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DILF | older!harry
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Summary: Y/n meets an older man at a bar and she's not taking no for an answer. Harry likes her persistence.
A/N: This was requested + this! Also, please think before you judge Y/n. She is very bold and confident in this. Maybe even a little pushy but Harry likes it (even if at first he doesn't give that impression). Also he's single so this isn't cheatrry!
Word Count: 6,580
Warning: age gap, smut, alcohol consumption (light)
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"That one. Total dilf. He looks grumpy. Bet you can't crack him."
Y/n laughed at her friend and looked down at her red-painted nails before narrowing her gaze on the attractive older man who was seated at the corner of the bar alone. He was nursing a whisky and he did look rather sullen. Unapproachable even.
"Why him?"
"Because he's hot. And I'm curious to see if you can get him to smile at least," Warren raised her brows, "I dare you."
Y/n tilted her head and assessed him. He was nice and big, taking up a decent amount of space at the bar, broad shoulders and back hunched as he leaned his muscular forearms on the wood of the bar top. Meaty hands placed on either side of his lowball glass. Thick brown waves on top of his head with a bit of silver coming in at the temples. But the handsome features on his face really set him apart. His granite jawline gave way to stubble that stretched over his skin and shaded in the spaces around his pink lips.
If she could "crack" him she wasn't sure she'd want just a smile. He looked yummy enough to eat.
Drinking down the last of her martini she pointed at Warren and then Tara, "Fine. Give me twenty minutes and I'll have him eating from the palm of my hand."
Tara laughed, "If you say soâŚ"
She placed her heeled feet down on the floor and brushed her hands over her dress, "Oh, I do say so. Just watch and learn, ladies."
Y/n wasn't quite that confident, but she wasn't about to say no to dare. And she could hold her own when it came to flirting. She liked getting a little attention and if she could garner this one's interest it might be fun.
She sauntered up to the bar behind the man and noticed the way his t-shirt stretched over his lats and tapered loosely down at his waist. The guy was fit. And lucky her, there was an open stool next to him.
Sliding onto the seat she waved at the bartender to order another drink. She'd need all the courage she could get, in whatever form she could get it.
Tapping her long nails on the lacquered wood she felt nerves thrumming through veins before turning toward the man finally. He hadn't seemed to take note of her yet, which honestly was unusual in most cases. Maybe she thought too highly of herself but men tended to notice her right away. She appreciated the challenge, though.
Reaching her hand into his space to greet him, she pushed down her nerves to sound steady as she spoke, "I'm Y/n."
She watched his brow furrow as he turned to look at her hand and then up at her eyes, his expression, which she expected would soften once he looked at her, was unamused. A single light overhead lit the tops of their heads as a shadow cast over the side of his face and he didn't make a move to shake her hand, "And I'm old enough to be your dad."
A surprised scoff fell from her lips as she moved her hand away from him. She wiggled in her seat and crossed her leg over her thigh toward him, gulping down the initial rejection with as much grace as she could muster, "I think you're jumping to conclusions about my intentions. But so what if you're older than me? I don't mind. We're both adults, right?"
An unimpressed grunt rumbled from his throat before he took another sip of his whisky and he looked away from her toward the TV that hung not far away from where they sat.
The bartender placed her olive martini down on the bar in front of her, "It'll be on Y/n Y/l/n. I already have an open tab."
A sip of the salty drink felt warm down her throat. So he was going to be a bit tough to crack. She turned to look at her friends who were grinning in her direction.
Straightening her back to feel more confident she tried again, "So you're not gonna tell me your name even?"
Without looking at her, he licked his lips and ticked his jaw, "Y/n, I think it's past your bedtime."
She smiled at that. He'd said her name, which meant he'd been listening, "My bedtime is whenever I say it is, not when some grouchy stranger says."
He puffed out an amused laugh through his nose, "I am a stranger. Which means you should be cautious, little girl. Your dad didn't teach you about things like that?" He turned to look down at her again, and that time she saw the soft green color of his eyes as the light hit his face just right.
But now she was really determined. She smiled brightly at him and let her eyes coast over his tattooed arm and then back up to his face, "Are you telling me you're dangerous?"
He still didn't smile as he shook his head like he was surprised by her gall, "Do your parents know what you're up to tonight?"
"I'm 24. Graduated from college, live on my own, pay my bills, have a full-time job. You seem to be awfully worried about my parents. I can take care of myself just fine."
Just then another person sat down next to the man Y/n was trying to whittle away at. He poked his elbow at him, "Who's this?"
"Don't know. Someone who's about to go back to her table with her little girlfriends."
Biting her lip she traced the rim of her martini glass with her fingertip, keeping her eyes set on the handsome tattooed one, "Not even a smile. Just one? Please?"
"Like I already said, I'm way too old for you."
The other man leaned over and reached to tap Y/n's shoulder, "Hey. Forget about Harry, here. You can bring me home with you if you're looking for a daddy tonight."
She frowned and looked him up and down to asses. He was late 40s perhaps, wearing a local band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a backward cap to make himself appear a little more youthful. "No thanks. You'd know if I was interested in you."
Harry bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling at her retort. She was definitely too young but he liked her spunk.
"Now, HarryâŚ" she said his name slowly as she leaned a little closer, "I've got your name thanks to your friend. Can I have a smile?"
"Why?" He stared down at her, the caress of his gaze felt infinite and she found her skin convecting in its wake. He might be hard to crack but this one would be worth it, she determined.
She sighed and slid her finger dangerously close to his wrist as he looked down at her nail and watched her trail it near his arm, "I just hoped to see you smile is all. Too handsome to have such a sour scowl on your face."
"And you're hardly old enough to be so confident to walk up to a strange man at a bar."
She laughed and tilted her head, "You planning on doing something bad to me, Harry?"
And that. That pulled a reaction out of him that spread over his features slowly as he shook his head in disbelief, "Darlin', you wouldn't be able to handle me."
Her eyes widened slightly. Now she was definitely not giving up. Y/n wasn't one to fail and Harry might be making her work hard for it but she couldn't imagine it wouldn't be worth it in the end.
"Is that a challenge or something?" She softly scraped her nail over his tattooed wrist and Harry watched her red nail work over his skin.
His resolve was fading fast. She could tell he wasn't going to keep denying her. And why should he? If he was single, which he appeared to be, what was the harm in having a little fun with someone younger? Y/n didn't mind. And he certainly shouldn't either.
"If it were a challenge you'd know it. Lots of other guys here, Y/n. Go enjoy your night with someone closer to your own age."
She sighed in annoyance. But he hadn't moved his arm away from her and she was going to take that as a sign.
Dragging the toe of her shoe into his shin she grinned, "I don't want to enjoy my night with someone my own age. Not tonight anyway. I think you've convinced me that I need to test out this theory of yours. That you think I can't handle you. Cause I bet I can."
With his eyes piercing into hers, he took another sip of his drink. She thought she might have just convinced him to give her a smile at the very least because it looked like he was weighing his options. And if she could get him to smile she might have luck with the rest.
He tilted his chin upward for a moment, eyes aimed at the ceiling like he was calling on a higher power for strength, "Go back to your friends, Y/n. Any other man here would love to have your company."
"But you wouldn't love to have my company?"
"I mean⌠I'm still here," the other man raised his hand and leaned into Harry, "Honey we could have so much fun. Any man who'd turn you down is either battin' for the other team or more likely," he chuckled and pushed his shoulder into Harry's teasingly, "He can't get it up anymore."
Y/n's mouth dropped open at that and Harry turned to look at the man. She wished she could see the look on his face, "Sit the fuck back down, John. She already told you she's not interested in you."
"Yeah, and you're not interested in her so what's it matter to you? Look at her, Harry. Practically begging you. Young and bubbly⌠Tightâ"
Harry's hand covered John's throat as he pushed him away, nearly making his stool topple over, "Get the fuck outta here. You had too much whisky tonight."
"Aww⌠come on Harry⌠I was just jokin'!"
She watched as he stood from his stool and looked down at John, "And you thought that was funny? You like making jokes about women like that?"
The man put his hands up in surrender, "I'm out. HereâŚ" he threw a wad of cash on the bar top before he moved past Harry and then looked at Y/n, "My apologies if I offended you."
They watched as John left the bar quickly and then Harry sat back down before he waved at the bartender and signaled for the check, "Just the one whisky neat."
"You're leaving already? Night's still young, Harry."
He sucked at his teeth as he scraped his gaze over her face and down to her cleavage. She smiled when she watched the path his eyes had taken.
The bartender handed him the bill and Harry leaned over to pull his wallet from his back pocket.
She scooted closer to him, "You headed home?"
He nodded, but not necessarily in answer to her question, it was more of an appraisal kind of nod. He was still silent as he pulled cash out of his wallet.
"Thanks for that, by the way. I'm sure John's a nice guy and all but he's not really my type. And I'm sure he was wrong about you."
That got his attention. Harry flicked his gaze back to hers, "Wrong about me?"
She smiled, "The part where he said you couldn't get it up. You're not that old. I'm sure you still can. Right?"
He clenched his jaw and breathed out of his nostrils like he couldn't believe she'd asked him such a thing. He handed the bartender his cash with a nod before he stood up from his stool.
"Huh. Since you're so quiet about it maybe he was right," she goaded, pressing her lips together to flatten her smile as she looked up at him through her lashes.
Harry placed a palm down on the bar top next to her hand and leaned over her, "You're out of your depth here, Y/n."
"Now, you don't really know that do you? Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing."
"You're awfully pushy. Not used to hearing no, are you?"
Y/n watched as the edge of his mouth lifted in amusement and she widened her eyes and pointed, "You're almost smiling."
He shook his head and looked around the bar before pinning his gaze back to hers, "I hope you enjoy the rest of your night. But your luck has run out with me, princess."
Harry stood to his full height and Y/n decided to try one last time, "So it's true then. What he said."
He stopped and turned to look back at her, a slow burning heat behind his gaze, "Couldn't be further from the truth."
She smiled and slid off her stool to stand in front of him. His height was impressive, "Prove it."
The line of his jaw hardened, turning his cheekbones into slashes of tension. His eyes simmered as he weighed his options. Finally, a hint of a smile stretched over his mouth. A small one, but still.
"I don't need to prove anything to silly little girls."
"Good thing I'm not a silly little girl. I'm a grown woman, Harry."
Y/n knew she was pushing it. She'd never needed to throw herself at any man before. But because of that, she wasn't used to rejection either. Maybe it was a good lesson for her ego. She knew her big fault was how entitled she could act sometimes. But that was partly thanks to how she was raised. It's better to act like a man to get what you want in life, her dad told her. And so far, that had been true. Some women balked at her confidence and her bold attitude. She wasn't demure or sweet enough. And men would often refer to her as a bitch or say that she was trying too hard.
She'd work on her ego another time. But right now? She was focused on winning this battle.
"What do you want with someone like me anyway? Hm? I'm old, Y/n. What's in it for you?"
Blinking her eyes she shook her head, "You're not old, first of all. Secondly, you're really attractive. It doesn't need to go much deeper than that, does it? I just think you're handsome. And I do kind of like a challenge."
"I can see that you like a challenge. It's the only reason I haven't walked out that door yet. Kind of relentless."
She smiled, "So it's working?"
Another half-smile worked its way up his mouth as he laughed in disbelief, "Are you surprised that it is?"
His pupils coasted over her figure and then back up to her face. The warmth of his gaze singed her skin like an open flame.
"I guess I just didn't know how difficult it'd be with you."
He licked his lips, "Difficult. You have no idea. But looks like you're about to find out. Go tell your friends what's going on. Meet me out front."
Y/n watched him turn and walk away. She was shocked. For a minute she thought he wasn't going to go for it at all.
Shaking off the sudden surprise of having gotten to him she settled up with the bartender and then stopped at the table with her friends. They were just about to give her condolences for having oversold her ability but she interrupted. "He's waiting for me outside. Location is on. Don't wait up!"
Harry was leaning against a black car in the parking lot when she stepped out of the doors. The moment he saw her he pushed himself off the car and opened the passenger door for her.
It was going to be tricky to maintain the kind of confidence she'd been feigning with him up until then but there was no part of her that didn't want to find out what he could show her.
She watched as Harry sat down in the driver's seat and started up his car. He took up too much space in the seat. His big hand wrapped around the leather steering wheel while his other encased the shift stick. Even the way he drove was turning her on.
She was pleased that she'd wormed her way under his skin and that he'd given in. She'd try her best to make it worth his while. Reaching across the console she put her hand on his thigh and he glanced down quickly before setting his gaze back on the road.
Now, Harry had slept with younger women a couple of times. He generally preferred someone closer to his age because he liked the confidence and experience that came with age. Women in their 20s were often in a different stage of life and that was fine ânormal even, but it just usually wasn't a match for him. Not sexually and not mentally.
But Y/n was unusually confident for being so young. Persistent. He liked it, he couldn't lie. Whether or not she really had much else going for her beyond confidence, he guessed he'd find out. Well, she was very cute too. She did have that in her favor.
And Y/n at least seemed like she knew what she wanted. It was flattering as well. Being approached by such a pretty young thing. He figured the moment he told her to go back to her friends she'd give up but she was just fiery enough that she wasn't deterred.
When she ran her nail over his wrist he knew he was screwed. She was just close enough that he could smell her perfume and then she nudged her shoe into his shin and all he could think about was that she really wanted to be shown a good time and if anyone could it was him.
Harry knew his way around a woman's body. They were all different and he liked finding all the buttons and things that made them purr. In his experience, though, the younger the woman, the less she knew her own body. He didn't know if Y/n was just talking a big game but he was about to find out.
He stayed quiet as she ran her hand down his thigh and he shifted as the car accelerated past the green light. He'd see if she'd do anything with her hand but maybe she'd just pet at him like a novelty toy. He didn't expectâ
"This is okay?" She asked him, her tone sultry as she palmed at his crotch.
He licked his lips, "Have at it."
His cock fattened up nicely with not much effort on her part. Proof that he definitely could get it up. Plucking at his button she looked from his face to her fingers as she leaned further over the console to reach her hand into his open pants to help him with the awkward angle of his dick. He seemed to appreciate that as he shifted under her palm.
Rubbing over his heather grey briefs she peeled down the elastic band the slightest to get a peek. The dark shade of pink on his tip matched the muted raspberry of his lips. She slid the pad of her middle finger over the slit and he softly inhaled through his teeth.
She wouldn't be able to give him roadhead like she wanted. It was impossible with the stick shift in the way. But she could wrap her fingers around his shaft and feel him under her palm until they got wherever they were going.
"Mmm⌠It's so big, Harry. Knew you would be. Might be the biggest I've seen in person. Can't tell yet, though. Have to wait to see when we've got these off."
Harry pushed a laughed breath through his nose. She was a bold thing. Her assertiveness was a turn-on. He didn't like meek and shy. Not when it came to sex.
When she spit into her palm and smeared it down his length, the best she could, he parted his lips and stepped on the gas. She was already exceeding any expectations he had for her. Maybe she'd prove him wrong.
Her nail scraped the underside of him and she moaned, "Really want it in my mouth."
He gulped harshly and ticked his jaw, "Just be patient. I'll let you put it in your mouth soon enough."
"And where are we going? Your place?"
He nodded, "Just a few minutes away."
She squeezed around him and pulled upward slowly. She knew already, he was well above average and she was going to have to work to give him a proper blowy.
His house was a one story, the driveway at the front with a garage attached. He lifted his hand and pushed on a device that was clinging to his sun visor and the garage door began to open. There was a covered motorcycle along the back wall and then the garage door closed after he shut off the engine.
She moved her hand away and unbuckled herself as he got out. When she reached down to pick up her little purse she realized her panties were already wet. She grinned as she stepped out, adjusting her dress before closing the door, and then followed behind him as he led her into a dark hallway.
When he turned on the lights she took it all in. Hardwood floors led into a dining area and then a kitchen. Hung on the walls were photos of himself with two children and then more framed photos with just the kids.
"Do you have kids?"
"I do. Boy and a girl. 7 and 10."
"You're not married are you?"
He laughed, "If I were you'd have known. Wouldn't have been out in the first place if I had a wife waiting for me at home."
She nodded as he turned on the kitchen light and pulled out two glasses before filling them with water.
"Divorced?"
Handing her a glass he squinted, "Yes."
She took a sip. He was a man of few words she'd gathered. She looked around the kitchen. Wood cabinets, an outdated laminate countertop, stainless steel appliances. The space could use some updating but it was large and he had a big pantry.
Sitting the glass down on the counter she watched him closely. His pants were still unbuttoned. She eyed the space at his crotch as he placed his own glass down next to hers.
"It's not gonna suck itself."
She laughed and looked up at him. He had a genuine smile on his face that time. The first real smile she'd seen from him all night. A healthy row of clean teeth, a dimpleâŚ
"Hmm⌠I think you're right. Let's see what we've gotâŚ"
She moved in front of him and placed her hands on his pants to push them away but before she could inch them down he wrapped his meaty hand around the back of her neck and drew her into his chest. His mouth was warm and soft. His tongue tasted like the whisky he'd been drinking.
Letting go of his pants she held onto his biceps as he used his free hand to push her hips against his. Still nice and hard. He ran his tongue over her lips and she moaned into his mouth. He worked his warm lips down to her jaw and then he licked upward on her neck, the wet patch was cool on her skin from the air in the kitchen. He did it again and her knees almost gave out. She hadn't been licked like that before.
He kissed over her clavicle and then drew his tongue over her flesh. Her heart was thrumming quickly and she squeezed his strong arms when he rutted against her.
"You good at sucking cock, Y/n?" He pushed his nose against her jawline and the hot breath from his words scattered over the skin on her neck.
"I want to be," she spoke breathlessly, eyes fluttering closed as he mawed at her throat.
He parted from her neck and looked down at her, half-lidded gaze and spit-slicked lips, "Go on."
Instantly she dropped to her knees as her fingers worked deftly at pulling his pants down and then his underwear. She'd sucked a handful of dicks so she knew a couple of moves.
Getting her hand around his thick shaft proved to be a small challenge. To say he was thick⌠understatement. Long too. His tip was smooth, mushroomed with ridges along the length that she hoped she'd get to feel later on. His was the kind of cock that women dreamed of.
Looking up at him she licked her palm and used her spit to pump him slowly. Another glob over his tip for good measure. Then she pressed a kiss to the base of him, just over his sac, and screwed her eyes upward to watch his expression as she licked his balls, one side at a time. She wound her tongue all around to wet him before sucking at one side, pulling it into her mouth and he let out a ragged breath, his dark pupils spreading inky until the soft green had almost vanished.
He liked it.
She worked around the other side, sucking him in again and swirling her tongue softly underneath the tender bits. He gripped the counter behind himself.
Pulling off she straightened her back and licked upward, feeling every delicious thick ridge along his shaft until her tongue met his smooth crown. Laving every crevice of his tip, she dipped her tongue into his slit and then ran it under the frenulum before she wetted every inch of his glans.
Her mouth was watering when she parted her lips around him and flitted her gaze upward. He was watching her with a slack jaw as she took him a little deeper. He cradled the back of her head and moaned.
"Just suck the tipâŚ."
She blinked up at him and pulled her lips just over the lip, swirling and suckling around him like he wanted.
"Fuck. Just like that." His hand at the back of her head was easy. He didn't push or pull. It was more like a pleased gesture as his fingertips flexed around her skull gently.
Y/n would have liked to have gone deeper. Wanted to show him her best work. But he seemed rather happy with what she was doing.
She bobbed a couple of times, only to slide her lips back to his tip. Her pace was slow when she began to stroke his length with a little twisting motion.
He was big. She knew she could take more but in a way, she was grateful that that was all he was asking for.
A groan fell from his chest and he bucked forward, his cock slipping down her tongue and she sucked, drawing more of him in as she moved her hands away.
"Goddamnit, you're good."
She took that as permission to go deeper. Relaxing her jaw she closed her eyes and held her breath, pushing down to her limit. She filled her throat with his cock the best she could and gurgled around his tip.
He coughed out a moan and then thumbed at her cheek, "Alright, that's good."
She pulled off of him. His heavy cock aimed right at her face when she sat back on her knees and looked up at him, "I can do better than that."
He laughed and put his hand out for her to take, helping her stand up, "I bet you can. Come on."
Harry kept her hand in his as he led her to his bedroom. It was just past the dark living space and he turned on a floor lamp on the opposite side of the room from the bed. When he turned back toward her he cupped her face and kissed her again.
She pressed her hand into his warm, hard chest and he reached around the back of her dress to pull the zipper downward, his fingers dragging down her skin as he went. His touch sent a tremor down her spine as continued kissing her wetly.
He stepped back, helping her out of her dress until it fell to the floor. His eyes raked over her body and he smoothed his hands over her hips and up to her bra-covered breasts. He stepped in closer, walking her backward toward his bed. He put his hands back on her hips and nudged her to sit before he reached down to lift her leg up by her calf, removing her heels, one at a time.
Y/n's thong was drenched. She stared at him while he placed her shoes side by side at the foot of the bed and then he placed his big palms on her thighs, pushing her legs open, "Lie back."
She let her back hit the mattress as Harry got to his knees on the floor. An arm reached under her thigh as he spread her apart and then she felt her panties being pulled at until her her wet pusslips were right in his face. He groaned and felt a hand slide up the inside of her thigh. He pressed his mouth over her mons and looked up at her before he opened his mouth wide and drew his tongue through her crease making her gasp.
"Get your bra off."
She pushed herself up slightly and worked at the clasp of her bra between moans as Harry continued licking at her pussy. When she pulled her arm through the flimsy material he lifted his head and reached around her back, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck!"
Y/n's finger and her long nails pushed into Harry's hair and scraped at his scalp as he licked and pulled at each nipple. He buried his face between her tits and let out a low sound, like he was murmuring something to her but only her breasts were allowed to hear it.
When he sunk back down he pushed at her so she'd lie back and he started in on her clit, one hand holding her panties to the side as he devoured her glistening cunt.
She kept feeling like she was going to slide off the edge of the bed but Harry's grip on her kept her still. His tongue and his lips were magic as he drew her to her end. She yanked at his hair and babbled his name on repeat as her spine bowed off the bed when she came.
Her chest was still rising and falling heavy when she felt her body being pushed upward. She popped her eyes open and watched him roll a condom over his shaft before he kneed back up onto the bed next to her. He was stark naked. His body was insane. Thick muscle and masculine everything. Tattoos scatter over his arms and chest.
Fuck, she muttered under her breath.
"Flip over, for me," his deep voice was husky as he motioned toward her to move.
She rolled to her stomach and she felt his fingers slide between the band of her panties and her hips as he pulled them down her legs.
"Ass up a little. I want to see all of you, Y/n."
She grinned and turned to look at him over her shoulder as she lifted her hips and spread her thighs. His lips were parted as he grabbed her ass and squeezed, making her cheeks spread apart. He inhaled sharply through his teeth and then dipped in, kissing her pussy from behind before licking upward over her ass.
She squealed quietly and bit her lip, still watching him behind her as he lifted, a lopsided grin on his face. He gazed at her as he fisted the base of his cock and slid the head up and down her soaked folds before he tipped his hips to push in just the tip.
"Gorgeous. Gonna look even better wrapped around cock. You like anal?"
"Never tried it."
He licked his lips and pressed his lips together as he looked at the spot where his dick was pressed against her cunt, "Figured. S'alright. Pussy's my favorite anyway."
"We could try⌠if you want."
He looked back into her eyes, a cocky smile on his face, "Your little hole would need to be trained. And that takes time. So, there will be no anal tonight. Not gonna try and hurt you. But that's a cute thought."
He canted his hips inward, eyes on hers and her mouth dropped open when she felt her entrance splitting open for him. She was tight, but so slick, it only took a few slow thrusts until he was buried in with a low grunt. He pulled back and then pushed his entire length into the hilt.
"Fuckâfuck!" She cried and stuffed her face into the blankets.
"Too much?"
"No! It's so good. You're just so bigâŚ" She began to send her hips back against him and Harry slowly fucked in to match her pace. His eyes were everywhere. On her puss getting split open on his cock, the curve of her lower back, the swell of her ass.
He just knew she'd look so sweet with her ass stuffed too, but good things like that couldn't be rushed which was a shame.
Every thrust was gushy wet. Y/n bubbled out small moans every time his dick brushed deep into her guts. It was better than she imagined. The way he filled her to the brim was going to turn into an addiction. She'd never slept with any man that had her wanting seconds before they'd even finished.
"Oh my godâŚ" she mewled into the comforter.
"Fuck, I know, babyâŚ"
She fit him like a glove, it was perfect. He went in a little faster, balls thudding against her skin rhythmically making her bounce forward as she spread around his girth. When he ground in she arched her back deeply and let out a soft groan, her hands fisted at the blanket and Harry reached around and smeared his fingertips over her clit.
It had her panting and pushing into him feverishly. She'd needed the friction on her throbbing button and he'd found it easily, thick, rough fingerprints slicking back and forth as he rutted in and in. It sent electrical sparks over her limbs.
"Like that? Needs her clit touched? Shit baby, act like you've never been touched by a man right here beforeâŚ" he plucked at her like he was playing the guitar and she began to fade, her moans getting caught in her chest.
He could feel her walls tightening around him as he drove in deep.
"Fuck, Harryâ fuck!"
He grinned as he watched her shudder, "Give it up, Y/n. There you goâŚ"
She began to pulse around him, a constant stream of nonsense falling from her lips as he stroked against her channel and pushed deep into her tummy, his fingers still working her clit with ease.
Just as her body had tipped and oxygen returned to her lungs he pulled out and she felt him taking her hips and turning her around to her back. Harry grabbed her ankles and lifted until each was settled over his shoulders and pushed back inside of her, cock drilling down to her core making her teeth chatter at the way he split her down the middle.
Harry leaned over her, cock buried deep as she watched her pretty face twist up with pleasure. Plapping into her, her tits wobbled as his balls tightened against his body. The harder he plunged in, the more her legs shook. Soon, her ankles had slipped down and her feet hit the mattress as he continued drilling into her. His face was flushed hot, lips parted, muscles tensed.
Reaching up to his neck she smoothed her fingers over his warm skin and he lowered his chest down to hers and kissed her. That filthy tongue ran over her lips and he sloppily sipped at her between sucking at her lips. Her brain had turned to jelly.
She felt his hand on her outer thigh squeezing and brushing as he fucked down into her. "Mmm⌠fuck, Y/n, m'gonna comeâŚ"
He trembled over her, thick thighs pressed down and flexed as he rutted in and in and in, and then⌠he stilled. A deep, guttural moan vibrated through his chest down into hers.
She sighed when she felt him throbbing, pumping into his condom. Her fingers caressed the muscles over his back and she gasped when he bucked in harshly, once more as he emptied the last of his come into the rubber wrapped around his cock.
He slowed his kisses until they were lazy little pecks and then he looked down at her, his chest heaving. She was already grinning up at him.
"What?"
She blinked her eyes, "That was fun."
He puffed out a breath, "I guess that's a good way to describe it."
Harry was a gentleman as he pulled out slowly and helped her off the bed and led her to his bathroom. He helped her clean up and listened to her tell him about her job âjust reminding him that she was an adult after he commented on her being so young again.
When she picked her dress up off the floor and started to step into it, Harry frowned, "What are you doing?"
She stopped and raised her brows. "Getting dressed. Was gonna call an Uber. I'm sure you don't want a stranger in your house all night," she laughed.
Harry pulled at her hand, making her drop her dress, "What kind of men have you been hanging out with that let you leave in an Uber at 2 am? You'll stay here."
She opened her mouth and then closed it in surprise before tilting her head in confusion, "Really? I just assumedâ"
"You'll stay the night here. There's no way in hell you're getting an Uber at this time of night. It's dangerous."
She grinned and shrugged, "Well then⌠can I have a shirt or something to sleep in?"
He placed his warm hands on her hips, "You can have a t-shirt if you like. I prefer to sleep naked myself."
"Oh yeah? I usually do too as a matter of fact."
He held her out in his arms and eyed her naked frame, "Looks like we're both good to go then. We'll get you sorted in the morning. I'll give you a ride home then."
"I think you just want to keep me here with you," she chuckled.
Harry shook his head and released her hips before he popped her on the bottom with his palm. She bleated out a laugh.
"Get your ass in bed before I change my mind."
"Yes, sir."
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CORRUPTIONđŻđ r ָ֢֜cameron 003.
rafe cameron x shy!reader
 đđ summary : rafe has been trying to get you alone for far too long and now that he finally has, he won't give the moment up for anything.
đđ words : 2.3k
đđ c!w : smut, humping, thigh riding, public!sex, finger sucking, risk of being caught, praise kink, kinda degradation kink.
part 1, part 2.
days had passed since the incident with rafe cameron and the boy who's name you didn't wish to remember.
this time, you hadn't gone out of your way to avoid the boy but instead went back to normal, almost as if nothing had happened between you two at all. you sat on the couch of tannyhill, giggling at something on sarah's phone with your legs crossed.
now, that simply wouldn't do.
rafe had been eager for a minute alone with you which seemed almost impossible when his sister was hanging off your side every minute you spent at tannyhill.
he was sitting on the living room couch, the one across from you both, scrolling on his own phone, a finger to his mouth as he gnawed at the completely bitten down nail.
his eyes kept travelling over to you, skimpy little summers dress clinging to your form while the skirt part began to ride up your thighs as you moved against the couch.
dirty thoughts swarmed his head, thoughts that shouldn't be repeated out loud. thoughts that shouldn't have been in his head to begin with.
he thought he was sure to be damned to hell for the things he was thinking.
and then, ironically enough, the gods seemed to smile down on him. it was as if all of his prayers had been answered and every beg and grovel had finally been listened to by an angel.
the angel who's name was wheezie, standing in the living room door frame. "sarah." wheezies hair was a mess, thrown into a bun with loose strands of hair sticking out every which way, she looked tired, so awfully tired and dreadful as she stared forward at her sister who's head instantly snapped up. "please help me. i'm trying clean out my wardrobe but it's too much."
a laugh fell from sarah's mouth. "no way. it's your mess, clean it yourself."
but that was when wheezie's arms crossed over her chest, cocking a brow. "I'm sorry, who covered for you and topper last night?"
"wheezie!" sarah exasperated, glancing out into the hallway. ward and rose were upstairs but sarah still didn't wish for them to hear about the late night activities she'd been getting up to with her boyfriend.
defeated, she turned her head back to you, who was sitting so sweetly on the couch, that same sickly sweet smile crawling up on your features. you liked watching the cameron siblings interact, even if it wasn't always so pleasant, there was something oddly homely about it. "'s okay, sarah, 'm fine down here."
"okay." she sighed, getting up from the couch. "okay, you justâjust hang out for a while and i'll be down soon, okay?" she watched you nod. "okay, come on, let's get this over with."
and suddenly, tension ran thick through the air.
it was you and rafe, alone.
his legs were spread apart on the armchair he was seated on, eyes running up and down your body. you seemed to notice your dress riding up and instantly tugged it down with pink cheeks. you swallowed thickly. "I, uhmâi wanted to say thank you." your eyes finally looked up to reach his.
the minute he heard your voice, his phone was turned off and tossed away. his head cocked to the side. "what for?" teasing. for he knew exactly what for.
you squirmed in your place. "for everything you did with max."
"didn't seem too grateful when you ran away, hm?" he didn't mean the bitter words that slipped from his lips. he watched the way you hung your head low, eyes glassing over. instantly, a kind of guilt washed over him and he leaned back further into the chair. "c'mere." and he patted his thigh, watching your eyes flicker down. you glanced out to the hallway and he had to roll his eyes. "'s okay, nobody'll see you. they're all too busy."
you did as you were told, crossing the room and landing in his lap.
there was something so sensational about being in his lap again.
memories flooded your head, pictures and images of you and he, in this same predicament inside his bedroom, his lips tainting yours. you couldn't help but latch your eyes onto his lips.
"you wanna tell me why you keep runnin' away, hm?" you don't answer, eyes searching anywhere but his face. he doesn't allow it, turning you slowly towards him once again. "asked you a question, sweetheart."
you fought words inside your mouth, all threatening to come tumbling out. "was scared." is all he's met with.
"scared of what?" his head dips, his eyes trying to reach yours, trying to look in and gauge your emotions. "scared of me?"
you shook your head, fingers reaching out to trail across the fabric of his sweater. "i... liked it when you kissed me." you admitted and he watched as a blush fell across your face, red reaching the tips of your ears. "i liked it a lot but 'was scared that sarah would find out 'n i don'tâ"
"sarah doesn't need to know anything." he answers quickly. "besides, who you kiss..." his fingers trailed across your bottom lip, sucking in his own bottom one between his teeth as he gazed down at them, sweet like honey. "is none of her business, yeah?"
you nodded too quickly, too eagerly, too convinced by his words too quickly. "'m sorry, rafe, 'm really sorry."
"think i know how you can make it up t'me." his fingers left your lips and placed themselves against your hips. "you wanna make it up to me?"
"yes, please." came out too swiftly.
he couldn't help but smirk at your eagerness. "'m gonna kiss you again, okay?" and suddenly, you could feel heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach. he leaned in, his breaths falling hot against your face, his scent filling your senses. and just as his lips brushed against your own, he whispered. "you gotta promise me something first, 'kay?"
you licked your wet lips. "anything." wanting nothing more than for rafe to lean in and seal the kiss. you'd do anything he ever asked.
"no runnin' away this time." his fingers pinched at your jaw, holding it so your eyes could reach his. "you want this? you take it 'n you don't go pushin' me away again, alright?" a curt nod. "words, princess."
"promise." you spoke quickly. "promise, rafe, please."
his lips quirked.
but he didn't keep you waiting.
when his lips crashed into yours, you were very aware of the fact that you were sitting on the couch of tannyhill, the living room door wide open. all it took was for ward or sarah to come down the stairs and they'd see what you'd been up to.
they'd see that you weren't such a good girl after all.
but you couldn't seem to care.
you were too focused on his hot hot lips, tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss, hands pinching at your waist, holding you in place.
your mind began to unravel, all you could think about was him. rafe cameron. you were sitting on his lap, kissing him, again. and you swore it was a feeling unlike any feeling you'd ever felt in your entire life. it was making you so desperate, so messy, so wet.
and you were sure he could feel it too. he tugged on your waist, rolling your hips against him.
you let a whimper be swallowed by his mouth.
his lips finally broke from yours for air but he didn't allow himself enough to fully regain his breath before they were latched beneath your jaw, sucking and kissing harshly.
again, he rolled your hips. you weren't sure if it was him moving you or you doing it by yourself now. you could feel him growing hard beneath you, you could feel him pressing himself up against your clothed pussy and all you could think about was how much you needed everything off.
you needed to feel him, skin to skin.
it seemed so close yet stretched so far away.
his hands ran up the skin of your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up as he went. "r-rafe." you whimpered out, head turning to the door. "someone could seeâ"
"'s what you asked for, isn't it?" his hands were rough against you, tugging the dress upwards, not caring for the family who remained upstairs. "isn't it?"
you swallowed thickly. "yes." you stammered out. "b-butâ"
"you still wanna make it up to me, don't you?" his brows knitted together in this false sense of sadness, as if you'd done something awful to the poor man. you'd felt suddenly guilty for even suggesting that you stop.
you felt yourself ease against him, your own brows pinching together. "'m sorry, rafe, swear 'm sorry. i'll do anything, jus' please don't be angryâ"
"'m not angry." he assures you, fingers brushing up and down your thighs, inching too high. "jus' need you to do something f'me, can you do that, sweetheart?" you were nodding like a puppy, eager to do anything he would ask of you. he maneuvered you so you were situated on one of his spread thighs and not his lap anymore. "y'gonna rub yourself on my thigh like the pathetic good girl you are, okay?"
you'd never done anything like this before.
suddenly you began to panic. "rafe, someone'll hear 'nâ"
"nobody'll hear you, baby, jus' gotta be nice 'n quiet, yeah?" you still looked hesitant, top teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. "would make me feel so good, princess 'n you jus' wanna make me feel good, isn't that right? yeah, baby, jus' wanna make rafe feel good, you're such a good girl, aren't you?"
and you don't know how, why, or when but suddenly, you're doing just what he told you.
your hips are stuttering as they move against his jeans, you can feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every jolt of movement.
rafe doesn't appear to be doing much, hands skillfully moving your hips while he leans back against the armchair.
"there you go, good girl." his cock twitched in his jeans, watching your hesitant, shy face as you moved oh so slowly on his jeans. "lift your hips f'me, sweetheart." you did as you were told, pausing to lift yourself up from his thigh. his hand moved beneath you, tugging your panties to the side and rubbing gentle circles against your clit.
"oh." fell so sweetly from your lips that to anybody else, it would have appeared almost innocent. but rafe was well aware of how dirty you really were.
he landed you back on his thigh, letting you rub yourself against him, this time, it was your bare pussy that ran up and down his jean-clad thigh.
he groaned at the sight of you, free hand coming down to fix his situation that was suddenly growing in his pants. he pulled at the jeans slightly, trying to make his growing bulge less noticeable but there was simply too much to hide.
your eyes cast down to his hand, then to the bulge and you found a little whimper leaving your mouth.
his eyes studied your face, watching you lick your already wet lips and rubbing yourself against him a little quicker. sweet, poor, innocent, you was so turned on by his growing dick. and he could feel it by the dampness of his jeans turning wet hot
you really were filthy.
a particularly loud whine left your lips and rafe realised that perhaps it wasn't a smart idea to start this whole thing off while his whole family was home.
but he couldn't stop now. that'd be cruel. especially seeing how worked up he'd gotten you.
he trailed his fingers up to your lips and tapped on your chin.
you didn't even need to be told, you simply opened up. he stuck his digits right in, feeling your flat tongue against them and spit coating them.
"so filthy, baby." he uttered so softly, as if he were complimenting you. "what'll we do with you, huh?" you only whimpered around his fingers. "'s okay, sweetheart, gonna get that pussy stuffed jus' like you want. just gotta be patient, yeah? can you do that f'me?"
and you're sloppy against his thigh, sloppy against his fingers. you can feel juices rubbing against his jeans and dribble forming at the gaps between your lips and all you can do is not so dumbly.
a stutter of your hips.
a grin on his lips.
"you gonna cum, already, huh?" it didn't take long, but you were already approaching your orgasm. he wished now more than ever that he could take pictures with his mind. that he could frame this moment and pull it out every time his dick got hard. he slipped his fingers out from your mouth. "gotta ask like a good girl before you cum."
your hands pawed at his shoulders. "please, rafe." your mind was turned to mush. "please, please, please."
he shrugged so cruelly. "'m hearin' a lot of beggin' but i don't hear you asking me yet."
"p-please, can i cum?" your face was red hot, embarrassment flooding your features quickly. "please?"
he smirked, leaning back against the armchair and removing his hands from your waist. you were a big girl, you could finish yourself off. "go on, princess."
he watched as your hands pawed at him, hips stuttering and eyes rolling backwards, mouth falling open. it was such a pronographic, filthy scene. and yet, he knew by tomorrow, you'd be prancing around in the same little dress and everyone would see you as the same lovely good little girl that you pretended to be.
and rafe thought that was enough to make him cum in his own pants.
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they beg to be taken back, SKZ.
featuring â stray kids members x gn!reader ( masterlist )
summary â a reaction of how the stray kids boys realize they canât live without you, and come to beg you for a second chance!
contents â angst, mentions of fights, possible reconciliation.
bang ⢠chan
bang chan had always been composed, the leader who held everyone together. but when you broke up with him, the cracks in his armor showed. he respected your decision and convinced himself that it was for the best, despite the emptiness growing unbearable.
he wasnât himself since and the people around him began to notice. the usual spark in his eyes dimmed, and the weight of your absence felt suffocating. he replayed the last argument over and over in his head, agonizing over what he couldâve done differently. but as much as he respected your decision, he couldnât shake the feeling that he needed to try, just one more time, to fight for what you both had.
it was late when he showed up at your doorstep, his hand hovering over the doorbell. when you answered, you were more than surprised to see him standing there, his shoulders slightly hunched as if he was carrying the weight of the world. his hair was disheveled, eyes rimmed red. he looked like he hadnât slept in days.
âchan? what are you doing here?â the nickname slipped from your lips almost too easily and you suppressed the urge to recoil. being around him â being his, was too easy. even with the two months apart, one look into his eyes was all it took for everything to come rushing back.
âi⌠i needed to see you,â he said, his voice trembling slightly and his australian accent slightly thicker, which was a sign of his nervousness. âi know you said that itâs over, but i canât accept it â not without trying to make things right.â
you felt something in your chest lurch, and for a few moments you were rendered speechless. a large part of you wanted to forget the fight and what lead up to it, but the smaller part of you kept reminding you of how alone he made you feel despite being together. âweâve already talked about this. you need to let me go. i... i donât want to go back to feeling the way i did.â
he shook his head, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. âi canât just let you go,â he admitted, his voice cracking. âi know i messed up. i wasnât there for you when you needed me most, i treated you like another responsibility, and i hate myself for it. but please, give me a chance to prove that i can do better. i canât lose you like this.â
âchanâŚâ you looked away, your heart breaking at the vulnerability in his voice. your own eyes blurred with tears and you tried to blink them away.
âi know iâm asking a lot,â he continued, taking a tentative step closer. his hands itched with the need to reach out for your waist; the feeling of your skin under his palms a muscle memory. âbut i love you. i love you more than anything, and i canât imagine my life without you in it. tell me what i need to do, and iâll do it. just⌠donât give up on us.â
his desperation was raw and unfiltered, and it was clear that heâd spent every waking moment thinking about this moment. whether you took him back or not, he was determined to fight for you until the very end.
felix â˘
felix was a wreck after the breakup. the ever-present sunshine in his personality dimmed, replaced by a quiet sadness that the others noticed but didnât know how to fix. he replayed the moments leading up to your decision endlessly, wondering where he went wrong. no matter how hard he tried to respect your choice and acknowledge his mistakes, his heart refused to let it go.
one rainy evening, he found himself standing in the reception office of your workplace while soaked to the bone. he didnât care that the receptionist was eyeing him in annoyance for dripping on the floors, or that he looked homeless from his red-rimmed eyes and masked face. when you finally made your way down after a call from your superiors, you were shocked.
âfelix? what the hell?â you whisper-yelled, your voice laced with concern despite the shock as you grasped his arms to lead him to the bathrooms instead of the ac-blasting reception so he wouldnât get sick.
âi had to see you,â he said, his voice trembling. both from the cold and his overwhelming feelings. âi couldnât just⌠let it end like that.â
you sighed, grasping his freezing hands in yours and holding it under the hot air of the hand drier, not caring that you were in the menâs room. felix couldnât care less either as he momentarily basked in the feeling of your soft hands in his after so long. âi know i hurt you, and i hate myself for it. but i canât let you go without telling you how much you mean to me.â
âand you thought this was the smartest way to do it? by getting yourself sick?â you shook your head, trying to keep your emotions in check. he broke your heart, you tried to remind yourself to keep yourself steely. it didnât work.
âi know i made mistakes,â he continued, his voice breaking as he sniffled and you avoided his gaze and chalked it up to the cold. âi wasnât there for you the way i should have been. but you⌠youâre everything to me. youâre the reason i smile, the reason i wake up in the morning. please, tell me how to fix this.â
his vulnerability was heart-wrenching and you felt your own eyes blur through your silence. felix didnât look away from you the entire time, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. âiâll do anything, anything to make things right. just⌠donât walk away from me. from us.â
as the rain continued to pour outside, felix stood there, baring his soul to you. he wasnât just asking for forgiveness â he was offering every piece of himself, hoping it would be enough to convince you to take him back.
lee ⢠know
lee know was stubborn by nature, and after the breakup, he tried to convince himself he didnât need anyone. he put on a brave face around the others, burying himself in practice and work. taking on excess time to keep his mind off you worked for a while, but even then every time he went home to the empty silence of his apartment, your absence hit him like a freight train.
his members began to notice his stubbornness and attempt to dismiss your relationship, giving him the space he needed as they hoped heâd work through it. but it began to become clear he was taking the ostrichâs way out â burying his head in the sand and pretending everything was fine.
it took weeks for him to swallow his pride and realize he didnât want to deal with the emptiness anymore. the fight was so stupid and you were the love of his life, so why werenât you together right now?
he wasnât one to beg, but losing you was something he slowly realized he couldnât bear. and so one evening after heavy contemplation, he found himself standing outside your apartment door, clutching his phone in one hand and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other.
when you opened the door, you paused and your eyes widened in surprise. your treacherous heart missed a beat and you attempted to school your expression to normal. âminho? what are you doing here?â
âi, uh, i needed to see you,â he said, his usual cool demeanor replaced with a hesitance you rarely saw.
your mind flashed with the hurtful words he threw at you during the argument and you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. âi thought we agreed that separating was for the best.â
âmaybe i thought so at first,â he admitted, his voice soft but firm. âbut i donât think i can do this anymore. i canât pretend that iâm okay being without you because iâm not.â
âminhoâŚâ you started, looking away as you didnât know what to say.
âi know i donât say it enough,â he interrupted, his gaze dropping to the ground. âbut i love you. i loved you then, and i love you now. and i hate that i let you go without fighting for you. i hate that i was so stupid.â
âyou hurt me,â you said, a slight wobble in your voice that you attempted to mask with by clearing your throat softly. but the hurt in your eyes was hard to miss. âi canât just forget that.â
âi know,â he said, stepping closer. he put the flowers down on the floor by your feet as he took your hands in his, his palms warm. âand i donât expect you to. but i want to make it up to you. iâll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again. because i mean it when i say i wonât make the same mistakes again.â
he squeezed your palms softly, bringing your fingers up to his lips. âi know iâm not the best at showing how much you mean to me. but you do â more than anything. and if thereâs even the smallest part of you that still feels the same way, please⌠give me another chance.â
it wasnât easy for lee know to open up like this, but the thought of losing you for good outweighed his fear of vulnerability and hesitance. whether or not you decided to take him back, he was determined to show you just how much you meant to him.
hyun ⢠jin
hyunjin wasnât one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but the breakup managed to shatter the carefully built walls around his emotions. he threw himself into his art and practice, hoping it would drown out the ache in his chest. but no matter how many brushstrokes he painted or routines he perfected, nothing could fill the void youâd left behind.
while hoping to take a walk on evening , hyunjin mindlessly ended up walking into your favorite park, the place where youâd spent countless nights talking about dreams and fears. as usual, you were there sitting on the same bench youâd share, a book on your lap but your mind and gaze were elsewhere.
hyunjin stood there for a few moments, unable to look away until your wandering gaze settled on him. you paused, startled to see him there, his usually confident posture replaced by a tentative nervousness as he slowly walked to you.
âhyunjin?â you looked up at him, unsure if you should address him in public since your relationship was over. he was dressed in black, a mask covering the bottom half of his face, but you recognized him immediately.
he hesitated for aa moment before he sat down beside you, a small bittersweet smile tugging at his lips even though you couldnât see it. âi wasnât sure youâd be here,â he admitted.
âi didnât know youâd be here either,â you replied cautiously, fidgeting with your book in your lap. would you have come if you knew? maybe, maybe not.
he took a deep breath, his gaze locking onto you even though you wouldnât look back at him. âi just... i needed to see you. i canât keep pretending iâm okay with this when iâm not.â
âhyunjin, weâve already talked about thisâŚâ
âi know,â he interrupted, his voice heavy with emotion. âbut i canât let it end like this. i know i hurt you really bad, and i hate myself for it every day. i thought i was protecting you from this life and me, but all i did was push you away.â
your fingers softly tightened around the book, trying to calm yourself against the raw emotion in his voice. âitâs not that simple.â
âi know itâs not,â he said, scooting slightly closer. he couldnât take his eyes off you. you were so pretty. âbut i love you. iâve always loved you, even when i was too scared to show it. and if thereâs even a small part of you that still cares about me and what we had, then please⌠let me try to fix this.â
his voice broke as he added, âiâll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if i have to. just⌠donât give up on us. not yet.â
you finally looked up at him and your breath hitched at the proximity. the vulnerability in hyunjinâs eyes was almost too much for you to bear. he wasnât just asking for forgiveness â he was offering every piece of himself, hoping it would be enough to convince you to give him one last chance. he wouldnât lose you again.
i.n â˘
jeongin had never experienced heartbreak like this before. the breakup ended up hitting him harder than he ever thought possible. he spent days replaying the fight you both had in his head, wondering how he couldâve done things differently. his hyungs tried their best to cheer him up, but their efforts only seemed to highlight the emptiness he felt without you.
you were his first relationship, his first kiss, his first love and the woman he thought heâd marry some day. heâd questioned his success as an idol, heâd question his talents â but the lifetime of your relationship was one thing he never had to question. so to have that one dream shattered was more than the average heartbreak. jeongin would probably never date again.
only nine days had passed since you left, and after those 200 hours, jeongin couldnât take it anymore. he knew your schedule in and out, and he knew exactly where youâd be on a weekend evening at 5.
he showed up at your favorite cafĂŠ, the place where youâd spent countless afternoons together and took a seat at the very booth youâd always sit at, counting down the minutes to when youâll show up.
so when you walked in and spotted him sitting at your usual table, his nervous smile and the familiar warmth in his eyes caught you off guard.
âjeongin?â you asked cautiously as you approached, looking around the almost empty area. âwhat are you doing here?â
he stood up quickly, his hands fidgeting as he spoke, wanting to reach out to you. âhi. i⌠i wasnât sure if youâd come here today, but i had to take the chance.â
you hesitated, unsure of what to say. it had barely been over a week since your breakup. âwhat do you want?â
âi want to apologize,â he said earnestly, his voice quiet but steady. he had already made up his mind. âand to ask for another chance.â
âjeongin, we already talked about this,â you replied, shaking your head softly. the argument was still fresh in your mind and you didnât plan to give in anytime soon. yet one look into his puppy-like eyes was all it took. damn.
âi know that,â he said quickly, his words tumbling out in a rush. âbut i canât just let it end the way it did. i know i hurt you, and i know i wasnât the boyfriend you deserved, but i want to make it right. i need to make it right.â
you sighed, hesitantly sitting down across from him. âitâs not that easy.â
âi know itâs not,â jeongin said, his gaze earnest. he was not going to leave without you. âbut i love you. and iâll do whatever it takes to prove that to you. iâve been thinking about everything i did wrong, and i promise, iâll be better. just⌠donât shut me out completely. you donât have to take me back now, but know iâm not going to let this be the end of us.â
his voice softened as he added, âi know iâm asking for a lot, but please⌠let me show you how much you mean to me. even if it seems a little too late.â
you found yourself softening against your will. jeonginâs sincerity was palpable, and the quiet determination in his eyes made it clear that he wasnât giving up on you. whether or not you decided to take him back, he was willing to do whatever it took to make amends.
han â˘
han had always been known for his bright energy, and the way he could light up a room with his laughter. but ever since the breakup, his spark was gone and it became glaringly obvious. the jokes came less frequently, and the music he created sounded hollow, even to him. he missed you, missed the comfort of your presence and the way you always seemed to understand him when no one else could.
his group members had tried to give him the time and space he needed, since your relationship was long-term and impactful. you had been by hanâs side since before stray kids, and the loss of your presence in his life was something all 7 of them combined couldnât match up to.
the moment han decided he couldnât stay away any longer, he abandoned the practice session and rushed straight to your place without even thinking it through. the journey was a blur and his body ran on instinct until he was standing outside your door.
his hands fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie as he rehearsed what he wanted to say for a few minutes before knocking once he was semi-confident of what to say and had plastered a small nervous smile on his lips.
when you opened the door, his smile faltered at the sight of you. âhey,â he said softly, his voice tinged with hesitance, looking over the sight of you in your pajamas.
âhan? what are you doing here?â you paused in shock, not expecting his presence out of all things.
âi⌠i couldnât stay away,â he admitted, his gaze dropping to the ground. he forgot what he planned to say. âi know i donât have any right to be here after what happened and what i said, but i needed to talk to you.â
you looked over his sweaty and disheveled appearance as if he ran here, and crossed your arms, looking away. âwe already talked, han. whatâs left to say?â
âa lot,â he said quickly, his voice trembling slightly â from being out of breath, or from the prospect of losing you, he wasnât sure. âi know i messed up real bad. i know i didnât always handle things the way i shouldâve, but i canât ââ he paused, swallowing hard. âi canât lose you.â
you sighed, trying to keep your composure. you knew his words were true. âyou realize that now? after all that was said and done?â
âi know what i said,â he said, stepping closer. âbut i need you to know how sorry i am. i didnât realize how much i was taking you for granted until you were gone. and now⌠now i feel like iâm missing a part of myself. you, and what we had, none of that can ever be replaced. you were the one, and i was so stupid for letting you go like that.â
âhanâŚâ
âiâm not asking you to forgive me right now,â he continued, his voice cracking. âbut i just want one chance to show you that i can be better. please, just give me that chance. i wonât screw up again.â
his vulnerability was raw and unguarded, and the tears welling up in his eyes mirrored the ache in your chest. his presence only made you realize what you were missing. han wasnât one to beg, but for you, heâd put his pride aside if it meant that he could win you back.
seung ⢠min
seungmin prided himself on his ability to stay composed, but the breakup had shaken him to his core. he replayed your last conversation over and over, analyzing every word, every tone, trying to figure out where heâd gone wrong. the silence in his life without you was deafening, and no amount of logic could convince his heart to move on.
he knew he had no right to approach you or ask for forgiveness after his neglect, but damn was it hard to get past your absence in his daily life. meals, practice and sleeping alone felt void â like a puzzle piece was missing, leaving the actions feeling inadequate.
it took him a month to realize he couldnât go on without you, weeks to decide how he was going to approach you, and another handful of days to work up the courage and find himself standing outside your door. his heart was pounding in his chest and his hands felt sweaty.
when you opened your front door, you were startled to see seungmin there, his usual calm demeanor replaced with an uncharacteristic hesitance and unease. âseungmin? what are you doing here?â
âiâŚâ he hesitated, his eyes dropping to the floor as he suddenly felt a wave of unpreparedness. âi needed to talk to you.â
you were surprised but crossed your arms and kept your expression guarded, equally as hesitant. âweâve already said everything that needed to be said. why now?â
âno,â he said firmly, meeting your gaze. a troubled look in his eyes. seungmin wasnât sure if he felt like crying, or throwing up. âi didnât say enough. i didnât fight for you the way i should have, and i canât let it end like this.â
âseungminâŚâ you frowned softly
âi know i made mistakes,â he interrupted, his voice steady but filled with emotion. âi know i wasnât always there for you the way i shouldâve been. but i love you. and i canât just let you walk away without trying to make things right.â
you sighed, looking away. âitâs not that simple. you hurt me.â
âi know,â he said, his voice softening. âand i hate myself for it. but i want to make it up to you. iâll do whatever it takes, no matter how long it takes. i just need you to give me a chance.â
when you didnât respond immediately, he took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. âiâm not asking you to forget everything. iâm just asking for the chance to prove that i can be betterâthat i can be the person you deserve.â
the quiet determination in his voice was unlike anything youâd heard from him before. it was clear that seungmin wasnât just asking for forgivenessâhe was willing to fight for you, no matter how long it took.
chang ⢠bin
changbin wasnât used to feeling helpless, but after the breakup, he felt like his world had been turned upside down. he threw himself into his music, trying to channel his emotions into lyrics, but even that didnât offer the relief he was hoping for. the studio felt empty without you. his group mates tried to cheer him up, but nothing could replace your touch, the sound of your laugh or the way youâd encourage him after a long day.
it didnât take long before he realized he couldnât let you go. your presence couldnât be replaced by practice or writing, and every heart wrenching feeling being poured into his file of unreleased songs. it had reached a point where he had gotten tired of the separation and ended up impulsively making his way to your apartment one evening.
changbinâs heart was pounding as he worked up the courage to knock, freezing in surprise when you suddenly opened the door in that purple shirt of yours that you always wore to grocery shop. he stared at you quietly for a few moments, watching how your expression shifted from surprise to guardedness.
âchangbin? what are you doing here?â you spoke softly, your gaze flickering around the hall to make sure no neighbor was out.
he hesitated, feeling extremely unprepared despite replaying the conversation in his mind the whole ride here, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. âi just needed to see you,â he said, his voice softer than youâd ever heard it.
âbin, weâve already talked about this,â you began the nickname slipping too easily, but he shook his head.
âno, i need you to listen,â he said, his voice firm but he had to clear his throat to stay composed. âi know i messed up. really bad. i know i didnât always handle things the way i shouldâve, but i canât lose you. i donât know how to be without you.â
you sighed, fidgeting slightly as you looked over his disheveled hair and troubled expression. he wouldnât meet your eyes either. âitâs not that simple, changbin. you canât just show up after what happened and expect everything to be okay.â
âi know that,â he said, his dark eyes pleading as he ran his palm over his face. he wasnât one to beg but if he left this without knowing you were his again, he didnât know what heâd do. âbut iâm willing to do whatever it takes to fix this. iâll change. iâll be better. just tell me what you need, and iâll make it happen.â
you looked away, trying to maintain your resolve, but his words slowly chipped away at your defenses. he was the best youâd ever had, until he wasnât. âwhy now, changbin? why couldnât you do this before and how am i supposed to believe youâve changed?â
âbecause i was scared,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, looking up at you as he reached out to grasp your hands in his. âi was scared of failing you, or of not being enough. but i realized iâm more scared of losing you forever. i wouldnât be able to bear that.â
his voice trembled and he nearly found himself in tears, leaning his forehead against yours. âplease, give me another chance. let me prove that i can be the person you deserve.â
notes: something about writing sad shit and horny shit really makes me tingle. anybody interested in an individual smut fic?
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NIGHTS LIKE THIS
CONTENTS:ăťteeth rotting fluff-heavy plot (imo) ăťstar!reader ăťmild language ăťsleeping in the same bedăťartist!chris ăťsubstance use + more (part two here) WC: 2.3k
i highly highly recommend listening to this on repeat, as thatâs what i did :,) promise it sets the mood. + heavily dedicated to my literal star @55sturn
The roof of Chrisâs trailer creaked as Star stretched out on the patchy blanket, her black hoodie blending into the night sky above. The air was cool, almost cold, but not quite enough to send her shivering. Pine View was never silent, even at nightâthe hum of cicadas buzzed low in the background, broken occasionally by a bark or the far-off growl of an engine.
Chris sat beside her, leaning back on one elbow, a joint hanging loosely from his fingers. His face was calm, unreadable as always, except for the faint furrow in his brow. Smoke curled lazily in the air between them, dissipating into the starry sky.
âIâm telling you,â Star said, voice animated as her finger traced a constellation, âif aliens exist, thereâs no way theyâre not watching us right now. Weâre like, prime reality TV for them. Chaos, drama, stupidityâitâs got everything.â
Chris exhaled a slow stream of smoke, not bothering to look up. âPretty sure aliens have better taste than watching us fail at life.â His tone was dry, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to smile but wouldnât let himself.
Star glanced over at him, her lips twitching into a smirk. âYouâre such an optimist, Chris.â
âRealist,â he corrected, passing the joint to her without looking. His eyes were fixed somewhere on the horizon, but she could feel him listening in that quiet way he always did.
She took a drag, coughing slightly before handing it back. âStill. If theyâre watching us, I bet theyâre rooting for us, yâknow? Like⌠even when lifeâs a mess, people find these little moments of peace. Kinda like this.â
Chris finally glanced at her, the faintest flicker of something soft in his sharp features. The way her nose crinkled when she tried to suppress her laugh; the way her eyes lit up, reflecting the stars she couldnât stop rambling aboutâit was⌠annoying, maybe, how effortlessly she made the night feel less heavy. But not in a bad way.
âMaybe,â he muttered, almost to himself, before looking away again.
They lapsed into silence for a while, the kind that felt comfortable after months of stolen nights like this. Star broke it first, as she always did.
âYouâre extra quiet tonight,â she said, nudging his shoulder. âWhatâs on your mind? Or are you just too high to function?â
Chris rolled his eyes, taking another drag. âMaybe I like the quiet, Kid. You ever think about that?â
âNope,â she replied easily, grinning. âYouâd be miserable without me, admit it.â
âSure,â he said, deadpan, though the corners of his mouth twitched again.
Eventually, Star sat up, wobbling slightly as she eyed the trellis below. âAlright, we should head down before I fall asleep up here. Youâre terrible at carrying people, and I refuse to be a headline in the Pine View Gazette: Local Emo Girl Plummets to Death Off Trailer Roof.â
Chris snorted. âTheyâd probably get your name wrong, too.â
Star nudged him with her elbow. âGo first. Youâre the guy. Donât guys like⌠live for this macho stuff? Protecting damsels in distress nâall that?â
Chris rolled his eyes. âYouâre about as distressed as a cat on catnip.â
He swung his legs over the edge of the roof, gripping the trellis. It creaked under his weight, but he made it down smoothly, dusting his hands on his jeans when he reached the ground.
âSee?â he called up. âsâfine. Just donât be an idiot about it.â
Star pulled a face. âThanks for the vote of confidence, Captain Supportive.â
As she carefully climbed down, the trellis groaned ominously. Her foot slipped on a loose slat, and the sound of wood snapping was followed by a startled yelp.
âChris!â
She fell backward, and he scrambled to catch her. The impact sent them both crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
Star landed on top of him, groaning as she tried to sit up. âOh my god, I told you this thing was a death trap! Are you okay? Did Iââ
âShut up,â Chris said, breathless, but there was no heat in his words.
He stared up at her, his eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, the world seemed to still. The joint haze lingered in the air, making every detail sharperâthe warmth of her body against his, the way her breath hitched slightly, the glint of stars in her wide eyes.
Her voice softened. âChrisâŚâ
He didnât move, didnât speak, his gaze flicking briefly to her lips. It was as if gravity itself was pulling them closer, and she swayed slightly, her hands braced against his chest.
And thenâ
âChris?â
Lilaâs small, groggy voice shattered the moment. They froze, heads snapping toward the trailerâs back door, where Lila stood in her pajamas, rubbing her eyes.
Star scrambled to her feet, her cheeks burning. Chris sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair as he muttered, âWhat are you doing up, Lila?â
âI had a bad dream,â she mumbled, sniffling.
Chris sighed, climbing to his feet and brushing off the dirt. âAlright, câmon,â he said, jerking his head toward the trailer. âLetâs get you back to bed.â
Star stood awkwardly to the side, still flustered, as Chris led Lila inside. When he came back out a few minutes later, his face was unreadable again, the moment between them seemingly forgotten.
âYou coming?��� he asked, nodding toward the trailer.
âYeah,â she said quickly, following him in.
They collapsed onto the couch with a spread of leftover snacks, bingeing Rick and Morty in comfortable silence. But every so often, Star caught Chris sneaking glances at her, his expression softening just slightly before he turned back to the screen.
Star popped a fry into her mouth, her legs curled beneath her on the couch. The glow from the TV flickered across her face as the absurd antics of Rick and Morty filled the small living room. She stole a glance at Chris, who sat slouched next to her, picking at the crust of a slice of leftover pizza.
She couldnât stop thinking about the moment on the groundâthe way his eyes had locked with hers, the way her heart had flipped in her chest. It was ridiculous, really. Chris wasâŚÂ Chris. Gruff, blunt, emotionally unavailable Chris. And yet, her cheeks still felt warm when she thought about how close theyâd been.
âYouâre staring,â Chris said without looking up. His tone was as dry as ever, but the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
Star jerked her gaze back to the TV, stuffing another fry into her mouth. âIâm not staring. Donât flatter yourself.â
âRight,â he drawled, finally glancing over at her. âBecause youâre the picture of subtlety.â
âLike youâre one to talk,â she shot back, turning to face him fully now. âYouâve been sneaking looks at me all night. What, do I have something on my face?â
Chris raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he leaned back against the couch. âMaybe. Or maybe youâre just paranoid.â
She narrowed her eyes, trying to gauge if he was messing with her. âYouâre so annoying, you know that?â
âAnd yet, here you are,â he replied smoothly, grabbing the remote and flipping to the next episode.
Star crossed her arms, leaning back with a huff. âI couldâve stayed home.â
Chris turned to her, the ghost of a smirk still lingering. âYou wouldnât have. You like it here too much.â
Her mouth opened to argue, but no words came out. Because he wasnât wrong. For all his snark and the peeling wallpaper of his trailer, Chrisâs place felt⌠safe.
âWhatever,â she muttered, grabbing a handful of fries.
They watched the episode in silence for a while, the tension between them softening into something almost comfortable again. But as the credits rolled, Chris spoke, his voice quieter than usual.
âWhatâŚwhat was that earlier,â he said, not looking at her.
Star stiffened, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. âWhat was what earlier?â
His jaw shifted, like he was debating whether to say it. Finally, he turned his head to meet her gaze, his expression unreadable. âYou almost kissed me.â
Her face burned. âIâwhat? No, I didnât!â
Chris arched an eyebrow, leaning slightly closer. âYou sure about that?â
The air between them grew heavier, the space on the couch suddenly feeling much too small. Star swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she held his gaze.
âWell, if I did,â she said, trying to sound casual, âyou almostâŚdid it back.â
He didnât deny it. Instead, his eyes flicked down to her lips, just for a second, before meeting hers again.
For a moment, it felt like they were back on the ground outside, the rest of the world fading away as gravity pulled them closer.
But then, from the hallway, Lilaâs small voice rang out again.
âChris? Can I have water?â
Chris sighed, breaking eye contact as he stood up. âYeah, I got it,â he called, his tone softer than usual.
Star exhaled, her shoulders slumping as the tension dissolved into the air. She stared at the TV, her fries forgotten, as Chris disappeared into the kitchen to help his sister.
When he came back, he sat down beside her without a word, grabbing another slice of pizza.
âChris,â she said after a long pause, her voice quieter now.
He glanced at her, chewing lazily. âYeah?â
She hesitated, her fingers twisting in the hem of her hoodie. âNever mind.â
Chris studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he leaned back, grabbing the remote again. âYouâre weird,â he muttered, though there was no edge to his voice.
Star rolled her eyes, pulling her knees to her chest as the next episode started. But despite the casual banter, she couldnât shake the feeling that something between them had shifted.
Neither of them said anything more about it, but as the night stretched on, Chris stayed just a little closer to her on the couch, his shoulder brushing hers every now and then.
The glow of the TV flickered softly across the living room, the chaos of Rick and Morty still playing, though Star hadnât laughed in a while. Chris glanced over, noticing her head drooping slightly, her knees pulled to her chest. Her eyelids fluttered shut, the stubbornness that usually lit up her expression now replaced by something softer, more unguarded.
âStar,â Chris muttered, nudging her leg with his foot.
She mumbled something incoherent, barely stirring.
He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. The night had already been a whirlwindâher almost falling off the roof, the tension of their moment on the ground, and now this. Yet here she was, passed out on his couch like it was her own home.
Chris stood, stretching before leaning down to scoop up the half-empty plate of fries on her lap. He set it on the coffee table, shaking his head. âYou really canât hang, can you?â he muttered under his breath, though his voice lacked any real bite.
Star whimpered lightly but didnât wake. Chris hesitated, his hands twitching at his sides as he debated whether to just leave her there. But something about the thought of her waking up in an uncomfortable position, complaining about her back for the next week, pushed him to act.
He bent down, sliding an arm under her legs and another behind her back. She stirred slightly as he lifted her, her body instinctively curling into his chest. Her head lolled against him, nestling into the crook of his shoulder, and Chris froze mid-step.
Her soft breath tickled his neck as she adjusted again, snuggling closer, completely unaware of what she was doing. His heart stuttered in a way he wasnât used to, an unfamiliar warmth blooming low in his stomach.
âDamn it, Kid,â he muttered under his breath, though there was no malice in his tone.
She mumbled something incoherent again, her arm curling loosely against his chest like she belonged there. It was so unlike her usual sharp edges, her endless teasing and snarky comments. Like this, she was⌠soft. Vulnerable. The part of her she didnât let the world see.
Chris carried her down the narrow hallway to his room, his movements careful and deliberate, as if afraid to wake her. The soft creak of his bedroom door greeted him as he nudged it open with his foot. Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting a faint glow over the small, familiar space.
As he lowered her onto the bed, she stirred, her head shifting slightly. For a brief moment, he thought sheâd wake, but she just sighed, curling into herself instinctively.
Chris lingered, crouched beside the bed, watching the way her face relaxed, her lips slightly parted as she fell deeper into sleep. The faintest furrow creased his brow as he studied her, caught between the familiarity of her presence and the strange, twisting feelings in his chest.
She shifted again, burrowing deeper into the blankets as her arm stretched out toward the space where he usually slept. He swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the pillow he always placed between them. The unspoken ruleâhis own attempt to avoid another awkward morning of waking up to find her tangled around him.
But now, as he watched her, those feelings from earlier returnedâthe strange pull, the warmth that made him feel more unsettled than he wanted to admit.
Chris dropped the pillow.
He stood there for another moment, his gaze lingering on her soft features before he climbed into the bed beside her. He stayed on his side at first, stiff and unsure, leaning back against the headboard.
But when her arm instinctively draped across his stomach and her head found his shoulder again, he didnât pull away.
For a while, he just lays there, staring up at the ceiling, her even breaths filling the quiet space around them. The barrier was gone, and something in himâsomething unspokenâdecided it didnât need to come back.
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Dumbgeons And DraGones
(all characters are 18+)
It was a rainy Saturday night, and the basement of Timothy Baxterâs house was alive with the sound of rolling dice, furious page-flipping, and exaggerated villainous laughter. Gathered around the ancient, coffee-stained table were five best friends: Timothy, Milo, Julian, Oliver, and Ezra. They were what everyone at Dalton High would call âthe nerd crewââgay, liberal, academically inclined, and utterly devoted to their twice-weekly Dungeons and Dragons sessions.
âWeâve nearly got it!â Julian declared, adjusting his glasses. âOne more critical hit and the Dark Sorcerer is toast!â
âLet me cast Fireball,â Milo said eagerly.
âNo, no, let me finish him off with Eldritch Blast,â Ezra protested.
While the boys argued strategy, three girls stood outside the basement window, peering in and giggling wildly. Cassie Winters, the queen bee of Dalton High, flipped her bleach-blonde hair over her shoulder and nudged her best friends, Lexi Carter and Tiffany Reynolds.
âOMG, you guys, theyâre, like, so into this nerd game,â Cassie whispered.
âTotes embarrassing,â Lexi added, chewing gum with a dramatic snap.
âI know, right?â Tiffany said, pulling her hot-pink phone out to record. âLike, what even is Dungeons and Dragons?â
Cassie suddenly had an ideaâone that would be, in her words, âso iconic.â She reached into her designer handbag and pulled out a small vial of pink liquid. Earlier that week, she had visited the townâs weird little crystal shop for âvibes,â and the shopkeeper had handed her the vial, calling it a âspell of transformation.â Cassie had no idea if it actually worked, but she loved the idea of using it for chaos.
âWatch this,â Cassie whispered, unscrewing the vial. âLetâs, like, make them cool or something.â
âWhat do you mean?â Tiffany asked.
âJust trust me,â Cassie said, pouring the liquid through the open window. It landed on the game board, shimmering as if alive, before seeping into the dice, figurines, and character sheets.
Inside the basement, the boys didnât notice the strange glow overtaking their game.
âFinal roll!â Timothy said, gripping the d20 tightly. He threw it, and it landed on a perfect 20.
âYes! We did it!â Ezra cheered.
But before they could celebrate, the room started spinning. The game board erupted in pink light, and an intense heat filled the air.
âWhat the hell?â Milo shouted.
âIs this part of the game?â Julian asked, panicked.
The light engulfed them completely, and they blacked out.
When the boys woke up, everything felt... different. Timothy was the first to notice. He looked down at his handsâgone were his pale, wiry arms. Instead, he had tan, muscular forearms. He touched his face, which felt unfamiliar and... square-jawed?
âWhatâs going on?â he said, his voice deeper and smoother.
The others stirred, groaning and stretching. Miloâs once-curly hair was now a short, perfectly styled fade. Julianâs gangly frame was replaced by broad shoulders and washboard abs. Ezraâs glasses were goneâhe didnât need them anymoreâand his delicate features had hardened into the rugged visage of a football player. And Oliver...
âDude, I feel amazing,â Oliver said, flexing his new biceps.
They looked at each other, confusion giving way to excitement. Their nerdy clothes had been replaced by Dalton High varsity jackets, ripped jeans, and stylish sneakers. Their mannerisms shifted as well. Gone were the nervous fidgeting and rapid talking. Instead, they carried themselves with an effortless confidence.
âBro,â Milo said, grinning. âThis is sick.â
âTotally,â Timothy agreed. âWait, Timâs kinda lame. Call me Ethan now.â
âEthan? Thatâs dope. Iâll be Matt,â Julian said, smirking.
Ezra, still examining his reflection in the basementâs dusty mirror, turned back to the group. âYeah, and Iâm Jake now.â
Milo and Oliver exchanged glances.
âMilo sounds like a nerd name,â Milo said. âCall me Ryan.â
âOliverâs boring,â Oliver said with a laugh. âIâm Chase now.â
As they adjusted to their new personas, the basement door swung open. Cassie, Lexi, and Tiffany stepped inside, jaws dropping.
âOMG, it worked!â Cassie squealed.
âWhoa,â Tiffany said, staring at Ethan. âYouâre, like, so hot now.â
âThanks, babe,â Ethan said, flashing a dazzling smile.
Cassie wasted no time wrapping her arms around Matt. âYouâre, like, coming to my party next weekend, right?â
âObviously,â Matt said, already feeling like he belonged in her world.
By the end of the night, Cassie was dating Matt, Lexi had claimed Ryan, and Tiffany was all over Jake. Chase and Ethan, meanwhile, found themselves texting two other popular girlsâHailey and Brookeâabout meeting up at the next football game.
As the weeks went on, the boys fully embraced their new lives. Their love for fantasy movies and indie music was replaced by action blockbusters and pop hits. Instead of discussing politics and social issues, they talked about sports and protein shakes.
The transformation was permanent, but none of them cared. They were no longer the nerdy outcastsâthey were the kings of Dalton High, and life as jocks was totally awesome.
It was Friday afternoon, and the boysâEthan, Matt, Jake, Ryan, and Chaseâwere lounging on the bleachers overlooking Dalton Highâs football field. Cassie, Lexi, and Tiffany were draped across their shoulders and laps, laughing at every joke and sipping on iced coffees. Hailey and Brooke, who were now dating Chase and Ethan respectively, sat nearby, painting their nails and occasionally chiming in.
âYo, so check this out,â Jake said, scrolling through his phone. âApparently, the school boardâs talking about letting the GSA put up some posters about, like, âinclusivityâ or whatever. Can you believe that?â
âPfft,â Ryan scoffed, tossing a football in the air. âMan, thatâs so stupid. Why do they need a whole club to tell people, âHey, weâre gayâ? Like, we get it. Nobody cares.â
âExactly,â Ethan said, nodding as he draped an arm around Brooke. âItâs, like, do they think being gay makes them special or something? Just stop shoving it in everyoneâs faces.â
âRight?â Matt chimed in, shaking his head. âItâs not like anyoneâs out here making a âstraight club.â If theyâre so âequal,â why do they need their own group?â
Cassie giggled, flipping her hair. âYou guys are so smart. Like, I donât get why the school even lets them, like, exist. Itâs so awkward.â
âAnd donât even get me started on those girls from debate club,â Chase said, rolling his eyes. âTheyâre always whining about the patriarchy or whatever. Like, maybe if they werenât such b****es, theyâd actually have boyfriends.â
That got a laugh from the entire group, the boys high-fiving each other while their girlfriends giggled in approval.
Jake leaned back, smirking. âYeah, theyâre probably just bitter because no guy would touch them with a ten-foot pole. Girls are supposed to, like, be chill and hot, not try to act smarter than guys. Itâs just basic facts.â
âExactly,â Matt added, grinning. âThatâs why you girls are the best.â He kissed Cassie on the cheek, and she squealed with delight.
The group laughed again, the boys reveling in their new personas. None of them missed their old livesâbooks, debates, and progressive causes were all a distant memory. Life was simpler now, and for Ethan, Matt, Jake, Ryan, and Chase, it was perfect.
(from left to right, row 2 to row 1: Chase, Tiffany, Cassie, Lexi, Ryan, Jake, Ethan, Matt)
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Soundtrack to Disaster
Chapter VIV: Want This Like a Cigarette
masterlist | playlist | pinboard | prev | diaries coming soon
songs for this chapter: colorblind by movements (acoustic), guilty pleasure by chappell roan, grudges by paramore
chapter tags: yearning, angst, missed opportunities, miscommunication, all the fun stuff! drinking, smoking (weed, cigarettes), adult language and scenarios | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings
summary: you continue to piece together the mystery of your brother's sentence, learning little by little exactly what happened.
a/n: act I of god knows how many is coming to a close! things are about to get.... well. I don't wanna spoil anything. disregard!
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You arrive at Steve and Robinâs a few hours before youâre supposed to leave for the concert. You feel the giddiness in your chest, the looming excitement of finally seeing one of your favorite artists live. That feeling quickly fades when you see the van parked outside of your friendsâ place.
Inside the apartment, Steve pours four shots, one for each of you, and Eddie whoâs lounging on the couch with a beer in his hand. You try not to stare, but itâs difficult to look away from the display; Eddie dressed in leather pants and a cropped t-shirt, his battle vest draped over the arm of the couch. His hair is tied into a low ponytail, revealing a dangly earring swinging against his neck. You clear your throat, feeling suddenly claustrophobic.Â
âBee! Come in! Have a shot, I call it the Pink Pony.â Steve gestures dramatically to the kitchen island.
You laugh, reaching to strip your jacket from your shoulders. âWhat exactly is a Pink Pony shot?â You humor him, knowing youâll probably regret it.
âItâs vodka, pink lemonade, and glitter.â Robin deadpans, plucking one of the glasses from the lineup. âSteve found this drinkable glitter shit online. To me it just looks like Edward Cullen pissed in here.â She closes one eye, inspecting the drink, but ultimately decides itâs worth the risk and downs it in one gulp. Her face scrunches as if sheâs in pain, and she shakes her head wildly. âDelish.â She gives an extremely unconvincing thumbs up, and Steve rolls his eyes.
âWhatever. Here,â He hands another glass to you, âI donât think itâs that bad.â
You gesture the glass to your friends before throwing it down your throat, trying desperately not to wince as it burns in your stomach. âThis isâŚâ
âGasoline.â Eddie adds from the couch. âJet fuel, even.â
You nod. âHeâs right. Steve, where the fuck did you buy this shit?â
âI dunno! I got an ad on TikTok.â
There's a collective groan from the three of you, followed by various exclamations of Steveâs naive purchase. âIt might actually be vampire piss!â You joke, earning a giggle from Eddie that makes your stomach flutter.Â
âYou guys suck.â Steve pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest.Â
âSteve, baby, youâre good at so many things. Making drinks just isnât one of them.â Robin gives her roommate a loving pat on the shoulder, and he surrenders.Â
âIt is not that bad.â He takes his own shot, and fails miserably to hide his disgust. âFine, I digress. Bee, you wanna make the next round?â
You sigh, approaching your friends in the kitchen, and feeling Eddie rise from the couch behind you. âYou know Iâm not working tonight, right?â
Robin juts her lip out. âPlease, Bee? We canât suffer through another round of Pink Pony farts.â
Steve gasps, but you throw your head back with laughter. âAlright, fine. If it means saving the lives of my friends, I guess Iâll do it for free. Just this once, though.â You snatch the glitter from Steveâs hand. âNone of this shit, though.â And you dump it down the sink while Robin holds Steve back from lunging at you.
Once the damage is done, you turn to where Steve keeps his alcohol, on the rack by the fireplace. You peek through his half empty bottles, returning with a few you can use. âThis, friends and Eddie, is the Bazooka Joe.â You place the Irish cream, banana liqueur, and blue curacao on the counter. âItâs supposed to taste like bubblegum.â You eyeball the measurements, filling each shot glass with the liquids, creating a milky teal color. Your friends each take one, throwing them down quickly. Their reactions are mixtures of shock and pleasant surprise. Â
Eddie is the next to speak. âI donât have any drink recipes to offer, but if anyone would like to join me on the balcony for a joint,â He pulls one from behind his ear, âspeak now or forever hold your peace.â His eyes meet yours then, and you canât dismiss it as an accident. Heâs asking you to come out.
âIâm good,â Robin says, narrowing her eyes at Eddie. âDonât like to smoke before going out in public.âÂ
Steve starts, âOoh, Iâllâ,â but stops short when Robin shoves her elbow into his side. âIâm good,â he coughs, âYou guys go âhead.â
You frown. He knows your rule, but he makes that stupid pouty face at you anyway. âCâmon, Bee. Donât make me smoke alone.â
Rolling your eyes, you secede. âFine. Iâll make a one time exception to the rule. On one condition.â
âWhat's that?â
âNo talking.â
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He lasts all of five minutes. âThis is stupid.â You shake your head, refusing to indulge. âThatâs fine. Iâll talk. You can keep not-talking.â He hands you the joint, and you take it, inhaling sweet smoke as Eddie continues, disregarding your agreement. âI wanna apologize. For a lot of things, actually. Last night, that wasnât cool. I shouldnât have sunk to his level, I donât know what came over me.â You sense him staring at you, but fight the urge to look at him. Instead you keep your eyes forward, staring into the darkness of your neighborhood. He sighs, and continues, âAnd Iâm so, so sorry about everything with your brother. It wasnât easy for me either, y'know. Chris and I were best friends. But I couldnât not listen to him. He did it to save my stupid ass.â
You finally look at him, passing him the joint as you try to read his face. âWhat do you mean by saving your ass?â The riddles are tired, and you canât stand the thought of never getting the whole story.Â
He inhales before responding, âThe cops already had it out for me. Since the second I turned eighteen, they waited for me to screw up. Pretty sure they had a bet on when Iâd get arrested.â His tone is light, but you can see the sadness on his face as he recalls it. âI begged Chris not to tell you. He told me he wouldnât, but only because he wanted me to. He made me promise to take care of you, and I broke that promise. You already hated me so much when you found out I snitched, you couldnât even look at me. We stopped talking. I didnât think telling you would change anything.âÂ
The information sinks into your skin, and you have to focus on a tree in the distance to stop the world around you from spinning. You cycle through the stages of grief on a loop, getting emotional whiplash each time you try to make sense of what Eddieâs just said to you. Finally, you land on anger and stay there.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
He shakes his head, bewildered. âWhat?â
âEddie, if you had just told me all of this six years agoââ
âI couldnât, Bee. I wanted more than anything to tell you, but I couldnât get out of my own way.â
The buzzing in your head is loud, disorienting. âSo you ran away instead?â
Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closed in concentration. âBee, listenââÂ
âEddie, please. Stop talking.â This isnât happening. This canât be happening. You slide the screen door open, returning to the warmth of inside, trying not to let your friends read the shock and pain written plainly on your face. âOkay, I think Iâm ready.â
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Lining up for concerts used to be one of your favorite hobbies. If a show had general admission, youâd park yourself outside the venue for hours, holding your spot in the hopes that the artist would sweat on you. As youâve gotten older, youâve realized it is definitely not worth the hassle of waiting outside all day, sitting on the concrete until your butt falls asleep. When you and your friends arrive at the venue, the doors are already open, and a bouncer is leading you to the VIP lounge, where you give them your names. It earns you a few glares from people in the general admission line.
âSwanky!â Robin exclaims when she enters the green room, which is actually pretty lackluster. The dressing room holds a long fold out table filled full of snacks and drinks, parallel to an old couch with garish print that youâre sure probably hasn't been cleaned in decades.Â
âSure, if thatâs how you wanna put it.â The giggling comes from behind you, where Macy is leaning against the doorframe. âHi, guys! Really glad you could make it.â She approaches you first, pulling you into an unexpected embrace. âHi, doll! So nice to see you.â Something about her disposition puts you off, her smile looks plastic.Â
Macy makes her rounds, greeting each of your friends with a hug before turning to her boyfriend. âHi, honey.â She stands on her tiptoes to daintily plant a kiss on his cheek, and the grin he wears is wide. You squint at the couple, trying to read them. âMake yourselves at home, we go on in half an hour. See you out there!â She gives a wave in the general direction of the room, and exits back to what you assume is her dressing room.
âThis is so cool. Eddie, hold on to this one, yeah?â Steve plucks a cookie from the plate, and Robin gives him an expression of disbelief. âWhat?â He asks, mouth full. She just shakes her head.Â
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The lights dim a few minutes after eight p.m., and the incoming crowd cheers with excitement. You and your friends are lined up across the barricade, off to one side to avoid the screaming teenagers only here for Chappell. Youâre between Eddie and Robin, Steve on Robinâs other side yelling something in her ear you canât make out.Â
A backing track fades in as the band takes the stage, and Macy approaches the mic stand. âWelcome to the show, everyone! We are Statuesque Dolls, from Hawkins, Indiana!â Zoe clicks her drumsticks together, and they start in on what you can only describe as a pop rock power ballad. Macyâs voice is stunning, you have to admit, reaching octaves you could only ever dream of reaching. The audience gets into it, swaying and dancing along to the rhythm, heads nodding to the beat. Some kids in the front are even singing, never missing a word Macy sings, and she points them out with a beaming grin on her face. Though you try, you canât bring yourself to enjoy the set. The music is right up your alley of taste, and the bandâs stage presence is nothing short of incredible, but the feeling of Eddieâs shoulder rubbing against yours as he belts out the words makes your chest tight, and every time Macy smiles at him you feel a throbbing in your temples.
Finally, they end their set, waving to the crowd before stepping off stage. Eddie announces heâs getting a drink, and nudges you. âCome with me?â
You glance at Robin, and swear you see her nod, as if giving you permission. âOkay.â You follow Eddie out of the crowd, over to the bar where a mass of people have gathered to attempt getting a drink.
âThat was good, huh?â You ask feebly, trying to make small talk.
Eddie shrugs. âYeah, theyâre really good.â His tone is flat, and you raise an eyebrow at him.
âWhatâs up with you?â
He shakes his head, causing his already frizzy curls to fly around his face. âWe uh, broke up. Me and Macy, I mean.â
You canât help but drop your jaw, quickly shutting it when, even in the dim room, you see him blush with embarrassment. âOh, shit. Eddie. Iâm sorry. Wait, but she kissed you like, an hour ago?â
âYeah, it was pretty amicable. Iâm not, like, hurting over it. The band is going on tour after this, and I have, like, no interest in a long distance relationship.â
For some reason, it pisses you off. âBut you still love her?â
âWhoa, Bee. Who said anything about love? I told you, it was pretty casual to begin with. Whatâs got you freakinâ out?â You think you sense teasing in his voice.
âIâm not freaking out, I guess Iâm confused. You donât think sheâs worth the effort?âÂ
He chuckles lightly as you approach the bar, ordering a cider for yourself and a beer for Eddie. âOf course she is. Iâm not, though. She deserves better than that. Does it bother you?âÂ
You roll your eyes, handing the bartender far too much cash for just two drinks. âYou just said it wasnât that serious, why would you care what I had to say about it?â
âDo you have something to say about it?â If you didnât know any better, youâd think he sounded hopeful.
You pretend to ponder his question, then deadpan, âNo. Believe it or not, I donât give a shit about what you do with your dating life. You might break Steveâs heart if you tell him, though.â
Eddie visibly deflates as you hand him his drink. âFuck, youâre right. You tell him.â
âNo! Iâm not doing your dirty work for you, Munson. Time to grow a pair.â With that, you breeze past him, back into the crowd.Â
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âThank you, Indy, I have been Chappell Roan!â The redhead onstage is a dream, absolutely stunning in a sparkly, pink, and complicated outfit. The fan blows her curly locks around, and youâd been so mesmerized that youâre only now registering the show is almost over.Â
She ends with pink Pony Club, causing Robin and Steve to jump around, screaming their voices hoarse, and you join them. By the end, youâre sweating bullets, makeup practically sliding down your face.
When she leaves the stage, you feel the relief of the crowd leaving, their weight that had been pressed to your back for hours finally fading. âThat was insane. Sheâs incredible. Ethereal, really.â Steve is raving as you follow your friends out of the venue and into the cold of the night. âEddie, man, you gotta go on tour.â
Eddie shrugs shyly. âYeah, Iâm workinâ on it, man.â
âNo, man! With Macy, be the tour wife! Youâll get to see her all the time, and Macy! Her band is awesome, I canât believeââ
âSteve, Macy and I broke up.â
He stops in his tracks. âWhat? Why? What did you do?â
âWhy do you always think I did something?â
âBecause you always do something. Remember in high school when you wanted to ask-â
âOkay! Enough. For your information, I didnât do anything. I just donât want anything serious right now.â
It barely satisfies Steve, but he backs off with a huffed âOkay, whatever!â You look from the boys to Robin, whoâs already staring at you, seemingly studying your reaction.
âWhat?â You ask her, and she shakes her head.Â
âAnyone want food? Iâm buying.â Steve offers, earning collective nods and mumbles of affirmation. Eventually, you end up at a late night diner, and Eddie holds the door open for the rest of you.Â
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You arrive home past midnight, eyes and limbs heavy with sleep. âIâll see you tomorrow, right Bee?â Robin asks. You nod, only just now remembering you promised to help Steve set up his and Robinâs new entertainment center. âOkay, cool. Iâll get us coffee!â Your friends and Eddie all say goodbye, and the car pulls away as you enter your house, foregoing the shower youâre definitely going to need in favor of sleeping longer.Â
When youâre finally cozied up in bed, your phone buzzes.
Eddie (block later): Thx for listening. Gn bee.
You decide against a real reply, instead tapping the Thumbs Up reaction, and locking your phone before rolling over. Sleep doesnât come, though, despite how physically tired you are. Your brain is wired, thoughts racing by too quickly to focus on. Every thought youâve shoved aside, rushing at you at once. Most of them are questions you canât answer on your own; Why did Eddie tell you about his breakup? Why is he suddenly being so fucking nice to you? Has he always been this goddamn pretty?
You groan, shoving your face into your pillow to stifle the noise. Unfortunately, that telepathy you share with your brother hasnât gone away, even after six years apart.
âHey,â Your bedroom door cracks open to reveal Chrisâs forehead, illuminated by the hall light behind him. âCanât sleep?â
You shake your head before remembering youâre in the dark. âNo. You?â
âNah.â He opens the door fully, stepping into the dark of your room. âHow was your night?â
âReally⌠good?â
âYou sound unsure.â He throws himself down on the end of your bed, bouncing you up and down with the mattress. âWhat happened?â
You pause, unsure of how much Chris needs to know. Ultimately, you know you canât hide anything from him, even though heâd spent the last six years pretty much conspiring with Eddie against you. âNothing, really. We went to the show, it was fantastic. I had a really good time.â
âAndâŚ?â
âAnd nothing!â
âThen why are you groaning into your pillow like a child throwing a tantrum?â He snickers, and you whack his arm. âCâmon, somethingâs bugging you.â
âYeah, but itâs gonna sound stupid.â
âYouâre my little sister, everything you say sounds stupid.â
âWow, Chris. Thanks, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.â You sit up, tucking your comforter into your waist. âSeriously, youâre gonna think Iâm insane.â
âWell, I already do, so you got nothing to lose.â
âItâs something Eddie told me.â He doesnât speak, waiting for you to continue. âHe said you told him to rat you out. Thatâs not true, is it?â
Your brother sighs, bringing his legs up onto your bed to mirror you. âWould it change anything if I said yes?â You huff, waiting for him to continue. âBee,â Chris flops onto his stomach. âYou âhateâ Eddie for something I told him to do. You iced him out because of me. I know you probably donât want to admit it to yourself, but I am the reason you and Eddie donât get along. Iâm sorry, I didnât think heâd up and leave you, I never would have expected that from him. He loââ He stops himself short, then continues instead, âHe cares about you so much, kid. I feel awful for ruining that.â
It hurts your brain, hearing Chris confirm that gnawing feeling youâve had for days, since Eddie blurted out the same truth in a fit of anger. Now it washes over you like a tidal wave, suffocating you under its weight. âItâs not too late to fix things with him, Bee. I know heâs been a little weird lately, but I can understand why. Just, give him a chance to redeem himself. For me?â
âChris, why the fuck would I do anything for you after you told me all that? You basically just admitted to ruining one of the closest friendships I have ever had, and six fucking years too late. I canât just pretend that didnât happen! Eddie fucking left because of it! I thought heâd betrayed you!â
âIn all fairness, I told him to tell you, begged him even. I figured he had, until I got out. I had no idea heâd kept that part from you. I told you that.â He argues.Â
Itâs too much at once, you can feel your skin burning. âGet out, Chris. Please.â
He doesnât argue, rising from your bed and walking to the door before turning. âI can take the heat, Iâve been getting it from you my whole life, but the kid did nothing wrong. It was stupid of him to run instead of telling you, but he didnât screw me like youâd thought for so long. Donât hold that grudge, Bee, itâs not worth it.â Before you can respond, Chris closes the door behind him, leaving you to be swallowed by the dark of your room.
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Shadvent calendar Day 22
Shadow x GN Reader
Wrapped in Red (Dress Version)
Content warning: Reader prefers dresses pants version here
Shadow adjusted his tie in the mirror checking the clock to make sure the two of you would be on time. Normally he wouldn't care too much about being late but since Rouge was hosting the annual Christmas eve party this year he wanted to show up on time out of respect for his friend.
Of course she chose a black tie dress code. so it was taking the two of you longer than usual to get ready.
"Are you ready? Were going to be late."
"Almost, I'm just having trouble with this zipper." You called from the closet.
"Well let me help come out here."
You emerged from behind the doors shadow had to do a double take your hair was styled in a way he hadn't seen you do it before highlighting every perfect feature on your face. You caried yourself in a way he hadn't seen before either much more elegant and graceful than normal. you looked amazing, and you knew it. And your dress, Holy shit.
your dress flowed behind you with each step, the fabric fell elegantly off of you perfectly highlighting your figure. you looked almost angelic like the dress was made by the threads of destiny just for you, it existed solely for your body without it it had no purpose. and the color wow, he had never seen you fully in red before, it complimented you perfectly.
Shadow felt a small blush form on his face, something that was rarely accomplished by anyone except for you. He was speechless seeing you in all your glory. You were almost too beautiful to speak to, and you were all his.
"Wow you look... wow" he finally managed to get out.
you smiled at the compliment. "Thank you darling, but we can't go anywhere with my dress unzipped, could you get it for me?"
"O- of course."
you giggled at Shadow's stammering it wasn't often that the black hedgehog was lost for words, you were happy to be the cause. you turned around exposing your bare back to him.
Shadow stepped near you taking in the sent of your perfume. you could feel his warm breath on your neck as he grasped the zipper. he gently brought the zipper up your back guiding his hand across each gentle curve of your spine.
The zipper was brought to its destination closing your dress.
"There we go all better my love." He murmured his low voice like velvet in your ears.
Shadow leaned his head down leaving a sensual kiss on your neck.
a gasp escaped your lips, it was your turn to blush now. you turned to face Shadow your faces inches apart. Shadows eyes darted to your lips his hand reached for your chin to bring your lips to his.
unfortunately, his hand did not reach it's destination.
"IS THAT THE TIME?" You exclaimed finally noticing the time on the wall. "WERE GOING TO BE LATE! WHY DID'NT YOU TELL ME SOONER?" you rushed off to grab the final items you needed leaving Shadow alone in the bedroom.
"Damn" Shadow sighed. he followed you out of the room only one thought on his mind. if your dress was that much fun to put on he couldn't wait to take it off later.
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THE DAWN COURT (Chapter Five)
FEATURING Lucien Vanserra x Reader
SUMMARY On the way through dawn, Lucien begins to open up to you and your stubborn heart can't resist falling deeper and deeper into the warmth of his beautiful smile.
CONTENT WARNINGS childhood abuse, abusive relationships, beron, Lucien is a momma's boy, brothers being pitted against each other, BERON VANSERRA, more mentions of Elain
AUTHORS NOTE I'm not sure how the Courts series became my constant proof of live update, but here we are again, and I can't say I feel bad about it.
SERIES MASTERLIST
The road to the Dawn Court stretched out before you in an endless array of soft pastel hues and rolling hills, the sky above tinged with faint lavender and gold as true dawn approached. Unlike the lush forests of the Spring Court or the frozen majesty of Winter, this land bore a gentler beautyâone that whispered of new beginnings and the quiet hush between night and morning. The air here felt lighter, as though each breath you took was suffused with the promise of a sunrise not yet fully formed. It was a place of transition, where the darkness of the night yielded gracefully to the first touch of day.
You and Lucien had ridden hard for hours, leaving the stark cold of the Winter Court behind in pursuit of the next alliance to be reestablished. Both of your horses moved with weary steps, their sides heaving gently, their coats dusted with sweat and flecks of road-grime. As you crested a gentle slope, an oasis of sorts revealed itself belowâa small watering hole nestled in a shallow dip of land, surrounded by wiry shrubs and clusters of pale wildflowers swaying in the breeze. Tall, slender trees with silver-gray bark stood sentinel around the pool, their leaves rustling with the same airy hush that seemed to settle over the rest of the Dawn Court.
The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, its rays slicing through the mauve-tinted sky in shimmering beams. A light, warm wind caressed your cheeks as you guided your mount down toward the waterâs edge, relief stirring in your chest at the thought of a short rest. Lucien followed close behind, his features illuminated by the first true glow of dawn. The lines of tension youâd grown used to seeing in his face had eased somewhat during your travels, but every now and again, you caught a glimpse of the pain he tried so hard to hide.
You dismounted, carefully leading your horse to the water. Lucien did the same, quietly checking his horseâs bridle and running a soothing hand along its flank. His gaze drifted out over the pool, and for a long moment, neither of you spoke, letting the hushed magnificence of this new land envelop you. The sky above faded from lavender to rose, a gentle wave of color heralding the dayâs arrival.
When Lucien finally broke the silence, his voice came out softer than usual, as if the serenity of the Dawn Court compelled him to speak more gently. âYou asked me before about Beron,â he began, his tone laced with a cautious vulnerability. âAbout what it was really like⌠growing up under him.â
You looked over at him, meeting his amber gaze. There was something raw in his eyes, a memory or a series of memories too heavy to keep locked away. You approached quietly, your footsteps muted in the soft ground, and took a seat on a low rock near the waterâs edge. Lucien followed suit, sinking down beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him in the mild dawn chill.
âMy father,â he continued, drawing a shaky breath, âwasnât just cruel as a High Lordâhe was cruel as a parent, too. Some days, it was the smallest thing that would set him off: a gesture, a slip of the tongue. Other days, it was nothing at all. He⌠he thrived on instilling fear, on making all of us believe we were never quite good enough.â
His words hung in the air like an echo, and you felt your heart clench at the thought of a young Lucien forced to navigate that sort of chaos. You wanted to reach out, to rest a comforting hand over his, but you kept still, sensing he needed to release these memories in his own way.
âMy mother,â Lucien went on, the faintest tremor in his voice, âwas the opposite. She tried her best to protect me from Beronâs temper, to shield me and my brothers from his worst impulses. It wasnât easy, and⌠well, you can guess how things ended up. But she loved me fiercely, abundantly. I think itâs what saved me, that knowledge that at least one parent cared. Genuinely.â A wistful smile ghosted over his lips, gone as quickly as it came. âShe was quiet about her affection when he was around, but behind closed doors, she was everything a mother should beâkind, supportive, protective.â
You exhaled a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding. âShe sounds incredible. I wish I could have known her.â
Lucienâs gaze flickered with gratitude. âShe is. And it was she who first asked Eris to keep an eye on me. That might sound strange, I knowâEris, of all people. But he wasnât always⌠well, he wasnât always what he is now. At least, not with me.â He paused, brow furrowing slightly. âHe could be cold, quick to anger, but there were times when heâd intervene if things got too bad with Beron. Itâs why I canât hate him entirely, not the way some of our other brothers do. He protected me when it truly mattered.â
A gentle hush settled between you, the soft ripple of the watering hole and the rustle of leaves in the breeze the only sounds cutting through the dawn. Your heart was pounding, heavy with empathy and unspoken understanding. Lucien had revealed so much of himselfâhis pain, his past, the people who shaped him.
âAnd the rest of your brothers?â you asked softly, aware of how fragile this moment felt. âI know there are⌠many.â
A humorless laugh escaped him, bitter edges clinging to the sound. âThey mostly hated me. Saw me as weak because Mother favored me, or perhaps because I was the youngest. Or maybe it was just Beronâs poison that seeped into everything. He pitted us against each other. Turned us into rivals. And after I left the court for goodâŚâ He trailed off, a sorrowful light in his eyes. âI suppose they wrote me off. Or, more likely, they never think of me at all.â
Silence settled again, deeper this time, weighted by all the memories and regrets Lucien had just laid bare. Without overthinking, you reached out and rested your hand on his arm, your thumb brushing gently against the fabric of his jacket. It was a small act of comfort, but you hoped it would say what words could notâthat you heard him, that you saw him, and that you cared.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered. âNo one deserves that kind of upbringing.â
Lucienâs gaze flicked to where your hand touched his arm, and a flicker of warmth softened his expression. âItâs all right,â he said, though the catch in his throat betrayed him. âIâve lived with it for a long time. Talking about it helps, I think.â
He set his free hand over yours, gently squeezing. A delicate beam of sunlight caught in his hair, highlighting the copper tones, and for a heartbeat, the two of you were perfectly stillâtwo people who had traveled so many miles, endured so many struggles, and found a measure of solace in one anotherâs presence.
When at last Lucien drew away, a faint smile touched his lips. âThank you. For listening.â
âAlways,â you replied, your voice barely above a breath.
The horses stirred behind you, drawn to the water, and the moment shifted. But even as you both rose to tend to the animals, the Dawn Courtâs sky now blazing in pink and gold overhead, you knew that something had changed between you. Youâd peeled back another layer of Lucienâs guarded heart, and in doing so, had opened yourself up to the kind of bond that could either mend you bothâor break you altogether. For now, you chose to let hope settle in your chest, buoyed by the promise of dawn and the faint trace of Lucienâs touch lingering on your skin.
The Dawn Courtâs gentle magic seemed to cradle you both as you traveled deeper into its lands, where the sky forever hovered between the last shades of night and the earliest colors of morning. Soft lavender clouds floated overhead, their undersides brushed with gold. In the distance, pale hills rolled into the horizon, blanketed in fields of wildflowers that looked as though they had stolen the very colors of sunrise for themselves. Everything here whispered of beginningsâfresh starts, second chancesâand perhaps that was why Lucien found it easier to open up in this place, where dawnâs light might cast away shadows of the past.
You had been riding for most of the morning, the conversation between you and Lucien ebbing and flowing with comfortable ease. Sometimes you talked about mundane thingsâthe best tack for your horses, the surprising flavor of Dawn Court tea, small jokes and observations about the people you passed on the road. Other times, you fell into quieter moments, letting the hush of the open road surround you. But there was a notable shift in Lucienâs demeanor. He seemed lighter, as if the bitter memories he had shared with you at the watering hole had momentarily loosened their grip on him.
Eventually, you came upon a small village nestled at the base of a pale, sloping hill. The houses were low and built of sun-bleached stone; the roofs sparkled under the gentle daylight as though dusted with starlight. A winding stream ran through the center of the settlement, a ribbon of glittering water that reflected the pastel sky overhead. Lucien proposed you stop there for a short rest, and you readily agreed. You could use a break from the saddle, and you couldnât deny you wanted more time in this peaceful realmâmore time with him.
A local baker, cheeks ruddy from the warm ovens, directed you to a quiet courtyard where you could hitch your horses. The courtyard was bordered by slim, arching trees whose leaves were tinted with silver on the underside, rustling in the perpetual dawn breeze. Lucien handed you a small pastryâflaky, filled with a sweet fruit compoteâand you laughed when he coaxed you to try it, proclaiming it a specialty of the region.
âBetter than Summer Court fruit?â he teased, a playful sparkle lighting his eyes.
You took a bite, rolling your eyes in mock challenge. âYouâre just trying to one-up Tarquin, arenât you?â
His grin spread slowly, more genuine than youâd seen before. âIâd never admit to such a thing,â he said, his tone light, though the humor in it was real. The tension lines that so often pinched the corners of his eyes and mouth were markedly softer now. He looked⌠happy.
You leaned against the trunk of one of those silver-leafed trees, watching as he broke off a piece of the pastry for himself. That fragile warmth in your chestâsomething that had been growing steadily since your journey beganâglowed brighter. You couldnât help but notice the way your pulse skipped whenever he smiled at you. Or the twist of quiet anger that bubbled up when you remembered what he had told you of Elainâhow she wouldnât return his feelings, how she had turned him away time and again. It grated at you, how someone could ignore a man who had endured so much, how they could cast aside the vulnerability he offered so rarely.
It felt selfish to think like thatâElainâs story was hers, and maybe she had reasons you didnât know. But still, you couldnât stop the frustration from gnawing at you, at her seeming rejection of someone who was worth so much more than he gave himself credit for.
âThinking about something?â Lucien asked, drawing you back to the present. He dusted his hands free of pastry crumbs, then stepped closer, tilting his head as he studied your face.
You realized youâd been staring at himâat the faint freckles on his nose, at the slight curve of his lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks. âJust⌠random thoughts,â you managed, though your voice sounded strangely breathless even to your own ears.
He nodded once, gaze flicking away as if politely choosing not to press. You respected that about himâhis ability to give you space while still being open. He turned slightly, letting his attention wander over the sleepy village. Children played in the distance, their laughter weaving through the streets. A few villagers tended to gardens, brimming with soft, dawn-colored flowers that drank in the perpetual half-light. Everything felt caught in that threshold between night and dayâlike Lucien, in so many ways, suspended between past pain and future hope.
âItâs strange,â he said at length, slipping back into that gentle, confessional tone you had grown to treasure. âFeeling this⌠peace. Traveling with you, seeing these courtsâhelping themâitâs unlike anything Iâve done before. Maybe itâs because I never really had the chance to just⌠be.â He paused, as though searching for the right word. âWith Elain, things are always tense, always so painfully uncertain. I donât blame her for that, truly. She never asked for our bond, and I canât force her to accept it. But every moment with her feels like⌠Iâm waiting on a precipice, wondering if sheâll finally see me.â
His expression dimmed slightly, the ghost of heartbreak flickering across his features. As much as you wanted to rail at Elain for hurting himâeven unintentionallyâyou couldnât ignore the sincere love he still harbored for her. It both warmed and pained you in equal measure.
âDo you still hope she will?â you asked softly. Your heart squeezed painfully at your own question, but part of you needed to know.
Lucien sighed, looking down at his boots as though the dusty cobblestones held an answer. âI⌠donât know. Part of me will always hope. Itâs my nature, I guessâto hold onto that little spark. But latelyâŚâ His eyes lifted to yours, that flicker of warmth returning. âLately, Iâve been wondering if there could be something else for me. Something that doesnât revolve around a bond that might never be accepted.â
Something else. Something⌠or someone.
His gaze caught yours, a quiet intensity there that made your pulse pound. Did he mean you? Or was he simply speaking in generalities, about finding a purpose beyond waiting for Elain?
Your throat felt tight, but you managed a small smile. âWhatever you choose, Lucien, you deserve someone who sees you as you are. Not as a burden, or an inconvenience, or an unwanted tie, but as a man worthy of love and happiness.â
He froze for a moment, the air between you suddenly alive with unspoken sentiment. Then, that slow, genuine smile returned. âIâm starting to believe that might be possible,â he said softly, amber eyes glowing with something close to gratitude. Or perhaps hope.
You swallowed hard, your own emotions tangling up in your chest. You wanted to shake Elain for not seeing himâthis Lucien who was open, kind, protective, and so very ready to give his heart. But you also recognized how deeply your own feelings were rooting themselves inside you, pulling you closer to him in ways that were both exhilarating and terrifying. You had never expected your missionâyour dream of traveling Prythianâto lead to this.
âWell,â you said, voice trembling slightly, âif thereâs anything I can do to help⌠you only have to ask.â
Lucienâs smile deepened, and you caught the faintest hint of color warming his cheeks. âI appreciate that, more than you know.â
You stayed there for a while longer, the conversation drifting in and out of serious topics. He told you more about his childhoodâfond recollections of his mother reading to him by the fire, the way Eris would covertly slip him books or sweets when Beron wasnât watching. Amid these small rays of kindness were darker tales, tooâbrothers who mocked him, a father who used fear as a weapon. Each new story made you both ache for him and marvel at how he had risen above it all.
Yet there was no denying the lightness that settled over him now, in the Dawn Courtâs hush. His laughter came more easily, free of the ghosts that so often haunted his eyes. He teased you about your knack for stumbling into interesting situations, and you teased him right back about his tendency to hide behind wit and sarcasm. For once, he didnât bristle at the observation, only shrugged with a lopsided grin.
When the sun climbed a little higherâthough never truly reaching full day in this eternal sunrise realmâyou both decided it was time to press on. With the horses rested and watered, you saddled up again, exchanging a quick, companionable glance. Something about this land, about your shared experiences, had forged a deeper bond between you. It was as if you were both stepping onto a new path, leaving old hurts and uncertainties behind in the gentle glow of dawn.
As you rode out of the village and resumed your journey, your mind wandered back to that momentâwhen he mentioned something else, something beyond Elain. The hope in his eyes, the quiet thanks he offered when you told him he deserved happiness. It replayed in your thoughts, making your pulse flutter each time.
And with every stolen glance and every smile he gifted you, you felt the terrifying thrill of falling deeper into something you couldnât name. All you knew was that here, in the Dawn Court, amidst pastel skies and rolling hills forever suspended between night and day, you and Lucien seemed to be forging something new togetherâsomething that made the day brighter and the long road ahead far less lonely.
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merging of worlds ... chapter two: introductions ( ft. sylus. )
word count: 1.4k
content: soulmate talk, sylus is happy you finally remember him (even if it's not in full or from the best source), more plot set-up, sylus is struggling to keep his hands off of you, no beta we die like men
note: hi guys, eevee here! chapter two is here. zorra is not coping well, haha. ( zorra plays love and deepspace on her phone, much like the rest of us â when one day, her job as a journalist collides with her favorite video game. a wanderer in broad daylight in her world [ earth, 2024 ] ) i would adore feedback!
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It was hard to pay attention the rest of the day. Once the story went to air, I was free to return to my off day. Not like it was truly an off day anymore. Because now, I knew that everything Iâve been playing on my phone for months was true. Or at least, somewhat true. I raced back to my apartment. My cat, Marley, sat next on the table as I walked in, purring happily as I gave him a passing scratch. Before I knew it, I was pacing the floor of my apartment.Â
âSo if Wanderers are real -- what the hell kind of chance do I stand?â I muttered to myself as I reached for Marleyâs food bowl. However, as I turned to my kitchen, I dropped the bowl with a yelp as I see Sylus standing in the door frame.
âJesus Christ,â I breathe out, my hand coming over my chest. He seemed to think my shock was cute, but he still gave me a once over to make sure he hadnât scared me too badly.Â
âYou forgot to lock your door, Sweetie,â He chided me, his red eyes narrowing. For a second, I thought he was genuinely annoyed. Based on what I knew from him from the game, maybe he is.Â
âYou--!â I nearly growled. I was a pretty patient person. But my nerves were shot. My fingers found my temple, and I took a deep breath. âYou know, youâre not helping. Iâm already kind of on edge. Unlike you, I donât have superpowers--â
He rolled his eyes. âThat you know of,â he interjects.
I narrowed my eyes back at him before continuing, âSo I have to be a little more on edge in case a Wanderer comes knocking. Because Iâm not⌠Iâm not Harley. Iâd be dead in three seconds flat!â
I didnât realize how scared I was of the damn things until that moment. I swallowed hard, looking down. I was ashamed of how high and shrill my voice had become. Itâs overtaken another fear I thought that I would have:Â my looks.Â
Isnât that stupid? To fear how he sees my looks. It isnât even like heâs come on to me or would be interested. After all, Iâm not Harley. Iâm not the character Iâve been portraying to him. Harley was the one who fell in love with this former dragon turned man. The man who follows her through every reincarnation.
I hadnât realized how close Sylus was until his hand was on my shoulder, resting there. Then one, two pats. âOkay. I wonât scare you again⌠but donât forget to lock your door. Luke and Kieran are trying to figure out why, but there is a large protocore field emanating from your apartment. You donât need to be taking any unnecessary risks in the meantime. Theyâll also be staged outside the complex. Iâll also be staying. I can take the sofa. But as you mentioned⌠youâre not equipped to deal with a Wanderer. Sorry, kitten.â
He dropped his hand away from my shoulder. A smirk started to take over his features. âBut you have to admit -- you were going to spend the night with me on that app anyway,â he teased.Â
It was the first real acknowledgement of the fact he was from my favorite mobile video game. Correction, not just any video game. One where you dated each of the main boys, each with their own branch and stories to unlock with you. And I blushed. Hard. Of course, I couldnât lie and say I wasnât attracted to him. But did he really have to point out that I romanced his character every night? My blush only seems to make him more amused, so I clear my throat and look away.
âYouâre going to stay here? With me? Donât you have to get back to the game? To Harley?â I pointed out. His eyebrow furrowed as he listened to me, but he still seemed relaxed. I donât know what I was expecting but he stepped closer, looking down at me from his bulking height. I found myself getting lost in his eyes.
âRule number one, you donât spook the kitten,â he said, and it seems more of a reminder to himself than something he was saying to me. But he shook his head right after that. âYouâve been playing the game for months now, Zorra. Why donât you tell me about the story between me and.. this Harley.â
My eyebrow furrowed as I pondered how to respond. From what weâve been given, I know that there was a time where Harley was cast out as a âsorceressâ and made a villain. She stumbled across Sylus -- a dragon. Instead of killing her, he was connected to her. From there, they fell in love, doomed for him to die and for her to follow not soon after.
So, I recounted that, as best as I could to him. He listened with a cool look on his face. Almost like he was trying not to give anything away. Then both of his eyes shut and a smile flits across his lips.
A full smile.
âWhy are you smiling?â
âBecause after all these reincarnations, after all these times, this is the soonest youâve gotten most of the full story. Even if itâs not all...x even if itâs some video game retelling⌠itâs something,â Sylus said, and now, he seemed to not be able to control himself.
His hands found the sides of my face. For such large hands, they hold my visage so delicately. I felt like I was under a spell. Heâs so big, but for some reason -- I just knew he would never hurt me. Something felt different in me. New.Â
âHarley is not real. Harley is a username that you typed in. You are what I was attracted to. Youâre the one Iâve been finding, over and over. -- Admittedly, sometimes itâs easier than others.â He frowned. His thumb traced over my cheekbone. âIâd like to specify that getting out of a phone app is one of the harder challenges weâve faced. But I believe itâs not the only challenge weâre going to face.â
I was bright red. I could see myself in the mirror in the corner of my kitchen, and it was enough to pull me out of this trance. I started to fan myself as I pulled away. âYouâre very forward,â I gasped.
âAnd youâve always loved it,â he drawled. He headed toward my sofa before plopping down. Itâs actually funny. My couch is smaller than average. When I was on it, it seemed proportional. With Sylus taking up most of the space, it looks like a small loveseat. âI could be more forward. Iâm intentionally not using my Evol until you learn how to use yours. Iâm trying not to be overwhelming, sweetie.â
I let out a noise that sounded mangled as I finally straightened up to follow him into the living room area. âYeah, youâre doing a great job, bud. I just learned a lot of information in like two minutes. Iâm totally not freaking out about any of that.â
âI get it. Itâs hard to find out you have a stunning soulmate.â He said, all charm.Â
âAgh!â was the noise I made that time. âYouâre doing absolutely awful on the overwhelming part.â
Before I could ask anymore questions, my phone buzzed. There was silence in the room as I stared at the screen. Camden. I put a single finger up at Sylus and answered the phone. He seemed annoyed but watched anyway.
âHey, Zorra!â Camdenâs easy voice came over the phone. There was a pause before he continued. âYou saw the major outlets picked up the story, right? Itâs all over the place, the video we shot. And they loved the way you set it up.â
I smiled, enjoying a bit of praise. Management seemed to be tight-lipped about when you did good things, so it was nice to hear it. Sylusâ head tilted to the side.Â
âThanks, Camden,â I said.Â
âAnyway, I just wanted to thank you for the help today. Good job.âÂ
The rest of the conversation was pleasant. To be honest, that if the conversation had happened even just a day prior, I would have been over the moon. My crush would have grown. But sitting there after what Sylus had just said?
I donât feel even the slightest attraction to Camden now.
When the call ended, Sylus sat up⌠looking rather enthralled to have my attention again. âSo, kitten. Feeling a little calmer now? Yes, no, maybe so?â
#my writings.#lads: sylus.#sylus x mc#sylus x reader#lnds sylus#lads fanfiction#storyline two: sylus.
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For the first time in a long while, I got to go to a white elephant gift exchange this December! We had a low price ceiling and my practically wins out over any practical joke sensibilities every time, so on the designated shopping day I left my local overstock store with a nice chopstick set, some fancy (not at all mess-free) popcorn, and a dream.
When I was growing up, my mom was an intrepid homeschooling parent who loved event planning, valued cultural exploration, and had married into a Japanese family. Multiple times - sometimes in the setting of a multicultural fair, at least once as a kind of class party (with celebratory takeout at the end) - she faced teaching large groups of children how to use chopsticks quickly and with as little cost and cleanup as possible.
Her answer was popcorn! It's edible, so you get the full motion down, and lightweight but large enough for less coordinated sticks to pinch. It has tons of nubbins to grab and widely varied shapes to experiment with. Specifically, we used air-popped kernels, without oil or toppings, so when it gets overzealously crushed or bounces away and gets missed by a broom, it's basically biodegradable styrofoam.
What I'm saying is, this is my mom's fault. Other than the choice to draw so many hands in one afternoon on the same day as the party, while also baking a snack. That's all me. This primer was delivered in the format of a tiny booklet (if you look up an "eight page zine" that's also a method I learned from my mom, to turn single-sided misprints into notepads), with fewer jokes and tips than I'd have liked because I simply did not have time to transcribe a hashi rest fold or hairstyle. But reformatted (for Mastodon) it looks fairly respectable.
Lengthy image descriptions and full poster format under the cut.
[ID: A title page reads "How to Use Chopsticks" in all caps. The words "without too much mess" are between two straight, orange lines, which start with round points at the left, evoking chopsticks, and end in flared shapes of a silhouetted splash on the right. Below the lower line are the words "by CJ Gladback." All the text is in black, the background is white but appears light orange due to a repeating geometric watermark pattern of CJ's logo in orange overlaid on the whole image; her handle on most sites is included once on each of the following spreads: @cjgladbackâ
Next is the first spread of four illustrations with their instructions. On the left half of page are two line drawings of a right hand holding one and then two chopsticks, with the text, "The first stick rests on the side of your ring finger's nail and the flesh between your thumb and index finger. Your middle finger's pad holds it securely while it can slide against your thumb as your hand changes posture in use. The second stick is held between the knuckle of your thumb and the middle section of your index finger. This is the one you move to change angles; it may touch but doesn't really rest on the middle finger's tip." In orange, two arrows indicate the rest points for the first stick while small hashes emanate from the points pressed on the middle and ring fingertips and under the thumb's joint holding the top stick. On the right upper quadrant of the page is the text "Hold them close to parallel to scoop." A hand holds two sticks poked into a bowl of rice between the viewer and the palm; a series of parallel orange lines emphasize the space between the sticks. The remaining quadrant's text reads, "Press with your index finger to pinch firmly." This hand is holding an indistinct rounded shape in its chopsticks, with an orange arrow indicating the rotation of the index finger's tip to press the top stick's point toward the bottom's.
Next is the final spread of the pamphlet. The upper right text reads, "Practice with something medium sized and low mess like (air-popped) popcorn." A single piece of popcorn is held in disembodied chopsticks above a full popcorn bowl, with several kernels fallen to the surface below it. Text below reads, "Pick up your dishes to bring close to your mouth to scoop the harder to grab foods." An implied tilted bowl of food (fried rice or porridge with diced pieces) protrudes off the page, covering only the lower left corner. Close-up chopsticks have their points buried in the food and their lines fade out toward the right. The final black text, underlined by two orange chopstick shapes, reads, "but most of all, do what feels comfortable and eat well!" In orange in the lower right corner, the parenthetical "(and maybe knit a scarf)" is followed by a small orange drawing of a steaming bowl of noodles and sliced egg with a noodle line trailing toward two upward angled sticks with loopy hashes indicating knit fabric hanging from them.
The final image is the full booklet in its web format, with the three previous images from this post stacked vertically. Some orange lines have been added between what were pages in the print booklet, to aid reading flow. /end ID]
#straight up ripping my entire caption from instagram cause (as you can see) i wrote it in a blogging mood#cj gladback#zine#how to#gift ideas#chopsticks#hashi#food#artists on tumblr#illustration#hold up -- once I uploaded multiple photos#not all at once but by clicking the ''add another'' button#THEN i can mouse over to add alt text?#or did the feature just finally reach me?#in the middle of starting this post#why would this be more captionable than the single image version of this#or the accidentally misordered sequence of these same files if i add them all at once#i want to understand but i do not#i guess since the little alt boxes started showing up on mobile relatively recently i could try scrolling back through the official pages#see if there's a full explanation of all processes#would expect the crowd i follow to have already reblogged and celebrated/critiqued if there were one but maybe they were busy#...and then i tried using my previous alt text copy pasta'd in there and it took about half of the first and shortest description so#i know i'm wordy but in this case it really only does its job for people who can't see it with a ton of description#could make it shorter but it would be a lot of editing time for probably still not getting it clear under the character limit#so hey have a clunky read more anyway#yep i started just typing the text on the pages and made it halfway through the second sentence#i'll try to remember to not complain about the lack of desktop alt text only very specific factors of it now#also having the read more gives me the excuse to share the full poster version of this without worrying about it being less legible#depending on the screen you're viewing from#gallery
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Yippie !
#world of horror#world of horror game#hi guys I really like this game. if you couldnât tell#I still need to get some of the mystery endings though actuallyâŚik how to get them Iâve just been lazy abt it đ#I was so locked in on the achievements I didnât even gaf about getting all the endings LMFAOO#Iâm only missing two or three I think#ANYWAYS#shoutout to world of horror đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸#OH ALSO#(spoilers upcoming)#very glad to finally have kana unlocked they are so awesome#and the fact that they canât die via loss of stats is a really cool feature !!#it surprised me at first bc I wasnât paying attention#and then they rejuvenated and I was like ???#OHH THAT REMINDS ME#I got two or three achievements via glitches LMFAOO đđ THANK YOU GLITCHES FOR WORKING IN MY FAVOR ???#I think it was during the challenges where you have to complete the run#and I was on the last level of the lighthouse#and then died đ#BUT if you spam click it still gives you the achievement and counts it as a win. for some reason#or at least thatâs what happened to me#a glitch did work against me once though when it made my doom counter spike completely mid-run?? for some reason??#my stats were completely fine. literally nothing happened the doom counter just completely filled up all at once. randomly#very weird & I still cannot figure out why or how that happened đđ maybe it was some side effect thingy that I wasnât paying attention to#okay anyways#yap session over#OH WAIT there was also another time where I reached the end of the doom counter and it still let me play through the entire run#and let me win#lmfao#okay NOW the yap session is over. fr this time
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Now for the final round!
@hellsitegenetics
I love them
I didn't know I needed to know that the weed-smoking girlfriends post was genetically a wolf, but I did, and I do. Also puts great stuff on my dash.
itâs so fun to be scrolling unhinged posts and then boom. an organism!
so many mothsâź also, unexpected comedy with some of the matches
perfect blend of silly and informative, and makes for an excellent punchline at the end of a long post. puts creatures on my dash. literally what more could you ask for
It's a really unique blog concept and a lot of times the results are pretty funny. It's great when the sequence matches the post content too!
Creatures đ
Finds beautiful creatures out of the mess of the hellsite
Offers finality AND gives us a creechur.
I love them. English speakers talk like moths
If this blog wins, they could run the text of the winning announcement, and determine the post's genus and species!
They're also very good about tagging the type of creature depicted in the results, so as long as you mute tags of creatures you don't want to see, it's a very fun time seeing iconic legacy posts (and new submissions) being reduced down to a string of letters and assigned a random species of fish or moth or something!
uhh itâs cool
BLAST
There are so many weird bugs in the world
Yippee!!
If, as Haldane said, God has an inordinate fondness for beetles, then surely this blog proves that Tumblr has an inordinate fondness for moths.
Top tier blog as a geneticist, I love seeing obscure organisms and MOTH
Admin got rate limited after trying to blast the bee movie
the knowledge of biology to pull this off (i have taken one biology class in my life) and also the work to find all the strings honestly deserves quite a bit of praise
This gimmick blog has it all: science, pictures of animals, interaction with the text of other peoples' posts, interesting information, and a unique and fun premise. As a biologist, I'm rooting for hellsitegenetics to reach the end and take the tournament, because it is truly a standout among gimmick blogs.
If they win, perhaps this blog too shall become a cool organism :3
@hasgavlebockenburneddownyet
What's more happy holiday cheer than cheering on the destruction of a giant straw goat?
The birds may have won 2023, but I believe in humanity's capability for arson for 2024 <3
a vote for me is a vote for arson! This message was approved by hasgavlebockenburneddownyet
gavle is SUCH a public service and holiday feature
what's more tumblr than comical destruction and holidays?
sometimes you just gotta vote with your matchsticks
Bringing a cultural staple to tumblr since 2021
Arson is so much more fun
It would be really funny and ironic if it survives the tournament
you have no idea how much joy watching the chronicling of the gavlebocken brings me every year
hasgavlebockenburneddownyet provides an essential public service
always love seeing a bit of Swedish history on my dash 'Swedish bamboo season'
the goat account is peak gimmick blog
If I don't get to beat the goat then nobody does. -pointless-achievements
Never ask Tumblr to choose between lies and arson! The winner threatens by nature to rip apart the very fabric of our DNA!
goat statues made out of straw are exciting and interesting
I wanna see things burn
the goat is an essential part of tumblr culture and the goat blog is a sacred keeper of the tumblr high holidays
watching to see if the big straw goat has burned down each year is a true delight, something I never knew existed until tumblr and the blog dedicated to it
the incredibly focused nature of @/hasgavlebockenburneddownyet is what makes their gimmick superior.
Please guys bite gavlebocken
Look, I'm Danish. I was put on this earth to annoy the Swedes and vice versa, but even I voted for @/hasgavlebockenburneddownyet
gavlebocken is also such a fun name and this blog informed be about its existence, so for that I am grateful
hasgavlebockenburneddownyet is providing a vital service! Every year, people rely on their updates regarding the fate of our most beloved Yule Goat! How could they NOT deserve the win!?
sacred anti-corporate arson
a vote for gävlebocken is a vote for anarchy!
pls vote for them they're the funniest gimmick keeping track on the funniest phenomena in recent human history, like when i look at their acc i think to myself this is what tumblr was created for
the goat is the GOAT
HASGAVLEBOCKENBURNEDDOWNYET DESERVES TO WIN, I have them on post alert for a REASON
the holiday season wouldn't be the same without them
they do important reporting. Do you look at the news and be like 'the reporters aren't doing work they're just telling you whats happening.' Have some respect for the goat news
let the weird burnt sacrificial ritual of it all appeal to you
nothing makes my December more interesting, arson should win
doesn't barge in on other peoples posts which is always a good thing in my books. not a fan when obnoxious gimmick blogs turn a decent post into a garbled mess
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r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen Â
More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited
Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru
PART 2
r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_KentoÂ
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, heâd told you that heâd tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him.  Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. âNow, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,â He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. âAnd record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?â You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. âSay âYes, Professor!â and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.âÂ
r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_KamoÂ
Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. Heâd been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. âChoso?â you rasp, voice raw from screaming. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. Youâre about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. âNothinâ baby, jusâ gotta piss.â âT-then stop and go, hmââ you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. âStop and go to the bathroom Cho.â you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. âC-Choso?â âWhy would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.â Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy. Â
r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_SukunaÂ
âYou wanâ me to do what?â You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. âI asked you to stop suckinâ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.â He stares at you with a look that tells you he isnât truly asking. âB-but âKunaââ He grabs your throat. âDonât you wanna make me happy, hm?â You grab the hand around your neck. âMhm.â âThis âll make me happy, little girl,â He plants a firm kiss on your lips. âNow do as I told you, actually Iâll do it, I know you arenât the best at following orders.â He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. âYes, now lay there, donât move, donât speak.â Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion âKuna!â âShut up, dead bitches donât fuckinâ make sounds.â Â
r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_SatoruÂ
âSit on his cock love,â Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguruâs lap. âS-Satoru!â ââ Toru!â You and Geto screech at the same time. âCâmon guys, itâs fine I donât mind, Loosen up!â Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Donât worry, weâll have our turn. âI know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?â Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. âBaby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!â Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguruâs broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. âWas it? So, you arenât wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?â Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured âfuck this.â before grabbing your waist. âYes! Thatâs what I thought. Ha!â Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge. Â
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love and deepspace men when you (playfully) reject their kiss ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel
fluff, fluff, FLUFF
zayne
his kiss landed on the outer corner of your lips instead as you turned away at the very last second as he leaned in
he just stared at you for a solid five seconds.
âwas this because i left you on read this afternoon?â his voice was soft, uncertainty danced across his feature. you just shrugged, turning away from him to hide the smile youâve been trying really hard to suppress.
he grabbed a hold of your waist first, keeping you in place. he saw the shameless smile on your face, couldnât help but let out a little chuckle of his own. âshouldâve known.â
you laughed, âbut you did left me on read, how dare you?â his thumb moved up and down on your side as he made no change on his expression, like doing a gesture he didnât even realize doing it. âalright then, i apologize for not replying within twenty minutes, since i did give you a call as soon as i was available.â
you put your hands on either side of his cheeks, he leaned into the touch. of course, it didnât bothered you one bit when he didnât reply right away since you knew very well how demanding his job was.
you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, you could feel his little smile as you pulled away. âgood work today, zayne.â
âhm, then surely you would indulge me more of that for a moment longer?â
xavier
heâs quiet for a moment; he did kiss you, but he didnât know why youâd turn your head on the last second like that as he kissed you on the cheek instead.
he casted his gaze downwards, looking like a rejected kitten in a pouring rain searching for its owner.
your heart squeezed at the adorable act, lifting his chin with your palm. he tilted his head questioningly, the words was obvious on his face. did i do something wrong today? were you mad?
xavier stared at you as he recalled todayâs events, but he reached his wits end pretty fast since he still had no idea why youâd reject his kiss.
you then giggled at his clueless expression, and xavier immediately understood that youâre being playful. he let out a little sigh of relief, embracing you. his neck deep at the crook of your neck, his soft hair tickling you in the best way possible.
âyouâre too playful at times,â he mumbled, he looked like he had all the peace in the world. âsorry, will you forgive me?â you ran your fingers through the back of his head. âiâll forgive you if you promise not to reject my kiss ever again,â he said.
you laughed, âokay then, if you insist.â
rafayel
oh. he looked so offended beyond belief. youâd think someone had insulted his painting; a product from his passion and effort. but to think itâs just a face he made because you didnât want him to kiss you.
âi see what this is,â he started, the dramatic side of him just wouldnât let this slide. you challenged, âyeah? what is it?â
âyou tell me. this is just the beginning isnât it. first you reject my kiss, next thing i know youâd be packing your bags, telling me youâve fallen out of love.â he crossed his arms in front of his chest, his pout was the most exaggerated as itâs ever been.
you had to hold your laugh so hard, you covered your mouth with your fist. âit was just a kiss rafayel, i wasnât feeling it.â you replied, trying your best to sound serious.
âwasnât feeling it?â he gasped, like you just insulted his whole entire bloodline. he put up a palm in front of your face, like refraining you to say more controversial things. he took a deep breath to calm himself, âitâs fine, itâs not like i was eager to kiss you either.â he mumbled like he was talking to himself, although itâs obvious heâs being a little loud on purpose. also, lies. he practically bounced on air when he approached you.
finally a laugh escaped you, rafayel looked at you and he just fumed. âjust so you know i expect you to make up for all the emotional distress i just went through.â you laughed a little more as you grabbed a hold of his face. âi would kiss you many times to make it up but i think someone just said he wasnât really that eager to kiss me?â you raised an eyebrow.
his eyes lit up for a moment at the mention of a kiss, and next second he looked around frantically to make an excuse. âitâs okay i understand, fighting that many wanderers who make a lot of strange screeching noises? itâd disturb your hearing a little. i said i was eager to kiss you.â he smiled, nodding to himself. you laughed once more at his ridiculousness.
âsure, letâs go with that excuse.â you kissed him and when you pulled away he held your head, giving you multiple kisses before he let you go with a grin.
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI â° 5:48
Bakugouâs in his third year of high school when he finally invites you over to his house. The reason? To finish a calculus project.
Youâd think that after surviving through the hardships of being a hero-in-training together for three years, saving each otherâs lives (more often you were the one being saved than doing the saving, really), and whatnot, he wouldâve invited you sooner to his home (one could dream).
But this was Bakugou, after all.
And he knew that something was off the moment he left you to share a conversation with his mom while he went to get his books from his roomâthe greatest mistake he could have ever done because by the time heâs making his way back, Bakugou could hear you snickering to yourself.
Not a good sign.
âIâm not going to lie; you looked hideous when you were a baby,â you say, reading through Bakugouâs baby album.
Bakugou froze. He had absolutely no idea why his mother would cave in and give you the godforsaken album from when he was young, but of course she wouldâve agreed with your request to see it if you did so much as mention it.
He dropped the books heâd grabbed from on top of his desk on top of the living room table before whipping his attention towards you, an indignant scoff escaping through his nose before he took a few slow, but heavy stomps over to youâpractically snatching the album from your grasp when heâs within reach.
âStop looking through those stupid pictures.â
âHey! I wasnât finished,â you reply with a frown. âYouâre lucky my phoneâs battery just died, or else I wouldâve taken a billion photos.â
Bakugouâs jaw clenched slightly as he grumbled curses under his breath, trying to flip through the album in his hands to make sure you hadnât managed to sneak a photo outâa small sigh of relief rolling off of his tongue to find that, luckily, it was still how his parents had done it.
He shot a glare over towards you, stuffing the album back into its original spot on one of the bookshelves, his nose crinkling as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
âDonât care; tell anyone what you saw, and youâll drop dead,â he tells you.
âOh, but how could I not? That photo albumâs like hitting the jackpotâso many super ultra rare photocards of you,â you gushed, blatantly disregarding his usual threat. âCome on, I wanna see the rest!â
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
Bakugou knew the damn photos were in the back of the album. There were probably a handful of the ones where he was in the bathtub, butt-nakedâa common photo in most photo albums heâs seen, at least. Other photos include when he was three years old and wore an All Might onesie for his birthday, pictures of him during his school recital where he was the prince, him with a bald haircut, and so much more blackmail material.Â
It was humiliating, for goodness sake! And he knew youâd just tease him mercilessly if you saw it.
Youâll never let him live it down, so itâs best to deprive you of it.
âDonât come at me for saying this, but I was the cutest baby in our village back then,â you told him proudly. âHad the roundest cheeks and brightest smile, trust.â
Bakugou rolled his eyes, a huff of air forcing itself past his lips. That was one thing about you that he couldnât stand; you were so full of yourself most of the timeâyouâd always been like that, and he absolutely loathed it. It could be that it reminds him of himself, so the competitive meter on his head just flares whenever heâs around you.
âI doubt you were even 1% of how adorable I was as a baby.â
âHave you seen me?â you gestured to your face with your hands to emphasize your facial features.Â
âIâm still as cute even now. And no offense, Bakugou,â you giggled, âyou looked like a wrinkly raisin on your first few days on this Earth.â
Bakugouâs smirk dropped. Heâd almost forgotten that you had seen the stupid pictures already.
âShut the hell up. It wasnât that bad.â He muttered quietly, his hands balling into frustrated fists. His parents always assured him that he was a cute kid when he was smallâbut to hear that YOU of all people, are in disagreement with that is just aggravating.
âFine, fine. Quits it is,â you hum. âLetâs do that calculus project so I can get home before sunset.â
Bakugou grumbled something inaudible under his breath, reluctantly nodding his head in agreement. There was no point in arguing about something so idioticâafter all, both of you were there to get a project done, not to sit around and bicker about his past.
He took a few steps over to the living room table before plopping down on the polished floor ungracefully, yanking out his notes before he gestured his hand over towards the free space next to him.
âSit down. Letâs just get this thing done and over with already.â
Bakugou had already started working silently by the time you sat down; his hand was writing almost furiously as he copied equations onto his paper. He kept his attention focused on his notes, trying to stay quiet as he focused completely on completing the project.
He eventually stopped writing for a moment, turning his gaze over to glance at what you were doing before clicking his tongue at the sight. Bakugou could already see a few mistakes youâd made with your work.
âYouâre doing it wrong,â he says.
âWait, Iâve barely turned on the calculator, jeez.â You shook your head, solving the equation through your calculator.
âAnd thatâs how I know youâre doing it wrong.â Bakugou huffed, shaking his own head in disappointment.Â
âFormula first before adding 1.3.â
He pulled out a pen and began scribbling down on his own paper, glancing at yours every once in a while to compare the work. He knew from his experience that you were decent at math (heâd rather die than tell you that), but this was just pitiful even by your standards.
âHave you been dozing off during Ectoplasmâs class?â
âOuch. Do you have a personal grudge against keeping the not-so-nice stuff from leaving your mouth?â you sigh. âYouâre hurting my feelingsâ Iâm devastated.â
He had a feeling youâd say something like that, and he was prepared to ignore your attempts at gaining sympathy from him.
âUnfortunately, youâll fucking live,â Bakugou says, scribbling down the last of his work before turning it towards you. âAnd learn how to solve equations too, while youâre at it.â
âI know how to do it; calm down.â You huff, rewriting your solutions.
Bakugou raised a skeptical eyebrow, his head tilting with a hint of disbelief. Even if he knew you were capable of doing math, you had a bad habit of missing even the smallest details, like the operation to be used in your work, leading to the wrong answers.
His eyes scanned over the work youâd written on your paper before letting out a small huff. âLooks right. Are you done with your half?â
âYep, yep. Are you going to write it down on our answer sheet, or should I do it?â you offered.
Bakugou glanced down at the answer sheet set to the side before picking it up and nodding. He was already holding a pen while you were still using a pencil, so it would make more sense for him to be the one to write it all down.
He began copying down the answers slowly and carefully, each number being written out with ease as his eyes flicked back and forth from the worksheet to the sheet of answers.
With him busy jotting down the answers, you occupied yourself with taking in the interior of his living room. It was beautiful, neat, and just screamed richânot really what you expected (you really didnât know what to expect, honestly). âYâknow,â you mention, glancing around. âYou have a nice house.â
Bakugou hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes remaining focused on his task. It kind of took him by surprise to hear you say something out of the blueâabout his house, no less. Heâd fully expected you to talk about something else, like school or that new show youâve been begging him to watch.
It went against what Bakugou had originally thought, which led him to look over at you from the corner of his eye, silently raising an eyebrow in a silent question.
âYeah, I guess itâs a nice house,â he said casually, his pen continuing to move over the paper. His penmanship was neat, and Bakugou hears you in awe.Â
Bakugou continued to finish writing down the last of the answers, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed you looking around his house. It was obvious what was happening, but he decided to ignore it in favor of just getting the godforsaken project done.
He finished soon enough, his pen rolling back with a click before he leaned back a little and let out a small huff. âWeâre done. Finally.â
âNice, nice.â Glancing at your watch, you concluded, âI should get home.â
Bakugou was silent, rolling his shoulders and neck before glancing out of the nearby window. The sun had already begun to set over the sky, the day quickly slipping away into the night.
âYeah, whatever. You need me to walk you home or something?â He asks gruffly.
âNah, Iâm good. I need to say goodbye to your parents, too.â
Bakugou watched as you packed up all of your belongings, a scoff rolling off of his tongue. It felt almost weird to be civil with each other, neither of you having taken jabs or making snarky remarks to taunt one another.Â
âAlright, fine,â he finally said, standing up from his seat and stuffing his hands into his pockets. âLetâs go find my parents then.â
He led you down the hall and into the kitchen area, his ears vaguely picking up the sounds of his mother and father talking amongst themselves about⌠something. He couldnât tell what exactly, and frankly, he barely even cared.
âMom, Dad.â He spoke up, capturing the attention of his parents.Â
Mitsuki looked over at him, a smile spreading across her face. Masaru looked in the same direction, a warm smile forming on his face as well.
âThank you for having me, Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou,â you said in gratitude. âIâll be going home now before it gets too late.â
His parents shared a hum in acknowledgment, with his mother being the one to speak up first. She had a knowing grin on her face as she clasped her hands together, her eyes flickering over to her son.
âYouâre welcome. You should come over more often,â Mitsuki said enthusiastically, her voice taking on a slightly smug tone.
Masaru laughed as he nodded in agreement. He gave a knowing look to his wife before he looked back over at you. âYou should join us for dinner; we already made enough for you to join us.â
âIâd love to, sir, but my folks are waiting for me at home,â you answered sheepishly.
Bakugou noticed the glance his parents exchanged and immediately knew what they were thinking. He almost grumbled in frustration, already knowing that theyâd ask him about you later after you left.
His mother spoke up once again, her smug grin growing wider. âYouâre always welcome here,â she repeated, her eyes flickering over to her son as her voice came out teasing. âAfter all, Katsukiâs always in a âbetterâ mood when youâre around.â
âI wouldnât doubt it, ma'am. Iâm a joy to be around, after all,â you lightly joked, though you still maintained a respectful tone.
His parents were easier to get along with than you thought.
Bakugouâs eye twitched in annoyance at your words, almost making him want to quip back at your cocky behavior. However, it was the sound of his motherâs sudden laughter that stopped him from doing so.
Mitsuki mother put her hand up to her mouth briefly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she continued to chuckle. The expression on her face was elated, and it was pissing him off even more, knowing whatâs to come.Â
âI like this one,â she said, grinning from ear to ear.
Masaru added, âAnd clearly, so does Kaââ
âAll right! They need to get going to catch the shitty train.â
By the time Bakugou accompanied you to the door, he had this obvious scowl on his face. âYouâre never cominâ back here again, dipshit.â
âWhaâ no fair! Why am I getting banned from the Bakugou residence when this is my first time here?â you replied.
âShut up,â he grunts. âI could do whatever the hell I want because itâs my house, too.â
âToo bad I have your Momâs numberââ
âDelete that.â
âHeyâ waiâ no way!â
It was not the last time you were ever invited to the Bakugou residence.
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Christmas Present
featuring. viktor x afab!reader
warnings. MDNI SMUT (18+), reader wearing lingerie, riding, praising, unprotected sex, blowjob, creampie, viktor being obsessed with hearing the bell you are wearing, soft sex, bondage (m. receiving), breeding, begging and whining, aftercare at the end
requested by anon (combined the christmas and the riding viktor requests)
a/n. got lazy at the end :(
The workshop was unusually quiet for the evening, a rare stillness settling over the room. The only sounds were the faint hum of machines idling in the background and the soft creak of Viktorâs cane as he approached the workbench. You could hear his measured steps echoing off the walls, the rhythm unhurried, likely lost in some grand idea. You smiled to yourself, anticipation bubbling as you sat in his chair, carefully positioning yourself for the reveal.
The lingerie you wore was festive yet bold, a delicate mix of red and green fabric that hugged your curves. A small, golden bow sat perfectly in the center of your sternum, just above a jingling bell that chimed softly with every shift of your body. You felt equal parts daring and nervous, unsure how Viktor might react to such an unconventional âgift.â But you knew him, beneath his composed exterior lay a man brimming with emotions he often kept restrained. Tonight, you intended to bring those emotions to the surface.
Viktor called your name, his voice carrying an affectionate cadence as it bounced through the workshop. âAre you here? I thought we agreed to meet for dinner, notâŚhide in my workshop.â His words were laced with amusement, though there was an edge of curiosity.
You waited until you heard the soft click of the door closing behind him before turning the chair around slowly. His amber eyes widened at the sight of you, his steps faltering as though he had forgotten how to walk. For a moment, he simply stared, his mouth parting slightly before snapping shut. His fingers gripped the handle of his cane tightly, and you could see the muscles in his jaw flex as he struggled to find words.
âViktor,â you said softly, your voice laced with playful confidence. âMerry Christmas.â
He took a shaky breath, his eyes roaming over you. It was hesitant at first, as though he were unsure if he was allowed to look, but soon lingering on every detail. The red and green satin, the bow, the golden bell. It all seemed to render him completely speechless. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and when he finally managed to speak, his voice was a hushed whisper.
âY-you look stunning,â he stammered, his accent thick, each word tinged with awe. âI did not expect this. You areâŚmy present?â
You nodded, your lips curving into a teasing smile. âDo you like it?â
His steps were hesitant as he moved closer, his cane tapping lightly against the floor. When he reached the chair, he leaned down, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, knuckles white with the effort it took not to touch you. His breath was warm against your face, and his amber eyes, usually so focused and calculating, now shimmered with a mix of love and unspoken need.
âYou are beautiful,â he murmured, his voice barely audible. His gaze flickered to the golden bell resting against your sternum. A small, almost mischievous smile played at the corners of his lips as he reached out, his fingers brushing the bell lightly. The soft chime it produced sent a shiver down your spine, and Viktorâs eyes darkened at the sound. âThought of everything,â he said, his tone warm yet trembling slightly. âEven this small detailâŚtoo much for me, my love.â
You reached up, your fingers curling around the edges of his vest and tugging him closer. His body stiffened for a moment before he gave in, leaning closer until your noses were nearly touching. His gaze flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes, his internal battle written all over his face.
âAre you just going to stand there and admire me, or are you going to do something about it?â you teased, your voice a soft purr as your fingers trailed down from his shoulders to his chest. Lowering down to his stomach.
Viktor let out a shaky laugh, his lips twitching as though he wanted to smile but couldnât quite manage it. âTaking my breathe away,â he said, his voice low and filled with a mix of reverence and amusement. âYou know this, yes?â
âOf course,â you replied, your eyes locking with his as you leaned back slightly in the chair, giving him a better view of your figure. âNow, are you going to unwrap your present, or should I do it for you?â
Viktorâs breath hitched, and for a moment, he simply stared at you, as though trying to commit every detail to memory. Then, with a determination that sent a thrill through you, he straightened and moved his hands from the armrests to your thighs, his touch was light. His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns against the satin fabric, his movements reverent.
âMy pretty gift,â he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. âNot just tonight, but always. How did I ever deserve you?â
âYou donât have to deserve me, Viktor,â you replied, your voice equally soft as you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing against his cheekbones. âYou just have to love me.â
âI do,â he said, his voice firm now, his amber eyes locking with yours. âMore than I can ever express.â
You smiled, your heart swelling at his words. You tugged him closer again, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was slow at first but quickly deepened. Viktorâs hands gripped your thighs more firmly, his restraint slipping as he poured every ounce of his love and need into the kiss. The bell at your sternum chimed softly as you shifted, the sound blending with the faint hum of the workshopâs machines. Viktor pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, âThe sound⌠It is perfect. Just like you.â
Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you smiled against his lips. âMerry Christmas, Viktor,â you murmured.
âAnd to you, my love,â he replied, his voice full of warmth and promise as he leaned in for another kiss, the workshop fading away as the two of you lost yourselves in each other.
Viktor's breath lingered against your lips as he leaned in again, his hand cupping your jaw delicately. His kiss was featherlight at first, as though he were savoring the taste of you, committing every moment to memory. The softness of his lips, the way his thumb brushed against your cheek. It was achingly tender, his care evident in every movement. Time seemed to stretch as the two of you stayed like that, exchanging gentle kisses that grew slower, deeper, more meaningful with each passing moment.
Viktor's free hand found its way to your shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of the delicate strap of your lingerie. His other hand remained steady on your jaw, holding you as if you might disappear at any moment. When he finally pulled back, it wasn't far. His forehead rested against yours, and his amber eyes gazed into yours. His breathing was uneven, each exhale mingling with yours as the two of you stayed in this shared bubble of intimacy.
"You are..." he started, his voice hushed but thick with emotion, "you are more than I could have ever dreamed of. Sometimes I wonder if this is all some invention of my mind."
You chuckled softly, your hand rising to brush a strand of hair away from his face. "This is very real," you murmured, your voice filled with affection. "And so am I."
His lips curved into a faint smile, but the look in his eyes was serious, filled with love and awe. He nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over your face as though he were memorizing every detail. Then, without another word, he leaned in again, this time closing the distance with a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was as though a dam had broken. His lips moved against yours with a new passion, every kiss filled with a need that had been simmering under the surface. His hand left your shoulder to slide down to your waist, pulling you closer against him. The kiss deepened, his tongue brushing against yours, and a soft hum of pleasure escaped you, which only seemed to spur him on.
Viktor pulled back briefly, just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes darkened with desire as they met yours. "You make it hard to think straight," he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent, sending a thrill through you.
"Isnât that the point?" you teased, your voice soft but breathless as you pulled him closer, your arms wrapping around his neck. "Seems like Iâm doing something right."
His response was a soft laugh, but it quickly dissolved as he dove back into the kiss, this time with even more passion. His hands slid around your waist, holding you firmly yet gently, and with a surprising strength, he lifted you out of the chair. Your body pressed flush against his as his arms wrapped around you, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. You yelped his name, surprised by the sudden action.
He only smiled, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. "Sure, full of surprises tonight," he murmured, "but two can play that game."
He turned, carefully sitting back in the chair while positioning you to straddle his lap. The new position made your breath hitch as your knees settled on either side of him, your bodies impossibly close. His hands settled on your waist again, holding you steady as his gaze roamed over you, lingering on the golden bell nestled against your chest.
The corner of his mouth quirked upward, and he reached out to flick the bell lightly again. The soft chime it produced seemed to echo through the workshop, and his eyes flicked back to yours, filled with mischief. "I like this sound," he admitted, his voice a little rough. "I may want to hear it more."
Your cheeks heated at his words, and you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. "You'll have to work for that," you teased, your fingers slipping under the edge of his vest, brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt.
Viktor's breath faltered as your hand brushed against him, his fingers tightening around your waist with a quiet intensity. "Everything about you is a temptation," he said softly, his voice laced with both admiration and desire.
You smiled up at him, a hint of playfulness in your eyes. "I think you're just weak for me," you teased, your voice tender and full of warmth.
His only response was another kiss, this one searing in its intensity. Your hands wandered further, slipping under his shirt to trace the lines of his torso. His body tensed slightly under your touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding up your back and pulling you even closer against him.
The golden bell jingled softly with every movement, a reminder of the festive occasion, but the two of you were far too lost in each other to notice much else. Viktor's lips left yours to trail down your jaw, his kisses soft but deliberate as he moved to your neck. You tilted your head to the side, giving him better access, and a soft sigh escaped you as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. You whined slightly, your hands tangling in his hair as he continued his care.
"Yes, my love?" he replied, his voice a soft whisper against your skin.
"Keep going, please-" you begged, your voice barely audible but filled with need.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. "I had no intention of doing so," he assured you, his lips trailing back up to capture yours again in another passionate kiss.
Viktorâs hands slid down to your waist, gripping you more firmly as he pressed you closer against him. The movement was slow but deliberate, and your body instinctively followed his lead, your hips shifting to meet his. The only thing separating the two of you was the thin layer of fabric you wore.
He smiled faintly, though the intensity in his gaze never wavered. One of his hands trailed upward, brushing against the small of your back before settling there, holding you steady as he encouraged your movements with a subtle shift of his hips. The friction elicited a soft moan from you, and Viktorâs grip tightened slightly in response.
The sound of the golden bell ringing faintly between you only heightened the moment, the delicate chime contrasting with the growing intensity of your shared passion. Viktorâs lips left yours to trail along your jawline, leaving a path of warm, lingering kisses. When he reached the curve of your neck, his lips hovered there for a moment, his breath hot against your skin.
â...so perfect,â he murmured, his voice a mixture of reverence and longing.
Your heart swelled at his words, and you tilted your head to the side, giving him better access. âThat's sweet of you to say,â you replied, your voice soft but playful.
Viktor let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your neck. âSweet, hmm?â he said, his tone laced with a teasing edge. âYou may find I am not so sweet after all.â
âViktor,â you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as you leaned closer, your lips brushing against his ear.
His response was a shaky exhale, his head dipping forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. âIt is you,â he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. âYou make everything, every moment, so much more.â
You couldnât help the smile that spread across your face, your hands moving from his shoulders to cup his face. You guided his gaze back to yours, your thumb brushing lightly against his cheek. Viktor didnât need to be told twice. His lips found yours again, and the two of you lost yourselves in each other, the rest of the world fading away. The chair creaked softly beneath you, but neither of you paid it any mind. All that mattered was the shared warmth between you, the unspoken promises conveyed in every kiss, every touch, every whispered breath.
His hands began to roam your body, not leaving a single part untouched. You began reaching down to undo the buttons of his trousers, and when you finally undid all of them, Viktor stopped. Looking at you in the eyes with a soft and kind expression. âMy love, do you want to continue?
Then you slowly began stroke his cock starting with the tip, your thumb pressing lightly. This earned a ragged groan from him as he leaned his head back against the back of the chair.
âY-you have⌠experience in everything donât you? he whispered against your ear as your hand moved down to the base, pumping him a few times. Now that you actually look at it, itâs longer than what you thought. It has been so long since you found time to do this. He would always be so busy with his inventions, meeting with the council, etc.
Taking his now hard cock into your hand, you hovered over his hips. Your arousal was sticky, the soft layer that separated the two of you, clinging to your body. Then Viktor looped it around his finger, moving it to the side. âGo on,â he whispered his amber eyes looking at your with such love and desire. He took your smaller hand into his, helping you align his cock between your folds. âLet me help you.â
Oh, how you loved the way he looked at you. Maintaining eye contact while intimate always made you blush inside. Viktor began to slide it between your slick folds a few times, collecting the wetness that lingered before setting the thin fabric aside again. He pushed his tip slowly and antagonizing, as the two of you moaned softly. Leaning forward you flushed your chest against his, resting you head of his shoulder. He got ahold of your hips with a firm grip, slipping the palm of his hands towards the bottom of your ass.
He looked at you as he leaned toward you, his head laid on yours. Kissing you temple, as his lips brushed against your ear, reassuringly. âDoing alright, my love?â
You didnât want to respond. Well, more like you couldnât the overwhelming pleasure was too much for you so you just nodded in agreement. With that he began to lower you down, his cock slowly filling you up to the hilt. His long length being wrapped tightly by your walls, he wanted to let out a moan. But all that came out was a shaky sigh.
He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, each thrust causing soft, wet squelching sounds as your bodies met. The sound of your skin slapping was a reminder of how deeply he was filling you, every thrust a testament to the care he took in making sure you felt each inch of him. His pace was measured, slow, but intense. He was lost in the way your body responded to him, how tight and warm you were around him.
Every time he thrusted upwards, the golden bell that laid on your chest rang more loudly. It was like it ignited something in his that make his go slower but harder. He wanted to hear that bell ring more. The harder you bounced on his cock, the louder the bell rang. His chair creaked at the hinges from each impact.
Viktor kissed you slowly starting from the edge of your shoulder towards the end of your collarbone. Leaving wet kisses as he traveled up your neck, and finally reaching your jawline. His hand moving up between the valley of your chest. When he reached the precious bell, he flickered it with his fingers. Ding Ding Ding.
You had an idea, very brilliant one. Slowly you lifted yourself up from his hips, his cock falling limp. He looked up at you with curiosity.
He cupped your gently, âWhere are you going?â he said softly, that it make your heart flutter even though you were in a compromising position. You didnât say anything yet, thinking about how you were going to put your idea into words. A few seconds had passed before you could get the courage to ask.
âWhereâs the ribbons at?â you asked, looking away shyly, not making eye contact with him.
âThe satin ribbons we used for wrapping some of the presents?-â he replied, pondering trying to reach the depths of his mind to see if he can remember where he last placed them, unaware of your intentions.
You nodded yes, as he pointed towards a wooden cabinet near the table the two of you sat by. Walking over, with your legs trembling and weak, you reached the doors opening them with a creak. It was an old cabinet for sure. There were the ribbons, in the center with its pink satin colors slightly glowing with the dim lights. You picked it up and walked towards Viktor who was still siting in his chair, with somewhat of exhaustion lingering in his face.
Trying your best as you maintained eye contact, you lightly tied the ribbons around your chest. Once it was softly secure against your body with a bow finishing it off, you sat on his lap again.
Viktorâs hands, still gentle yet trembling with restraint, hovered over your waist as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. The soft golden glow of the workshop lamps illuminated his tousled hair, casting shadows on his face that only deepened the intensity in his eyes. His breaths were shallow, and though his posture remained collected, you could feel the weight of his emotions beneath the surface.
âI⌠cannot do this to you,â he murmured into your ear, his voice thick. Accent curling around every word like a warm embrace. His eyes darted toward the ribbon tied loosely around your chest, the bell at its center giving a soft chime as you shifted.
You tilted your head, confused by the sudden hesitation. âWhy not?â you asked, voice teasing but with curiosity.
Viktor pulled back slightly, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that took your breath away. âBecauseâŚâ He hesitated, his lips parting as if searching for the right words. âYou are no gift to be unwrapped and claimed. You are so much more than that. I cannot bear to treat you as though you are anything less than my equal.â
His confession caught you off guard, your heart squeezing at the sincerity in his tone. There was something achingly vulnerable in the way he spoke, as if the very idea of reducing you to a âpresentâ was an slur to the depth of his feelings for you.
The playful grin on your face softened into something more tender. âOh-,â you whispered, running your fingers through his hair, your touch gentle. âThat might be the sweetest thing youâve ever said to me.â
A flicker of a smile touched his lips, though his blush deepened. âI mean every word,â he said softly, his fingers brushing over the edge of the ribbon with reverence. âButâŚâ His gaze turned quite mischievous, his golden eyes glinting with newfound confidence. âIf it must be someone, then tie me up instead.â
Your eyebrows raised at his suggestion, heat rushing to your cheeks. âYou?â
âWhy not?â His tone was soft, but his words carried a daring edge. âIf you are to tease me like this, then it is only fair I surrender myself to your whims. Let me be yours.â The image of Viktor, bound in ribbons and entirely at your mercy, sent a delicious shiver down your spine. You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his in a featherlight kiss before pulling back, your smile playful.
âYouâre serious?â
His gaze never wavered. âFor you? Of course, Iâm always serious.â The boldness in his reply sent warmth flooding through you, and without hesitation, you reached for the loose ribbon on your chest, pulling it free with a gentle tug. It slid from your skin, the bell giving one last soft chime before you wrapped it around your hands.
âLetâs see how you handle being my present,â you slightly teased, looping the ribbon around his arms. Strapping them to the arms rest of the chair. Once you finished tying him up (with the finishing touches being bows on each side), you went on your knees placing you hands on his thighs. Caressing them upwards until it reached his glistening length.
One of your hands eagerly ran from base to shaft, the other resting comfortably on his thigh as your lips eagerly sucked on the tip. Biting your lower lip, you pulled your eyes away just for a second to glance at how evident he was. His length had gained its strength. You just canât help the smile that breaks over your face. You were staring up at him through your eyelashes as you work your hands and mouth. His breath is shaking, as you go to lick up his length he quickly brings a hand towards your hair to curl into your head.
âFuck.â he whispered out, so much pleasure building already with the added height of fear of someone walking in at anytime. Bursting through the door, like someone would always do.
Removing yourself briefly you locked eyes with him. âYou are sure enjoying yourself, huh?â you let out a small chuckle, lightly scraping your teeth while looking back up at him with am innocent smile.
âS-stop teasing-â he softly stuttered, his hand laced back into your hair pushing you back down on his length.
You pressed your lips against the head of his cock, tongue darting out to taste the precum there. You gave kitten licks, wrapping your hand around the base and giving his length gentle pumps.
You maintained the eye contact, looking up at him while kissing his sensitive skin. Your free hand massaged his leg, up and down his thigh to ease the pain there and earning you another pleased sigh from his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.
He groaned, sagging back into his chair. As you continued, your hand found his, lacing your fingers together to ground himself. He let out soft moans, bucking his hips a bit as he muttered sweet nothings you couldnât understand.
Taking his tip into your mouth, you began to lap and suck it before pushing yourself further. As you continued, he got louder without hesitation (though it wasn't loud enough it could be heard through the door) and more whinier.
He whined, moaning your name as softly. His muscles tensed as he gripped the arms of the chair, hard enough to make his knuckles go white. His chest moved upwards, voice breaking as he begged you to slow down between more broken begging of your name.
You ignored them, tears beginning to build and spill from your eyes as your own body demanded an end to the constant badgering at the back of your throat. He groaned loudly; your only warning before he was coming, thick, hot streams jetting into your mouth. You whimpered slightly.
His eyes are soft, almost shy. âLet me return the favor,â he says as he lifts up his head to look down at you, his voice low, warm. With careful movements, you stood up from your knees which were slightly red due to the hard floor as you straddled him once again.
You melted into him, feeling safe and loved. âIs there anything you want for Christmas?â Viktor asks, his voice hesitant, as though heâs unsure of what youâll say.
You think for a moment, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "I want you to be a father," you say quietly, your heart full of warmth as you look into his eyes.
Viktorâs face flushes a deep red, his grip tightening gently around the chairs armrest. He looks at you as if processing your words, his expression both surprised and touched. Slowly, he adjusts you, making sure youâre comfortable as you straddle his lap once more. then you remembered that you hadn't came yet, so its a perfect opportunity.
Sinking down his sensitive length you let out a moan, your hands gripped the bottom of his vest. Viktor began to breath heavily, matching yours perfectly. Burying himself deep inside of you, wanting so badly to pull you into a hug. Sadly, his hands were still restrained. He whined against your lips, "C-can you untie the bows, Please-"
"Sorry Goldie, No can do," you said teasingly with a soft voice, wiggling your finger no towards his face.
He kept hitting the perfect spot, over and over again. It felt amazing. You leaned towards him, hands resting on his chest. Then you laid your head over his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He desperately wanted to hug you back that it was painfully noticeable. How he moved his head, caressing it against your arm. Smelling your scent of vanilla bean and coconut oil as he ran his big slightly curvy nose bumping on your forearm.
âCan you please untie me, my loveâ he begged once again, his hips bucking against yours delicately. The way he looked at you with the softness in his amber eyes. Oh, you couldnât resist much. Barely lasting more than 5 minutes having his hands tied up, such a desperate man. Leaning back slightly with his cock still inside of you, you began to untie the bows. Luckily, you didnât tie them tightly around his wrists so they easily came off in seconds.
Immediately, his hands went straight to your ass again, like earlier. This time however he spread them wider, the pleasure overwhelming his senses unable to fully control his grip on you. As he thrusted upwards, he set a slighter faster but nevertheless harder pace.
Viktor's hand slip up to the small on your back, pulling you towards his chest. All you could do was lay against him as he continued his pace. Occasionally you would bounce on him, nearly pulling out before going back down. But it was very difficult to keep up with him as he desperately tried to find his own release inside of you after a longing of teasing. This would also will be the first time tonight for you. The ringing of the bell intensified with every thrust.
Clutching at his black button-up shirt, now stained with your tears of pleasure and a bit of drool. As you finally started to find your own release, the lewd squelching sounds were present in the room. Moans and soft gasps were all that could be heard from the two of you alongside the whispered of encourage he would speak into your ear.
Youâre doing so good.
Taking me so well.
With every second that passed by, the closer your climax was. It was a close call though seconds apart, but you were the first one. Squirting on his cock with some of it dripping down to his pants as it spilled out of you. Then he came inside of you, shooting his load deep inside. Filling you up to the brim, hoping that with this your Christmas wish would come true in the next 9 months.
He caressed your back as he pulled you off him, sitting you back on his lap. Soaked by your arousal, luckily his pants were black.
âBest gift ever.â he simply said as he smiled, looking at your face that rested on his shoulder in exhaustion. Ringing the bell on your chest with his slender fingers, once again.
You sat on his lap, your legs tucked to one side, cradled securely by his strong arm wrapped around your waist. His other hand rested lightly on your thigh, his thumb brushing idle patterns your soft skin. Your head rested against his shoulder, and his faint scent surrounded you into the present. Viktorâs heartbeat was steady beneath your ear, and the rise and fall of his chest matched your own.
"Youâre quiet," he murmured, his voice soft and slightly raspy. "Are you alright, my love?"
You tilted your head to look up at him, his amber eyes meeting yours with a mix of concern and adoration. "Iâm fine," you whispered, your lips curving into a small smile. "Just...happy."
A rare, genuine smile tugged at Viktorâs lips, and his hand moved to cup your cheek, his fingers gentle and warm. "Good," he said simply, but the weight behind the word spoke volumes.
His eyes studied you, his gaze lingering on the faint flush of your cheeks and the way your lashes fluttered as you looked at him. "You take such good care of me," he continued, his tone tinged with both gratitude and guilt.
His thumb brushed over your cheek, and his expression softened further. Viktorâs hand slid from your cheek to your back, pulling you closer until your foreheads rested together. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, and you closed your eyes, letting the world outside the lab fade away.
"Stay like this a little longer," he whispered, his voice a gentle plea.
"Iâm not going anywhere," you promised, your hand finding its way to his chest, where you felt the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.
His lips brushed your temple in a featherlight kiss, and you felt him relax further beneath you, his body molding against yours as if you were two pieces of the same puzzle. For a man who often carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, you holding him close to your heart, was the best gift you could ask for.
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