#reading things and seeing the 'poor thing' (said with so much love and softness and pity before Taking Care Of Someone) is like
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pet name/terms of endearment tier list
s tier: good boy, puppy, sweet thing, poor thing (said in a fake pity voice and with so much love)
i was going to continue this post but then my brain melted from thinking of pet names too hard. thats the post. thank you for. coming to my ted talk
#reading things and seeing the 'poor thing' (said with so much love and softness and pity before Taking Care Of Someone) is like#like. like. minecraft lightning to tha dick i fear. in its intensity and sudden ness#perhaps im weak. however#sillyposting......
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soft-tummy simon riley save me⌠cause you cannot look at that man and tell me he doesnât love to eat!! like, a constant snacker. and his heart absolutely swells when you indulge so heavily in his needs.
itâs practically his love language, to scarf down anything you put on the table in front of him, and you can certainly tell since now heâs not nearly in the same shape as he was when you found him.
he likes to think youâve fixed him in a way; spending his evenings cuddling in bed for hours on end with you, rather than heading to the gym for the second time that day to burn off dinner. thanking you for the savory meal with kisses all over instead of fighting off the impulse to purge his usual bland chicken breast and vegetables every night.
and it all hits him far, far deeper than just his gut; feeling it in his heart more than the soft layer of fat blanketing his tummy he has to see in the mirror every morning. just the fact that a sweet thing like you wants to take care of him, ensure he eats plentiful yet still healthy for his work, has him whipped. showering him with endless i love youâs and praising him all up and down until his cheeks tint a light, flustered pink and his dick gets achingly hard in his pants.
he wonât pretend the change was easy on him, seeing the clean-cut abs and fit appearance that made him feel young fade away the further you got into your relationship, but heâd also be a filthy liar if he said he didnât prefer the pros to his current build way more.
simon begins wearing shirts less around the house on his lazy days, at your lovely request of course, and it does feel quite freeing. especially when heâs able to come up behind you in the kitchen, cage you in with his burly arms, bend you over the counter and fuck you senseless because part of the deal was that his shirts would go to you, and with nothing but your lace panties on underneath.
he canât help but get riled up seeing you walk around like that, and youâre no saint either when you catch a glimpse of his broad chest and relaxed, pillowy belly as he reads the morning newspaper. you tend to drop to your knees and tug at his boxers faster than he can even greet you properly, showing him just how much you love him.
he loves eating you out more than anything, especially with a full tummy after a late meal. youâll take his and your empty plates to the kitchen to clean up, but youâre being bent over the counter before you can even wipe it down!! and squealing his name in surprise wonât stop him, nor will your giggles as heâs lifting the skirt of your dress to reveal your pretty ass, getting down on his knees and delving right in.
dragging his tongue through your drenched seam, grinning softly against your skin when you jolt and whine out of sensitivity. tongue-fucking your pretty, tight hole only for a moment before heâs returning to messily play with your swollen clit.
and you just know itâs entirely selfish, simon not even paying mind to the way your legs shake and relentlessly convulse and you can barely stay still because his stubble is unceasingly tickling your inner thighs. making you cum until you canât anymore, and heâs happily forced to carry your numbed, twitchy body to bed so you can catch your breath and rest while he finishes up the chores.
would probably send you off by say something clichĂŠ about you being his favorite dessert. heâs so stupid when heâs horny.
simon is weak for when you ride his stomach, with both his hands planted firmly on your hips as you rub your bare pussy back and forth on his hard abdomen. his hidden muscles become more apparent the longer you go at it and the harder he holds you down, little whimpers spilling from your puffy lips as the light hairs coating his tummy create just the perfect amount of friction to your poor, little clit for that hot, familiar sensation in your lower belly to bubble up.
your hands clawing at his chest and shoulders, leaving lines and crescent indents in his skin that soon turn red in their wake, and the pain only turns him on more, his cock excruciatingly hard, long hums of pleasure omitting straight from his throat as he grits his teeth.
âyeah, thatâs it, sweetheartâthereâs my dirty girl. jusâ keep goinâ for me now, donât stop⌠make yourself cum without me touchinâ you down there, ând then iâll fuck you real nicely after. alright, princess?â
and you soon follow through with just that, nodding decorously with tears welling at your eyesâ waterlines before youâre lurching forward, crying out his name. thighs giving out and fighting to ride out your orgasm, where simon then saves you with his attentive grip on your hips, finishing the job for you rather recklessly.
âgood fuckin��� girl⌠yâdid so well for me, love,â and every other gruff, dragged word of praise in his vocabulary echos in your fuzzy mind as you come down from your high.
youâre still catching your breath, fulling laying on his chest by the time heâs inching you backwards whilst taking his hard dick out from his boxers. lifting your weak hips for you as he whispers small, reassuring hushes right by your ear, soothing your winces as he fully sheathes you on his thick cock, inch by fucking inch.
he fucks himself up into you, not daring to make you overwork your body anymore, and he handles you so delicately you could almost fall asleep on his mattress of a body. you crumble to pieces with the vibrations of his chest from his unending groaning, the feeling of his veiny and rough cock stretching and filling you to the brim almost becoming minute compared to the sleepiness washing over you.
âthere ya go, pretty⌠donât haveâta do any work now, jusâ like i promised, eh?â he coos, and he could feel you smiling against his collarbone. one of his large hands cradles the back of your head while the other gropes at your ass lovingly. âtakinâ me just fine, sweet girl.â
you bury your heated face into his squishy pectoral, whining at the overstimulation to your clit at the particular angle, left so utterly sensitive from your prior orgasm. youâre limp in his strong hold, securer than ever as he lifts your hips up and down his thick cock.
he uses your tender cunt âtil heâs satisfied, groaning right up against your ticklish ear when he empties his hot cum in your throbbing pussy, the perfect thing milking him dry and turning you exhausted.
he actually sits in the moment for a peaceful while, coddling you against his rising and falling chest and murmuring sweet praises, until eventually his disciplined brain kicks in despite your protests.
âdonât go passinâ out on me yet, sweetheart.â you grumble out a refusing noise which makes him laugh softly, but apparently itâs not enough to win him over. âletâs go get you cleaned up, yeah?â
(simon and his size difference & free use kinks go CRAZY in this one. also this instagram reel is so him coded ok bye bye <3 cont.)
#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley smut#ghost smut#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley x female reader
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sooo i read your "indulge me?" piece and that's why i wanted to ask for gojo simping for reader that doesn't really seem him as more as a friend and he's fine with it (lol he's not but he's need to keep the facade you know???) hope you write it at some point! btw loving you writing so far <333
11:34pm â gojo satoru
contents. highschool!gojo, fluff, heâs so in love bye, underage drinking, tokyo and kyoto students have a little get together!
âwhatâs wrong with him?â utahime watches her white haired underclassman down another can of beer. it was rare to see gojo drinking with the rest of the group, always opting for a soda instead.
shoko takes another swig out of her drink, unsurprised. â[name] is on a date.âÂ
a pathetic groan leaves gojoâs lips and the upper half of his body is splayed over the kotatsu in shokoâs room, sunglasses long forgotten somewhere. he lets out an unapologetic burp. everyone at the table spares him a glance of pity.Â
utahime grimaces and mutters a quiet, âgrossâ.Â
âdonât provoke him,â geto scolds shoko, flicking some ash from his cigarette to the ashtray below. âsheâs just dealing with clan matters. arranged marriages and whatnot.â he used his free hand to land a firm pat on gojoâs back. what kind of best friend would he be if he didnât try to comfort satoru?Â
âpoor thing. i can keep you company in the meantime,â mei meiâs smile is far from something with good intentions. gojo shakes his head to refuse, but with the way his forehead was pressed to the table, it looked comical. like a child throwing a tantrum.Â
the only thing that managed to get gojo satoru out of his drunken slump was a soft knock on the door. he could recognize that pattern anywhere. could it beâ? the snow haired boy immediately perks up. his drunk dazed eyes brighten as he quickly makes his way to the door.Â
geto snorts at the way his best friend reacts. he thinks he can see an imaginary tail wagging, as if he were a dog.Â
âyouâre late!â gojo accuses you when he opens the door. you blink.
âare youâŚokay?â your voice is laced with concern as gojoâs large frame towers over you. gojo preens.
âawww, is my [name] worried about me now? donât worry, âm doing just fine!â there is a goofy grin painted on gojoâs face as he leans against the doorway. all conversation has stopped and every sorcerer was listening attentively to gojo's hopeless conversation with you. utahime canât help but feel just a little compassion for the boy. he was pining so much it hurt.
âi wasnât worried. it's just that your words are all slurredâ donât tell me you let shoko talk you into drinking with her again?â you sigh. it was hard to miss the smell of beer on him. gojo and alcohol never mixed well, and the last thing you needed tonight was another lecture from yaga.Â
from inside her room, shoko shouts, âit wasnât me this time! the idiot decided to drown himself in beer after we warned him not to!â it was common knowledge that gojo couldnât handle his alcohol.Â
the male in question pouts.
âcan a man not grieve about the love of his life being married to another?â gojo deflates. on the other side of the threshold, you wrinkle your nose.
âwho said anything about marriage? like hell iâm going to accept a proposal from naoya zenâin.â you grumble. it had been a long night. dealing with your family and naoya was enough to scare you into staying in jujutsu tech for good. youâd rather lose your sanity to gojo than your dignity to naoya.Â
ânever mind that though, are mei mei and utahime still here? i was hoping to catch up with them!â you smile, crouching under his arm to make your way into the room. gojo doesnât hesitate to trail right behind you.Â
â[name]!â utahime waves happily at you, her mood no longer sour after she sees you. your wave back is enthusiastic. mei mei acknowledges your presence.
âhow was dinner with naoya?â suguru asks. your face pinches up. he laughs before handing you a cold can of soda which you accept graciously.
you hear gojo mutter to himself from behind you.
âwhatâs up with him?â you whisper to suguru.
âyou know how he is when he drinks,â he sighs, ushering you to sit beside him. gojo seemed to have his own agenda though, forcefully squeezing himself between the two of you. you shoot him an annoyed look to which he responds with a grin on his face.Â
ââm tired,â he whines, stretching his arms dramatically while letting out a loud yawn. you grunt when thereâs a heavy weight on you; gojo has thrown his entire body on your side.
you donât bother pushing him off. youâve learned in the two years youâve known gojo that he is like a baby when he gets drunk. itâs best if you let him have his way.
âgo to sleep then, idiot,â you flick his forehead. he juts his bottom lip childishly, looking up at you with wide eyes. his eyes are captivating and you think you see nervousness through those azure orbs.
âwill you come to bed with me too?â he rests his chin on your shoulder. you raise an eyebrow in surprise.
âeh? why would i?â
âbecause iâm cute.â gojo bats those long eyelashes of his innocently. you roll your eyes playfully before taking another sip out of your soda.Â
âyouâre weirdâ thatâs what you are.â your lips quirk upward, eyes twinkling with mirth. he sulks, chin still comfortably supported by your shoulder.
ââm not that bad!â he protests, a frown forming on his lips. you look at him for a long moment. this was the first time youâve ever gotten to look at gojo this closely.Â
his hair was getting longer, you note silently. with your free hand, you slowly move a strand of hair out of his face. gojo watches you earnestly. if his cheeks were not already flushed, they are now.Â
âcan we stop it with the flirting? let us single folk live in peace.â shoko speaks up. you turn your attention hastily from gojo to the rest of your fellow peers.Â
âi feel like iâm intruding on something,â mei mei says scandalously. your eyes widen.
âwe are notâ no way!â you shake your head repeatedly. no one believes you. especially not while gojo is still resting on your shoulder, eyes watching you, full of love.
âstop giving him all your attention and talk to us! weâre much better company,â utahime scowls, pointing her beer disapprovingly at the white haired boy on you. you think you hear gojo grunt.
âalright, alright,â you concede.Â
âi hope you donât mind me asking again, but do tell us how your night with the zenâin kid went,â suguru snickers. you groan exasperatedly.
âwhere do i even start?â
the rest of the night goes by pleasantly. you had been so engrossed with retelling your experience with dealing with your family that you had failed to notice what gojo was up to. by the time everyone left their respective dorms (or temporary dorms), you noticed the head of white hair sleeping soundly on your lap.
he mumbles something in his sleep, nuzzling himself closer into your stomach. cute. you giggle at how innocent he looks.Â
you donât know what took over you, but you remember bending down and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. to your surprise, gojo reciprocates your kiss. to the best of his capabilities anyway. you watch as he puckers his lips in his sleep. oh myâ how precious.
you suppose he isn't so bad.
notes. THANK U FOR BEING MY FIRST ANON ASK. ily!!! i saw somewhere that gege confirmed gojo would have drunken failures when he was a student haha this is my take on that. hes so bf
also thank you for all the support on my first post?!? you guys are too sweet im crying. i literally giggle and kick my feet reading your feedback ><
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What did daddy teach you?
Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader x Step-uncle!Tommy
Summary: Joel has decided you need to have practice with other men. Thankfully Tommy is more than happy to step up for the task.(this is part of a series but can be read alone)
Warnings: oh boy, step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence: dub-con, Perv!Joel, Perv!Tommy, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| oral sex (m receiving), face fuking, he forces you down for a bit too long, handjob, 1 slap, anal play, unprotected p in v sex (one right after the other), spanking, hair pulling, coming on face, creampie, degradation (slut, whore), praising, Tommy's mean and rough, and of course loads of daddy-kink.
This is a dark fic, so please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.
a/n: I should be institutionalized
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3
Mom had gone away on some kind of business trip for this weekend, and normally, that wouldn't have been a reason for you to be particularly happy, but now, with everything that happened in the past month it meant only one thing: Joel could teach you all about making love for two full days.
You were so incredibly excited it was kind of funny.
You had done all your homework already so that nothing could distract you or take time away from your lessons, and immediately once you came home you had changed into the special clothes you only wore for Joel-this time he'd bought you a little tiny dress, not the usual skirt.
It was the kind of white that was basically transparent, especially being you couldn't wear anything underneath it, and it wasn't like it covered much anyway... as always at least an inch of your ass wasn't covered by the fabric, and the top of it was very much more low cut than what you were used to,
But that's the way daddy liked it, and as he was always reminding you, it was healthier for your skin anyway,
Just as you were sitting down on the couch, the doorbell rang.
"Hi babygirl"
"H-hi"
"Hi sugar" Tommy's smirk matched Joel's, the devil lurking behind those eyes- and your heart dropped at the sight.
What is he doing here?
Why is he here?
It was supposed to be just you and Joel- You didn't know he was gonna be here- you were- oh god-
you looked down at your clothes and immediately went to cover up, your arms doing a poor job of shielding your body from their ravenous gaze.
They were eating you with their eyes, and perhaps even enjoying seeing how panicked that made you.
"I-I'm sorry" you gulped, as they stepped inside and closed the door behind them "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be coming Uncle Tommy"
Tommy's grin only widened, his eyes making little to no effort to avoid falling to your cleavage.
"is that the way to greet your uncle now?" he tsked
Joel chuckled beside him, but you were so mortified you didn't even hear him
"I-I'm sorry I just- I- I should c-change"
It seems Joel was gonna let his brother do all the talking
"why's that?" he frowned, taking a slow step towards you "you look real damn good sweets... ain't there no need to change"
"b-but" your eyes shifted to Joel only to find him already watching you
But only daddy can see me dressed like this
But it's against the rules
"c'mere sugar" was all Joel said
You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel relieved to be walking away from Tommy and his gaze
"W-what's going on daddy?" you whispered, although Tommy could very well still hear,
You were only a few steps away from him, but his focus was entirely on something else as you offered him a sneak peek of your ass
"I-I thought you'd be teaching me another lesson today"
his hand found your back, pushing you flat against him, and your hands went to his chest.
"daddy" you tried to warn him, but he was already kissing you, his lips soft and rough at the same time against yours.
You heard a soft chuckle coming from your left, and you swore you squeaked in surprise.
What is he doing?
Tommy can see us!
"daddy I-" You stole a glance at his brother and found him palming the front of his jeans "he can see us"
Finally, Joel decided to explain, not wasting an opportunity to laugh softly at your naivety first.
"Uncle Tommy's here for you sweetheart"
You could only frown, looking up at him again
"He's here to help you out"
What does that even mean?
daddy's already helping you
"with what? Y-You-"
He smirked, as his thumb traced your lips
"You see baby" he murmured, "You know me well now, you're used to me, to how I do... things" he explained "but a woman needs to be prepared to make love with men even if she doesn't know how it'll be" he said " when I said men like women with experience, I meant experience with different men too, with different mouths and fingers and cocks, you understand?"
You didn't think you did, not fully, but you still nodded.
"now I'm not saying that what you and I do ain't important, because it's real important for you sugar" his eyes were so honest and kind you were starting to forget all about the shock from moments ago "You still have a lot to learn, and I'm happy to help, but today... today Uncle Tommy was kind enough to agree to help me help you out"
You swallowed thickly, focusing on his strong hands on you and your beating heart
If Joel trusts Uncle Tommy, then I trust him too, you thought
"B-but you're still gonna be here right?"
The way he stroked your cheek said everything you needed to know, but he still spoke it into kind, gentle words, as if you'd made him happy by expressing your need for him to be there.
"of course, I'll be right there the whole time baby girl" he promised, softly caressing your back as he raised his chin to point at his brother "How 'bout you show Uncle Tommy how grateful you are he's helpin' you out now?"
You looked up at Joel, your eyes wide with excitement and nervousness while your hands gripped the shirt covering his chest
"I won't bite" Tommy's amused remark startled you.
He was right beside you now, and you hadn't even noticed him moving.
Some of his curly hair had fallen to his forehead, and his hands were in the front pockets of his jeans, patiently waiting for you to accept the offer, although judging by the big bulge in his crotch, it was taking all his self-restraint
Which it definitely was.
He'd wanted to fuck you since Joel first introduced you that 4th of July of what must have been a year ago.
And when his brother had told him of what he'd managed to convince you to do this past month... he didn't think he'd ever been more jealous in his entire life.
Which is why he decided that a few other words of encouragement wouldn't have hurt.
"c'mon sweetheart" he invited "give your favorite uncle some sugar"
And it would have been a lie to say you didn't want to,
Tommy really was your favorite uncle, and it's not like you were blind... he was one hell of a good-looking man.
So glancing at Joel one last time, you turned toward his brother and took a step until you were right in front of him.
He looked even more beautiful up close.
You gingerly placed your hands on his chest, and he didn't even waste a quarter of a second that his mouth was already devouring yours and his hands were gripping your waist to get you flat against him.
Your eyes were still wide in surprise as he let out a low groan and infiltrated his tongue between your lips to taste all of you,
You let him, you let him explore you entirely before you finally recovered from the shock.
I mean you were used to this kind of hunger from Joel, but you expected Tommy to be a little... tamer.
Once you were back, you started reciprocating, whimpering into his mouth as you too, started to explore his.
"fuck, sugar" he groaned, grinning before he went back to kissing you, grabbing your ass as he did.
You squeaked, completely pliant in his hands as he grabbed at you and kissed you like you were his, like his brother wasn't right behind you, watching the whole scene.
And then you felt it- you felt Joel's hands replace his brother's on your waist, and then you felt his lips graze your neck, his soft breath fanning over your skin as his beard skimmed it, sending shivers all over you.
And then...
There was something so sinful about having two men, two brothers, kiss you at once,
but there was something spectacular about it too.
You moaned, like full-on moaned into Tommy's mouth, your knees buckling as your body turned to jelly.
Both men chuckled softly, their intoxicating mists all around you
"please" you whimpered as they pressed even closer to you, sandwiching you between their muscled bodies and the tents in their jeans.
"What was that?" Joel asked, kissing you right below your left ear as Tommy took care of the right side, making you squirm uncontrollably.
"Daddy-" you only whimpered
"I think she likes this" Tommy grinned, his smile one of a shark
"I think she does too" Joel agreed, both talking like you weren't there, "don't you, baby girl? Tell us how much you're enjoyin' this"
Tommy's hands had left your ass to find your tits now, while Joel's hands were busy stroking up and down your sides.
How could anyone ask for a girl's brain to work in this situation?
"I like it so much" you muttered, your voice a single thread of a whisper.
"yeah?" Tommy taunted "Where are you feeling how much you like it sugar?"
Heat rushed to your face, but Joel was quick to intervene at your pause.
"Don't be rude now sweetheart, answer Uncle Tommy's question" he said, continuing to leave hot kisses on your throat
"I feel it- Uhm- down... there" you whispered, your eyes falling to where your dress "covered" your heat.
"you mean, here in your lil' pussy?" Tommy spoke sultry as his hand found its way underneath your dress and cupped your cunt,
your bare, sopping cunt.
Tommy hissed as his digits connected with your slick folds
"mh-mh" you squeaked, both the men snickering again
"no panties, sugar?" Tommy growled, feeling himself harden with every passing second
"T-they're n-not allowed"
"'f course they aren't" he murmured, ghosting your mouth as he continued exploring your heat, thanking his brother in every language he knew inside his mind.
"poor baby" he cooed, faining pity "She's so wet"
"a-and tingly" you stuttered
"oh sugar" he cooed again "You want Uncle Tommy to take the tingles away?"
"y-yes- please"
but all of a sudden his hand was gone
"don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you later" he cooed, his wet fingers tracing your mouth "First you're gonna have to tell me a few things"
Before you had time to protest or question his words, Joel had already spoken
"let's get on the couch," he said, nodding behind him.
And in no time, the pair was sitting in front of you on the sofa, looking at you like both the front of their jeans weren't showing the perfect press of their hard-ons
"W-what do you want to know Uncle Tommy?"
The smile that split his face was almost feline.
He liked it when you called him that way too much.
"What did daddy teach you?" he asked without missing a beat.
"Oh" you whispered, feeling a wave of anxiety hit you
There was nothing wrong with what you did with daddy, you knew that- but it still felt so... personal.
"H-he's taught me a lot of things" you swallowed thickly, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your dress.
"like what sugar?"
Your gaze turned to Joel, who nodded, urging you to answer without having to breathe a word.
"I...uhm-" you bit your lip, trying to find the words while wondering where to even start "Daddy taught me h-how he can make me feel... good with his - uhm" you gulped, avoiding both the men's eyes "his f-fingers, a-and his mouth- and his... private part"
Tommy snorted like you'd just made a joke,
"His private part?" he mocked, his brows raising in defiance.
"I-" you stuttered looking at him
"we've talked about this sweetheart" Joel spoke now, giving you a pointed look
You had. He had spent a whole afternoon denying you the pleasure you were begging for until you were gonna spit out that word, and you certainly didn't want to go through that torture again.
"His c-cock"
It was such a crude word- you felt so out of place saying it.
Joel hummed in approval, while Tommy's smile spread.
"that's it?"
You gulped, shaking your head slowly.
"he-he's also preparing my other hole"
Tommy's growl was hungry.
"Daddy's trainin' your pretty asshole sweetie?"
"mh-mh" you could only nod
"that'll come real handy today" he grinned, only before you could voice your confusion, Joel had already spoken up
"Not today, she ain't ready"
Tommy'd disappointment lasted only so long
"take off your dress baby girl, show Tommy what he's gettin'"
"yes daddy" you nodded without hesitation, the command second nature at this point.
You got as far as starting to pull the top down when Tommy's voice interrupted
"slow sugar, I wanna enjoy it"
And so you did, you watched between them as you unhurriedly removed inch by inch of the dress from your body, only of course, they weren't looking back at you, their focus was on each piece of skin you uncovered, until your dress fell to the ground, and you were fully bare before them.
Tommy hadn't stopped touching the front of his jeans for one second.
"goddamn" he breathed, taking in every part of you "give me a lil' twirl, sweetie"
you did, and a little smile spread on your lips once you heard him let out a low whistle.
"bend over"
It was so weird having to obey someone else's commands other than Joel's, but you wanted to prove how good you were, so of course, you did: you placed your hands on the coffee table before you and lowered your torso until you could feel air hitting your core.
You couldn't see any of them, but you damn sure could feel their stare.
"look at that" Tommy purred "Such a pretty little pussy- so needy"
It was taking all of him not to stand up and taste you right now, and fuck but the urge only got stronger once Joel offered him an even better view.
"Spread your cheeks babygirl, let Uncle Tommy get a good look"
It took a bit of effort to support yourself without the help of your hands, but you were starting to feel desperate.
"fuck" Tommy growled "The pictures don't do her justice, man"
Your eyes widened at those words.
Joel had shown him the pictures!?
You stood up in a haze, turning around quickly.
"Y-you've seen the p-pictures? B-but-" your nerves were getting the better of your mouth "Daddy you said they were only for y-you-"
"I know what I said" Joel stopped you, his voice calm as ever "I only showed 'em to Tommy to show him your progress, to show him how good you've been this past few weeks" he explained, heat inevitably rising to your cheeks at the flattery "so that he could decide if he wanted to help you or not, get it babygirl?"
"O-oh- ok" you hummed, nodding shily.
Of course there was a reason.
"You looked real good in 'em baby" Tommy smiled "You should consider being a model"
You bit down a smile, embarrassed at his kindness
"Even the special kind" he smirked "I know I would pay good money to see all this" he said, gesturing roughly to your whole body.
Heat rushed to your cheek and neck as you bit your lip.
"Now" Tommy propped his elbows on his thighs "You've told me all about how daddy makes you feel good... but nothin' about how you make him feel good"
"O-Oh, I-" you stuttered, fiddling with your fingers behind your back
"My brother's taught you how to suck cock baby?"
"y-yes" you nodded "he did"
"good" he said, spreading his legs "whatcha waiting for then?"
"O-oh" you stuttered, giving Joel a quick look just to have him encourage you in the task, which is why you quickly moved to get down on your knees before your Uncle- well, step-uncle to be exact.
Your hands were the tiniest bit shaky as you started undoing his zipper, and when you looked up, saw Tommy's big hazel eyes looking down at you with such intensity and lust, you couldn't help but feel even more nervous,
Joel was right, you knew everything about him, about how he did all of this, but you didn't know absolutely anything about Tommy... about what you were going up against.
"she always this slow?" Tommy grumbled, looking over at his brother.
"'m doing my best, trust me, but she's a real slow learner" Joel sighed, joining his brother in his annoyance.
You were mumbling a soft "sorry", when with a grunt, Tommy had freed his cock.
You watched him wide-eyed, before panning over his dick- it was almost the same as Joel if it weren't that Joel's was a little girthier, and that he didn't have so much black curly hair at the base.
"what is it now, I need to feed it to ya too?"
He'd become so impatient... so mean and far from the kind man he was just five minutes ago.
"I'm sorry Uncle Tommy" you murmured, hurriedly starting to lick his tip, first the slit, then the whole head, until finally you took it in your mouth, gently massaging the start of his cock with your tongue.
Tommy only hummed, his hand going to the back of your head
"down" he ordered, so of course, you did.
You fed more of him into your mouth, tasting more and more of him, of his skin, the feel of his veins, of the subtle twitches he produced, until you were almost all the way, and an inevitable gag made its way out of your mouth.
But that was normal, it was very hard to get a cock all the way down your throat on the first try, daddy had taught you that, so you did what you knew worked, you started bobbing your head up and down... getting it all wet made it easier to go down your throat.
"faster, sugar"
You hollowed your cheeks, following orders and following the pace Tommy's hand forced on your head with his hand.
"that's it" he groaned "Now show me what daddy taught you, take it all down that pretty throat"
You wanted to tell him that you weren't quite ready yet, that his cock was a new one after all, but you had no time, he'd already forced you down, and you were already choking on his dick.
Tommy groaned, throwing his head back as his hips thrust up like there was any more space for him inside of you.
"Fuck" he breathed, looking down at you while talking to his brother "it's like she was made to suck cock"
"I know right?" Joel chuckled, admiring you too
"The trainin' really paid off"
"Don't I know it..." Joel grinned "Once a day- that's all it took"
"Once a day- fuck- lucky bastard"
And yes of course, in the meantime, you were coughing and choking and spitting on his cock, tears streaming down your face and staining your sight, so much you couldn't even make up what Tommy looked like anymore.
"you look so pretty like this baby" Tommy cooed, his hips still slowly rocking against you, worsening the situation almost as much as the hand that was keeping you down. "cryin' around your uncle's cock like a good girl" he groaned, talking to his brother again "don't she?"
"Looks almost as good as when she's cryin' around mine," Joel grinned as he freed his cock, taking your hand in his only to wrap it around it
"Can't forget about Daddy can ya?" Tommy chuckled, watching you absentmindedly starting to stroke him.
You were pretty sure you were about to faint at any moment now.
"Such an obedient girl" Tommy cooed, before abruptly releasing you "suck my balls now"
You were couching like a maniac, but he was already forcing your mouth close to his balls
"I-I've nev-"
"I didn't ask you to talk now, did I?"
You gulped, feeling the rest of some tears wet your cheeks as Joel guided your hand up and down his manhood
"N-no"
"What did I ask you to do?"
"t-to suck your balls"
"yeah?" he breathed "Then how come you ain't doing that yet?"
that's all the incentive you needed- you bent down and took one of his heavy balls into your mouth.
"Fuck- wasn't so hard, was it?" he groaned, feeling you lick and suck so very diligently.
He was saltier here, and it was kind of a weird feeling... daddy had never asked you to do this.
"Thatâs right look at me, baby," he groaned, "look at your uncle while you suck his balls- good girl"
Joel had stopped guiding you now, you were doing it all on your own.
"get back to my dick sugar, I wanna feel it down your throat again"
So you did, his hand going back to its previous position and keeping you down as you cried and gagged.
"'s good-fuck"
"babydoll-" joel's voice was stern.
You'd stopped stroking his cock, and you hand't even realized, you were too lost in the mess Tommy was making of you- so lost in fact you didn't even hear his reprimand.
Which is why the slap that Tommy gave your cheek took you even more by surprise, making you cry out.
"Daddy's cock ain't gonna stoke itself, honey"
You tried to blink the shield of tears covering your eyes, but it was all useless- you started stroking Joel again as Tommy taunted you.
"what, 's too hard to do two things at once for that lil' brain of yours?"
Joel laughed, his hips thrusting up to feel even better
"Shoulda seen her tryin' to do her homework with my cock in her pussy" Joel said, causing his brother to grin
"'s just what dick does to dumb lil' sluts" Tommy shook his head, admiring you still choking on his manhood "shuts their brain right off"
"Ain't that right..." Joel hummed knowingly.
They were talking like you weren't even there... although truth be told, you weren't actually able to comprehend most of it- your brain had turned into a fuzzy blob.
Tommy took decisions very quickly, youâd gathered that by now, but that didnât mean you werenât left dumbfounded all the same.
âAs much as I like your mouth- itâs time i feel that pussy around my cock babyâ
And just like that, heâd let you go- giving you a moment to slide his manhood out your mouth, and wipe the spit and tears off your face.
It was only a minute later, when you were done cleaning up, that you realized Joelâs cock was still in your hand.
âI-â you breathed, shy underneath the menâs gazes âDo you want my mouth too daddy?â
He smiled proudly at you
ââS alright- todayâs about Uncle Tommyâ
You nodded, slowly removing your hand and positioning it on your thighs, together with your right one.
You kneeled there, sitting on your heels, waiting for an order.
But you didn't need to wait long.
"You wanna fuck her here?"
Joel sounded as if he was talking about work
"Nah, wanna fuck her in her bed"
While Tommy sounded like he was talking about a hunt.
"you heard him doll" said Joel "lead the way"
It was such a strange feeling walking ahead of them, completely naked, completely wet, as you made your way to your room- and yet it was also thrilling.
Tommy was smirking as he looked around your room- it was exactly as he'd pictured it.
You were looking at him, at them, biting your lip nervously as Tommy rounded the space, while Joel decided to sit on the armchair in the corner next to the bed.
You were looking at Joel to try and grasp what you were supposed to be doing, what he wanted you to do, but he didn't let anything transpire.
Until finally, Tommy turned to you and walked right before you.
Your face was still damp when he grabbed it, squeezing your cheeks.
"You know what's gonna happen now sugar?"
"mh-mh" you nodded
He was gonna make love to you, you thought, but he was already wording it differently
"I'm gonna fuck you" he murmured, his mouth ghosting yours "and you're gonna be real good for me alright?"
"y-yes"
"yeah?" he taunted, his grip tightening
"Y-yes Uncle Tommy"
he let out a satisfied grunt as he let you go, leaving you to stand before him as he stripped of his clothes.
You felt your mouth water at the sight of him naked before you, and the feeling between your legs got much much worse.
his cock was throbbing against his stomach, still glistening from your mouth.
"ya like what you see honey?" he teased you, enjoying the blatant need in your eyes.
"I- yes" you murmured shily.
"bet you do- just can't wait to get stuffed can ya?" He smirked, watching the embarrassment creep up your face "Ain't nothin' wrong with it, 's normal for a lil' slut like you"
You gulped, watching him wide-eyed.
Daddy had called you that before, but it always confused you.
"s-slut?"
"well yeah baby" he cooed, his hands on your hips "you just took care of two cock at the same time, and now you're gonna get fucked back to back by the same two cocks" he shrugged, his lips right before yours "if that ain't what a slut does, I dunno what is"
"O-Oh"
"'s alright" he promised, his hands on your ass now "All that matters now 's that you got your daddy and me to take care of all your slutty needs"
You could only nod before he took a step back
"Now get on the bed" he spoke "face down, ass up"
You frowned then,
That's really not what you were used to doing, you liked eye contact, you liked kisses... you didn't want to be "face down, ass up"
"But Uncle Tommy- I- what if- I- want to look at you?"
he still seemed sweet as he looked at you, as he cooed "Oh baby", but then he'd grabbed your hair, pulling your head down, making you look at him.
"I see daddy hasn't taught you how it works yet" he growled "You're a slut, sweetheart- all you're good for is spreadin' your legs and followin' orders"
"You're not in charge here. If I tell you to get on all fours, you get on all fours- if I tell you to shut up and take it, you shut up and take it"
His grasp was strong, and your eyes were starting to water again, but all you could do was look at him as he spat those words at you.
"we clear?"
You nodded as much as you could given the situation
"say it"
"I-I got it"
He tugged at your hair as he growled in your face
"who's in charge?"
"You are"
And just like that, he'd let you go.
"face down, ass up" he repeated, and this time, you scurried towards the bed and complied.
You didn't dare look back, but you could feel Joel's stare right on your core, and hear Tommy's steps towards you.
"Jesus Christ"
Tommy had passed two of his digits through your folds, finding them completely soaked
"she always this fuckin' wet?" he asked his brother behind him
"You got no idea" he smirked "She leaves a stain on my pants every day she's so needy"
You'd be embarrassed by Joel's words if it weren't for Tommy's fingers plunging into you
"oh!" you moaned, your hands grabbing the sheets.
Finally
He was scissoring and curling his fingers, watching you convulse beneath him, pushing your ass back for more.
Your brain was already starting to get fuzzier when he pulled them out, forcing a whine out of your mouth.
Tommy only chuckled before popping his fingers into his mouth.
"she's sweet alright"
"yeah she is" Joel breathed, wishing he could be eating you out right then, but he'd promised his brother...
You were breathing ruggedly, peeking behind you in time to see your uncle smirk before grabbing his cock and sliding it between your folds.
You bit your lip to stifle a moan
"you want my cock baby?" he teased you, his tip gliding over your clit "You want my cock inside this sweet lil pussy?"
"y-yes" you whimpered
"beg for it"
You didn't need to be told twice, your pussy was fluttering by how much you needed it.
"please" you cried "please Uncle Tommy I- I need it"
"what do you need?"
"Your cock- I need it inside of me please"
And just then when you thought the torture was finally over, when he fisted the hair at the back of your head and positioned his cock at your entrance... he'd played you once again.
"'s alright baby, I got you" he murmured, sliding into you "there- it's inside now"
And he was- but only his tip.
Tears were in your eyes again. You were so fucking desperate.
"n-no please" you begged "more"
"more?" he mocked "this ain't enough? You want my whole cock?"
You tried to move your ass back to get more of him, but one of his hands was keeping you in place.
"Please!" you begged, holding back tears "I-I- please- need it"
A snicker rumbled behind you, and the hold on your hair tightened.
"what are you?"
You knew what you had to say, and you didn't even hesitate a second.
"I'm a slut"
A soft hum of satisfaction
"a lil' louder baby, let daddy hear too"
"I'm a slut daddy, I-I'm a slut"
Even if you couldn't see him, you could hear the smile on his face as Joel cooed "I know baby, I know you are"
But then it all stopped mattering, everything stopped existing because Tommy had thrust his cock into you, and all you could do was hide your face in the sheets as strangled mewls spilled from your lips.
"fuck- 's tight" Tommy groaned as he bottomed out, his dick easily sliding into you because of all the slickness, but stretching you out nonetheless
"told ya" Joel chirped in, making his brother grin before he referred to you again
"this enough for you, this what you wanted baby?"
"y-yes"
"yeah? 's good- now be a good slut and take everything I give you"
And that was all the warning he gave you, before he retracted his hips, and started fucking you like a man possessed.
The sound of his balls slapping against your skin, the squelch of your juices mixing with his, and your muffled cries together with his sick groans were the perfect picture of the most violent attempt at sex you'd ever seen.
He was splitting you open, and from this position, everything felt amplified ten times over, you could feel his cock even in your throat.
"oh my g-god" you were crying, actual tears and drool staining the sheets.
"I know baby, I know issa lot" he growled, one hand on your head and one on your hips "But this 's what you wanted- this is what a slut like you needs"
And then he was forcing your head even more down on the bed, somehow picking up the pace, and making you forget all about your name and what you were even thinking about.
"that's right, like that- take it" he grunted "Take it all in this tight fukin' pussy"
The slap on your ass came out of nowhere, and for some reason was followed by your moan, and your back arching, as if you were begging for more.
Your mind wasn't in control anymore, it was just your body, only your needs driving you.
Which is why when he did it again, and then again, and then again, until your ass was red and aching and your tears had formed a pool on the bed, your walls squeezed around him impossibly tight, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"Good little whore" he was grinning in the meantime "scream for your uncle baby- like that baby- now stay still-"
It didn't even come to mind to ask why, your brain was too murky, and his cock was still splitting you in half- the only thing you could do was gasp when his wet thumb probed at your asshole.
"Shhh" he shushed you, still forcing your head down "just take it"
And so you did, Daddy had trained you for this kind of stuff, so it wasn't that bad, it was just very unexpected
"she's fucking obedient when she wants huh?" he was talking to Joel again, who was palming his cock through his jeans.
"she's a real good girl when she's fucked out"
"yeah she is"
He was fingering your ass with his thumb as he fucked you, and your eyes were closed as you moaned like a madwoman into the thick air.
It felt so fucking good- it felt so fuckin-
"Oh god-"
he was going faster again, and his finger was deeper now in your ass and it felt so good now that it was... it was too much-
"T-tommy" you tried to speak, but your own moans interrupted you
"sush baby- or Imma have to tell daddy to put that mouth of yours to good use"
Fuck but that image made you tighten even more, and the chuckle leaving his lips meant he definitely noticed
"found yourself a real whore brother"
You were too overwhelmed by everything you were feeling, by your stomach squeezing as Tommy's cock hit that good spot inside you, by the foreign feeling of his thumb in your ass.
"d-daddy!" you cried, begging him for help.
Only Tommy had to come in and crush your hopes immediately.
"daddy ain't gonna help you sweetie" he cooed, your eyes on the back of your head "You just gotta take what I give you, and come on my cock like a good girl"
"can you do that f'me?" he spoke, "can you come around your favorite uncle's cock?"
And there was nothing you could do- it was inevitable
"yes" you whimpered
"I can feel it baby, c'mon " he urged, his thrust even deeper now "give it to me- give it to me like a good slut"
And just like that- your vision went white as a tsunami of sick, twisted pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you out of breath and barely awake as it died down, as you finally came back to earth to realize Tommy had been speaking you for some time.
"this pussy's beggin' me to come inside brother" Tommy was groaning, and you must have been out of it for a while because Joel was now next to his brother, standing on the side of the bed
"Tell daddy how much you want my come inside ya sweetie"
both men were looking at you with pure, glistening lust in their eyes
"I-inside" you finally whimpered
"not inside darlin'" Joel shook his head,
"b-but daddy- I- I wanna be full of him"
Tommy had a really hard time not coming right there after that.
"Yeah man, c'mon" Tommy grinned, his thumb now out of you and both his hands stroking your ass "you heard your babygirl- she wants it real bad"
Joel only needed to shoot him a glance to make him shut up
"Ass, face, or tits," he told him, and although Tommy rolled his eyes, he still chose
"y'know it's face"
Before you knew it you were kneeling on the floor and Tommy was jerking off right before you.
Your mouth was open, your tongue was out, but that didn't matter much... Uncle Tommy's aim wasn't very good.
He came with a loud groan, looking down at you and the masterpiece he was painting on your face the whole time.
"You look real fuckin' pretty like this" he grinned, his voice slightly out of breath as he grabbed your chin to inspect you better.
What he didn't expect was what you did next... Daddy had taught you manners after all.
He watched you as you started collecting his come with your index finger, and then he watched you pop it into your mouth, liking his spunk from it like it was the tastiest whipped cream.
You did it until your whole face was clean, and he couldn't stop fucking smirking.
"what do we say?" You heard Joel speak from beside you
"thank you, Uncle Tommy"
He couldn't help but reciprocate your smile "Anytime baby"
Joel didn't even wait a second before he was helping you up and onto the bed again.
You sat there as Tommy replaced his brother's spot on the armchair, while Joel took off his clothes-
Yes you were spent by all that Tommy had done to you, but you'd be lying if you said your hole didn't flutter around nothing every time you saw your step-dad naked.
"lay down babygirl"
You did, and not even a second later, Joel had pushed his cock inside of you, groaning lowly as he worked himself in to the hilt.
"daddy" you gasped, his dick stretching you out as always.
"I know darlin', I know" he cooed, remaining buried inside you as he pushed you up on the bed and then crawled on top of you "such good lil' girl, takin' it so well f'me sugar"
His words melted you as always, and then when he leaned down and crashed your lips in his... you became a doll at his mercy.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arm around his neck, keeping him impossibly close.
He smiled as he leaned away
"'m not going anywhere babydoll" he smirked, his soft mouth on the shell of your ear "not until you come for me" he murmured, sending a shiver down your spine "not until I've filled this pussy all the way up"
You moaned at his words, and he smiled as he started moving, slowly picking up his pace, until he too, just like his brother, was slamming into you at a brutal pace.
You were crying out, desperately grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, while he was kissing your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses wherever he could.
It was then your gaze somehow settled on Tommy, on your step-uncle, sitting in the corner before you, and on his insatiable eyes fixated on you.
He smirked when he caught you.
"daddy feels good baby?"
"y-yes" you moaned
"not better than me right?"
"shut up Tommy" Joel grumbled
You wanted to smile but Joel was pounding you so hard that a whine left your throat instead
"'s alright, daddy can take it, can't ya Joel?" Tommy chuckled "I can tell you miss me already baby" he cooed "miss my cock, my thumb in that pretty ass..."
Joel grunted as he picked up his pace, leaving you breathless and all but able to answer Tommy.
"Do you, doll?"
It was Joel murmuring now, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he bashed in the feeling of having taken all common sense out of you once again.
"n-no daddy" you promised "y-you feel- so-"
But you couldn't finish the sentence, another moan had interrupted you.
"what?" he taunted, both brothers grinning at your state.
"perfect" you mumbled, eyes closing and belly tightening "s-so perfect"
"that's right" Joel smirked proudly "eyes on me darlin'"
It took a lot of effort, but you managed.
"You gonna come babydoll?"
"yes" you cried "yes daddy- please"
"'s alright, come for me darlin'"
You didn't need to be told twice- you continued looking at him as pleasure took over your body, as fireworks went off and your legs trembled desperately.
You came calling for him, and once you came back to earth, his lips were on yours, drowning the whimpers his cock was still spilling from your mouth.
"You want daddy's come, sugar?"
"yes" you begged, biting your lip as his pace got more and more irregular "Please daddy- need it deep inside me"
"All of it?"
"all of it daddy- want it all- please" you cried "fill me up"
And so he did, your moans becoming one as he shot rope after rope of his come inside of you.
He kissed you again when he was done, still buried inside you to avoid it spilling out right away- but you were in another universe, your eyes were closed and your limbs powerless.
Joel smiled then, finally sliding out of you and standing up.
You wanted to curl yourself up in a sleeping position but his hands stopped you, forcing your legs open for him and his brother to admire his work.
Tommy could only groan a low "fuck" as he took his place beside Joel.
"ain't she pretty?"
"fuckin' beautiful" Tommy murmured, mesmerized by the sight before him.
There you were, laid before him, his step-niece, completely fucked out.
"we wore her out too much" Joel's brother shook his head, his fingers caressing your thighs "I was ready for round two"
Joel's lips stretched into a soft smirk
"give her ten minutes"
"she'll fall asleep in ten minutes"
Joel's smile only widened as he shook his head
"don't worry- she's good at takin' cock even in her sleep"
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Coffee Machine Love
boyfriend!jisung x afab!reader x coworker!hyunjin
warnings: swearing, threesome, unprotected sex (don't), oral sex (m and f receiving), mxm things, slight bondage, one (1) slap, sub!hyunjin, idk how to label the other two so I'll go with soft switch!jisung, soft switch!reader
genre: fluff, smut, coworker AU
word count: 4.2k
author's note: i'm alive again! Hyunsung has been running rampant on the tour lately so I couldn't resist writing something about them! do not ask me what the project is about, do not ask me what the company is even for, i don't know either, please forgive me đ hope you enjoy reading and i'd love to hear your thoughts! <3
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Your boyfriend was practically trembling beside you as you bite into your sandwich, unbothered by his leg steadily moving up and down. You follow his gaze and werenât surprised at all when it landed on one of your newer coworkers a few meters away at the coffee machine. If you knew Jisung at all â and you like to think you do â you could guess that his eyes zeroed in on his hands deftly working around the piece of electronics that broke every couple of weeks. His long and slender fingers expertly taking the poor coffee maker apart to fix whatever went wrong this time.
Your gaze travels back to the man beside you and you have to hold back the smirk growing on your face when you see him practically drooling over the other man, probably wishing that the fingers wrestling around with the inner small machinery were wrapped around his neck instead.
âItâs 9 in the morning, relaxâ â you chuckle and slap your hand on his thigh to wake him up from his stupor.
Jisung gives you an incredulous look, like he canât believe youâre not as mesmerised by the newest addition to the office as he is. He narrows his eyes at you because he knows he canât say anything about your betrayal while he was still within hearing distance.
The front cover of the coffee machine clicking back into place makes both of you jump.
âIf heâs tense because he hasnât had any coffee yet, that can be fixed nowâ â the man of Jisungâs dreams exclaims from across the two of you, his smooth voice like honey.
Now you were swooning too. Great.
Jisung almost chokes on his own spit trying to answer him as fast as possible, waving his hands around in dismissal, âno, noâ, he chokes out, âsheâs just being silly, I wasâŚuhm- Iâm just nervous because of a project. Yeah.â
What the fuck was he talking about? He couldâve just said âyes, I need a coffee, thank you so much, man I havenât asked about his name yet, you really saved my morning, let me thank you by sucking your dickâ or whatever and it would have been fine.
Luckily for him, the guy just gives one of the cutest, goofiest smiles youâve ever seen and it hits you right in the heart. Maybe Jisung was onto something.
âIs that so? Well, if you ever need any assistance, feel free to call on me! Theyâre barely giving me any work and Iâd rather help someone than sit around and do nothing for my remaining work time.â
Jisung nods fervently, stuttering something between âyes, oh my god, thank youâ and âyouâre an angelâ but it just comes out as âyes, youâre my angelâ, making you and him visibly cringe. This couldnât go any worse.
The guy, however, giggles sweetly as he moves to leave the room and this is the first time you notice how long his legs are, how lanky and tall he is.
âIâm Hyunjin, by the way. My roomâs down this hall, Iâm sure you canât miss it. Feel free to stop by anytime!â
He doesnât wait for either of you to answer or introduce yourselves back to him, so the two of you are left to watch as he strides down the corridor.
âOh my God, heâs into idiots.â
âHe wants me so bad.â
Jisung lightly slaps your shoulder at your remark.
âYou liked me first! That says more about you than it says about me!â
You roll your eyes at him and get back to your sandwich before your break is over. Unfortunately, your mind is now also filled with Hyunjin.
The way his hands delicately but deftly repaired the cursed coffee machine.
The way his shirt perfectly spanned over his broad shoulders as he leaned over the counter.
The way his ass looked in his slacks.
And God, when he turned around, his smile making his eyes into little crescent moons, a dimple appearing on the side of his cheek. His full and plush lips. His kind and soft eyes.
You groan into your sandwich and kick at Jisungâs shoe.
âYou infected me with the Hyunjin disease, are you proud?â â you say with red-tinted cheeks.
âExtremely. We desperately have to check in with him if heâd be into two people wanting him. But like, in a way that doesnât scream âWeâre desperate!!â, you know?â
You canât help but agree with him.
And so began your and Jisungâs mission to scope out whether Hyunjin would be interested in you two.
You didnât want to kick down his door and straight up ask him, in case that scared him away, because even if he declined, he seemed like a nice guy and it wouldnât hurt to have him as a friend. So Jisung and you really did stop by his office later that week to ask for his assistance with a made-up project.
His office only housed him, so he was allowed to decorate it how he wanted to, potted plants scattered around the sunny spots and little trinkets here and there that made the place seem more lived in than any other office you had ever been to. His desk was neat, the pinboard beside it home to various little reminders and sketches presumably made by himself in that endless free time he mentioned. You had to admit that he was quite talented, his pencil lines precise as they combine into the image of a beautiful flower bouquet.
âSo, the two of you are on this project, after all? I thought it was just himâ â Hyunjin nods towards your boyfriend, who was inspecting a little bear figure on his shelf.
Hyunjin doesnât seem to mind you two sniffing around the place.
âBecause he failed to mention that last time, he got nervous when you caught him off-guard like thatâ â you sigh and shake your head, leaning back against his desk.
You donât miss how Hyunjinâs eyes seem to flicker down to where your hips pressed against the wood for just a second and a small smile finds its way onto your lips.
He tilts his head and apologises with a candid smile, saying that he didnât mean to scare anyone off. If only he knew.
Jisung and you had previously come up with an elaborate plan on what your project entailed. It was a simple project that required a little bit of knowledge from Hyunjinâs division that the two of you werenât a part of. Easy enough to make it seem like you actually needed his help. Also easy enough to pretend the project was real.
The thought that all of you probably had too much free time on your hands crosses your mind.
âSo you just need me to work my magic a little bit and your head of department is gonna be happy?â
âHopefully!â
âWhat is this even for? Didnât we showcase this to upper management a few months back already?â
How did he know that? Why didnât you think of that? You shift against the desk and Hyunjinâs eyes flit back to you, his gaze now trained on you intently, waiting for your reply.
âThey just wanted a redo of the model since the first one got deleted in that data leak a while backâ â Jisung lies casually, suddenly disinterested in the dĂŠcor.
Hyunjin seems to accept that answer as he nods, eyes still on you as if he was gauging your reaction. You shift again under his gaze, looking into his eyes and giving him a slightly shaky smile.
Seemingly satisfied with whatever he was observing, the three of you proceed to go over the rather uninteresting details of what needs to be done.
During your little discussion, Jisung makes a not-so-subtle attempt at situating himself closer to your colleague under the guise of âI want to watch you work, itâs fascinatingâ.
Itâs still crazy to you that all of his attempts have worked so far. Youâre still close to Hyunjin as well, perched against the corner of his desk, his arm almost brushing against your thigh whenever he needs to reach for something or move the mouse around in a larger motion, mumbling a quiet âsorryâ when he does accidentally touch you.
Jisung almost leans on his shoulder with the way heâs sitting so close beside the older man.
While Jisung seems genuinely interested in Hyunjinâs work, you take this opportunity to further check him out as he works. You canât help but let your gaze linger on his hands again as they work their way across the keyboard, his long fingers flexing to reach the keys.
While having them wrapped around your neck is certainly an enticing idea, you rather wonder what they would look like prettily bound together.
You could swear there was a slight reddish tint to Hyunjinâs neck and ears ever since he was practically caged in by your and Jisungâs body.
You sigh, more to yourself than anything. This was gonna be a long and grueling mission, but at least it didnât seem like Hyunjin hated being around either of you.
That same evening, you find yourself in your boyfriendâs lap, grinding needily against him, your arms around his neck, while he busied himself biting and licking at the expanse of your skin of your neck.
âHeâs really niceâ â you suddenly say and Jisung hums in agreement between bites, his hands finding their way to the backs of your thighs, guiding your movements to be harsher against him.
âHe was so flustered when you got closer to him, his neck and the tips of his ears all blushy and redâ â you ramble on and it seems to spur your boyfriend on, his breathing growing more ragged, his movements more desperate.
âI think heâd rather enjoy being under us than above us, donât you think? He seemed to lose all his previous bravado when it was just us three in a small space. I bet heâs cute when heâs begging on his knees, just imagine itâ â Jisung lets out a broken moan in response, his grinding against you coming to a halt.
âAh, shitâ â he whispers against you and you giggle lightly.
You lean back to take a look at him, his honey skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He shyly looks anywhere but you and you take his face into your hands to force him to look at you.
âItâs pretty hot that you came from just thatâ â you plant a soothing kiss against his lips as he whines about your words. You card your fingers through his hair, softly scraping at his scalp as heâs still slowly coming down from his high.
âIâll make it up to youâ â he murmurs and taps your thighs, signaling you to get off him to return the favor.
And he does make it up to you, his face buried between your legs until you finally reach your high as well, fingers tangled into his hair and pressing him against you.
âWe really have to do something about thisâ â he sighs as the two of you settle down on your bed.
You hum, nuzzling your face further into his chest, too tired to try and come up with a plan on how to break it to Hyunjin softly that two of his coworkers want him romantically and have been lying to him about needing his help.
The next couple of work sessions with Hyunjin were rather uneventful. There were some moments where either Jisung or you got closer to him, âaccidentallyâ brushing your hand against his thigh, âaccidentallyâ going shoulder to shoulder with him, âaccidentallyâ sitting as close as possible so that your thighs would touch. Without fail, Hyunjin would turn slightly red at the contact but never shying away from it nor seeming uncomfortable. Sometimes, you could swear that he even reciprocates the touch, his thigh pressing against yours more firmly, his body slightly leaning towards your hand whenever it brushed against his bicep.
Hyunjin was wonderful to work with, he took instructions well and added his own flair to whatever you wanted from him in a way that elevated your work immensely. Outside from your little mission, you three got along really well, which encouraged you to further pursue getting closer to him.
You were now situated across from him, enjoying your lunch. You didnât expect your previously innocent conversation to take such a turn when Hyunjin seemed to have found the courage to ask a question he had been dying to ask for quite a while now.
âI gotta ask⌠I donât want to misunderstand. Are you⌠flirting with me?â
Jisung almost chokes on his rice. You stare at Hyunjin.
âI mean! I know you two are in a relationship and everything but⌠I canât help but feel like you two are getting⌠awfully close at times. Not that I mind!â â he hastily tries to explain himself, his neck getting redder by the second again.
âWow.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âIâm impressed it took you this long to notice, actuallyâ â you canât help but tease him a little.
âWhat? So both of you ARE flirting with me? For real?â â Hyunjinâs eyes were as big as saucers, his mouth hanging open a little. He couldnât believe what he was hearing. The two coworkers that heâd been working with (and found extremely attractive) for weeks did actually flirt with him whenever you met up.
âYeah. Youâre cute. Jisungâs been losing it over you ever since that coffee machine incident a few weeks backâ â you admit easily and receive a glare from Jisung beside you.
Hyunjin chuckles out of disbelief and the nervousness creeping up in him.
âThe project⌠Itâs not real, is it?â
âNopeâ â Jisung answers swiftly, popping the âp.â
Hyunjin should be mad that the two of you made him do extra work for free, but for some reason he isnât.
âUhmâŚso what? Is this just a âyour vibe matches with ours and we want to play around a bitâ or is this something⌠more serious?â â you could observe him starting to fidget with the ends of his sleeves, nervously biting the skin of his lips and your gaze immediately softened.
This was important. Donât fuck it up. Donât make him believe youâre just here to play around with his feelings. Thatâs no what youâre here to do.
âListen, I know this is a lot. I mean, two people who are already in a relationship coming up to you like this. This is definitely something serious, not just playing around. We really like youâ â you reach across the table with your palm up, giving him the chance to take your hand if he wanted to.
He sheepishly takes your hand into his, his large hand filling yours out with ease, yet as you gazed over to him with a gentle smile on your face, he seemed so small, so unsure of himself.
âIf you donât want any of this and want us to stop flirting with you and would prefer to be friends, thatâs fine by us as well. Just be honest with us, Iâd hate it if we made you uncomfortable or did something you didnât want.â
While Jisung is decidedly quiet beside you, heâs nodding along to what youâre saying, softly smiling at him.
Hyunjin grabs your hand tighter and shakes his head slightly, his eyes still big.
âN-no. This is all fine. Iâm okay with thisâ, he swallows around the lump that formed in his throat, âI like you two as well. I thought I was just imagining things, wishing they were really happening. Iâm glad that wasnât the case.â
There are two ways one can react to this.
One, smile at him, telling him youâre glad heâs reciprocating.
And two, clapping your hands and audibly going âfuck yes.â
You stare at your boyfriend.
âReally?â
âWhat? Heâs hot.â
Hyunjin giggles at that and you have to begrudgingly remember that Hyunjin seems to be into idiots as much as you are.
You groan and theatrically put your head on the table while Idiot 1 and Idiot 2 are laughing with each other, getting rid of all the tension that was previously building up in your small break room.
You jolt a little when Hyunjinâs hand removes itself from yours and instead starts patting your head in pity.
Maybe this wasnât going to be that bad.
Your relationship with Hyunjin develops beautifully, he was as romantic as they come, regularly bringing the two of you flowers, writing little encouraging messages when he knew you and Jisung had to attend a particularly exhausting meeting.
It was nice getting to cuddle not only one but two people you loved dearly, waking up in the morning to two pretty faces whose cheeks you wanted to squish.
Another pleasant development was that Jisung and you could test out your theories, which is how Hyunjin found himself kneeling on your bedroom carpet, looking up at you with large eyes, his cock heavy and red between his legs. While Jisung is busy getting something from your dresser, you cup your hands around Hyunjinâs small face.
âPleaseâŚâ â he whines at your touch, already so beautifully needy even though you havenât done much yet.
He had been driving you insane at work today, teasing you at every opportunity, âaccidentallyâ letting a touch linger too long on your hip, a kiss a little bit too passionate and lasting a second too long. You knew he was just driving you up the wall on purpose and you guess he got what he wanted but that also meant that you were allowed to torture him a little to get back at him.
âPlease what, princess?â- Hyunjin nestles his face against your hand and sighs contently.
âI need you so badâŚâ â he murmurs against your hand, giving a little kiss to your palm and you suddenly want to hand him the world served on a silver platter.
Seeing as Jisung has finally found the rope hidden in your dresser, you bend down to take Hyunjinâs hands into yours.
âGet up, loveâ â after helping him find his footing again, you teasingly give his cock one generous pump before tying his hands together with the rope and practically tossing him on your shared bed.
He lets out a whimper as you climb after him, hungry eyes zeroed in on his leaking cock. Your hands ghosts over his tip, barely touching him. Another whine leaves his lips as his hips buck up towards your hand, desperate for any kind of relief.
On the other side of his body, Jisung busies himself with kissing up his chest, leaving a trail of wet kisses up his body.
The new unspoken mission was to fuck Hyunjin silly and find out what shades of red he could turn to.
While you still refuse to give in to Hyunjinâs needs, ghosting your fingers across the length of his dick idly, you watch as Jisung put his fingers underneath his chin to tilt his head up to force him to focus his eyes on him.
âYouâre gonna be a good boy, arenât you?â â he asks him sweetly.
Hyunjin nods frantically in response and lets out a tiny âyesâ, hoping that this would mean one of you would finally touch him properly.
Jisung smiles down at him before kissing him deeply. You take the opportunity to wrap your hand around his length at the same time and start pumping him agonisingly slow.
You love how squirmy Hyunjin gets when heâs needy, writhing underneath both your touches, not knowing what to do with his body, where to turn next, which touch to chase. You know it kills him that he canât hold onto Jisungâs shoulder properly or put one of his hands on your thigh with the way his hands are rubbing against the ropes.
You make a mental note to unbind his hands in a bit so his wrists donât get chafed up too badly.
One of Jisungâs hands finds its way down to his chest, playing with his nipples leisurely as he kisses him, the other lightly wrapping around Hyunjinâs neck, not applying pressure yet. It still forces a delicious moan from his lips.
âYouâre being so goodâ â you say in a low voice, slowly undoing the ropes around his wrists. You pepper a few kisses on the slightly reddened skin up to his fingertips, kissing them delicately one by one.
Jisung whispers something in his ear that makes Hyunjin laugh breathily and while you wonder whatâs so funny, it warms your heart to see the two of them so at ease with each other.
You give a light slap to Jisungâs ass to get him to move further up and he yelps loudly.
âThatâs for not including me in the joke. Now get your cute butt up there.â
âBoy secretâ â Hyunjin cheekily says and giggles again. You playfully roll your eyes at him and as revenge, move down to take the head of his cock into your mouth. The sudden warmth makes his giggles die down into a loud whimper, his face contorting from pleasure.
Jisung, as instructed, crawls up the bed and takes a handful of Hyunjinâs hair into his hand, angling his head towards him.
âYou want some too, pretty boy?â
Hyunjin licks his lips in preparation and nods up at him, opening up his mouth obediently before wrapping his plush lips around his length and sucking.
As Hyunjin gets closer to his climax, his hand gently pushes your face away from him, to signal you heâs close while he canât say it verbally.
You let Hyunjin get further away from his high as you watch him and Jisung fool around fondly, your hand splayed out on his tummy. You feel awfully neglected, the slick between your thighs only an indication of how aroused you were.
Jisung was still blissfully lost in the warmth of his mouth, rutting his hips into him over and over, small gasps and praises leaving his lips that only spurn the older man on. Deciding that Hyunjin had enough time to come down and that it was unfair that they were the only two getting some action, you throw your leg over his hips before sinking down on him, eliciting a long, muffled moan from him.
The vibration of his whimpers are enough to tip Jisung over the edge, some of his cum still making it onto Hyunjinâs tongue as he hastily pulls out and drops to sit beside him, catching his breath.
Seeing as Hyunjin can now focus entirely on you, you grin down at him, bracing yourself against his chest as you deliberately start to move your hips against him, his hands immediately coming up to grab at the flesh of your thighs.
âFocus on me now, angelâ â you sigh, chasing your and his high, your hips steadily moving up and down in a rough pace.
Hyunjin throws his head back against the pillows as he lets out a strangled moan, tears already formed in his glossy eyes.
âYouâre so pretty, so pretty, just for us, Hyuneâ â you say between gasps, your climax steadily approaching as you ride him.
âSo fucking pretty. You were made for us.â
All your pretty words seem to work wonders on him, his hips meeting yours in shallow thrusts, desperately trying to get the two of you off and snap the tension that had been building.
You donât know when he moved but Jisungâs warm lips press kisses into your shoulder, his hands now also on your hips, guiding you alongside your other boyfriend.
âI love you, I love youâ â Hyunjin chants and the chord between you snaps, the two of you coming undone in eachotherâs embrace, your juices mixing as you come.
Once your head clears, you lean down and press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, whispering an âI love you tooâ against them. You grab Jisung by his shoulder to also press a kiss to his lips before plopping down beside Hyunjin, utterly exhausted.
Your boyfriends take care of the cleanup before racing to get under the covers with you.
âGlad that stupid fake project brought us together.â
âI think I did a pretty good job at it even though it was fake, donât call it stupid!â
âNot our fault you put so much effort into it.â
âAnd do what? Half-ass it?â
âYeah?â
âI wasnât aware it was fake! Do you think I half-ass all of my work?â
âI donât know? Maybe?!â
With a grin on your lips, you let out a loud sigh at their bickering, as you settle back against the warmth of their bodies. The bed feels a lot more complete now that Hyunjin was by your side as well. Their scent surrounds you, their voices fill your ears, their warmth warms up your body and a peaceful calmness finds your heart.
Surrounded by enough love to let you drift off to sleep even amongst their yapping.
It doesnât take long for them to notice you slumbering between them and smiles filled with affection grow on their faces. They decide to leave their squabble for another day with a soft goodnight kiss before they too settle back against the pillows and hope for sleep to find them in the embrace of their lovers.
(extra photos from today's concert because look at them)
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hi angel! i love your work so much and fell in love with bambi!reader, so i was hoping you could write something for me ^_^
can you pls pls pls write bambi!reader comforting rafe after he gets into it with ward? i feel like sheâd know exactly how to comfort himmm (pure fluff pls, i read too much smut lmaooo)
warnings: ward cameron, arguing, shouting, a little bit of physical violence, poor rafe who deserves so much better, mention of murder (iâm not referencing peterkin), fluff, soft petting, words of affirmation
a/n: aww bambi!reader has been getting so much love, it makes my heart happy to know that you enjoy the works that sheâs in <3
âyou had one job, rafe.. one!â ward had been shouting at rafe for nearly an hour already, his face flush with anger. âyou really have a way of fucking things up, huh? i should put a caution sign on your forehead.â rafeâs fist clenched as he listened to his father, trying his best to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest with every word that ward spat.
âi already told you that i couldnât close out the business accounts and wire the money to a different one. apparently iâm not next in line to own cameron development anymore. âyou know something about that?â rafe was in disbelief when he had to find out from a service representative that his own father took him off of the family business, something that he worked hard all these years for in order to prove he was worthy of running.
ward froze. he had forgotten about that. âwere you ever gonna tell me, or were you just gonna be a coward about it?â rafe stood up, towering over his father with that crazy look in his eyes. âwhat you forgot to do before you faked your own death instead of facing your problems like a man, was take my name off of the inheritance of tanneyhill.â he laughed, âi own this shit now.â rafe stepped closer, backing ward into the wall. âget out of my house.â ward was seething, his hand coming up to fist rafeâs shirt.
âyour house? iâm the one who worked like a dog to get us here.â ward said through gritted teeth, shoving rafe in his chest. rafe stumbled, scoffing out a laugh as he then pushed his father. âworked like a dog to get us here but you were more than willing to leave me here while you start a new life in fuckinâ guadeloupe.â rafe fought to keep his emotions at bay.
âleave. and donât ever come back.â wardâs chest was rising and falling, both him and rafe glaring at one another. âyouâre cut off. good luck keeping up with this place on your own.â ward smiled bitterly. âcut off?â rafe narrowed his eyes, âiâve been cut off, dad. i havenât used a cent of yours since i was nineteen. all this time iâve been making money my own way, and a lot of it too. âseems like your old man brain forgot about that.â rafe nudged ward as he walked past, his father following him out of the master bedroom.
âiâm leaving. when i come back i want you out of here,â rafe grabbed his truck keys, his skin on fire as he looked up the staircase, âand by the way, asshole, iâm not by myself. i got the prettiest girl on the island on my arm everywhere i go.â ward watched as his son walked out the front door. rafe was seeing red the whole time he drove to your house, cursing under his breath as he recalled his fatherâs words.
âthe fucking nerve that guy has.â he punched the steering wheel, nostrils flaring as tears pricked at his eyes. he was the only one who was there to take care of things when ward was âgoneâ. even going as far as committing crimes so his father wouldnât face any kind of scrutiny. yet, there he was telling him that he was a fuck up.
rafe spent the next five minutes mumbling to himself, his hands shaking as he parked outside your driveway. you were curled up on the porch swing, an open book in your lap when he walked up the stone path. all it took was one look at your boyfriend to have you scrambling up from your seat, eager to soothe him in any way you can. âoh, ray, whatâs wrong?â you guided him inside, locking the door shut before both of you made your way up to your room.
âitâs ward. he came back just to tell me shit about not closing the bank accounts under cameron development.â you knew all about rafeâs conflict with his father. from the way he favored everyone else over his eldest, to the constant nagging and insults. sitting rafe down on the edge of your bed, you couldnât help the way your heart sunk at the sight of defeat in his shoulders, his eyes void of any emotion.
slipping his shoes off, you took your usual seat in his lap, stroking the outline of his jaw as he vented. âiâll never be good enough for him. i killed for him goddamit, and what do i get in return? âi should put a caution sign on your forehead.â rafe imitated wardâs voice from earlier. you blinked, pecking his cheek. âyouâre an amazing son, rafe. shame on him for not recognizing that.â rafe stared up at you, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
you were the only one that looked at him with pure adoration, the only one who made him feel like he had a purpose. âi think youâre amazing, rafe. you donât sit around, waiting to get things done, youâre so helpful, and so, so kindâ to me.â he chuckled at the clarification, rubbing a large hand over your knee. âyou think so?â he leaned his head against your chest, your arms coming up to hold him. âi know so.â you sighed, breathing in his scent.
âwanna be little spoon tonight?â your voice alone made him relax, his eyes fluttering shut.
â..yeah.â
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fellow + gidel ssr time fellas
(This bastard took an entire soft pity :(( but hey, I got a Dorm Uniform Jade dupe and finally FINALLY my first Dorm Uniform Floyd on the way, so I ain't too pressed about it.) RISE UP FELLOWIVES NOWâS YOUR TIME
***Character profile, voice lines, Groovy, and vignette spoilers below the cut!!***
First off! His official profile, coffin, and candy (Fox Candy):
(School) Grade/Class: None
Birthday: May 17 (Taurus)
Age: 26
Height: 181 cm
Dominant Hand: Right
Hometown: ???
Club: None
Best Subject: Mathematics (specifically Arithmetic)
Hobby: Watching theater
Dislikes: Saving money
Favorite Food: Apples
Least Favorite Food: Potatoes
Special Skill: Sewing
We finally get confirmation of Fellowâs age! (He had previously said in Playful Land that he was 20-something.)
I love that Fellowâs best subject is math Deuce is jealous/j; it makes so much sense given that his inspiration, Honest John (and Fellow himself) arenât good at reading. Itâs that whole âkids are either good at math or Englishâ stereotype. In Japanese, the phrase çŽć° is used. çŽć° refers to arithmetic, or very basic math taught in elementary school (adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing). That specific phrase explains Fellowâs elementary level of understanding. His dislike being saving money is also related to numbers; he spends the money he has right away to get by in the moment. Fellow doesnât really have the skill or the luxury of financial planning, he has to focus on the here and now, looking out for both himself and Gidel.
OMG, his favorite and least favorite foods???? đ Playful Land has apple (core) flavored candies and popcorn⌠and again, this is a reference to Honest John and Pinocchioâs first encounter! He takes the kidâs apple and eats it, lol cnsvwiwguwkw Potatoes being his disliked food⌠Maybe itâs because itâs the âpoorâ manâs vegetable? Because potatoes are so versatile, keep for a long time, and are filling because of the starch content, Fellow might resort to eating them a lot, so perhaps as a result he got sick of the taste.
What I find most interesting about Fellowâs profile are his listed hobby and special skill. He largely comes off as despicable and a slimy scammer (which he is, donât get me wrong), but we can see different sides to him in these detailsâboth the inner child that had his dreams trampled but remains hopeful about the future and the big brother figure/guardian to a child. Gidel is actually formally referred to in Fellowâs profile as his (non-blood related) brother, which made my heart melt 𼺠TWST must know I have a thing for beastmen who act shitty but are actually excellent mentors to the children/j
Fellow enjoys watching theater. Itâs a way of transporting you away temporarily to new worlds with crazy stories and emotional performances. When words arenât enough, you sing. And when singing isnât enough, you dance. Itâs an area thatâs so full of life and joy, at least from the audienceâs perspective. Iâm thinking that watching theater must have been a form of escapism for Fellow, especially with how accessible it is (think of like street performances). Watching theater might also serve a dual purpose of teaching Fellow how to come across as amicable and friendly, which says a LOT about his character. Heâs resourceful and able to learn from unconventional sources, then is able to apply those skills to real world situations.
Fellowâs special skill being sewing is surprisingly very cute! If youâve taken one look at his and Gidelâs designs, we may have already spotted some of his handiwork. Thereâs mismatched fabric patches on their clothes!! The stitches look so clean too. The patterns not matching is probably because Fellow just used whatever scraps he was able to get his hands on, but I also like to imagine that he tried to make the best of the situation by incorporating the mismatched fabrics in a fun way (like the diamonds in his pants).
Next, can we talk about the composition of that GROOVY????
Itâs another reference to the same Pinocchio scene! Fellowâs holding his book like Honest John did and it looks like heâs trying to teach Gidel the alphabet from words scratched on the sidewalk. Notice how the C is written backwards too đ He even wears glasses like when Honest John was trying hard to act like an intellectual.
And Gidel!!! Pencil and pad of paper in hand, he looks so interested to learn (something which was hinted at in Playful Land). Gideon in the film is also shown with a pen and pad of paper, scribbling down nonsense as Fellow pretends to diagnose Pinocchio.
Gidel glances up at Fellow with an expression of admiration. I love how wholesome their relationship is depicted as, it leaves a warm feeling in the heart.
The framing of this Groovy is very interesting. We have Fellow to our leftâa direction has historically been associated with evil (in Italian, the word for left is even sinistra, as if to imply something sinister) and in the darkness. Gidel is the one to our right and in the light. It presents Fellow to us as someone who has given up on his dreamsâbut not completely, since we see some light touching his hat, gloves, and highest features + he is currently teaching Gidel and still has dreams of opening his own school. Gidel is shown in the light because heâs still a naive child that doesnât understand how the world works. His dreams havenât been destroyed yet, and thereâs hope for him to have a better life since Fellow is looking after him and instructing him.
CHECK THIS OUT, GIDEL FOLLOWS FELLOW TO CLASS LIKE MARY'S LAMB OR SOMETHING????? Gidel pops out from under the desk or out of/behind Fellow's cape! Gidel also joins Fellow on the homescreen.
Some of Fellow's expressions are so priceless... For example, look at him in Flight! There's an unsure face and a little bead of sweat. (He makes a lot of pathetic accompanying sounds too, lol) Flying takes magic, so he's probably not confident or powerful enough to maintain flight for long stretches of time--though when he does nail it, he looks ultra smug.
ADGKVAVFOOEFIEQOfsl HIS SHOCKED FACE
How uncool, Fellow-san...
His attack sprites are very similar/identical to what we saw in Playful Land--Fellow's just playing for the opposite team now.
Gidel hops into battle to assist, so I guess they count as the first two-character card. It's been a while since I've seen these animations, but I think I can appreciate them a lot more now. I'm noticing new little things like how Fellow adds a bunch of showmanship into his attack, little flashy flourishes and even presenting Gidel with his arms splayed, as if welcoming a star to the spotlight. The attention to detail really is crazy for these.
If you want to read his voice lines in full, you can find an excellent fan translation of them here! I'll just be remarking on things I noticed while combing through the voice lines myself:
First off: bro calls himself Fellow Hones-SAMA???????? OKAY, KING đ Love that confidence you got goin' on there...
bifabsiyofbefe Love how he just reads a textbook and then flat-out admits he has no clue what the heck it's saying. Hey, honesty is a virtue.
Ace đ He has the balls to play a prank on an adult... I kind of want to know what the prank was, but at the same time I feel like I should be shaking my head and telling him off for doing it in the first place. I do appreciate that Ace being shitty brought out Fellow's true personality there for a second though, I live for it when Fellow gets real steamed and starts shouting that the NRC students are brats or that they should drop out if they have no motivation in school.
The way Fellow automatically clocked that Kalim is way too trusting and would surely be in danger even if he wasn't the one to come for him... Fellow, watch your back. Jamill WILL come for your sketchy ass for what you did back then.
I didn't find anything super interesting in Fellow's comments about Ortho, but I do think it reveals that there is value in him coming to school. It's only at NRC where Fellow can see such a curious thing like Ortho, and that speaks to the value of really going out there and being exposed to different things. That's part of Lilia's own growth arc too, and a large part of why he now spreads that same rhetoric.
Fellow remarks that Ramshackle is "pretty sweet", which means one of two things: either this is the refurbished post-book 6 dorm OR it's still the shabby pre-book 6 dorm, but since Fellow and Gidel have never really had their own stable housing, even run-down old Ramshackle seems like a massive upgrade.
Fellow and Gidel must have been so happy to see that lunch at NRC is free and served buffet style (so there's no limits to how much you can take). On top of that, they got dead chefs from 5 star restaurants staffing the kitchen! Those two really hit the jackpot, I hope they eat well.
AVUSDGVUADOVIAISDBIDAS THE DIALOGUE IMPLYING FELLOW CASUALLY BYPASSED THE SCHOOL'S BARRIER AND OTHER SECURITY MEASURES... So Chenya-core of him, really. Fellow may not have magical might, but he's seriously street smart to have found a way in like he has.
Small detail but I appreciate how Fellow has lines which call attention to Gidel. It doesn't just remind us that Gidel is there too, but it also demonstrates to us that Fellow actively tries to include him in the conversation despite Gidel's muteness (a condition which may lead others to outright ignoring him or talking down to him).
LAST THING (though it's not in MysteryShopTL's linked post): in his birthday greeting to the player, Fellow says that both you and him don't have talent for magic, so you should get along. I didn't think the game would acknowledge the player and Fellow's similarity in that sense, so it was very nice to be proven wrong.
And to finish off this post (which ended up being way more massive than I thought it would be), a quick summary of the vignettes!! If you want to read them in full, please check out MysteryShopTLsâ post!
In vignette 1, Fellow and Gidel are putting on a street performance in Silk City. Fellow collects fees from the onlookers and then tries to milk more out of them by spinning a story about how Gidel is a puppet that can walk without strings. Buuut Gidel moves like a normal living being and sneezes, which ruins the ruse and leads to the crowd getting mad at them. The duo run off, but Fellow reveals that while the locals were looking at Gidel, he used magic to steal some of their precious metals and jewelry. In the next vignette, Fellow and Gidel have moved on to Fairest City. It's said that they live a nomadic lifestyle and hop from place to place, never staying for too long in any one location because word of their scams may spread and cause a situation where they cannot reasonably make money through their lies. (Cute detail: Fellow listens to Gidel's suggestions on where they should go next and even praises Gidel's smarts.) This time Fellow's trying to auction off a magestone that he claims will allow anyone who holds it to use magic. The people of Fairest City don't believe him and give him the cold shoulder, which upsets Fellow (since he really hates it when others look down on him). He ends up using his UM to get his audience to be more pliant and manages to sell the magestone for a pretty penny. At the end of this vignette, Fellow drops a line about how he and Gidel are so free, how they can do whatever they want since they have nothing holding them back. I really love that thought~
AND IF YOU THOUGHT VIGNETTES 1 AND 2 WERE FUNNY HAHA TEEHEE CUTE, WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE VIGNETTE 3 đ VIGNETTE 3 FELT LIKE IT WAS A TARGETTED SNIPE ON MY HEART
The setting is Sunrise City! Fellow and Gidel are being chased off by an angry person they tried to rob. It looks like they're unsuccessful today and will be going hungry. Gidel tries opening a random can of OIL in search of food, so Fellow scolds him and tells him to leave it be. Apparently Gidel does this a lot when he's hungry (just grabbing random shit and trying to eat it), even though Fellow has tried teaching him how to read. THIS IS WHAT THE CONTEXT OF THE GROOVY IS, FELLOW SQUATS DOWN (like we literally see his 2D model lowering) AND DRAWS IT ON THE GROUND FOR GIDEL TO SEE. O is for orange, I is for ice-cream, and L is for laugh. Fellow realizes that L is the only non-food word, but he couldn't come up with anything else. I wonder if like... this is some common game they do to distract from hunger. They have to imagine the food they could have but can't. And L being "laugh"? That can't be a coincidence. Fellow could have used any other L word as an example, even if he couldn't come up with a food that starts with L. It makes me think he picked "laugh" on purpose in an effort to lift Gidel's spirits and to try and distract from their circumstances.
Aaaah, as I was saying! Fellow gets upset that he doesn't know as much as your average 26-year old would since he never went to school. Gidel seems to sense his frustrations and reassures him with a pat, which reenergizes Fellow. He says he'll try to find some food, so Gidel should focus on making a fire. While gathering wood to burn, they come across a job posting by a shady rich man that Fellow and Gidel supposedly did another job for in the past. Fellow suggests that they check out the job and if they don't like it then they can leave. ADSKJBBSLDIADBLUBAB These are the events leading up to Playful Land... meaning that Fellowâs showmanship is wasnât something he developed at the amusement park, but as a general coping and survival mechanism to get by day-to-day.
I uh. May or may not have cried a little at Fellow and Gidel's really wholesome interaction đ I MEAN YEAH OF COURSE I'M A SUCKER FOR BIG BROTHER CHARACTERS (and we certainly see that in how Fellow scolds Gidel and looks out for his wellbeing, both in the vignettes and in Playful Land) but also???????? ? ? ? ? ?? ?????? ? ? ? ?? I love Love LOVE how Gidel is shown to be supportive of Fellow as well. Fellow as the older person, the adult, and the able-bodied one of the duo is pulling most of the weight when it comes to getting resources and handling communication. However, Gidel plays an important role in their dynamic as well. He's the heart and the emotional support that Fellow needs when he's down in the dumps and being hard on himself. Gidel not only serves as a "reason" for Fellow to work hard (to support a child), but he also gives Fellow motivation and hope that tomorrow can be another day. YOU CAN REALLY TELL HOW MUCH THESE TWO CARE AND LOOK OUT FOR ONE ANOTHER OTL
OOOOOOOoooOOooOOGGHHHH MY HEART *clutches it* I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE, I CAN'T HANDLE THE ONII-SAMA OF IT ALL
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:33 can you imagine Ford reading his book trying so hard to focus on the paragraph but like- Heâs so distracted by Readerâs kisses and snuggles like like theyâre acting like a cat and Ford just kalskskdjskdk
Ford was trying his hardest to get through the paragraph, he really was, but when you were sleepy ford found that you tended to become more affectionate. As was the case when he felt you snuggle up into his side as closely as you physically could while pressing tender kisses to his jaw and side of his neck.
âBeloved.â Ford said softly.
âYes my dearest?â You purred, nuzzling your head into his chest, pressing a kiss there because you felt like it, that and you didnât think you give Ford as much affection as he deservedâŚalso the little hitches in his breathing were delicious.
âIâm- im trying to read and youâre being quite-â
âDistracting?â You asked and you could see the blush spreading across his face as his fingers toyed with the corners of the pages belonging to the book he was reading. For someone as smart and eloquent as him, you lived for the days where you got to see him be flustered and unsure of himself when it can to displaying affection, especially seeing as he had went without such for a good majority of his life.
âIâm afraid so my dear, you know how easily affected I am by your preferred form of affection.â Ford replied, feeling his mind falter and freeze upon feeling your lips once again kindly greet the skin of his jawline, little kisses scattered across it that it almost felt ticklish. He knew you were smiling and feeling proud of yourself because he could feel it pressed up against the pulse point of his neck.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about my sweetheart,â you spoke against his skin, closing your eyes as you felt his skin grow warmer under your lips as his pulse pulsed against them as though eagerly reciprocating your kisses with his quick it was going, âI thought a man like you could keep his composure.â You added with a chuckle, knowing from firsthand experience that wasnât the case at all.
âIâm afraid that does not count when in the presence of a true beauty of a person such as you may love.â Ford felt you stiffen as he smiled to himself, yes he could be poetic as they come, he had to read Jane Austenâs books for a class once in college and could recite anything from that book off by heart from how often he annotated the poor book front to back, and in incredible depth too.
âWho knew youâd be a man of such flattering words Stanford.â You teased as you were now practically half sat on his lap that Ford had to lay a hand against the small of your back to keep you pressed against. Ford chuckles as he hurries his face into your head, hiding his sweet smile, âonly for you my dear, only for you.â He chants softly and you couldnât help but thank whom ever for bringing Ford to you, for he was the best thing to have ever happened in your life, and you would gladly dedicate yourself to showing him just how much you adore him; it was the least you could do for the man you loved to death.
âYou deserve to be caressed by words, not showered in them. kissed, not smothered. Praised with words whispered in your ears rather than out loud in public as though it was a spectacle. I want to love you in moments like these, soft, slow, forgettable to most but memorable to others who donât live life in the fast lane and forget to cherish the quieter parts in life.â You tell Ford sincerely as you positioned your head back to rest against his shoulder, while his hand absentmindedly stroked your side softly, slowly; his book long forgotten as you both decided to enjoy each others company without making a freaks spectacle out of it.
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My Honey ⥠My Bee (fic)
Link to Art (credits go to @munchr00m (elaine !) on Twitter!): Sethos/Scaramouche
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Summary: Wanderer and Sethos hang out, but Scaraâs thoughts and uncertainty about their dynamic in the future end up eating at him. Sethos reassures him through convincing means.
A/N: SethoScara!! These two have me in a chokehold and the art and fanfics for these two are amazing. And here is my contribution :) Inspiration for this fic comes from this post. I did my best to retain Scaraâs bratty attitude, but I also wanted to show a softer and vulnerable side to him. So, Iâm sorry if Scaramouche seems OOC to you all. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
P.S. There is a small scene that might be slightly NSFW to some, youâll see it when you get to it, so you can skip the section until you donât see any of the stuff you donât want to see. Canât reveal too much for spoilers. If anyoneâs interested in me writing a smut fic (would be my first!) for these two, let me know! Iâll leave a poll :)
Word Count: 1965 Also on AO3!
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The sky was a mix of red and orange hues as the sun set over the horizon. At the base of a tree outside of Sumeru City sat Wanderer and Sethos. The two of them have grown to like each otherâs presence and made the tree their special spot to be with one another.
âBeautiful, isnât it?â Sethos spoke.
âYou have poor taste in beauty,â Scaramouche answered, making Sethos chuckle. âThat wasnât supposed to be funny.â
âHehe, I know. I never get tired of your responses.â
âHmph, weirdo.â
A comforting silence settled afterward before Scaramouche spoke again.
âWhyâŚWhy do you keep putting up with me?â
The seriousness in his tone made Sethos look at him with concern.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm a nobody. Someone who tried to become a god. A puppet that was thrown away because they were useless. One that makes mean and snarky comments. Why? Why do you want to be with someone like me?â
A surprised look crossed Sethosâs face.
âIsnât it obvious? Itâs because I like being with you.â
Scaraâs eyes widened as Sethos continued.
âI was curious about your mysterious past and kept pestering you until you told me. When you did, I didnât turn away disgusted or begin to hate you. All it did was make me want to be with you even more.â
Conflicting emotions and uncertainty ran through Wanderer's eyes before they were stopped by a hand on his cheek.
âYou dare-â Scara started, making a move to swat Sethosâs hand away before Sethos started stroking his cheek with his thumb. He went quiet as he made eye contact with Sethos who had an endearing expression on his face.
âI'll take care of you.â
I'll take care of you.
A flicker of light is shown behind Wandererâs eyes upon hearing those words. But as quick as it came, his eyes darkened with uncertainty.
âIt's rotten work.â
âNot to me.â
Surprised, stormy eyes met determined, loving ones.
âNot if it's you.â
Those words were an arrow to his heart as tears from decades of sadness, anger, and hurt threatened to fall. The world seemed to blur around him as his senses were solely focused on the man in front of him.
âThe things you mentioned are in the past. It's time for you to move on and not let them plague your mind.â
Sethos leaned closer, accidentally making Scaraâs hat fall off his head. The latter could hardly care as he felt Sethos comb his fingers through his hair and his breath on his face. Not to mention the soft lips that were barely a millimeter from his own.
âYou aren't useless, Scara.â
Sethosâs warm breath hit him in the face as he spoke.
âYou aren't a nobody either. Since our first interaction with one another, I was obsessed with you. Your hat. Your past. Your attitude. But most importantly, what hid behind those stormy eyes of yours. And the more I got to learn about you, I began falling for you. I wanted you. I liked you. I love being with you. Your sassy attitude, you calling me a busy bee, I cherished those moments. In my eyes, you are the perfect being and you have a place in my heart. I will go to the ends of the world to fight with you. To be with you. ToâŚlove you.â
Sethos pushed forward, softly planting his lips on Wandererâs. He melted into the kiss, kissing back with fervor as Sethos took the lead.
âSethohh- mmm~â
Sethos smiled into Scaraâs mouth, taking pride in making him fall apart. Taking it a step further, he licked his lips asking for entrance. When he met no resistance and instead Wanderer parted his lips, he dove right in.
âSe- mmph! Mmhmm~â
âMmm~â
Sethos sucked his tongue, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy as he tangled his fingers in Sethos's hair. Sethos deepened the kiss, gently pushing his back to the ground.
âS- ahh! Mmm~ Aah! Mmphahh~â
âMmochi~ Hah! Scaraah~ Mmm~ You have hah~ too many ngh~ na- aah~ names~â
They continued their make-out session, drowning in each other's embrace and letting out their feelings for one another.
They broke for breath after some time. Sethos towering over Wanderer with his arms on both sides of his head and the latter laying his head back on the grass looking up at Sethos. His face was flushed, complimenting the pink and orange hues of the sky and Scara couldn't help but reach out a hand towards his cheek, caressing him.
âBeautiful,â he breathed out.
A red tint started to spread to Sethos's ears and a shy smile started to form.
âM-Me?â
âsnort. Yes, you.â
He wrapped his arms around Sethos, bringing him down to his chest.
âI hate how you make me feel so mushy inside."
There's no bite behind those words. Instead, love and affection.
âIt's my job now, honey~â
âArgh, Sethos.â
âWhat? You call me a bee, I call you honey. Plus, you are so sweet-â
âI am not sweet.â
âYes, you are. Especially your taste. Sweet like honey. No wonder I am a bee that is so attracted to you~â
Scara just groaned, his face flushed red. âWhere did you even learn to kiss like that?â he asked, changing the subject.
âOh, that. Heh,â Sethos rubbed the back of his head, rolling off him and laying beside him.
âYou know how they say the quiet ones are the interesting ones? I'm far from being quiet, but since being in the Temple of Silence, I tend to be alone in my thoughts a lot and my imagination runs wild. And when I first laid my eyes on you, I never stopped thinking what it would be like to kiss those lips of yours.â
Wandererâs heart fluttered in his chest, knowing that Sethos was thinking of him from the first time they met.
âAnd how did it feel?â he asked, turning to him.
âWe both know the answer to that.â
âI want to hear it from you.â
Sethos chuckled, facing him. âAlright, if you really want to hear it. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. The moment just felt right. When our lips touched, a pleasant tingling sensation traveled down my spine. Having your lips locked on mine, it just felt like we were meant to be together. Oh! Your moans. Donât get me started on your moans. They were sweet as hon-â
âOkay, you are just teasing and trying to make me flustered.â
âMaybe~ Is it working?â
âNot even.â
âYou sure about that? What's that reddening on your ears?â
âOh, shut up.â
âMake me.â
âIs that a challenge?â
âWhat do you think?â
âOh, you are asking for it, annoying bee.â
âI'll like to see you- ack! Ahahaha! T-Tihihickling is cheheating!â
Scaramouche smirked, hearing his giggles as he tased his sides with ease. âAw. Sucks to be you then~â
âWahahait! Nohohoho fahahair!â
Scara draped himself over Sethos, lazily tracing random patterns from his shoulder blades to his neck to his chest and back again.
âDoesn't take much for me to make you giggle, little bee.â
âHahahaha! Mohohochihi! Gehehet off mehehehe!â Sethos tried to roll around to no avail.
âHmm, let me think about it,â Scara put on a fake thinking face for a few moments before he began to knead Sethosâs hips making him choke on a surprised laugh. âNah.â A smug look crossed his face. âI want to do this all day~â
âGAhahaha! Nohohoho! You ahahare- NAHAHAHA! Nohot thahat SPOHOHOT!â
Sethos shrieked as his lover dug his fingers into his armpits causing him to clamp them down.
âYou are losing, my love~â Wanderer teased, rubbing deep circles into his lover's armpits causing him to howl with laughter.
âAHAHAHA! HOHOHONEY! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!â
âOh really? Here, let me help. Tickle tickle tickle~â
âTHAHAHATâS NOHOHOT HEHELPING! YOUâRE MAHAHAKING IHIHIT WOHORSE!â
âHow about this? Coochie coochie coo~â
âSTAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA!â
âI have no idea what you are talking about,â Scara said, playing dumb.
âYOHUHU LIAHAHAR! YOU- GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!â
Sethos squealed as Scara used his thumb to massage his upper ribs.
âPLEheaSE ScahahARA!â
âOh, my ticklish, little bee. Begging already? We are barely getting started~â
He decided to have a little mercy on Sethos, slowing down, so he could take a breather.
âThahank youhuhu,â he giggled out.
âIâll tell you what,â Scara started. âIf you donât laugh for 5 minutes straight, you win the challenge and get to tickle me to your heartâs content. If you lose, get ready to be tickled without mercy.â
âPfft, 5 minutes. I can handle that. Challenge accepted!â
Wanderer inwardly grinned, his scheme working as he kissed Sethos with passion. Being caught off guard, Sethos quickly recovered, returning the kiss, unaware of the one hand that was inching closer and closer to his side until-
âMMPHAHAHA!â
Perfect.
âNoho! Youhuhu caught mehe off guahard!â
âI win~â Scara cheekily said. âSeems like that was your best⌠what a pity.â
âYou planned that from the start!â Sethos pouted.
He stuck his tongue out towards Sethos. âBleh, I win and that is all that matters. Come here and give me my prize.â
He lunged toward Sethos, leaving him no time to escape before he crawled his fingers under his clothes and attacked his tummy.
âIâll geHEt yOUhu bahACK! AhAHAhAha!â
âKeep on dreaming little bee~â
After what felt like an eternity to Sethos of Wanderer skittering his fingers along his sensitive spots and teasing him to oblivion, his lover let up, lying right beside him.
âMouchehe, youâre a ruhuthlehess tihickler.â
âHeh, that means that Iâm still good at it or you are just too ticklish for your own good, or maybe both.â
âScaraaa.â
They both fell into a peaceful silence as they stared up at the now starry sky, enjoying each otherâs presence.
âSethos?â Wandererâs voice was soft when he spoke his name.
âHmm?â
âYour words from before, I wanted to hear someone say those words to me for so long.â
âWhich ones? You being sweet?â Sethos teased.
âSethos,â Scara groaned. âIâm trying to be vulnerable here.â
âHehe. Sorry sorry,â he chuckled, turning towards him and hugging him.
âIâm talking about when you told me youâd take care of me,â Scaramouche continued, snuggling into his embrace. âHow itâs not rotten work to you and how you love me.â
He took a breath before continuing.
âIt's all I ever wanted. Someone to say those words to me.â
A shooting star raced through the sky, lighting up his eyes. Sethos saw hope and a new spark of life in those mesmerizing eyes of his.
âI know Iâm a bratty character and thatâll probably never go away, but I love you. I truly love you, even if I donât show it at times. AndâŚand Iâll go to the ends of the world for you too.â
Sethos could see the tips of his ears reddening and he inwardly grinned at how cute he was before going in for a quick peck on the cheek.
âMochi, I love you so much. You are so freakin cute right now. But in all seriousness, Iâm happy that you are in my life and I canât wait to spend all of it with you. My sweet, honey love.â
âArchons, you are going to be the death of me you mushy bee.â
Sethos brought their lips together for a slow and soft kiss. Knocking their foreheads softly together, both of them stared into each otherâs eyes, enjoying the moment before pulling away. Sethos was the first to stand up, grinning from ear to ear. Wanderer shook his head in amusement, picking up his hat and setting it atop his head before reaching out towards his loverâs outstretched hand. They started their way back into the city, hand in hand with fingers entwined.
My Honey.
My Bee.
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The Five Year Plan | Gaz x Reader
Synopsis: When your fiancĂŠ breaks up with you, you start to question your timeline; who needs a man when you can have a baby yourself? Who better to ask for help on creating one than your arch-nemesis Kyle Garrick?
Note: F!Reader, Fat/Plus sized Reader, Reader is implied to be Black but can be read as WoC, Readers nickname is 'Siggy', there will be no y/n use Content warning: none; besides a terrible grasp of british-isms
Chapter One: Piss off Kyle
It was while sitting beneath the awning of your favorite bistro that youâd come to a great realization. Hugo Montclair, your fiance of three years, was not just a bore but a bit of a jackass.Â
Also, the lavender cake was no longer listed on Le Misaâs menu. So, technically two great realizations. As bad as it sounded, one concerned you more than the other.
Squinting you give the laminated sheet another thorough read to confirm your suspicions and⌠ah, yes. Itâs not there. Where it should be between the ladies fingers and the lemon cake is an empty, discolored space.Â
With a manicured finger you chip away at the corners to reveal the sloping letter âLâ beneath the meticulously placed correction tape.Â
This was no good.
âSiggy, darling have you heard a word I said?â
You hum in reply, still deeply baffled with the current conundrum. Hugo calls your name again, not satisfied until youâve given him your attention.Â
He leans his head down to be in your line of sight. Heâs a bit too blonde and polished for you not to focus your attention on. Like a shiny beacon. You try not to sigh deeply and instead plaster on a smile.Â
âYes, I heard you darling, you want to break up because youâre seeing Maddie from downstairs.â
Hugo extends his dainty manicured hands across the small table to cover yours above the menu.Â
âIâm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you this way.â
His eyes are carefully soft and his expression does that awkward stretch people do when attempting to project a facsimile of contriteness. In this case it just makes the skin around his mouth pucker oddly, displacing the filler he swears he gets for preventive measures.
You pat his hand politely with a smile âItâs fine, Hugo, really. Do you think I can borrow your menu? I think there's been a bit of a mistake.â
You are sliding the paper to your side of the table before you can finish the sentence. Hugo is a bit taken aback and blanches.
Another sweeping glance at Hugoâs menu reveals much of the same.Â
Thereâs no lavender cake.
âLook, I know this is hard to take in but I want us to try to at least be amicable. Weâve been together for years and your parents and friends adore me.â
At this you snort but quickly cover it with a cough. Your parents tolerated him at best and your friends had made it well known they disapproved of Hugo. (Something about being a posh chihuahua enamored with its own self importance.)
You frown thinking of the dramatics his mother would put on inevitably, so sure youâd ruined the engagement to her son on purpose.Â
But really what could you do?Â
It wasnât the most convenient thing to have your boss's beloved son kick you to the metaphorical curb, but technically you were the one who had been cheated on. Totally not your fault this time!
âI said I got it, you canât help who you love and etcetera.â You give a cluck of your tongue before looking up once more hoping to catch the circling barista's eye.Â
The mid afternoon lunch crowd at Le Misaâs is blessedly tame for a Thursday. The gloomy weather outside makes it easier to spot the jittery teen in a crimson red apron. The poor girl is glued to a corner, hunched over and clutching a notepad in white knuckle grip.Â
She sees you shift in her periphery and snaps terrified eyes to your half raised arm. You do your best to smile sans teeth as you wave her over, coaxing her closer with small fluid movements.Â
You hope youâre projecting calming vibes because she looks a bit green around the gills from the very thought of being needed by a customer.Â
When sheâs meters from your table you lean forward, your tits and belly squash a bit over the table causing your empty saucer to clatter before settling. Hugo, despite his offended chittering, stops long enough to stare at your chest. With a roll of your eyes you ignore his open panting. Typical.
âHi darling,â you chirp in an octave higher than your usual. âI just had a quick question about the cakes? There used to be a lavender one here, Iâve been ordering it for years. Can you tell me what happened to it?â
âUm w-well.â The trembling girl blinks are twitchy and rapid, sputtering out umâs and ohâs.
âOh, noâ you think to yourself.Â
You might have broken her. Still, you nod your head in support waiting for her to gather her wits. The poor thing was obviously a new employ with a bitch of a case of social anxiety.
Your efforts are for nothing in the end because a loud clearing throat causes you both to freeze, just as itâs seem sheâd gotten up her courage.
Your cheek ticks as you watch the skittish girl clam up again. Hugoâs gaze has pried off your cleavage long enough to laser something disapproving and pointed at the side of your forehead.Â
Heâs even doing that thing with his face that youâve always hated. His cheeks suck in like a goldfish and he does the eyebrow raise and head cock that screams âI am very displeased.â
âWhat? I just need to ask her something. I'll be just a sec.â
Hugoâs frown only deepens and he lets out the most dramatic sigh youâve ever heard from a thirty two year old man.
It causes you to roll your eyes. Really, why couldnât he just break up with you through text? This whole kerfuffle was starting to drag on and ruin your already limited lunch hour.
What happened to just saying âitâs not you, itâs me?â or ghosting like a normal person?Â
You give the hovering teenager a tight smile and lift a single manicured finger to signify the need for a moment. She scurries back into the safety of the French doors into the cafe's interior before your hand has a chance to lower.
âHugo darling,â Your tone is careful, neutral like the one you use to disarm your irate clients.Â
âIâm really not upset I promise, weâd barely begun planning the wedding and we never got around to moving in with each other. Really thereâs no harm-â
âShe's pregnant.â he blurts out suddenly.Â
A record scratches in your brain because, âWhat?â
Hugo grimaces. âSheâs about three months pregnant. I didnât know how to tell you.â
One blink. Two⌠before youâre sure there wasnât a punchline coming.Â
âAre you taking the piss right now?â
âSweetheart,â His hands raise in defense âdonât get upset-â
âOh what the actual FUCK Hugo? You told me you wanted to wait until marriage before considering children!â Your hiss is low and dark.Â
More than a small part of you is satisfied with his flinch back to avoid your venom. You're slightly aware of the scene youâre causing but really! The man had kept his sperm under lock and key like his swimmers were precious jewels!
Itâs the one thing heâd put his foot down about, content to let you drive the relationship otherwise.
âI have to be considerate of my legacy as a Montclair, Siggy.â
âWe can talk about it after the wedding, Siggy.âÂ
You didnât understand the hang up because the Montclair clan were as distant from the crown as you were to BeyoncĂŠ! Still heâd been adamant about not having a child out of wedlock.Â
Youâre not very kind about reminding him of the fact either.
âI did mean that, I swear,â he ruffles his coiffed blonde hair, the pomade holding firm but is no match for the havoc his slender fingers trail. âIt just happened and Madelyn and I decided it was a good thing.â
He huffs âI mean letâs be realistic Siggy, sheâs different from you. Sheâs a bit more equipped to take care of a child than you are.â
Oh ho! Now that was rich. You were chomping at the bit to hear how the barely legal heiress was better equipped to birth a baby than you were!
âHow so!â Your tone is one translating the utmost disbelief and sarcasm.Â
Hugo waves a hand in the air, itâs so dismissive and you consider punching him in the nose for it. âSheâs just much more flexible.âÂ
Well ouch?
Thereâs a Rolodex of adjectives your litany of exes used to describe you before they dumped you.Â
Uptight, strict, aloof, intense. âHeartless harpy who feeds on the souls of innocent menâ.Â
The last one came from a starving poet whoâd been freeloading on your nice suede green couch before you'd kicked him and his lute out. How you managed to find the one man in London with dreams of being a modern day bard, who knows.
(You did admire his ways with words and his tongue was capable of art). It had admittedly stung a bit more than the others and you needed an extra hen session with the girls to unpack the resulting feels.Â
Nonetheless, youâve never been called inflexible.Â
Matter of fact, you were pretty fucking flexible! Your Pilates teacher had crowed about it several times during class, thank you very much. (Maybe he was just trying to get you to put out but still, a compliment was a compliment.)
Momentarily you consider if that was actually supposed to be a dig at your weight but Hugo frantically rambles on as if reading your mind.Â
âI just mean that you work long hours at Mumâs firm and youâve told me yourself you wouldnât stop working even if you were pregnant.â
âSo what!â
âSo, thatâs an awful way to raise a child Siggy! Madelyn works for herself and has the time to dedicate to a baby that you donât.â
âOf course she has the time!â you cry out in exasperation, ignoring Hugoâs shushing. If he wanted you to react better he shouldnât have dropped this bomb in public!
âShe teaches yoga to the elderly in her perfect fucking apartment! Iâve been a barrister for all of 2 seconds and I canât just give up my position!â
Hugo rolls his eyes with the dramatic flare only an aristocrat could pull off. âIâve been trying to work on our relationship for months; youâve blown me off every time saying you were working or there was a crisis with your friends.â
âI thought proposing would change things butâŚâ The sad look does make some guilt well up into your veins.Â
Hugoâs shoulder drop and his blue eyes are a bit misty. It makes your throat close with panic. Hugo was prone to sobbing and you really needed to intercept that train before it derailed.
âHugo-â
âIt doesnât even feel like you like me sometimes!â Heâs hiccuping and throwing his hands in the air in exasperation before you know it.Â
Oh for fucks sake!
âItâs like you view me as more of a convenience than a partner. Iâve only ever seen you truly happy over coupons or work or cakes!â
Fat tears roll down his face and youâre handing him your linen napkin with a sigh. He thanks you and blows his nose loudly enough for other tables to glance your way. Wonderful.
When he composes himself you try to refute him.
âHugo, that's not true, I like you,â His gives you a look of complete disbelief that sets you on the defense. âReally I do! I justâŚâ
Your brows furrow as words evade you. You really wish he would have just broken up with you via text.
âI show it differently thatâs all.â Your shoulders sag in defeat.
Hugo gives you a sad smile. Itâs watery and his face is still a bit splotchy.
âBut not like Madelyn does. Be honest, did you ever love me?â
You feel like an absolute bitch because you canât answer him. After a while you both accept that it was about as much as you could say.
Itâs only when youâre halfway to the office that you realize you never did get an answer about the cake.
Kyle Garrick had a radar for when you were about to make a fool of yourself. The man had somehow been privy to every embarrassing moment youâve had in your shared building. You couldnât prove it, but he had to have some kind of sixth sense for your personal humiliation.Â
There was no other explanation because the entire six years youâd lived across from him, he was always conveniently near when shit went awry.
Like that time you locked yourself out wearing only a ratty towel when reaching for a parcel. His stupidly pretty face only twitched in amusement seeing you hunched over and dripping wet.Â
Youâd been attempting to jimmy the cheap lock with a stray paper clip you found discarded nearby. It hadnât gone well, as youâd been more focused on trying to keep your tits and thighs within the thin, cotton fabric.
(They really should make towels for bigger girls more accessible, honestly it was ridiculous!)
It hadnât been your finest moment but he could have had the decency to look away. Instead, he leaned his broad shoulder against his doorway, content to watch you struggle.Â
Youâd snapped at him asking what his problem was and his only reply was ânippy in here, isnât it?âÂ
He did eventually help you break into your flat, but only after youâd called him as many names as you could think of. Heâd waited out your tantrum without as much of a twitch. Heâd simply taken the paper clip from you and sank to the floor in front of the doorknob.
His big hands were surprisingly much more dexterous than yours. Youâd never admit to the lump in your throat or the shudder starting at your toes while staring at the long brown digits.
It didnât help that his whiskey colored eyes bore into yours with an unspoken question when you made a panicked sound. The side of his head had grazed your breasts and the back of the hand holding your towel when he shifted on his knees. The light touch was clearly accidental, but still molten lava shot through you like a rocket on fire.
Intrusive thoughts of him kneeling before you in another context caused you to choke on your saliva. You tried so hard to clear your throat subtly but an embarrassing wheezing sound still managed to escape. Add insult to injury, the infuriating man had to pat your back when your body wracked with coughs.
You werenât proud that you told him to fuck right off when he finally got the door open. You ignored his sarcastic âYouâre welcome, luvâ and slammed the door in his smug face.Â
That was nearly two years ago and the start of your vendetta against the irritating neighbor.
Per usual, he finds you just outside your doorway causing a scene. This time, youâre being clung to by your now ex-fiancĂŠs mistress.
Madelynâs wails are loud, keening things that are razor sharp against your eardrums. Her tearful pleading is loud enough for you to miss the ding of the elevator as it stops on your floor.Â
Kyle strides from the lift like a living bronzed Adonis.Â
With gritted teeth you curse every deity known to mankind.
Wonderful. Truly, amazing actually!
Heâs clearly coming back from a run, His arms are comically large and gleaming with a thin layer of sweat on his brown skin. Youâre able to make out the intricate tattooed shield containing the numbers â141â on his bicep. Itâs the first youâd seen of it (not that you were keeping an eye out for it before).Â
His sleeveless jumper is damp and half zipped to show off a view of his firm pectorals and the first row of his 6-pack. Youâre about to peek lower to his loose gym shorts when he catches your stray perusal and raises a singular brow.
âEverything alright, love?â
âJust peachy, Kyle, thank you.â you snipe in a clipped tone. âPlease feel free to run along.â
Your snarky dismissal is prickly enough that most people would call you a cunt but would blessedly sod off.Â
The disgustingly fit nuisance just removes his headphones from around the cartilage of his ears and continues to linger just outside his door with crossed arms. Behind Madelynâs trembling back you make a harried shoo-ing gesture. Itâs meant to somehow relay that you had everything under control.Â
You did not of course, but the last thing you could stand right now is Kyle fucking Garrick in the mix of this shit-show. No matter how angelic the bastard looked in the dim lighting of the hallway, he had an uncanny ability to piss on all of your emotional reserves.Â
âSiggy!â Madelynâs blubbering cuts off Kyle's next words. âIâm so, SO sorry!â She immediately descends into another fit of sobs against your cleavage.Â
Thereâs a bit of an awkward lull when Kyle snorts out a laugh.âYou think she can breathe in there?â
With closed eyes you lean your head back to look at the ceiling, shooting a âfuck you very muchâ to the universe.Â
Youâd come home 20 minutes prior with murderous miasma cloaking you like a second skin. After being publicly dumped (without even the comfort of sweets to soothe the humiliation) youâd gone straight back to work just to deal with piles upon piles of paperwork.Â
Your only reprieve was Hugoâs mother canceling her standing appointment with you. Youâd still been forced to work with the old womanâs assistant and to your disdain, he was just as persnickety as his employer.
By the time youâd made it home on aching feet and a splitting headache your thoughts were filled with the desire to stuff yourself with a big fat American cheeseburger. Specifically one from the shady shop around the corner that you suspect may be a mafia front. They made damn good cheeseburgers though.Â
Your mind had then of course wondered to the possibility of being caught up in a police raid and if âwanting to support local businessâ be a good enough excuse to get you off the hook.
Itâs how you missed the pint sized ambush lying in wait for you.
Madelyn had been planted outside your door in electric pink spandex and light up sneakers. Sheâd spotted you coming out of the lift and attached herself onto you before you could make a proper run for it.
Since then youâd been stuck holding her instead of the greasy end of a heart attack masquerading as a sandwich. Fat tears continue to wet the collar of the fleece outer coat youâd nabbed at a bargain sale.
âHow long has she been like this?â Kyle asks with a raised brow.
Ignoring him, you do your best to wrestle Madelynâs stiff form back enough to meet her eyes.Â
The younger girlâs face is red and splotchy, snot and mascara darkened tears stain her usually fair skin. Her mousy brown hair could use a wash as well but you arenât unkind enough to point it out. Even though she did shag your husband to be, it was clear the girl was torturing herself with guilt.
It is a bit unfair that the smudged makeup does nothing to detract from her beauty, much to your petty disdain.Â
Sheâd make gorgeous babies with HugoâŚ
The thought makes you scowl. It was time to make a retreat.
âMadelyn, Iâd really like to get into my flat. I donât want to speak to you to be honest and I need you to let me go.â
More helpless wailing comes out of the younger woman.
âP-Please Siggy, I just need you to know I never meant for this to happen! Hugo and I tried to keep away from each other and I don't want you to hate me or the b-baby!â By the end sheâs blubbering herself into hyperventilation.Â
From the corner of your eyes you can make out the door of your neighbor adjacent to you crack open. Whipping your neck to get a look at the nosy pissant gets the older woman to slam the door closed with a fearful squeak.Â
This had gone on too long.
Forcibly you use your hip and extra weight to maneuver the hysterical woman from your person. You hold her flailing arms to prevent her from launching herself back to your front. When she whines youâve finally reached your breaking point.
âFor fucks sake, youâre making a bloody scene!â You bark out, âI donât care about Hugo!â
Madelyn flinches.
âBut you care that weâre having a baby, right?â
Itâs only when Madelyn lets out a whine of pain that you notice youâd been holding her thin wrists in a vice-like grip.
A forgotten Kyle chooses that moment to slink closer, his hands cup Madelynâs shoulder carefully, despite your death glare.
âMaddy, darling, why donât you let go for me.â
The brunette woman startles having finally noticed his presence in the vicinity.Â
âOh, Kyle! I didnât know you were here!â Itâs insulting how quickly she wriggles from your hold to catapult herself into Kyleâs waiting arms.Â
With disgust you watch Kyle pat the shorter womanâs hair much like one would do a pet. Something about watching him with her makes your hackles rise farther.
âWhy donât you come in and calm down, hm? Iâll make you that tea you like and we can watch something.â Kyle makes a humming noise meant to soothe. It pisses you off but seems to work like a charm.
Madelynâs sniffles subside dramatically and she rubs her hand across her button nose.
âYes, that does sound lovely, but I need to talk to Siggy...â
You flinch as the two turn towards you once more. Kyle must see the cornered look in your eyes because he rubs his hands along Madelynâs shoulders and whispers something in her ear.Â
Madelyn nods and enters Kyleâs flat without any further hesitation.
Itâs like the nearly thirty minutes of being held hostage outside your own home means nothing against his soft words.
God, you hate this man with every fiber of your being.
With a scowl you rummage through your bag for your house keys. Why did you have so many gum wrappers inside? You really need to clean your bag out.Â
Itâs not until you hear a throat clear that you realize Kyle still watches you from the threshold of his home.
âWhat?â Your tone makes a muscle in his cheek twitch. You hate to say it but it satisfies you to know at least you have some effect on him.
âAre you alright, love?âÂ
That causes you to abandon your search. You squint at his open expression and the genuine concern you see there. Itâs unexpected and makes you a bit uncomfortable. How pathetic did you look that even your enemies pity you?
âIâm fine. Not like you actually care anyways.â
The last part was said in a mumble but Kyleâs sharp ears catch it.Â
âOy, what is that supposed to mean?â He steps closer to you crowding your space.Â
Your senses are bombarded by the heady scent of the bergamot and cedar wood notes in his cologne. Coupled with the tangy smell of his natural musk, your brain does that thing where it shuts off and reboots itself.
âSiggy.â Kyle reaches out to touch your arm sending an electric current between you two that causes you to jolt back. He frowns, stepping closer, crowding you before you wield your bag in front of you like a shield and sword.Â
âGarrick, I really, really donât want to talk right now.âÂ
âSig-â
âNo, no, no! I donât want to hear it! Iâve had a shite day and the cause of it is currently waiting for tea and cakes in your flat! Iâm the one that deserves bloody tea and cakes for fucks sake!â
Enraged, you shove your hand through your bag and come in contact with the puff ball attached to your keys.Â
Youâre frantically unlocking your door and shoving inside your home, refusing to give the universe another moment to make a mess of your ruined day.
You look at Kyle as he stands in utter confusion and give him the dirtiest look in your arsenal.Â
âCheers, I hope you enjoy your sweets with Madelyn but you can piss right off, Kyle!âÂ
You slam the door with finality.
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Description: Remus and Reader decide to take advantage of teasing Sirius, and it leads to a lot more than a dirty dream. (Part 2 to this drabble)
Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!Reader x Sirius Black (not wolfstar unless you count a few comments from sirius lol)
Warnings: oh boy (18+ only!): p in v, oral (fem receiving), threesome and a trip to paris, big dick!remus, teasing, kind of dom!remus, sirius is shy for once
Word Count: 5.2k words
A/N: this was supposed to be a DRABBLE. also i donât write smut like ever so pls be nice to me
A week had passed, and Siriusâ embarrassment had yet to subside. In fact, it was only made worse as he had two more dreams with a very similar subject matter.
It was terrible. It was exhilarating.
Sirius had never had problems finding someone to satisfy his needs whenever they arose, but dreaming of you caused a whole new slew of problems. It seemed like no matter what he did or who he tried to flirt with, you were still on his mind.
It was made far worse by the fact that Remus knew about his dirty little secret and had been relentlessly teasing him about it. Every chance he got, heâd show you off or pack on the PDA in front of poor Sirius, chuckling into your skin when the usually-suave Sirius would turn pink and need to look away.
Your suspicions in all of this only grew.
You sat with Remus in the bedroom he had at the place he shared with Sirius. So far, youâd only been reading side-by-side, everything being fairly innocent. That is, until an idea popped into your head.
âLove?â
Remus hummed in question.
âWhatâs going on with Siri lately? I know something is up.â
Remus shrugged, not putting his book down. âNot sure, darling.â
You narrowed your eyes, setting your book down on the nightstand. You turned to look at him more fully.
âI donât like when you lie to me.â
He huffed. âDarling, itâs really nothing. You donât need to worry about it.â
âBut I am worried,â you whined. âHeâs been acting so strangely around me lately. I know that you know whatâs happened, too.â
âHow do you know that?â he asked with a soft smile, finally setting his book off to the side.
âBecause I know you, my dear,â you said, nuzzling into his neck. âPlease tell me?â
âI canât, love,â he responded, a hand coming to rest on your back.
You groaned, lifting your face. You set a hand on his thigh, rubbing against his leg softly. You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw.
âBaby, please? Iâll make it worth your while.â
He smirked. âYeah?â
You nodded with an innocent smile, moving your hand up his leg slowly.
âPromise.â
âYou say that like Iâm not the one whoâd have you begging for it in a minute,â he said, voice suddenly low and gravely.
You swallowed, knowing he was right, but unwilling to admit defeat just yet. You merely turned, pouting to yourself as you pulled your hands away. Then, you hid a smirk as a new idea came into your head.
âIâm gonna take a shower,â you said, standing suddenly and moving towards the bathroom door.
You turned on the faucet to let the water heat up, walking back into Remusâ bedroom and straight to his closet. You started undressing, only taking one of his shirts off the hanger for after your shower once you were fully bare in front of him. You hadnât yet turned around, reaching for a towel, but you could feel his eyes on you.
You sent him an innocent smile as you walked past the bed, right back into the bathroom with the door wide open. If he could hide things from you, you figured you could tease him as much as youâd like.
âYou can join me if you want to spill the truth, love,â you called out, turning on the shower head and stepping under the stream.
It was a while before you finally heard him get off the bed, and a smile spread to your face. You heard the curtain open, not bothering to look in his direction.
âDonât even think about coming in here unless youâre going to tell me whatâs happened.â
âDarling. Youâre being unfair.â
âIâm being perfectly fair,â you said, turning to him at last.
You had to admit, it was hard to turn him down when he was stripped down in front of you, asking to get in the shower alongside you. Few things sounded better than getting your hands all over his pretty body under the shower stream. But one of those few things just happened to be knowing that secret the boys were keeping from you. You shook your head at him when he pouted at you.
âAll you have to do is tell me whatâs wrong,â you shrugged nonchalantly.
He swallowed, looking you up and down.
âIf I tell, you have to promise you wonât say anything to Pads.â
You smirked. âWhatever you say, love.â
He hopped in, shutting the curtain behind him with a cheesy grin, pulling you in for a heated kiss immediately. You let him have that, kissing him back, feeling him grow harder against your stomach from the contact. You sucked his lip into your mouth, letting it go with a pop.
âTell me, then we keep going, yeah?â
âSiri had a sex dream about you. Feels real awkward about it, now.â
You raised a brow. âThatâs it?â
He nodded. âBut heâs terribly embarrassed about it. Itâs why heâs been acting like that with you. Doesnât know how to act now.â
âWhy not?â
âWell, speaking from experience, darling,â he started, pressing another kiss to your lips, âonce you get the picture of you all bare and begging in your head, itâs hard to get it out.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âI find it hard to believe Iâd have that strong an effect on anyone. Especially from a dream.â
âYouâd be surprised,â he mumbled, capturing your lips again.
He let his hand trail down your body, rubbing at that little bundle of nerves in the way that made your knees weak instantly. He knew your body better than anyone, and he loved proving it to you over and over again. You tried to get into it, holding onto him tightly, but you found yourself preoccupied with questions.
âWhat is it, baby?â Remus asked against your neck, leaving soft kisses to your skin. âYouâre distracted.â
âJust confused, is all, Rem,â you said, a little breathless from the contact he was making.
He hummed. âWhy? You thinking about what itâd be like getting fucked by Sirius, now?â
You scoffed. âNo. Just wanna know why itâs such a big deal for him.â
âYouâre gorgeous, doll,â he said, letting out a small noise at your hand around his cock. âSurprised it took him this long to realize heâd like a go at you.â
You sighed, a whimper leaving you as his hand moved faster. He was clearly enjoying every bit of this.
âSounds like you like the idea of it,â you quipped.
He chuckled lowly, bucking his hips into your hand. Your head fell against the tile in the shower, though he didnât let you rest for long. He pulled away from your hand, lining himself up with your entrance instead.
âMaybe I do.â
He pushed inside of you, picking you up and pushing you against the shower wall as he rammed his hips into yours.
âMaybe I like the idea of watching you squirm on my cock with Sirius down your throat. Using that pretty mouth of yours,â he groaned into your ear. âLet him get a little preview of what itâs like to be with you in real lifeâ not just in his dreams, yeah?â
You whined, the effect of his words making you plummet towards your climax at a rapid speed. He slapped your clit quickly, making your body jerk.
âYou can pretend you donât like that idea, but I can feel you clenching around me when I talk about it,â he said, looking you in the eye again with a mischievous grin. âNo use lying to me, darling.â
âRemusâŚâ
âWhat, darling? Tell me.â
âFuck,â you whined, head dropping to his shoulder. âMâgonna⌠I-Iâmââ
âI know, baby,â he said, getting a bit out of breath himself as he pounded you into the wall. âYou can let go for me.â
You held onto his shoulders for dear life, coming hard around him, your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling. He didnât let up his pace until he was spilling inside of you, barely holding you up as he did.
âDid so good, love,â he mumbled, kissing your forehead gently. âGood girl.â
You smiled softly, blushing every time he praised you, even after years together. He let you down onto shaky legs.
âThank you, Rem.â
He furrowed his brows with a small smile. âFor what?â
âMaking me come like that,â you said, a little sheepish. âBest one in a while.â
âNaughty girl,â he growled playfully into your ear, nipping at the lobe. âGetting off on the idea of fucking our best friend.â
âRemus,â you groaned, pushing him away a little. âStop it.â
âItâs okay, darling,â he said, brushing a thumb across your cheek. âYou know Iâm just teasing. But if you ever wanted toââ
You raised a brow, unsure how much of this was really a joke. He cracked a smile, rolling his eyes mockingly.
âIâm not going to push you to do anything, but I donât think that Sirius would mind it. I know I wouldnât.â
âSince when have you ever wanted to share me?â
He shrugged, turning to shut off the water that started growing colder. He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, and then tucking you into one as well, helping you out of the shower. He hugged you to his chest, slowly drying you off in his arms.
âI never wanted to before. Then,â he tilted his head, looking at you with stars in his eyes, âhe told me about that dream. Thought it might be fun to share you, just a little. I also thought you might like the idea.â
âWhyâs that?â
âKnow you love to be all filled up,â he smirked. âWhat better way to get you full from both ends than with a friend?â
You laugh, dropping your head on his chest. âYouâre gross.â
âYou love it.â
âI love you. Not so much when youâre being all icky.â
He narrowed his eyes. âYou liked it enough when I was fucking you against the wall, yeah?â
Your cheeks heated up, a shy smile on your face.
âSweet girl,â he cooed. âAlright, Iâm all done, now, my darling. We donât have to talk about it if you donât want to.â
You sighed. âItâs not that I donât want to, I justââ
He paused. âWhat is it, love?â
âI donât even know how weâd, likeâŚâ you groaned. âThis is so weird to even talk about.â
He smiled softly, leaning down to press a delicate kiss against your lips.
âIf you want me to, I can do all the talking,â he whispered. âYou just sit with me and be your usual pretty self. Just so he knows Iâm not screwing with him.â
You looked up at him. âYeah?â
âYeah,â he nodded, voice soft. âWhatever you want, darling. Anything for you.â
You smiled. âAlright.â
âAlright? You want to?â
You nodded, and his smile grew. He kissed you again, then kissed your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your other cheek. Then your jaw, and eventually all over your face until you were a giggling mess.
âOkay,â you surrendered. âOkay, Rem, all done. Come on.â
You took his hand, pulling him back into the bedroom.
âNap first, cause you fucked all my energy out,â you said, an accusatory finger pointed in his direction. He paid no mind, giving you a cocky smirk. âThen dinner, then⌠Weâll talk.â
He nodded. âAlright, princess.â
Sirius sat around most of the day, his nerves inexplicably on edge no matter what he did. He couldnât place why he felt so anxious, but it just kept building. Up until after dinner time, it didnât make any senseâ but then, it started making a lot of sense.
You were all in the living room together once again, in what would normally be a comfortable silence as music played softly. However, Sirius was anything but comfortable.
Once again, you were perched on Remusâ lap, letting him run his hands all over you like nobody else was around. It had become more of a habit over the past week. Though, your teasing smile every time Siri caught your gaze was new.
He flushed each time your eyes met his, giving him a smile or a wink that he was certain he wasnât imagining. It made him horribly nervous that you knew something. It also excited him more than heâd like to admit.
He had committed to not touching himself when he thought of you, and so far he had been true to his promise to himself. But that didnât mean it wasnât absolute torture with how often youâd been occupying his mind. It seemed that every time he tried to⌠be alone with himself, youâd pop into his brain. To put it shortly: he was on edge in every sense of the word.
He tried not to watch you and Remus, knowing Remus was merely teasing him for his dream, but every man has a breaking point.
His came when Remus bit down softly on your neck, and you let out a little whimper. It was horribly close to what heâd imagined in his dreams, and he found his pants growing a bit tight and uncomfortable. It only worsened when he looked up to see your eyes trained on him as Remus attacked your neck with lips and teeth, not bothering to be polite in front of his housemate. You smiled softly, a glimmer in your eye as you locked your gaze on Sirius. It took a great deal of control to look away from you, and he mentally patted himself on the back when he finally did.
âNot enjoying the show, Pads?â Remus asked teasingly.
âShut up,â he grumbled.
âAww,â you cooed. âWhat happened to my sassy Siri? Youâre usually so forward and flirtatious. Why change now?â
His eyes widened, and he looked between you and Remus. You both wore eerily similar smirks, and suddenly he felt his mouth dry up. He leveled his gaze at Remus.
âYou didnât.â
Remus raised his brows. âDidnât what?â
âYou told her, didnât you?â
âShe can be very convincing,â he offered.
Sirius groaned. âYouâre unbelievable. I ask you to keep one secretâŚâ
âCome on, Siri, thereâs no reason to be embarrassed,â you said, adjusting your position in Remusâ lap. âI wonât blame you for having a dream.â
He sighed, not meeting your eye. He shook his head.
âI donât get embarrassed.â
âWhat do you call those red cheeks of yours, then?â you teased.
He turned his glare to you. âNot funny, angel.â
âStill calling me by pet names, though,â you smiled, turning to Remus. âYou wanna ask, now?â
âYou two need to stop this. Itâs not fair,â Sirius shook his head, staring at the both of you, unamused.
âDone teasing, Pads,â Remus said, moving you on his lap to get a better view of his friend. âI have a real question for you, now.â
Sirius looked on, curious but cautious. He raised a brow in question.
âWe were talking earlier, and, well, after that dream of yours,â Remus began.
Sirius cut him off. âRight, Iâm done then.â
He started moving to get out of his seat.
âSit down,â Remus said, furrowing his brow. âJust listen.â
Sirius huffed, plopping back down. He crossed his arms, and you held back a chuckle at his little show of annoyance. You leaned into Remusâ chest as he started talking again.
âWe want to invite you to be with us for the night,â he said plainly.
Sirius gaped for a moment, then quickly shut his mouth, setting his face hard.
âSânot funny, Mooney,â he said, then looked at you with an equally severe look. âAnd I expect better from you.â
Your eyes went a little wider. âWeâre not joking, Siri.â
He looked between the two of you, unsure. His cheeks were tinted red as he tried to formulate a response. You merely quirked a brow, hoping it would settle in for him that you werenât lying. It was taking far too long for your liking, evidently.
âWhat happened to you being all snarky and smooth? Blushing and stumbling over us asking you to come to bed,â you said, shaking your head.
Remus snorted behind you, pressing his face into your neck.
âYouâre one to talk, love,â Sirius retorted quickly. âI couldnât send a wink your way years ago without you going red.â
âSo defensive, Padfoot,â Remus tutted. âIf you donât want toââ
âNo,â Sirius responded, too quickly. âNo, I just⌠If you two are playing some prank on meââ
âWeâre not,â Remus said with finality.
Sirius let out a breath, his gaze lingering on you before he finally nodded.
âYeah. Yeah, okay,â he cleared his throat, throwing on a smirk. âMaybe itâll get those dreams out my head, yeah?â
âMaybe,â you said with a smile. âMaybe itâll make them worse.â
He groaned, rolling his eyes. âDonât know if I can handle that.â
You smiled to yourself, standing and taking Remusâ hand in yours. âCome on, love.â
He stood with you, glued to you as you started walking towards his bedroom, but not before you turned to Sirius and sent him a wink. He raised his brows, unsure if he should get up and follow.
âYouâre supposed to come too, Siri,â you called out behind you.
He nodded to himself, taking in a quick breath as he followed after you both. His heart pounded in his chest as you all stepped into the bedroom. He knew he was still blushing, but couldnât quite stop himself. He never got nervous about sex, but this felt entirely different that anything heâd done before. He rubbed his palms against his pants, trying to appear confident, though he knew he was probably failing miserably.
He watched as you walked up to him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bed as Remus lingered near the mattress with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
âDonât be nervous,â you said quietly, instructing him to sit down on the bed.
He watched with wide eyes and a bitten lip as Remus spun you around, kissing you more intensely than Sirius had ever witnessed before. He felt that discomfort in his pants growing again, watching your body fully pressed against Remusâ as you let him explore your mouth until you were entirely breathless. Remus pulled away from you, pressing one last soft peck to your lips.
âJust want to remind you who you belong to before we start this,â he smirked. âGo on, show him what those pretty lips feel like.â
You leaned up, unable to stop yourself from kissing him once more before turning to Siri. You sat on the bed next to him, facing him.
âThis okay?â you asked quietly.
âDefinitely,â he nodded.
You rested one hand on his leg, leaning in slowly until he met you halfway. You nipped at his lip, not quite kissing him, yet. Luckily for you, he took that as a sign to make the first move. You smiled into the kiss: he was clearly desperate as he pressed his lips to yours intensely, scooting closer to you on the mattress. You licked softly at the crease between his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth when he opened up for you. You felt Remusâ hand stroke through your hair as you let his best friend kiss you deeply. One of your hands moved up to Siriâs jaw, stroking his skin softly.
âThatâs my girl,â Remus said softly, his voice giving away his arousal. âSo good, darling.â
You peeked your eyes open, looking up at him for a moment as you moved your lips to Siriusâ neck. He gave you a soft smile, letting you take full control of the situation, even when he clearly wanted to. You reached up with the hand you had against Siriusâ face to trail up Remusâ leg and towards the noticeable bulge in his pants. He licked his lips, moving his hips a bit closer to you. Sirius sighed softly in your ear when you dragged your teeth against a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.
âCome on, darling,â Remus said, pulling you away from Sirius and up to your feet.
You looked at him expectantly, understanding his impatience more when he started tugging at your top. You let him take it off of you, hearing a hard breath come out of Sirius when he saw that you didnât have anything under the shirt. Remus turned you towards Sirius, pressing open-mouthed kisses all down your neck.
âIsnât she pretty, Pads?â he asked against your skin.
Sirius swallowed, nodding. âVery.â
He leaned back on the mattress, palming the bulge in his pants as he watched your chest rise and fall from Remusâ lips on you. You smirked when Remus trailed his hands up your torso, Siriusâ eyes following every movement carefully, before landing on your breasts. You pushing your hips back into Remus, making him groan softly at the friction against his still-clothed member. You thought it was only fair with how he squeezed at the flesh of your tits, playing with your nipples until you couldnât hold back your noises anymore.
You were breathing heavily, your eyes fluttering open when Remusâ hands started retreating. You looked at Sirius who hadnât pulled his eyes from you the entire time. You reached for him.
âSiri,â you said, pulling his hands to you.
He let his fingertips explore your exposed skin, leaning up to capture one of your nipples between his lips. You whimpered softly at the contact of his wet mouth against your irritated skin, your hand threading through his hair. You only stopped when you felt Siriusâ movements stop, his mouth barely against you as he glanced over your shoulder.
âDamn, Mooney,â he said, eyes wide. âDidnât know you were⌠How was I the womanizer in school?â
You looked behind you, smiling at your now-bare boyfriend in all his glory. You couldnât blame Sirius for being impressedâ He had, by far, the biggest dick youâd ever seen personally. You were practically convinced he wouldnât fit inside of you the first time you saw him.
âI was too busy chasing after this one,â he said, nodding towards you, leaving you blushing. âNot that big, anyways.â
âNot thatâŚâ Sirius started, trailing off. âMate, I canât stop staring. How have you gotten through life like that?â
You snorted a laugh. âAlright, stop staring at my boyfriendâs cock.â
âItâs impressive,â Sirius said simply, raising a brow as he looked on before turning his gaze away and towards your face. âNo wonder youâre always trying to shag.â
You felt Remus behind you, pressing himself fully against your backside. âHelps that sheâs just as impressive.â
Sirius swallowed, suddenly feeling overly dressed as he watched Remus tug your pants down your legs, leaving you in a pair of black panties.
âWait till you feel her mouth, Pads,â Remus said, nipping at your shoulder. He then spoke into your ear. âWhy donât you help him out of those clothes, darling?â
You obliged with a shake of your head and smile. Sirius shot you a cocky smirk as you pulled his sweater over his head.
âStand,â you instructed, to which he quickly obeyed.
You pulled his pants down, smiling to yourself at the tent in his underwear. You tugged those down next, and while he was no Remus size-wise, he was just as pretty. You stared for a moment, tongue wetting your lips subconsciously. As you stood back up, Remus shoved his hand into your panties, making a satisfied noise at how wet youâd become already.
He pulled his hand back up, popping the fingers heâd brushed against you in his mouth. You watched, never not enamored with how bold he got in bed. He smirked at you, then looked at Sirius.
âCare for a taste?â
Sirius nodded quickly. âLove to.â
âLay down for him, darling,â Remus said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You quickly climbed onto the bed, laying against the pillows at the headboard. Remus smiled softly at you, his eyes looking you up and down lovingly.
âPretty girl,â he sighed, shaking his head. He sat next to you after a moment, slinging an arm around your shoulder. âAlright, Sirius.â
Remus nodded at the apex of your thighs, expecting Sirius to get to work. Siri gave you a questioning look, to which you nodded with a smile. He crawled between your legs, kissing all the way up your thighs until he reached your panties. He pulled them slowly down your legs, licking his lips at the sight of you before him.
âWow,â he said, breathless. He looked at Remus again, âUnderstand why you always want to shag, too.â
âAnd you havenât even really touched her yet,â Remus said with a light laugh. He kissed you on your forehead. âSee, love? You are entirely irresistible.â
You shook your head, capturing his lips with a hand on his neck. Just in time, too, moaning into his mouth as you felt Sirius dive into your cunt like nothing youâd expected. You gasped again, though Remus shoved his tongue in your mouth to keep you quiet. The only way you could describe what Sirius was doing was that he was not only eating you out, but fully making out with your pussy. You clenched around nothing, writhing under both of their grips on you: Remusâ hands holding your waist and neck, Siriusâ arms wrapped around your legs to keep you open for him.
âFeel good, darling,â Remus asked against your lips.
You nodded with a whine. âYes. Fuck.â
Sirius groaned against you, the vibrations shooting all over you.
âShit, Siri,â you moaned, a hand in his hair. âSo good.â
Remus smiled, shaking his head at you before diving back in to kiss you again, directing your hand to stroke his cock as he did. Between his tongue in your mouth and Siriusâ mouth all over your soaked cunt, it wasnât long before you felt that familiar tension in your stomach start to snap. You cried out against Remus, your whole body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you at a rapid speed. Sirius left soft kisses all over your thighs, pressing one last kiss directly on your clit before he sat up. You opened your eyes, looking at him in a daze. You knew from rumors he was supposed to be good in bed, but you didnât expect him to be quite so talented with his mouth.
You also didnât expect to look down and see him leaking precum as if heâd been the one getting off. You whimpered again at the sight, arousal only building at the fact that he was that excited from going down on you. You started moving your hand slowly again where it rested on your boyfriendâs dick, wanting him to feel good, too, but he had other ideas.
âHands and knees, angel,â he said, kissing your cheek quickly. âLet him see what that pretty mouth can do for him, yeah?â
You nodded, moving to get onto all fours in front of Sirius. You leaned on your elbows, taking him into your hand and stroking him. You looked up, his face already showing obvious signs of his pleasure. You stuck your tongue out, running it terribly slowly over the vein that stuck out on the underside of his cock until you reached the head, pressing a soft kiss just where the precum was leaking out. You licked your lips clean for him, watching as his brows raised, his chest rising and falling a little faster.
âHow is it?â he asked, a little amused at your show.
âTastes like you,â you smirked, taking the entire tip in your mouth, causing a few curses to spill from his lips.
âMy little cumslut,â Remus cooed from behind you. âDonât let her pull off until she swallows, yeah?â
Sirius nodded, breathless as you started bobbing your head faster. âYeah. Yeah, will do.â
You felt Remus slide his head against you, gathering your slick and Siriusâ left-over spit until he slowly started pushing into you. You moaned your appreciation around Sirius, causing him to tense up, his hand finding itâs way to the back of your head.
âJust like that,â he groaned as you wrapped your hand around him, pushing him deeper into your throat with each thrust. âFuck, doll. You do this so well. So good.â
Remus slapped your ass from behind, thrusting into you harder. âManners, baby. He just complimented you, didnât he?â
You pulled off for a moment, hand taking over. ��Thanks, Siri.â
âYeah,â he said quickly, trying to push himself back into your mouth as quickly as possible.
You smiled to yourself, obliging him. Though, it was becoming a little more difficult to keep pace just right when Remus was more-so pulling you on and off his cock rather than thrusting his hips into you.
You groaned and choked on Sirius, especially as he started fucking into your face. You felt yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm, and Remus seemed to notice.
âCome on, love,â he grunted. âI can feel you. I know you want to come all over my cock. Go ahead.â
You whined again, mouth full, and came crashing down. You were barely able to keep yourself up as both men fucked into you relentlessly, and Remus grabbed you around your middle to help you stay upright.
âJust a bit longer, love,â he said, clearly getting close himself.
âIâm gonnaâŚâ Sirius said, groaning out the words. He looked down at you with his mouth agape and his eyes dark. All it took was you looking back up at him with teary eyes, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth. âFuckâ
His hips stuttered, and he spilled into your mouth. You shut your lips around him, swallowing as much as you could with him still jammed in your throat. He practically whimpered from overstimulation, pulling out of your mouth to let you swallow whatever you couldnât before. He flopped down on the bed in front of you, giving you another smirk before he tossed his arm over his face, coming down from his high.
âAlright, love,â Remus mumbled, pounding into you harder now that you werenât otherwise occupied.
You groaned loudly as he hit that perfect spot inside of you, gasping for breath when you felt a hand toying with your clit. You opened your eyes, seeing it was Sirius who had slipped his hand under your body. He smiled at you, cheeky, especially when he saw your brows knit together. You were getting close again.
âGonna cum inside of you,â your boyfriend said, pressing his face into your neck. âMâclose.â
âPlease,â you begged, though not quite sure to who.
Sirius sped up the work of his hand as Remus spilled inside of you, sending you careening over the edge once again. Your body convulsed under Remusâ larger frame, your arms finally giving out under you. You shut your eyes as it took over your entire being, not opening them again until you felt Remus pulling out of you.
âAww, look at that, Pads,â he said, a smile in his voice. âThink we just about fucked her to sleep.â
You heard Sirius chuckle. âCute.â
Remus pressed a kiss to your shoulder. âIâm going to get a washcloth for you, alright, love?â
You nodded, barely coherent and thoroughly fucked out, still laying on your stomach. Another hand brushed away some stray hair from your forehead.
âFor the record, this is definitely not going to help those dreams of mine,â Sirius said lowly.
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heads up: reader didn't have a great childhood (implications of being poor, implications of reader no longer having contact with their parents).
sometimes you think seokmin is... really, really good for you. he's the kind of person who listens, who holds you (both when you need it and just to be close to you), who doesn't seem to let little things stop him. he's funny, and charismatic, and he feels like he's everything you just aren't. but above all else, seokmin is your biggest supporter.
and it becomes glaringly obvious just how true that is when he sees you staring in at a toy store, his jacket now hugged against your chest (he'd draped it over your shoulders when he saw you shiver), longing for something long lost. he slowly came back to your side, peering in as well as he followed your gaze to a winnie the pooh plushie, sitting happily among the others. he glances at the doors, just to make sure the store is still open... and then he turns to you again.
"i'll buy it for you," he says, smiling. he tucks his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels. "we can keep him in my car while we eat dinner, if you're worried about that--"
you shake your head. "it's silly," you say, letting out a sigh. "i just remembered how badly i wanted one as a kid. that's all."
it isn't the first time seokmin has seen that longing look in your eyes, either. sometimes, you'll be walking through the mall, and he'll see the way you stop and see children's decor before frowning to yourself, mumbling about how you wish you could have decorated your room like that as a kid. books in stores that you sigh and sometimes say you wish you could have read when you were a kid--like that series about the kid who's the son of a greek god or something. every time, you answer with the same thing: money was tight. space was tight. you didn't exactly get to decorate your room since it wasn't exactly your room then. you haven't said much more, but seokmin knows he'll be right there to listen when you're ready to tell him more.
"so? you can still get one." seokmin chuckles a little as he takes your face into his hands, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "do you want it?"
shyly, you nod.
"then wait here."
you watch as he heads into the store, already making a beeline for the silly little bear that you have a soft spot for. he reaches up, pulling one down before he looks at you through the window, raising the plush's paw to wave at you. it makes you smile (seokmin's really good at that, you think), and you watch as he carries him over to the checkout.
is this what it's like to be loved...? it still feels new to you sometimes, no matter how much your friends love you. but you think if life can be this sweet, you never want to stop feeling it now as you choose your loved ones, none of them bound to you by blood.
you think you like it better that way anyway.
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ââŠâ§â ⯠denial is all that I've known
content // bakugo x fem!reader. emotional comfort; 20 somethings. mentions of death (of a family member). grief is weird. soft bakugo being there for you. not proof read.
You'd had an aching feeling in your chest throughout the day, but couldn't give it any proper meaning. Nothing was wrong - work went fine, the sun was shining...but that anxiety didn't lift from your shoulders. Something was in the air, it was only a matter of time before the reasoning slapped you in the face. Your intuition was never wrong about this kind of thing, much to your dismay.
Then came the text, 6:57pm. A fucking text, of all things.
"Hi honey. So sorry to text you this, but your uncle has passed away. Not much else known right now, but I'll let you know. Love you."
No, you read that wrong. That's not true...it can't be true. Someone must have the wrong number. A poor attempt to convince yourself when your eyes drift up to the contact name, painfully reminding you that it's your mother and not some stranger mistakenly informing you of a family death. It feels like hours pass while staring at your phone screen, the words beginning to intermingle with each other and become gibberish through hazy vision. When you come to, and somewhat accept that this is in fact real, your eyes gravitate to the time. It's only 7:05pm - he's still at the agency. If you hurry, you'll catch him in time.
You don't remember lacing up your sneakers or throwing on a hoodie before bolting from your apartment complex, storming out into the busy city street toward the office. Did you even put the dinner you reheated back in the fridge? It's all a blur, too engrossed on heading toward the one person you knew would catch you before you fell in too deep.
Rounding the corner of the final block - you stopped counting how many you'd sprinted through - and the agency skyscraper was in your sights. It's faint, but the glow to Bakugo's office is visible from the side of the building. When did you memorize its placement from outside? You don't wait to catch your breath or finish your thought, you can't stop now. If you do, you'll collapse on this dirty sidewalk around strangers, frozen in time and left alone with your heartache.
The security guard sees you racing toward the entrance, recognizing you with a wave before stepping out of your way, taken aback by the gust of wind that follows you as you zoom inside. There's no time for the elevator, running past the set and bursting through the metal door to the stairwell. Swinging off the landing to each floor, skipping steps and pulling yourself up by the railing has you reaching the fourth floor in no time at all, hurrying through the second metal door with a loud bang. When you skid to a halt outside of Bakugo's office door, it swings open before you get a chance to knock.
"The hell?" he speaks aloud, confusion written all over his face as he watches you pant frantically, a pitiful attempt to catch your breath. "Did you fuckin' run here?"
The dread starts to sink in, an anchor dragging you into that abyss of affliction you were trying to avoid. The panic creeps up your spine, the inevitable breakdown approaching - time's up. Breathing suddenly feels foreign, your limbs trembling with the stress of your run as it starts to catch up to you. You barely notice Bakugo move and gently guide you by the shoulders into his office, shutting the door behind him quietly.
"Hey," he mutters lowly while grabbing your wrist to get your attention. "What's goin' on? Y'haven't said a word, you're scarin' me."
Shit, you haven't said anything? Did he try to have a conversation that you don't even remember?
"Y/N," He crouches down to be eye level, forcing you to look at him when he grabs your chin. "Answer me, what's wrong?"
Words unexpectedly fail you when you try to speak, a head full of white noise too distracting to properly find what you want to say. Bakugo's head tilts with worry, brows creased and the train of thought behind his eyes apparent, desperate to find a way to get you to talk through your state of shock.
"Did somethin' happen?" Bakugo pauses to evaluate whether or not you're hurt. "Y'don't look injured. Ya gotta tell me so I can help."
It comes out of nowhere, like bile rising in your throat, when you finally blurt out "My uncle died."
His shoulders deflate, the breath he was holding exhaled in one swift huff. "So instead of callin' me to come over, you barreled over here like a bat outta hell?"
All you can do is nod in response, hot tears beginning to spill out of the corners of your eyes, resolve officially broken.
"...wasn't thinking straight," you choke out, barely audible. "I need you, Katsuki."
The final syllable of his name hardly has the time to leave your lips before he's pulling on your wrist, letting go of your chin and awkwardly tugging you into him as he stands to his full height in the same motion. The warmth of his embrace floods over you, strong arms caging you solidly against his chest, shielding you from any further harm and letting you unwind - to grieve. You wouldn't be here if you could handle this on your own, and he knows that.
"Idiot," Bakugo jokes before squeezing you tighter when he hears you hiccup between sobs. "I can blast over to your place faster than your attempt at an Olympic sprint."
Everything pours out of you, all the tension, denial, hurt and sorrow welling inside of you on full display for him to see. One of his hands threads through your hair, cradling the back of your head lovingly.
"Yâknow that you could call me once an hour for a whole night for an entire week and I wouldnât give a damn about losing sleep if it meant youâd feel better. As long as I'm around, I'll never let ya cry alone, alright? That's a damn promise."
The material of Bakugoâs shirt balls in your fists when your grip tightens, the only response you can provide is to hold on to him for dear life.
âSâokay, just let it out. I gotâcha.â
And you do, staining his shirt with tears and snot until youâre too tired to cry any longer. Youâre not sure how long the two of you stand in the darkness of Bakugoâs office. The thrumming of his heartbeat soothes your nerves, feeling yourself relax as the rhythm replaces the static in your head.
âThank you.â
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Dating Yandere Aventurine hc's
Obviously tw for toxic relationship dynamic and so on, but it's really mostly fluff tbh
It's not the moment that he lays eyes on you, nor the first time he hears your lovely voice, that sparks his interest
It's later, after a few interactions, that he's left wondering why exactly do your eyes look like that in the sunlight, why can't he help thinking about the last words you said to him, and why on earth does he want to remember how your palms feel against his...
It's annoying, a stupid little weakness that's he's really hoping fizzles out with the rest of his long lost desires
It's even more annoying when it doesn't...
He wants to be around you, to see you happy and content... Wants to be the one that causes that
He tries to appease his little crush in subtle ways
Buying you gifts, taking you out, reluctantly opening up, all hoping for a reaction that would kill that desire, just any emotion that would convince him you weren't the perfect person he's built you up to be
All for not... Every little reaction just grows his want, multiplies his need to have more of you
After fully coming to terms with that, he'll try courting you casually, playing up his charm, his nonchalance
As if his emotionally distant performance can cover the fact that he's only getting more desperate
He's lying to himself, trying to convince his own heart that he doesn't need you
That he doesn't spend every waking second imagining you right beside him, all the pretty expressions you'd make and amusing remarks that'd pull a genuine smile from his lips
It's a coping mechanism, but a poor one in comparison with really have you there
And why can't you be there...?
Texting becomes much more common
Various pictures and paragraphs meticulously detailing where he is and what he's doing, in the hopes that you might choose to show up of your own accord
Silly little good morning or good night texts played off as a joke, as if he isn't anxiously awaiting confirmation that you're still happy and well
He's always been good at reading people, a skill of his trade really, so your emotions are like an open book
Anyone you want him to be, he'll play the part flawlessly
A rich flirty playboy? An impulsive and fearless gambler? Maybe a doting attentive lover? All of those are masks he will happily adorn
You'll know something's up when the gift giving starts to get a little heavy handed
Gorgeous expensive bouquets with his calling card, very pretty jewelry (most of which includes a familiar looking green gemstone), and really a variety of other small gifts that fit in line with interests you told him about in passing
He'll claim complete ignorance to the amount, stating he's only buying what reminds him of you (which is pretty much every little thing he seesâ)
And "Oh don't worry, dear friend. Consider it a token of good will! Can't have you forgetting about me.~"
He'll make himself quite a nuisance if you don't eventually give in to his little games
Though his work schedule keeps him from actively stalking you, it's not uncommon for suspicious looking IPC personal to be seen whenever you're out in public
He's just paranoid, really, that's all it is...
He couldn't live with himself if his darling went and got themself hurt
When officially together, you're probably going to spend a lot of time with him...
He'll make his office more accommodating for you! You can decorate your space however you desire, nothing is too good for his love
It generally helps his morale to have you around at work too
He's not nearly as stressed and short tempered with his beautiful perfect love always at arms length, read to be scooped up and showered in affection when he needs a break
"Oh come onnnn... It'd be so boring without you. You wouldn't leave me all alone, right...?" He coos, gently pulling you by your waist closer to him with a needy grin, eyes shining slightly as he tilts his head, pressing a soft little kiss to your wrist before glancing up at your eyes.
It's enough of a difference that the IPC might actually start giving you a paycheck under the title of "emotional support employee" simply to avoid having to deal with him when you're not around
He'll make it up to you by taking you out to fancy lunches, and dinners... and occasional breakfastsâ
There's actually a good handful of days that he simply refuses to come in because he woke up with you laying on him and would physically rather die than move
His jealousy issues are a little more pronounced now, too...
He's hates having to get violent, really, but he has absolutely no qualms with calling out and publicly humiliating anybody for staring to long or being passively rude
But if anybody is being outright aggressive towards you, it's a completely different story
Don't they know who you belong to? How easily he could ruin their entire livelihood with a single phone call?
His eyes will narrow, his smile getting a little wider as his grip on you tightens, memorizing the persons face as it drops in realization, oh what a thrill~
He'll be an obsessive possessive mess, but there are worse things than being the sole focus of an attentive and devoted man...
Ignoring how he'd rather suffocate than see you smile so genuinely at anyone else with those perfect lips he just adores, of course
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Lewis x daughter!Reader ( she is like a teenager) and the poor thing is sick. So instead of being a typical teenager, she needs her dad to take care of her, watch Barbie movies with her, braid her hair, .... Despite being worried for his daughter, Lewis loves that she wants to spend all of her time with him.
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Ahh, so cute. I am in love with this.
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Moments Like These
The low hum of the rain pattering against the windows created a soft, soothing backdrop inside the cozy living room. Lewis sat on the couch, glancing at his phone and frowning at the time. Heâd been out all morning for work, but his mind hadnât left home once. YN, his 17-year-old daughter, had been sick for the past two days, and while it wasnât anything serious, the stubborn fever and constant sneezing had turned her usual teenage energy into something much quieter.
He sighed, putting his phone away and glancing toward the hallway that led to her room. A part of him missed the usual chaos, the way sheâd barge into the room talking about the latest drama with her friends or her plans for the weekend. But right now, she was curled up in bed, likely scrolling through her phone under her blankets, too tired to do much else. He hated seeing her like that. His protective instincts were on full alert, making him feel useless every time she coughed or sniffled.
âYN?â Lewis called out softly from the living room, hoping not to disturb her if sheâd managed to fall asleep. There was a moment of silence before he heard a faint, muffled voice coming from her room.
âDadâŚ?â
He stood up immediately, abandoning whatever half-hearted attempt heâd made at distracting himself and walked toward her room. Pushing the door open quietly, he found YN bundled up in her bed, her head barely peeking out from under the covers. Her cheeks were flushed from the fever, and her normally bright eyes were heavy with fatigue.
âYou okay, sweetheart?â he asked gently, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
She nodded, then shook her head. âNot really. Everything hurts,â she admitted, her voice slightly hoarse. She sniffled and reached for a tissue from the bedside table, blowing her nose with a miserable groan.
Lewis frowned, reaching over to place a hand on her forehead, brushing her hair away. âYouâre still warm,â he murmured. âYou need to rest, YN. Have you been drinking water?â
âYeah, but it doesnât help,â she muttered, sounding as frustrated as she did tired. âI hate this. I feel gross, and I look gross.â
Lewis smiled softly, shaking his head. âYou donât look gross. You just look like someone whoâs sick. It happens to everyone.â
âIâm not everyone,â YN grumbled, her voice still holding that teenage dramatic flair even through her exhaustion. âIâm a mess.â
âYouâre still my favorite mess,â he teased gently, and YN rolled her eyes, though a tiny smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
âYouâre supposed to say that. Youâre my dad.â
âTrue,â Lewis said with a small chuckle. He reached over to grab the glass of water from her nightstand, holding it out to her. âBut youâre still drinking this.â
YN made a face but took the glass obediently, sipping it slowly before handing it back. âIâm so bored, Dad. Iâve watched everything on Netflix, and I donât want to sleep anymore.â
He knew she was feeling restless. Sheâd been cooped up in her room for days, which wasnât something YN was used to. Even when she was just at home, she was always moving, always chatting, always doing something.
âWell, I could braid your hair?â Lewis suggested, trying to lighten the mood. âLike when you were younger.â
YNâs eyebrows shot up in mild surprise, though she seemed amused by the idea. âYou still remember how to braid?â
Lewis shrugged, feigning nonchalance. âI wasnât always this rusty. I did your hair for years, remember?â
She smiled a little, and that was enough to convince him.
âI mean⌠sure,â YN agreed, sitting up slowly and shifting so her back was to him. âIt might make me feel better.â
Lewis couldnât help but smile. He fetched the hairbrush from her desk and sat behind her, gently running the brush through her hair. He had to admit, it felt nostalgic in the best way. He could almost see the little girl she used to be, sitting in front of him, laughing and chatting about her dolls or some game she played with the neighbors. Now she was taller, moodier, and had her own world of thoughts and friends, but in moments like these, she was still his girl.
As he began braiding, YNâs voice cut through the comfortable silence. âYou know⌠I was thinking. Maybe we could watch a movie together or something.â
Lewis paused for a moment, grinning to himself. âWhat kind of movie?â
âBarbie,â YN said without hesitation, turning her head slightly to glance at him.
He chuckled. âBarbie? Really?â
âYes. Barbie movies are great, donât judge,â she retorted, her voice carrying a mock warning.
âIâm not judging. Just surprised,â he admitted. âBut hey, if you want to watch Barbie, weâll watch Barbie.â
âWhich one do you want to watch?â she asked, sounding a little more awake now, more engaged.
âUh⌠I think I remember you really liking the one with the fairy princesses or something?â
âDad,â YN groaned, though she couldnât hide the small smile forming on her lips. âYou mean Barbie: Fairytopia.â
âRight. That one.â
YN laughed softly, though it turned into a cough, and Lewis immediately put the hairbrush down, patting her back gently. âEasy there.â
âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â she said, waving him off before leaning back again. âLetâs watch that one, then. I havenât seen it in forever.â
Once the braid was finished, Lewis grabbed the remote, set up the TV, and the familiar opening tune of Barbie: Fairytopia filled the room. YN sank back into her pillows, looking much more relaxed now, her head resting against her dadâs shoulder as they watched together.
âDo you miss this?â YN asked quietly after a few moments.
Lewis glanced down at her. âMiss what?â
âYou know⌠me being little. Like, before I grew up and stopped wanting to do stuff like this,â she said, gesturing toward the TV.
Lewis was quiet for a moment, considering his answer. âI mean⌠yeah, I miss it sometimes. You were always running around, making me laugh, wanting to spend all your time with me. But,â he added quickly, âI love who you are now, too. I love that youâre growing up, that you have your own life, your own thoughts. Iâm proud of you.â
YNâs expression softened, and she looked away, her voice quieter. âI miss it too sometimes.â
Lewis smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. âWell, youâre still here with me, sick or not. And for what itâs worth, I love having you around, no matter how old you are.â
YN didnât respond right away, but she leaned into his side, and Lewis could feel the tension leaving her. The Barbie movie played on, filling the room with colorful animation and familiar voices.
âThanks, Dad,â she whispered after a while, her voice barely above a breath.
âFor what?â
âFor being here. For everything.â
Lewis pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. âAlways, kiddo.â
As the rain continued to tap lightly against the window, the world outside faded, leaving just the two of themâfather and daughter, sick days and Barbie movies, and the unspoken comfort of knowing that no matter how much things changed, moments like these would always be there.
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Chapter 3 - You've Torn Your Dress
Series Masterlist
Author's Note: This one's the first of many doozies. I recommend you clock out now if you think the following will distress you: mentions of rape, but no scenes or explicit description. If not, read on! Chapter Title is from Rebel Rebel by David Bowie.
Word Count: 7.7k
Chapter Summary/Warnings: Your first mission is delivered, and it goes about as expected. Contains usual tags, emphasis on mention of rape/non-con.
Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, enemies to friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, angst
Read on A03!
Chapter 2 - Chapter 4
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When your team stepped into the safe house, you could see the moment the smell hit their noses.
âMerde,â Frenchie was the first to speak, a poor omen within itself. âWhat the fuck am I smelling?â
âUh, probably the milk and meat. Theyâre the strongest.â
Annie said your name carefully, watching your reaction as she spoke. âWhat happened.â
âHe wouldnât put away the groceries.â You said with a shrug. You were over it. It was like, ten bad things ago.
âSo you just. Left them out?â Hughie said, seemingly baffled.
âYeah.â
âMallory said she delivered them on the first night.â Annie glanced between you and Hughie.
âShe did.â
Hughieâs eyes widened further. âThat was almost two weeks ago.â When you just nodded in agreement, he pushed further. âTheyâve been out the whole time?â
You frowned. âHe doesnât get to win.â
âWhat are you, five?âÂ
You just sighed, giving Hughie a pleading look. âDonât tell MM.â
âWhat?â Butcher taunted from the back of the group. âThat he was right, and you canât handle Soldier Boy?â
âI thought you were on my side about this.â
âIâm on the side of the truth, Love.â
Both you, Annie, and Frenchie let out huffs of amusement at that claim, with Hughie looking sheepishly amused.
âYou canât possibly believe that.â Annie gave Butcher a pointed look. He only winked in response, leaving her to turn back to you with an eye roll.
âHas it been like this,â Hughie gestured vaguely around him. âThe whole time?â
âNah. Worse.â
Really, hell would be a better word for it. After the knife incident, there had been the toilet paper incident, which you had won, the coffee incident, also your victory, the laundry incident, point Soldier Boy, the TV incident, point you, and the Lord of the Rings incident, another point Soldier Boy. The Elton John, Jimmy Carter, and Rockefeller Center incidents had ended in stalemates akin to the Cold War, but should those fuses reignite, you were sure you could take them home. Overall, youâd burned him seven times, heâd thrown two chairs at you, you tossed shit in his face once and threatened castration on fifteen separate occasions, and he had offered to sleep with you thirty-one times.
âHe hasnât, he hasnât hurt you. Right?â Hughie wasnât fully looking at you when he asked, his voice soft and nervous.
âNo. I mean, heâs tried. Not in⌠that way, but Iâve had a few things thrown at me. All the physical violence died out around the laundry incident, though. Now weâre using psychological warfare.â
âLaundry incident?â Hughie said at the same time that Frenchie said, âPsychological warfare?â
âDonât ask.â Was your response to both. Youâd avoid revisiting the laundry incident in your mind for the rest of your life if you could help it, and the actual practice of your warfare was more childish than youâd like to admit.
âWell, as lovely as a reunion this has been, we need to talk to you both. Whereâs the cunt, anyway?" Butcher craned his neck to look down the hall.
âProbably moping around in his room.â You shrugged. âLetâs talk in the living room, standing at the door is weird.â
While the living room hadnât taken even close to as much damage as the kitchen, it had not escaped you and Soldier Boyâs sparring unscathed. Books provided by the CIA, which were mostly stereotypical classics, had been upended from their shelves and strewn across the floor. The TV was still intact, as was the sofa, but the former was stuck on PBS, and the latter was, at this point, compromised of 70% trash.
âHoly shit,â Hughie muttered as he stepped over a copy of Catcher in the Rye. âYou canât plan on living like this the whole time?â
âWell, if Americaâs number one man-baby would stop moaning and bitching about his glory days, then maybe, yeah.â
Annie gave you a concerned look. âAnd if he doesnât?â
âThen Iâll castrate him.â Though the threat had now been made sixteen times, it never satisfied you less to say it.
âIâve told you, Sunshine, if you did that, you would only be hurting yourself.â
Everyone in the room fell silent, their eyes trained over you with tense gazes. You turned to find Soldier Boy almost directly behind you. âIâve told you, by definition, Iâd only be hurting you.â
He gave a mocking pout. âWouldnât that plague your perfect little conscious?â
âIâd live.â
âBitch.â
âCunt.â
âPrude.â
âManwhore.â
âWhiny Brat.â
âWaste of space.â
âWaste of good pussy.â
âWaste of government money.â
âWaste of Compound V.â
âPathetic, assfaced Dickwad.â
âStuck up, pretentious Ice Queen.â
âGeriatric, entitled, blue-balled G.I. Joe Fuckdollâ
The room had practically vanished around you as you and Soldier Boy fell into your now well-tread path of insults. Your blood was burning with that feeling, aching to burst across the room as both of you glared hard enough to, fingers crossed, kill the other.
âJesus Christ,â Hughie said, breaking you out of your own spell.
âWhat are they doing here?â Soilder Boy asked, somehow having only just clocked their presence. âDo I finally get to do my job and leave?â
âNo,â Annie answered. âWe have no way of knowing how long youâll be here at this point.â
âThatâs what I said,â you muttered under your breath, turning back to your team.
âYeah,â Soldier Boy said at full volume. âAnd I donât fucking trust you.â
âWill you get off my ass about it now?â
âI think you like me on your ass, Sunshine. My offer never leaves the table.â
âCunt.â
âBitch.â
âHelpless man-child.â
âPrissy tease.â
âGlorified propaganda poster-â
âNo,â Annie cut it. âWeâre not doing that again.â
âParty pooper,â Butcher grumbled. âI was hoping theyâd kill each other this time. Then we could just go home.â
âWell, did you at least bring me drugs?â Soldier Boy seemed to search the room, as if a pile of weed and coke would miraculously appear on the floor amongst the mess of wrappers and fluid-filled paper towels.
âWeâre not buying you drugs with government money.â Annie said, giving you a look of apology. âAs Iâm sure youâve been told.â
âMany times,â you affirm under your breath. Youâd had to hide the glue on day five, which had let to the toilet paper incident on day six. A day had not passed since where you didnât catch him trying to turn a new household object into something to snort.
âI thought weed was fucking legal now.â Soldier Boy glared at you, as if you were personally responsible for the CIA not buying him blunts. âItâs a free fucking country. I should be able to smoke whenever I damn please.â
âPorn is legal,â you reply. âDoesnât mean the federal government is going to bring you some.â
âIf they brought me porn and weed, Iâd be far more open to whatever shit you want from me.â He winked at you.
âWe gave you that last time,â Hughie pointed out, shifting nervously. âIt barely helped.â
âWill you be a good little supe if we come back with porn and weed? Because we can go and-â
âNo, we need to do this now.â Annie spoke over Butcher, and you noticed a line of worry on her forehead, along with Hughieâs nervous fidgeting. Though Butcher didnât seem plagued by an anxious tell, he relented to Annie faster than youâd ever seen, and alarm bells went off in your head.
âAnnie,â you bit the bullet, asking softly. âWhat is the âthisâ you need us for?â
She gave you an apologetic look. âTrial run.â
âTrial run?â
âWeâre giving you a test, Love.â Butcher said with a smirk. âSee if your little experiment is even viable. Maybe take out a player in the process. All depends on if you and him,â he jerked his head to Soldier Boy. âDo your jobs right.â
âI donât need your little âtestâ to know if I can do my job.â Soldier Boy snapped.
âLast time you failed,â Hughie muttered.
Frenchie nodded in agreement. âIn a spectacular manner, yes.â
âBecause that bitch and that pussy stopped me.â An angry scowl was thrown at Annie and Butcher, who returned it and grinned widely back respectively.
âYou were going to kill a kid,â Annie said coldly.
âHe shouldnât have been in the line of fire.â
âThe line of fire? Do you hear yourself? Do you really care about others so little that-â
âIâd do it again,â he snapped back, unbothered by Annieâs disgust. âYou donât get to ask me for help and get mad when I do.â
You gave Butcher a pointed look. âArenât you glad you listened to me?â
Though all you got in response was a grunt from Butcher, Soldier Boyâs eyes shot to you. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
You returned his glare, steeling your own eyes to match his interrogating gaze. âWeâre removing the âkill a kidâ option from your choices. You want to know why weâre stuck here? Because you fucked it last time, and we wonât let you fuck up again.â
âYou wonât let me?â He sneered, leering at you coldly. âYou donât let me do anything, Sunshine.â
If the âSunshineâ thing continued to stick, you might have to throw yourself off a roof. But you didnât flinch, just tilting your head mockingly. âYou wouldnât need a shock collar if you hadnât bit the hand.â
âI wouldnât bite the hand if it hadnât tried to kill me.â
âNobody tried to kill you, Mate.â Butcher interjected. Soldier Boyâs anger switched back to him with fists curling at his side, but Butcher kept talking with a bored drawl. âYou shouldnât have bloody fucked up.â
âAnd, like I said,â you shrugged. âIt wonât happen again.â
âIf I see the shot, Iâll take it. Whether you like it or not.â
Looking into his eyes, you believed him. No doubt fogged your brain that, given the opportunity, Soldier Boy wouldnât hesitate to take out Ryan Butcher with Homelander. Part of you, the angry and bitter part still trapped underground, understood that. But youâd see Ryan once, from afar, and he had looked so young. You didnât have to imagine his fear or touch him to understand what it was like. For your life to change abruptly and without reason, to have to sprint to keep up with your new one. Soldier Boy had volunteered for this life. Ryan hadnât. You hadnât.
So, holding Soldier Boyâs gaze, you made your voice clear and steady. âYou donât get to take the shot until itâs clear. Ryan will be out of the picture before you even see Homelander.â You turned to Annie. âWhatâs the test?â
âHead-popper.â Butcher answered for Annie with an odd look at you. His voice carried the usual light and oddly joyful tone he used when discussing murdering supes, but his eyes on yours were quieter, with less manic vengeance than youâd seen before. If you didnât know better, youâd call them thankful.
âHead-popper?â
Hughie jumped in at your confused frown. âNeuman.â
âOh,â you paused, looking over Hughieâs worried face. âWeâre going after Neuman?â
âWho the fuck is Neuman?â Soldier Boy asked with a reluctant grumble. You had picked up on his consistent annoyance with new things after youâd found him screaming at the microwave three days ago, and not knowing new people didnât seem to be any different.
âSheâs a supe who can pop peopleâs heads like balloons.â Frenchie gestured in imitation for effect. âItâs disgusting.â
âAnd sheâs the VP elect, which would put an ally of Homelander in the White House, one step from the Oval Office.â Annie said pointedly, giving Frenchie a look. You offered him a small smile over her head. Though the demonstration hadnât been helpful, watching his hands fly around mimicking Neumanâs powers was undeniably entertaining.
âShe's dangerous,â Hughie added. âBut sheâs not a bad person. We donât want to kill her, just remove her powers.â
âWhat do we need her for then?â You didnât have to look to know Soldier Boyâs accusation was directed at you. You bit your tongue, trying to ignore the way the words seeped into your skin.
Because heâs right. A cruel whisper said into your ear, and the itch on your skin began to feel like a rash. You were saved from the plague of your thoughtsâthe urgent feeling to fall prompted by almost nothingâby Butcher.
âIf you think youâre going anywhere without her, Governor, youâd better get used to being wrong. Sheâs there for the same reason sheâs here. So you donât go postal.â
Soldier Boy gave you an unreadable look as the rush of your heart in your chest slowed from Butcherâs words. You turned away from him, but you could almost feel his eyes through your skull as you looked at Butcher with a blank face.
âWhatâs the plan?â You asked, praying it would be simple, with as few people as possible around and, ideally, in the middle of a desert filled exclusively with fire extinguishers.
âMM and Kimiko are doing recon on one of Bob Singerâs rallies. Frenchie will create a distraction for the secret service, and Neumanâs personal detail is going to suddenly disappear-â
âDisappear?â You interrupted Butcher with raised eyebrows.
âKeep your panties on, theyâve been bribed. Once sheâs isolated, Soldier Boyâll blast her, and we can all go home confident in your little gambit.â
You hesitated, trying to imagine the last political rally youâd seen. Group of people in tight groups, electrical wiring for microphones, speakers, and lights. Gates and closed doors, hallways leading out onto streets. âHow are we going to isolate her?â
âMe and Butcher will work on that,â Annie said, almost reaching for you with a reassuring pat, but thinking better and jerking her arm back. She opened her mouth, an apology certainly on her, but you raised your hand to cut her off.
âHow long until we leave?â You asked. Maybe theyâd say âthree hoursâ and youâd get to talk to someone who didnât think swing music was sonically viable for a bit.
Hughie checked his watch. âTen minutes ago.â
âAgo?â Your eyes widened.
He gave you a sheepish look. âWe thought it would take less time to get you.â He turned to Soldier Boy. âYour suitâs in the van. I can bring it out-â
âI can change on the way.â Soldier Boy grumbled, ignoring Hughieâs start of sputtering protests. âLetâs get this over with.â
âââ-
Much to his annoyance, they had forgotten Benâs shield, and nobody would let him change in the van. He tried several times, only to be met by a chorus of groans, shouting, and swearing. He had listened to their complaints only because she had started giving him a look he recognized as a flag for a storm of uncontrolled fire. No hot disgust or sparks of rage, only a cold and quiet, almost glassy-eyed stare. Her heart steady but her breathing too fucking controlled to be natural, measured so equally that it sounded mechanical. So, because he figured she would only become more bitchy to live with if she incinerated her alleged âfriendsâ, Ben stopped trying to pull his shirt over his head.
Once he did, the van fell insufferably silent. The edged pleasantries and conversation heâd overheard during Butcher and his band of Assholes arrival had ceased save for tense questions and hushed conversations. Ben didnât fail to notice all the spineless avoidance and careful words directed at them both. She, even after the foggy look faded, remained curled into a corner, trading small and toothless smiles with her team. More timid than heâd seen her before, almost like a scolded child as she looked around the van nervously. Her eyes watched the shadows as though Homelander himself might jump from them, the chew of her lip giving Ben a headache. The only words she spoke were a jab at Ben when heâd said something about political rallies post-election being fucking patheticâgiving him a lecture about American politics now heavily depending on something called âgoing viralââonly to fall silent once more after. Her team looked at her like a glass bomb, as if she was a delicate statue looming over their heads and not the vulgar, violent woman who slept down the hall from him. That woman infuriated him, testing his patience every time she opened her mouth, but this paranoid, skittish pussy of a girl was so much worse. So when the van halted and Butcherâs team began to filter out, he called her name. When she ignored him, he reached out and grabbed her arm.
âWhat the fuck!â She pulled herself out of his grip in a second, staring at him with anger. She glanced down at her arms, a look he didnât understand crossing her face, before returning her attention to him. âDo not touch me.â
âI barely touched you,â he glowered, annoyance quickly flooding him. He had only brushed skin, with a light grip she had thrown off, there was no need to be so dramatic. âWhen I touch you for real, youâll fucking know, Sunshine. And youâll fucking beg for it. I needed to make you listen, you were fucking ignoring me.â
Her brows knit, and he heard the chew of her teeth on her tongue. âIâm not going to beg for anything, and I wasnât ignoring you.â
âI said your name, and you kept fucking walking.â
âI didnât hear you.â She snapped, but didnât relent. âSpeak up next time.â
She knew just as well as Ben did that they were both far from quiet, pussy-voiced fuckers. And while he definitely hadnât yelled for her attention, it shouldnât have fucking mattered. Heâd seen her pick up his grumbled insults and mocking comments just fine over the past two weeks. âBitch.â
âWhat do you want?â She asked with a sigh, ignoring his jab and looking at him as if he exhausted her just by breathing. âWe have to go, and you still need to change.â
âYou shouldnât let them treat you like that.â He said, not hiding the contempt from his voice. He wasnât going to skirt around his thoughts, lining them gently to help her fucking feelings.
Her body tensed, her limbs looking as if theyâd locked into place. âLike what?â Ben heard her swallow as she answered, her voice not lost enough to make her sound clueless to his words.
âLike youâre a child they have to coddle. A problem they have to deal with.â
She stared at him, her glassy-eyes returning. âShut up. You donât know what youâre fucking talking about, cunt-face.â
Ben snorted. âThey donât treat you like the bitch you are. They always use that sweet, pussy voice, like theyâre talking to a fucking puppy, when they say something to you. Theyâre always all fucking pouty when they look at you, pussyfooting around so they donât make you sad.â He gave her a mocking grin, hoping the next words landed like a bullet. âThey treat you like me.â
It had clearly worked, as the van had grown hot, and her eyes were clearing as her heart began to pick up. Ben felt an odd feeling cover him as he heard it, almost familiar and sparking pride in his chest. She wasnât a jittery shell anymore, she was going to try and kill him. It made his grin grow genuine, and the van grew only more heated, the air waving around them.
Her mouth opened, and Ben hoped whatever came out of it would be vile and crude.
âHey!â She turned her head and clenched her jaw as someone called her name from outside, the van rattling as a fist banged against it. âWe need to go!â
The door opened to reveal the Cocksucker, whose face grew quickly red, a bead of sweat falling from his hairline, as he was blasted with a quickly dying wave of heat.
âSorry,â she mumbled, turning from Ben as the heat dropped further. âComing.â
Cocksucker gave her a worried look, his gaze flying quickly to Ben, but just nodded and stood aside for her to move past.
As the door closed and Ben began to change, he listened for their soft, tense words.
âAre you okay? Did he do anything to you?â Cocksuckerâs voice was nervous and gentle, like being suffocated by one of those fucking fluffy blankets Ben had seen in the empty bedroom of the safe house.
âNo, he just grabbed me to talk. And you donât have to keep asking me that. Iâm fine, and itâs not as helpful as you think it is.â Ben frowned at her voice, the malice from it drained entirely in only a few seconds, replaced with only a tired hollowness.
âGrabbed you?! Like, he touched you?â
Having anticipated Cocksucker being more interested in the âtalkâ part of her sentence, or the shit that sounded like it was about feelings, Ben's brain rattled over Cocksuckerâs word, his tone of panic looping in Benâs head. He spoke of Benâs touch as though it were a plague, and not something many people would kill to feel. Ben almost burst out of the van to say just that, but froze when he heard her answer.
âIt was fast, I didnât feel much. Even if I did, it doesnât matter. I canât go the rest of my life without touching people.â Her voice had a finality to it, and Ben could almost picture her downturned lips and wrinkled brow.
âYou touch us when you heal us.â Even Cocksuckerâs voice didnât sound sure of his response.
âItâs not the same, and you know that.â
There was a momentary stall in their words, and Ben took the opportunity to emerge, securing his belt as he walked to the door. He wasnât sure what heâd expected to see, but Cocksucker looking pathetically around, anywhere but the woman as she curved into herself, wasnât it. She held a white-knuckle grip on the sleeves of her jacket, her thumb running up and down in small movements. They both turned to him as the door banged open, and Ben caught the empty look behind her eyes before her indifference slipped back into place.
âDid you hurry me just to sit around like pussies, or are we going to start fucking moving?â He asked, the air feeling too uncomfortable to sit in.
Cocksucker blinked, glancing at his watch. âWe have a few minutes until they arrive, but I guess it canât hurt to be vigilant-â
âArrive?â The womanâs eyes widened, and Ben saw smoke curl from her hold on her jacket. âTheyâre coming here?â
Cocksucker nodded. âItâs a high-security escape exit-â
âItâs a fucking street, Hughie.â
âThatâs used as a high-security escape exit.â After a moment of searching the area, Cocksucker pointed a few yards down, at a large door set against brick. âNeuman will come right out of there, and her guards will close her out here, where Soldier Boy will blast her.â He paused, glancing at Ben, before looking back at the door and taking small, cowardly steps away from his spot between them.
âItâs a public area, anyone could walk past! What the fuck were you thinking?!â Her voice was hushed and agitated, and Ben had never seen her face lose color at that speed before, had never heard her heart stutter and jump as if trying to escape her body.
âItâll be fine,â Cocksuckerâs voice wavered, giving them both a nervous look. âIt should be fine. MM said it would be fine.â
âYou heard him, Sunshine,â Ben gave her a wink, adding a half-cocked smile when she didnât even return him with a dirty look. âMM said it would be fine. And have some fucking faith in me, Iâm not a fucking monster. I wonât blast any running pussies except for this head-popper broad.â
âYou donât even know what she looks like.â Her tone wasnât quite the vicious mockery he was used to, but it was better than the apathetic, empty voice sheâd been using. She was rolling on the balls of her feet, speaking without looking at him, her eyes moving restlessly from the door to the end of the street. âAnd I donât believe you.â
Ben just shrugged, allowing the silence to hang. The wind was picking up, whistling through the chill of winter air, making the heat around them, emitting from both Ben and the woman, all the more obvious. Despite the biting cold, Cocksucker had taken off his stupid puffy jacket, even stepping back further from where they stood, with Ben in the center of the street and the woman off to the left. Despite her slowly stepping further and further back, her back now almost against the wall, Ben could feel her watching him, hear her heart continue its new and erratic beat.
âHow long now, Hughie?â Her voice was raised to carry over the wind, though it hadnât lost that stupid fucking weakness. Cocksucker, thank fuck, didnât get a chance to respond with pathetically comforting words, as only one skipping heartbeat after she spoke a shrill fire alarm sounded.
âIâm assuming thatâs your stupid French fuck's plan?â Ben asked dryly. âStart a fucking fire? I thought you pussies were all about minimal damage.â
âHe probably just pulled the alarm.â The Cocksuckerâs answer lacked any confident assurance. âAnd I think weâre just against needless murder.â
Ben almost started to rant about their so-called needless murder being a mighty high horse for a group of people who had manipulated him just as much as Vought, whoâd been willing to help him kill all those backstabbing pussies from Payback so heâd help them. About how their stupid fucking moral purity complex seemed to adjust perfectly to aid them, and maybe he wasnât a fucking angel, but he was strong and powerfulâsomething they fucking neededâman, and he wasnât a pussyfaced liar about what he was, what he did. The words died on his tongue, though, as hundreds of frenzied footsteps reached his ears.
âFuck!â he growled, turning around and pointing at Cocksucker. âYou fucking pussy.â
Cocksucker gave him an idiotically confused stare. âDude, uncalled for.â
âShe,â Ben pointed to the woman, whose heart was beating impossibly fast and looking on with a bloodless face. âWas fucking right. This is a stupid plan, because unless your head-popper walks like a human centipede, itâs not going to be just her that I fucking hit when that door opens.â
Cocksucker only gaped at him like a fish as the footsteps grew louder, annoyingly unsure stutters  escaping him, and just as Ben decided it might be good to slap the idiot out of his daze, the woman stepped forward.
âWe need to move, Hughie. Now.â Her voice wasnât steady, her whole body was tensed and hyper, but it held a determination Ben almost admired. âWe canât be here.â
âHe- he could be fucking lying, or wrong-â
âThatâs not a risk we can afford to take.â She cut off Cocksuckerâs doubts, and Ben found himself surprised at her defense of him, even if it could barely be called that. Her hands were smoking once more, but she had firmly planted herself in the middle of the road, eyes turning sharply to Ben. âIf people see you, any element of surprise over Homelander would be lost. We need to fucking move, you need to get in the fucking van now-â
The door banged open, and the streets flooded as hoards of people in star and stripe-themed outfits flooded the road. Everything became so loud, and that rapt, snapping sound in Benâs head started to spread through him, spurring the drum in his chest. They were finding rhythm so fast, everything fading as Ben tried to slow it. But there were screams and shouts, and everything was getting further and further away from him while carving into him all the same, so though Ben could hear the sounds of metal clanging and shouts of his supe name, he couldnât think anything past the beat beat beat, until he lost it all at once.
As his vision grew clear with his head, Ben expected to see shattered bodies and bloody walls. Instead, all he saw was the woman and fire. Her face was flushed red, her eyes crazed, and her clothes had become charred with holes as the fire surged from her into a barrier, cutting them off from the crowd. Cocksucker was yelling her name, urging them both to return to the van and leave, but as Ben moved, he glanced back to see the woman frozen and heard her heart as if it were his own. The wall was growing wider and shooting high, Cocksucker wouldnât shut the fuck up about moving, but her eyes had squeezed shut, unresponsive to anything but the growing flames.
âWe need to fucking go, now!â Ben turned to see a large man he vaguely recognized barreling down their side of the street, his face twisted in anger. Butcher, Starlight, a small woman he remembered fighting, and that French prick followed him, all loading into the van as the large man stopped beside Cocksucker.
âI told you heâd fucking blow it,â the man said, giving Ben a disgusted look, so flawlessly revolted Ben wouldnât be surprised if heâd fucking practiced in the mirror.
âHey, I didnât fucking blow it, you pussy-â
âYou said that Neuman would come out of here, that it would just be her!â Cocksucker, much to Benâs shock, cut him with a high voice and a wave at the wall of fire. âThatâs way more than just her! Is she even there?!â
âNo,â the man said gruffly. âNeuman saw Butcher and figured out something was up. Sheâs long gone.â
âFuck!â Cocksucker yelled, running a hand through his hair.
âOi, we can go over how MM fucked up later,â Butcher leaned out from the van. âWe need to go before she sends Homelander.â
âHow I fucked up? Youâre the one who disobeyed me and blew our cover-â
âWhatâs wrong with Madame Anomaly?â The French Prick appeared at Butcher's side.
Cocksucker glanced at the woman, calling her name before turning to the large man Butcher had called MM. âShe absorbed Soldier Boyâs blast. I think it got her stuck.â
âWe donât have time for this. Get Soldier Boy in the van, Iâll take care of the Anomaly.â MM repeated the French Prickâs words, and Ben realized they were, for the first time, using the womanâs supe name.
âYou heard him, Gov. Get in the bloody van.â Butcherâs words were clearly directed at Ben, but as he climbed into the van Ben saw Butcherâs attention locked on the woman.
MM had moved closer to the woman, a move Ben deemed more fucking stupid than brave. If she had âabsorbed his blast,â as Cocksucker said, he wouldnât recommend any non-supe be anywhere near her. MM seemed to realize this himself at the last possible second, taking a pathetic, stumbling step back with a pause. He and Cocksucker exchanged a look, something passing between them that Ben didnât understand, before Cocksucker leaned down to grab a pebble from the road. Ben watched as he shakily shook out his arms, wound up, and tossed the pebble at the woman.
It was a terrible fucking idea, Ben didnât have to be Einstein to know that, but the chain reaction that played out still managed to go worse than he might have guessed.
The woman whirled around, her eyes blazing, with a roar sounding from her chest. Fire shot from the wall directly at Cocksucker. In almost slow motion, Ben watched her face become painted with horror as she recognized her target, a different, fearful sound leaving her. She reached an arm out, her heart seeming to falter, and barely redirected the flames before they hit Cocksucker in the chest. The blaze just grazed Cocksuckerâs arm, passed the van clear of anyone else, and hit the building with a boom.
The moment the bricks caught fire and the ground began to shake as the building crumbled, the woman's wall of fire fell. The woman herself remained upright, but only barely as MM shouted her name and she started to stumble to the van. Cocksucker was hauled in by Starlight and the French Prick, the former fussing over his burnt armâBen had seen worse at Herogasm and nobody whined about itâand Cocksucker waved her off. The woman pulled herself in, ignoring Butcherâs outstretched hand, and the door closed behind her. MM appeared in the driverâs seat, and as the engine started everyone fell into a heavy-breathed silence.
Through the ride, Ben watched the woman open and close her mouth a million times, returned to her fetal position in the corner but watching Cocksucker with a strained face. Her hands tapped against her still-smoking jacket, reaching out hesitantly before she pulled them back into herself. No words were spoken, not even the anxious whispers of the ride there. Ben felt relief as the van stopped, MM climbing out and opening the doors to reveal the exterior of the safe house, grateful for any excuse to leave these stupid, sniffing pussies to wallow in their failure.
MM led Ben and the woman to the doors, opened them by leaning oddly at the doorbell, and gestured for them to walk through. The man followed them in, shutting the doors behind him with a rough push.
âIf we failed the test, I am not doing that fucking shit again.â Ben grumbled as MM turned around from the now-shut entrance.
âButcher told me about the fucking mess you and him made in here.â MM ignored Ben entirely, speaking to the woman as if he wasnât even there. âA team cleaned it up while you were gone, and Mallory will send more groceries tomorrow night. I saw a picture, it was fucking gross. Iâm only doing it once, because I donât want a new disease to develop in here. Youâre an adult, you should take care of this place by your goddamn self.â
The woman looked at her feet, humming a small acknowledgment. She didnât look up as she spoke. âIs Hughie going to be okay?â
MM sighed. âThe kid will live. Iâll look at him when we get back.â
âI could help-â
MM cut her off with her name. âHeâll be fine. Weâll make sure of it.â
She gave another nervous hum, and Ben jumped in.
âCan you answer my fucking question-â
âWeâll let you know what our next steps are after we talk to Mallory and Singer. This wasnât good, but itâs not the end of the damn world.â Once again, MM ignored Ben. It was starting to feel personal. Before Ben could push further, MM reached a hand out to rest on the womanâs shoulder, right over a hole in her sleeve. Her head shot up with her heart, but the panic in her seemed to evaporate just as soon as it appeared. Her name was gentle as MM spoke it, eyes locked with hers. âYou didnât fuck up. You did your job.â She nodded slowly. âItâll be fine.â With those last words, he exited the building, leaving Ben and the woman in the hall.
âWhatâs his fucking problem?â Ben grunted, half directed at the woman, half to just say it.
She gave him a flat look. âYou killed his family.â Before he could come up with a clever response, honest or dodging the annoying feeling of guilt forming in his throat, the woman turned from him and walked away.
âââ-
You were so tired. Your bones ached, oddly cold in a way you hadnât felt in a while, your skin crawled with feverish chills, and when you closed your eyes, you could see the flames graze Hughie and the building turn to dust. As MMâs lingering calm heâd offered you faded, all you felt was tired. Worthless. A liability. You had fucked up, just as much as Soldier Boy. Maybe more so, because he had PTSD, even if he would deny being a âhung-up pussyâ. He had lost control because heâd been tortured by Russians, youâd almost killed your friend and definitely destroyed a rec center because youâd been startled. You just wanted to sleep, to deal with the inevitable fight about groceries in the morning, running on more than quickly expiring adrenaline and caffeine pills stuck in your throat.
You made it to your room, changing into one of the pajama sets folded in your drawers, hoping someone mentioned that the allegedly fire-proof wardrobe youâd been given apparently wasnât strong enough for the full force of your fire combined with Soldier Boyâs nuclear explosions. A shame, youâd liked the pants youâd chosen for the mission. Youâd live without the jacket, though. Youâd hardly pulled the shirt over your head when the door ripped open, a still suit-clad Soldier Boy standing at your door.
âWhat fucking happened to you?â His question was blunt and confusing as he entered your room, remaining near the door but over the threshold.
Your body was too heavy to fight with him right now. There was no tense prickling on the bridge of your nose, only the throbbing stab of a headache. âGo away, Soldier Boy.â
âAll of you have a fucking thing. A weird, sad reason to whine around and pretend youâre better than me.â He didnât budge, but rather leaned forward. âWhatâs yours.â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âYou said I killed MMâs family. Butcherâs always pussying around about Homelander stealing his girl. Cocksucker mentioned something about that fast asshole doing something as well. Iâm not sure what the French Prick bitches about, but Iâm sure itâs something.â
âFirst of all, you did kill MMâs family.â You really donât want to do this right now, but maybe heâll give up and fuck off. A fruitless wish, a small part of you knows, but you have nothing left to push back with. âAnd Homelander didnât âsteal Butcherâs wifeâ, he raped her.â
âRight.â Soldier Boy watched you, his expression unreadable in the shadowy room. âThose are all fucking things. So tell me what yours is.â
âI donât have one,â even as you speak the insistence, it sounded fake and hollow.
He takes another step forward. âYes, you do. I saw how you froze, nobody without a thing locks up like that. I heard Cocksucker ask you if I âhurt youâ. Just for the record, Sunshine, I may not be a Boy Scout, but Iâm no fucking rapist.â
âYouâve tried to sleep with me thirty-three times.â
âAnd Iâll blow your mind when you realize how much youâd love it, no sooner. Whatâs your fucking thing.â
You stare at him, the intensity in his voice throwing you off. Heâs insistent, comfortable in your room but standing at his full height, attention fixed entirely on you. That impression of dissection has returnedâthe feeling as if heâs trying to pick you apart for him to play with. âWhy do you even care?â
âBecause maybe if you tell me, I can kill what supe fucked up your pretty little head and youâll be less of a bitch.â
You canât stop the snort that escapes you. âWhat a selfish fucking cunt reason.â
He shrugged in something that couldâve been an agreement. âMaybe.â He falls silent, but doesn't leave.
You collapse to sit on the edge of your bed, staring ahead as you rub your temple. âPlease just go.â
âNo.â
You look at him, not caring if he sees the desperation in your eyes. âCan this not wait six hours for the morning?â
âNo.â
âDo you know any words but no?â You mutter under your breath.
You didnât miss his annoyed humph. âOh, just fucking tell me.â
âNo.â It was your turn to snap. Your exhaustion was becoming lined with bitter childishness, and you didnât care enough to try and suppress your urge to sneer at him.
âWhy not?â
âBecause youâre an idiotic, self-absorbed, sadist asshat who wouldnât know empathy if it started sucking his dick.â You mocked.
He grinned. âOk, now name my bad qualities.â
âIâm not telling you.â
âIâll start guessing,â he took another step forward, now almost directly before you. âDid that red-headed lesbian steal your puppy?
You frowned up at him. âMaeve was bisexual.â
âDid Noir take credit for a college project?â He ignored your comment, leaning down with a mocking smirk.
âTrust me, I got all my dues in college.â
âDid that gay-for-Jesus blond steal your boyfriend? Did the fast asshole that stole Cocksuckerâs girl break up with you? Did water-boy eat your goldfish?â
âIâve never met Ezekiel, A-Train actually murdered Hughieâs girlfriend, and The Deep famously doesnât eat seafood, he fucks it. But by all means, keep going.â
Soldier Boy blinked. âHe fucks it?â
âYep. Itâs gross.â You shrug. âAre you done?â
âAre you going to answer my question?â
You give a toothless smile. âNot until you get all your guesses out.â
âOh?â There was unquestionable surprise in his voice at your relent, only making your fake cheer grow and your immature anger fully overtake you.
âI want you to feel like a real fucking asshole when I tell you.â
His face split open with a grin. âWell then, did the Twins kick you out of Herogasm? Did that bitch, Crimson Countess, overshadow your big debut? Did a Z-lister get more attention than you from the Vought pussies?â
You just raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms as Soldier Boy continued until the list of supes ran dry. As the last jeer left his mouth, he mirrored your face of cold amusement.
âWell?â
You leaned back, watching him closely as you spoke. âHomelander kidnapped me, kept me in a dungeon, raped me in an attempt to make more mini-Homelanders, and, after you returned, started experimenting on me to try and recreate the V used on you.â
A small shock rushed through you after you spoke. You hadnât said any of that out loud, not fully, since youâd escaped. You danced around it with Butcher and his team, with Mallory and the CIA leaders, always picking and choosing parts to omit so nobody would look at you with pity and fear. It hadnât worked, they did anyway, but there had still been control over it. Up until this moment, nobody had known why Homelander had done all those things to you. Everyone had seemed happy to chalk it up to him being a fucking psychopath, not anything deeper. Certainly not attempting to create a small army of additional Ryan Butchers. Small things were still yours, flashes of hunger and warped sounds remaining in your head, but everything else you had just told him.
Why did you do that? A voice hissed as the high from your petulance faded. Why did you let him win? Why did you give him a weapon to use that could hurt you?
But looking at him, he didnât appear to be a portait of self-satisfaction and heartless triumph. He was staring at you, scanning you as though the scars Homelander left would be visible on your bare legs and arms. When he spoke, his voice wasnât weak or coddling, but angry.
âHe kept you locked up?â
You nod, part of you getting ready to fight him over something.
âHe hurt you? To try and recreate me?â Your repeated nodding only seemed to inflate whatever was happening. âDid it hurt?â
Your arms and face started at that, an uncertain feeling spreading through you. There had been no reverent tone as Soldier Boy had asked the last question, no sadistic for affirmation. But you didnât know what he wanted to hear. Why he even wanted to know. But an involuntarily honest answer escaped you. âYes.â
He stared at you for another second before he opened his mouth, only to close it without making any sound. Abruptly, he whipped around and began to leave, giving you only one more indecipherable look as he closed the door behind him, leaving you on the edge of your bed, alone in your room.
You lay down slowly, half expecting him to storm back in at any moment, but minutes passed, quickly turning into a half hour, and your body sat at the edge of collapse once more. Soon it was unbearable, and you lay down, your racing mind being forced to a halt as sleep pulled you under.
Your sleep, as had been the case for a while now, was haunted by nightmares of blue eyes and yellow, fluorescent lights. You woke up in a cold sweat, and took a long, needlessly warm shower before forcing yourself to leave your room around 9:30. Despite your lingering fatigue, no part of you wasnât restless as you walked down the stairs. Your body tense and ready to run, your head spinning with hypotheticals and lining up words you may needâthat feeling under your skin creeping up your spine and fluttering in your gut. But Soldier Boy wasnât in the living room or the hall. You poked your head in the dining room, hoping to avoid the minefield of the kitchen, but it was empty, the plastic chandelier lights off, the table occupied only by a vase of wilted flowers. You moved to the kitchen, ringing growing in your ears, but he wasnât there. You turned to walk away, continue your search, but double-back as it hit you.
Nothing was in the kitchen. It was empty. Of Soldier Boy, and of the groceries MM said would be delivered.
You wandered in slowly, watching the counters as if they might start to glitch and flicker, revealing hidden produce and dirty dishes. But, leaning over the sink, there was a single plate, soaking in water that was dotted with crumbs. Slowly, you moved to the refrigerator, slowly opening it as you glanced around the room. Your eyes widened at the sight inside. Milk, drinks, and produce had been placed inside, disorganized and haphazardly. There was a jar of mayonnaise in the fresh drawer, along with a box of pasta on a side shelf, but the fridge was full. You moved quickly to the pantry, which had been sorted in a similar fashion, but filled. And when you opened the last cabinet, you saw a piece of paper stuck under a jar of peanut butter.
I know I did a shit job. Clean up if it bothers you, but don't bitch to me about it. And tell Mallory to get smooth peanut butter next time, or Iâm not doing anything for her but killing Homelander - Ben
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