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ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR QUINN HUGHES
pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader, (little bit of) jack hughes x fem!reader
summary: trevor invites you to a lakehouse for the summer, attempting to set him up with his friend. however, the summer doesn't go to plan when you meet his older brother who captures your eye and flips everything upside down.
warnings: very obviously angst, sort of a love triangle, jack and quinn kind of hating each other, slow burn, reader and trevor having a sibling type relationship, one singular kiss, brief appearances from trevor & luke
word count: 11.6k
notes: wooooo mama this is the absolute longest thing i've ever written. i really hope you guys enjoy it, i'm pretty happy with this.
The scene of the lake house standing tall in front of you was something straight out of your imagination. It was picturesque, the way the large house was nestled amongst the pine trees and the glimmering water sparkling behind it. It was just the way that Trevor had described it when he invited (or rather insisted) you to come to his buddyâs lake house this summer.
âYouâll love it! Itâs so nice up there,â Trevor had urged, his enthusiasm infectious. You could still hear his voice, brimming with excitement. âItâs my friend Jackâs place. You guys would get along great! And his brothers are super chill too.â
At the time, youâd felt a mix of curiosity and skepticism. Itâd been about three years youâd been friends with Trevor, long enough to know that when his tone got this excited and he was this insistent, he was up to something.
âAre you trying to set me up with him?â youâd asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously at Trevor as the two of you sat in a coffee shop a few months ago. He had been uncharacteristically fidgety, bouncing his knee up and down while stirring his iced coffee with an unnecessary amount of focus.
Trevor had grinned at you in that annoyingly charming way he did when he was caught. âNooo, Iâm just saying you guys would vibe. Heâs a cool guy. Super chill.â
You rolled your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. âUh-huh. And his brothers?â
âAlso cool!â Trevor leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. âBut listen, Jackâs the one I think youâd really like. Just come for like, a week or two, see what happens. No pressure. I promise youâll have fun.â
Youâd hesitated, not entirely convinced. But Trevor knew exactly how to play on your curiosity, and a month later, you found yourself packing a bag for a summer getaway at some lake house owned by Trevorâs friend, Jack. Despite your reservations, a part of you was intrigued. What if Trevor was right?
The drive to the lake house had been a blur, punctuated by Trevorâs nonstop chatter and your own uncertain silence. You werenât opposed to meeting Jack. Trevor had sung his praises for months, claiming you two had more in common than either of you realized. As far as setups went, this wasnât terrible â you could trust Trevor to have good judgment. But still, you were unsure and slightly uneasy about the whole situation.
When you arrive, Jack is already waiting outside, leaning against the porch rail, hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts. Heâs smiling â an easy, laid-back smile that makes you smile back automatically. The sun filters through the trees, casting warm, gold light on the porch, and for a moment, everything feels serene.
Trevor wasnât lying when he commented about Jackâs appearance. âSome people call him a pretty boy but⌠I mean he is pretty, but heâs a good-looking dude, yâknow?â He was definitely attractive, something anyone could admit you thought, but he wasnât totally your type.
Trevor bounds up the steps of the porch, dapping up Jack and pulling him in for a hug. You followed, stopping at the bottom of the steps, watching as Trevor whispered something into Jack's ear, Jackâs eyes catching yours as a small smile appeared on his lips.
Jack steps forward, extending a hand. âHey, you must be y/n. Iâve heard a lot about you,â he says, his voice warm with that relaxed confidence youâd expect from someone whoâs used to being the center of attention.
You shake his hand, feeling the easy smile on your face widen a little. âAll good things, I hope.â
Trevor laughs, throwing an arm around Jackâs shoulder. âMostly good things.â He winks at you, and you canât help but roll your eyes.
Jack offers to give you a quick tour of the place, and you agree, letting him guide you inside while Trevor stays back, grumbling to himself about having to bring in your bags. The inside of the house is as beautiful as the outside, with high ceilings, wooden beams, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the lake. Despite being a new build, it has a cozy, rustic feel to it. Jack pointed out each room as you went, keeping up a steady flow of conversation that put you at ease. He was friendly and thoughtful, making sure you felt welcomed, and it struck you as genuine. You could see why Trevor thought youâd get along with him.
âAnd this is the back deck,â Jack said as he pushed open a sliding door, revealing a sprawling view of the lake, with a dock stretching out in front of the property. The lake is glittering and relatively calm, aside from a figure disturbing the water. You squint, watching as the swimmer glides smoothly through the lake.
âWhoâs that?â you ask Jack, eyes not leaving the figure as you watch him pull himself up onto the wooden dock, pushing dark wet hair from his face.
âThatâs Quinn,â Jack says, following your gaze and glancing out toward the dock. âMy older brother.â
The sun seems to linger on Quinnâs form, highlighting the toned muscles in his arms as he stretches briefly, rolling his shoulders to ease out any lingering tension from his swim. Droplets of water cling to his skin, catching the sunlight and tracing down his chest in slow, winding trails emphasizing the smooth contours of his muscles as they glisten.
âQ!â Jack shouts, whistling to get his brotherâs attention. Quinnâs gaze snaps to the two of you, your pulse quickening as his eyes land on you. âCome up here!â
Quinn grabs his towel from the dock, throwing it over his shoulder as he makes his way up the lawn towards you. As he climbs the steps to the deck, you feel his eyes travel over you, not in a way that feels intimidating, but with a curiosity that mirrors your own. Thereâs something magnetic about him, something calm and steady that draws you in as he steps up onto the deck, his mouth curving into a small, barely-there smile.
âThis is Trevorâs friend, y/n. Sheâs joining us for the summerâ Jack introduces.
As Quinnâs gaze flickers back to you, you notice thereâs something about the way he looks at you â subtle, assessing. His gaze has a certain depth, a look you canât quite decipher. It lingers just a second longer than what feels typical, enough to make your heartbeat skip, to leave you questioning the flicker of interest in his expression.
âNice to meet you,â Quinn says, his voice low and smooth, a perfect complement to the quiet confidence he exudes. He reaches out to shake your hand, and as your fingers meet, you notice how warm his touch feels, even with the cool water droplets still lingering on his skin.
Up close, heâs even more striking. Thereâs a sort of ruggedness to him, outlined by the sharpness of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze. His eyes, a greenish shade of blue, hold yours with a calm intensity that makes it hard to look away.
âNice to meet you too,â you manage, your voice coming out softer than you intended, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You mentally kick yourself, hoping he doesnât notice, but the glimmer in his eyes suggests otherwise.
Jack, oblivious to the undercurrent, clapped his hands, breaking the moment. âAlright, well, thereâs more to see, and if we donât get back, Trevorâs going to start whining about being abandoned,â he joked.
You chuckle, your eyes pulling away from Quinnsâ for the first time since he joined you on the porch. But as you turned to follow Jack back inside, you couldnât help but glance back at Quinn. He was still watching you, his expression softened just slightly, and you felt a quiet thrill at the way he watched you.
The first week at the lakehouse passes in a flurry of days that blur together in laughter and lakeside relaxation. You fall into an easy routine of swimming, grilling, and long talks on the deck. Jack and Trevor keep things lively, always organizing something, whether itâs an impromptu game of cornhole, a daring cliff dive, or a spontaneous trip into town.
With Jack, the connection forms fast. Heâs lighthearted, quick with a joke, and endlessly charming. He keeps you laughing and keeps the vibe lighthearted. His energy is infectious, and he keeps you roped into every activity, whether itâs cliff-jumping or getting you to help him with dinner when itâs his turn. You can tell that Trevorâs plan to get the two of you set up is working for Jack, as he lingers closer, laughs harder at your jokes, and you begin to feel his gaze linger on you just a little too long.
But itâs Quinn who holds your attention in a way you hadnât anticipated.
Quinn is different from Jack in nearly every way. Where Jack is open and quick to draw you into his orbit, Quinn lingers on the edges, observing and listening. When he speaks, itâs with a low, steady voice that commands attention without trying. And unlike Jackâs energy, which feels like the buzz of the sun overhead, Quinnâs is deep and mysterious like the lake.
You find yourself gravitating toward him at every opportunity, captivated by the way he moves through the days with an unruffled calm. The nights at the lake house slip into an easy rhythm, with Quinn and you inevitably being the last ones awake as the both of you are night owls. Most nights, you find yourselves lingering on the porch, wrapped in the gentle hum of crickets and the low whisper of the lake. With the others upstairs, fast asleep, you and Quinn fall into intimate conversations, shared only between the two of you.
One night, you find yourselves tucked away on the porch, the air a little cooler than the other nights. You are curled up on a rocking chair, bundled up in a hoodie youâd borrowed from Jack. Quinn sat across from you, the beer heâd started during dinner going warm in his hand.
Quinn studies you, his eyes catching the faint glow of the porch light as he swirls his bottle absentmindedly. âSo,â he begins, breaking the comfortable silence, âWhatâs California like?â He leans forward, genuinely interested, his voice carrying a warmth that makes you want to spill everything about life on the West Coast.
A soft smile creeps onto your face. âItâs⌠different from here,â you admit, glancing out at the lake where the moon dances on the still water. âItâs a bit fast-paced. And warm. Lots of sun, lots of people. But sometimes, it feels like everyoneâs moving so quickly that you get lost in the crowd.â
Quinn nods, his eyes steady on you. âI get it. I feel the same way about Vancouver sometimes. Coming back here⌠it just reminds me that there's more than the noise and rush. Thereâs⌠balance out here.â He gestures out toward the lake, his voice contemplative. âLike all of this has a way of pulling you back to what matters.â
His words resonate deeply, and you find yourself nodding. âExactly,â you murmur. âItâs like thereâs space to breathe. And you notice things that usually get lost in all the⌠chaos.â
Quinnâs gaze lingers on you a moment longer, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth. âIâm glad you came. Itâs been⌠good to have you here,â he says quietly, his eyes soft. âWe donât have other people up here often.â
Your heart pounds a little faster at the sincerity in his voice, and for a second, the rest of the world disappears. Thereâs only Quinn and the quiet lake, and the feeling that he understands you in a way you hadn't expected anyone to. You hold his gaze, feeling the electricity between you grow, filling the silence with something you canât quite name.
But then, as if drawn back to reality, Quinnâs eyes shift, his expression subtly changing. âAnd Jack,â he says, almost as an afterthought. âHe⌠really likes you, you know? He doesnât say it, but I can tell.â
It feels like a splash of cold water. You break eye contact, pulling your hoodie closer around you, the warmth you felt moments ago dissipating. The weight of Jackâs interest hangs heavily between you and Quinn now, an undeniable reminder of the complicated line youâre toeing.
âRight, yeahâŚâ you reply softly, looking down, your voice tinged with a mix of guilt and frustration. You hadnât meant for this to get complicated, yet here you are, caught between two brothers who couldnât be more different.
An uncomfortable silence settles over you both, thick and heavy. Quinnâs eyes linger on you, as if heâs about to say something more, but he holds back. His lips press into a thin line, and you wonder if heâs feeling the same conflict, the same confusion thatâs twisting knots inside you.
You force yourself to look away, swallowing hard. âI think⌠I should probably head to bed,â you murmur, avoiding his gaze. You stand up, offering him a small, tight-lipped smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes. âGoodnight, Quinn.â
Quinn nods, his expression unreadable as he watches you ebb towards the door. âGoodnight, y/n,â he murmurs, his voice low and steady, though thereâs a flicker of something in his gaze â disappointment, perhaps, or longing. You slip inside, leaving him on the porch, the weight of his gaze heavy on your back as you close the door.
In bed, you toss and turn, Quinnâs words and the feel of his gaze lingering with you. Your mind is a whirlwind, caught between the easy, carefree friendship thatâs growing with Jack and the simmering tension you feel with Quinn. Jack is perfectly nice and, like Trevor told you, the two of you were getting along swimmingly.
But no matter how much you try, your thoughts always drift back to Quinn. Thereâs something undeniably different about him, something that makes it impossible to feel the same way about Jack, no matter how hard you try. Jackâs presence is light and friendly but with Quinn⌠itâs like thereâs a hidden gravity pulling you toward him, a quiet understanding that lingers beneath the surface of every conversation. Every night on that porch, heâs become your anchor, drawing you into a world that feels more honest, more intimate.
You lie there, staring up at the ceiling, your mind replaying the way he looked at you tonight â that almost undetectable spark that youâre sure you didnât imagine. The way he listens to you, like every word matters, as he sees past the small talk and into the parts of you you rarely share. Thereâs no pretending with Quinn. And even though heâd mentioned Jack, it only made you realize how much more youâre drawn to Quinn. Jack might be developing feelings for you, but itâs Quinn who fills your thoughts, who leaves you breathless in a way you canât ignore.
You pull the covers tighter around you, willing sleep to take you, but every thought seems to lead back to Quinn, to the way he made you feel seen, understood â even in silence.
The next morning, you do your best to shake off the lingering tension from the night before, determined to keep things light and normal. Under Jackâs enthusiastic suggestion, the group decides to spend the day out on the lake, hoping the sun and water will wash away any unease. Itâs a sunny day, warm with a light breeze, and the water sparkles invitingly under the sunlight, making you think that everything might just go smoothly.
The boat is anchored in a calm spot on the lake and, despite the wonderful weather, there doesnât seem to be another boat around. Trevor and Luke sit up in the bow, arguing about which mascot would win in a fight between Mr. Clean and Tony the Tiger.
Jack is quick to pull you into the action, handing you a beer from the cooler as he grins. âAlright,â he says, his smile as wide as the lake. âAre you ready for the full lake house experience? Because to really do that, youâve got to jump off the boat at least once today.â
You laugh, shaking your head as you crack open the can. âIâm pretty sure youâre just making up rules to mess with me.â
He shrugs, a playful glint in his eye. âMaybe, but you have to do it anyway,â he shrugs.
Trevor chimes in, chuckling from his spot. âJackâs right, y/n. First-time lake visitors have to jump. Itâs tradition!â
You chuckle, your gaze drifting up to Jack as he stands in front of you. The sun shines directly behind him, casting him in a golden halo, the bright rays spilling around his frame in a way that makes him look almost ethereal. For a moment, you can see why anyone would fall for that charm. But even with this picture-perfect moment, you feel a pang of regret that you canât feel more for him, because, somehow, your thoughts are pulled elsewhere and on someone else.
Jackâs laughter brings you back to the moment, and he leans a little closer. âCome on, we can make it a team effort. I mean, if youâre too nervous, I can just hold your hand.â His voice is playful, but thereâs a hint of sincerity in his words, a hope that youâll let him bridge the gap heâs trying so hard to close.
Your smile is genuine, but before you can respond, you hear Quinn's low chuckle from behind you. Itâs soft, barely audible over the hum of the boatâs motor, but enough to pull your focus completely away from Jack. You glance back at Quinn whoâs sat on the back bench, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, a flicker of something in his gaze as it bears down on the two of you.
Your attention is pulled back to Jack as he reaches for your hand in a gesture that feels both playful and pointed. âCome on, y/n, itâll be an official initiation. Weâll jump together, yeah?â
Your gaze flickers between Jackâs outstretched hand and Quinn, whoâs watching with an inscrutable expression, his eyes narrowed slightly as he leans back, crossing his arms. You canât deny thereâs an awkward tension here, a silent push-and-pull between the two brothers that seems to amplify whenever Quinn is nearby.
Swallowing the strange, charged feeling building between you all, you look back at Jack and nod, forcing a lighthearted smile as you stand up, pulling off the oversized t-shirt you wore as a coverup. You see Jackâs eyes scan your figure, hearing him gasp quietly. You blush, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, taking his hand. He grins in triumph, his fingers warm against yours as he helps you stand at the edge of the boat. He holds on a little tighter than necessary, and the flicker of anticipation in his eyes doesnât go unnoticed.
âReady?â Jack asks, his voice softer now, his gaze lingering a bit too long as he watches your expression. Thereâs a hopeful vulnerability in his face, a look that makes you hesitate for a moment. You donât want to hurt him, but thereâs a part of you that wishes heâd pull back, that heâd realize youâre not as invested in this connection as he is.
You manage a nod, hoping he doesnât notice the small sigh you let slip. âReady as Iâll ever be.â
He beams, counting down with a quiet âthree⌠two⌠one!â before the two of you leap into the lake together, the cool water rushing up to meet you. When you surface, youâre greeted by Jackâs laughter as he splashes you, pulling you into a playful water fight. You laugh along, though your eyes instinctively drift toward the boat, where Quinn looks over the edge, watching you both with an unreadable expression.
Jackâs laughter fades slightly as he notices your attention elsewhere, his face falling for a fraction of a second. But he quickly masks it, pulling you back with a light splash. âHey, stay with me here,â he says, his tone half-joking, half-pleading. And you want to, you really do, but Quinnâs gaze is magnetic, and you canât help but feel pulled toward him, as if thereâs an invisible thread between the two of you.
Eventually, Jack climbs back onto the boat, reaching out to help you up. But the moment you step back on board, the charged silence returns, thick and stifling, as Quinn hands you a towel, his fingers brushing against yours just long enough to send a spark up your arm. You catch his gaze for a brief second, and youâre struck by the quiet intensity in his eyes, a longing that mirrors your own.
Jack clears his throat, his shoulders tensing slightly as he glances between you and Quinn. He lets out a forced laugh, trying to dispel the tension. âAlright, whatâs next? We could always do another round of jumps, or maybe a swim to the dock?â He says it with an almost desperate cheerfulness, trying to regain your attention, trying to keep the moment light.
Trevor and Luke, sensing the tension, start bantering about who would be the fastest swimmer, their playful arguments distracting you all for a moment, lightening the mood just enough.
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The night air was crisp as laughter and the crackling of the fire filled the space around the lake house. The lake is quiet behind you, a dark, glassy surface reflecting only starlight. You were settled in a lawn chair, leaning back, watching as Trevor dramatically recounted a story about when you nearly crashed his car.
You could feel his eyes on you, searching for a shared smile, hoping to catch your gaze even as he chuckled at Trevorâs theatrics. Every so often, he'd lean in, commenting with a low murmur meant only for you. Heâd even offered you his hoodie earlier, though the night wasnât nearly cold enough to need it. It was endearing, if not a bit overeager. Yet, despite the obvious attention from him, your focus kept drifting across the fire.
Quinn sat across the flames from you, leaning back in an Adirondack chair. His attention was barely on the story, barely laughing with the others as you had been. Every now and then youâd catch his eyes flicker your way, lingering on you just long enough to send a thrill through your chest. Your stomach tightened with a quiet anticipation each time, though as quickly as the moment arrived, it vanished. Quinnâs gaze would shift, his attention lost somewhere in the darkness beyond the flames, leaving you wondering if youâd only imagined it.
As Trevor finally wrapped up his tale with an exaggerated flourish, the groupâs laughter rang out again, filling the quiet night. You shifted in your chair, stealing a glance across the fire to see Quinn looking your way again, his expression unreadable in the dancing light. The firelight cast soft shadows over his face, illuminating his quiet intensityâa contrast to Jackâs open interest. And just as quickly as his eyes met yours, he looked away, his focus deliberately elsewhere, leaving you feeling a subtle ache of frustration.
Jack nudged your arm gently, his voice breaking the spell. âHey, want to grab a drink or something? I think I saw some ciders in the cooler on the porch.â
âOh, yeah, sure,â you replied, a small smile curving your lips as you pushed yourself up to join him.
You could feel the weight of Quinnâs gaze on you, or maybe it was just wishful thinking. As you walked toward the porch with Jack, a pang of prickling guilt settled over you, leaving a heavy shadow with every step. Jack was wonderful â funny, kind-hearted, and clearly eager to spend time with you. And yet, there was an emptiness in each smile you returned to him, a hollowness you couldnât ignore. You tried to shake it off, reminding yourself to appreciate his warmth and interest. But you couldnât deny it. There was no spark, no unspoken gravity that pulled you toward him.
The two of you reached the porch, Jack handing you a cold can from the cooler, his fingers brushing yours briefly. He shot you a quick grin, the kind that seemed to hold a hundred different things he wanted to say. But the look in his eyesâthe hopefulness, the eagernessâonly tightened the knot in your chest.
Jack took a sip of his drink, leaning casually against the porch railing, his gaze still on you. âItâs nice here at night, isnât it?â His tone was light, but there was an unmistakable softness to his voice, as though he wanted nothing more than to keep this moment between just the two of you.
âYeah, it really is,â you agreed, looking out at the lake rather than meeting his eyes. âItâs peaceful.â
Jackâs voice was quieter when he spoke this time like he was mulling something over. âYou know, itâs been great having you up here. I meanâŚIâm glad Z brought you here.â he said softly, though his smile didnât quite reach his eyes. There was a vulnerability there, one that made you want to reassure him, to ease the sting of your own uncertainty.
You wanted to tell him you felt the same, that you were excited, that his attention filled you with butterflies. But it didnât. Not the way Quinnâs lingering gaze did, not in the way his silence could reach across the fire and wrap around you more tightly than any words Jack could offer.
And Jack could sense it. You could see it in the way his gaze fell just a bit, in the way he seemed to retreat into himself, trying to figure out where heâd lost you. A soft, sinking guilt bubbled up, but before you could say anything, he cleared his throat and looked at you, trying to keep the mood light.
âShould we head back?â he asked, giving you a small smile that tried to mask the disappointment behind his eyes.
You nodded, and as you followed him back toward the fire, your eyes drifted back to Quinn. Why did he have to make it so complicated? Jack was there, warm and steady, giving you his full attention, yet your heart kept tugging you toward Quinn â Quinn, who never gave you more than half-glances and unspoken hints. It was as though he knew the effect he had on you but chose to keep you guessing, leaving you in this restless, uncertain state. And every time he looked away, your chest would ache with a longing that you couldnât shake, no matter how hard you tried.
You felt like you were making it up in your head. You felt like all of this was just concocted by your brain, a made-up situation. But then youâd think back to the nights when it was just the two of you, sitting across from one another on the porch, finding bits of commonality, causing you to talk for hours.
It was during those quiet nights, with only the soft hum of the lake and the occasional call of night birds, that the two of you would sit just a little closer, voices lowered as if sharing secrets with the stars. Heâd be calm, reserved, but thereâd always be a hint of a smile when you teased him about his stoic nature, a glint in his eyes when heâd challenge you back. It was in these moments that your doubts faded, that all the confusion seemed worth it.
But then the sun would rise again, and Quinnâs indifference would come back like the morning mist, blanketing any closeness you thought youâd found. The spark that seemed so real under the cover of night would dim, replaced by his guarded demeanor and quiet aloofness. It was maddening, this cycle of near-closeness followed by a cool retreat. Heâd show you just enough to make you wonder, to keep you holding onto the memory of his quiet smile and that soft look in his eyes.
As you and Jack rejoined the group, you settled back into your chair, glancing across the fire toward Quinn once more. He was looking down, a hand idly fiddling with the edge of his sweater. There was something vulnerable about him in that moment, something that made you wonder if maybeâjust maybeâhe felt the same hesitation and uncertainty. You wanted to bridge that gap, to ask him if he ever felt the same tug, the same strange pull that made every shared glance linger in your mind.
But before you could even entertain the idea, Jackâs hand brushed your shoulder, pulling your attention back to him. He was smiling, his gaze as steady and warm as ever, making you wish you could return it with the same openness.
âHey, you okay?â Jack asked, concern lacing his voice. You hadnât realized the way you were chewing on your lip, or the way your brow was furrowed ever so slightly.
You nodded, giving him a soft smile that you hoped looked genuine. âYeah, justâŚlost in thought, I guess.â
But as you said it, your gaze slipped across the fire once more, finding Quinnâs eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. And for a fleeting second, you thought you saw a softness there, a hint of something deeper. It vanished just as quickly, but that one look was enough. It was enough to make you cast away the doubt that lingered in your mind, to dismiss the thought that this was all in your head.
The night dragged on, punctuated by laughter and more ridiculous storytelling from Trevor. Gradually, one by one, everyone began to call it a night. Luke was the first to slip away, yawning as he muttered something about wanting to have an early workout, clapping Trevor on the shoulder before heading inside. Trevor followed soon after, stretching with exaggerated laziness before flashing a grin and winking at you. âDonât get into too much trouble out here,â he teased, earning a playful eye-roll from you.
Finally, it was just you, Jack, and Quinn. Jack was lingering, his eyes occasionally drifting to you with a look that hinted at something he wanted to say but couldnât quite bring himself to voice. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as he looked at you, then glanced over at Quinn.
"Alright, I guess Iâll head in, too," Jack finally said, his tone reluctant. His gaze lingered on you for just a beat too long, as though he wanted you to ask him to stay or tell him that you would head up with him. But you didnât, and after a quiet sigh, he nodded, gave Quinn a brief glance, then turned and headed inside, the screen door shutting softly behind him.
And then it was just the two of you.
The quiet stretched between you and Quinn, thick and tense, as the night air settled into a stillness that seemed to wrap around you both. The only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of the trees, and it was painfully quiet, each unspoken word between you two heavy with meaning. You could feel his presence, magnetic and steady, even across the fire. Finally, after a moment that felt like an eternity, you drew a deep breath and decided to speak.
âQuinn, can we talk?â Your voice was steady, but just barely. Quinnâs eyes finally locked with yours for the first time since before everyone began to filter to bed. Quinn nodded after a couple of seconds, giving you the silence to continue.
��I donât know whatâs going on between us,â you said softly. âBut⌠fuck, I canât stop thinking about you, and itâs driving me crazy. I need to know if itâs all just in my head or if you feel it too. Because if thereâs a reason I feel this way⌠I need to know.â
You trailed off, heart hammering against your ribcage as the words hung in the air between you. For a moment, he didnât respond, his expression unreadable, his face softened by the glow of the firelight. Then, with a sigh, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he stared into the flames. His silence was torture, each passing second pulling you deeper into a pit of anxiety and frustration.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and steady, as if heâd rehearsed this response in his mind countless times. âItâs not in your head,â he admitted, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. âThereâs something here, between us. I feel it too.â
The words sent a rush of relief and hope through you, a spark that reignited all those moments spent wondering and waiting for some kind of sign. A soft smile spread across your face, the edges of your doubt finally beginning to soften. But then, his expression shifted, the corners of his mouth tightening as he looked away, eyes fixed on the shadows just beyond the firelight.
âButâŚâ His voice was barely a whisper, rough around the edges. âIt canât go anywhere. Not with Jack. HeâsâŚheâs into you.â He looked back at you, the regret in his eyes evident, a pain mirrored in your own chest. âI canât do that to him.â
His words were like a punch to the gut, and the warmth of the fire suddenly felt distant, fading into a cold, empty ache spreading through your chest. You hadnât expected it to hurt this much, hadnât realized how much youâd been hoping heâd say the opposite, that heâd fight for whatever was happening between you.
You dropped your gaze, feeling foolish, vulnerable, exposed. âSo thatâs it? We just⌠pretend this doesnât exist?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. âLike nothingâs been happening all this time?â
Quinnâs jaw tightened, and he looked away, his expression pained. âI donât want to pretend. But I canât⌠I wonât hurt him, not like that. Heâs my brother.â He hesitated, his voice cracking slightly. âAnd he really cares about you.â
You swallowed hard. It felt ridiculousâbeing here, feeling so foolishly hopeful, only to be left with a hollow ache and a fractured connection that couldnât ever be more. Part of you wanted to yell at him for leading you on, for those late-night conversations and stolen glances, for every unspoken word that now felt like a cruel joke.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âI wish it could be different.â
The words left you hollow. Part of you wanted to fight, to tell him that what you felt couldnât just be ignored, but another part â the part that knew him and understood his loyalty â couldnât bring yourself to ask him to choose you over his brother. Not when you saw the conflict in his eyes, the pain that mirrored your own.
âFine,â you whispered, barely able to meet his gaze. You stood up, the cool night air prickling your skin as you walked away from the fire, leaving him there in silence. You didnât look back. It felt like your chest was filled with broken glass, each breath painful, as you made your way back to the house.
Inside, the stillness was almost suffocating. The others had already gone to bed, and the darkened living room felt cold and empty, mirroring the ache in your heart. You climbed the stairs to your room, shutting the door softly behind you as you sank onto the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. A mix of anger and sadness filled you. You were mad at Quinn, for drawing you in only to push you away; mad at Jack, for being in the way even if he hadnât meant to be; mad at Trevor, for ever convincing you to come here; and, perhaps most of all, mad at yourself, for letting your heart hope for something that could never be.
The next morning, a heavy quiet blanketed the lake house. You moved through the motions of breakfast with the others, but your thoughts felt distant, lost somewhere between the memories of last night and the weight of Quinnâs words. The morning was made slightly easier by the absence of Quinn who you were told went into the town early that morning to run errands and hit the gym. The guys bantered and talked about heading out on the boat, planning an afternoon on the lake, but you could only muster half-hearted nods and polite smiles. It was hard to focus, every small soundâthe clinking of mugs, the soft scrape of a chairâonly intensifying the ache you couldnât shake.
Excusing yourself, you slipped away before anyone could ask questions, making your way down to the dock. The air was cool, a gentle breeze rippling across the lake's surface, and you sat at the edge, feet dangling above the water. You were still in your sleep outfit, not exactly pyjamas, but rather a comfy oversized hoodie and a pair of mens boxers. The familiar scent of pine and fresh earth surrounded you, but even the peaceful view couldnât ease the storm of emotions inside.
The quiet was soon broken by the sound of footsteps approaching, and you didnât need to look to know it was Jack. You felt him sit beside you, his presence warm and grounding. For a moment, he didnât say anything â just let the silence settle between you both, as though he was waiting for you to be ready.
Finally, he cleared his throat, glancing sideways at you. âYou okay this morning? Youâve been⌠quiet,â he said softly, his voice tentative, as if he were stepping carefully around broken glass. âDistant.â
You swallowed, bracing yourself as you met his gaze. His eyes were filled with genuine concern, a softness that only made this harder. âYeah,â you murmured, looking back out at the lake. âGuess I just needed some space.â
Jack nodded, though he didnât seem convinced. His fingers drummed nervously on the edge of the dock, and after a beat, he spoke again, his tone thoughtful, almost nostalgic.
âYou know,â he began, eyes cast down at the water, âwhen Trevor told me he was bringing a friend this summer, he was so sure weâd hit it off. He kept going on about how you and I would be perfect for each other, that weâd get along great.â A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. âI remember feeling this weird, excited energy like⌠maybe he was right, you know? Maybe I was going to meet someone special.â
You felt a lump forming in your throat as he continued, his voice carrying a warmth that was both comforting and deeply bittersweet.
âAnd when you got hereâŚâ He hesitated, his eyes meeting yours, as if to gauge your reaction. âI donât know, it just⌠felt easy, from the start. Like weâd known each other forever. I started to feel like maybe Trevor had been onto something.â He gave a soft laugh, but there was no humor in it, just the weight of unspoken feelings.
âThings felt really good between us, and I thought you felt it too,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âSo I started to get my hopes upâthinking maybe this was the start of something real.â
You winced, guilt gnawing at you. âJack⌠Iâm so sorry,â you said, your voice shaky. âI didnât mean to lead you on, truly. I think youâre amazing. From the bottom of my heart, I just⌠I mean thereâs gotta be some sort of spell this fucking house puts me under because I would be insane otherwise to not like you! You⌠youâre so perfect that any other girl would be scremaing at me, trying to claw my eyes out for not appreciating you. But⌠I just canât. I donât know whatâs wrong with me.â
Jackâs eyes softened, a mix of sadness and resignation settling in them. He looked down, his fingers still drumming but more slowly now, as if grounding himself. After a moment, he took a deep breath and let it out, his shoulders sagging slightly.
âI get it,â he murmured, though his voice had an unmistakable crack in it. âI mean⌠I think I get it. You canât force something that isnât there, right?â He gave a sad smile, one that tried to mask the hurt but didnât quite succeed.
He stared out at the water, his expression distant, like he was trying to piece together what had gone wrong, or maybe just what heâd missed. A tense silence settled between you, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on the air around you. Jack cleared his throat, seeming to steel himself, his gaze searching your face as if looking for an answer to a question he hadnât yet asked.
âCan I⌠can I just ask you one thing?â he said, voice barely above a whisper. His vulnerability in that moment was palpable, and you could feel your heart pounding, bracing yourself for what was coming.
You nodded, feeling your throat tighten.
âDo you⌠have feelings for Quinn?â
The words hung in the air, heavy and painful, and a part of you wished he hadnât asked. But the look in his eyes told you he needed to know, that the uncertainty was gnawing at him just as much as the truth might.
Slowly, you nodded, a tear slipping down your cheek as you whispered, âYes.â
A heavy silence fell between you, and Jack seemed to shrink a little, his shoulders slumping as he took it in. Jackâs gaze fixed on the lake, and for a long moment, he said nothing. You could see the effort it took for him to keep his expression neutral, to keep his emotions tightly bound. His voice was quiet when he finally spoke.
âSo, you⌠you and Quinn. Is there⌠anything actually happening between you two?â He glanced at you, a flicker of something raw in his eyes â hope, maybe, or just the need to understand.
You shook your head, offering a small, bittersweet smile. âNo, Jack. Weâre⌠weâre not together. We wonât be.â
He looked at you, brow furrowed. âWhy not?â he asked softly, his confusion obvious. âIf you feel that way about him, why wouldnât you try?â
You took a shaky breath, the words catching in your throat. âBecause Quinn⌠Quinnâs too good of a brother. Heâd never go for me because of you⌠and because of what he knows you feel.â
Jack blinked, his brow furrowing as he took in your words. âWaitâwhat does that mean? Because of me?â he asked, his voice laced with confusion. His gaze softened, and you could see he was fighting to keep his tone steady, like he was trying not to hope.
You sighed, feeling a bittersweet ache settle in your chest. âQuinn told me he could never be with me because he knows how you feel. He doesnât want to hurt you, Jack.â
Jackâs jaw clenched, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face. âSo⌠let me get this straight,â he muttered, almost incredulously. âHeâs not doing anything about how he feelsâbecause of me?â
You nodded, and Jack fell silent, staring down at his hands, which had stopped drumming and were now clenched tightly in his lap. He seemed deep in thought, his brows furrowed as he processed what youâd just told him. The lake was quiet around you, the stillness broken only by the occasional ripple of water.
For a long time, Jack didn't say anything, just stared down at the water, his brows drawn together. You could almost feel the weight of his thoughts, the way he was wrestling with everything that had just been laid out. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, raw.
âSo he⌠he cares enough to stay away,â Jack said slowly, the words laced with a sadness that felt almost like admiration. âThat's⌠just like him.â He took a deep breath, forcing a small, sad smile. âI wish things were different. I wish we could just rewind, go back to the start of summer and⌠and pretend this never happened.â
You swallowed hard, his words striking a chord deep within you. âMe too,â you whispered, eyes burning with unshed tears. âI never wanted any of this to happen, Jack. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you.â
Jack looked over at you, his expression softening, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of the easy, unburdened friendship youâd had in the beginning. âI know,â he murmured. âYouâre not the kind of person whoâd do this on purpose. Itâs just⌠life, I guess. Itâs complicated, ân messy as hell. And⌠maybe Trevor was right. We do get along. Just⌠maybe not in the way he thought we would.â
He smiled, a genuine one this time, though tinged with a sadness he couldnât hide. âMaybe someday⌠I wonât feel this way,â he said quietly, his voice barely audible above the soft lapping of the lake against the dock. âBut for now⌠I think I just need a little space. Time, maybe.â
You nodded, understanding that this was what he needed, even if it hurt to hear. âI get it, Jack. I do.â
Jack gave a nod, his gaze returning to the water, the weight of unspoken words settling over the two of you. In the next moment, he reached over and gave your hand a small squeezeâa quiet truce, an understanding. Then he stood, brushing off his shorts and glancing back at the house.
âIâll be up at the house for a bit,â he murmured, the distance in his tone unmistakable. With that, he turned and walked back up the dock, his footsteps slow and heavy.
In the following days, there was a noticeable shift in the air; everyone felt it, though no one dared to name it. Conversations were stilted, laughter felt forced, and even the once-lively dinners had become quiet affairs, each of you treading carefully as if one wrong word might shatter the fragile peace that held you all together. Jack avoided you and Quinn as much as he could, lingering at the edge of group activities, his usual easygoing energy replaced by something more closed off, guarded.
Quinn, for his part, kept his distance too, his usual calm presence clouded by an unspoken tension. It was as if he knew that the delicate line he was walking might snap at any moment, sending everything spiraling out of control.
You couldn't ignore the heaviness that had settled over the house, a tangible sense of tension that made everything feel off-kilter. As much as you'd wanted this summer to be an escape, it had become the very opposite â a painful reminder of all the ways things could go wrong.
That evening, after everyone had gone to bed, you found yourself wide awake, thoughts racing. The decision took shape slowly, a reluctant resolve that you couldnât shake. You needed to leave. Staying here, caught between the fractured pieces of what had been and what could never be, was too much to bear. The thought of facing both brothers day after day, watching Jackâs guarded smiles and Quinnâs restrained distanceâit was too much. They deserved space, and, you realized, so did you.
With a deep breath, you grabbed your phone and booked a flight out for two days later, the earliest you could manage. You barely slept, running through potential conversations in your mind, eventually deciding you were only going to tell Trevor and slip out quietly, not wanting to cause anymore issues.
You forced yourself to push through the pain and awkwardness during the two remaining days until you would be returning back to California. As the days inched closer to your departure, the weight of unspoken words grew heavier, settling into every corner of the lake house. You caught glimpses of Jack, his face turning away when he thought no one was watching as if even looking at you and Quinn felt like reopening an unhealed wound. Quinnâs glances were no less fraught, though his were filled with a wistful restraint, as if he was already mourning the loss of something that had barely even begun.
The dinners, once filled with laughter, now passed in subdued tones, each person more focused on their plate than the conversation. You found yourself counting down the days and hours, conflicted between the need to escape the tension and the ache of leaving it all behind. In those last two days, you kept reminding yourself that soon, youâd be on a plane back to California, back to your own life â away from Jackâs pained looks and Quinnâs longing stares.
Your final day there, you packed your belongs up quickly, hoping Trevor would buy your excuse of not wanting to miss your flight as a good reason for him to take you to the airport early, and not because you couldnât bear to spend one more hour in this suffocating oasis. Everyone else was lounging by the water, with the exception of Jack who lingered in the kitchen, opting to do the dishes rather than be around the others. He was lost in thought when he heard the patio door slide open and shut, the sound of bare feet padding against the hardwood. He turned to the entrance of the kitchen, seeing Quinn wearing his boardshorts and a slightly guarded look.
Quinn stopped at the threshold, eyes flicking briefly to Jackâs hands as he scrubbed the dishes. They were tense, knuckles white around the plate he held, and the silence between them was palpable and heavy. Jack set down the dish with a clatter, bracing himself on the edge of the sink, not looking at Quinn. Jack didnât give Quinn time to speak. The words erupted from him, fueled by everything heâd been holding back.
âDo you even understand what youâre doing?â Jackâs voice was low and seething, barely contained. He didnât wait for an answer, didnât dare let Quinn get a word in. âYouâre hurting her, Quinn. A perfectly nice girl, who came here not looking for this mess but got dragged into it anyway. And the worst part is, you know it. You know it, and youâre still just⌠sitting back like a damn martyr, thinking that by staying distant, youâre somehow making it easier for everyone. That by holding back, youâre sparing her, sparing me.â
Jackâs words cut through the quiet, sharper than the silence that had settled in the house over the past days. The vulnerability in his tone was raw, scraping against Quinnâs stoic expression. Quinn shifted uncomfortably but didnât interrupt; he only looked at Jack, his gaze unwavering.
âAnd you know what? I kind of hate you for it,â Jack continued, voice unsteady. He turned his head just enough for Quinn to catch the anger, the hurt in his eyes. âI hate that you waltzed in and just took her from me without even trying. And, yeah, maybe thatâs selfish. Maybe I never really had a chance, but she was still there, and I was trying. I was there, damn it!â
Quinn finally took a step forward, but Jack cut him off again, his hands clenching at the counter. âAnd I hate you for pretending like youâre doing the right thing by telling her nothing will happen. You act like youâre some noble saint by âstaying away,â but itâs a lie, Quinn. Itâs a lie, and we both know it. Youâre holding back because youâre scared â scared to go after what you really want, and in the end, youâre just making it worse for everyone. For her. For me.â
Jackâs voice wavered, then cracked, as he finally fell silent, chest heaving from the force of his confession. The words had cost him, as if each syllable had drawn blood. The only sound in the room was the dripping of the faucet, each drop amplifying the tension between them.
Quinn stayed quiet for a long moment, his gaze steady as he absorbed every word. He studied Jack, weighing something unspoken. âWould you hate me if I went for her, then?â His tone was gentle, almost hesitant, a softness that Jack hadnât been prepared for.
Jackâs jaw tightened. âYeah,â he admitted. âI probably would.â He ran a hand through his hair, a bitter laugh escaping him. âI mean I hate you right now for making her feel the way she does. But it shouldnât matter, Quinn. Not if you two⌠if you actually care about each other.â Jackâs voice faltered, breaking under the weight of his own honesty. âLook, Iâll get over it. In time. But donât waste what could be something good just because youâre trying to spare everyone. Itâs pointless, and itâs selfish. You need to get to her before itâs too late.â
Quinn could feel Jackâs anger and pain, an emotion so raw and tangled it clawed at the air between them. For a second, Quinn thought of how different things could have been if he had stayed on the sidelines, if he hadnât let himself get close to you. But as Jackâs gaze softened, an odd understanding settled between them. Jack wasnât letting go easily, but he was letting go.
Jackâs shoulders slumped, exhausted, as he ran a hand over his face. âSheâs leaving today, you know?â he said to Quinn, a look of surprise appearing on his face. âTrev told me last night she booked her flight out for this afternoon.â
Quinnâs face fell, and the guarded look faded, replaced with something dangerously close to panic. He hadnât knownâhadnât expected that this was it. That today was the end.
âSheâs leaving?â Quinn asked, Jack nodding. âWhy didnât she say anything? W-why is she leaving?â
âBecause why would she stay?â Jack said. âSheâs going to protect herself. Sheâs not gonna stay here, hoping for something that wonât happen. Sheâs too smart for that.â
The realization struck Quinn like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless. Jack's words echoed in his mind, each one sharper than the last. Sheâs leaving. Of course, she would. She wasnât the type to hang around hoping for some half-hearted promise or for Quinn to finally decide what he wanted. She deserved so much more than waiting for him to get his act together.
Jack's voice softened, pulling him back to the present. "Quinn, itâs not too late. She hasnât left yet. If you really care about her, donât let her go like this."
Quinnâs gaze faltered, a flicker of something vulnerable crossing his expression. Could he really undo the damage heâd done by staying away? Could he find the words to convince her that, despite his silence, heâd felt everything just as deeply as she had?
A heavy silence followed before Quinn found his voice. âWhat⌠what should I say to her?â
Jack shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. âYou really think Iâm giving you advice on how to get the girl I wanted?â
Quinnâs face softened in a rare, grateful smile. âFair enough.â He hesitated, then turned, steeling himself as he left the kitchen, leaving Jack to his own fractured thoughts.
Quinn climbed the stairs two at a time, his pulse racing with every step, anticipation and fear warring within him. As he reached the top, he saw Trevor just exiting your room. Trevor paused, giving Quinn a look that held no small amount of concern.
âI donât know what went down between you three,â Trevor said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. âBut I care about her, and I donât like seeing her like this. You going to fix whatever mess this is?â
Quinnâs chest tightened. He knew Trevor had been close to you, learning this summer just how much of a big brother figure he was to you. He couldnât fault him for looking out for you.
âIâm going to fix it,â Quinn said, his voice quiet but firm. He met Trevorâs gaze, hoping to communicate the sincerity in his words. âI have to.â
Trevor didnât say anything else, but he gave Quinn a long, steady look, as though weighing whether to believe him. Then he gave a nod and shifted your duffle bag, stepping aside to let Quinn pass. With a final glance at Trevor, Quinn walked to your door, his heart racing. Quinn stood outside your door for a moment, his hand hovering above the doorknob. He knew what he needed to say, but a part of him feared that the damage was already done. Bracing himself, he knocked gently before pushing the door open.
You were standing by the window, your zipped duffle bag sitting on your bed. Your back was to the door when Quinn entered, and for a moment, he almost turned around, the words caught in his throat. But then you turned, your eyes meeting his.
âAre you really going?â Quinn asked, his voice quiet and strained.
You nodded, stepping away from the window and closer to Quinn. âI think itâs best. This whole summer has just⌠itâs too much, Quinn. I didnât come here expecting any of this, and now I just feel⌠caught. And I canât keep feeling this way.â
Quinn swallowed, his gaze never leaving yours. He looked as though he was battling something heavy, words lingering on his lips, waiting to escape. He stepped forward, close enough that you could see the faint circles under his eyes, the fatigue that seemed to pull at his features.
âI didnât expect any of this either,â he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. âAnd I get it â youâre right. I hurt you. I know that. I thought⌠I thought if I kept my distance, it would somehow make it easier for everyone. That maybe you'd move on from this â move on from me, and be with Jack. I thought it would hurt less.â
You held his gaze, your voice low but unwavering. âDo you have any idea what that did to me, Quinn? All summer, feeling this⌠this connection between us, and thinking that I had to be imagining it because you couldnât even look at me. And youâre saying you did that on purpose? To protect me?â Your voice trembled. âThatâs not protecting me. Thatâs running away.â
Quinn took a shaky breath, stepping closer, his expression taut with regret. âI know I messed up. I was spineless and I should have told you the truth sooner.â Quinn said, bowing his head briefly before forcing himself to look up at your hurt eyes. âI told myself that it was better this way, but all I was doing was lying to myself. Because every time I saw you⌠every time I heard your laugh, or watched you talk to Jack, or caught you looking at me â I couldnât breathe.â
Quinn took one last step forward, less than a foot away from you. He raised his hand to reach you, fingertips grazing your arm gently, as if he feared you might pull away. âBut I care about you, more than I thought possible. And I was afraid of that. Afraid of hurting Jack, afraid of hurting you⌠and afraid of wanting you this much.â He swallowed, his voice growing rough. âBut I canât let you leave without knowing how I feel. I want to be with you I â I need to be with you.â
Your breath hitched, the confession settling over you like a warm, crushing weight. This was what youâd wanted, but it also brought a whirlwind of conflicting emotions crashing down. You took a small step back, just enough to put some distance between you, needing space to gather your thoughts.
Quinn was saying everything you wanted to hear from the beginning. Laying his feelings bare, and exposing his heart in a way you hadn't expected from someone as reserved as him. It was like seeing a hidden part of him, one heâd kept carefully guarded. The vulnerability in his eyes made it clear that this was as terrifying for him as it was thrilling for you.
But in the back of your mind, Jack lingered, his hurt and disappointment woven into every stolen glance and quiet moment of the summer. The image of his face as he realized how you felt about Quinn was something you couldnât shake. The memory clawed at you, guilt mixing with the longing Quinnâs words evoked.
âYou have no idea how much Iâve wanted to hear that,â you said, voice catching. âBut Quinn⌠Jack â he tried so hard with me this summer, and I couldnât give him what he wanted because of⌠well, because of you.â You hesitated, torn between the longing in Quinnâs eyes and the memory of Jackâs earnest, hopeful glances. âThe last thing I wanted was to hurt him. And I feel like Iâve done enough damage by just⌠being here.â
Quinnâs gaze softened, his hand lingering just above your arm, hovering close as if he wasnât ready to let you go. âI know,â he murmured. âI know itâs complicated. But I talked to Jack this morning. He told me⌠he told me to come up here and talk to you. To tell you how I felt. He wants you to be happy, and he knows thatâs not with him. Heâll get over it.â
âJack said that?â you whispered, barely able to believe it.
Quinn nodded, a slight smile tugging at his lips, though there was sadness in his eyes. âHe might hate me for a while, and I can live with that. But he said Iâd regret it if I let you go. And⌠he was right.â
His hand, warm and steady, traced down your arm, his fingers slipping around yours with a gentle firmness. The touch, gentle but insistent, sent a jolt through you. âI know Iâve messed up,â he murmured, voice barely a whisper. âBut if youâll let me, Iâll make it right. I want this, us⌠if you do too.â
You nodded, words escaping you as Quinn stepped even closer, his free hand lifting to gently cup your face. His thumb brushed against your cheek, and you could feel the slight tremor in his touch. He leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, but you didnât.
His lips barely brushed yours, soft and tentative. Your breath mingled together briefly before your lips locked together. He lingered for a heartbeat, savoring the closeness as if he, too, couldnât believe this was real. Then, with a surge of emotion, the kiss deepened, all the restraint and hesitation of the summer dissolving as his hand rose to cradle your cheek, holding you to him as though afraid you might disappear.
His stubble that had grown out over the last couple weeks of summer scraped along your jaw and chin, leaving a faint burn that only added to the rush of sensation.
When you pulled back, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. âIâve wanted to do that since the day you got here,â he murmured, a hint of relief in his voice.
You giggled, staying close and feeling his heartbeat echoing against yours. The silence that followed was thick, but it was different now â no longer tense or uncertain like it had been for most of the summer. It felt as though the weight had been lifted from both of your shoulders.
But even in that moment, you knew the reality of what this would meanâfor Jack, for Quinn, and for yourself. There was a part of you that still ached, remembering Jackâs quiet disappointment and knowing it would take time to heal the wounds this summer had left behind.
You swallowed hard, raising a hand to Quinns face and brushing aside his dark locks that fell over his eyes. âI still think I need to go,â you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. âNot because I donât want this. I do. But I think both of you need time, and maybe I do too. To let everything settle.â
Quinn nodded, understanding settling over his expression. âI get it,â he replied, taking your hand in his and giving your palm a soft kiss. âIâll be here when youâre ready. Take all the time you need.â
Quinn let you slip from his arms, his heart squeezing as he watched you grab your bag and exit the room. As you descended the stairs with your duffle bag slung over your shoulder, you saw Jack waiting near the door. His expression softened as you approached, a bittersweet smile crossing his face.
âSo, this is it?â he asked, his voice gentle but with an undercurrent of acceptance.
You nodded. âYeah, I think itâs best. Thank you, Jack. For understanding. And⌠for everything.â
Jack gave a short nod, his gaze momentarily flickering towards the stairs where Quinn had stopped to watch from a distance. He returned his gaze to you and managed a small, sincere smile. âGo live your life. I wish you and Quinn all the best.â
You hugged him, both of you holding on just a second longer than necessary. When you pulled back, you could see the mix of emotions in his eyes, but there was a sense of peace there too. Heâd let go, not because it didnât hurt, but because he genuinely wanted you to be happy. You felt your heart swell, gratitude mixing with the faint sting of regret for the friendship that would never quite be the same. But Jackâs words lifted the weight off your shoulders, letting you and Quinn move forward.
With a final look, you stepped outside, Trevor waiting to drive you to the airport, his brow furrowed in confusion at the way you suddenly had pep in your step, a small smile present on your lips that had been missing for weeks. As the car pulled away, you stole one last glance at the lake house, catching a glimpse of Quinn watching you from the porch. He raised a hand in a small wave, and you returned it, a soft smile on your lips.
This summer hadnât turned out anything like youâd expected.
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LAST DECEMBER MORNING â SATORU GOJO
pairing â satoru gojo x sorcerer!reader
summary â on a frost-bitten december morning, you watch satoru gojo prepare for his fated battle with sukuna with infuriating calm, like he isn't planning to sacrifice himself for the greater good. you've spent years being his secret, clearing battlefields for him and stealing kisses between missions, but now you're faced with the most brutal truth. that sometimes the cruelest curse isn't the one that kills you â it's loving someone who belongs to the world before they belong to you.
word count â 5.4 k
warnings â heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of blood and violence, implied death, unhealthy relationship, sad ending
author's note â this has been rotting in my drafts since the final jjk chapter dropped, and i finally dragged it out into the light bc i'm procrastinating uni. fair warning, this is pure angst with zero comfort, just two people breaking each other's hearts because sometimes love isn't enough. anywayys, happy reading <3
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Winter had never felt so much like an ending.
You watched frost creep across the windows of your shared apartment, each crystalline pattern forming like cracks in glass, spreading slowly but inevitably.
Outside, the world lay hushed under winter's blanket, everything soft and serene. Birds traced lazy patterns against a sky so blue it hurt to look at, and fresh snow made everything clean and new.
It was the kind of morning that belonged in fairy tales, the kind poets write about when they want to capture peace in words. Strange, how you'd never imagined death would choose such a beautiful day.
You watched Satoru move through his routine, each gesture precise and unhurried. White hair caught the pale sunlight as he smoothed it back, his reflection in the mirror handsome as ever before he adjusted his clothes, and put on his blindfold.
You'd watched him prepare for countless missions before, but this felt different. This felt final.
The normality of it all was almost cruel â how he could stand there, getting ready like this was just another day, just another fight. Like the sun wasn't rising on what could be your last morning together.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily forward, each second falling like a stone into still water. Time felt strange, both rushing too fast and moving too slow. You wanted to grab the clock's hands, force them to stop, to give you just a few more moments in this morning that felt like borrowed time.
"You're staring," he said without turning around, a slight smile playing at his lips.
"Can you blame me?" You were curled up in the window seat, tea growing cold in your hands. "It's not every day yourâ whatever we are goes to fight the King of Curses."
He turned then, and even through the blindfold, you could feel the weight of his gaze. "Whatever we are?" There was amusement in his tone. "After all this time, you still don't know what we are?"
"Well, we're not exactly big on labels," you pointed out, trying to keep your voice light despite the heaviness in your chest. "Secret relationship and all that."
"Ah, but that's what makes it fun, isn't it?" He crossed the room to where you sat, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "The sneaking around, the secret meetingsâ"
"Satoru." You caught his hand. "How are you so calm about this?"
He tilted his head, considering. "Would you prefer if I was panicking?"
"I'd prefer if you showed any emotion at all about the fact that you're about to fight Sukuna." You stood up, setting your tea aside. "You've been acting like this is just another day, just another fight, but it's not. You know it's not."
"I think I've shown plenty of emotion," he said, pulling you closer with a playful smile. "Just last night, if I recallâ"
"Don't." You pressed a hand against his chest, keeping him at arm's length. "Don't deflect. Not today."
The smile faded from his face, replaced by something more serious. "What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to tell me why you're so calm. I want you to tell me why you're not worried." Your voice cracked slightly, but you pushed on. "I want you to tell me why it feels like you're saying goodbye."
He was quiet for a long moment, his thumb tracing patterns on your wrist where he still held it. Finally, he spoke, his voice softer than before. "The world needs to move forward. It needs to find someone stronger."
"What are you talking about?" You pulled back slightly. "You're the strongest there is."
"Am I?" His smile was gentle, almost sad. "Or is that just what everyone needs to believe?"
"Satoruâ"
"The world has relied on me for too long," he continued. "They've made me their symbol, their savior, their stupid hero. But what happens when I'm gone? Who protects them then?"
"You're not going anywhere," you said. "You're going to win. You always win."
He cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing your cheekbones. "Sometimes winning isn't about surviving. Sometimes it's about making sure what comes after is better than what came before."
"That's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. "I'm trying to tell you that whatever happens today, the world will keep turning. It will find new leaders, new protectors. Maybe even better ones."
"I don't want new protectors," you whispered. "I want you."
"Ah, but you've always had me," he said softly. "Ever since that first mission together, when you told me my head was too big to fit through doorways. Do you remember?"
You huffed. "You were showing off, making everything more complicated than it needed to be."
"I was trying to impress you."
"You're always trying to impress me."
"But it's working, right?"
You pressed closer to him, breathing in his familiar scent. "You know it is, you idiot."
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. For a moment, you both stood there in silence, listening to each other's heartbeats. The familiar rhythm brought back memories of how this all began, of the first time you'd been close enough to hear his heart race.
For loving Satoru Gojo had always been the most beautiful and dangerous thing in your world.
It started in blood, as most things in your world did. A mission gone wrong, cursed spirits thick in the air, the metallic taste of death sharp on your tongue. Youâd seen him fight beforeâwho hadnât?
But that night was different. That night, you saw him bleed.
A special-grade curse caught you both off guard. One moment, he fought three curses at once like some untouchable god, and the next, he was crashing through three buildings, blood gushing from his mouth.
Something in your chest cracked at the sight â not from the impact of being thrown back yourself, but from seeing him, the strongest sorcerer alive, look so terrifyingly human.
You remembered how his blindfold had been torn, those devastating blue eyes meeting yours across the wreckage. Blood trickled down his chin, his usually perfect hair matted with debris, and yet he smiled. That damn smile that made your heart stutter even as cursed spirits attacked you from all sides.
âTrying to steal my spotlight?â heâd joked, wiping blood from his lips as he stood. âIâm the only one allowed to look cool here.â
You wanted to strangle him. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to scream at him for making jokes when he could have died. You did none of those things. Instead, you cleared the area, giving him the perfect opening he needed to obliterate the special grade.
Later, after the dust had settled and the reports had been filed, he cornered you in the darkened hallway of Jujutsu High.
âYouâre angry,â he said, not a question but a statement.
âIâm not angry.â You were furious. âIâm just wondering how someone whoâs supposed to be the strongest can be so fucking reckless.â
He stepped closer, backing you against the wall. âWorried about me?â
âYou wish.â But your voice shook, betraying you. Because you had been worried. Terrified, actually. The image of him lying in that wreckage, blood staining his white hair red, had burned itself into your mind.
âLiar,â he whispered, and then his lips were on yours.
Everything they said about Satoru Gojo was true â he was overwhelming, all-consuming, impossible to resist. Kissing him felt like being struck by lightning, like being unmade and remade in the space between heartbeats. You broke apart, both breathing hard, and reality came crashing back.
âFuck,â you summarized eloquently.
He laughed, the sound low and rich. âThat could be arranged.â
âSatoru.â You pressed a hand against his chest, feeling his heart race under your palm. âWe canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâre you. Because Iâm me. Because there are a thousand reasons why this is a terrible idea.â
âIâm only hearing excuses.â He caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. âNot actual reasons.â
And that was how it started â with blood and curses and kisses in dark hallways. With terrible ideas that felt too good to resist.
Keeping it secret was both easier and harder than you expected. Easier because everyone already knew how Satoru was â flirtatious, tactile, always pushing boundaries. No one questioned when he draped himself over your desk during meetings or appeared uninvited in your office and stayed for hours.
Harder because every moment felt like a lie of omission. Harder because you had to watch him walk into danger again and again, had to maintain professional distance when all you wanted was to grab him and never let go.
You stole moments where you could find them. Quick kisses in empty classrooms, heated encounters between missions, quiet nights in your apartment when the world thought he was somewhere else entirely.
It ate at you sometimes. Not because you wanted to announce it to the world, but because each moment felt borrowed, stolen from a future you might never have.
Every time he left for a mission, every time he faced another curse, you wondered if this would be it. If this would be the time your last memory of him would be a secret smile across a meeting room, a cryptic message that no one else understood. But then heâd come back, always with that insufferable smile, usually with some ridiculous story about how amazing heâd been.
Heâd find ways to touch you in public that looked casual â a hand at the small of your back during briefings, fingers brushing as he passed you documents, his body angled toward yours in crowded rooms like a sunflower seeking light.
And the worst part? The absolute worst part was how good he was at pretending. How easily he maintained his public persona â the untouchable, unbeatable Satoru Gojo, who flirted with everyone and meant it with no one.
Sometimes youâd catch him looking at you in meetings with the same expression he gave everyone else, and for a moment, youâd wonder if youâd imagined everything between you.
But then night would fall, and heâd show up at your door with takeout and that soft smile he saved just for you. Heâd kiss you like he was trying to apologize for every moment he had to pretend you were nothing special, like he was trying to prove that this, the two of you, was the only real thing in his world.
You never talked about the future. How could you? In your line of work, tomorrow was never guaranteed. Each mission could be your last, each kiss could be your goodbye. The closest you ever came to acknowledging it was in the desperate way heâd hold you after a close call, in the way youâd trace his features in the dark like you were trying to memorize them by touch.
Some nights, when sleep eluded you both, heâd tell you about the weight of being the strongest, about the exhaustion of being everyoneâs last hope.
Heâd whisper his fears into your skin â not of death or defeat, but of failing those who believed in him. Those were the moments when the great Satoru Gojo disappeared, leaving just Satoru, just a man who carried the world on his shoulders and made it look easy.
You lived for those moments. The quiet ones, the real ones, the ones where he wasnât the strongest sorcerer alive but just yours. Just as you were his.
You carved out your own little infinity in the spaces between battles and duties. A secret world where his laugh wasnât for show, where your touch wasnât professional, where you could just be the two of you without the weight of expectations and reputations.
But infinity, as it turned out, had limits. Even his.
Looking at him now, preparing to face Sukuna with that same causality he brought to everything, you wondered if this was how your story was always meant to end. If all those stolen moments were just preparing you for this â one last morning, one last smile, one last chance to pretend tomorrow might come.
The world needed someone stronger, he said. But you needed him. And maybe that was the cruelest curse of all â loving someone the world needed more than you did.
"Promise me something," you said then.
"Hmm?"
"Promise me you won't just give up. Promise me you'll fight to come back."
He pulled back slightly, reaching up to remove his blindfold. His striking blue eyes met yours, intense and clear.
"I promise," he said, "that everything I do today will be for a better tomorrow."
"That's not what I asked."
"It's the only promise I can make."
"Stop." Your voice turned sharp, anger finally breaking through. "Stop talking about tomorrow. Stop talking about the future and the next generation and whatever noble sacrifice you think you need to make. I don't care about any of that."
"Don't you?"
"No, I don't." You grabbed his jacket, fingers twisting in the fabric. "I don't care if the world needs someone stronger. I don't care if the next generation needs to step up. I care about you, you impossible man. I want you here, alive, with me. Is that so wrong? Am I not allowed to be selfish when it comes to you?"
"Huh." He caught your hands in his, but didn't pull them away from his jacket. "And here I thought you understood me better than anyone."
"Don't." You tried to pull away, but he held firm. "Don't you dare try to make this about understanding. I understand perfectly. But you're wrong. You don't have to do this."
His smile faltered slightly. "It's not that simple."
"It is that simple!" Your voice cracked. "You're choosing to make it complicated. You're choosing to walk away, to... to what? Make some grand statement about the future? Prove that the world can survive without the great Satoru Gojo?"
"Someone has to."
"But why does it have to be you?" The words burst out of you, raw and desperate. "Why do you have to be the one to show them? Why can't you just fight to win, to live, to come back toâ" You cut yourself off, biting back the words that wanted to follow.
"To you?" he finished softly.
"Yes," you said, dropping your forehead against his chest. "To me. Call me selfish, call me short-sighted, I don't care. I want more mornings like this. More everything. More of you, being insufferably calm and making terrible jokes and acting like the world isn't ending when we both know it might be."
He was quiet for a moment, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. When he spoke, his voice was gentler than before.
"I can't promise to come back." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But know this, every moment with you has been worth fighting for. Worth living for."
You pulled back enough to look at him, really look at him. "Then fight for more moments. Fight to make more memories. Fight to come back to me, not for some greater purpose or stupid sacrifice, but because you want to."
"And if I told you that wanting isn't enough?"
"Then I'd call you a liar." Your voice turned cold. "Because you're Satoru fucking Gojo. When has anything ever been impossible for you? When have you ever let anyone tell you what you can't do?"
ââ"This is differentâ"
"How? How is this different? Because it's Sukuna? Because it's the fate of jujutsu society? Or because you've already decided how this story ends?"
His hands tightened on you, and for a moment, just a moment, you saw something flicker behind those blue eyes â doubt, fear, longing, you couldn't tell. But then it was gone, replaced by that same calm certainty that made you want to scream.
"Because I can't protect everyoneâcan't protect you if I allow myself to believe in a tomorrow," he whispered.
The gentleness in his voice, the soft way he delivered words meant to cut, made you want to tear the world apart. It was so perfectly Satoru â to break your heart like he was doing you a favor, to wound you with a tenderness that felt more cruel than any violence could be.
"I never asked you to protect me," you said finally. "I asked you to stay. There's a difference."
"Is there?" His hand came up to cup your face, shaking ever so slightly, betraying the calm he fought so hard to maintain. "Because every time I look at you, all I can think about is how many people would use you to get to me. How many would hurt you just to prove they could touch something I care about."
"So your solution is to what? Die nobly? Make sure there's nothing left for them to use against you?"
"My solution is to make sure the world doesn't need me anymore." His thumb brushed across your cheek, catching a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "To make sure you don't need me anymore."
"That's not your choice to make. You don't get to decide what I need. You don't get to martyr yourself for some greater good and pretend it's for my protection."
"Then what would you have me do?" For the first time, there was a hint of frustration in his voice. "Ignore my responsibilities? Pretend I'm not who I am?"
"I would have you fight like you want to come back!" The words ripped from your throat. "Fight like there's someone waiting for you after. Fight like you love me as much as I love you!"
The confession rang out between you, and the moment it left your lips, you realized you'd never said it before. Through all the stolen moments, all the secret touches, all the nights you'd spent memorizing each other's bodies â you'd never actually spoken those words aloud.
You'd both danced around it, implied it in every action, every look, every unfinished sentence, but neither of you had ever dared to make it real with words.
Until now. Until you were angry enough, desperate enough, terrified enough to let it slip from your heart straight past your defenses.
"Love?" His voice was barely a whisper.
"Of course I love you, you idiot." Your voice equally quiet. "Why else would I be standing here, begging the strongest sorcerer alive to be selfish just once?â
He made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, maybe a sob, his fingers tightening on you. "Don't," he whispered, and for the first time that morning, his voice was shaking. "Don't make this harder than it already is. Don't say things that make me want toâ" He cut himself off, jaw clenching. "That make me want impossible things."
"Impossible? Since when does Satoru Gojo believe in impossible?"
"Since I realized loving you means putting you at risk." His thumb brushed your cheek, the gesture achingly gentle. "Since I understood that staying alive isn't the same as keeping you safe."
"I hate this." You shook your head. "I hate how calmly you can stand here and talk about sacrifice like it's inevitable. Like there's no other way."
"Would you prefer if I fell apart?" His smile turned sad. "If I raged and cried and promised things I might not be able to keep?"
"Yes," you admitted, your hands coming up to cover his where they still held your face. "Because at least then I'd know you want to stay as much as I want you to."
"Oh, my love." The endearment fell from his lips like a confession. "Wanting to stay has never been the question. The question is whether I can live with myself if I do."
"And what about whether I can live with myself if you don't?" Your voice broke. "What about whether I can forgive myself for not fighting harder to make you stay?"
"This isn't your fight."
"Like hell it isn't." You pulled back. "You think I spent months learning to clear battlefields just so you could take center stage? You think I perfected my technique to complement your infinity because I had nothing better to do?" You dug your nails into your palms, throat tight with fury. "I've been fighting alongside you since before you ever kissed me in that hallway. Before you ever decided I was worth protecting. Don't you dare tell me this isn't my fight when I've spent years making sure you had the space you needed to be great."
He was quiet for a long moment, studying you. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost reverent. "And that's exactly why I need to go. The world doesn't need more people making space for me. It needs people who'll fill that space themselves."
You recoiled like he'd slapped you, hurt burning in your chest. "Is that what you think I've been doing? Making myself smaller for you? Made space for you because I was afraid to reach higher?" You stepped closer, deadly calm now. "I made space for you because that's what you do when you love someone."
His lips twitched into a smile. "So you do understand me."
"Don't pretend those are the same thing."
He was quiet for a moment. Then, instead of answering, he pulled you into a kiss that tasted like goodbye. Like all the tomorrows you'd never have, all the moments you'd never share, all the promises neither of you could keep. You kissed him back with everything you had â all your fury and fear and love condensed into this one perfect, terrible moment.
His hands tangled in your hair like he was trying to memorize the feeling, yours gripping his jacket as if you could keep him here through sheer force of will. When you finally broke apart, hearts pounding, foreheads pressed together in the space between one heartbeat and the next.
"I'll hate you," you whispered against his lips. "If you don't come back, I'll hate you for the rest of my life."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, and for once, his smile held an edge of something raw, something that looked almost like pain. "No, you won't."
"I will." Your fingers tightened in his jacket. "I'll hate you for making me fall in love with someone who was always planning to leave. I'll hate you for every morning I wake up alone, for every mission briefing where someone else stands in your place, for every year I have to leave flowers on your grave."
"You'll move on. You'll find someoneâ"
"Fuck you," you cut him off, the words sharp enough to draw blood. "Don't you dare tell me how I'll feel. Don't you dare stand here and plan out my future without you in it."
"I'm just trying toâ"
"To what? Prepare me? Make it easier? There's nothing easy about loving you, Satoru Gojo. There never has been. But I chose it anyway. Every day, knowing this moment would come."
"Would you prefer if I said goodbye properly? If I made it messy and painful and real?"
"I'd prefer if you stopped pretending this is just another mission and show me something that tells me this is killing you like it's killing me."
The silence stretched between you like a chasm. For just a moment, beneath his careful composure, you caught a glimpse of the man behind the name â vulnerable, conflicted, maybe even afraid. But he buried it quickly, like he buried everything that might make him waver from his chosen path.
You'd always known this about him, hadn't you? Known it from that first bloody mission, from every fight where he'd put himself between the world and destruction.
Satoru Gojo was a man built for sacrifice, shaped by duty and power into something that could never truly belong to just one person. You'd fallen in love with him anyway, foolishly hoping that maybe love could be enough to make him choose differently.
But watching him now, seeing the gentle finality in every movement, you understood with crushing clarity that this was always how it would end. No amount of pleading or anger or love could change what he'd already decided.
He'd made his choice long before this morning, probably before he'd ever kissed you in that darkened hallway.
"Keep the tea warm for me," he said finally, stepping back. The words were casual, almost playful â exactly the kind of thing he'd say on any other morning. But that's what made it cruel. Even now, he was trying to soften the blow, pretending this was just another goodbye, just another mission.
You didn't say anything as he walked to the door. Didn't wish him luck or tell him to be safe. The time for those platitudes had passed.
Instead, you watched him pause in the doorway, his hand resting on the frame. For a moment, you thought he might turn around, might drop the act and let you see something real. One last true moment before the end.
He didn't fully turn, but his voice carried back to you, soft and achingly sincere. "I love you. More than anything." A pause. "That's why I have to go."
The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the air from your lungs. You'd never expected them, had made peace with the silence between heartbeats where those words should have lived.
You'd imagined them differently, in all the quiet moments you'd shared â whispered against your skin in the dark, laughed into your mouth between kisses, murmured sleepily on lazy mornings. Not like this. Never like this.
How cruel, that he would finally say them now, when they felt more like a funeral rite than a confession. A parting gift from a man walking towards his own chosen end, making what should have been beautiful feel like another wound. The words you'd never dared hope for now hurt more than a lifetime of silence ever could.
Your throat burned with all the things you wanted to scream at him â about how love should mean staying, about how he was breaking your heart while trying to save it, about how dare he make those words sound like goodbye when they should have been a beginning.
"I hate you," you whispered.
He made a sound that might have been a laugh or might have been something more broken. "No, you don't." The certainty in his voice felt like another wound. "You love me. You said so yourself."
"I'll hate you." Your voice hardened with each word. "I'll hate you so much it'll make you wish you'd stayed."
His hand tightened on the doorframe, knuckles white with tension. For a heartbeat, you thought you'd finally cracked his composure. That he might turn around and choose you over duty, love over destiny.
He didn't.
The door closed behind him with a soft click that sounded like an ending.
"But I'll wait for you anyway," you whispered to the empty room, hating yourself for the truth in those words.
The truth was, you'd always known it would end like this, known that loving Satoru Gojo meant loving someone who belonged to the world before he belonged to you.
But you'd been naive enough to hope. Foolish enough to think that maybe, just maybe, love could be enough to make him choose differently. That your selfish desire to keep him alive and whole could outweigh his selfless need to reshape the world.
The morning light cut across the empty room, highlighting the space where he'd stood moments before, and you wondered about the cruelty of it all.
Was it wrong to want to keep him here? To ask the strongest sorcerer alive to choose personal happiness over humanity's future? How many would suffer because you'd asked him to be selfish just this once?
But then again, how many had already been saved by him? How many times had he bled and broken and pieced himself back together for a world that only saw him as a shield, never as a man? Didn't he deserve the chance to live for himself, just once?
If love died today, buried six feet under noble intentions and greater goods, then maybe hate was all you had left. And wasn't there something pure in that? In hating him with the same intensity you'd loved him? In letting that hate fill the spaces he left behind, burning away the softness until all that remained was sharp edges and bitter truths?
The world needed Satoru Gojo the symbol, the untouchable god of jujutsu. But you'd needed Satoru, just Satoru, the man who brought you tea exactly how you liked it and kissed you like you were his everything. The man who was walking away, leaving you with nothing but memories and the taste of hate on your tongue.
Was it selfish to think your love was worth more than the world's need? Was it cruel to measure the weight of one heart against humanity's future?
Love and duty were never meant to be weighed against each other like this, weren't meant to be choices that tore a person in two. And perhaps that was the real tragedy â not that he was walking away, but that you'd let yourself believe he wouldn't.
You'd known how this story would end from that very first kiss. Had tasted it in every goodbye before a mission, felt it every time you waited anxiously for his return, seen it lurking behind every smile that never quite reached his eyes.
Loving Satoru Gojo meant loving someone who was always meant to be sacrificed. You'd just been naive enough to think sacrifice could look different, that it didn't have to end with you here, choking on love turned to ash in your mouth.
Your fingers traced your lips where those three words still lingered like a curse. The tea was getting cold on the windowsill. You should pour it out, make a fresh cup. Should start preparing for a world where Satoru Gojo was just a memory, a legend, a story of sacrifice and strength. Should learn how to breathe around the thorns growing in your chest where love used to live.
Instead, you stayed frozen, caught in the space between what was and what could have been. Because maybe he was wrong. Maybe the world didn't need someone stronger. Maybe it just needed him to come back. You certainly did.
But it was too late for maybes now. He was already gone, walking toward a destiny he'd chosen long before he'd chosen you. And you were left here, caught between hating him for leaving and loving him for exactly who he was â a man who would always choose the greater good, even when it shattered both your hearts.
But perhaps the cruelest irony was that in trying to protect humanity, he'd forgotten he was human too. That in becoming everyone's shield, he'd forgotten shields could break. That hearts could break. That yours was breaking.
The sun climbed higher in the sky, indifferent to your pain, indifferent to the way your world had just walked out the door with a smile and a promise he might not be able to keep.
You'd wait anyway. Even knowing how the story was meant to end, you'd wait. Because that's what love was â not just the beautiful parts, but the ugly parts too. The waiting. The hoping. The hating.
The choosing to love someone even when they choose something else. Even when that love turns to poison in your veins.
Even when they choose the world over you.
The tea had long gone cold when you finally moved, muscles stiff from standing still for so long. You'd sworn you wouldn't watch. Had promised yourself you wouldn't be there to see him die for his greater tomorrow.
But your hands were already reaching for your jacket.
Because that was the thing about loving Satoru Gojo â even when it turned to hate, even when it felt like acid in your throat, you couldn't look away. You'd watch him fight Sukuna. Watch him smile that infuriating smile as he chose the world one last time.
After all, you'd already promised to hate him if he didn't come back.
The least you could do was be there to keep that promise.
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In Bloom
Asmodeus x Reader
Fluff. W.C. 2348
Asmo learns just how much you adore him with the help of human world flower language
Asmodeus liked the Winter.
He liked how the blanket of snow, untouched and perfect, looked like angel down. How the beautiful white hydrangeas were captured in a frosted moment of stillness, as close to being immortalised as he would ever be. Glittering beneath the pale moon like stars fallen from the sky.
He liked the breathlessness that caught his lungs when the cold wind danced through his hair, the tremble of his hands as he took fistfulls of powdery snow and felt his nerves protest before they grew numb.
There was beauty in it, a kind that was out of reach lest it melt from even the gentlest touch. Like a snowflake resting on his fingertip, no matter how cold he willed his blood to run, it would always melt. A beauty that would fade if he held it, no matter how many times he reached out. He smiled, because there was beauty in that yearning too.
Tonight there was no such comfort. It was hot, loud, and buzzing with the energy of lust and passion coursing through the streets. Early in his life he had learned, summer was hot no matter the realm.
Whether it was the ticklish kiss of endless light in the Celestial gardens, or the jewel blues and ivory whites that stretched to the horizon of a human world beach, or even the promising, rich darkness of the Devildom as lights flashed and sweet perfume mingled with smoke like an aphrodisiac, all had a exhilarating energy. All felt like young love, like sugar and sticky lips, and whispered secrets he really should have kept.
In the middle of it all, posed effortlessly beneath an illuminated bar sign, Asmodeus stood waiting more impatient by the minute.
Really, he knew better.
Craning his neck down to steal a glimpse at his D.D.D, and another not thirty seconds later, like the entire street didnât have him in their sights. Like every perfect, irresistible inch of him wasnât being watched. Not that a tilt of his head and a pout didnât look good, he was sure anyone with eyes would be falling over themselves to witness such a cute sight, let alone be the cause of it⌠But that wasnât the point. He didnât chase, he didnât stand outside any club waiting. He didnât have to show up 20 minutes early to any date. He was Asmodeus.
All it took was a smile and a pretty bat of his eyes and he had anything, anyone he wanted. But that didnât matter, because you saw straight through him.
You, a pretty little human with a heart as impenetrable as ice. A human with eyes as sharp as a knife, and a mind to match. You, the quick witted, daring little lambwho had convinced him to give himself to you for just a chance to get close enough to lose himself in the enigma that you were.
His master, who cut him down like it was nothing with those piercing eyes. You treated him like he was anybody else. It didnât matter that seduction was dripping from his tongue when he called your name, or that his hands hinted at all the wonderful things he could do to you when he painted your nails and traced his name into your palmâŚ
That wasnât enough for you, you didnât want quick and easy pleasure, or to reap the benefits that would come with sleeping with him. You didnât want him, not like that, and he didnât know how to deal with it. For the first time in his life, the beautiful mask he wore couldnât hide the things he buried beneath the surface. . . .
âSo tell me, have all your needs been met during your stay with us?â He smiled, massaging a luxurious cream into his hands. You were in bed, relaxing in the shared guest room of the Demon lord's castle. His eyes drifted along your form through the reflection of his vanity. Taking in every dip and curve of your body, draped beneath the vermillion blanket that made it so much more fun to imagine what was underneath. âFor the most part. It took me a while to get used to no sun, my sleep schedule has been a wreck.â Your voice was soft and a little bit hoarse, no doubt weakened by the eventful day behind you and the pull of sleep.
Simeon had left to look after Luke, which was fine by Asmo, having a moment alone with you was rare. Mammon had been clinging to you like a wet blanket, hovering around you from the moment you had made him yours. Though he hated to admit it, Lust and Greed had more in common than one might think. Both of them wanted.
âHm, Iâd hate to see that delicate skin of yours become dull, Little lamb⌠If you arenât sleeping, there are more than a few ways to pass the time and wear you out.â He smiled at you, holding your gaze while trailing his hand down his forearm, and under his robe. You smiled at him and shook your head. âHaha, Iâm good thanks.â
The heavy silence that had settled was cut by the chime of your notifications going off. With a stretch, you patted your arm around and reached for your D.D.D. âSo, uhâŚâ He didnât look up, letting you continue.
But you didnât. This wasnât something he was used to, people were stunned by his beauty, yeah, blessed by his presence⌠But no compliments fell from your lips, no dreamy look glossed over your eyes, and his oh so tempting offer hadnât stolen your breath. Were you scared? Ah, how cute!
Before he could say anything, your D.D.D chimed again and you turned your attention to your screen. A scowl quickly formed on your face, but even in the dim candlelight, he could see the affection in your eyes.
âThat dummyâŚâ You sat up and typed back a message to, undoubtedly, Mammon. Fighting to keep a smile off your face.
Instead of speaking, he looked away. What did Mammon have that brought you out of your shell? What could his annoying, loud, stupid older brother have that made you smile like that? And why didnât you smile at him like that? Didnât you see him? The Avatar of Lust! In nothing but a satin robe! All alone in your bedroom, and you were paying attention to Mammon?
Lust, and Greed⌠Even in the darkness, he was certain you could see the shimmer of sin in his eyes. But you didnât look at him again. . . .
It was fifteen minutes now. Fifteen long, slow minutes until you would meet him. Flicking open his compact mirror, he studied the glittery eyeshadow he had dusted over his lids. It enhanced the natural draw of his eyes, which he hoped would keep your eyes on his. He understood, of course, that he didnât have to impress you but he was still, well, he was still Asmo.
A little glitter, a little flirting, that was who he was! But you had shown him that wasnât all he was. . . .
âOh, Asmo! Iâve been looking for you.â He opened his eyes, and yawned. Maybe Belphie was onto something with these afternoon naps. You ran up to him, holding a basket of different flowers. âHi, Hon. Donât tell me youâre actually going to do that assignment?â By the looks of it, you were. Bits of dirt had stained the cuffs of your uniform, and you smelled like petrichor, earthy. Roots and stems stuck out of the woven basket as if you had stuffed it full.
âUh, yeah. Of course I am.â You shook your head, not everyone could get away with handing in a premade bouquet like him.
The cultural exchange class, part of the new curriculum for the exchange program, had issued an assignment about flowers. More specifically, contrasting and comparing symbolism between the three realms flower languages and social history. He was excited at first, but after hearing that he was expected to grow and pick the flowers himself, he was out. Uh uh, he was not getting dirt under his nails
âCome on, itâs not so bad! Sol taught me a spell to instantly sprout and blossom these little guys.â You handed him the basket, which he daintily took. âHm. I donât see how thatâs any better, but show me what youâve got.â You grinned and sat beside him, watching him open the basket.
âThese are Gypsophila, or babyâs breath. Narcissus-.â He giggled at that one. âJust listen okay!â He threw his hands up and nodded as you continued. âOtherwise known as daffodil. This one is Heliotrope.â He twirled it between his fingers, admiring the little blossoms you had grown. âSo what do they mean?â He set them back and moved to give you back your basket. Instead, you gently set it in his lap. âYouâre gonna have to figure that out yourself, Pretty boy.â
Pulling a thick tome, or⌠Gardening book, out of your school bag, you placed it among the flowers and smiled. Before he could protest, you bounded up to your feet, leaned over, and kissed his temple. He felt the warmth of your breath against his skin as you pulled back. âOh! I-IâŚâ His tongue fumbled over all the clever responses he was struggling to think of.
Tucking his hair back, you pulled a stem from your sleeve and placed it behind his ear. It was a small white flower, with not a speck of dirt on it. You had clearly spent the most effort on this one, preening the stem and leaves so it would rest comfortably in his hair.
His eyes widened and he stared at you, you were so close to him⌠His face felt hot and he didnât try to speak again. âAlyssum.â
âWhat?â You giggled, and stepped back. âThat oneâŚâ You nodded towards the blossom adorning his ear. âIs Alyssum. I think it suits you, andâŚâ You paused, looking away. âWell, just read the book and do your homework!â Laughing, you ran off just as quickly as you had come. The sound rang out like bells, as you rounded the hedges and left. Asmodeus blinked, and finally breathed out.
Looking down at the basket and all the pretty flowers, he realised there wasnât dirt on any of them. Each one, while not as pristine as the Alyssum, was preened and carefully selected so he could handle them without sullying his hands. You had grown them⌠For him? His hand covered his mouth, and he giggled softly. Picking up the book you had left him, he felt giddy to learn what each one meant. . . .
Ten minutes now. Ten minutes to ready himself, ten minutes until he could tell you he had gotten an âAâ on his assignment, and that he was so⌠Happy. Tears blurred his sight, and he wiped them away before they could ruin his makeup. The chatter of the crowds had faded out, the scorching heat and weight of all the eyes on him gone. His mind was spinning and he had to keep reminding himself to be patient. He would see you soon and he just couldnât mess up the delicate bouquet he kept behind his back. Gosh, would you like them? Were they pretty enough for you? Would you⌠Would you understand?
Looking around anxiously, he stood on his tip toes and searched the crowds for you. He didnât feel you, but maybe you would show up early? Maybe you wanted to see him sooner too?
Ever since he had made a pact with you, he felt elated. That piercing clarity, that cold beauty finally felt like it would last. You were Winter. Sharp, beautiful, and ephemeral in a way that made his heart ache.
The demon shook himself off, and took a deep breath. He would know when you were there.
He didnât have many pacts, sure. Just two. His pact with Solomon was different, it felt like electricity. Like power that commanded attention the moment his little human master was anywhere near him. His mark felt like the tingle of static in the air before lightning struck, dangerous and seductive like all power was.
But you felt⌠Softer, or maybe more subtle. There was no doubt that you were strong, you could subdue him with an effortless, overwhelming force that not even Humanity's strongest sorcerer could command. There was elegance and mystery in your power, like you had a secret that he oh so very much wanted to unveil.
Asmo was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of frost forming in his mind.
Cold, invigorating winds rushed through him. A feeling of calm, serenity filled his chest. If he focused hard enough, he could feel the soft kiss of snowflakes on his face. His pact mark tingled and his skin raised like he had laid back into fresh snow. You were here.
Opening his eyes, he grinned and turned around. You waved and smiled at him. You were here early and he didnât have time to give himself a once over before. Was his hair nice? Did his makeup run? Did you notice he was wearing your favourite colour?
âHey, youâre here early!â He put on a charming, flirty smirk. âDid you want to see me sooner?â Tilting your head, you laughed and his heart stuttered. âDefinitely.â Only you wouldnât point out that he was there first.
With a quick, deep breath, he pulled the carefully arranged bouquet of Forget me nots and held them out to you. He had rehearsed all the things he wanted to say, all the words he could use to make you see him. Instead, like a little kid, he held a fistfull of flowers in front of his face and avoided your gaze.
Your eyes sparkled, like stars fallen from the sky. Glittering like snow beneath the moon. And he was left breathless, hands trembling as he felt the rush of a powerless yearning overtake him.
You took the bouquet, and he knew you understood.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#obey me headcanons#obey me fanfic#asmo x reader#asmo x mc#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus x reader
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A couple of current/recent gaming distractions:
Coral Island - or, what if Stardew had prettier graphics, a more diverse variety of NPCs, a Southern Pacific vibe, and mermaids? Their 1.0 release happened last week, though don't mistake that for a full and unbugged release, it's still updating and working out some kinks. There's still plenty to do that justifies the price and time, though. Highly recommended if you need a cozy farming sim to take up your hours over the next few months. I have dumped 20+ hours into it over the last week, so, you know, there's where I'm at.
Lovebrush Chronicles - a new (to North America/Europe) otome mobile game, which takes place in a multiverse anchored in a modern-day university. This is interesting, I find it hard to describe the storytelling vibe here, though I'm digging it thus far. The plan appears to be to follow the same four (maybe 5-6? it's complicated) male love interests into different alternate universes. The first one is a fairy-tale/fantasy universe on the brink of destruction, and I enjoy the way each LI's story bleeds into the other ones to tell a coherent story about how the frozen apocalypse is averted. I will warn those going more for the otome romance parts that only 3 of the 4 romance storylines in this first bit end happily, which was a bit jarring to me upon reading it - the fourth is narratively satisfying, don't get me wrong, but it's definitely a tragic love story as opposed to the HEA versions the other three got. (There's an eternal/"canon" epilogue where you can pick your favorite suitor, which can give that one a happier ending, but it didn't quite give me what I was looking for overall. YMMV, obviously.) But the worldbuilding is very intriguing, and the writing is excellent, so I'm happy to keep going with it. I just know for future reference that they're not always going to provide a romance HEA for every route. It's scratching the right itch for me in many ways right now, anyway. The LIs are very trope-tastic, you've met them before in pretty much any other otome game you've played, but they're well done here and worth investing your time in.
Am I avoiding work today? Maybe. It's the quiet of pre-holiday around here.
#jaime rambles#lovebrush falls into that interesting category#of good enough that my imagination is captured#but just flawed enough that i want to ramble about how it could be better#that's kind of the fandom zone#but still not sure whether it falls quite there either#it's intriguing
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Another thought dump cause this chapter was so good!!!
â âThe gleaming moonlight is suddenly much more brilliantâŚâ the imagery for that whole paragraph is STUNNING! I can imagine it so perfectly in my mind with the way you describe it. Istg the way you describe things is pure art in and of itself
â âHow? Is the first one your mind asks. Zeke, you reply, before discarding the idea.â I love that you added this in cause Iâm betting a lot of people mightâve been questioning if it was Zeke too
â âYou are a bit embarrassed of yourself when he gives you a small smile and your stomach flutters just as your cheeks heat up.â same Reader saaaame! I can imagine it so perfectly in my head too the little smile he gave us đ¤ got me giggling and shit
â ââDonât pretend like you dont know me,â he says, further baffling you. âWe both know way too much for that.ââ so Iâm guessing then based off that line that I was right to have guessed last chapter that it is due to his future memories that he knows Readers name. Thatâs so interesting and Iâm curious to see Eren potentially tell Reader all about that and just see what he knows
â âMaybe you don't need to reweave a new tapestry just yet; maybe it's enough to only untangle the yarn.â AHHHHHHHH THE TAPESTRY LINE AGAIN!? itâs so gooooddd!!! Iâm so happy you used that metaphor again! I love especially that you used it for this line here ââŚa loose thread will ultimately be pulled by an unknown force, sending you tumbling down once again.â Itâs just such a good metaphor and I love the way youâve been using it
â girl I donât know why you were scared about writing the scouts wrong! I love the way you wrote Hange. I thought you captured her more⌠eccentric and dramatic (idk what other words to use) personality really well and I also loved how you wrote Leviâs distrust of the volunteers
â ââYou will not be able to contact Eren, or any of the others for that matter, but we want the girl to come with us.ââ oooo thatâs interesting. Iâm excited to see what they wanna do with Reader
Overall this was such a good and interesting chapter and Iâm very curious to see what you have in store for us for the next one đ
also Iâm so happy to see this fic getting more attention! You deserve it with how absolutely phenomenal your writing is đ
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âąđŁâ° | In which you fall into a fictional world with the key to Pandora's box.
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đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ are taken aback is a gross understatement; youâre utterly stunned. Your eyes widen a fraction, and for a millisecond the air, the ocean, and your heart all still.Â
Never in your dreams âwell, maybe some of themâ would you have thought that your name would come out of his mouth seconds after meeting you. There are no introductions to serve as prelude to his words, no past interactions to serve as crutch for rationalization.Â
The gleaming moonlight is suddenly much more brilliant, bathing you both in silver rays. Your hair sways in the salty ocean breeze, and so does his, matching yours in a gentle rhythm. The wind is much calmer than the storm that heralded your arrival, air strangely warmer despite the environment that would suggest otherwise.Â
Your name in his lips is not a question, but rather an answer.Â
He, somehow, knows who you are, as his tone does not ask if that is your name, but instead states it with the certainty only someone familiar with another can. It is strange, how his eyes speak of understanding, how his stance speaks of kinship.
You are frozen in place for what seems like eternity, but is likely just a couple of seconds. Hangeâs enthusiastic voice is lost in the pulse of the seaâs waves, in the drum of your heart, in the whisper of breath of your unasked questions.Â
How? Is the first one your mind asks.
Zeke, you reply, before discarding the idea. It is neither logically sound nor something coherent with the instructions and warnings you were given. The Scouts never knew about the Volunteers before they set foot on the island, never considered such an organization's existence in the first place, and much less one that Zeke led.Â
Invariably, you know him.Â
Unexpectedly, he knows you.Â
âWhat?â you instead ask out loud, when you notice that he is searching your response for confirmation. Â
You hesitate with your question, not unlike when you first asked Yelena who she was. It is terrifying how, just when you feel you have a grasp on what is happening, the rug is pulled from your feet and you are left dazed and confused on the floor.Â
It makes you think that when you reweave a new carpet from your loom, when you believe you can see the whole picture it depicts, a loose thread will ultimately be pulled by an unknown force, sending you tumbling down once again.Â
You are a bit embarrassed of yourself when he gives you a small smile and your stomach flutters just as your cheeks heat up. Maybe this is a dream you think, and it's not the first time that you are hesitant to accept reality, but it is the first occasion that you don't compare it to a nightmare.Â
âDonât pretend like you dont know me,â he says, further baffling you. âWe both know way too much for that.â
âWe do?â you ask, before correcting your tone. âWe do.â
Eren tilts his head slightly, transferring his weight from one foot to another. âYeah.â
Youâve noticed that there is a lot of space for silence in your life. Whether it contains unsaid secrets, unasked questions, or unresolved doubts, it always lingers behind you, never broken, never explained.Â
And yet now, even with the uncertainty with which you approach the newborn conversation, there is implied solidarity in his words, in his actions. Eren didnât try to pretend he was ignorant of you for the sake of having aces under his sleeve, nor did he attempt to trade that tidbit of information for another.Â
Instead he came down the hill âbecause you are certain he was given explicit orders to not approach the shipâs crewâ and talked to you, making it known that you had a connection. One that may only be just brought forth, but that came to life months before your first meeting, when he received his medal and his memories and his burden, and when you watched his story and his rage and his salvation.
You hear a whistle in the distance, and you whip your head towards its source, the sand and rock shore where the two Volunteers and two Scouts remain. You glance at them, too far away to distinguish their faces, their number, but knowing anyways who it is that stands there. Or maybe not, but you couldn't bear to think that your information was now obsolete.Â
âI have to go,â you confess as if it is a great sin.Â
Eren, who also turned his eyes to the shrill whistle, looks at you again. You swear his eyes soften, and gleam with something akin to⌠beholding? As quickly as these thoughts enter your mind you dismiss them, because, even if he could claim to know you through his future memories, it doesnât excuse what you think you see. And so, you conclude it must be a trick of the light and of your perceived closeness to him through his story.Â
He nods, not moving from his place between the dunes. You swallow, also not wanting to withdraw, but then you blink and the spell is broken on your end. The sand once again crunches underfoot, but then you stop when he calls your name again in a soft voice that is carried your way by the salty breeze. And so you cast your eyes upon him again, humming questioningly.
âTell them your name,â is what Eren says after a moment. âThey don't know,â he continues, infusing the word with weight, âbut they learned.â
And it should be painfully awkward, how blunt questions and half finished answers are being thrown about, but there is no discomfort in the exchange. You know, and he knows, and you hadnât realized how refreshing it was to just be, not relieved from the burdens but breathing in spite of them. You wonder if he has come to the same realization.Â
âI will,â you say. âThank you.â
âIâll find you later,â he says.Â
âYeah,â you answer, almost tripping over your words. âOkay.â
You dont think to ask why until much later, when your feet have already taken you to the other side of the pier, sand crunching rhythmically under your robotic footsteps. Why he would tell you, and why now, and why in that way. But the more you delve into it, the more obvious it becomes.Â
Eren knows what is supposed to happen (giant footsteps and crunching bones and the spray of blood andâ) and is, in his eyes, powerless to do anything but follow the path already established by his future self, who is likewise chained by the same revelations. Perhaps you are as well, if the haunted look in his eyes is any indication of the unstoppable future that will be realized in a little more than three years.Â
Still, everyone seeks salvation, even those who sacrifice themselves in order to save others. You and him are no exception.Â
You will save him from his preordained fate, determined by his past, by his future. He will save you from your uncertain destiny, shrouded in mystery and paradoxes.Â
Maybe you don't need to reweave a new tapestry just yet; maybe it's enough to only untangle the yarn.Â
Hange ZoĂŤ is no less enthusiastic than the character you used to watch on Tv. Levi Ackerman is no less distrustful than the man you read manga about. They havenât greeted you yet, as youâve only just arrived to stand behind Yelena, next to Onyankopon.Â
He glances at you when you arrive, silently asking with his eyes what held you back. You shake your head almost imperceptibly, imploring that neither he nor Yelena press the issue.Â
âIs that her?â Hange chirps, curiously referring to you.Â
You almost want to look behind you, to see if there's anyone else they might have been talking about, but you know there is no one else in your vicinity, and you're the only one who has approached recently enough to warrant the question.Â
âShe is the last one.â Yelena says. âPlease excuse her tardiness.â
âOh! Well, in that case it's so nice to meetââÂ
âFour eyes,â Levi interrupts. âNow's not the time for chit-chat.â He turns to glance at you, before returning to look at Yelena, the de facto leader. âExpect the ship to be searched while we escort you three to our base.â
âI would expect nothing less,â is what Yelena responds. âYour caution is commentable.â
âSure,â Levi says dryly, not an ounce of belief in his voice, signaling unnamed Scouts to march onto the ship and its crew. âGet walking.â
You all file in, walking amongst the dunes and rocks, with Yelena at the helm of your little group. You feel eyes on you, but when you turn to look no one in your direct vicinity is watching. Instead, you trip when going up some slippery rocks, too preoccupied with searching for nonexistent eyes, but fortunately Onyankopon catches you, grabbing your arm to prevent your fall.Â
The rifle slung over his shoulder rattles with the commotion, and you feel how the others turn to look at you, before registering both your actions as non threatening.Â
âCareful there, kid,â Onyankopon says.Â
âThanks,â you say breathlessly, heart still reeling from your near slip. âSorry for the, uh, tardiness.â
âIt's all good,â he reassures you, although you know your notoriety for being late is only growing.Â
You also know âwell, maybe not know, but you are smart enough to deduceâ that Onyankopon does want to ask you about your reasons for not heading directly to the pier after the Volunteer in charge of letting you out of your small cabin reported to his post.Â
But he wonât pose the question right now, where there is a great chance of being overheard, and where exchanging secrets would only cause more suspicion from the Scouts.Â
There is no idle chatter as you make your way to the multiple tents that make up the Scoutâs base, scattered around an open field in an orderly fashion. Small yellow dots light up the entrance flaps of each green structure, and there are multiple barrels strewn around.Â
You once again feel eyes on you, only this time you are aware of who those eyes belong to. It is a given that the other soldiers would be apprehensive about the Volunteers sudden appearance, but you notice how their attention lingers a tad too long on you.Â
You force yourself not to squirm under the weight of their curiosity, of their judgment. Yelena and Onyankopon get noticed as well, but it is you that garners the most attention. Because, well, adults are what they expected Marley to send, but a teenager? Even if you are older than some of the recruits and Marley didnât actually send you, it was still something they didnât account for.Â
So it is strange, even to you, who was made aware of this prematurely, how you are included in the small group with the proclaimed leaders of the Volunteer faction. Yeah, you can see why all eyes are primarily on you.Â
Hange reaches a tent that seems larger than all of the others, and enters through the flap, and the rest of you follow, flanked by Levi. They grab at the knob of the hanging lantern and the space is coated with light. On the inside there is a table and red chairs, two on one side, two on the other. Hange brings a third one from a corner, raising the total to five.
âSit, sit!â they usher you, taking their place on the other side of the table.Â
âWeapons on the table,â Levi says, less enthusiastically.Â
You don't have any weapons to turn in, so you walk towards the chair on the far right and sit, fiddling with your thumbs before you remember to quash the anxieties bubbling inside of you. There is a strong sense of deja vu when you reach for one of the teacups gingerly placed on the table, noting with some sourness how bitter tea always seems to follow you in interrogations and introductions.Â
You disassociate for a moment, choosing to retreat into your thoughts, rewinding your earlier interaction with Eren over and over again, not unlike what you used to do with his older brother.Â
What sets it apart is the intention with which you are dissecting it, turning his words upside down to squeeze more of that refreshing understanding (You know, and he knows, and you hadnât realized how refreshing it was to just beâ) out.Â
There is silence again, but this time it is filled with tension. You blink, unsettled by the lack of discussion between the two Volunteers and the two Scouts, only to find the later ones looking at you expectantly, Leviâs expression disguised with more finesse than Hangeâs.
ââŚSorry, what?â you ask.Â
âYour name,â Hange clarifies. âI asked for your name.â
âOh,â you say. âItâs Y/n.â
There is something almost imperceptible in the way Hange fiddles with Yelenaâs gun, a recognition in both their and Leviâs eyes that you mightâve missed were it not for Erenâs insistence in presenting yourself with your name.Â
You risk a glance at Yelena but her eyes are on you, not them, as are Onyankoponâs, so you let yourself breathe, halfway convinced they didnât notice.
Hange does not miss a beat. âItâs nice to meet you Miss Y/n!â they say, drowning out your protests of Just Y/n pleaseâ and placing the gun back on the table, next to the rifle.
You nod, hesitant. âItâs nice to meet you too, uh, âŚ?â You trail off, not remembering if they already introduced themselves or not.
âHange ZoĂŤ, at your service!â They say, nudging Levi when he doesnât say anything.
âLevi Ackerman.â And if you notice the distinct lack of add on like Hangeâs introduction, well, that is to be expected.
Yelena takes the opportunity to steer the conversation away from pointless (to you) introductions and unimportant (to her) dialogue.
âSo, about our proposalâŚâ
She launches onto the plan you rehearsed and memorized with Zeke, drilled into your mind enough times as to prevent any slip ups of the scheme only him, Yelena, and you know.
Itâs not different at all from the one presented in the series, and although you now have it branded deep in your mind, back home you had to watch several videos and read several posts in order to understand.Â
The beauty of Attack On Titan was in the convoluted yet intriguing plot and themes, yet sometimes you needed outside help to comprehend half of the stuff that was going on. The fact that each character has their own motivations and their own secrets on top of the changing allegiances do nothing to help.
Still, hours and hours spent scraping the wiki and watching compilations finally pay off, and youâre confident in your ability to not only remember each plan, but also the people involved and the moments in which their loyalties shifted.
The motions are well rehearsed; Zeke will contact the nation of Hizuru, and Hizuru will contact the outside world, advocating for Paradis, as well as provide the blueprints necessary to help advance the islandâs technology.
The plan would take around fifty years to reach completion, the amount of time that is estimated as enough to take to bring Paradis to a similar level technology wise to the rest of modern society. There would be a small-scale Rumbling to show off the islandâs power, acting as a deterrent for nations with wishes to invade.Â
Hange takes the gun again, pointing it directly at their face. It is unloaded, but it still unnerves you. You werenât a gun savvy by any means, but the first thing you had been taught by Zeke when going over gun safety was to never ever point the gun at yourself, not even when it had the safety on, not even when it was unloaded.Â
Yelena lists off the numbers of personnel in the army, counting all the divisions; the infantry, the navy, and aerial forces. Despite Hangeâs and Leviâs best attempts, it is evident how frazzled they are by the revelation.Â
One million foot soldiers, three fleets of twenty one battle ships each, new technologies and aerial weapons. Those are the new enemies that they must now fight against, a stark contrast to the mindless but brutal titans they are used to dealing with.Â
âIf Marley had such capabilities the whole time, why havenât they attacked in over a year?â asks Hange.Â
âThere are two main reasons,â Yelena begins. âOne; the Pure Titans. Even with the latest weapons available to Marley, they would hinder a land assault. Quite ironic that the very thing that is used to confine Eldians to the island also protects it from outside forces.âÂ
âYeah, well, ainât that funny,â Levi says.Â
Yelena sips her tea. âStill, Iâm impressed.â
âImpressed?â Hange asks.
Yelena doesnât answer, choosing instead to take a sip from her cup. She looks at her right, directly at you, as if she wanted you to answer in her place. And you can't and won't ever be able to read her mind, but youâre pretty sure you can guess what she is playing at.Â
âIt's almost dawn,â you point out. âAnd we are sitting in a tent drinking tea. There is no commotion outside, no one hurrying to their fighting posts. There are also no protective structures around the base, suggesting that you have exterminated almost if not all titans on the island.â
It's clear they weren't expecting you to speak. Even if Eren told them something, the most logical approach to your presence in the tent was as a buffer, something for the Scouts to pick at, to find weakness in. Yelena is helping you overcome that, because, even if it would be easier to infiltrate them if you are deemed as non-threatening, the trust that would be placed upon you should you be assessed as capable makes them want to take the gamble.Â
âAnd the second reason?â Hange asks.Â
âCurrently, Marley is at war with multiple nations,â Yelena says. âThe loss of the Colossal and Female titan, as well as the defeat of their Warrior unit has given many of their enemies the chance to unite and retaliate against Marley.â
âIf you guys are secret agents who infiltrated Marley, Iâm guessing you came from conquered nations?â Hange asks.Â
Yelenaâs and Onyankoponâs faces hardenâ one fake, one true.Â
âOh, Iâm right?!,â they exclaim after. âI bet youâve got some pretty big backers to go up against Marley then.â
âNot quite,â Yelena says, and after a moment she clarifies. âOnyankopon and I are from conquered nations, but Y/n is Eldian.â There is only one truth in her whole statement, a new record. âWe were powerless, forced to play soldiers for the nation that took our homes, but Y/n was deemed a devil the moment she was born.â
The fake backstory you're using makes you a little uncomfortable, but it sure was convenient. They wanted to paint you as smart, but not too intelligent as to outsmart Paradis. Dependable, but not a pushover. Eldian, just like them, facing obstacles even when outside the walls.Â
You tune out Yelena praising Zeke for organizing the Anti-Marleyan Volunteers, calling him a god amongst mortals. You hoped that small, subtle discomfort showed in your face, so the two members of the Scouts present would notice that you weren't lost in reverence for Zeke.Â
âWe are the Anti- Marleyan Volunteers,â she finishes. âOur goal: To free the Eldian people.â
Levi and Hange share glances, no doubt discussing the answer they would give.Â
âWe would like assurance of your allegiances,â Levi says. âYou will not be able to contact Eren, or any of the others for that matter, but we want the girl to come with us.â
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realizing i have. a lot of untapped trauma potential for clone^2 danny because i just Fully Processed Four Months Late the fact that his parents were capturing and torturing ghosts in the basement before he became Phantom. and the fact that he was on house rest for 2 weeks. during that time period. and he wasn't really leaving the house. he could hear their screaming through the floorboards
*points at clone danny* i can give you suuuuuuch a bad time babe ahaha. i've got two untouched years before you meet damian what fucks you up before then
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#clone^2#danny fenton is a clone#like i dont even need to traumatize you worse the pure explorative options from this aLONE is enough to feed me for a week.#like. tucks hair behind ear let me shatter you into glass pieces then glue you back together babe. i can put you back together so good.#i'm missing a few shards because some parts of you broke into such small pieces i couldn't pick them back up again so you'll be missing a#few chunks of yourself that you'll never get back but that's okay. you'll still be a resemblance of your old self :]#don't let anakin (me) listen to late night sad songs he makes angst.#hhh imagine being stuck in a house for two weeks where you can hear your parents torturing ghosts in the basement and not only that but#you're the only person who can undERSTAND the ghosts. how many times did he see his parents drag in a ghost with whatever capturing device#they made recently? iirc the thermos was like. brand new in episode one right? but gOD the trauma this alone would cause#nobody touch me im cooking rn i need to think about how this would impact danny. like obvs it would fuel into a developing obsession to#keep his parents away from ghosts and to help the dead but what *else.* i need to refine my becoming phantom ficlet i wrote back in winter#raaa#and like even after two weeks they were *still capturing ghosts* danny just wasn't in the house 24/7 at the time.#*but those two fucking weeks man*#i need to sleep on this first before i make any major moves bc i know im tired but i am having thOUGHTs
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omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!
#& [it might be 5am but i'll still see if i can draw some] trackpad homemade reacts. inhales & hands to head/face x9 then walking off#site giving pretty random Suggested assortment there where i was like oh right sure. prob not tumblr keywords captures lmaooo#(plus happened to have it open in firefox) but my god Not the scapegoated literal seers lmfao. whoooo. my god#also it was just really good anyways like right nice. damn#the (queerrr) seerrr the perceiverrr the truth tellerrr the ruinerrr the scapegoat be-errr the internalizerrr the neurodivergerrr#& now i Know there is 0% chance ppl weren't putting ''always a gay cousin or it's you (avuncular edition)'' in that thing#family tree design not even leaving space for the hypothetical kids of this relative we mostly pretend is nonexistent hmm#also that necessarily. it's giving all intents & purposes Disability abt a dozen ways & it's saying [accept that] vs [we'd better fix him]#you don't cite said [it's giving disability] as part of the We All Hate The Horrible Little Freak scapegoating justification & then be like#''actually we don't have to do that anymore b/c he's sooo normal :)'' or not if you're serious about [don't scapegoat your family] anyways#which like oh ok they Are serious so The Weirdo's scapegoating / casting out / lack of support Isn't justified#so he's still weird & you just gotta get over that b/c otherwise. bye. having a natural rat affinity is such a slay btw#& we've all been there like ''you NEVER want two scapegoats talking it's Over if they do'' + littlest kid is like um. they're the best#plankton voice Correct! inhale i'm so impressed like. getting to go ''finally someone Normal'' (serious abt letting someone Be Weird(tm))#which also always counts as like mm hard time suggesting someone's Not queer & also autistic for a start lmao. an award#adding in suggested layers like talking to oneself; talking Oddly / w difficulty; physical uncoordination; rituals ; acting; animal friend#the layer of ''& all that's fine? like?'' again rather than him ever suppressing or even changing it so far as it's suggested#besides that it's observed as Weird like but so? or else what? nonrhetorical: hostility / rescinded support & driving someone off is what?#& that Truth like the [worse treatment / exclusion / scapegoat] oft recipe for someone giving the support they're not getting themself#again Never let the [ppl both experiencing this] talk oh it's So over. or the child who's all i like family support & kindness actuallyy...#obviously also like the complete opposite of billions. knowing what they're about & letting this Just As Beloved crucial guy be So Weird#but billions Also [hmm feels right for our scapegoated guy to Perceive / Tell Truths / openly want/need & then be hurt] now get his ass#anyway [guy who could always go way on could go way on but only has thirty tags & it's 6am & i still mean to try some drawing] voice#remarkable amt of So True & ''it feels like ppl on the same page w/exactly what they're doing are all behind this''#remarkable amount of concentrated My God That Is So A Slay located in bruno all at once. what a gift#sticking to ''sometimes someone In Your Group is Weird. Disabled. deal'' firmly enough there's no ;) oh u can bet we'll Fix Him in the end#everyone always assumes the worst so....me when i'm [always as a kid yearning for Living In Secret Passages]. emile gtmpota?#oh congrats to whatever rando who will be having his dramatic gay reunion w/bruno just out of frame obviously. i perceive#now imagine if That rando was....emile gtmpota! what a crossover event. haunting4haunting. do i have enough tags for this lmao. yea#& having 1 more tag to say: as though the [endless serving] isn't enough bruno's also as close to gender envy as it gets. incl rats; sure
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Why did I start like three other projects when I was already working on a big project when I just got hit with the autism exhaustion beam (requires. At least One Full Day just dead in bed, and then some more Taking It Easy time after)
#i don't even know what prompted it...#hit w a vision. not enough time to execute it. hit w a vision. too tired to execute it.#i guess technically it was just two huh. but all the moving parts made the other one feel like two in and of itself#oh. now i remember there was another shitpost behind it. i just. didn't get to.#thinking about bruno... thinking about anna... thinking about the fairies... thinking about mirabilis specifically actually#she gets the short end of the stick characterization wise and it's such a shame.#to the point where i was unsure what to do w her... i think i got some ideas rattling around though#I CAN... GIVE HER.... SO MUCH MORE.... without changing too much about her. i just need to extrapolate.#hits her w the disability beam. idk if it's also autism but she has some sort of chronic condition#that just makes you. so tireds. moe and mira shaking hands. let's lay down and rest together.#also thinking about the subtle differences between a full dream and a daydream... between sleeping and just resting#and. making her kitty coded. she is such a kitten pile type girl. she is such a lap cat. queen of catnapping#which i'm thinking works really well w peony and even sharena. not so much moe though đđ#i want to capture a playful side. and maybe even a 'i'm still figuring out how i feel about that' side to her#like... i'm imagining peony as someone who's surprisingly insightful and emotionally intelligent.#she's got it all figured out. she already knows. she's not always right. but she tends to know what's up#i'm thinking... maybe mira isn't quite there yet. or struggles to see outside of herself. for obvious/understandable reasons#but she has that unwavering desire for joy and comfort the way peony does. she may feel a pang of jealousy here and there#but it doesn't get in the way of her goals and wants for others. which may be the defining factor actually#like obviously this could get messy if you simplify it too much into 'good' or 'bad'. bc all these girls are DIRECT reflections#of each one's trauma response. assigning morality to that is fucked up. but for story purposes... maybe freyja/freyr did. to a degree.#bc maybe they're flawed and fucked up too. it's about The Cycles. i'm getting so lost in the sauce though LMFAOO#i am GOING to do SOMETHING. for mirabilis. mark my fucking words.
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khaenriahn princess reader x knight capitano ; jealous capitano ; implied hidden relationship ; pre cataclysm ; royal au ; capitano is not cursed yet so his skin is supple and youthful ; banter and fluff
âThere is word, my lady,â his voice says lowly. You hum, reaching over to grab at his helmet. Capitano gently captures your hand before you can, pulling it away from its path to uncover his face. Thereâs a fleeting frown on your lips, but itâs gone as soon as he brings it up and presses a small, delicate kiss to the knuckles through the dark cloth that hides him from you.
âOh? What of, my dear knight?â You ask curiously. Something tells him itâs almost mockingly innocent.
âThat there is a ratherâŚdetermined prince seeking your hand in marriage.â
Sometimes, it feels unfair that very rarely do you get to see the face hidden underneath the armor, but you suppose you donât need to see Capitano to know exactly what emotion is twisted in his face. You fight back an amused grinâhis voice tells you all you need to know.
Youâre certain he must taste his own bitterness as the words fall from his tongue.
âSuch grand news,â you gasp, âand yetâŚyou speak with such hesitation. Has this news not brought you joy, my captain?â
âForgive me, my lady,â he says unamused, voice low and just shy of a grumble, âI value your wellbeing above all. Should a capable prince ask for your hand, I would be most delighted if that is what you accept.â
âYou do not sound delighted at the idea,â you tease.
âPerhaps my lady has not given me reason to think she would be interested in such a proposition,â he mutters.
This time, his voice does, in fact, sound the slightest bit petulantâlike a child who sulks after being scolded. His tone is usually one that is far too courteous. Painfully so, in fact. (Youâve spent a good number of exasperating moments insisting he be more casual with you. You reap the rewards of those efforts few and far in between). But now, he betrays himself with a flicker of frustration, far too evidently for even you to miss.
He realizes too late how childish the words must sound spoken so irritably. You can tell that he clenches his jaw, seeing the tension even under the mask as he forces himself to still the bitterness spreading through his veins.
âTell me, my dear knight,â you grin. You can imagine the unhappy lift of his brow as you speak, âwhat makes you so certain I would be disinterested in such an enticing offer?â
âIt seems my assumptions were incorrect,â he grunts, straightening his back before promptly adding, âforgive me, my lady. I must see to rather urgent military affairs. I shall be seeing youââ
âJealousy is unbecoming on you, Sir Capitano,â you quip, your hand grabbing at his wrist, tugging him towards you. He stills, stiff as a statue as your hand reaches for his helmet once more.
This time, he doesnât stop you. He allows the lithe, delicate fingers he knows so well to grab at the edge of his helmet, carefully tugging it off before his face slowly reveals itself to you. You smile, cupping a cheek before tracing your thumb along the soft skin of his face.
âI am not jealous,â he says stubbornly.
âHavenât they taught you never to lie to a princess?â You hum, stepping closer. His lips twitch just a fraction at the edges before two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards him. Flush against his chest. Tucked right against his heart. Pressed so close, you almost wonder if you could feel his heart beating through the armor if you paid close enough attention.
âYou torment me, my lady,â he murmurs quietly, âI fear I cannot accept this arrangement. It would tear through my soul to watch you be wed to another.â
âThen do not watch me,â you whisper.
You have seen his eyes flicker with soft, warm affection countless times. There is beauty underneath the helmet he wears so often, beauty that not many are so fortunate to see. You see it often, though. In private, hidden moments that he affords you. In the quiet of your chambers where the maids cannot disturb you. In the corners of the palace where no one can interrupt your fleetingly lingering touches and longing gazes.
Your hands hold his face, slowly pulling him closer as you study every precious slope across his skin. The slightly jagged curve of his nose. The plumpness of his lips. The slant of his sharp cheekbones. Every feature you know by heart, and revisit in your dreams.
You smile lightly at the thought of his jealousy, as guilty as you should feel for teasing him. Your knightâand you, his beloved princess.
âDo you wish to marry a prince?â He asks, leaning into your neck, breathing in your scent as his nose trails up your jaw until it reaches your cheek. Your breath hitches. His lips quirk into a smile.
âI wish to marry someone who owns my heart,â you say breathlessly, âprince or not.â
âPerhaps what you need is someone who is far more capable of carrying the weight of your heart. You possess rather discerning tasteâit is not easy to please you, my lady.â
You huff, glaring at him from the corner of your eyes as you ask, âdo you mean to call me difficult?â
âAmong other things,â he chuckles. Thereâs a light, teasing trail of kisses pressed to your skin, leading straight to your lips. Capitano knows exactly what heâs doing, thoughâhe stops just at the corner of them, making you pout as you try to lean in and close the gap.
He grins smugly, pulling away just enough to create distance between your mouths.
âYou should not toy with a princess,â you say, displeased.
He hums, rubbing the small of your back as he counters, âand you should not toy with the heart of a man devoted to you.â
âForgive me, my dear knight,â you murmur, gently bringing his face closer as your hands cradle his face once more, âI shall not torment you with such teasing again.â
âI am most grateful, your highness,â he fights back a chuckle.
Jealousy is unbecoming on someone as noble as the captain of your military forces. You like the way it looks on him just a little, anyway. Love the way his posture is more rigid and his voice is sharper when forced to consider the possibility of your heart yearning elsewhere. Enjoy the way he holds you tighter and closer as cool armor steals your warmth.
âShall I tell this prince I am not interested?â You ask with a knowing look.
He hums thoughtfully, a smug smile playing on his lips as he replies, âno, I think Iâd rather witness the expression of his highness when he realizes his charms hold no sway over youâa rare defeat for a man so certain of his allure.â
âSomeday I shall marry you, my dear knight,â you whisper. Finally, with a softened look, he leans in to kiss you. Slow. Delicate. So gentle, it almost feels like you are one whisper from the wind away from falling apart.
âI look forward to it, my lady. Not even celestia could stop me from claiming your hand.â
ââââââââ
The last line is a big rip if you know what I mean đ
#writing tag#capitano x reader#capitano x you#capitano fluff#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin impact fluff#genshin impact x reader#genshin x you#genshin fluff
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⼠SHOTA AIZAWA X FEM!READER
⼠WORD COUNT: 2.3k
⼠WARNINGS/TAGS: cam girl!reader, former student/teacher relationship (but you're still his ~favorite~), praise, mutual masturbation, sex toys, use of "good girl", lots of dirty talk, aizawa is a pervert and we all know it
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âLook how far youâve come.â Shota loves how you still tremble at his praise, fingers faltering on the screen. âRemember when you used to be so shy? And now youâre just spreading your pussy open for me.âÂ
His gaze follows every movement, breath in his throat as you part your labia and slide your fingers down your folds.
He really thought it was just a rumor that the young generation of heroes had taken to social media to make money. Less villains meant less pay, sure, but he never thought heâd find you on one of his favorite sites, using the body he trained to stuff yourself with toys.
âYou were always one of my favorites. Always such a good girl.âÂ
âIâm still a good girl, Sensei. Promise.â
You prove your point by smearing your fingers over your clit, moaning as your hips buck.
âYeah? Then show me your face, sweetheart. Wanna fist my cock to every inch of you.â
Itâs so wrong. He feels like a dirty old fuck in his bedroom, sweats shoved down to his knees and his laptop screen glowing in the dark on the bed next to him. His camera faces the muscles of his chest, angled just perfectly so you can see the dark trail of hair that leads down to his cock. The frame captures the pump of his bicep as he strokes his dick, yet he leaves it up to your imagination to piece together whatâs happening off screen.Â
âThen you have to show me your face too, okay?âÂ
Thereâs the nervousness heâs used to hearing crackle in your sweet voice. Always so studious, so sweet, the most pleasant of all the brats to deal with. You only ever wanted to please.Â
He knew it was you by your bedspread in the thumbnail to your page. You still have the same pillows you used to have at U.A., all plush and girly with a memorable stuffie tucked off to the side.
âMaybe next time,â he offers, watching your tits heave and nipples tighten as you debate fulfilling his request.Â
Your camera lens is focused from the bottom of your bed, allowing him the perfect view from your spread thighs to your delicate collarbone. You never show your face, not to anyone, not even in one-on-one chat rooms. He read your rules, but heâs specialâheâs no scary stranger, just a perverted sicko who wants to watch his former student fuck herself for him.
He shouldnât be doing this. But god he canât help himself. Heâs seen you flourish as a pro hero, tight suits and bright smiles to the public, and all heâs ever thought about is how fucking pretty you must look naked.Â
âThen at least show me your cock, Sensei.â
You have got to stop calling him that. Yet his cock throbs and leaks at the honorific.Â
âFine.â
His simple answer is enough to convince you. You sit up on your knees on the bed and lean forward, making his mouth water as your breasts fill his screen.Â
Shota strangles his cock in his fist as all of you comes into view. You raise the camera high enough to show your whole bed from an upward angle, letting him leer at you from head to toe.Â
âAtta girl.â He groans as you lean back against your pillows with one hand anxiously running a finger over your lips. You stare right at him through his laptop screen and it makes his balls swell. âIâve missed your pretty face.â
He watches how his words make you press your already sticky thighs together, like his voice shot straight down to your cunt.
âOh yeah? Have you missed me, too? Do you think about your old Sensei?â
Moaning, youâre unashamed to slide your hand down your stomach, spreading your thighs so you can relieve the ache heâs building between your legs.Â
âMhmm, I do. Right now Iâm thinking about what your cock looks like.âÂ
Heâd almost forgotten his promise. Shota looks down at his length, sucking in a deep breath at the sight of himself swollen and drooling for you. He pumps himself a few times just to feel the pleasure, to gain the courage to drag the laptop with his free hand just enough to bring his dick into the picture.
A sharp little gasp from you echoes into his room and heâs suddenly far too self-satisfied. He admires how you writhe on your bed, pulling your knees up so he can once again see the full image of your wet pussy.Â
âYouâre so big,â you whisper like you mean it, like youâre wishing you had his cock in your hand instead of his.Â
âYou think Iâd fit inside you, hm?âÂ
Youâre like a curious cat eyeing him across the screen, lashes fluttering as you glance him over from base to tip. You must have a screen set up right next to your camera because your gaze is still meeting his as your head bobs up and down with the way he strokes his cock.Â
âI dunno,â you moan as you spread your legs wider, two fingers dipping to prod at your hole, âyouâre bigger than my toys.â
âAnd I bet that little cunt is so tight. Put your fingers in and show me.â
You still listen so obediently, just like when you were his student.Â
He thumbs the head of his cock as he watches you sink two fingers into yourself, the microphone picking up the wet squish of your cunt. Your belly tightens with pleasure as you start to pump the digits into your pussy, slow at first and then picking up pace as your bliss builds.Â
âTell me what you would want me to do to you if I was there.â
Thereâs no filter for him now, not with your messy cunt filling his screen and your hand now plucking at your nipple.Â
You take a moment to think, pretty head falling back to the pillows as you moan for him.
âAlways wanted to kiss you, Sensei. Want to feel your hands all over me, ah,â you press the palm of your hand against your clit as you talk, making you nearly whine between breaths, âand Iâd want your cock in my mouth.â
âYou like sucking dick, sweetheart?âÂ
He starts matching the pace of his fist to your fingers, picturing his cock sliding between your plush, parted lips.
âI like having my face fucked,â you admit and it makes him groan.Â
His noise spurs you on, makes you grab your tit and squeeze as your fingers move faster.Â
âIâd love to slide my cock past your sweet lips and into your throat. Want you to gag on it, spit running down your face as I take what I want.âÂ
âYes, want you to take what you want from me. Want you to use me, fill me up and fuck me with that fat cock, Sensei.âÂ
He nearly chokes at your words, blushing at how filthy your mouth is. He pumps himself faster, picturing having your soft body in his lap, your sloppy cunt sinking down onto him.Â
âHow do you want me to fuck you?âÂ
The moan that sounds from his laptop is so lovely, the slick sound of your fingers in your pussy making him shiver.Â
âI can show you?â you ask more than state, pausing to look straight into the camera feed. âWith a toy, I mean. Y-you can pick.âÂ
God, youâre such a delightful little minx. Shota squeezes the base of his cock as the mental image of you fucking yourself on a toy nearly topples him over the edge. He doesnât know how he will handle actually viewing it.Â
âGet your biggest dildo. Letâs see how it compares to me.âÂ
Any ounce of guilt he feels fades when you return to your bed with a purple, silicone cock, long and thick but not nearly as fat as the throbbing flesh he holds in his hand.Â
âGuess you werenât lying, were you, sweetheart? Iâll be the biggest thing that little pussy has ever taken.âÂ
Shota doesnât care if heâs stepping beyond the realm of hypotheticalsâheâll get his hands on you, one way or another, all in due time.Â
âWanna see how I want you to fuck me?â you ask with the cutest smile, like youâre hiding such a naughty secret.Â
âShow me. Fuck yourself for me, tell me every little thing Iâm doing to you.â
He props an arm behind his head to get comfortable, the muscles of his abs and lats rippling in the dim light of the screen. He threads his fingers through his long hair and tugs the moment he sees you turn and get on your knees, bending until youâre in the most sinful doggy position heâs ever seen.Â
âYou start slow,â your voice drops to a sensual note, thick like honey, âcause you want me to feel every inch go inside me.â
The hand wrapped around his cock is moving before he can even think to stop, squeezing hard as he watches you reach around your body and start pushing the dildo between your pussy lips.Â
Shota gets too close to the screen, strands of black hair grazing the edge of the camera, face still out of sight. His gaze scans from corner to corner, watching as if he intends to commit every single detail to memory.Â
Your pussy sucks in the tip of the dildo, making you mewl, and slowly, torturously, you shove the length of it into your hole.Â
âHow do I feel?âÂ
âSo good, want you to move, want you to fuck me hard.âÂ
You take the initiative to start bouncing the dildo in your pussy, sliding it in and out, building speed. The sound is licentious, wet, all mixed together with the short, airy moans you let out with every push into your body. Slick is starting to build on the silicone, creamy and thick.Â
âDo you always get so wet or is it just for me?â
âAll for you, Sensei. Cause you feel so good, you fuck me like Iâve always wanted.âÂ
Shota smears his thumb through the pre-cum freshly leaking from his cock, using it as lubricant as he starts a brutal pace on himself. He can hear the repetitive slap of his wrist hitting his thigh echo into the laptop microphone.
âThat right? Youâre a dirty girl for wanting to fuck her teacher.âÂ
âYouâre so good to me, you rub my clit just how I like it.âÂ
He examines how one of your hands reaches under your body, two dainty fingers swirling around your clit before kneading it quickly, like youâre just so desperate to cum for him.Â
The strokes he gives his cock are furious, other hand now coming down to cup his balls and roll them in his palm. His stomach flexes at the pleasure, picturing how that perfect cunt of yours would be squeezing him so tightly.Â
âYou wanna cum for me? Wanna cum all over your Senseiâs cock?â
âPlease,â you groan into the sheets, hips now bucking with the pace of the dildo slamming into you, âwill you let me cum? You said Iâm such a good girl? Ah, ah, one of your favorites?âÂ
âAlways my favorite, sweetheart. Show me how you cum, let me see you make a mess of yourself.â
Your knuckles are tight against the base of the dildo, using all your strength to fuck into yourself. Youâre so close to the edge, panting, whining, hole stretched and practically weeping around the purple silicone.Â
âYou know Iâll fuck you faster, right? Harder. Just wait until I get my hands on you.â
Your tongue falls loose, âWant your hands on my hips, want you to spank me, oh god, pull my hair, kiss me and fuck me and tell me Iâm all yours.âÂ
âYouâre gonna cum for me, scream for me, all for me, got it?âÂ
He can see the way your head shakes on the bed, mascara dripping down the side of your face that he can see. Tears are in your lashes, your lip caught between your teeth, and even still youâre looking back for him, watching him tug and pull his cock with your name in his mouth.Â
âGod youâre so hot, your cockâs so bigââ
A beautiful, strangled noise comes out of you as you finally come apart, your cunt clamping down around the dildo and your motions stilling. You scream into the mattress, all high-pitched and fucked out. Slick squelches from your stuffed hole, dripping down your thighs.Â
With the scene before him, it only takes a few more pumps before heâs unloading, cum spurting out over his knuckles and up onto his stomach, rope after rope spilling out for you.
His room goes quiet, his pants and your whiny breaths the only sound he hears over the pounding of his heart.Â
Finally, you shift on your bed, and he does his best not to look at the mess heâs made in his hand.
âUm,â you awkwardly clear your throat, looking away from him as you slide the dildo from your cunt. He canât help but watch the way your pussy lips drag along the length.Â
The post-nut clarity hits him like a steam roller. His clean hand grabs his laptop, ready to shut the screen and pretend none of this ever transpired except in the guilty pit of his daydreamsâ
âShota,â you mumble, sitting on your knees and holding your body, âthis was, uh, well reallyâŚhot. IâŚI wouldnât mind doing it again.â
His ears perk, unsure if heâs ever heard you call him by his first name.Â
Before he changes his mind, he drags the laptop on his bed until the camera catches his face. You blink so prettily at the sight of him, dropping one of your hands from your breast like youâre just so comfortable seeing him.Â
âNext time will be in person.âÂ
You give him the most genuine little smile, âPromise?â
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ŕŠâŠ grid baby (smau) ŕŠâŠ
pairing : lewis hamilton x fem reader
summary : the fluff instances of the coming Hamilton baby
genre : fluff
fc: Rihanna
a/n : thank you so much to @goldenmclaren suggesting this ! lysm đŤśđť
¡:・シďžďžď˝Ľ âŠ ď˝Ľďž ď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľ シďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľ âŠ ď˝Ľďž ď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďžď˝Ľ âŠ ď˝Ľďž ď˝ĽďžÂˇ:・シďžďž
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f1wags Y/N Hamilton was seen arriving at the British GP, flaunting her baby bump
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user1 I think we all know the kidâs fashion sense is going to be amazing
user2 maâam serving looks while pregnant
user3 the glow !?
user4 is it a boy or a girl !?
user5 itâs a boy, sadly he wonât be karting
user6 *he may, if he wants, Lewis doesnât want to force him
user7 they are going to be the best parents
user8 we all saw Charles and Alex interacting with her đ
user9 Alex was literally so cute, offering her pillows and donuts đŠ
user10 roscoe will finally have a sibling !
user11 that lady has some guts, travelling while pregnant đŞđť
user12 it's not that hard ..?
user13 sure, carrying a human in your stomach is an easy task I guess when you don't even have a uterus đŤśđť
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ynhamilton guess Roscoe and Klaus were the good luck charms đŤâ¨
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user1 NAME REVEAL !?
use2 KLAUS IS THE SON !?
user3 klaus hamilton đ
lewishamilton you forgot to add y/n hamilton
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user4 lewis appreciating his wife heals me đŤśđť
user5 lewis is so whipped
alexandramieux Canât wait to meet you klaus, xoxo- Aunt Alex
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user6 alexandra getting ready for mommy duties đŞđť
user7 charles, mom her up
user8 charles, wife her up
georgerussell Uncle George reporting for duty
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charlesleclerc so excited to have a new baby at the grid !
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user9 KLAUS HURRY UP
user10 baby hamilton, baby hamilton đŤśđťđŤđđť
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ynhamilton when all the boys in my house sleep after irritating me
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user1 ynâs face when Lewis is sleeping instead of her :
user2 sir, wake up !
georgerussell Lewis, you are supposed to get her to sleep đ¤
lewishamilton mate, i am old
ynhamilton not old enough to put a kid in me
user3 I love pregnant yn đŤ
user4 YALL DO REALISE THAT THE BOYS INCLUDES HER SON đđ
user5 they will be getting back on work for a girl đŞđť
alexandrasaintmieux you can always come over, men are useless anyway
ynhamilton booking an uber
charlesleclerc what did I do now !?
user6 i just know the day klaus arrives, we will get so much drama
user7 I can imagine Lewis freaking while yn is just reapplying gloss
user8 we look good, we push good đŻ
tg : @a-moment-captured @formula1-motogpfan
#f1#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#formula 1#f1 smau#f1 fanfic#formula 1 x reader#f1 fic#lewis hamilton scenarios#lewis hamilton x reader#f1 texts#lewis hamilton imagine#lewis hamilton fluff#formula one imagine#formula 1 fic#formula 1 imagine#formula 1 fanfiction#formula one#lewis hamilton#f1 grid x reader#f1 x female reader
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â sugar, i've got a taste for you.
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pairing: theodore nott x you x mattheo riddle.
song inspiration: sugar by sleep token.
author's note: happy halloween ya'll! this isn't a trick, @writingsbychlo and I are once again back with a treat. enjoy my spookie pookies.
âWhatâs your favorite scary movie?âÂ
You settled in between Theo and Mattheo, handing each boy their own respective popcorn bowls. Mattheoâs was simple â homestyle with enough butter to send a healthy grown adult into cardiac arrest, while Theoâs was sprinkled with candy and chocolate to satisfy his sweet tooth. You alternated grabbing handfuls from each of their bowls, hence your strategic position of being sandwiched between your best friends.Â
âI donât have one,â you responded after popping a sour gummy worm into your mouth.Â
Mattheo looked incredulous. âThatâs impossible. Everyone has a favorite.âÂ
âMattheo is right,â Theo added in agreement. âThereâs the cult classics: Halloween, Friday the 13th, Childâs Play, A Nightmare on Elm StreetâŚâÂ
âIâll even allow the newer additions, which arenât as good as the originals.â Mattheo grinned sheepishly at your pointed look. Between the three of you, he was by far the biggest movie snob. âHereditary? Pearl? The Strangers?â He pretended to shudder in disgust. âEvenâŚthe Purge?â
You shrugged. âIâm more of a romcom type of girl.âÂ
Theo sighed. âHorror is wasted on you, bella.âÂ
âItâs not my fault you two always outvote me,â you responded with an eye roll. âSpeaking of which, what are we watching tonight?âÂ
Mattheo and Theo wore matching grins as they answered in unison. âScream.âÂ
When the movie started playing on the projector in the living room, you snuggled up under the blanket and prepared yourself for another terrifying movie night. You honestly had no idea why you put yourself through this every week. Scary movies terrified you, but the boys always managed to sweet talk you into watching them.Â
Usually, Theo distracted you by reciting horror trivia facts. Your best friend did so now, informing you that the movieâs title was inspired by a Michael Jackson song, but the fun little tidbit barely registered. As it turns out, you had no need for distractions tonight. For once, you didnât flinch or hide or tuck your head into Mattheo or Theoâs neck. Instead, your eyes were glued to the screen. Every time Ghostface appeared, you bit your lip and clenched your thighs.Â
You blamed your latest smutty read and your overactive imagination for the reaction. The last novel you devoured featured erotic scenes enacted by not one, but two masked men. The sheer filth of it left you flushed and flustered, a fact that piqued Theoâs curiosity earlier this week.Â
Perhaps you shouldâve focused on your studies rather than uncovering your newfound mask kink, but you couldnât help it. The book captured your attention in a way that your Potions homework could only dream of. Nosy little git that he was, Theo attempted to peek at the page over your shoulder. Luckily, you escaped what wouldâve been a rather embarrassing conversation by smacking him upside the head and walking away in a huff.Â
You managed to evade the situation with your dignity still intact.Â
Or so you thought.Â
Unbeknownst to you, Theo had snuck into your dorm later that day and borrowed â okay, so maybe stole was more accurate â your book to see what had his best friend all hot and bothered. He couldnât believe the absolute filth you were casually reading in his presence. Naturally, Theo shared this interesting little discovery with Mattheo. From there, a plan was formed.Â
The first thing that shouldâve tipped you off was Mattheo excusing himself for a cigarette. Matty never took a smoke break during movie night. He said it ruined the cinematic experience. Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in the movie to notice him slip away.Â
âIâm gonna get a refill,â Theo announced. âYou want anything from the kitchen, bella?âÂ
You shook your head absentmindedly. Theo smirked to himself as he watched you in the doorway. Any other time, you wouldâve insisted on coming with Theo, anxiously fisting the edge of his cardigan and clinging on like a koala as you hugged him from behind.Â
Theo couldâve watched you all day, but the way you gaped when Billy Loomis licked red dye off of his fingers reminded him to stay focused. There were other things at play tonight.Â
Unaware of Theoâs nefarious plans, you continued to shovel popcorn into your mouth while watching the big reveal at the edge of your seat. You were in your own little world. It wasnât until the credits started rolling when you finally realized you were alone. As the movie faded to black, you startled when the sound of your ringtone sliced through the silence.Â
You blinked at your phone, thumb hovering over the Unknown Number flashing across the bright screen. That was odd. Everyone knew you werenât big on talking on the phone. Besides, who even called nowadays? Thatâs what texting was for.
Part of you wanted to let it ring and run its course, but a bigger part of you â the morbidly curious part of you â won in the end.Â
âHello?âÂ
The voice on the other end was distorted and difficult to identify. You had no idea who was on the other end, but they knew you. âHello, Y/N.âÂ
âWho is this?âÂ
âIâll give you one guess.âÂ
Your fingers shook as you glanced at the phone in confusion. âWho are you?âÂ
âThatâs not the way the game works, little mouse.âÂ
âI donât play games.âÂ
âWhat if your life depended on it?âÂ
Anger boiled to the surface in response to the strangerâs threat. âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
âYouâre pretty when youâre angry, little mouse.âÂ
His words stopped you cold. A shiver went down your spine as you gravitated towards the window, glancing at the street below. At this hour, people milled about the main square in flocks. Any of them could be the person on the other line.Â
You started to panic, but remembered you werenât alone in the house. Theo was in the kitchen supposedly refilling on snacks. It was the perfect cover to play one of his little practical jokes on you.Â
âThatâs not funny, Teddy.â You huffed in annoyance. âYou scared the shit out of me.âÂ
The other line was silent as you made your way towards the kitchen.Â
âSeriously, youâre freaking me out. Can you please just come back and cuddle?âÂ
From the hallway, you heard the sounds of shuffling. âYeah, yeah, Iâm coming, bella. Teddyâs here to save you from the big bad wolfââ
Color drained from your face as you rounded the corner. Theo was coming towards you with a fresh bowl of popcorn, but he wasnât alone. Lurking in the shadows, Ghostface pressed the phone against his ear and waved. Â
âBoo.âÂ
You screamed, scrambling towards Theo as you nearly dropped your phone on the floor. Â
âWhatâs wrong, bella?âÂ
You responded by tugging your best friend by the wrist, the bowl of popcorn tumbling out of his hands and scattering all over the wooden floorboards. âRun, Teddy, run!âÂ
The two of you sprinted up the stairs hand in hand. The house was dark, slivers of moonlight creeping through the windows while you and Theo ran blindly. Thinking quickly, you tugged him into the nearest closet. Theoâs hand shook as he pressed a finger up to your lips.Â
With a nod, you held your breath as Ghostface stomped up the stairs. Fear surged through your veins, small whimpers escaping your lips involuntarily. The floorboards creaked as he crept his way through the second floor. When the masked manâs shadow drew closer, Theo pulled you into his chest and pressed his hand against your mouth.Â
âCome out, come out, wherever you areâŚâ Ghostface sang in a mocking tone. His voice echoed through the walls, giving an even eerier feel to an already fucked up night. âIâm waiting for you, little mouse.âÂ
Your ragged breaths were silenced as you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to focus on the steady beating of Theoâs heart. Your best friend gripped your hips in place, his silver rings cold against your bare skin. You wondered how they would feel pressed against other parts of your body. You bit your lip at the sensation, mentally scolding yourself for all the inappropriate thoughts running wild in your lust addled brain.Â
Luckily, Theo was none the wiser. Seconds felt like hours as Ghostface lurked around the corner, trashing rooms in his wake. The sound of furniture crashing and glass breaking filled the otherwise silent house as you struggled to hold it together.Â
When the squeak of boots stopped right outside the door, you pressed into Theo for comfort, praying to whatever deity that the two of you could remain hidden. You clutched the end of your best friendâs cardigan as Ghostface stopped right outside the door.Â
Whatever hope you mightâve had of hiding was ripped to shreds when Ghostface yanked the door open. It was terrifying enough to see his cloaked figure boxing you in, but the knife in his gloved hand caused your fear to skyrocket. Theo threw himself between you and the masked man, urging you to run.Â
âGo, Y/N!â Your best friend commanded. âDonât let the bastard catch you.âÂ
âNo, Iâm not leaving you!âÂ
âIâll be fine,â Theo said unconvincingly as he dodged Ghostfaceâs blade. âHide and Iâll find you, okay?âÂ
âBut, Theo ââÂ
âPlease, bella.âÂ
The argument died in your throat as Ghostface lunged towards you. He grabbed you by the hair, yanking you towards him. As you fought back, the masked man pinned you against the wall.Â
âWhere do you think youâre going, sweetheart?âÂ
Your breath hitched as he ran his blade over your cheek. âSuch a pretty face,â he murmured. âAre you going to be a good girl for me, little mouse?âÂ
âFuck you,â you spat vehemently.Â
Ghostface chuckled darkly as he lowered his face to yours. He teased his knife along your thighs, the steel climbing higher and higher until it rested against your clothed core. You keened at the cold sensation against your clit. It was so wrong, but it felt so fucking right.Â
âI will if you beg me nicely,â Ghostface drawled. âMaybe if you got on your knees and sucked my cock, Iâll give you what you really want. Iâm dying to split you apart, little mouse.âÂ
âGo to hell!âÂ
You drove your knee into Ghostfaceâs crotch and made a run for it just as Theo tackled him into the other room. Your best friend frantically instructed you to escape once again. As much as you didnât want to leave him, you knew you had to escape and get help.Â
Stumbling down the stairs, you fumbled for your phone. With shaky hands, you dialed emergency services. The dial tone flatlined in your ears, indicating that the lines were down. Likely thanks to Ghostface.Â
You screamed in frustration, tears blurring your vision as you tried and failed to concoct a back up plan. Running past the bathroom, you jerked when a hand shot out in the dark to grab your wrist. You started to fight back, hitting and kicking at whatever you could.Â
âItâs me, princess,â Mattheo said.Â
âMatty?âÂ
Mattheo nodded as he dragged you into the bathroom. âWhat happened?âÂ
âThereâsâ thereâs a psycho in the house. Itâs Ghostface. He has a knife. Heâsâ Theoâ oh god, I left Theo alone with him. I didnât want to, but he told me to go.âÂ
You were hyperventilating, your chest tightening to the point of pain. âShh, itâs okay,â Mattheo cooed. âItâs going to be fine. Weâll get Theo back, but first we have to hide, okay? Can you do that for me?âÂ
At your nod, Mattheo directed you towards the bathtub. He instructed you to lay on your back as he drew the curtains. You held your breath as Mattheo lowered himself, his body hovering over yours while the two of you came face to face.Â
âWe have to be quiet,â Mattheo whispered. The low, smoky tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine.Â
Though a psychotic masked man prowled the house, you couldnât control your bodyâs reaction. The delicious heat radiating off of Mattheo was impossible to ignore. Especially since he was so close your lips were nearly touching.Â
âYouâre doing great, Y/N,â he praised.Â
You shouldâve been scared. You were both in danger, but there was something about being in close proximity that awakened arousal within you. First Theo, now Mattheo. It wasnât surprising. Youâve never been able to choose between your two favorite boys.Â
Just as Mattheoâs eyes dipped down to your lips, Theoâs scream pierced through the tension. Guilt washed over you instantly. Theo was out there fighting for his life while you were thinking sinful thoughts about his best mate.Â
âStay right here, princess,â Mattheo commanded.Â
âNo, no, please Matty, donât leaveââ
âI have to help Theo,â he explained. âBut weâll come back for you. Just stay put, okay?âÂ
Unshed tears rimmed your eyes as you nodded. Mattheo squeezed your hip before stepping out of the tub. He looked back when you caught his wrist.
âBe careful, Matty,â you whispered. âAnd please, get Teddy back. Iâd never forgive myself if anything happened to either one of you.âÂ
Mattheo kissed your forehead in agreement. As he slipped out of the bathroom, your anxiety spiked once more. For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence. Then the sound of raised voices drew your attention. It sounded like an argument of some sort before you heard a sickening crunch, like a body crashing against the wall.Â
You heard Mattheo screaming out Theoâs name, launching you into action. Fuck staying in the sidelines. Your boys needed your help.Â
The scene in the living room was chaotic. Mattheo was nowhere to be found. Theo was on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. Something flashed in the corner of your vision, a hint of silver that caught your attention. It distracted you momentarily, allowing Ghostface the opportunity to shove you aside.Â
The moment of realization hit you too late. Ghostface was already charging towards Theo while brandishing his signature knife. Time slowed as you screamed, crawling towards your best friend while glass crunched underneath you.Â
You watched in horror as Ghostface stabbed your best friend in the stomach, blood gushing down the front of Theoâs shirt while you screamed. With shaking hands, you tried to stanch the bleeding by putting pressure on the wound. Tears spilled onto your cheeks as his cardigan turned crimson.Â
Brushing his hair off his forehead, you leaned down and cupped his cheek. âTeddy? Stay with me, please.âÂ
His skin felt cold and clammy under your fingertips. You looked around frantically, trying to track the psychotic killer that just stabbed your best friend. A scream tore through your throat when a hand gripped your wrist.Â
Underneath you, Theoâs eyes fluttered open. âSurprise, bella.âÂ
You drew back in surprise, scooting right into the masked man behind you. âWhatâs the matter, princess?â A familiar voice whispered as he discarded his disguise. Mattheo flashed you a sinister smirk. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost.âÂ
Mattheo pulled Theo up off the floor, the two of them laughing while you stared in disbelief at the shocking reveal. When it clicked that Theo was perfectly fine, your concern morphed into rage.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You put a palm over your heart, trying to slow down its erratic beating. âYou guys are assholes!âÂ
âAw, donât be mad, Y/N. Itâs just a harmless prank.âÂ
âPrank?â You screeched. âI thought you were hurt, you fucking prick. I thought you were goneââ
Theoâs expression softened when he saw your teary eyed gaze. âIâm not, cara mia. Iâm not hurt. Itâs fake, I promise.âÂ
Mattheo kneeled beside you, licking the edge of the fake blade. âSâjust corn syrup, sugar.âÂ
Theo nodded in agreement, bringing his fingers up to his lips. He sucked his middle and pointer finger clean, his gaze never leaving yours.Â
âItâs sweet,â Theo murmured, brushing his thumb over your lips. âDo you want a taste, bella?âÂ
You shook your head vehemently. âNo, Iâm mad at you,â you replied with a huff. Looking up at Mattheo, you crossed your arms and frowned. âYou too, Mattheo.âÂ
âCome on, sweetheart,â Mattheo drawled, laying on the sweet talk. âDonât be like that. You know you love us, even if weâre a pain in your ass sometimes.âÂ
â99% of the time,â you corrected with an eye roll.Â
âYou cracked a smile,â Mattheo teased. âWeâll take it.âÂ
âIâm still really fucking upset at the both of you.âÂ
Theo hummed, slipping on the twin to Mattheoâs mask. You held your breath as Ghostface took his place.Â
âOh, but I donât think youâre that upset, bella.â The mask distorted his voice, but you could still tell it was him. âI think you enjoyed yourself.âÂ
âAdmit it, princess,â Mattheo purred into your ear, his mask firmly back on. âThis turns you on, doesnât it?âÂ
You flushed, crimson flooding your cheeks. Theo trapped you against Mattheo, his hands settling on your hips as you gasped.Â
âDonât try to deny it,â Theo whispered. âI read your book, dolcezza. The filth and smut in there⌠well, letâs just say it made us both blush. Who wouldâve known that a sweet little thing like you would have a mask kink?â
âYou stole my book!â
âSo what if we did?â Mattheo said with a lazy shrug. âWhat if we memorized all the depraved things that you love reading about just so we could turn your fantasy into a reality?âÂ
âWhat are you saying?âÂ
âThe more we read, the more we realized it was pretty similar to Scream. Anonymous phone calls? Check. Masked men? Check.â Theo hummed as he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. âPretty helpless victim? Check.âÂ
âWe wanted to act out your book,â he continued with a smirk. âWith one exception.â He held up a video camera and focused it on your face. âMattheo and I thought that since you donât have a favorite scary movie, maybe we could help you make one.âÂ
âI think weâve just about reached the climax,â Mattheo whispered in your ear, his curls tickling the side of your neck. âWhat happens next is up to you. What do you say, little mouse? Do you wanna play?âÂ
âYes,â you breathed.Â
You didnât even need time to think about it. You trusted Theo and Mattheo with your life. Putting yourself at their mercy was something you shamelessly fantasized about countless times. Â
âWe hoped youâd say that,â Theo said with a smirk as he looked at you through the lens.
Without warning, Mattheo gripped your chin roughly and lifted his mask up just enough to crush your lips together. He tasted like cinnamon and cigarettes and the smoky taste left you dizzy. You wondered if it was the nicotine that had you buzzing, but you were pretty sure you were just high on Mattheo. His kisses were deep and sensual, exploring every inch of you with a level of hunger that couldnât be satiated. The low groan that rumbled through his chest made your core throb.Â
Mattheo dragged your hand down his chest, smiling into the kiss as your nails raked over his abs. The hard muscles flexed underneath your fingertips, distracting you momentarily and allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth. You gasped as he guided your hand to his hard length.Â
âYou feel that, princess?â Mattheo grunted. âThatâs what you do to me. Iâm so fucking hard it hurts.âÂ
You batted your eyelashes up at him. âWhat can I do to help, Matty?âÂ
âOn your knees,â he commanded. âLetâs give Theo a show.âÂ
Theo positioned himself in front of you as you sank down to your knees. The camera whirred while he zoomed in on your face.Â
âHow do I look, Teddy?âÂ
âYou look perfect, bella. You were made for the camera,â Theo praised. âOur little superstar.âÂ
Mattheo hummed as you unbuckled his belt. His warm brown eyes were nearly black with lust through the mask when you pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard length. You massaged him in your hand, your mouth watering at how thick and long his cock was. Mattheo released a shaky breath when you licked the precum off of his tip, looking up at him with big doe eyes before you licked the underside of his shaft.Â
You watched as his head lolled in the mask, satisfaction coursing through your veins at the sight of him grappling with his self-control. Mattheo moaned when you took him all the way back, his cock stuffing your throat deliciously. You bobbed your head up and down at a steady rhythm, holding your breath while you continued pumping him in your hand.Â
âFuck, just like that,â Mattheo groaned as he thrusted into your mouth. He fisted your hair in his hand and drove in deeper, causing you to gag. âYou look so pretty gagging on my cock, little mouse.âÂ
Drool dribbled down your chin and tears filled your eyes while Mattheo continued fucking your throat. Theo hummed in appreciation, making sure to capture all of your best angles. You made sure to show off for the camera and licked and sucked until Mattheoâs breathing grew short and ragged. You could tell by the way his abs clenched that he was close.Â
Mattheo yanked your hair back, his thrusts growing sloppy and rushed. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum. Swallow it all, sugar,â he purred as hot spurts of his cum shot down your throat. You did as you were told and slurped up every drop. You were sure that you looked like a hot mess; your hair disheveled, your eyes smeared with mascara, your lips dripping with cum, but Mattheo had never looked prouder. âThatâs a good girl.âÂ
âMy turn,â Theo said as he handed the camera off to Mattheo. Â
You crawled towards him and tugged on his belt, but Theo shook his head. âThereâs plenty of time for that later, cara mia. Right now, I want to eat your pussy until you cry.âÂ
You couldnât help but flush at the vulgar words, which made Mattheo chuckle. âI think our little mouse likes the sound of that.âÂ
You didnât have time to respond before Theo hauled you over his shoulder and placed you on the sofa. You bounced against the cushions, watching curiously as he spread your legs wide open. Theo raised the mask slightly and rested it over his brown waves before kissing you slowly.
âYou taste so sweet,â he purred. âI bet your pussy is sweet like sugar too.â
From this vantage point, all you could see was the Ghostface mask. Theo tugged your panties off and discarded it over his shoulder. His cool breath fanned over your thighs as he trailed kisses between your legs. Theo took his time while he sucked and kissed and marked you up. You could feel his smirk against your skin when he finally reached your dripping core, his mouth hot and eager as he licked a stripe along your slit. You arched against his mouth, bucking your hips upwards shamelessly.Â
Mattheo filmed you at your most vulnerable state â eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted in a silent moan, and fingers threaded through Theoâs hair. Your moans encouraged Theo to drive his tongue deeper past your folds, licking and sucking and devouring you in a way that almost seemed reverent. When Theo added his fingers into the mix, you were out of your mind with pleasure.Â
Your pussy clenched as Theo curled his middle and pointer finger inside your walls. The soft pants and squelching sounds that filled the room was erotic, even more so as Mattheo filmed a close up of Theo feasting on your cunt. Your arousal dripped off his chin, but it didnât deter him from driving you to the brink, his thumb firmly circling your clit to coax you towards release.Â
âAre you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?â Theo murmured. You gasped for air as he filled you with his fingers, pumping and scissoring until a familiar sensation began to build in your core. âYouâre so fucking wet, bella. I canât wait for you to cream my cock.âÂ
The obscene declaration pushed you over the edge. The climax swelled within you until you were awash with blinding heat. Your surroundings turned fuzzy as your senses were overloaded with pleasure. Despite the intensity of your orgasm, Theo showed no signs of slowing down. He kept circling your sensitive nub and licking your cunt in slow, purposeful strokes through your peak.Â
You squirmed away, but Theo only held your hips down. âIâm not finished, little mouse.â He lifted his head, those clear blue eyes blown out and dilated. âTell me, have you ever squirted before?âÂ
âNo,â you admitted truthfully.Â
Theo smirked. âWeâll have to change that.âÂ
With that, he pried your legs apart and dove back in. Theo was relentless in his pursuit. He ate pussy like he had something to prove. You felt overstimulated with all the new sensations and reactions he was bringing out of you, but you didnât dare tell him to stop. Every time you tried to crawl away, Theo yanked you by the ankles and spanked your pussy for misbehaving.Â
You were on your third orgasm when a pressure in your lower abdomen made you keen. âTheo, I canâtâ I feel like I have to peeââ
âYou wonât,â Theo reassured you. âJust let go, cara mia. I want you to squirt on my face.âÂ
âFuck,â Mattheo cursed behind the camera. âI want that too.âÂ
Theo chuckled before speeding up his movements, fingering you rapidly until you were at the height of your peak once again. When he matched the rhythm with his tongue, you came with a cry. With tears streaming down your face, you stopped holding back the strange sensation and let go. You squirted all over Theoâs face, soaking him in your juices as he ate you through it.Â
âSo good,â Theo growled as he kissed you, the taste of your arousal lingering on his tongue. âYouâre so fucking good.âÂ
You felt limp and boneless as he lifted you up and placed you in Mattheoâs arms. He cradled you against his chest and placed kisses all over your face, praising you for doing so well. You had no idea how much time had passed when Theo finally returned with a warm towel. He kneeled before you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
âHow are you doing, superstar?âÂ
âGood,â you murmured as he cleaned you up. âReally good.âÂ
âI think you wore her out, Theo.âÂ
You shook your head. âIâm fine, I promise. I donât mind. I canâ I can go again.âÂ
Theo chuckled, tilting your chin towards him. âCanât get enough, can you?âÂ
Mattheo hugged you from behind and kissed your shoulder. âShe can take it,â he said proudly. âThe only question is, which one of us do you want first?âÂ
You glanced between Mattheo and Theo, biting your lip. A deep flush tinted your cheeks as they looked at you expectantly.Â
âYou never could choose between us,â Theo teased. âLetâs make a game out of it then. You have thirty seconds to find a hiding place. Whoever finds you first, gets to fuck you first.âÂ
Mattheoâs smirk was downright wicked. âMasks on.âÂ
Theo nodded in agreement before they both slipped on the Ghostface masks. You swallowed thickly, utterly turned on by their twisted little game.Â
âHow will I know which is which?âÂ
âThatâs the beauty of it,â Theo said. âYou wonât.âÂ
Mattheo leaned down, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. âIâd start running if I were you, little mouse.âÂ
âRun, bella, run.â
You didnât need to be told twice. As the countdown started, you sprinted through the house and tried to find a place to hide. The living room was out of the question since the boys were currently occupying it. The kitchen was too exposed. The bedrooms too obvious. There was only one place in the house that they would never suspect.Â
As you crept down the basement, you held your breath. It was dark and damp down here, the rows of wine racks crowding you in as you ventured further into the labyrinth. You hated coming down here. It always gave you the creeps, which is what made it the perfect hiding place. As you slotted yourself between vintages, you hunkered down and prepared to wait it out.Â
When five minutes passed, you started to grow a little too confident in your choice. It would likely be the last place they checked.Â
How wrong you were.Â
As you peered through the racks, you heard the sound of metal clinking against the wine bottles. Two rows ahead, you saw Ghostface tapping his blade against the bottles as he searched for you in the dark. Â
You backed up as Ghostface prowled closer, hoping to lose him as you weaved through the rows. One second you were watching the dark figure check your previous hiding place and the next second he was gone. You swiveled around in confusion and tried to track his last whereabouts. You didnât have to look very far.Â
âI guess I win,â said one of the boys. The voice changer was on again, so you couldnât be sure who was underneath the mask, but that was part of the thrill. Ghostface backed you into the wall and cornered you until you had nowhere else to go. âIâll take my prize now, little mouse.âÂ
You gasped as Ghostface picked you up and wrapped your legs around his midsection. He unzipped his pants in a haste before lifting up your skirt. His cock teased your entrance and he murmured profanities under his breath as you watched him slowly push in. It was a stretch to even get the tip in and you took gasping breaths as his thick, long cock breached your walls.Â
âOh fuck, sâtoo big,â you keened. Despite the lubrication charm he cast, it was still a struggle as he thrust in. âI donât think itâs gonna fit.âÂ
âWeâll make it fit,â Ghostface grunted. âYouâre gonna take every inch of me like the good little slut that you are. Do you understand?âÂ
Tears welled in your eyes, but you nodded in agreement. You were too cockdrunk to argue. Ghostface eased the last few inches in, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Youâve never felt so full, so stuffed to the brim.Â
âThatâs fucking right,â chuckled Ghostface. âTake it, little mouse. Take this fucking cock.âÂ
You were nearly out of your mind when he pulled out and slammed back in. A choked sob escaped your throat. You werenât used to being stretched so wide and deep. It felt so fucking good.Â
âYeah, you like that?â mocked Ghostface. âSuch an innocent face, but you love getting fucked like a whore, donât you?âÂ
âYes,â you breathed. âYes, yes, yesâŚâ
A hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your oxygen. You grasped Ghostfaceâs wrist and smiled as you did so. He mightâve taken off his rings, but you knew it was Theo.Â
âYouâre so big, Teddy,â you groaned. âI knew it. I knew youâd feel this good. I knew youâd split me apart just like this.âÂ
âChe cazzo,â Theo moaned as your pussy clenched around his cock. âHowâd you know, bella?âÂ
âYou always burn your fingers when you get too high,â you explained. Theo watched as you kissed his fingertips and held his gaze as you sucked on his thumb. âI know you, Teddy. I know both my boys.âÂ
At that, Theo fucked you even harder. His balls slapped against your ass with every thrust. There was something animalistic about the way he moved. It was like seeing a whole new side of him. You decided that you liked this version of Theo. The version that took what he wanted, when he wanted, and made no apologies for it.Â
âThatâs sweet,â drawled Mattheo. You looked up to find him filming the whole thing. You had no idea how long heâd been there, but you were glad that heâd finally joined.Â
Theo smirked, his thrusts turning shallow. âYou should let Matty have a turn,â he murmured. âHeâs been waiting so patiently after all.âÂ
Mattheo set the camera by the windowsill and prowled towards you. âThat doesnât mean I should get all the fun.â Theo set you down on shaky legs as you looked between your boys. âWho says you have to choose? You can have the best of both worlds, princess.âÂ
Mattheo directed you to bend over one of the stools by the window while Theo positioned himself in front of you. âBe a good girl and suck Theo off while I fuck you.âÂ
âOh,â you murmured, your pussy wet and your head fuzzy at the idea of taking them both at the same time. âO-okay.âÂ
âYouâre our superstar, remember?â Mattheo teased as he smacked your ass. âSo show the camera what you can do.âÂ
The encouragement urged you on as you pumped Theoâs cock. He cursed in Italian when your wet mouth wrapped around him, your juices still covering his hard length. You began working him with your mouth as Mattheo mounted you from behind. The stretch made you moan. Theo gripped your hair in response and bucked into your mouth.Â
You couldnât keep track of the pain and pleasure as Mattheo fucked you from behind and Theo abused your throat. All that mattered was that you felt full on both ends, floating on cloud nine while you were stuffed to the brim. Both boys worshiped your body. Mattheo trailed kisses down your spine while Theo massaged your tits.Â
Every now and then, Mattheo smacked your ass to demand your attention. He even bit down on your ass cheek when you got impatient and tried to grind down on him. Mattheo set a punishing pace as his fingers dug into your hips, marking your skin for days to come. Youâd wear the bruises like a trophy.Â
âWait.â Mattheo slowed his movements and Theo cocked his head as you looked up at him. âI wantâ I want to try somethingââ
âWhat is it, princess?â asked Mattheo.Â
âI want you both,â you whispered shyly.Â
Theo tilted your chin up. âDonât get all shy on us now, bella,â he drawled with a smirk. âYou canât say you want to take us both and then get all embarrassed about it.âÂ
Mattheo chuckled and patted your ass. âTheoâs right, baby. You need to own it.âÂ
You cleared your throat, shaking off the nerves. âI want you both inside me,â you said confidently. âAt the same time.âÂ
The boys smiled as they slipped their masks back on. âYour wish is our command, little mouse.âÂ
With a flash, the three of you apparated to the bedroom. Mattheo pulled you into his lap, stroking your back as he slithered in. Theo filmed you with the camera.Â
âDeep breaths, sweetheart,â Mattheo murmured. He sounded dazed and distant, barely hanging on to reality. You controlled your breathing and relaxed your walls, which allowed him to slip in easier. âOh fuck, yeah, just like thatâŚâÂ
Behind you, Theo cast another lubrication charm and warmed your puckering hole up with his fingers. He took his time to make sure you were nice and pliant, soft moans muffled as Mattheo lifted up his mask and tongue kissed you. His curls felt like silk between your fingers as you continued to make out sloppily.Â
Not one to be left out, Theo turned your chin for a kiss that left you lightheaded before leaning over and sharing a dirty, filthy kiss with Mattheo. You watched as they made out, heat spreading through your veins at the sight. Just when you thought you couldnât possibly get wetter.Â
Mattheo squeezed your hip. âI can feel your pussy clenching around me,â he said with an amused smirk. âYouâre fucking filthy, baby. I think youâre ready for Theo, arenât you?âÂ
You nodded excitedly, flashing your doe eyed stare at Theo. âPlease, Teddy.âÂ
Theo smiled. âHow could I say no to that?âÂ
It was a tight fit. Tighter than youâve ever taken before. You felt like you were being stretched to your limit as Theo eased his way in to join Mattheo. It was hard to get air in as you buried your face in Mattheoâs neck, gripping the sheets for dear life.Â
Theo pumped slowly, letting you get used to the sensation. Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and shoulder, his tongue swirling against your nipple before he took it into his mouth. He massaged and licked and sucked while Theo picked up the pace.Â
âHow does that feel, bella?â Theo asked.Â
âReally fucking good,â you hummed, your whole body vibrating with pleasure. âDonât stop, Teddy.â
âWouldnât dream of it.âÂ
When Mattheo began to thrust upwards, you started to feel lightheaded. Your head was in the clouds while your body experienced euphoria. âFuck, fuck, oh my godâŚâ you moaned. âSo good.âÂ
âYeah?â Mattheo growled against your ear as he thrust in sharply. âYou like being full of us, huh? You like letting your best friends split you apart like this, baby?âÂ
âYes, godâŚâ you blubbered, tears streaming down your cheeks. âI fucking love when youâre both inside me.âÂ
Theo groaned. âMerda, youâre going to make me cum.âÂ
âDo it,â you breathed. âPlease, please, I want you both to fill me up.âÂ
âMerlin, youâre a fucking dream,â murmured Mattheo as he circled your clit.Â
Theo and Mattheo synced up their rhythm, filling you up simultaneously. There wasnât a single thought in your mind besides chasing after your release. When you felt yourself getting close, Theo yanked you by the hair and turned the camera on all three of you.Â
âGive us the money shot,â Theo said through his mask. âCum for us, little mouse.âÂ
As Mattheo stimulated your already sensitive nub, you lost yourself to the climax. It hit you all at once. Your vision went fuzzy as you came with a cry. Mattheo cursed when you creamed him, triggering his own orgasm. You could feel him filling you to the brim. The only tether to reality you had left was Theoâs hands gripping your hips as the camera tumbled on the mattress.Â
Mattheo picked it up and filmed you getting railed by Theo, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his thrusts grew rushed and sloppy. The camera captured Ghostface cumming inside of you before Mattheo panned down to where the two of them dripped down your thighs.Â
âLook at her,â Mattheo murmured in awe. âSheâs our perfect little superstar.âÂ
Your legs wobbled beneath you as Theo pulled off his mask. As gentle as possible, he scooped you up and cradled you into his chest. Theo kissed you softly, a smile tugging at his lips.Â
âYes she is,â he declared proudly. âYou did so well, bella. Let your boys take care of you now, okay?âÂ
You nodded, dazed as Mattheo set the camera down and brushed your hair back. âOkay.âÂ
As Mattheo got the bath started and Theo carried you over to the tub, you sighed in satisfaction. âTeddy? Matty?âÂ
Both boys turned towards you, concern written all over their faces. It was sweet how much they cared, how they took it upon themselves to look after you. Even before tonight, the two of them had always been attuned to your needs. Just like now.
âI think I have a favorite movie now.âÂ
The two of them broke out into matching grins. Theo carefully lowered you into the warm water before climbing in. Mattheo eagerly joined, sandwiching you between your two favorite boys and ending that night the same way it started. As Theo shampooed your hair, Mattheo wrapped an arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek.Â
âIf youâre good,â he drawled, a mischievous twinkle glittering in those big, brown eyes. âMaybe weâll make a sequel.âÂ
#this just kept getting more and more unhinged soz#theo nott#mattheo riddle#theo nott smut#mattheo riddle smut#theo nott x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theo nott x you#mattheo riddle x you
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imagine recording a sex tape with boyfriend!rafe đŽâđ¨đ¤ he'd be so smug about it too
i love your mind. i also think just the act of recording would make him slightly feral.
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honestly i think heâd be so mean about it. heâs already kind of a bully during sex and i think that you letting him record you both would drive it over the edge. heâd start off real nice, using one hand to record while teasing your clit with the other. making sure heâs capturing how pretty you look as you moan underneath him, heâd press harder. âgotta give the camera a show, huh? show me how much of a whore you are, letting me record you like this.â his voice dripping in lust and his eyes hungry as they bore into yours. all you can do is whine back at you as he slips two fingers inside of you to prove his point.
after you finish at least once on his hand, he switches it around so you can give him head. rafe has you sit there for a moment, dirty talking you as he slaps his tip against your lips. âsuch a fucking slut, kid. want everyone to see how well you swallow my dick?â as you put him into your mouth, he puts the phone down at an angle where you can still see anything and gathers your hair into one hand and starts thrusting into your mouth. âtakinâ it so fuckin well. choking on this dick for daddy.â he grunts, giving a few harder thrusts before pulling out to let you breathe. he wipes the spit thatâs fallen on your chin across your face, before slapping you twice. they arenât necessarily hard hits but theyâre just enough to put you in a daze as he shoves his cock back into your mouth.
he fucks into your throat at an animalistic pace, holding your head still with his hand as he grabs his phone again. you moan around him, brain hazy and dumb. âwanna say hi to the camera baby?â he says as he slows down, putting the camera closer to your face to capture the mess heâs made of you. lines of mascara have travelled down your cheeks with his cock still stuffed in your mouth and he swears youâve never looked better. âcâmon kid, on the bed.â he demands, pulling out of your mouth and tapping your cheek gently. âneeda fuck your pretty pussy.â he lines himself up with you, using one hand to lift your leg onto his shoulder and record as he teases his head along your slit.
â âs fuckin wet. you like this shit huh? like it when i record you being a dumb slut?â he teases as he glides through your slit with ease. without warning, he pushes into you and starts pounding into you. you let out a loud moan, grabbing onto him. you can see him smirk slightly, grabbing onto your hip to give himself more leverage to reach deeper inside of you. as he hits deeper, your eyes get hazy and you squeeze them shut. practically panting as he drills in and out, you begin to clench around him. âf-fuck rafe, âm gonna cum! youâre so deep god.â you whine, too fucked out to care. âcum for me dollface. show me how good it feels.â he groans, his own release steadily approaching. you spasm around him, letting out pornagraphic moans your release gushing out of you as you clench down even tighter around him.
he finishes after you, painting your insides white as his hips stutter and slow to a stop. he slowly pulls out of you while pointing the camera towards your cunt to see his cum spill out of you. âfuck baby, look at you messy you are. letting me drip out like that.â he teases, using a finger to collect some and push it back inside of you. as your leg twitches from the stimulation, he pulls back out and puts it in your mouth allowing you to taste the mixture of both of your release. âthatâs my girl, always so good fâme.â he praises, cutting the camera off and leaning down to kiss you. âsuch a good camwhore for daddy.â
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You know if Jason did become Talia's son I have the idea that he would be someone very famous among assassins and mercenaries, but in the hero community He is an anti-hero who must be captured and nothing more and is also a popular gossip item when it comes to hero failures (along side Roy of course).
As for the heroes he is just a red hood, Crime lord and anti-hero who has a special and complicated relationship with Batman, But for assassins and mercenaries who know enough about the world he is
An Al Ghul, the first child of Talia Al Ghul, the eldest grandson of Ra's Al Ghul, one of the princes of the League of Assassins and Shadows, someone you really have to watch out for because of his skills and position. And they realized that Talia would do anything for her child, even going against her father
Without his helmet he is one of the most feared people in the underworld, he knows many assassins and mercenaries thanks to all the missions he has undertaken and is friends with most of them.
So imagine.........
Dick: You know it's a rare month that Slade isn't trying to recruit me
Jason: Oh, that's because I asked him to look for something a few weeks ago
Dick: you ask deathstroke, ask ?
Jason: Yeah he owes me something
Dick: how ?
Tim: Sometimes I still miss my spleen you know
Jason: want me to ask someone to get it for you
Tim: who you gonna ask,It's literally in ra's
Jason: I can ask so many people like deathstroke,lady Shiva, mother of soul,deadshot, Talia, Constantine drakon, Dusan, nyssa, Ben Turner, merlyn. And more that I can ask, which one do you prefer
Tim:
Jason: what
Cass: I really want to know what happen to my dad
Jason: I can call someone to check on him, do you want
Cass: yes
Damian: this can be done if I can call my teacher akhi, but
Jason: which one do you mean Habibi I Will call them don't worry
Damian: how you gonna call him
Jason: I just call their phone number in my phone
Damian: you have their number
Jason: why not
Roy: you seem to be liked by all the assassin we just met huh
Jason: yeah they are my old friend
Roy: what
Jason: they just happen to be in the same misson with me
Bruce: Jay where did you find all of your trained goon
Jason: oh they are either fired form the league and join me, or just like me and follow me
Bruce: I'm not ready for that actually
Jason: good to hear
#batfamily incorrect quotes#batfamily#jason todd#jason al ghul#red hood#tim drake#damian wayne#dick grayson#bruce wayne#roy harper#jayroy#league of assassins#league of shadows#ra's al ghul#talia al ghul#dusan al ghul#nyssa al ghul#lady shiva#cassandra cain#david cain#slade wilson#deathstroke#tim drake missing spleen
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(BAU Headcanons) If you fell asleep on them
A/N: So... guess who fell into another fandom? I blame everyone on here and their amazing fics for convincing me I need to give this show and wonderful cast a chance. I may have binged 13 seasons in like a month... oops? I'm also looking at my fav BAU bunch here but I'm open to writing for other characters from the show
Aaron Hotchner
Just like some of the other members of his team, Hotch has a hard exterior that very few people manage to crack through.Â
If you and he are in a relationship then I can bet youâve already had to chip away at it, so youâre already pretty intimate with one another. Falling asleep on him is nothing to bat an eyelid at. If anything, he would welcome the opportunity to relax and hold you close to him. Â
It also gives him an excuse to steal a few moments of sleep himself, not daring to move and wake you from your rest.Â
He loves holding you close, letting himself listen to the steady beating of you heart as it gently lulls him to become calm enough to shut his eyes.Â
However, if you werenât in a relationship or if it happened in front of the others at the BAU then you know heâd immediately react by saying something about âwork place conductâ.Â
However, heâs clearly saying it for the sake of it as heâd make no effort to wake you or remove you from him.Â
In fact, he makes sure to stay still and let you rest peacefully, making sure your neck isnât bent so you donât wake up in pain.Â
Heâd also make sure to lay his jacket over the top of you, a clear sign that you are not to be disturbed - under pain of death.Â
David RossiÂ
Rossi would be the first to complain if you ever fell asleep on him but itâs all good natured. In fact, he only ever complains about it to you after youâve woken up and only as a joke between the two of you.
âWhat am I? Just a pillow to you? Are you trying to say my cooking has made me plump?âÂ
Itâs hard to resist his charming smile, especially when he actually is rather comfortable to lean on. His expensive shirts are always soft to the touch, and the cologne youâd brought him last Christmas lingers as you nestle in close.Â
He always make you feel safe, and that is an honour greater than any heâd ever been awarded.Â
If it happened in front of the others you know heâd roll his eyes and mutter about the cheek of it all. However, his smile would be enough to tell the others he didnât mean it.Â
âI started reading my manuscript and this is what happens⌠guess thatâs one way to leave a review.âÂ
Heâd be sure to shoot daggers with his eyes at anyone else nearby who looked like they would wake you up.Â
Heâd also shoot down any possible jokes being made at your expense, his parental nature coming out in full force.Â
Derek Morgan
This boy would be so smug if you ever fell asleep on him. Like, if you imagine a Labradorâs tail wagging with one of those big dopey grins, then thatâs what he is.Â
He is keen to try and capture the moment with a picture, setting it as his phone background to prove to himself it really happened.Â
If it happens in front of the rest of the team then you know he is going to keep reminding you and everyone else whenever he gets the chance.Â
However, you know that for all the bragging and teasing Morgan is actually super touched by the fact you fell asleep on him and he is keen to offer you a place to lay your head whenever you look like you need to take a beat.Â
He even has a blanket and pillow in his go-bag especially for you.Â
âOnly the best for you, hot stuff.âÂ
He will never complain about it and - considering how much torture and pain we know this man can endure - he is more than capable of handling any cramp or pins and needles he gets as a result of you lying against him.Â
Eventually, he would take the opportunity to try and sleep as well. With his job and his manic lifestyle, if he gets the chance to close his eyes he knows better than to waste it.Â
Emily Prentiss
She would be shocked at first, especially if itâs early-on in your relationship. She isnât really used to public displays of affection and you sleeping with your head on her shoulder is pretty public.Â
She would stay as still as possible, though, scared of disturbing you or ruining the moment. Sheâd also probably be panicking internally, unsure what she was supposed to do.Â
However, she soon takes a breath and relaxes. After all, you look so cute when youâre asleep and she is honoured you feel comfortable enough to relax around her like this.Â
She doesnât often get the chance to just sit and be peaceful so she savours the moment youâve given her.Â
Sheâd end up watching you for a while before relaxing and trying to adjust you so that youâre both comfortable.Â
She would also take the opportunity to be affectionate, loving that she can run her hands through your hair and kiss your head without any fear of being embarrassed or rejected.Â
After all, we know Emily has a soft centre underneath her tough, bad-ass exterior. She just needs to know she is able to express it.Â
JJ
JJ is such a mom to everyone including you, so is over the moon the first time you fall asleep on her. She welcomes it with open arms, happy to melt into the embrace.Â
It doesnât matter if youâve been together long or not, or if youâre in public. Either way, it feels like a personal badge of honour to be trusted in such a way, whether or not you meant to do it.Â
She has enough patience not to move a muscle in case she disturbs you and ruins the moment. She knows that if you fell asleep like this then you probably need the rest.Â
JJ would totally form a blanket cocoon around you to keep you warm and toasty as you sleep, wrapping her arms around you and cradling you close.
Sheâd smile the whole time, pressing kisses to the crown of your head and gently murmuring in your ear whenever you seem to stir.Â
âSsssh, Sleepyhead. Itâs ok. I got you. Go back to sleep, honey.â Â
If it was just the two of you then sheâd be sure to try and move you somewhere more comfortable after a while, like the sofa or your bed.Â
However, if you were in public then she would turn into a full mama bear and threaten anyone who came close or tried to disturb you. She has that angry mom look down to a fine art and has made grown men wither with it.
Penelope GarciaÂ
This beautiful baby angel would be so delighted if you fell asleep against her that sheâd probably wake you up by accident after squealing a little too loudly.Â
âOh, oh, sorry. Sorry! Go back to sleep. Iâm staying as still as a statue, you precious angel, I promise. So you just close your eyes and let me hold you.â
Sheâd probably manage like five minutes before she moves again and wakes you up, but it was enough time for her to steal a few private photos to commemorate the moment.Â
They will most definitely be the background on her computer the following morning, and possibly yours too.
She would also be sure to make sure she has a blanket and pillow stashed away for you if you ever felt like taking an impromptu nap again when you werenât at home.Â
If you worked at the BAU theyâd be kept in her lair - or your private napping room, as she tells you.Â
Theyâd also be brightly coloured and super soft, chosen specifically by Penelope to make you as comfortable and as happy as possible, even whilst at the government building.Â
âJust so you know, I gave them a spritz with this gorgeous lavender mist spray to help you knock right out the moment your pretty head hits the pillow. So, sweet dreams honeybun.âÂ
Dr Spencer Reid
Spencer is a precious boy and would be utterly baffled at first if he looked down and realised you had fallen asleep on him.Â
He would be surprised he hadnât noticed you drooping against him sooner, or that your breathing had slowed as you fell asleep.Â
At first he thinks it must be a mistake, immediately trying to ease you off of him. After all, he wasnât the most comfortable person to sleep on and people are far more likely to find his company irksome rather than soothing.Â
However, after you start doing it more often he realises that isnât the case.Â
In fact, he feels rather proud that youâve got the point in your relationship where you arenât afraid to relax around him.Â
He also learns how not to let it over-stimulate him. It takes some time to train his mind to not think about the possible pathogens that could be passing between you or the way your hair tickles his face. Heâs also able to talk to you about positions to curl up in if you ever want to sleep against him again, that he feels more relaxed in.Â
Heâd also totally be happy to tell you all about whatever his latest hyper-fixation is, knowing the sound of his voice helps you settle better than any lullaby.Â
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Pairing:Â Model!Shoko Ieri x Female Reader, Model!Utahime Iori x Female Reader, Shokohime x Female Reader
Summary: You're a top Public Relations manager covering Tokyo Fashion Week. All the drugs, sex and outrageous going ons never see the light of day. Why? Because it's your job to cover up scandal.
But that doesn't mean you can't have your own risky fun.
Story Warning: Smut, LESBIANS, Reader works in Public Relations, Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of hookups, Bath sex, Bathtub Threesome, Cunnilingus, Cum Eating, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Bumping and Grinding, Referenced STRAP usage, Fingering, Secret Flings, Sneaky Sex, Dub-con? (Reader and ShokoHime have a few drinks...but do consent to sex), Sneaking Around, Secret Recordings
Art by: Cake__Sensei (Twitter)
A/N: I FINALLY finished something for my Jujutsu Journal Collab Event! I hope yall enjoy!!! Thank you to everyone participating and for everyone who has helped me to reach 3k followers!!!
Youâve always loved the fast paced feel of Tokyo Fashion Week. The bright lights flashing and catching every crease and detail of the fabrics on display. The music thumping and crowd cheering as the models strut down the runway. The chaos backstage as everyone rushes to slip in and out of the next garment in time for their cue. Yes, you loved being a part of that feeling, you loved capturing that feeling. Because it was your job to catch every crease and detail, the sexy walks of the models, the mayhem that happens behind the scenes while the audience patiently waits.
Itâs exhilarating, really. Being invited to such elite and exclusive events has changed your life in ways you could have never imagined. When you first started your career in fashion, you would have never dreamed of making it this far. This was worlds away from filming street fashion on your shitty little cell phone and interviewing small time designers. But youâve worked so hard, worked even smarter and have networked your way to the top of your department.
And now, you're the head of the PR team for one of the top fashion magazines in Japan, currently assigned to cover the after party of Tokyo Fashion Week to collect enough content for a post show documentary.
The after party is as wild as youâd imagined it would be. The ritziness and glam of the actual fashion show can hardly be found here. Itâs all thumping loud music, raunchy dancing and paraphernalia scattered across various surfaces.Â
Looking for sweaty bodies bumping and grinding in off the runway Dior? Youâll find it here.Â
Want to catch someone snorting a line in vintage Chanel? Just turn your head in any direction, really.Â
Can you see a pair of this seasonâs YSL heels peeking out from around the corner where someone is on their knees giving the sloppiest blowjob? Absolutely.
And itâs your job to make sure that whatâs happening here never sees the light of day.
You love scandal, because it gives you a job, pays your bills and keeps your lights on and food in your fridge. As long as some celebrity is getting into shit theyâre not supposed to, youâll always have a job. But outside of work, you loathe scandal, avoid it at all costs because the biggest cost would be your career. Sure, youâve joined in on the fun, partook in scandalous behavior from time to time, but youâre always careful. There are never any traces, never any receipts, never any damning evidence that could lead back to you.
No one will ever know that you spent a weekend in Bali with famous pop musician Satoru Gojo while his wife waited patiently for him to return from âfilmingâ a new music video.
They will also never know about your brief tryst with his best friend, Suguru Geto in Nara, Seoul and Bora Bora. Not even Satoru.
And your romantic holiday trip with award winning actress Yuki Tsukumo? As far as everyone else knows, it never happened.
See, you were that damn good at your job. Thatâs why you were the head of your PR team, after all. Itâs why you knew exactly where to direct your videographer to point their camera. You spot the rolled dollar bills and white lines before they can react, finger pushing the camera sideways to focus on something else.
Lo and behold, it points to a group of models standing casually off to the side of the party as they mingle with guests. You recognize one face among the crowd, those deep purple bags beneath his eyes highlighted by the flashing neon lights.
Itâs Choso, a model, with his hair up in space buns, a part of his styling. Heâs dressed to the nines in the most stylish streetwear of the season, his signature Prada combat boots on.Â
Youâve known Choso for quite some time, often running into each other at these afterparties. Years ago, in the early hours of the morning, youâd clumsily attempted a drunk hookup. Every kiss, every touch, every attempt to work each other up to something more amounted to nothing. It ended with you both tangled in each otherâs arms, falling apart with laughter. And so, youâd decided you were better off as friends, and had become quite close since. It worked better for you both that way. You just werenât into each other like that.
But Choso has been a good friend to you. You often find yourself hanging out together after the chaos of the fashion show has died down and a new session of mayhem has begun for the afterparty. You havenât seen him in months, but that doesnât seem to make a difference because Choso spots you easily behind the camera and waves you over to his group of friends.
âHavenât seen you since Paris,â he calls out to you as you approach. He slings an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âI know! Iâve missed you!â You yell back. âHow have you been?â
âNot too bad, not too bad at all. Dating someone now!â
You lean back in his hold, brows rising to your hairline. âYou? In a relationship?âÂ
Youâre shocked. Youâve seen Choso go through different women, but never heard him refer to whoever he was seeing as dating. He nods, just as one of the most beautiful women youâve ever laid eyes on approaches you two. Her lips quirk into a pretty smile and you can tell right away that sheâs not a model. The smile is far too genuine, but thatâs not to say she couldnât be one if she wanted. Sheâs stunning, with smooth caramel brown skin and braids that fall down her back, and big brown eyes that you can already see Choso getting lost in as he pulls away from you to wrap his arms around her waist. He peers down at her, the awe apparent in his gaze. Like he just canât believe heâs got her.
âHey, babe,â he mutters just before his lips meet hers in a hungry kiss.
Oh, heâs in love, love.
Choso introduces you to his babe, Kamila and sheâs as sweet as she looks. But you donât get to talk to her much, because Choso is not willing to spend any time heâs not obligated to away from his love. You donât blame him. Sheâs breathtaking. You canât help but smile, watching as Choso and his girlfriend completely forget theyâre at this party together, surrounded by people.Â
Which is fine, because itâs about time to wrap it up yourself so that you and your crew can also take time to enjoy the rest of the festivities.
Turning to your associate, you signal for them to hand you their camera. They quickly switch it off before placing it in your hands. âGo party,â you tell them, dismissing them for the night. âNothing crazy,â you add. âAnd if it gets crazy, make sure thereâs nothing that can be traced back to the company. And if something happens that can be traced back to the company, call me.â
They know the rules. Theyâre the same ones you follow and the same ones the company practically beat into your skull when you were first brought on. So far, theyâve worked for you. No one has been able to outsmart any of you. Your team is solid.
âGot it boss,â your cameraman exclaims. Then theyâre off to get into whatever trouble the night has in store for them.
And while youâre pondering what trouble you can get into, it seems to find you first.
âBoss, huh?â A sweet voice questions behind you. You spin around to see Choso and his girlfriend are now nowhere in sight. Instead, youâre face to face with two of the most alluring women youâve ever laid eyes on. Theyâre dressed in skin tight dresses that leave little to the imagination, their long legs exposed and damn they look good. You recognize them from the show and from the model roster.
The beautiful slender one with the cute little beauty mark beneath one of her tired eyes â Shoko Ieiri. Sheâs got a bit of an intimidating aura and a smile that has your heart pounding rapidly behind your ribcage. Sheâs a bit scary. And admittedly, you find it sexy.Â
Youâve never spoken to Shoko. The models are usually too busy working and racing around backstage to have much time to mingle. By the time the showâs over, theyâre either back in their rooms or out at whatever party they can get into. But have also never heard anything negative about Shoko from any contacts in the industry, which speaks volumes to you. You hear everything. Itâs easy for anyone to get their hands on anything if they try hard enough.
When thereâs nothing to find, it means theyâre good at keeping their dirt swept under the rug. Those are the types of people you get along best with.
Then, thereâs the slightly shorter one, with a rough scar that runs from one side of her face to the other in contrast to her soft features â Utahime Iori. Sheâs as striking as Shoko â curvy and looks soft in all the right places.Â
Again, nothing crazy about Utahime. Youâve heard sheâs quite the hothead, which would be quite interesting if it were true. She has a less intimidating air about her. Her big brown eyes make her seem sweeter than the woman standing beside her. It makes her all the more intriguing to you.
Regardless, they both have their pretty gazes on you and for a split second, you feel the roles reverse. In this world, youâre at the top of the food chain. Everyone else is the prey. Because you could spin any story, take any insult slung your way and crush your target. Because no one had anything on you. But for some reason, as these two women stare you down, Utahime with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth and Shoko puckering her lips around the butt of a cigarette, you feel like they could destroy you.
And if thereâs one thing you love, itâs a woman who feels dangerous.
So when Shoko asks if youâd like to join her and Utahime for some drinks, you really canât say no. And you donât want to.
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âWhatâd you think of the show?â Utahime asks eagerly. Youâre all seated on one of the expensive velvet sofas on the second floor of this club. Shoko has made herself comfortable, leaning back against the arm of the chair. And youâve made yourself even more comfortable, seated between her long legs and leaning against Shokoâs chest while Utahime sits next to you, idly playing with your fingers.
You take a slow sip of your drink. Itâll probably be your last for the night. From the moment you laid eyes on these two, you knew what direction you wanted the night to go. You want to be sober enough to enjoy it.
Utahime peers up expectantly at you with those big brown eyes of hers, long lashes curling cutely and it makes your cheeks heat. The alcohol is not helping with how easily your body is responding.
âIt was really good,â you finally answer. Utahime beams, a little smile beginning to grow on her lips.
âReally?â She asks, and you nod. âWe did good?â
Behind you, you feel the vibration of Shokoâs chuckle rumble against your back. And as you stare down into Utahimeâs eyes, itâs clear why.
Okay. This one likes praise, you note mentally. You nod again. âSo good.â And youâre unable to stop the smile forming on your lips when Utahimeâs grin widens. She looks over to Shoko, who lazily takes a drag of another cigarette, blowing her smoke out of the side of her mouth to avoid suffocating you. Her long fingers trail absentmindedly up and down your arm as she listens to you and Utahime continue on about the show.
Youâve noticed that Shoko isnât very talkative. Sheâs more observant than anything and while that would usually bother you, thereâs something about Shoko that puts you at ease. Like you can put your life in her hands and can be confident you would be alright. Maybe itâs because everything around you is always so busy, always so loud. Her silence feels grounding amongst the chaos.Â
But you also find her silence a little funny since she and Utahime seem to be so close. Utahime seems more the party type than Shoko does. Sheâs outgoing and friendly, warm and inviting. Itâs such a stark contrast to Shoko, and yet theyâre always with each other. Even earlier in the night, if Shoko went to the bar, Utahime was right behind her, telling you theyâd be right back before chasing after her. If Utahime wanted to dance, Shoko was next to her. You suppose opposites do attract.
You suspect theyâre more than just colleagues or friends and you file that tidbit away in your mind. If the night is headed where you want it to go, where you suspect itâs going to go, you need to collect any pertinent information you can beforehand.Â
Just in case.
âUgh,â Shoko groans, leaning forward suddenly to smash her half finished cigarette into the ashtray on the side table next to her. âAll this noise is making my head hurt.â
Utahime nods in agreement. âIt has been a long dayâŚâ She sits straighter, grasping your hand tightly she asks, âShould we get going?â
Damn, you think. Youâre a little disappointed to think the night is ending here. âAre you two heading home?â Youâre sure the frown on your face is clear, even in the darkness of the venue. You donât want them to go yet.
Shoko snorts, shaking her head. She leans back against the chair, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you back onto her. âNo,â she breathes, and sheâs so close to your ear, you can feel her breath ghost along your skin, can smell the faint mixture of nicotine and spearmint. âWe donât live anywhere near here,â she explains, fingers gliding along your skin again. âHime and I got a reservation at one of those onsen hotels up the street.â
âItâs really nice from the pictures I saw online,â Utahime adds, a cheerful lilt to her tone when she speaks. âCanât wait to get there.â
You can feel the shift in the atmosphere when those words leave her lips. The air is thick, heavy. Youâre familiar with this feeling. You know it all too well, and your heart races in your chest. Behind you, you feel Shokoâs body tense up briefly before she relaxes.
Then Utahime is crawling along your form, moving closer to you, closer and closer, and you think sheâs going to try and kiss you. And damn it, youâd let herâŚif it was you she was aiming for. Instead, you watch, eyes blown wide with curiosity and honestly, desire as Utahime presses her plush lips to Shokoâs. Normally, youâd be elated to know your hunch was correct, that they were in fact more than friends, but you canât seem to care when you see their lips connect. Their kiss is sweet at first, just a few light pecks, quiet sighs between them. Until Utahime grins into the kiss, pulling back slightly to giggle at the way Shokoâs brows knit together. Shoko frowns, bringing a hand up to grip Utahimeâs long chocolate tresses.
âDonât tease me, Hime,â she breathes through gritted teeth. Then sheâs pulling Utahimeâs face to hers, smashing their lips together for a messy, passionate kiss. And all you can do is watch as their tongues slip into each otherâs mouths, breaths heavy as they quietly moan into each kiss. Itâs so sexy, the way Utahime whimpers. How Shoko nips at Utahimeâs already swollen lips. How Shoko pulls you tighter against her, pressing your ass against her groin.
Youâre not sure if itâs the drinks youâve had with these girls, the cigarettes or the scent of their perfumes that has your head swimming. Hell, maybe itâs a mixture of it all, but youâre so turned on watching these beautiful women kissing in front of you. All of their lust being poured into each slot of their lips, every groan and whimper between them, itâs all so arousing. You squeeze your thighs together, prompting a soft chuckle from the woman behind you. Shoko breaks away from the kiss, releasing her hold on Utahimeâs hair who pouts cutely, sitting back on her knees.
âDonât look so sad, Hime,â Shoko coos. She turns her attention back to you. âJust seemed like someone wanted to join us.â
And you do. You want to join them real fucking bad.
But when Shoko leans forward, just trying to press a kiss to your neck, your brain suddenly crawls out of the fog. Youâre out in the open, in a compromising position with two models, at that. So you move, a hand flying up to push Shoko back a little.
Her brows furrow, head tilting in confusion and she releases her hold on you. âOhâ Sorry, I didnât mean to assumeâŚI just thoughtââ
âNo youâre right,â you reassure them. Your eyes dart around the venue, and while everyone is likely drugged up or too drunk out of their minds to notice three girls feeling each other up in the club, you can never be too careful. âJustâŚnot here. Letâs go back to your hotel.â
Shoko looks at Utahime, who stares at you two with eager eyes and a smile that would melt anyoneâs heart. âOkay! Letâs go!â
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Shoko checks you all into the hotel, and the room is as beautiful as youâd imagine it would be. Thereâs a main bedroom with a fluffy king bed ready to be slept inâŚor not. Off to the side of the room is a small dining area, and through large glass doors is the onsen bath, the water already run by the hotel staff for you. It screams luxury. You can see the steam curling from the water and god, if you couldnât use a bath to wash away the day.
You set your bag and camera down on the dining table. Stretching your arms over your head, you take in the room, moving across the space. âThis hotel is fucking incredible,â you gasp. âI canât believe your agency spoils you guys like this.â
Shoko laughs, kicking her heels off and setting them in the little armoire by the entrance. âRight? I was surprised myself. Make yourself at home,â she tells you from the other side of the room.
She didnât have to tell you twice. You couldnât wait to crawl into that bed and âÂ
âWhatâs this for?â
You peek over your shoulder, eyes landing on Utahime fumbling around with the camera and panic sets in. You cannot lose that footage. âPlease donât touch that!â It comes out more forcefully than you intended and Utahime sets the camera down quickly, holding her hands up defensively.Â
âSorry!â
You rush toward her, only to be stopped in your tracks by Shoko, who places her hands on your shoulders. âHey, relax. She was just looking.â She fixes you with a small smile, running her hands soothingly along your arms. And it does calm you, the earlier fear you felt melting away. âBe glad you caught her before she dropped it.â Shoko shakes her head, releasing your shoulders before she turns, moving towards the other woman. Utahime stands still, watching and waiting as Shoko slips behind her easily. Shokoâs fingers pinch the zipper of Utahimeâs dress and drag it along the fabric until her dress slowly loosens around her chest and your gaze falls to the movement. âShe can be careless sometimes,â Shoko speaks softly. Her fingers glide along Utahimeâs collarbone, dragging down to the swell of her breasts. âDonât mind her.âÂ
Shoko spins around, and Utahime follows, gently pushing Shokoâs hair aside. She presses a soft kiss to the back of Shokoâs neck and you watch as she trails kisses along the side of Shokoâs neck, pulling quiet sighs from the taller woman as she pulls the zipper until the fabric falls to the floor, revealing her bare slim form. Shoko turns back around and captures Utahimeâs lips with hers, only breaking away to whisper, âBe more careful, okay?â before sheâs back on her.
And all you can do is watch, the nerves you felt earlier about the camera now melted away. Beneath the soft lighting of the hotel room, they look like ethereal beings. Too innocent to be partaking in such salacious behavior. Arousal pools in your core as the vision of the two modelâs tongues tangling sends you spiraling. Have you ever been so turned on, so eager to touch someone, to feel their body on yours? Even your nights spent with the most famous celebrities never had you so tempted to slip your hands into your panties.
Itâs the way Shoko holds onto Utahimeâs form against her own. How she reaches a hand up to pull down the loosened fabric against Utahimeâs chest. How Utahime becomes exposed, her supple breasts falling gently. Utahimeâs soft whimpers when the chill air ghosts along her pretty pink nipples, the buds puckering when Shoko rolls them gently between her fingers.
Shoko sighs, pulling away reluctantly. âYouâre so pretty,â she whispers, hands kneading Utahimeâs breasts. âSo beautiful. My perfect girl.â
You can see the way Utahimeâs eyes light up from across the room, a shy smile lifting the corners of her lips. âNo, you,â she teases and Shoko chuckles.
Her heated gaze finds yours from across the room, how youâre watching them intently with desire clear in your eyes. Utahime follows her line of sight, and itâs clear to her what Shoko wants. She raises her hand, inviting you over to join. And you donât hesitate. Like magnets drawn to each other, your legs carry you to them with ease.
Both women welcome you, the anticipation clear. They want this just as badly as you do, and for a moment, you wonder if their panties are just as soaked as yours. Theyâve been kissing each other, touching each other, getting to taste and enjoy each other while youâve gotten the pleasure of watching from the sidelines. Now youâre about to partake in these pleasures with them. Youâre more excited than you care to admit.
Utahime takes your hand, guiding you closer and closer until youâre standing right in front of her. âAre you okay with this?â She asks, eyes locked on your parted lips and you nod your consent.
âYes, I want this.â
Utahimeâs bright eyes travel to Shoko, who watches you both with hardly concealed interest.Â
âThis stays here, though. Right?âÂ
You want to be sure before moving forward. Not that you were concerned, but better to have heard it with your own ears.
âOf course,â Shoko confirms. She bites down on her lip before looping an arm around your waist. Now she has both you and Utahime in her hold. âNow kiss her.â
The command has your core aching. Youâve wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like, tasted like, to kiss them. Didnât matter who first or if it was both at the same time. You just wanted to feel their lips on yours.
And you do, when Shoko dips her head down to bury her face in your neck just as Utahime presses her mouth on yours. The moment their mouths connect with your skin, your body ignites with heat. Utahime is an amazing kisser. She has pretty, plush and soft lips that easily mold against yours. And she makes cute little noises when your tongues touch.
Shoko on the other hand, is a bit rougher, hungrier with her kisses. When she cups your cheek and breaks your kiss with Utahime by turning your head, sheâs quick to nip at your lips. Her tongue slips into your mouth the second you let out a moan. While you and Shoko are heavily making out, Utahime takes this time to grab your hands, laying them against her large breasts.
âTouch me,â she sighs, squeezing your hands beneath hers and moaning at the applied pressure.Â
You oblige, hands running lightly over the hardened buds and you revel in the way Shoko moans a quiet âI love the way you play with her titsâŚâ into your mouth. âI wanna see you play with her pussy later.â You whimper into the kiss, her confession making your cheeks heat. Youâll admit, this is your first threesome. Itâs hard to focus, your mind is so foggy with the arousal building in your core. Itâs all too much â too much movement, too much touching, too much sound and way too much going on with your own body.
Your lips tingle, almost numb from how hard and greedily Shoko kisses you. Your skin vibrates with the way Utahime is practically helping you to play with her breasts. And your panties are probably dripping with arousal right now. You are desperate to cum.
âWe should get into the bath,â Utahime groans when you cup her breasts. She leans forward, nudging Shoko away from your lips. Shoko gives her hardly any space at all, taking one side of your mouth while Utahime takes the other. Then itâs all three of your tongues tangling together in this sloppy, wet kiss.Â
Though youâre all reluctant to break away, Shoko moves first, stepping back enough to grab the hem of your shirt and peel it off of you, forcing Utahime back as well. Youâre all breathing heavily, flushed and aroused beyond measure, but you still nod. âYeah, let's get in bathâŚâÂ
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âHave you been with a woman before?â Shoko asks, lacing her fingers between yours as she guides you into her lap. You straddle her, though you donât sit fully on her lap yet.
Youâve all slipped into the warmth of the deep hotel bathtub. Shoko sits half submerged on the bathtubâs built-in bench with her back against the tubâs wall. If your body was burning up before, itâs on fire now, your pulse racing after spending the last few minutes lathering each otherâs bodies and kissing until your lips hurt.
âI have.â
Shokoâs brows rise, almost as if sheâs surprised by the confirmation. âTwo women?â
You shake your head. Nevertheless, Shoko grins as she asks, âWell? The one youâve been withâŚHow was it?â She pulls you closer, until your lips are hovering barely over hers, breaths mingling. âDid you enjoy yourself?â
The question hangs heavy between you two. Itâs not as though answering this question would implicate you in any way, or give them any clues as to who the last woman you slept with was. So you answer honestly, just barely above a whisper. âYeah, it was pretty good.â
Utahime giggles, gliding through the water to close the distance between you all. âSheâs so cute, Shoko.âÂ
Shoko cups your face, eyes cast down to your lips. âShe is, isnât she?â She runs her thumb along your lip teasingly before she declares, âI can give you something better than pretty good.âÂ
âYeah?â You challenge her.
âYeah, she can,â Utahime confirms. âWe can.â She closes the gap between you all, placing her hands on your waist from behind. You feel her wet breasts press against your back and your eyes flutter closed. Utahime is curvy in all the right places. You are no better than a man, more than turned on by the feeling of her pressed against you. Your absolute favorite part about her is her pretty, large breasts. You canât wait to have her nipples in your mouth.
Utahime places light kisses along your skin, along your neck, moving so that sheâs on her knees beside you and Shoko. She adjusts her height smoothly so that she sits a little taller, enough so that she can cup the back of your head and pull you to her chest. Your lips latch onto her nipple quickly, eagerly and she gasps, back arching and pushing her breast further into the cavern of your mouth. You hum against her, tongue rolling the pert bud. She tastes of the strawberry body wash you just rinsed off of her. Youâre so distracted, moving back and forth between Utahimeâs breasts that you donât notice Shoko slipping a hand between the other womanâs thighs beneath the water. Not until Utahime cries out, hands coming up to find purchase on your shoulders.Â
And Shoko, the bitch that she is, places her other hand on your thigh and guides you to sit down, mouth falling open with a soft moan when your hips connect under the bath water. Shoko rolls hips, brushing her core with yours and grinning as she watches your mouth fall agape against Utahimeâs breast. She does it again, smiling wide when a small whimper falls from your lips. Then she keeps doing it, keeps grinding herself against you until your thighs are trembling, and youâre nothing but a puddle clinging to Utahimeâs waist.
And Utahime, sheâs not any better off. Shokoâs fingers are slowly working her towards her release. Sheâs already been pent up, teased and turned on since youâd all gotten together at the nightclub. Now, as Shoko scissors her fingers inside her sex, presses her palm to her clit, Utahime only inches closer to the edge.Â
The smaller woman pushes you from her chest, her hands cupping your face so she can capture your lips with hers. And youâre so overstimulated, your mind reeling while the water sloshes with every thrust of Shokoâs hips. Shoko gently cups one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, moaning as she feels your clits brush against each other repeatedly. She sighs sweetly watching as you ride her, all while Utahime rides her hand while her lips slot against yours.
âYouâre so soft,â Utahime breathes, tongue pushing past your lips to press against your own wet muscle. One hand finds the back of Utahimeâs head, fingers tangling in her soft tresses and you hear Shoko moan beneath you, her hips slamming into yours. Your tongue tangles messily with Utahimeâs, all saliva and groans as Shoko moves you against her. Water splashes over the sides of the tub. You canât be bothered to care about the mess youâre all making. Not when this feels so good, not when Utahime kisses you like this, not while Shoko makes her sob into your mouth, not when you can feel the delicious tension beginning to build in your core.Â
âFuck, ah â youâre both so sexyâŚâ Shoko groans. âLove watching you kiss each other. So fucking sexyâŚPlay with my tits while I fuck her, Hime.â
Without breaking the kiss, Utahime grasps one of Shokoâs breasts, tweaking her nipple and grinning against your mouth when Shoko gasps loudly. Her thrusts come faster, head falling back as she moans.
âAhhâŚShokoâŚyou make such pretty sounds, baby.â Utahime coos and you whimper, eyes rolling back when your cunt slides against Shokoâs deliciously. âYou do, too,â Utahime tells you, kissing you one last time before breaking away to lean down and kiss Shoko now.
All the while, Shoko never stops her movements. Itâs like sheâs an expert with her hands because she never loses hold of your hip, guiding you against her while she fucks her fingers into Utahime with her other hand. The room is full of the lewd sounds of you three whimpering, moaning, and whining at the shared intimacy. If thereâs anyone in the rooms next to you, they may complain, but youâre not worried about that. Youâre more concerned with the way Utahimeâs voice rises several octaves, her cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut.
âGonna cum?â Shoko groans. âCâmere. Câmere, baby,â Shoko stops moving, gently pulling her fingers from Utahimeâs pussy. Sheâs so gentle with the other woman as she adjusts herself so that sheâs able to lean her head back enough for Utahime to stand between you and her, legs spread as she settles her knees on the edge of the tub, positioning her core over Shokoâs face. Youâve got a nice view of Utahimeâs pretty round ass, and an even better view of Shoko pressing a passionate kiss to Utahimeâs cunt, tongue running through her folds, lips wrapping around Utahimeâs swollen bud.
Utahime gasps, moaning breathlessly when Shoko sucks her clit hard, then teases it with the tip of her tongue. Your hands play idly with Shokoâs nipples, eyes locked on the way Shoko devours Utahime, like sheâs never tasted something sweeter in her life. Itâs such an arousing vision. Utahimeâs thighs begin to tremble and youâre grateful for the platform of the bath, where Utahime falls forward onto her hands. Sheâs on all fours, riding Shokoâs face.Â
âShokoooo, oohâ,â she hisses through gritted teeth. âGonna fucking cum, babe,â she warns, and Shokoâs lips wrap around her clit again, humming loudly as she gives Utahimeâs ass a harsh smack. This has Utahimeâs body spasming, a high pitched cry leaving her as she reaches her peak. And as you watch Shoko drive Utahime over the edge with just her tongue, youâre unsure if itâs the water from the bath or Utahimeâs release thatâs running down Shokoâs face, absolutely soaking the taller womanâs chin.
âFuck,â you moan quietly, eyes locked on the sexy sight before you. Your clit throbs beneath the surface. Maybe Shoko feels it, because she picks her movements back up after returning both hands to your hips. Your cunt slips and slides against Shokoâs again and this time, after watching Utahime fall apart on Shokoâs tongue, youâre even more aroused and eager to reach your own release. Itâs not too far off, only getting closer as you watch Utahime shudder while Shoko continues making out with her pussy.
When itâs clear Utahime is spent, she climbs off of Shoko and slips back into the water, gliding through the liquid to position herself behind you where she begins kissing along your neck again. Her hands finds your breasts and she kneads them gently from behind, the motion such a contrast to the way Shoko is roughly fucking you again.
And once more, youâre all whimpering, hands roaming each otherâs bodies. Grabbing soft flesh and squeezing anywhere you can that pulls sweet noises. Youâre riding Shoko hard, desperately trying to cum. Each stroke of your clit against hers has you reeling, the sweet sensation pushing you closer and closer to your climax.
âIâm jealous,â Utahime pouts cutely. âShoko gets to fuck you so good. I wanna fuck you, too.âÂ
You canât do anything but whimper pathetically at the aspect of your legs crossed with Utahimeâs. Shokoâs moans follow. âI wanna see you fuck her, baby.â She thrusts her hips up, a loud moan rushing past your lips. âYou wanna fuck Hime, too? She eats pussy so good.â
âGod, yes!â You cry, eyes closed as you focus on your impending climax.
âWe have plenty of time tonight,â Utahime assures you. âMaybe we can even do this another time.â
âOh, Iâd love that. Get to see this pretty pussy again,â Shoko grunts, eyes locked on the way your tits bounce with every roll of your hips. âGod, even in the water, your pussy is so fucking wet.â
Utahime groans, pouting further. âStopppp, Shoko. I already said Iâmââ
âGonna cum,â Shoko whines. âOh my god, Iâm gonna cum!â
Shoko leans forward suddenly, grasping you by the back of your neck and pulling you close so she can crash her lips into yours. The mixture of Shoko's taste and the tang of Utahimeâs cum on Shokoâs tongue has your eyes rolling back, and youâre toppling over. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the tension and build up throughout the night finally snapping the band that had been coiling in your core for the last several hours.
Your arms wrap around Shokoâs shoulders as you keen into each other's mouths, riding out your highs.
âOh wowâŚâ Utahime rubs small circles on your back. âThat wasâŚreally hot.â
Youâre catching your breath, Shoko still holding onto your hips tightly. Her hair is stuck to her forehead, a sweaty mess that somehow looks even more beautiful this way.
âWeâre gonna need another bath,â she chuckles.
The night carries on with much of the same taking place. After the bath (and second bath), the three of you fall into bed, quickly finding yourselves tangled in the sheets.
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The next morning, youâre awakened by the sound of your phone buzzing incessantly on the hotel table. Your head is pounding and youâre not sure if itâs the couple glasses of wine you had, or the dehydration from the many orgasms both women pulled from you last night. Probably a mixture of both.
Speaking of Shoko and Utahime, you stretch carefully in bed, remembering you all fell asleep with you sandwiched between them. But youâre left confused when you donât feel a warm body on either side of you. You open your eyes slowly, wincing when the early morning rays of sun feel like a punch to the forehead. But even the aching in your skull isnât enough for you to ignore that you appear to be alone in a hotel room that is not yours.
You crawl out of bed, peering around the room. âHello?â You call out, and it feels like your voice is echoing, bouncing off the walls of this quiet room. You check the bathroom and find itâs empty. You check the closet and donât see any evidence that clothes were inside last night. âMaybe they just had to leave,â you murmur to yourself. Because it helps soothe the nagging feeling you have sitting in the pit of your stomach at the moment.
Shrugging off the feeling, you go about your morning as you normally would. You shower, brush your teeth, dress in the clothes youâd come over in last night and plan on heading back home to report back to work.
Your phone is still buzzing when youâre about ready to head out. You finally pick it up, unlocking the device and seeing a plethora of missed calls as well as several text messages from some of your team members and associates.
Associate 1: Where are you?
Associate 1: 911!! Please pick up!
You roll your eyes, wondering what trouble theyâd gotten into last night. What mess will you have to clean up this morning?
Associate 3: PLEASE ANSWER THE PHONE
Director: You need to call me.
Director: NOW.
Slight panic begins to set in, and you continue scrolling through your messages. Thereâs one from an unknown number, sent in the early hours of the morning. You open the message, eyes practically bulging out of your head when you see the contents.
Unknown: No hard feelings, okay? We really needed the exposure so we could get booked for more shows. Thanks for last night! - H
Another text comes through, and you think you might be fucking sick when you read it. Itâs a link to a news article forâŚJujutsu Journal? Stupid ass name, but itâs a gossip blog so what did you expect?Â
The page has screenshots of a very familiar scene. You and the models in the bath. You and Utahime on the bed with your heads thrown back in ecstasy. A blurred pic, censoring what may be the dirtiest of all â you bent over the bed on all fours, with your face buried between Utahimeâs legs while Shoko (and her lilac colored strap) destroy you from behind.Â
Where the absolute hell would they get these?!
The headline reads:
TAKING RELATING TO THE PUBLIC TO A WHOLE NEW LEVEL! Head Public Relations manager for one of Japanâs top fashion magazines is in quite a pickle! This morning Jujutsu Journal received EXCLUSIVE footage of her in various intimate positions with models Shoko Ieiri and Utahime Iori! Rumor has it these two are already booked and busy. Meanwhile, it looks like this Public Relations manager may soon be booted and broke! Want to see the tape? Click here to sign up for exclusive members only access!
The pieces begin to connect, your mind flashing back to just last night. The camera is right where you left it the night before. Well, where Utahime left it. But when your fingers push the button to open the tape cartridge, you find it empty. All the footage from the night before is gone! You feel like you may faint. All these years of being so careful, at least twenty steps ahead. All the progress youâve madeâŚgone.
And not just that! Now thereâs a sextape of you three floating around the internet! Is that why Utahime was fumbling around with the camera? Why Shoko went out of her way to distract you? So that she could buy Utahime time to turn the camera on and hit record? Is that why they showed so much interest in you in the first place? Everything is beginning to make more and more sense, while simultaneously making less and less sense. Youâre so confused.
âWhat the fuck?â You mutter to no one but yourself.
Your phone buzzes. Youâre scared to look, but you know you should.
âWhatâŚtheâŚfuckâŚâ You still canât believe this is happening. To you of all people.
Your eyes see the name light up on your screen. Itâs your boss.
Thereâs no way youâll be able to spin this one.Â
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