seems to read you like youâre wearing your heart on your sleeve.Â
âFeel free toâŚâ heâs already made himself comfortable somewhere in the back and you trail off. âLook around,â you finish lamely. His form is lost somewhere in stacks of books and cluttered shelves.Â
You know most of the classics and history books are kept towards the back. You wonder if heâs reminiscing or getting a headstart before he gets back to his time. You smile at the thought and walk behind the counter, sitting on the stool and preparing to finish off the rest of the day.
Leopold is still somewhere lost to you an hour later. Occasionally youâll hear a page flip or the clatter of a book being reshelved, but there are no other signs of life. Not until the bell above the door rings.Â
âClark,â you smile, sitting up straighter as your friend walks through the door. âWhatâre you doing here?â
He gives you a crooked grin and shrugs. Just over his shoulder, you can see Leopoldâs head pop over a shelf, he looks between you both, eyes narrowing with disdain. âPaul told me youâd be here, figured you might want some company.â
âActually-â you start, but another voice cuts you off.Â
âLeopold Mountbatten,â he comes around the corner, hand outstretched as he comes in between you and Clark. âAnd who might you be?â
Your brows furrow in confusion at the interaction. Leopold seems oddly hostile and Clark looks strangely caught off guard. âUm, Clark. Nice to meet you, man.â He shakes Leopoldâs hand but his grip is weak and it only lasts for one awkward half-second.Â
Itâs uncomfortable to watch them try and interact and it only gets worse when they turn towards you. Clearly, they want you to tell them who the hell the other guy is. But you feel like that might just make the situation worse.Â
Besides, you were pretty content with it just being you and Leopold, you donât need Clark coming in here and riling things up. âYou know, Clark, Iâm set here. You can just go home.â Your tone leaves no room for argument but you know he wants to.Â
âAlright, Iâll just call you later, I guess.â He throws one last skeptical look at Leopold before finally slinking back out of the shop.Â
âNeither of you should be alone without a chaperone present.â Leopold bluntly scolds you without even waiting a second before Clark is gone. It catches you off guard and you scoff.Â
You motion between the two of you, âWe donât have a chaperone.âÂ
Leopold shrugs, âYes, well, Iâm not courting you.â It shouldnât, because heâs right, but that stings. He is attractive, surprisingly so. You have this odd belief that anyone from his century had to be at least a little ugly. But heâs near perfect.Â
Hearing him tell you so bluntly that youâre not courting hurts a little. Though, you canât blame him. You must be dramatically different than the women heâs used to. From your manners to how you dress, youâre practically an alien.Â
You stand up from behind the counter and walk towards the cart of books that need to be shelved. âClark is a friend. Nothing more.â Youâve never once been romantically interested in your friend. Heâs attractive, but heâs not really your type.
Apparently, British men from the nineteenth century are. Which does not bode well for your romantic prospects once Leopold is back home. âIt is plain for anyone to see how he wants you. Donât let yourself be blinded by naivete.â
âNaivete?â you scoff and turn around to glare at him. âDonât pretend to know anything about me, alright? Iâm not some maiden in a frilly dress who needs a chaperone.â You can see that your words affect him. He looks a little taken aback by your anger and so are you.Â
Itâs misplaced. Youâre not mad at him, just mad that you even like him. âJust go read or something, Leopold.â You dismiss him more rudely than necessary and hide yourself behind a few shelves. The rest of your workday is spent in a tense silence that makes your stomach churn.Â
Youâre nearly ready for bed when something slips under your door with a slight whoosh. You turn towards it, frowning when you see a little envelope with a wax seal on the ground. You pick it up and let your finger slip under the paper, opening it to find a letter with your name on it inside.Â
The handwriting is impeccable, with a gracefulness to it that youâve never seen before. You donât have to read for very long to know who it's from. Leopold writes poetry about the color of your eyes and the way your lips curl when you smile. And then he ends it with a vague, nearly ominous, invitation to dinner.Â
You canât help but smile to yourself, changing out of your pajamas and slipping into something a little nicer. A few minutes later youâre climbing out your window and taking the stairs up the fire escape to the roof.Â
You donât believe your ears at first, thinking the music must be coming from another apartment. But when you make it up to the roof thereâs a violin player there waiting for you. He smiles happily at you as you approach.Â
You spin in a slow circle, taking in the sheer amount of flowers littered around the roof. You donât know how he managed to afford all of this. He transformed the barren and empty rooftop into your own little paradise. Candles lit and a live musician playing for you.Â
Youâve never had anyone do something like this for you, ever. Itâs a little hard to accept that someone would be willing to put this much effort in for you. âI wasnât entirely sure you would come.â
You turn around and Leopold is waiting behind you, that familiar smile playing on his lips. You arenât aware of the grin forming on your face in response. You donât have much control over that when youâre with him.Â
âWhy wouldnât I?â
He looks like he wants to respond but at the last moment thinks better of it. He instead pulls your chair out for you, helping you into your seat. âThis is nice,â that feels too underwhelming a word for such an incredible gesture.Â
You sigh and frown as you try and find the right words. You donât notice him sitting down across from you. You only look up when you feel him placing his hand on your own. âItâs alright,â he assures you.Â
Itâs still so odd how he can know you so well after such little time. âThis is incredible,â you tell him, undeterred by his attempts to soothe you. âNo oneâs ever done something like this for me.â
He looks like he takes personal offense to that and it makes you laugh. âYou deserve far more than this. Sadly, it seems Stuartâs pockets do have limits and Iâm afraid I would have put him into debt if Iâd gone any further.â
You have the perfect mental image of Stuart coming back from the hospital only to find his science project has robbed him. It makes you laugh and you squeeze his hand once before drawing it back into your lap. He lets his touch linger on you for a long moment, seemingly reluctant to pull away.Â
âNo,â you tell him, âthis is perfect.âÂ
You fall into a comfortable silence for a little while. Conversation mostly drifting toward what his life was like as a duke. You donât have much to say about your own life. Itâs been incredibly normal and youâre a little sad to find that you donât have one good thing to share with him.Â
Nothing comes to the front of your mind.Â
Inevitably, you drift into the topic youâd both been so adamantly avoiding. âHas Stuart said when youâd need to return?â
Leopoldâs grip on the fork tightens and for a moment he refuses to meet your eye. âMonday, Iâm afraid.â
âOh,â your eyes widen and you feel something burning at the back of your throat. Monday, the same Monday thatâs two days away.Â
âDance with me,â the suddenness of the demand catchers you so off guard that you forget the tears. He stands, holding out his hand to you. You almost say no, you canât remember the last time you danced and you doubt itâs going to be pretty.Â
But he whispers your name and something about his tone tells you to take the chance while you have it. You slip your hand into his, letting him pull you to your feet. He doesnât sweep you off your feet and dance the night away.Â
Instead, he holds you close and you sway together. Like moving even an inch away from each other would hurt. âYou could come with me,â he tells you. And you know immediately what heâs talking about.Â
You also know it could never happen. Going to the nineteenth century is insane. Even considering it should be enough to have you sent to a psych ward somewhere. Especially not for a man youâve known for less than a month.Â
You try and tell him that you canât, but he stops you. âI know, a preposterous idea. I just wanted to think about it.â You look up at him and find that you canât take that away from him. Thereâs nothing wrong with imagining what it could be like with him. Even when you know it can never happen.Â
You dance like that for a little while longer, swaying against each other while the violin plays in the background. He whispers your name and when you gaze up at him this time, thereâs a certain look in his eye that you know is reflected in your own.Â
He dips down, lips caressing yours gently before heâs pushing more firmly against your own. The world stops. Cliche, youâre aware. For the first time in years, though, youâre alive. You feel something other than the dull monotony of life. You feel excited and terrified all at once. Because you know you can never have this feeling again.Â
You will never meet another man like Leopold who ignites this spark of life and passion within you. Never has a man been able to make you doubt every decision youâve ever made with just a kiss, but here he is.Â
Your arms lift like you might try and draw him in closer. His hands come up, taking yours in his gentle hold and squeezing. He pulls away from you and reality comes crashing back down. Youâre not in love, you canât be. Youâve only just met him a few days ago.Â
Yet, here you are, wondering if you might actually want to leave everything behind to be with him like the great romances authors write about. He smiles at you and thereâs a bittersweetness to it, a final farewell that you know will break whatever is left of your heart.Â
He lifts your knuckles to his lips, pressing his lips against them like he never wants to part. âGoodnight,â he whispers your name and backs away from you. You watch him go, watch him leave, unable to muster up any words for him.Â
You canât think of anything that would ease this gnawing ache inside of you. Nothing to soothe the pain for either of you. You let him go because you know if you asked him to stay he would. And how selfish of you would it be to let history unravel simply because you fell in love?Â
Monday. It is Monday. Youâve been coming to terms with that all weekend. You don't want to think about the fact that Leopold will be gone tonight. Your time together was so brief but you feel like youâre never going to get over losing him.Â
Before the night was over on Sunday, a note was slipped under your door. This handwriting was messy, it made you think someone other than Leopold had written it down, but you donât know who it could have been.Â
It was a date and time, jump off the Brooklyn Bridge at this time on Monday night. Only an idiot would jump off a bridge because of an ominous note slipped under her door. But you havenât been able to take your eyes off of it, not since you first picked it up.Â
Leopold had invited you to go with him. And while you might not have said no, the insinuation was clear. Your eyes dart to your clock. If you left now, you could still make it in time. What an absolutely ridiculous thought.Â
So, why are you running out the door without locking it? Why do you not care who slips into your home now? Thereâs this sense of finality within you that lets you know youâre never going to see that place again and thatâs okay.Â
You never truly felt comfortable in your life. You always thought a part of yourself was missing. Or that you were always running late for something. You think you understand what you were feeling now.Â
The thing youâve been searching for your whole life wasnât halfway across the world, a hundred thousand miles from you. He was on the wrong side of time, or you were, at least.Â
You manage to snag a taxi to get to the bridge but thereâs a traffic jam. Youâre forced to jump out of the car and run through the different lanes of blocked traffic. People shout at you. Your cab driver screaming after you about your fare. You donât care, the only thing you can think about is the note crumpled in your hands and the clock counting down how long you have to jump.Â
Youâll either be on the news tomorrow as an unfortunate suicide. An idiot who accidentally threw herself off the wrong side of the bridge. Or, youâll see Leopold again.Â
You reach the ledge and you canât hesitate. If you do, you wonât jump in time. You close your eyes, holding your breath like youâre jumping into your neighborâs pool. Air rushes around you, whipping at your hair and skin violently.Â
Itâs not until you hear someone shouting down at you that you realize youâre not dead. Youâre lying in the middle of a dirt road, a group of people staring down at you with concern in their eyes.Â
You only have to take in the clothes theyâre wearing to know youâve made it. Before they can react youâre leaping to your feet and running off. You know youâre near the Brooklyn Bridge, or where itâs supposed to be at least. You know enough about the area to remember where Leopoldâs house is supposed to be.Â
Youâre covered in sweat and red mud. The people you pass by in the streets hide behind their hands and whisper about you. Youâre not making a good impression on your future neighbors, thatâs for sure. But, honestly, all you care about is making it back to him.Â
You see people congregating outside his uncleâs home. You know thereâs a party inside, that heâs supposed to be announcing who his wife will be. You barrel through the people outside, shoving through the crowd and running up the steps of the house.Â
You can hear Leopoldâs voice as you run, âThe woman Iâm going to take as my wife is-â
Thereâs a loud gasp as you come panting into the room. You canât catch your breath long enough to speak but it doesnât matter. The crowd is parting around you and Leopold is smiling down at you. He says your name and thereâs nothing else that matters about the world around you. Not when you finally found each other.Â
end. â I do not own the characters or the movie Kate & Leopold, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
#leopold mountbatten x reader#leopold mountbatten x you#kate and leopold#I just know this is going to flop lol#hugh jackman#hugh jackman x reader#anon
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-emo beomgyu as your jealous bestfriend to boyfriend!
parings: beomgyu x fem reader
plot: heavily inspired by eli goldsworthyâs manic episode in degrassi, (and very old post i had up on my old account)
warnings: cursing, mentally ill/lovesick oreo gyu, sweet reader whoâs a pushover, smut, jealous gyu, bestfriend to lover troupe, beomgyu is a bit toxic, beomgyu corrupts reader, reader is also mentally ill with a low self esteem if you squint, sub reader & dom gyu
âso how do i look?â youâd spin in your outfit you had planned out for the night, making beomgyuâs head shot up from the manga he was reading titled nana
beomgyuâs breath hitches at the back of his throat. âyou look pretty really prettyâ his big brown eyes trail up and down your frame. âwhy are you wearing black though? i mean it looks good donât get me wrong but itâs just so not youâ
youâd roll your eyes playfully at his comment, internally squealing at how beomgyu knew you so well. âi know this is going to sound so dumb but the guy iâm going on a date with only really likes goth girlsâ
beomgyuâs heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at your admission, youâre going out on a date? with a guy? a guy who wasnât him?
âa date with a guy who doesnât even like who you are? seriously y/n?â beomgyu did knew you had low self esteem but he didnât know it was this lowâ
youâd frown at the blunt response, âi know i know i sound so pathetic but if i donât mirror the people i like then how can i ever get them to like me?â
the scowl on beomgyuâs face falls, his eyes softening with pity at your words. how could you not see that he was in love with you? the emo boy would literally die for you â no scratch that beomgyu would kill bare hand slaughter anyone who even thought about you in a negative light yet youâre seriously convinced you couldnât pull anyone with your personality alone?
beomgyu was about to speak up until your phone rings, a message from the mystery man that was outside your house waiting to escort you to a date and this made the manic emo boyâs blood boil
how dare he takes you away from him? how was that fair?
beomgyu groans loudly after waving you goodbye, waiting patiently on your soft fluffy bed resisting the urge to spam your phone with hundreds of messages and phone calls. hating how you chose some stranger over him
was he not good enough? did the black attire scare you off?
the feeling of impulsiveness rushes through beomgyuâs already wrecked headspace, grabbing his cellphone in a hurry. not being able to stop himself from doubleâ no triple texting you in a row.
miss you >:( 8:10 pm
are you having that much fun without me? itâs been two minutes and you havenât respond telling me how much you miss me too 8:12 pm
i really miss you 8:13 pm
beomgyu letâs out a sigh in frustration, contemplating on the back and forth idea of taking out his anger on your sanrio plushies but he breathes in excitement at the sound of his phone going off.
noooo im not having that much fun without you! i miss you too! 8:13 pm
>:( i hate when you leave me all alone you know 8:13 pm
im sorry ): iâll make it up to you kay? stay up for me! mwah :3 8:14 pm
MWAH ^_^ <3!! 8:14 pm
WOAH WE KISSED! <3 >:D 8:14 pm
a little bit over a month passes since your night out, and you were currently sobbing on beomgyuâs shoulder. âi-i donât know what happened i thought everything was going so well but he completely ghosted me when i bought up not wanting anything casual!â
âwhatâs wrong with me beomgyu? why doesnât anyone seem to like me after the honeymoon phase? am i that terrible?â you went on a ramble squeezing onto your bestfriend for dear life.
beomgyu couldnât ignore the slight pang of guilt in his chest as he held you in his arms, knowing how much it would kill you if you found out the reason why you canât keep a relationship to save your life was because of him. beomgyuâs overbearing clinginess being a huge turn off to any guy you were talking to.
and since you were super trusting of your friend you never really saw how beomgyu was responsible for your bad luck in dating. this cycle resulting in your low self esteem eventually, often leaving yourself to do a lot of self blaming. wondering, going back and forth with your yourself on why things with literally anyone who showed you any romantic interest always went to shit
am i not pretty enough? am i that boring?
âhey hey so what if the guy doesnât want to take things to the next level with you? the guys a total loser anyway did you see how beat his car was? youâre telling me you want to settle for someone whoâs broke?â beomgyu chuckles trying to use humor to lighten up your pitiful mood
youâd sniffle, âb-but did you see the way he looked at me? it felt nice to be liked and not lusted forâ and this made beomgyu chuckle to himself, lazily stroking your hair in an attempt to console you.
if only you knew how much beomgyu liked youâ no loved you
âand iâm sure thereâs ton of guys out there who will like you instead of lusting over you babyâ beomgyu grins looking down at your face was buried in his scrawny chest
âr-really?â your head shoots up from the emo boyâs warm embrace, your eyes glimmering hopeful âyou really think so gyu? you think anyone could love me?â you always craved beomgyuâs validation and reassurance
another thing you longed for was beomgyu liking you back, but heâs beomgyu and youâre well youâre youâ
beomgyu laughs at your cute question, shaking his head causing his shaggy hair to bounce off his head. âare you kidding? of course i think anyone could love you and if they donât then theyâre a total dumbassâ
what beomgyu really wanted to say was how he loved you, but the idea of someone as sweet as you dating a total mess of a man like him made the oreo haired boy feel sorry for you
youâd let out a wince, at the feeling of your bestfriend above you stretching out your pink gummy insides. clinging onto the males shoulder blades for dear life. âbeomgyu c-can you be more gentle?â
beomgyu softens his blissed out gaze on you, basking in at how tiny you look compared to him and how pretty you looked laid on your back. you reminded the man of a princess.
beomgyu whimpers a nod at your words, his pace slowing down to a gentle rhythm. leaning down to close the gap between you both pulling your soft lips into a sweet kiss savoring the way you tasted like strawberry lip balm.
âdoes that feel better princess? im not hurting you too much now right?â beomgyu bangs flopped down his eyes making you giggle at the action
ân-no itâs not hurting anymore i feel really good..â you moan sweetly, loving at how beomgyu was checking up on you. âthank you for making sure my first time was with someone who loves me even if it was just in a friend wayâ youâd smile up at the emo boy bringing him down to your face for a hug
beomgyu mentally face palms, stuffing his face in the crook of your neck. the oreo haired boy drowning into your strawberry pound cake scent, wanting to scream at you in frustration. what kind of virgin takes another virginâs virginity just because they loved them as a friend? are you really that fucking dumb?
a few weeks by and you had another date with another mystery man, and beomgyu was not happy.
after all the comforting words he told you how could you not see that he was in love with you? how could you possibly throw yourself at any guy who paid you attention?
beomgyu was tired of being nice and patient with you, and without thinking he immediately gets in his car to blow off some steam. imagining the hands belonging to your date dragging its way to your figure, cringing at the idea of you underneath another man cumming around his cock and such
beomgyu was so lost in the idea of you abandoning him for this new guy he didnât realize he was driving straight into a tree, his eyes widening before the world around him went dark
âyou cameâ beomgyu weakly smiles waking up as he senses you grabbing onto his hand
youâd sniffle back a few tears, seeing your bestfriend in such horrible condition and this made you feel very guilty. maybe if you were at home with beomgyu he wouldnât have felt so bored at the house and he wouldnât have gotten into his car resulting in his accident
âof course i came, i came as soon as i heardâ fat tears fall down your face in relief when you examine beomgyuâs cuts face and saw that his cute werenât severe. but the mere thought of beomgyu leaving you was too much
âim so sorry i should have never went out tonightâ i should have just stayed indoors with you playing that stupid video game you like what what was it?â you cried trying to remember
âdead by daylightâ beomgyu laughs at your crying state
âyes that! iâve been so self absorbed i didnât stop and realize that you need to come first im really sorry beomgyuâ youâd rabble going into a fit of sobs, blaming yourself over and over again for this happening
âitâs okay seriously i just have a few cuts thatâs allâ beomgyu assures you, showing off the bandages around his body
âi know but i still feel so guilty..â
âdonât beâ
youâd wipe your tears away with a dry laugh, âi donât even know why i continue to go onto these dates when itâs you i want to be withâ youâd admit blushing profoundly
âyou what?â
âim sorry terrible timing i know but i almost lost you tonight so i might as well come cleanâ youâd laugh more genuine this time
âi like you tooâ
âyou what?â
âyou heard me, just shut up and help me home will you?â
a/n: this made me miss my ex.. enjoy enjoy
#lyricalâs garden đ#coquette#txt#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt headcanons#txt imagines#txt smut#txt x reader#txt beomgyu#txt reactions#yandere txt#txt post#emo boyfriend
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need you now | 2 |
in which readers true feelings are revealed.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings/tags: angst again (whoops) miscommunication (itâs short dw) fluff, reader is hungover lol, spencer is handsomely disheveled (moans) mentions of blueberry muffins being readers favourite type of muffin (sorry for not being vague but also if you donât like blueberry muffins??? why) some tears, some swearing, some kissing, suggestiveness at the end of you squint (WHOOPS *evil smirk*) no use of y/n!! wc: 2.1k a/n: call me slim shady because i am back!!! i procrastinated writing this because i was scared everyone was secretly judging my writing and actually hated it and a second part would be a stupid idea but THEN i realised that was a little bit silly so im here B) part one got over 1000 notes (INSANE) all the support has been so so lovelyâevery note, reblog, and comment means the world to me, thank you!! i hope this part is okayy, feedback is always appreciated :) i hope you enjoy it you choose to read!!! <3 p.s kissing scenes are so difficult to write, i think i done absolutely awful!!!so letâs ignore thatâŚ. if you havenât already and youâd like to, you can read part one here!
Your eyelids twitched as the early morning sun filtered through your bedroom. What was usually a calming wake-up call now felt like being blinded.
You burrowed your face into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to dull the throbbing in your head. This is why you didnât drink often.
Asides from the obvious headache and nausea, you always seemed to wake up with a sense of dread; âhangxietyââa friend had called it once. It was creeping up on you now, and even though you werenât sure exactly what you had done, you knew it was bad. You flipped onto your back, fixing your gaze to the ceiling as if it could tell you what irreparable mistakes you had made last night.
It couldnât, of course. The only thing you had realised is that you should probably coat it in a new layer of paint soon.
âHowâre you feeling?â
You shot up, eyes widening at the sight of a man in your doorway. A man whose sleepy voice and disheveled hair threatened to make you melt, but a man who should not be in your doorway, nonetheless; Spencer.
Your brain was quick to supply you with information then, your memory coming back in hazy remnants. You were upset so youâŚcalled Spencer for the first time in months. Yikes. He didnât answer so you turned to a bottle of high end whiskey insteadâyikes, againâand passed out on your couch, only to wake up to your ex-boyfriend in your apartment. Cue more sobbing, a pathetic attempt at askingâno, more like beggingâhim to get back together with you, and that was it. Well, mostly. There was also the promise of discussing your breakdown in the morning. The morning, which was now.
What the fuck.
âLike Iâve been napalmed.â You werenât sure you were just referring to your raging hangover.
That prompted a raspy kind of chuckle from him and Jesus Christâyou really shouldnât have called, because it was going to be infinitely harder to watch him leave when he inevitably told you you were sad loser who needed to get a grip and move onâexcept, heâd be a lot nicer than that, wouldnât he? Because even if things were over between you, he was still the sweetest person you had ever met and heâd never say anything to intentionally hurt you. Maybe things would be easier if he did. If he wasnât so sickeningly perfectâif he just insulted you in the way you were certain you deserved, then maybe youâd get over him quicker.
âSo, I-ah-uberâd breakfastââ
Your inner turmoil came to a screeching halt at those words.
âYou uberâd? You?â
He scoffed, a light blush dusting his cheeks.
âThe teamâs been very into it lately and I always finish my paperwork first so it only makes sense that Iâstop laughing! I can uber!â
âSorry! I just canât imagine the great Doctor Reid stooping to the levels of a fast food delivery app. Do you ever order to the wrong place?â
âNo.â he said, unconvincingly. âWell, only onceââ
You were laughing again.
He whined, turning on his heel.
âJust take your aspirin and hurry up!â He grumbled petulantly as he left the room, but you could hear the smile in his voice.
After a quick freshen up and taking the pills placed on your bedside tableâas per his requestâyou padded through to the living room, joining Spencer on the couch.
You gasped delightedly as he pulled out muffins from a brown paper bag. To be more specific, blueberry muffins; your favourite.
âDid you know that blueberries are good for fighting hangovers? Theyâre rich in vitamin C, which helps break down and metabolise blood alcohol. Muffins too, theyâwhat? Do I have something on my faceââ
âNo! No, sorry,â You had been caught staringâogling, more like. âI just missedâŚthat.â
âWhat? My incessant rambling?â He was joking, but you could hear the insecure twinge in his voiceâthe one that told him he was too much. Over the course of your relationship, you had showed him that he didnât have to think like that around youâthat he was never too much; he was perfect in your eyes. You hated that he doubted that now.
âYes, actually.â You tried to keep your tone light, unserious. But there was nothing unserious about just how badly you had missed the man sitting beside you. How you could hear his voice in your mind when you drove late at night, giving you statistics on accidents. Or how on other late nights, you swore you could feel his hands ghosting over your skinâonly to find out it was your imagination.
If he could see how truthful you were being, he didnât acknowledge it, turning his attention back to the coffee table.
âIâll, um, save you the facts on how beneficial coffee is for hangovers, anyway.â He smiled awkwardly, shuffling a paper coffee cup to where your muffin sat.
âThank you,â you mumbled, âfor the coffee, not the withholding of informationâiâm a real fiend for coffee factsâŚespecially when theyâre related to curing hangovers!â You said a little too cheerily, trying to alleviate the awkward tension. Although, that only seemed to make it worse.
Spencer just huffed out a little laugh in response, taking the wrapper off of his muffin.
The rest of breakfast went by in silence. Not the comfortable silence you always seemed to have with Spencerâwhen you were together, you reminded yourselfâbut a strained one. The kind of silence that occurs when thereâs something left unsaid, and youâre just waiting for someone to spit it out.
Spencer broke first.
âSo we should probably talkâŚabout last night.â
You finished the remainder of your coffee, setting the empty cup down before turning your whole body to Spencer, tucking your legs up underneath you.
âRight, yeahâŚâ
A beat passed, Spencerâs eyes darting around your faceâassessing you.
For someone who had imagined this conversation in your mind countless times, you certainly werenât saying much.
âIâuhâŚwas very drunk.â
Something in him shifted, like he was putting up imaginary walls.
âSo you didnât meanâŚany of it?â His brow furrowed, his nose twitching slightly.
âWell no, but Iââ You what? Meant every word you said and more? You couldnât just say that. You had just got a small part of Spencer back and you didnât want to ruin it by coming on too strong.
He waited for you to add something, anything, to show him that maybe, maybe there was a tiny part of you that still wanted him as badly as he wanted you. But you didnât. You just sat there, playing with the fabric of yourâhisât-shirt.
He couldnât do it.
He was so tired of loving people only for them to leave like he had meant nothing to them. Was that all he was to you? Someone you could call when your inhibitions were lowered, looking for comfort? He would do anything to be back in your life again, but he couldnât be a person of convenience; someone you only wanted when you were lonely.
He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing down the tightness in his throat.
âYou were drunk and you got carried away, I get it. I think I better go thoughââ
âWhat? No, Iââ You bobbed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the words necessary to keep him here. There were too many of them and yet none at all. None except for three. Three words that you wished you had the courage to say months ago, or weeks ago, or last night. But you never claimed to be a courageous person, and you werenât about to spill your heart out again only for it to end up in rejection.
Spencer stood, making his way to your bedroom to grab his shoes and coat. He didnât care about his other clothes, he could buy moreâhe just needed out before he broke.
You sat dumbfounded on the couch, willing yourself to do something, say something. It was like you were frozen. And you stayed frozen. As Spencer shuffled around your bedroom, as he returned to the living roomâcompletely avoiding your gazeâeven as he searched for his keys. You hadnât realised he had driven over here. He didnât usually drive unless he had to get somewhere urgently. Were you someone worth seeing urgently to him?
He picked up his keys, heading for your door and only then did you realise how dire the situation was. If he left now you werenât sure he would ever come back.
âNoâwait, Spencer!â You stammered, lunging off the couch to try and stop him. He unlocked the door, moving to leave when you grabbed onto his jacket sleeve.
âPlease donâtâI love you!â
âWhat?â
He turned to face you and you noticed just how wrecked he lookedânot at all dissimilar from how you had for the last few months. Had he looked like that the whole time?
You mustâve been staring because when you came back to your senses he was calling your name exasperatedly.
âDo you mean it?â
You were fed up living like this; harbouring so much love for someone and not being able to express it. Even if he didnât love you back, even if he was over you, you couldnât go another moment without at least telling him how you felt.
âYes,â you heaved, âI love youâI never stopped loving you, I was justâŚâ You knitted your brows together, unsure how to phrase what you were feeling.
âIâve never loved someone the way I love you and thatâsâŚterrifying. I thought the way I felt was wrong, likeâwhen you were on cases, I missed you so much, more than I thought humanely possible andâwell, I never wanted to be the kind of girl to base her happiness on another person because thatâs how you get hurt. So, I thought the only way to combat that was byâŚdistancing myself. I thought if you werenât in my life anymore then Iâd be able to get a grip and become more independentââ you huffed, trying to stop the wobble of your voice. âbut it didnât work, because then I was just missing you twice as much, except I couldnât see you at allââ
âYou couldâve answered my messages, we couldâveââ
âSo you could return your key? Then things would actually be over. Why do you think I ignored your messages?â
âWhy do you think I kept messaging? Angel, I was never going to return that keyâat least not willinglyâI just wanted to see you, to see if you were doing just as horribly without me as I was without you. You know, I couldnât even focus on casesâHotch even suggested I take some time off.â
You frowned, your voice impossibly small. âIâm sorry.â
He took a step toward you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.
âDonât apologise, you were dealing with your emotions in the best way you knew how. I just wishâŚâ he swallowed, his adamâs apple bobbing. âI wish I hadnât let you go so easily.â
His eyes were shining andâGod, you wished you could take it all back. All the pain you had caused him, caused yourself, just because you were too scared to talk about your feelings.
âI wish I hadnât left.â You blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. âYâknow, I read a book on astrophysics because it reminded me of you. I didnât understand any of it but I couldnât put it down. I stillââ you let out a watery chuckle. âstill have it in my bedroom somewhere.â
Spencer smiled, swiping under your eye at a tear that mustâve escaped.
âYeah? Maybe I can read it to youâhelp you understand it.â
âIâd like that.â
You didn't know much about celestial bodies or the ultimate fate of the universe, but you could've sworn you'd seen the stars pictured in that book in Spencerâs eyes when he looked at you.
âSay it again.â He mumbled, tilting his head down so that your faces were just inches apart.
âI love you.â
And then his lips were on yours, impossibly soft and everything you had been missing since you had broken up. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed and all you could do was sigh into him because you knew the feeling.
He leaned back all too soon, resting his forehead against yours.
âWell, I should probably goââ He smirked, but you cut him off before he could continue his teasing.
âYouâre not funny.â
He narrowed his eyes, sucking his teeth.
âI donât know, Iââ
You pressed a firm hand on his chest, bunching the cotton of his t-shirt into a fist.
âStop. Stayâwe can have a pyjama day and maybe for dinner, you can show me just how tech savvy youâve become and uber us some foodââ
He rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut before pressing his lips to yours with more force this time.
âStop talking.â
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Tormented by a Ghost
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
TW: small mention of smut and simon being kinda mean
TY TO MY BETA FOR MAKING THIS 10X BETTER @c-h-a-r-n-i-k
Tired of living with your family, you decide to move out. There's just one problemâ Rent is too costly to afford on your own. You complain about it to your friend, and they tell you that they know someone who's also looking for a roommate and preferably another female. Fantastic!
Your friend gives you her number and ya'll are moving in together by the end of the month. It was great. No nagging parents, no micromanagement, nothing. You loved it. Until your roommate brings her man over. And he's a fucking bully.
--
You're crawling home from a hard day at work, and you want nothing more than some wine on a quiet night. Unlocking the door, you step into the flat. The lights aren't turned on so you assume your roommate isn't home.
Dumping your bag in your room, you make a beeline towards the kitchen. As you're bent over in the fridge, your roommate's door opens.
"Hey,â you call out, "I'm pourin' myself a glass of wine if you're interested!"
Then an assertive, baritone voice speaks from behind you.
"You must be the roommate."
You give an ear-piercing scream as you jump, whipping around to face him with a hand over your racing heart.
"Fuckin' hell! No, it's okay, I don't need my hearin' er nothin'." he scolds.
"What the fuck! I almost flat-lined with my head in the fridge because of you!"
Then you get a good look at him. This monster of a man is a minimum 6'3, with a black balaclava covering his face, a black long-sleeve shirt, and grey sweats. You tried real hard to not ogle the tattoo that stains his exposed left arm. And the grey sweats, we all know why. Cursed be your fetish for thick forearms and big hands.
He leans his head back, looking down his nose at you.
"I think it'd be an improvement," he says, "You face down, I mean," and your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline as he chuckles.
You don't know who he thinks he is, talking to youâa complete strangerâ like that but you aren't about to take his shit.
You sneer. "Fuck you. Yeah, I bet that's the view you get the most. Women willingly turn away to not get a look at your mug. Did my roommate ask you to put that mask on so she could face you during sex?"
He steps forward, his height allowing him to tower over you, and growls out, "You callin' me ugly?"
Smirking, you roll your eyes. Of course.
"I don't see any other reason for you to hide your face. Not that it matters to meâ I'm not the one that has to tolerate it."
His eyes squint at you as he retorts, "I'm quite the opposite."
Opening your mouth, you're about to tell him that he can say whatever helps him sleep at night when your roommate calls out to the big brute in front of you.
"Ghost? What's taking so long?" she asks.
You tried and failed miserably to hide your mocking giggle at hearing his name, and he leers at you in response. "Go on, Ghost. You're being called back into the realm of the dead."
As he steps away, he says with contempt, "Dumb little bird doesn't know what she's talking about," before walking over to your roommate, looping his arm around her shoulders and going into her room.
He probably doesn't even know your name and he laid into you like he's hated you his whole life. After pouring yourself a glass of wine, you shake your head and walk towards your bedroom. Freak.
--
One day, after having your friend with benefits over in the morning for some nice stress relief, you walk him out. And fucking Ghost is sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. You quickly shuffle your friend out the door, face glowing with embarrassment.
Why was he here? Jesus Christ, now he's going to watch you do the walk of shame around the flat. Hopefully, he won't say anything. As you walk away from the door to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, Ghost speaks up.
"Well, that was pathetic."
You hang your head and close your eyes in resignation. Should've known someone as toxic as he wouldn't mind his own goddamn business.
"What now, Ghost?"
He sounds oddly smug as he says, "I've been here for a couple of hours, and I didn't hear anything coming out of your room. Sounds like he doesn't know what to do with a cunt."
Behind gritted teeth, you grind out, "Don't worry about my pussy, bud. You've got yours coming in," and you hold the n as you look at your watch, "30 minutes. Now piss off."
As you stomp away towards your room, the bottle of water all but forgotten, you hear him let out a deep chuckle. He's an asshole. A physically attractive one, sans the face, but still an asshole. You're going to have to get your friend to come over more often if Ghost is going to continue being around with those jacked arms and deliciously tight grey sweats.
Sucking your teeth, you make a mental note to ask your roommate why she gave him a key to your shared flat without asking.
--
A week later, your roommate has Ghost over and you figure it'd be a good time to get some action yourself. You send him a text and in less than 20 minutes, you're letting him in. Hugging him, you tell him to go to the bedroom. But he's not paying attention to youâ he's looking directly behind you.
Turning around to look, it's Ghost. Goddamn it. And this time he's shirtless with his arms crossed and a skull mask on. God fucking damn it. Pulling the arm of your friend, he looks down at you and you tell him to go on, that you'll be there soon.
He nods, walking away with one last look at the phantom leaning against your roommate's door. Exhaling a ragged sigh, you turn back to Ghost.
"Can I help you?"
He shakes his head mutely before responding, "No, lovie, but I can help you." You shake your head at his nonsense.
"No. I'm not doing this with you."
You turn to walk away when he speaks again.
"Yer really gonna let him touch you again? He clearly doesn't know what he's doingâ Bedroom's silent as a crypt. Even with those glasses he's got on, he can't find what he should be lookin' for."
Insulted for your friend, you face Ghost with a disbelieving look on your face.
"You're not seriously standing here trying to cockblock me. Youâ" his audacity has you stammering, "You have no idea what I'm like. Maybe I'm just naturally quiet in bed."
Ghost stares at you for a solid minute before he shrugs and goes back to your roommate.
Unbelievable asshole. Why does he have to look so good shirtless, the berk.
--
You start noticing that Ghost is there a couple of hours before your roommate gets there and you'd think it's weird if you weren't too busy being distracted by the fact that he's always taunting you one way or the other. And then one day, you question him on it.
"You do know your girlfriend won't be home until the evening? It's barely 3."
Ghost turns his head from the TV to look at you and grunts.
"Not my girlfriend." That's news to you.
"Then why you spendin' so much time over here? You're gonna have me thinkin' you like spending time in my delightful presence." you banter with a teasing smile.
Ghost continues to stare at you and the heated look in his eyes confuses you but then he turns back to the TV.
"I can't stand ya, ya daft bint."
You pretend you don't hear the muted tenderness in his voice.
--
And on a sunny day, it all comes crashing down. The boys are over again, but this time Ghost is boring holes into the back of your head as you both go into your respective rooms. You're straddling your boy's hips shirtless when you hear your roommate's furious yelling from the other side of the flat and then stomping towards the front door before it slams closed.
After your bedroom door is busted open, the bolt being broken out of the faceplate from the brutal strength behind the forceâ and you're jumping off the bed and crossing your arms over your exposed chest.
It's Ghost and he's staring directly at your friend on the bed.
"No." He stomps over to grab your friend by his shirt and drags him off the bed and towards the front door before tossing him against it with a nasty-sounding slam.
"Get the fuck out."
Your friend is spluttering when Ghost cuts him off.
"If I see you here again, I'm turninâ those silly little glasses," and he taps a lens with his finger, "into contacts. Now get the fuck out. I won't repeat myself." And with that, he trips over his own feet running out the door.
You're standing in the living room. eyes are wide in disbelief. What just happened? There's a moment of silence before Ghost breaks it.
"Your roommate won't be coming back today." He walks over to you picks you up to sit you on the kitchen countertop and lifts his mask over his mouth.
"Now. You're going to come on my tongue before I fuck you and personally test out this 'I'm quiet' theory, pet." You look down at him and sigh.
"I think I'm gonna need a new roommate," you lament.
Pulling the gusset of your knickers to the side, he says, "Don't worry your pretty little head over that. I'll be moving in with you. Also, no. You don't have a choice."
He digs his fingers into your thigh and purrs against your skin, âIf you find it in you to scream, my real nameâs Simon.âÂ
And with the way his usually sharp tongue delicately rubs against your clit, you can't find it in you to argue.
A/N: dreamt of this and it had me in a chokehold.
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eternal sunshine ââ itoshi rin
w.c. 841 content: itoshi rin x fem reader, post-break up angst
ŕźâđźË ŕź ŕłâ・Ë
are you okay?
he keeps asking. that same question appears in your messages a few times a day, a few times too many. it's nice to know he cares, a little bit in the slightest at least, but it doesn't help with the raw aching in the center of your chestâ where all of the affection you hold for rin is struggling to find a place in your body to settle. it's pulling at your skin and tugging your limbs, urging your fingers to type the infamous 'i miss you' that lives in the delusion your heart wants to come true.
but you do miss him.
you really miss him.
you want to move on, but you can't. you can't seem to push past the denial that you aren't together anymore. you broke up. he broke up with you. you aren't a couple. you aren't his girlfriend. you aren't the love of his life. rin will forget about you. he'll forget you. you don't matter.
you're nothing and he's everything.
he holds so much real estate in your chest that you find yourself starting the car, backing onto the street, and heading towards the home you once shared. will you regret this? probably. do you even care anymore? no.
so, when you raise your hand before the door, there's no hesitation, no anxiety seeping from your fingertipsâ just heavy grief that hasn't been processed yet. grief that you're begging to receive closure for; and you're one step closer to that gift when the handle turns, and you're face-to-face with the man who broke your heart.
his eyes look heavy. there isn't an ounce of surprise in them. it's almost as if he was expecting you...
...god, you're so predictable. you're so pathetic and desperate that he knew you'd cave and come. why can't you be strong like him? why can't you move on?
"i can't let you in." rin murmurs. his statement is firm and his body doesn't budge. "this isn't healthy, baby."
in spite of his words, he cups your face. the feeling of his palms is familiar. a touch that your dreams welcome when you can't find sleep, and yearn for the comfort you once shared. his blue gaze has love hidden behind those steely irises. you know it. there has to be some love left in there for you. you can't have just vanished from his heart. that's what you choose to believeâ a perfect example of how you convince yourself to stay stranded in denial despite knowing otherwise.
"let's talk," you beg, "one last time."
"what's left to say?" his voice cracks and rin's strength wavers for a moment. "i can't do this. i'm not cut out for this. i don't have time for a relationship; i've already said all of this, please don't make me say it again."
you can tell he's on the verge of tears, lip quivering and eyebrows furrowed, rin pulls you closer. his hands magnetically find your body and he embraces you in a tight hug. it's selfish. he's leading you on once more and giving you false hope that maybe, this time, the conversation will end differently. he longs for the comfort you bring him, but won't provide that same favor when you ask for it.
it's too much to handle alone. you're tired.
this needs to stop.
"i've just been thinking so much lately." you begin, trying to find some courage. any courage. anything to help. "and i've realized that i put so much into this. i put my all into you. i gave you everything, and i'm notâ i'm just notâ"
"not what?"
a sigh escapes you.
"i'm not enough to convince you to stay."
rin's arms tighten. "you're perfect. you are. i'm the one who's not enough for you. believe meâ"
"how can i?" you interrupt. "if i was perfect, you'd try harder. you'd want to keep me around so we can help each other be better. i hate who i'm becoming without you. i have no one to care for. i have all of these feelings and i don't know where to put them because they just want to feel for you. i'm running around in circles trying to process everything that happened because it was so abrupt, but i just can't do itâ i want you. all i want is you. i don't know who i am anymore. rin please. you can still change your mind. i'm begging. i've begged so many times. let this work, just once. i love you."
his lips are on yours in a split second, deeply kissing you to end your mindless ramble, and his plan works. he shuts you up.
he ends the conversation, once again, with a kiss; never giving a real answer to your questions. never giving a solution to the dilemma. rin just restarts the cycle of manipulation that he doesn't even realize he's doing. you can't let each other go. your efforts will always fail. you'll be stuck in this loop forever. lonely, yet loving him.
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donât cross the line
pairing: ellie williams x reader
warnings: smut (mdni), cheating, angst, mutual masturbation, just morally wrong, mentions of alcohol
Parties in Jackson fucking suck.
Itâs not like youve ever been at a different party, but still. Youâve read about them in the little magazines from the old days you found on patrols. Small blurbs about meaningless celebrities, a concept you barely even understood, drinking themselves to oblivion. Paparazzi pictures of young starlets in black limousines, rappers getting coked up in dark bathrooms. You never really got it. Parties in Jackson were like a parallel universe.
âThey must have made that upâ you told Dina, your best friend and trusty patrol partner. âNopeâ she shrugged. âHeard that Paris Hilton girl was really like that.â
Paris hilton would have hated Jackson parties. A bunch of old people, and a handful of young ones, dancing around to the beat of an old country song, if you could even call that a beat.
You could have responded with a simple âNo thanksâ when Jesse had invited you to tonights party. You could have told him you were tired, busy, sick, he would have left you alone - But you didnât, alas, this is how you found yourself here. Alone, in an old barn, listening to the batshit insane, drunk ramblings of an old fart named Seth.
âRipped that fellaâs throat with just one moveâ Seth mumbled, laughing stupidly at his own words.
âGo â got him real good nâdirty, I tell yaâ
Whoever said ârespect the elderlyâ clearly never met Seth. His breath reeked of whiskey and cigarettes that he traded for food and supplies, and my god, he was standing so close you could see the veins in his yellow tinted eyeballs. You really were too polite for your own good, you thought to yourself, because Ellie would have shoved him away already.
Ellie.
You felt like slapping yourself in the face. What the hell does she have to do with this? Why canât you just let it fucking go already? It truly was desperate, and pathetic, and borderline immoral, the amount you spent thinking about that girl.
So what if she used to be your best friend. So what if she was the first girl who ever made you feel something, even if it was too late. She has a girlfriend, and sheâs not thinking about you, she doesnât care, maybe never has, probably never will. She left you for her, with that useless excuse of âCat doesnât like it when we hang outâ followed by a pathetic âWe can do it in secret, though.â, when she saw your eyes turn glossy and your breath hitch up. Fuck her, and fuck those memories. Fuck all the nights you spent together telling each other your deepest and darkest desires, and especially fuck that time you almost-
âHeyâ
You'd recognize that voice anywhere.
A royal blue flannel button up shirt appeared at the corner of your eye.
âMind if I steal her for a sec, Seth?â
She sounded raspy, laced with that velvety layer her voice had adorned whenever she had a sip or more of Whiskey. When you drank together for the first time, at the ripe age of sixteen, next to a big bonfire and the ever so familiar scent of pine lacing your sense of smell, you told her that she sounds different when sheâs drunk. More mature, somehow. Less fidgety, slower, sultrier. She replayed that sentence over and over again in her head. âSultryâ, she whispered to herself. âI sound sultry.â
Seth cleared his throat, a deep cough escaping his lungs.
âOf course, pretty girl like her shouldnât be around me for too long, might start acting all wild!â The old man threw his hands in the air, and disappeared somewhere in the scarce crowd.
Your heartbeat was faster than normal, but thatâs not new. Not when she was around, anyways.
Ellie stood by your side, hands crossed over her chest. She had a glass of Rum in her hand, not Whiskey. Funny.
âYouâre a Rum type of girl now?â you questioned, never meeting her gaze. If you bothered to look to your side, you would have noticed she was staring.
âFameâs changed me, I guessâ She responded, mixing the fluid in her glass.
One week ago, Ellie went on patrol. One week ago, Ellie killed more infected in one go than anyone else had in years. She was the townâs hero, the infected slayer. Cat even made her a badge. She wasnât wearing it now.
âCat or fame?â you quietly mumbled under your breath.
You werenât spectacularly brave with your words, but one glass of presumably expired white wine made a simple girl go very far.
âHah. Funnyâ she scoffed dryly, earning her Rum another pointless swirl.
âYouâre the towns hero, Iâm the towns comedian, weâre both pretty famous, iâd say.â
Ellieâs gaze was fixed on the wall. She squinted her eyebrows slightly, humming in response. You looked over at her, for just a second, noticing the dim light reflecting in her eyes. She was a sight to behold, the most beautiful girl youâve ever seen. You wish she knew that. You wish you could be the one to tell her.
You inhaled deeply, and it came out so shaky that when you exhaled you were terrified she heard the tremor in your body.
âThankâs for the save, by the wayâ you said quietly, apologetic. You even smiled politely, which was absolutely for nothing, because she wasnât looking at you, avoiding your gaze like the plague.
Itâs not like Ellie and you didnât talk since that night she told you she couldnât see you anymore. Itâs been two whole years. You had to talk, you had to communicate somehow, even if it was through polite smiles and dry conversations during shared patrols. Hell, you even went to Catâs birthday party you somehow were invited to. Dina was practically on her knees begging you to come with her, and who could say no to Dina when she looked at them with those puppy eyes that could tug at a monsters heartstrings?
âYeah, no problem. That manâs a fucking dickheadâ Ellie scoffed, leaned against the bar and crossed her legs.
âWhereâs Cat?â you questioned. Are you sure you only had one glass of wine?
âSheâs not hereâ Ellie responded dryly, seemingly annoyed at your question. She almost tskâd when you asked. She didnât look surprised by your rude antics, maybe you got like this more often than you thought. How about that time you told her youâre surprised Cat didnât pack her a sandwich with a sticker on itâs wrapper during patrol?
âI can tell⌠why?â you inquired. Your own voice was deeper too, it almost matched hers.
âDidnât wanna comeâ Ellie said, stuffing a hand inside her pocket. She was uncomfortable, clearly, and wanted, needed, to make you shut up. Itâs not because your presence annoyed her, Itâs because she knew she was wrong. She knew she fucked up when she ditched you, and if only you knew how it was eating her alive every day. She had to do it, because in her eyes, she would have done something much worse if she hadnât.
Being around you when she wasnât with Cat was hard enough, because she knew she could never have you, that youâd never want her. Not if you knew. You were too smart, and too good, to ever want to be with her. Cat was easy, she didnât ask too many questions. Sheâd lay there for Ellie when Ellie told her to, and she would agree to stop a conversation when it got too personal. When Ellie cried at night, and woke up sweating, she didnât ask why. She let it go, and Ellie knew you never would have. Youâd fucking hate her if you knew. She could have saved the world â and she didnât. He didnât let her. The wounds she had were too deep, they were clawing and tugging at her skin from the inside. Ellie was a tortured soul, and you didnât deserve that. Thatâs why she left, and maybe, thatâs why she was here right now.
âThatâs too badâ you mumbled quietly. You did your best to make it sound genuine, and you failed miserably.
Ellie scoffed.
âYeahâ
You shifted slightly, and walked over to stand right in front of her. You met her eyes for the first time. Those stupid, beautiful emerald eyes.
Ellie looked down, and looked up at you. She swallowed deeply.
âAnywaysâ you sighed. âThink Iâm gonna goâ
âAlready?â she questioned, slamming her Rum filled glass on the bar counter.
âYeah, Iâm cold and it sucks in here, soâ you said, and smiled politely. It really was freezing, and talking to her like this was painful enough.
âLet me walk youâ she blurted.
What?
âHuh?â walk you where? the door? you knew where it was.
She tugged at the loose string on the bottom of her button up. It was ironed, where did Ellie find and iron? Did Maria do it for her? Town hero perks?
âLet me walk you homeâ she repeated, her voice carrying a touch of insistence. Once again, you found yourself captivated by her burning gaze, those eyes that seemed to hold secrets yet to be unveiled.
âI can walk home alone, Ellieâ You huffed, ever the stubborn.
âNoâ she exclaimed.
âMaria said itâs been pretty dangerousâ
âI can have my own back, you know, Iâm not an idiotâ You scoffed. You knew she didnât think you were an idiot, why did she have to walk you home?
âI know that â Just wanna make sure youâre safeâ
âGosh, Ellie thank you! thank you!â You said in the most high pitched voice you could fathom. âThe townâs hero is at it again, everybody!â You exclaimed, slightly raising your voice, earning both of you a few curious looks from the townspeople.
Ellie wasnât embarrassed. She was just annoyed. And she wanted to slap you in the face for being so stubborn.
She grasped your arm with an unexpected forcefulness, pulling you along as she swiftly guided you outside. In the process, you accidentally bumped into a few people, hastily muttering a string of apologetic "sorry" and "excuse me" as you hurriedly tried to navigate through the crowd. You attempted to resist her firm grip, trying to free yourself with a burst of strength, but you found yourself overpowered by her determination.
Once she managed to pull you outside, she finally released her grip on your arm, allowing you a brief respite from her firm hold.
âYou are not walking me anywhere, Williamsâ you scoffed. What made her think you needed her help?
âYouâve always been so fucking stubbornâ she turned to face you. Her hands were on her hips. Her face wore the same expression she did when you went on your first patrol together, when you insisted on going left, even though she knew you had to go right.
âIâm walking nowâ you stepped away, and started walking. âAnd if you followed me â you wouldnât be walking me home, youâd be stalking meâ you exclaimed as you backed away.
Ellie quickly followed your pace, her boots stomping on the snow covered ground.
âYou areâ
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âSo fucking annoyingâ
This was the longest conversation youâve had with Ellie in two whole years. It felt like nothingâs changed, except for everything.
The following ten minutes were torturous. You were walking fast, Ellie right behind you. No words were exchanged between you, the silence enveloping the crisp air as you both walked in silence. Your attention turned inward, focusing on the sensation of the cold air filling your lungs with each breath, and the soft sound of Ellie's boots pressing against the creaking snow beneath her.
You finally arrived at your place. Itâs grey exterior blanketed in a pristine layer of snow. Every inch of its structure was adorned with a delicate coat of white.
You turned around to face her.
Ellieâs skin appeared slightly flushed, with a rosy tinge highlighting her cheeks, and her nose bore a noticeable reddish hue, hinting at the crisp winter air. She didnât say a word.
You took a deep breath. She looked cold.
âWant me to make you some tea?â you questioned. You didnât mean to let her in, and she didnât expect you to ask. She looked surprised, her eyebrows turned slightly upwards.
âMâfineâ Ellie insisted, her voice resolute despite the chill in the air. She sought warmth by tucking her hands deep into the pockets of her dark green coat.
âJesus, Ellie â Just come insideâ you urged, the concern evident in your voice.
âIf walking you was stalking wouldnât coming in be breaking and entering?â she inquired, a sarcastic tone lacing her words.
âJust ââ you uttered, your voice trailing off as you reached for the doorknob, slowly opening the door.
âCome insideâ
"Fine," Ellie relented, her resolve wavering as she decided to follow in your footsteps.
The house welcomed you with its cozy warmth, though slightly disorganized in its appearance. Yet, amidst the subtle chaos, it remained a comforting sanctuary, always your safe space. Being there brought a sense of solace, as if the troubles of the outside world faded away. And with Ellie's presence by your side, an inexplicable tingling sensation spread through your being.
You proceeded to heat up some water, carefully attending to the task of preparing tea, a familiar ritual.
Ellie never knew where to sit, or where to stand, so there she was, examining every single one of your movements. The air felt thick, like you could cut the tension with a switchblade.
"Your house looks different," she murmured in a low voice, leaning against the cream-colored wall.
âBad different?â You questioned, taking out two mugs from the cupboard.
âNo, just⌠more stuffâ she murmured.
"Well," you uttered as you gently placed the teabag into the awaiting mug. âYou havenât been here in a while, soâ
Ellie hummed in response, and bit her lower lip.
âYouâve kind of changed too.â you murmured.
âTattoos looking bigger. And you look more tired. Plus, your shirt looks ironed, so maybe you even⌠showered? Woah.â you teased.
âFuck, you really are funny huh?â she said, crossing her arms.
âAlways were a sucker for my jokesâ you responded with a sly smile.
She didnât mean to say what she said next, because that was like opening a pandoraâs box. Or, more like, the gates to hell.
âThis is the longest conversation weâve had in yearsâ Ellie murmured. You handed her the green colored mug, your finger brushing herâs for a second. You both flinched.
âMhmâ you took a sip from your tea. It was still so hot, it burned your tongue.
âAnd whoâs fault is that?â You questioned, raising your eyes to meet her burning gaze. It was incredibly impulsive.
Ellie rolled her eyes. She looked baffled.
âYou still donât get it, do you? She questioned.
âGet what? that your girlfriend doesnât like me? trust me Ellie, I get that, crystal clear.â You smiled, as you slammed your mug on the counter.
âIâm not doing this right nowâ she declared, her tone firm and resolute.
Oh, did that sentence burn through you.
âI think you areâ you stepped forward to face her. She looked terrified, like a lost puppy. Not so âtownâs heroâ now. Thank god she wasnât wearing Catâs badge, because she would have looked ridiculous.
âIâm notâ she said quietly, looking at the floor beneath her.
You felt the ever so familiar lump forming in your throat. She owed you.
âTell me what it is exactly that I donât getâ you spat. The pent up anger from all these years finally just fucking bursted. She left you. She left you for her, your best fucking friend.
âItâs just funny how she didnât give a shit about Jesse, or Dina, or anybody! Just fucking me, right? Iâm the fucking problem?â you blurted. Your voice was shaky, filled with rage. The tears in your eyes started forming. You didnât even know how much you were holding it inside of you, it all overflowed, at 2AM, right in your kitchen. Right where she told you she couldnât see you anymore.
Ellie was frozen, her mouth parted slightly. She was flushed, and it showed. It wasnât the cold weather anymore, it was you. She didnât expect this to happen so fast. She came inside for some fucking tea.
Thatâs when you shoved her. And she didnât even fucking move.
âDonât fucking do this to meâ she begged. Her voice was desperate, and shaky, and what the fuck was she hiding?
You found yourselves standing uncomfortably close to each other, the proximity palpable. The warmth of her breath gently grazed your forehead, creating a tantalizing sensation that sent a shiver down your spine.
She took a deep breath.
âWhat I did was bad. But â fuck, Jesse and Dina never slept over, you know that?â
The room fell quiet.
âSo?â you whispered. You couldnât even look at her.
âDonât do thisâ she begged. Her eyes were glossy. She looked as if she was about to cry, too. Her chest was pressed up against yours.
âIâm not doing anythingâ you mumbled quietly. Her body was so warm. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack, and Ellie felt like she already did.
âIf I would have stayed⌠I would have done something⌠so much worseâ she whispered. Her hands were trembling.
âWhat would you have done?â you whispered against her. Dangerously close now. You could feel her unsteady heartbeat.
âYou knowâ she whispered back. You saw the vein on her neck, how beautifully spattered the freckles on her skin were, like a constellation.
âPleaseâ you begged.
Thatâs all it took.
Almost.
"No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The proximity between your lips was almost intimate, an agonizingly close distance.
âPleaseâ you begged.
Her eyes were dark, breaths unsteady and fast, like she just ran a marathon. Her chest was rising up and down. Sheâs dreamt of this moment, for so fucking long. But she couldnât. She couldnât fuck more people up. Sheâs done more than enough.
âYou donât know what you fucking do to meâ She whispered against your skin. Her eyes were shut closed. If she didnât see, maybe it wouldâve been less wrong. If she didnât see, maybe Cat wouldnât either. She could go home, kiss her girlfriend good night. Walk away. But there you were, pressed up against her, making her head spin like a carousel, fogging her brain with your scent, and your lips, and all of the times she pictured you like this, helpless and begging. She never looked at Cat how she looked at you. Cat never made her feel like she could faint at any given moment. Cat was safe, she was a sunny day. You were a thunderstorm, a cloud, soaking her up. When Ellie said she would have done something so much worse, she meant that.
Cat was right when she told her to stay away, she always was. When Ellie begged Cat to stop her ramblings, Cat told her she looks at you like sheâs hungry. That itâs disgusting, that she wishes it was her. She was crying, and begging, and she was right. Thatâs why Ellie knocked on your door that way. One person she could save.
Ellieâs hands were firmly pressed up against the wall, locking you in.
âYou dont knowâŚâ she whispered.
You whimpered silently at her words. You were aching everywhere, you just needed her to do something.
âShow meâ you said, and it came out more as a plead. You were begging her.
Ellie leaned in, drawing her face closer to yours, and your lips delicately brushed against each other. The electrifying touch sent a shiver down your spine, evoking a soft, involuntary moan that escaped your lips. It went straight to her heart, and then slipped right to her cunt.
Her lips were plump against yours. Just barely touching.
She delicately brushed her lips against yours, causing a gentle collision that sent a jolt of electricity through both of you. A shaky breath escaped her mouth.
âEllieâŚâ you whispered. Ellie, just do it. you canât take it anymore.
She abruptly slammed her hands against the wall, causing it to tremor ever so slightly. The suddenness of the action startled you, making you jump in response.
âShitâ she huffed.
And her lips werenât against yours anymore, neither was she.
Ellie backed away. She couldnât.
Your lips quivered, and there it was. Her precious thunderstorm erupting.
The tears came out hot, and sticky. They ran all over your cheeks. You let out a quiet sob. Ellie was staring, her breaths uneven and her mouth agape. She almost did what shes been dreaming of doing since the moment she saw you. Almost.
your legs betrayed you, giving out completely. You crumbled down onto the floor, unable to stand any longer. With tears welling up in your eyes, you instinctively curled up, bringing your head between your legs as you tried to suppress the sobs that threatened to consume you.
It was a truly pathetic sight, Ellie towering over your quivering body. Itâs been two whole years, and you missed her every single day that passed. It was gnawing at you. Seeing them hand in hand, kissing on the street, making out behind the dumpster. Thinking of Ellie hugging her at night, caressing her skin, touching her everywhere, telling her she loves her, fucking her, tasting her and not you. It should have been you. But it couldnât be.
If only you knew that when Ellie was between her thighs, you were the only one she thought of. If only you knew Ellie had to bite her lip till it bled to stop from screaming your name. Thatâs why Ellie always turned off the lights, Thatâs why Ellie shoved Catâs face down on the bed with her entire palm when she took her from behind. Thatâs why she always closed her eyes.
Her body gave up on her, too.
She sat on the cold concrete floor, trying to steady her breaths.
âLook at meâ she commanded. It was breathy, and shaky, more of a plea than a real command.
You wiped your tears.
âI canâtâ you whispered.
âPleaseâ she begged.
You mustered the strength to lift your face, raising your gaze to meet hers.
âI think about you all the timeâ you blurted.
She huffed in response. Your soft voice was killing her. She couldnât even respond. She just watched.
âEllieâŚâ you whined. The distance between you was torturous. There was so much space, and at the same time, no space at all. You could still feel her lips brushing against yours. You wished you could taste her. She yearned for that even more. She felt like something was chaining her down to the floor, holding her captive.
What you did next, is something Ellie had buried deep inside her darkest fantasies.
You delicately caressed your smooth neckline, doe eyes burning through herâs.
Ellie swallowed deeply.
âWhat are you doing?â she mumbled, lower than a whisper. Her voice was raspy, and her pupils were blown out. She was imagining, for sure, hallucinating, intoxicated by the picture of you being pressed up against her. It couldnât be real.
âI need youâ you whimpered.
She almost crawled right to you right then and there. Her knees were spread open in front of you. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest.
âYou cantâ she insisted. It felt like she tried to convince herself, and not you. You couldnât. Thereâs no way.
âI want youâ you whispered, lowering your hand to caress your breasts.
Something took over you. Being pent up with frustration for years birthed such a desperate sight, she couldnât fathom it.
She grunted in response. Do that again and sheâd lose her fucking mind.
You cupped your breast.
Ellie threw her head against the wall. She forgot how to breathe. Her nostrils were flared, and she almost slapped herself in order to convince her that this was real. This was happening.
âHoly shitâ she wheezed.
âPleaseâ you begged, and squeezed your breast forcefully. Your nippled hardened against the material, so you gave them a twist, sending a bolt of electricity right through your clothed cunt.
Ellieâs mouth was agape. She was transfixed, mesmerized. Her cheeks grew more red by the second. It was so fucking wrong, she almost told you to stop, but she couldnât. Her voice felt dry and her brain was buzzing. Her ex best friend was so desperate for her she couldnât even help herself.
The image of Cat went through her head. Cat seeing, walking in. Cat trembling and crying, telling her she told her so. Cat screaming at her that sheâs an awful person, that she hurt her, That she should burn in hell.
Then, you took your shirt off.
And Cat was gone.
Her eyes were darting from your tits to your needy eyes. You were giving her that look she only saw in her dreams. That desperate, pathetic twinkle in your eye. She saw a girl look like that in an old porno she found. Ever since, that picture of your face replacing the actresses burned through her memory. She knew it was for her, you were showing her, but she looked like she wasnât supposed to see, a peeping tom, a pervert. Her cunt twitched inside her tight black boxers. Cat never made her cunt feel like this.
The dainty lace bra adorned your body. you looked like an angel, eyes red from crying, cheeks still wet, chest rising up and down. She wanted to ruin you.
You stopped for a second, looked for a sign to keep going.
The room was silent, the only noises that muttered were your soft whimpers and Ellieâs harsh, uneven breaths.
âTake it offâ she whispered. You almost couldnât believe she said that. You nodded pathetically. She always knew youâd be like this. She imagined you nodding your head frantically, kneeling beneath her and undoing her belt, way too many times she wouldnât dare to admit. Her heavy breaths were a confession to all of her sins.
You unclasped your bra, your tits spilling out of it with a sigh of relief.
Ellie was hypnotized, fully staring. She remembered the first tine she saw you in a bikini. Jesse noticed she was staring, and he gave her some advice. âLook at the ground or the sky, pretend thereâs something super interesting going on thereâ
She didnât need to pretend now.
âFuckâ she grunted, feeling her cunt twitch inside her briefs. Her mouth was agape, she wanted those nipples between her teeth. Her tongue slightly moved involuntarily inside her mouth, imitating the kitten licks sheâd give your tits if she could. It was truly pathetic. Thank god you couldnât see. Her fists were clenched, and she was forcing her feet onto the ground. If she pretended something was pulling her in, she wouldnât crawl towards you and take you like she always wanted.
You toyed with your nipples, rolling them between your fingers, almost as if you read her mind.
âSpit on âemâ Ellie demanded desperately.
âEllieâŚâ You whimpered, her voice was making you grow wetter by the second. If you took your pants off, she could see the wet patch that soaked through your panties, making them almost sheer. You were almost embarrassed, but it was too late now.
âDo itâ she commanded.
âDo it for meâ Ellie begged. She brought a hand up to cup at her perky clothed breast. She imagined it was you, your tits between her fingers. She wanted to squeeze the fat, take it in, spit on it, latch her mouth onto your nipples, slap them as you ride her thigh, or her face, or her whatever the fuck you wanted.
The saliva ran down your chest, droplets flowing at an incredibly slow pace, each and every one of them teasing Ellie, mocking her. Almost there, almost reaching your sensitive nipples. When it finally did, Ellie was breathing so heavy she almost wheezed.
You rubbed the spit all over your tits, glazing your nipples with the liquid, coating them shiny with your saliva - all for her. You were staring at ellie with your mouth open. You moaned at the sensation, making Ellie shift and slightly slide off the wall. She was gone.
âFeels so goodâ you whined.
âFucking shitâ She huffed. She bucked her hips, searching for that friction. She didnât do it yet, but oh she will.
âMhhmâ you hummed, a high pitched moan escaping your lips.
Ellie almost went cross eyed.
âNeed you, pleaseâ You whispered while massaging your breasts. You were squeezing the fat harshly, almost punishing yourself for being such a dirty, desperate girl.
âShow meâ She begged, in between breaths.
âShow me how bad - shitâ
You cupped your cunt, your hand feeling warm over it. Your clit twitched. Ellie let out a moan so deep, you almost came right then and there, all over your panties.
You circled your clit through your pants, teasing Ellie without even realizing. I can do it, and you canât! It felt like you were mocking her.
âTake that shit off â fuckâ she huffed. Her hand was resting on her thigh, pinching it. Stay down. Donât crawl, donât fuck, donât cheat.
In a matter of six seconds, your pants were on the floor. You crossed your legs together in embarrassment. What if she saw how wet you were?
âSpreadâ She commanded.
You looked at her stupidity.
âSpread âem, pleaseâ Ellie begged.
You spread your legs slowly, revealing your soaked white cotton panties to Ellie. Her eyes rolled back at the sight.
âFucking shitâ she grunted.
Her hand met her own cunt and gave it a stinging slap, followed by a desperate grunt. She moved her veiny hand up and down, almost grabbing her pussy. She felt perverted, and sickly, and so, so good. The friction of her hand on her cunt was followed by a string of deep moans, chanting your name like a prayer. She didnât even know how bad she needed it.
âWiderâ She commanded.
You spread your legs so wide your thighs almost hurt. When Ellie saw that wet spot, she lost it.
âSo wetâ she whispered in disbelief.
âShow me that pussyâ She whimpered.
âShow me that fucking pussyâ
You moved your panties to the side, the cold air hitting your clit making you flinch. You swore you could cum just from clenching in and out, listening to the obscenities leaving her mouth.
âHoly shitâ She moaned, and cupped her cunt forcefully.
âSo prettyâ she whispered. It was even prettier than she thought, glistening folds and a little puffy button poking out. She needed to see inside, everywhere.
âSpread it with your fingersâ She grunted. You parted your lips with your pointer finger and your thumb, wide open for her. She saw how bad you were clenching, begging for something inside. Your puffy clit moved with every pull.
âWanna fuck you so badâ she groaned, it was killing her.
âNeed to see you Ellie, please, pleaseâ you begged.
With that whine leaving your mouth, Ellie unzipped her jeans, and pulled down her boxers slowly, revealing you of the most beautiful sight youve ever seen in your life.
Her thighs were creamy, a mound of soft, dark hair adorning her pubis. Her slick was shining on her milky inner thighs from the boxer briefs she took off slightly brushing on them. She was so wet, it almost glistened like a far away star, deep in the galaxy. Her mouth was parted and she looked famished.
Tiny droplets of sweat were shining on her forehead, making her hair stick to her face. She was a panting, desperate mess.
You couldnât help but slide your hand up your thigh, and started running your fingers through your glistening folds. Finally. âOh god, Ellieâ you moaned. You wished those were her fingers, if you could, if you only could.
Ellie moaned like a porn star at the sight. You thought she might tease herself, might play with her cunt before doing something. She proved you wrong.
She slid two long fingers inside her aching hole, squelching sounds filling the air. She pumped them in and out, fucking herself like a madwoman. Her hungry eyes were fixated on your fingers caressing your needy cunt. Her mouth was watering, borderline drooling, soft âah!âs escaping her lips.
You circled your clit slowly, and felt your lower stomach leap at the contact. You lapped your slick with your middle finger, and sucked on it. It was obscene. Ellieâs cunt twitched. She almost came.
âGood girlâ She groaned at the sight.
âFasterâ She commanded, a deep moan escaping her lips.
You fastened your pace, and she was looking you directly in the eyes while pumping her fingers inside her cunt. With every pump, you could see a milky cream coating her fingers, the sight alone made your puffy clit ache with pleasure.
It was so wrong, and obscene, and pathetic, and you almost came.
âFucking shit â fuck yourself, show me, fuck yourselfâ She whimpered, fastening her pace as well. The moans that left her mouth were deep, bursting from the inside of her soul.
Her fucking ex best friend.
âE â Ellie mâcloseâ you whined, inserting a finger inside your soaking hole.
âCan see how fucking tight you are - fuckâ
âFaster, do it fâme baby fasterâ She groaned.
The harmony of your moans intertwined, creating an intoxicating symphony.
âEllie â gonna cum, fuckâ You babbled, drool running down your chin. You were so close, eyes rolling to the back of your Ellie filled brain.
âPlease fuck me, please fuck meâ
âCu â Fuck, shit, mâcumingâ Ellie grunted.
âSay my fucking nameâ She demanded, her words coming out so sloppy and ridiculous.
âEllie â Ellie! Please!â
Ellie almost screamed. She wanted to tell you to come for her, wanted to hear the noises youd make, see your face twist and the screams of her name, but she couldnât help herself, the sight of your desperate cunt and the look on your face, so stupid, so cumdrunk, so pathetic, begging her to fuck you - brought her to the edge. It errupted inside of her like a volcano, pumping and squeezing on her fingers. She rode her orgasm until it tickled and hurt.
When you came, Ellie almost shed a tear.
This wasnât just wrong.
This was vile.
She pulled up her pants up and left without saying a word, too embarrassed to look you in the face.
When she got home, Cat was sound asleep on her bed. She gave her a delicate kiss on the cheek, and whispered;
âIâm so sorryâ
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âam I too much for you? maybe Iâm too much for everyoneâ | CL16
parings: Charles Leclerc x insecure!reader
summary: you feel insecure and youâre struggling but Charles makes sure you know how important you are to the world (specially his world).
now playing: âIf I werenât meâ by Katherine Li
warnings: not English native speaker could there be errors. None proofread. Talk about sadness and destructive inner talk. Insecure reader. Readers povâs.
words: +1,5k words.
a/n: heyyyy I am back!!! I disappeared for a year đ consistency itâs not my thing I guess. Iâm finally finishing university this year!! So I guess Iâll have more time to write. Hope you like it! First on Charles. New obsession: F1 drivers. Get ready I got plenty more on my plans :p. Remember to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3
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The piano tiles made the sound of the soundtrack of my sadness in this moment. My fingers touched them softly like they were fragile - like me.
Today was a nightmare from the start. Since I woke up I had a knot in my stomach that became bigger and bigger as the time passed through my routine. Sometimes itĘźs really hard for me to do daily tasks such as cleaning or even eating. And it was harder if I need to go to events or meetings.
I have episodes of deep sadness IĘźve been treating on therapy. Sometimes I just canĘźt control it. Today was one of those days where black and grey took over everything I felt and did. One way I found by being suggested by my therapist was writing down every thought of pain to find kind of a relief. Today itĘźs really hard. IĘźm struggling really hard.
IĘźve been alone the whole day. Charles had to go to the Ferrari factory and do his driver tasks as usual. When I woke up he was gone. And maybe that contributed even more to my desperate and pathetic situation. Though I shouldnĘźt talk about it like that and be more gentle with myself. It always felt to me negativity has always been my best friend and worst enemy at the same time.
Playing piano helped me so much. Write a song about my pain. Try to give a little light to all of this mess I find myself emerged in. ItĘźs really hard for me to open up and seek help when I need it. Specially when it comes to Charles. I donĘźt wanna be a burden to him. And I donĘźt wanna stress him out with all of my dark side. I always try to brush it off when heĘźs around. Most times I just pretend IĘźm happy and everything itĘźs alright. As if I wasnĘźt feeling too much for him. Or too less. Like IĘźm not worth of his love. Of his attention. Of his smiles. Of everything he did for me.
The fact that Charles asked me out had me shocked. IĘźve never felt like I could compete with all the models and influencers and singers and every really beautiful girl in this world. IĘźve never felt beautiful nor attractive. Yes IĘźm pretty good making jokes. And I talk too much. But IĘźve always felt I cringed people out. Dating people wasnĘźt a thing I was really good at. Actually I sucked. And I think I still do. Always overthinking and second guessing every move. Every promise. Everything.
Charles was so sweet to me. He said âyouĘźre beautiful. IĘźm sure people tell you all the time. But you really areËŽ. I couldnĘźt help but get really nervous and blush. The most beautiful man IĘźve ever seen was talking to me and saying all of that. I blinked a couple of times. My smile huge. I just laughed softly trying to brush it off.
Since then we became a team. Inseparable. Charles became my best friend. My rock. I donĘźt know what I ever did to deserve his love. The way he loved me was so gentle. So caring and loving. At first was hard because his love language was physical touch and that was something I wasnĘźt used to. But little by little I got used to and felt amazing. IĘźve never felt so comfortable with anyone but him.
I hate my body. I feel ashamed of my personality. Most times I feel so dumb. So stupid.
I didnĘźt realized I was already crying when I felt my tears dropping in my hands on the piano. I didnĘźt realized I kept playing in auto-mode. When I was conscious again I started crying badly. I started shaking. I felt so bad. So guilty for even feeling this way. I didnĘźt realized Charles have arrived home when I felt his deep voice from behind.
âBaby... whatĘźs wrong? YouĘźve been crying for a whileËŽ I heard his voice and that sent shivers down my spine. I try to hold it together because I feel so embarrassed heĘźs seeing me like this.
He sat next to me and hugged me. I hid my face on his neck feeling contempt. Thing is I started crying worse. I couldnĘźt control it once it took on me.
âItĘźs okay baby. ItĘźs okay.ËŽ He whispered on my head while he stroke my hair and my arm pulling me closer. I thanked him mentally for this. I never thought I needed it so much.
Took a while until I calmed myself in his body. I part from him slowly and whipped my face with my hands. After I did he did the same. He whipped my tears so gently. He did the same looking me with bright eyes. Worry was all over his face. I licked my lips. âIĘźm sorry.ËŽ I said quietly almost a whisper.
He denided with his head taking my head into his hands and stroked it softly.
âdonĘźt be sorry baby. IĘźm worried. WhatĘźs wrong? IĘźm sorry I wasnĘźt home to be with you. Why didnĘźt you called me?ËŽ I could feel the worry in his voice deep and cracking.
âI didnĘźt want to bother to be honest. ItĘźs one of those days. A really hard dayËŽ my tears wanted to go out again but I holded them.
I saw his eyes turned into a sad look. He leaned on me and kissed my cheek to hugged me strongly in his arms afterwards. I buried my head in his shoulder. His smell calmed me down. I holded him pretty close to me. Strongly as him. I didnĘźt want to let go.
âdo you wanna talk about what you are feeling love?ËŽ He whispered softly. I swallowed hard and pulled away from his so I could look into his beautiful eyes. I loved his eyes. So bright so blue sometimes. To me they felt like staring at the ocean. I stroked his face gently. He grabbed my legs on the little couch in front of the piano it our living room.
âThis is one of those days where I donĘźt feel enough or maybe too much to handle... all of this darkness in me that sometimes I just canĘźt control it. You deserve someone confident and happy just like youËŽ I told him softly and honestly. And it felt good to take it out of me for finally. I wanted to cry again but I was making my best efforts to keep it together.
âCher... you are more than enough for me. You are the most beautiful soul IĘźve ever met. The most beautiful woman IĘźve ever seen. You are the sweetest most caring and fun person. Always there for people. You have the brightest personality. Every time you enter a room you shine. Everyone smiles. To me youĘźre happiness though I know that isnĘźt the whole you. YouĘźre human baby. You are allowed to feel. And to not be okay. And to be okay too. You are not a burden for me. YouĘźre my best friend. Mon amour. My future wife. The one whoĘźs always there for me. My shoulder to cry on. The one with the greatest jokes. The life of every party I assist. You give a meaning to my life. A reason to live. You are a great daughter. The best friend someone could ask for. The greatest sister. You are a light for every single person that knows you y/n. DonĘźt ever feel that you are too much to handle. And I really wanna go and kill the people who made you ever feel you were, I sware. You are amazing baby.ËŽ While he was talking you couldnĘźt hold it together. You just started crying. He let you do it while he whipped your tears lovingly. He seeing you like this broke his heart. You didnĘźt deserve to feel like this. And he wished he could take away all of your pain. That you could see yourself the way he sees you. And feel how happy and enamoured you made him feel. âYou can talk to me every time you need itËŽ he continued. âyou can trust me and we can figure it out together. You donĘźt have to go through it alone. Okay? I love you with everything I am y/n. If I could I would take all of this pain away and just make you feel how I feel about you. I promise to me youĘźre even better than CarlosËŽ he said lastly jokingly making me laugh through my crying.
Now he had a huge smile on his face knowing he could make you feel better. I gave him a peck on his lips as a thank you and as an I love you.
âI donĘźt know what I would do without you Charles...ËŽ I said sincerely and full of love in between the lines. He gave another kiss back but now it was deeper in feelings. We kissed for a while and it felt that as the kiss continued my pain was going away feeling better every second. After the kissed I hugged him tightly. He gave kisses to my neck making me giggle a little. âI love you Charlie. YouĘźre my angelËŽ I whispered on his shoulder and he tightened the hug in response.
âAnd you are mine chĂŠrieâ he said burying his face on my shoulder.
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