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Flower 3

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Warnings - talk of kink, mega sexual tension, daddy kink if you squint really hard hehe

Her head was still dizzy even after sitting in the front seat and letting him out the bags in the back. She did her job as good passenger and placed the coffees in each cup holder, but she was spinning. Her hand still tingling and warm from how he held it through the parking lot like it was common practice, like he was her boyfriend.

Would he want to be?

He’d already said he didn’t do hook ups. Gia had pointed out that he wasn’t normal around her and Sarah had agreed. Fuck, he just spent over two hundred on her and didn’t bat an eye. Maybe he did, and maybe she was itching to find out what sort of questions he’d want to ask.

Weirdly, she wanted him to cross lines. He was always so polite and sweet, despite his dirty jokes at times when he was tipsy. With her, he was usually the poster child of a gentleman. He took care of her and did all sort of sweet things to her, leaving no question about if he cared about her or not. . The words he had said on the car ride here about a guy being sweet out in public and a freak in the sheets echoed around her head as he climbed into his seat, making the thoughts start to dissipate.

“Aren’t you jus’ the best little passenger princess.” He snickered, putting the keys into the ignition. Her eyes tried to ignore the way the little smirk on his face bade her stomach buzz, but it was a hard thing to look past.

“I could have spit in your coffee. You never know.” Her tease was met by him picking up the cup, looking her dead in the eye as he took a sip. Oh. Well then. “You sicko.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged his seatbelt on after his little display. “But turning the radio on doesn’t mean you are safe from my questions.”

“I’m not trying to hide from them! I just don’t like awkward silences and I’ve no clue what you’re gonna ask me so I was making sure we weren’t in danger of one.”she sniffed, pointing her nose up a bit. It was a bit of an act considering she was, indeed, trying to hide a little bit. In fact, she was incredible anxious to know what he was wondering about. “Go on and hit me with one.”

“Alright. When did you start reading those types of books?”

“Those types.” She scoffed at the phrasing. It was a relatively tame question with a not so savory answer. “Make me sound like it’s something crazy. But the answer is way too young. Probably 14, 15. I checked one out at the library. To be fair, the first time I didn’t realize it had anything like that in it. I just liked the cover and it seemed nice. One BDSM adjacent book and unsupervised internet access search later and I was finding out all sorts of phrases I didn’t need to know.” It was hard to say if she regretted it now, but she did think it was a little early for that. Then again, most guys her age then were doing their own exploring so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“Hm. Interesting… did you ever get caught with one of them at that age? I’d imagine your parents wouldn’t love that.” No, they most certainly would not.

“Thank god, no. It would have been mortifying. Now I know that my mother has her own little stash with the shirtless guys and the historical romances though, so it wouldn’t have been like she had a leg to stand on anyways.” That was something she was still thankful for. “Did you ever get caught watching or looking at something?”

From the wince on his face, he absolutely did. “Yeah. It’s just as bad as you think it is. It was my dad, which is only marginally better than it being my mother, but he didn’t seem very phased. I think I was more embarrassed than he was. He never brought it up, but I remembered to lock the door each and every time after that.”

“Oh, that’s rough.” Y/N hissed in sympathy. “My parents worked a lot so it was easy for me to just explore things I shouldn’t have back then. Since you’re older than me, was it online or the magazines?” She was teasing, but he rolled his eyes.

“Magazine, actually. I’m not that much older.” Five years, but it was enough to make a difference in how they grew up. “Don’t tease me. I see the age gap shit you’re reading.”

“It’s just fun and games.” She assured, brushing her hand over his shoulder playfully. Again, initiating touches. “Besides, I do like an older man so I’m not gonna make too much fun. Considering you did see the books I grabbed.”

He had been very interested in them, it seemed. Interested enough to hover and let her body feel his heat against her back, the burn still there if she let herself think about it too long.

“Yeah, actually I was gonna ask- which one are you the most excited to read?” It was a nice question, middle of the line- but she had a feeling he was trying to gage something.

“Hm. Reaper, that’s the biker club bad boy protecting her from a stalker one, or the Highest bidder. I’ve heard so much about both of them. I know the smut is good in Reaper because I’ve read snippets, but the jury is still out on the second one.” They had both come highly recommended so she was excited to see if they were going to live up to her expectations. “I do like a good dark romance. It’s kinda hard to explain to people because some things you can enjoy as a fantasy but know in reality it isn’t really ethical, but they won’t get that.”

“I do get it, actually.” He nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. “S’kinda like if you roleplay in bed or something. No one thinks you should actually be in a student professor relationship, but the premise of it is hot. A lot of it is like… power balances, kinda.”

The ease Harry had of understanding sort of took her off guard. Y/N knew he was intelligent and had spent plenty of time with him to know that was the truth, but a lot of people she knew didn’t quite understand the layers there was to it.

“Yeah, actually. It is a little similar to roleplay, I hadn’t thought too much about that as a comparison.” Now she definitely would. However… the fact that he had brought it up raised a whole new crop of questions… along with the fact she could see a slight shift in his body when she mentioned it. “Is that something you’re into, then? Roleplaying?”

Her eyes watched as he tugged on his lip, using his one hand to steer the wheel while the other seemed to be self soothing a little bit. His forearm looked particularly good in this light, the veins standing out slightly as he squeezed over the leather.

“Mm, outed myself a little with that one didn’t I?”

“A bit.” She giggled, crossing her legs. The question remained on what it was that he liked to roleplay? Was it the teacher thing? Nurse? Doctor? Something more risky? Now that she’d allowed her brain to entertain the not so safe for work thoughts about the man, it was difficult to filter them.

“I do enjoy it, yeah. It’s fun. It doesn’t need to be crazy or anything, but it’s fun to spice things up. I haven’t done a ton of it but it is an interest of mine. I feel like you can explore things with it being safe and being with someone you actually trust, so it’s easier to actually enjoy it.”

The explanation made perfect sense. Partially she was relieved that he seemed so intelligent when it came to sex, considering….

“Safety is big. One time a guy decided to choke me but he didn’t know how to properly do it.” She winced at the memory. “Bruised my neck. He felt really bad afterwards but it was obvious he hadn’t done any sort of real research into it and it was never discussed beforehand. Do I think it’s hot? Yeah, but not when it feels like someone’s about to crush my windpipe.”

“Christ.” Harry sighed, exasperated at the story. It looked like he genuinely was astounded by how bad the guys she had been with had behaved. “I feel like that’s kink 101, innit? You learn how to spank and choke without causing the real damage. Fuck, M’sorry that happened to you. Did it make it hard to enjoy it again?”

“For a little while, yeah. Like you said before, hookups aren’t really my thing anymore either but when I was more into the scene I made sure they either knew how to do it or didn’t do it at all. Sucks, considering it can make you feel ten times better.” It depended on the person for sure, but for her? The head rush made it so much better when she came.

“Yeah, I can only imagine. I’ve never really had a horror story like that for me. Anyone I’ve been with knew how to do it and I figured it out early on, but I did have one girl who tore up my back really bad. Not in the sexy way with marks for a few days, but one got infected and it was a whole thing. I like pain, but not something that’s gonna actively harm me later. I don’t think she meant to do it either but sometimes those nails are sharp.”

Y/N squirmed slightly in her seat as he let out that little bit of information that she clung to. Humidity between her thighs wasn’t exactly something she had planned for today but it seemed like Harry had a manual on how to make her squirm. “First, I’m sorry that happened to you too. I feel like you’ll be able to know you’re doing too much and it shouldn’t ever be tearing up actual skin- unless you’re into that but obviously it wasn’t for you.” She winced, knowing it must have been a bitch to take care of. No one could properly do much for a back thing on their own. The whole reach around thing- a mess. “You can tell me to fuck off this time, but are you into both? The choking, then being choked too?” There was no better way to ask it without being direct, even if it made her feel a little weird to say.

In the drivers seat, he bit his lip to stifle a grin before sneaking a look at her. “What? You think you’re the only one who should have that sorta fun?” Relieving the restraint, he let himself smile at her before his eyes took the road again. “I do, yeah. Both. It just feels good, doesn’t it? The head rush sort of thing. It’s intimate if you do it right. For either person, it can feel like… I dunno, like you’re theirs and they’re mine in that aspect. If it’s done right, it can be the thing to push you over the edge. Trusting someone with their hand around one of your most vulnerable points, it’s a bit thrilling- intimate.”

Y/N knew Harry had some experience, knew he would probably be good in bed just in how he handled her in general. He was attentive and sweet, checking in with her, but unafraid to do what he wanted. He’s dragged her into his lap and rested his chin on her shoulder, easy to ask her for a cuddle and to play with her hair- but he’s been respectful about the whole thing. Part of her wishes maybe he’d maybe be a little disrespectful at this point.

There was no doubt in her mind that Harry knew how to fuck. Just from these conversations alone, she knew he could handle himself. But knowing he was pretty dirty, the knowledge of him liking choking on both fronts, it made her feel hot under her collar. “Mm. Nice to know.”

The response hadn’t been though through, because there were definitely connotations to that- but she let the words tumble out of her mouth without thinking. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her lap, going to open her mouth to respond something else, but the man beat her to it. As usual.

“Is it?” He hummed lightly. “I’m glad you find it amusing.”

“I mean, it is.” She had already dug herself a hole. “I just always thought it would be you doing the choking, I never considered the other way around”.

“You’ve thought about it before, huh?” The smirk was audible in his voice, making her cheeks burn. God damn it all and her slip ups. Harry made her flustered and nervous rolled into a slightly bold ball of dangerous curiosity.

There were a few ways she could’ve gone about it. Denial was the biggest one, but she’d already gone this far. Didn’t she want to push past the friendship boundary? The way her throat felt tight with him so close behind her at the bookshop while he asked her about her books, how she’d placed his hand on her inner thigh for him when they were out last night, she wanted to go further past the established boundaries.

“A few times.”

Her reply was breezy, though she certainly didn’t feel it. The swirling anticipation was bubbling in her tummy, a fluttering bundle of nerves expanding heat through her body. The atmosphere in the truck had been a little tight before, but it had been slowly morphing into a sexually tense mess.

“Mmm. Nice to know.” Mirroring her prior response, she chanced a look at him. One hand still on the steering wheel, vein still making an appearance in his forearm making an appearance from the sunlight glazing inside the truck. But this time, his stubbled chin dipped into a dimple, a light smirk coating his lips and he was rubbing his hand over his denim covered thigh. His hands, god his fucking hands. They were sexy, sexier than she knew a man’s hands could be. He worked with them, so sometimes he had a few cuts or bruises on them, but he kept his nails trimmed and they were clean most of the time she saw them. The cross tattoo stuck out against his skin, tucked between his thumb and index finger.

Impulse control didn’t exist as her finger reached out to trace said ink, running the tip of her nail over the symbol. “I dunno if I ever told you how much I like your tattoos but- I do.” She admitted lightly. “I love tattoos. I’ve always wanted to get some but I’ve been afraid.”

Harry cleared his throat, stopping at the light to look down at her finger running back and forth on the top of his hand. The nail lightly running over the black ink on his sensitive skin, her eyes taking in the same thing. There was no move to remove his hand, letting it stay still as she continued the hypnotic movement and allowed her eyes to move up to his face.

“Yeah?” His voice was slightly hoarse, showing that she did indeed have some effect on her. The confidence was building as the car ride went on, each little confirmation that he had affections over her making it easier for her to feel the motivation to keep going. Keep poking and prodding to see what would get him to snap. “It’s uh, it’s like…” The satisfaction of making him lose his train of thought had her a little drunk with power, moving her fingertips to his ring to twist it around. “It’s not that bad, for me. I like pain, but it’s like… irritating, maybe. There’s areas you should go for a first time, nowhere directly over bone. My sternum hurt but like… yeah. S’not that bad. I’ll take you to my artist if you want.”

“Would you?” Y/N wasn’t stupid. She knew her cadence, the sweet way she said it would elicit a specific type of reaction from him, but that’s the point. “That would be so sweet of you, H. Maybe I’ll take you up on that. I think…” The trail of her fing moved up and down his hand and towards his wrist. “You do a lot for me, you know? You’re so kind and helpful, you help me out at my places and I think maybe we don’t hang out outside of that as much as we should. Do you know what I mean?”

“I agree.” He nodded along to her statement. “Well- I hope you know I don’t mind helping you or anything, cause I don’t. I really like doing things for you. It feels nice.” That could be a loaded statement if she thought about it too long. Harry powered through it though. “But I would love t’hang out with you more individually. I know what you’re sayin��. S’a little annoying when we go out and people interrupt our conversations.”

Y/N giggled at that because, well, they probably shouldn’t be having those conversations of philosophy at the bar and then get annoyed the friends they came with interrupted them, but it seemed like Harry didn’t really like sharing her attention much as it was. “I agree. So rude.” It was obvious she was teasing him a little, squeezing him lightly before her attention was caught by him turning into the car park. “Oh, shit. We’re here already?”

Part of her was sad because the sexual tension was so delicious and she had been a little hopeful he’d snap, but she really was hungry.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. We can keep talking inside, then I’ll bring you home.” There was another pause as she could see him trying to figure out how to say something else. “Uh, or if you wanted, you can come over and swim for a bit? You left your swimsuit there the last time I had the cookout and I’ve been meaning to give it back.”

Y/N felt herself resist the urge to squeeze her thighs together. There was that preexisting knowing that if she went over to his place there was a very little chance they’d actually go swimming. It was hard not to get on her knees and nudge his prick right into her mouth even in the car, but maybe this was what edging was like. “Sure! Everytime we hang out at my house you find something to do.” She raised an accusatory eyebrow at the man. “Something to fix. Maybe I want all the attention for once.”

“Oh yeah?” He met her eye with a brow raise, making her realize she had accidentally been suggestive… but fuck it.

“Yep.” She popped the last letter of the word before opening her car door and slipping out. “Let’s go! I’m hungry!”

——

The tension wasn’t exclusive to the car.

It didn’t break when they walked in, it didn’t break when they sat down to order and it didn’t break as they ate. If anything, Y/N was being a tease for one of the first times in her life. Brushing her foot over his leg, keeping her eyes on the menu when they browsed it, sucking some of the chocolate from her milkshake from her fingers, bumping their feet together, it was thrilling.

Harry’s eyes were dark, almost constantly on her. Y/N could feel his stare when she looked away, either to her food or when she had walked to the restroom to refresh herself. Her poor panties were completely useless now, but taking them off would do her no good. There was no doubt that this whole trip together had been working her up, but Harry had no problem in making it worse.

After insisting on paying the full bill, Y/N walked a little bit ahead of him to try to get to his truck- only to be stopped by a hand on the back of her neck. Firm and controlling, he slowed her down to his pace. “I told you, I like t’open the door for you. So stop bein’ a brat because I didn’t let you pay and just say thank you.”

And, oh- fuck. Y/N could have whimpered from the way he talked to her, rounded eyes looking up at his with her lip poking out slightly. His eyes were a darker shade of green and his jaw set in a way she hadn’t seen before. Had she been moving her hips a little more to see what he’d do? Yeah, a little. But it had to be a culmination of the fact that she’d been working him up all day and purposely acted up to see his reaction.

“Sorry, daddy.” The apology held some sarcasm as they approached the truck. “Didn’t know I had to- oh!” Y/N choked out a gasp as she felt his hand release her neck, instead twirling her hair around his fist and stopping her straight. Her breathing hitched as she felt his lips come closer to her ear, the closeness of the man that had tormenting her poor body all day without even touching her cunt making her shiver.

“Don’t call me that unless you want to be bent over my fuckin’ lap. Lots of attitude today from you, baby.” Baby? Oh, shit. The threat, the heat of his words, the grip, all of it had her knees feeling weak. “You’ve been a goddamn tease all day and I’ve been playing nice, so unless you want t’see my already thin fucking patience snap, I suggest you behave for me. Yeah?” The girl took too long to answer, apparently, because he tugged on her hair again to make it sting a little bit. “Asked you a question.”

“Y-Yeah. I can.” Her voice weakened by the shock and pure arousal, she couldn’t form more than that as he unwound her hair from his fist, demeanor changing instantly with a soft kiss to her cheek.

“There we go. Amazing!” He lightened up, opening the car door for her. “Wanted to hear that story about your neighbor and their Chihuahua, so why don’t you tell me that on the way to my place?”

Y/N didn’t know how he switched to easily, how he wasn’t shaky and pressing her against the bench of his truck to show her exactly how impatient he could be, but she assumed he just had more control than she did. There was no more questioning in the grand investigation on if Harry was interested in her or not. It was safe to assume he was, and she was going to use every bit of that confidence to her advantage when they got back to his place.

She’d behave for now. Let him help her into the car and tell him the story of the yappy thing that liked to eat baby carrots from her hand, be a good girl until they got to his house and the door was closed behind them. After that, though? All bets were off.

——-

Harry’s house was a lot more rustic than hers was.

It resembled a log cabin which really did attest to his whole lumberjack appeal. Contractor, wore flannels and tee shirts, his hair was a bit unkempt sometimes and he had that facial hair he grew out and shaved whenever it felt right. The wraparound porch was something she was eternally jealous of, along with the huge stone fireplace and step down living room. He had impeccable hardwood floors and an open concept bottom floor, skylights in the den and a back deck with a view of the mountains that would make anyone jealous. His pool was built into the hillside, his deck housing a jacuzzi and lots of seating as it sprawled down the length of his house.

What was even better was knowing he’d put most of the grunt work into it. He bought the house and remodeled the whole thing, added onto it, renovated every nook and cranny while keeping the integrity of it. He worked with his hands and it was one of the sexiest things about him, she found, and that itself had her clenching her thighs as he opened the front door with her bags of books hanging off his arm.

They were not light but he carried them like it was a bag of feathers. Another thing that made her feel out of her mind with hormones.

Her brain hadn’t been able to stop repeating the way he had reacted to her playfully calling him daddy, how he had helped himself to her hair and took control of her. How he’d been sweet with her after, giving her cheek a chaste kiss before helping her into the car and listening intently to the story of the neighbor and her dog before letting the music turn up and them sit in their own silence.

She wondered if he had been thinking about it too.

Once the door was open she was happy to follow him inside, the smell of lemon hitting her in surprise. Usually it smelled like pine and something a little more musky. Like he could read her mind, he placed the bags on the foyer bench as he toed off his boots. “Had the housekeeper come by earlier today, it’s the cleaning stuff.”

“Housekeeper?” Y/N blinked a few times. “Since when?”

“Since 3 months ago. It’s twice a week, a woman comes by to clean the house for me. I do the normal upkeep but m’usually busy, y’know? Don’t have a lot of time to do the deep clean- and if I’m honest, I’ve got no desire to.” He laughed, hanging up the over shirt he brought in from the truck over the coatrack.

“Ah. I don’t blame you. That’s the only thing I find chenging about having my own place.”

She could technically afford a housekeeper but it wasn’t something she needed. “I kinda like doing deep cleans. I do them on Sundays and get everything ready the week. If I had your place I’d be excited for it. It’s so beautiful in here.” The compliment was an understatement. If she could have any place, it would be this one.

Sure the long driveway was probably a little scary at night and being in the woods would take a little more getting used to, but she’d seen the sunset from his deck. It was breathtaking.

“Well, you’re welcome to do that whenever you want.” He teased, taking the keys from his pocket and putting them on the hook. One of his toolboxes sat on the floor next to the shoe rack, slightly open. It was just so… Harry of him. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, I’m okay.” She shook her head, looking back up at him. His broad shoulders and his pretty eyes, arms crossed over his chest as he looked right back down at her. It was easy for the heat to come back between them as she took a step forward, reminding herself it was the time to be brave. Her second heartbeat between her thighs was nearly demanding it of her. “I wanted to ask… what was that all about? In the parking lot?”

Harry winced slightly, looking away from her as a blush covered his cheeks. Not the reaction she’d expected, but it was interesting nonetheless. “I… that was out of line of me. I shouldn’t have touched you like that. I’m really sorry, Flower. It was inappropriate and I don’t-“ his eyes went back up as her hands covered his forearms, lightly tugging to get his crossed arms to drop.

“Harry…” she sighed. “Why are you apologizing? Hm?” It was her turn to get into his personal space, stepping into his form and running her hands up his arms.

Those built, inked, perfect arms that reminded her just how strong they were all the fucking time. Her hands clasped together behind his neck, allowing herself to lean into his body as she swallowed her pride and gave herself permission to go for it. To just fucking do it. “I didn’t complain, did I? Didn’t tell you I was uncomfortable?”

“No…” he said slowly, hands frozen by his sides as he looked down at her like he was slightly confused. Almost like he didn’t believe it.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable. I looked like that because when you grabbed my hair and spoke to me like that… it let me know what kind of man you are.”

“And what kind of man do you think I am?” His voice dropped, eyes hooking on to hers as his hands slowly dropped to her hips. The grip was light, curious, but his palms were warm and large and fucking perfect on her body.

“I think you’re the type of man who can fuck me right. You’re so sweet all the time, H. So nice t’me, you make me feel safe and appreciated and beautiful… you always compliment me and refill my drinks. But I didn’t realize you don’t treat the other girls like me. You don’t grab them and put them in your lap. You don’t kiss their necks. You only do that to me.” It was a relief to know that much. “And I’ve been a little oblivious to the fact you’ve been trying to touch me differently, but I think that’s enough of that. You liked to hear about my books, paid for them, paid for my lunch… kinda acting like a sugar daddy today, hm?” Her hair fell over her shoulders as she arched her head back, the firm wall of a man keeping her up as she did so.

“I didn’t do it for you to touch me, Y/N- I promise.” He assured quickly, which was sweet. She already knew it though.

“I know you didn’t. You did it because you’re a provider. You help me in so many ways, you’re the best man I’ve ever met. You’d do it for me over and over again, even if I didn’t catch on because you’re just good. So fucking good to me, and today….” Biting down lightly on her lip, she let out a quiet groan. “Today you drove me crazy. Kept touching me lightly and didn’t press too much, gave me all the answers I wanted and were so respectful about my own. It just let me know that it wasn’t stupid of me to like you. You’re the type of man who can take care of me. Aren’t you?”

The question was answered with a low groan and his mouth falling on hers. Full and soft, he caught her lips with his own and exhaled against her as he hummed. Fucking finally. Pulling apart with a soft click, he let out a laugh of disbelief. He couldn’t believe he was kissing her, that she was saying all of this- and neither could she. “If you let me, I will. I’ll take care of every-fuckin-thing you could ever want, baby. You’ve been driving me crazy since we first met, and I was patient but… you’re right.” Another kiss melted her, the grip on her hips not so gentle anymore. “I am a provider. So let me provide you with the pleasure I know you need.”

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wintersera · 1 year ago

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study date? || futa!wonyoung x f!reader

notes: first time ever writing futa and i feel like a hentai loving freak for doing so- anyways “hermaphrodite” futanari especially refers to pornographic characters in erotic manga or anime, known as hentai. basically wy has a pussy and a dick 😭 also happy belated birthday @wonysugar this was for u

cw: futanari, sub!wonyoung, dom!reader, dacryphilia, strap on (i say cock as well), overstimulation if you squint, praise(?), 100% not proofread leave me alone 😭

wc: 5k

“you know you’re about to be kicked off campus if you don’t pass right?”

“what…”

your teacher had summoned you a mere 5 minutes ago to drop the most devastating news you had ever heard in your half assed school life. obviously you knew your grades weren’t the best- they were shit.

you had joined the university to get away from your annoying ass parents, and you were very VERY lucky to have been accepted into such a prestigious one, a university that would make your parents proud. only skimming the entry requirements by a passing grade.

anyways, you couldn’t have the risk of losing the good friends you had made, so you started thinking... if you were to study hard you could stay, maybe fuck around at parties and whatnot, but then again you and studying don’t go hand in hand, unfortunately. even if you tried to sit down in the lecture hall with a notebook and your laptop on the side you’d most likely forget the content in as soon as you step out.

groaning in frustration, you throw your hands up into the air dramatically “ughhhh… okay, i’ll make it up to you somehow. please don't kick me out just yet”

—

stumbling into your next class like the dramatic person you are, you mumble under your breath with a displeased look on your face obviously shown by furrowed brows and your persistent frown.

“fuck this class, this is so shitttt” uttering as you take your note book from out of your bag to scribble down some barely readable half assed notes, since your teacher was rambling about some topic you didn’t quite grasp.

it was extremely obvious that you had no clue on what was being taught. instead of embarrassing yourself in front of the whole entire class by extending your arm up in the air, it was only natural for you to ask the person next to you for help. the girl next to you was known as the most intelligent person in the class, maybe the most intelligent person on campus if you say so yourself.

“…hey” whispering while poking her shoulder “what exactly are we learning?” the girl carefully placed down her pen to turn her head in your direction, her hair doing that cliche slow motion sway as she adjusts her glasses, making sure that it was tucked behind her ears. it took her a while to speak up, maybe it was nerves. people often depicted you as an outgoing ‘popular’ person, but you didn’t believe that at all- i mean who uses school hierarchy at your big age. sure, you have a couple of close friends here and there and you easily become acquainted with people, yet that doesn’t really make you popular… you think. just a few drinks and you’re already chatting to everyone at the club.. you wouldn’t call that being popular, right? or maybe she was repulsed by you instead, you dont know why, but maybe she just didn’t fuck with your vibes- your personalities clashed severely, and although you weren’t a believer of those cliche stereotypes where the nerd is absolutely terrified of the avid partygoer- those cliches almost felt too real.

her eyes widened and it seemed like all the blood had rushed up to her cheeks as she stared at your face for a few seconds, completely forgetting what you had asked her before “uh.. um… what did you ask me again?” by her body language alone, you could sense that she was tensing up. okay maybe you were a little bit intimidating, who wouldn’t think you were by the way you waltzed into the lecture hall all dramatic like that.

“i’ve been behind on everything and i’m about to get kicked out so could you maybe help… please?”

“um- well, it’s kinda impossible to learn all the content in one sitting, since our professor kinda just talks for hours on end. so… uh if you’re okay with it, do you wanna do a little studying together?”

“yes?! oh my god perfect, you’re a lifesaver. just say where and i’ll be over” immediately accepting the offer just like that. you’d think that she would be more timid considering that she was literally paralysed when you poked her, but luckily enough, she had the balls to speak to you. god bless confident ass nerds.

being too enthusiastic about studying with her, she was a little bit caught off guard by the way you beamed “w-we could do it after class. i’m not busy and no ones gonna be in my dorm today apparently…” you thought about it. even though you were fine with studying at a local cafe, or the university library, a change of environment could possibly help you “that’s if you want to of course” fiddling with her pen as she softly added the last sentence.

“sure, why not. a change of environment wouldn’t hurt- and plus i might study better with someone as smart and cute as you”

“h-huh? what?”

you felt a little pang in your heart, her confused face made your pulse race a little too fast for your liking “ah… i didn’t mean that in a flirtatious way” sureeee “i meant it more like- you know what… i'm digging myself a hole. i meant you’re very very smart and i’d love for you to help me study” flashing her a quick smile.

“uh- um yeah.. ahaha. so my place is fine?”

“sure”

—

after another painful hour of sitting impatiently in your seat, class finally ended with you still not understanding a single thing that came out of your professor's mouth.

“i have no idea what she was yapping about”

“it’s because you sleep at the back sometimes. you better stop taking naps or else she’s gonna kick you out for real”

“…you pay attention to me sleeping in class?” interrogating her seemed fun. she was always so quick to answer your questions with a funny flustered response. something along the lines of stuttering profusely everytime you ask her a simple question. it was like you knew her for a while, being so comfortable in her presence that you can easily toss banter around.

“NO- i mean.. it’s because you sleep so soundly and so obviously, probably because you’re partying almost every night, r-right?”

“you’re so cute when you stutter- also yes i do go out a lot but not that much” teasing her a bit more as you walk out of the lecture hall “so where’s your dorm at pretty girl?”

“oh! uh.. it’s just a 10 minute walk away”

you called her a pretty girl? out of nowhere? it was involuntary but it came out smoothly and without you thinking, plus it really messed with her head. score. what you failed to realise is that she walked a little funny, shuffling as she walked beside you. the tent in her pants being so obviously apparent that she covered it up with her bag, that was thankfully big enough.

that 10 minute walk to hers felt oddly familiar, until you realised that you lived in the same accommodation. what a shocker.

what's even more funnier is that she lived one floor above you

“wonyoung”

“y-yes?” she jumped in place as she reached for her keys in her bag, the keys almost falling out of her hands.

“it’s kind of funny how i live right below you” giggling about how silly you thought it was “how come i’ve never seen you around?”

“hmmm… too busy studying i guess”

“ah, that would make sense. anyways why are you just standing at the door, are we gonna go in or nah”

you waited as she lowkey struggled to insert the key into the door. watching her closely as she curses under her breath, she must’ve thought that she looked like a complete and utter loser. she was right. she was a mess in front of you-

“take your time babe”

“s-stop don’t call me that. you’re gonna make me mess up again” panicking as she missed the key hole.

the door finally opened and you were in. her room was, well, basically the same size as yours of course, but it was definitely much more organised in contrast to your hell hole of a room “god damn, i’m glad you didn’t offer to go to mine”

as you sat down on her bed, you scanned across her walls and other stuff, taking note of what types of posters she had on her wall just in case you felt generous one day and decided to give her a gift. not like you had any money for that though. it wasn’t surprising when you glanced over her desk to see a couple of shoujo anime figures still fresh in the box “hah wow you really are nerdy”

“s-shut up and come sit here”

—

“alright so that’s how you finish off this part… are you okay… you look out of it” she questions you while you slide down her conveniently placed extra chair that was placed right next to her.

“that felt like a fuck ton of cars just crashed simultaneously into my brain. wonyoung i know you’re smart, but can you dumb down the explanations plea-” you pause as she got up from her seat- your jaw swung wide open in shock laying your eyes upon something you guess wasn’t meant to be seen.

“how about we take little break. let me get you some.. um y/n? helloooo- are you good? is your brain fried?”

yeah it was. your focus was shifted onto something else. no thoughts, no words just..

cock?

you responded to her question with a nod- yeah yeah your brain was definitely fried, you even questioned if it was because the studying REALLY did fuck your head up, but my god it was as clear as day. the print in her pants was certainly real, there was no way that it was fake. her bulge being so unrealistically big that it looked like her pants were restricting all the space in there- no room for her cock to breathe at all.

“i… i uh- i don’t wanna be a creep or anything but… wonyoung i think you might have an issue down there”

“down where?” HOW did she not realise that she had a massive hard on right in front of you.

luckily she was cute, and thankfully you had a huge thing for nerds like her. you take a deep breath- praying to the skies that she doesn’t find you weird for asking this specific question.

“need help?” you breathe shakily, the sight of her cock begging for it to be released from her tight pants made you almost drool. heat spread to your face while she looked at you confused for a second until it hit her.

“ah, you meant t-that? aha i don't know how it got there um uh.. it’s definitely not because- i mean it’s like… well it seems like i have a hard on ahaha” there was an awkward silence that washed over the both of you.

“i- sorry i didn't mean to get turned on by you” shyly admitting whilst attempting to cover her hard on with her note book.

“oh, so i turned you on?” a smirk slowly appearing on your flushed face, a teasing hand brushed her cock ever so slightly as you crossed your legs.

“fuck… y-yeah you did.. sorry” she began to lose her balance as you cupped your hand around her bulge.

“no need to apologise” once again, silent washes over you- collecting your thoughts on how to approach her again “…wonyoung”

“mhm?”

“take your pants off for me” you eyed her down like a predatory animal, crossing your arms as she slowly takes her pants, then her boxers off. her cock sprung out and hit her stomach with a thud. damn, she was hung-

telling a cute girl to strip in her own dorm room wasn’t really on your to do list today, or at all, but here you were. the cute girl in question having a massive cock and what seems to be the lack of balls.

wait pause? she doesn’t have any balls? interesting- now you’re equally intrigued and horny.

“sit down on the bed for me cutie” the sudden use of a pet name made her whine aloud. you guess she was weak towards those types of words- adorable. she sat down on her bed, legs shut from embarrassment “awww” you coo at her “how cute. come on, spread your legs for me baby”

“mmm.. wait wait you’re gonna be weirded out. i-i don’t think we shouldn’t do this”

“there’s nothing to be ashamed of. be proud of your dick wonyoung, people would die to have a cock this size” lifting yourself outta the chair to kneel in front of her “nowww, i did say i was gonna help- i promise i won’t be weirded out”

even though her dick was out, and you were so ready to suck it off. clearly nervous, you placed a reassuring hand on her thigh “it’s not like i’ve never seen a dick before- you’ll be fine with me, promise”

“it really isn’t about my dick. it’s more about the um… the… okay i don't have balls”

“huh?” you sat there perplexed- she has what? what do you mean she has no balls “n…none at all? well it’s not like i care anyway, dick is dick”

“okay so um- instead it’s just… actually just look for yourself” no words could explain how embarrassed wonyoung felt, her cheeks heated up- actually no, her whole entire face lit on fire. slowly spreading her legs apart, she revealed her sopping wet cunt.

yeah whatever, you weren’t opposed to the idea of nerd girl jang wonyoung having a massive fucking cock and a pretty tight pussy at the same time- more so, it turned you on severely knowing the nasty things you could do to her “you don’t need to worry about it baby, i’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget about being embarrassed” you say after licking a strip up from the base of her cock to the very tip

“ah.. mhm… your tongue- warm” hands extending to grab your head gently, her long fingers tangling themselves in your messily tied hair.

“first time?” looking up from in between her legs. surprisingly, she shook her head with the bite of her lip “not a virgin? okay so i can do this” swooping one strand of hair to the back of your ears, you make haste, your mouth opening wide as you let her cock slide into your mouth, and a little into your throat.

“hngh s..so deep, sorry i lied ah- i am a virgin” it makes you giddy on how she always gave such honest answers, not a single drop in this woman's body could lie. even through pleasure she was true, her hips jolting upwards and never shying whenever you did something she enjoyed. you played with her tip, attentively listening to her whines gradually increasing in volume. for funsies, you then ease one finger into her needy pussy, her head thrown back- rolling her hips shamelessly.

releasing her cock from your mouth and resting your face next to it “feeling good?” you ask, just to make sure she’s actually good. she doesn’t answer, well she does, but in a series of whimpers and squeals. her response confirmed it for you, she felt more than good.

your pulse quickened, her once tense body relaxed under your control. to be an extra tease, you flashed her a cheeky smile before you take her cock back in your mouth. she gasps again, you watching her face contort; brows furrowing, biting her lip, her eyes occasionally rolling back as you curl your fingers inside- stretching her pussy by adding a second finger just so you can see her mouth fall open.

wonyoung felt like she was crumbling over the edge with your fingers pumping in and out of her hole without any breaks, and your tongue working magic around her throbbing cock. soon enough her legs were wide open for you and in return you giggled a little. an unknown feeling building at the pit of her stomach freaked her out yet it was oddly welcomed. you knew by the way her thighs trembled that she was close to finishing.

she couldn’t help but call out your name. she really tried her best to take her cock out of mouth while she came, but you refused to move even an inch, letting her load paint your throat white as you gulp down every last drop of it. you still kept fingering her until she couldn’t take it anymore, wriggling herself out of your hold and flopping onto the bed “that… felt… too good. i-i think i need to.. catch my breath” she says while blankly staring at the ceiling.

even in a situation like this you found her endearing, unlike the many hookups you’ve had where you’d leave after a good fuck. she was different from rest; a hidden gem “sorry i got carried away, you’re too cute wonyoung” like that her dick sprung back up “really, just by me calling you cute your cock is back up?”

“it has a mind of its own, leave it be” you giggle at her silly antics. with zero hesitation, you pull off your flimsy shirt exposing your bare skin to the air. it’s a little cold

still on the bed lying down, her eyes closed, you straddle over her hips “can we do it again, i didn’t get off. or maybe no… you know i don’t mind, i just wanted to see you flustered, and of course feel good”

she sprang up- which, to be honest, caught you off guard. huffing into the crook of your neck, peppering ticklish kisses alongside. there was a minor look of desperation on her face that you weren’t familiar with when it came to her. you’d usually see her around campus all calm and collected, looking so poised and shit and yet here she was, crumbling over a simple comment you made about her and her dick.

she switched between light pecks to open mouthed kisses, definitely leaving obvious bruises all over “you’re.. so.. pretty… wanna-”

“yeah? you want that dont you baby. wanna fuck my pussy don’t you” poor girl was flustered at your words. her lips grazed your neck again and whimpered as she kissed your jaw.

“yes please” your stomach twisted. so so cute begging to fuck your pussy. you complied, quickly discarding your underwear and tossing it somewhere. a hand took her shoulder, stabling yourself as you gradually let yourself sink onto her cock.

“hnggh… fuck. wonyoung you’re so? haaa- you’re really big” you felt a little lightheaded after fitting the entire length of her inside. you weren’t expecting her to reach that deep into you, maybe to the point of you losing yourself all over her dick. it was insane to you how much you could take. really really insane how she was able to stretch your pussy out so much to the point of your eyes rolling back.

fuck, why was she that big? you started tearing up and she wasn’t even moving “won… wonyoung, please i need you to start doing something” i think you might’ve driven her past processing because tell me why she wasn’t listening at all. she could be pussy drunk for all you care, actually no she was one hundred percent drunk off of your pussy. you were wet beyond comprehension, and the feeling of your walls clenching down on her cock made her moan so loud. thank god her flatmates weren’t because if they were, they’d hear the most filthiest things through the thin ass walls.

you gave her some time to adjust herself accordingly, waiting… for… quite a long time. it really looked like she was basking in the heat of your cunt and you honestly you thought that was quite endearing, but fuck, you needed her to ram into you or at least move around. she still hasn't done that still… good lord she was gone. so taking the situation into your own hands, you lifted yourself off of her hips just a tiny bit and harshly slammed down, both of you moaning at the overwhelming feeling “ah- fuck? wait wait..” you couldn’t wait any longer, you needed to be fucked crazy.

“mhm, just- just stay still like that. let me do what i need to do” you bounced once more, watching as wonyoung threw her head backwards, her mouth agape and everything.

even though you were mid fuck, wonyoungs glasses were still on. she needed to take them off for some reason, but you didn’t let her “hey don’t- keep those glasses on, you look so… mgh.. you look so fucking good” saying all of that while you increasingly sped up. now your thighs began to ache, worth it though. with each time her cock pumped inside, the closer you felt towards coming.

shit, you felt it so much, it was much stronger than usual and you felt like you were about to explode.

“come- fuck. wonyoung baby, are you close too?”

she nodded weakly. she was about to come again after the last- and so quickly too. her head was spinning, her thighs clenched, snapping back up to wrap her arms around your torso to keep you still; and to keep you close “close.. gonna…”

“me too… me too. keep- oh my god” your movements became frantic. then, not so shortly after, wonyoung lets out a long lasting moan. a mind breaking orgasm hits her so hard, her mind blanking out yet again while her thick semen fills you up. you followed straight after, your hand gripping her shoulder tightly until your knuckles turned white. a harsh groan reverberating inside of wonyoungs head as you moan straight into her ear.

awkward and weird as it may sound, but you immediately thought about hmmm… strap. you really wanted to try it. the thought of her with her ass high up in the air, with you dicking her down and jacking her off seemed something almost so pornographic and unrealistic that it excited you beyond comprehension.

why not give her the chance to cum all over you, and then get severely embarrassed about it. something about her just made you want to tease her until she’s crying. well that did sound like an appealing thing to do.

wonyoung laid down again. out of breath “made me… come again… i’m so…”

“cute… haa.. you’re really cute” you were equally as spent as she was but you HAD to try pounding her pussy. sure, your legs weren’t able to support you standing back up, after all you did use them to fuck yourself on her, but you were UP “can i go back to my room real quick? i’ll be back, it’s a pleasant surprise, i promise”

“uh, sure?” she was confused as to why you grabbed your pants and her shirt that she took off to then sprint outside of her room. quite strange don't you think? well whatever.

you hurried to your door, searching for your keys in your back pocket “come on- come onnnn” your thighs were so sore but you had to get that damn pink strap out of your closet. it was a need to fuck her perfect pussy.

there it was in its glory, a small rectangular box that concealed your strap. alright, time to speed back up the stairs.

i guess she wasn’t even bothered to check who it was, but she immediately opened the door as soon as she heard you knock once “hey i’m back, i got you a present” you heaved as you legitimately ran up a flight of stairs not too long ago.

“a present for me?” i mean she was bewildered, you had a box in your arms. no decoration, just a plain ass box.

“yeah- fuck, let me catch my breath… okay yes i know it doesn’t look like all that, but look-“ you opened the box to reveal your unused strap on “can i use it on you?”

you cannot stress this enough, but wonyoung’s face was violently red again. given the fact that you had made her cum twice and she was still this flustered about it had you drooling at the thought of making her a mess all over again.

“y/n do you think that can fit… in me?”

“we can try. i know your pretty pussy can take me whole” and with that she was soaked again. she felt that and got hard once more.

“g-get inside, you’re in the doorway”

“oh shit yeah okay”

wonyoung fell on top of her bed, cushions and blankets were still messed up. you closed the door behind you and opened up the box, a whole eight inches just for wonyoungs pussy “it’s so cute how you’re still soaked, were you thinking about me while i was gone?”

“it was five minutes… yeah, i was thinking about you” hiding her face behind her hands.

“aww cute, lean on your hands and knees for me babe”

“o-okay” she responded obediently to your words. wonyoung got onto her hands and knees and waited patiently for your next order. her back looked way too pretty, so you got up onto the bed, planted a kiss on her lower back making her twitch in response and cooed

“aww still so sensitive?” she didn’t realise it before, but you were behind her with your strap already fitted on you. she unintentionally arched her back, feeling your presence already there “god, you’re so desperate for me aren’t you?”

“please… just- i’m ready. just hurry up and take me” you giggle as you acknowledged her insatiable craving for your cock.

“you’re dripping.. and you’re so hard, tell me how much you want it” telling her just to be a tease “beg for it”

“…please…” her voice low, almost a whisper.

“good girl” you slowly buried yourself inside her cunt, letting her familiarise herself with the new sensation. her hands gripped the sheets tightly, a fist full of cloth was keeping her from losing her control.

“oh my go- so… fuck” she cried out your name a couple of times before spilling out incoherent sentences. something like “good, so good” and a few more unintelligible words followed with high pitched moans.

a girl this cute and needy deserved more than just this. you slowly paced your thrusting, making sure that she felt comfortable, and by also not shoving the entire strap inside of her. all though you wanted to go rough and abuse her tight hole, that was for another day or maybe even in a couple of seconds actually.

“you good?”

“nnghh- s… so good” she couldn’t even form sentences. there was no need to even ask. her body alone showed how much she yearned for your touch.

oh so now you needed to fuck her till she’s dumb. what happened to that little smart brain of hers? so spent out on being fucked till she’s dry made her behave like she’s out of her mind. you started thrusting your strap in even deeper, hoping that she can take the full thing. she did. with how wet she was, it wasn’t surprising that it slid in so easily. a choked moan coming straight from her mouth as soon as you finished pushing it all in “you’re taking me in so well. i knew you could do it babe”

it was like you didn't think but you started to pump in and out of her faster and harder. each guttural moan that came out of that pretty mouth of hers, the faster you went. the more ruthless you got. oh how hard you were going, giving wonyoung no time to settle. the sounds her pussy made were nothing but filthy, the sweet sounds of her squelching pussy was like music to your ears. she loved every single thing you did to her body, although she couldn’t express it through her words.

you grabbed her hips, moving them and slamming them straight back into your cock just to make her scream out your name “you like that? want me to pound into your pretty pussy like that again?” there was a slightly mean tone to your voice.

“mhmmm… again- do it again” she begged and cried for more.

this time you pulled straight out, leaving her whining until you slammed right back into her again, but this time with a twist. you leaned over wonyoung a little, resting almost on top of her back. you slithered your hand across and grabbed her cock, teasing the tip a little before snapping your hips that made her ass push into you. she sharply inhaled as you played with her cock, moving from her sensitive tip to stroking her length gently while you ravaged her insides

“too- too much.. feels so.. haaa… mmmmm” two sensations blending into one could be described as too overwhelming and extremely overstimulating. being fucked dumb made her sob a little, feeling as if her insides were about to collapse, and feeling as if her dick was about to erupt.

shit, it felt way too good.

her entire body convulsed, her hands were balled into a fist, clutching onto the sheets desperately, she screamed profanities into her pillow. her orgasm hit her harder than it did the other two times. you could say it even made her almost pass out. poor girl was seeing stars as you kept stroking her cock to help her ride out her climax. you never knew she could scream that loud… or even cum this much. beds being completely drenched with both her juices and her cum. you’d have to help her clean up for sure…

“stop- stop.. oh god… mmm oh my god”

and maybe you could do this again. another study date.

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Locked In🍺 h.j

Warnings: Suggestive fluff, cussing duh, alcohol consumption, kissing and touching(tehe), claustrophobia maybe. Lightly edited

Synopsis: y/n is a student by day and flirty/sassy bartender by night. On a busy night, Han comes in and matches her freak. Han referred to as sexy man before y/n knows his name. They may or may not get stuck in the fridge.

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It's going to be a rough night tonight. Even though the dive bar you work at is on the smaller, more local side, you get pretty busy on Thursday nights. Busy enough that you typically have two bartenders, but tonight your literal other half and best friend, Janie, got a call about her boyfriend having a family issue in the middle of her restocking the cooler. You know she doesn’t want to leave you high and dry, but he needed her, and you aren’t soulless. You tell her to go to him; its already 1am, so you just have 3 more hours till close. It’s not like she hasn’t covered for you on many different occasions. She gives you a tight squeeze before grabbing her stuff and jogging out the door. While you’d like to sit and relish in the feeling of being the greatest friend of all time, you now have so much more shit to do.

You’re so busy trying to catch up on dishes, you can’t check who walks in when the bell that hangs on the door rings. You shout to the front, that you’ll be right there as you grab the rag that's hanging through one of the belt loops on your jeans.

As you speed walk to the front, you see the man that just came in is not a regular; you would remember if you had seen him before. He’s fucking stunning, and if you weren’t working, it would take some serious courage to go up and talk to him. Thankfully, you’ve been working on your bartender persona.

“Hey love, what can I get you?” you say to the patron as you lean over the bar to grab some empty bottles nearby.

“Oh hi baby. I uh…” he says as he squints at the torn and marked up beer and liquor list trying to read it under the dim neon lights.

“If you say “surprise me” it’ll be a bud light” you warn as you pour some pints for the couple at the other end of the bar. Sending you a playful glance over the paper, he slowly lowers it.

“Well what do you recommend?” He raises his voice just loud enough for you to hear him as you're running around doing little tasks but not loud enough to disrupt the others.

“I go for a paloma, personally. Its fresh, and bubbly, and not too sweet, but I'm warning you, the grapefruit soda we keep is pretty sour.”

“That sounds lovely” he gives you a soft smile kinda relieved he didn’t have to make a decision.

“I gotcha”

You pour some more shots for the group at the pool tables before mixing up the sexy man’s drink and pouring it into a sugar rimmed highball glass.

“For you, my dear” you say as you hand him the finished drink. He grabs it with both hands allowing his fingers to graze yours; his touch is warm and tender and dreamy, nothing like the usual snatching of other customers. Before you walk away, you pour him a little bowl of snack mix.

“Hey y/n! Why is he getting so much attention” a crotchety old man and regular of yours shouts to you as you make your way to the back.

“Come on. If you want snacks, use your words and ask next time, asshat” biting back, as you walk right past him.

You are shuffling around clearing off tables, tabbing people out, and wiping up spills. It takes a minute before you realize sexy man has not made much progress with his drink. Going back to him, you try to figure out the cause,

“How does it taste, babe?” striking up a conversation again. He gives only an innocent and sorry look in response, you can't stop the corner of your mouth from raising to a smirk.

“I swear to god, if you say its too sour”

“I'm sorry miss y/n” he says after sucking a breath through his teeth.

“You motherfucker” insulting him between laughs.

“I tried to warn you! I can add some simple syrup to it, but I think you’d rather have a beer, it’ll be on me”

Before sexy man can reject your offer, you reach into one of the beer ice chests, but are once again heckled by the wrinkly regular.

“Why does he get special treatment, huh? I’m supposed to be your favorite”

“I don't remember saying that” responding while opening the beer (idk but i feel like if han had to pick a beer found at your average US bar it would be modelo)

“You literally told me last week!” He’s probably right, you’ll say quite a lot to get a bigger tip.

“Well..” muttering as you wipe off the bottle. You lean to sexy man close enough so that when hold your hands up, it blocks both of your faces.

“What's your name, babe?” you whisper after you place the beer in front of him and he whispers his answer back to you.

“Han, is my favorite now. He's cuter, and nicer, and I bet he tips better too.” You and Han snicker together about it for a minute before you have to get back to running the damn bar.

You keep cleaning, and serving drinks, and running tabs; its nearing 2:30am before you can stop and talk to Han again.

“Han my sweet, you want some company?”

“That would be amazing, actually”

“So, what brings you here, at this hour I might add?”

“Honestly, jet lag. I just needed to get out of the hotel room, and I’ve been living the dream ever since. And you?” such a smooth talker, and he keeps eye contact with you the whole time. Not in an intimidating way but in the way where he is genuinely engrossed in your conversation, and it makes your heart pound.

“I’m a student so working nights works best with my schedule”

“Oh, an educated woman! Sexy”

“Yeah it would be, if I could get a good job with my four year degree, but alas, I make more as a bartender than I did as a lab tech. So, here I am, grad student by day, bartender by night.”

“Sexy and driven” He mumbles against the mouth of his bottle before he tips it back to finish it off. You and Han chat consistently while you take care of the handful of other patrons. You try to get him another beer, but he declines.

“You ready for the check, HANdsome? Sorry, that wasn’t good.” Its starting to get late in the night, and your charm is starting to wear off.

“No…uhh. What time do you get off?” Han seems to be infected by your shyness.

“Oh um. We close at 4, but i won’t leave until 5 or 5:30”

“Is it cool if I just wait till then? Maybe, I could take you to breakfast? I’m just not tired at all, and I…I’m really…”

“That would be amazing actually. I’d love to. Could I get you a soda at least?”

You and Han chat and get to know each other through the last call, and it's time to kick the last customers out. The grouchy regular is of course the last one out the door.

“Why does your new favorite get to stay?”

“Because I like him more than you. I already told you he's with me! If I hear one more word about this from you, I'll never serve you again. Now get the fuck out” you shout the last part locking the door being them.

Even though you try to get him to stop, Han helps you with your closing duties, but because you were short staffed tonight and were kind of neglecting some duties to talk to Han, it takes a while. It's a little after 5 by the time you guys are getting ready to walk out the back door. You pull on your coats and grab your purse, and just as you guys are about to open the door it hits you, you didn't restock, Janie was doing that before she had to leave.

“Fuck, will you help me restock the fridge, it’ll take like 8 minutes if we work together.”

“Lead the way”

Han is handing you bottles and crushing boxes as you organize the shelves. You two make a great team and finish the task in record time, but when Han turns to exit he just stands at the door darting his eyes all over looking for a knob.

“Here, let me”

You scooch around him, and reach up to the shelf where you keep the emergency “key” that opens the door from the inside, but it's not there. You feel around and nothing. You look around on all the surfaces, and it's nowhere to be seen. While walking past the fridge door, you see it out the corner of your eye, but to your dismay, you saw it out the window of the fridge door on the counter right outside. You slowly turn back to Han.

“Heeeeey. Bad news. We’re locked in”

“What?” Han's jaw might as well be on the floor.

“Yeah so there's the key” pointing out the window. Han indirectly squishes you against the door and places his cheek on yours in order to see what you see.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

“That's what I’m saying. We’ve got options, we left our phones by the door so we can’t call for help, but we could 1) cause hundreds of dollars in damage and break out and I probably lose my job or 2), which I am leaning towards, another bartender will be here at like 7 for opening stuff and we just chill here for an hour and a half”

“Well… I guess we have plenty to keep us busy” he says gesturing to the surrounding alcohol with a smirk.

“Alcohol actually speeds up the effects of hypothermia” his playful smile drops at your words

“I'm kidding! I mean not really; that is true, but we'll be fine! Here, have a drink” you open a beer and hand it to him.

Even though you and Han have already been talking for hours, the conversion is never ending. Topics flowing seamlessly into one after another and you guys snack on the drink accoutrements like cherries and such. You have your winter coats on, so the cold is bearable, but you’ve scooted inch by inch close between his legs but facing him with your legs bent over his. You take turns back and forth spraying the whipped cream you have for some of the more elaborate shots available into eachothers mouths. He fills your mouth a bit too much and when you try to close your lips, some spills out onto your chin. Han immediately apologizes and uses his thumb to wipe it off, but his hand lingers on your cheek, and his eyes bounce between your lips and eyes.

Not a second later your lips are smashed together and he is wrapping his arms around to clasp his hand behind your back and pull you into him. His lips are soft and plump and sweet from residual cream. The kisses are slow and passionate. There's tongue but not down your throat, just gentle gliding over lips and dipping in just slightly to get a taste. Things start to heat up when he withdraws slightly to lick over the area that he had wiped, instead of stopping there he licks along your jaw and pushes your hair back to kiss over and behind your ear. Once he pulls away with his head still tilted, you have the opportunity to access his neck leaving wet kisses down to where his shoulder and neck connect. He moans softly as his hands fall down to grip your ass hard. This kiss is truly more intoxicating than any drink, and you recognize that as his noises have a warmth building in your core. You’re loving every seconds, but this is risky enough, the last thing you need if for your coworker to find you fucking a stranger in the walk in. You start to slow down a little and Han immediately follows your lead. To be silly and try to help the sexual tension dissipate you feel Han reaching towards his head and then yours. He pulls your hoods up over your heads and is holding them shut to create a kiss cave forcing the passionate kiss to halt due to your grins and giggles.

Soon the bartender arrives and thankfully the staff is pretty close and all really cool so you don't have to explain much, at least not right now. You guys grab your things, and scamper outside.

“I guess we don’t need breakfast anymore” Han chuckles to himself.

“I could go for coffee”

“Coffee? I could go for a nap! Don’t you need sleep?”

“Sleep? Baby, I have class.” His eyes widen in shock as he reaches out his hand for your phone.

“You’re insane. I have to see you again, but only after you get some rest.”

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A.n- VERY lightly inspired by the anime How I Attended an All Guys Mixer (get into it). Thank you for reading

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admirationandromantics · 1 month ago

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Rivalry part 2

Maybe putting ideas in your heads? Anyways, this is part two of the rivalry thingy with Josh Washington. Too many people wanted this, and it was like half of the requests I had in my inbox, so please, enjoy. Btw! This is 18+ (as is my blog).

You can find part one here: Part 1 I Part 2

Word count: 4,2 k (Unedited)

He walks down to the others, and I smirk at the thought of his sisters berating him for yelling at me. Karma Josh… it’s sweet isn’t it? I walk over to the bathroom, cleaning myself up and splashing cold water in my face. I hate that he gets me all worked up. Even after we’re done, I still feel him on my skin. Scratching, ripping, stroking. Who knew anger and passion were such similar feelings.

A loud bang on the door wakes me up from my thoughts. I am quick to put on my shirt again and dry my face.

“Give me a minute!” I yell through the door, trying to be fast while not messing up my makeup. Though it might already be a bit smudged, I can blame it on other things.

“No, you let me in right now!” Emily shouts through the door. She sounds mad. That’s never good. I have to let her in. Worst case scenario, she throws me out a window and leaves me in the snow to die. The thought sends shivers down my spine, and I have to comply with her request.

I unlock it, but before I can twist the knob, the door flies open and she runs inside, slamming the door behind her. She doesn’t waste time, locking it and turning to me, holding her finger up to my face. I must’ve done something horrible for her to act like this. She slowly walks over to me and I carefully step back, awaiting the bomb to fall.

“You have something you need to tell me” she hisses, her finger only centimetres from my nose.

“I’m sorry Em, have I done something?” I whisper, fear coating my vocals. This cannot be good. I’m gonna die in this ridiculously expensive bathroom.

“Hell yeah you have done something, something extreme!” she shouts and I look around confused. What the hell did I do?

“Oh don’t give me that look” she sighs, a slight playfulness to it. It sounds scary. I open my mouth to say something but my words fail me. I don’t know what she’s talking about.

“Don’t you think I know that you’re fucking Josh” she states, and I can feel the blood leave my face. How? How did she know? We’ve been careful, going away and staying quiet (for the most part). And we hate each other, no less. There’s no point denying it. When Em knows something, you never try to gaslight her. It won’t work.

“How did you know?” I ask, actually curious. And a little embarrassed.

“Well it’s obvious” she starts, lowering her finger and sitting down on the chair beside the sink.

“What? So everybody knows?”

She laughs, shaking her head and leaning back.

“Everybody know there’s something, but they don’t know you’re fucking. Calm down girlie”

I exhale, feeling some of the tension in the room lift. At least not everybody knows, and that’s good.

“So how did you find out?”

“How do you think?”

I try to imagine a scenario that would make her, alone, find out, but I can’t. Luckily, she breaks the silence, tired of waiting on me to figure it out.

“Let’s just say… 4.0 Honour roll, I’m smart. You already know all this” she says, waving her hand dismissively.

“And don’t worry. I don’t plan on breaking the little freak show you two got going on. Might even be too freaky for me”

“Fine Em, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I mean, why would I want to, it’s Josh for goodness sake” I smile, thinking about the whole ordeal. If it weren’t for our differences…

“Look, I’m not gonna tell you what to do” she starts, and I sit down, listening to her. “But you guys got something going. If you can get each other riled up only through anger, that’s one thing”

I wait for her to continue, wondering if this has some other plot she’s hesitating to bring up.

“How about you two tried being nice to each other?”

I snort, laughing my ass off at the idea.

“Josh being nice? That’s not gonna happen”

“It might”

“And how am I going to do that? He nitpicks on everything I do, whether it’s cooking, gaming, drinking, breathing or whatever!”

Emily smiles at me, waiting for me to stop rambling. Her idea is not bad, and it would be great to hang with the group without being caught up in a fight or argument all the time.

“I’m just saying, you should try. Kill him with kindness” she whispers again, and I sigh loudly. He’s gonna taunt me, make a fool out of me.

“And that’s coming from you?”

“Need to see someone else do it before I consider it. And, it’s not the worst thing you’ve done”

“That’s right… I did Josh”

“And that’s an example of what you shouldn’t say”

“Fine, sorry” I hold my hands up in defeat, standing up and unlocking the door. She stands up as well, giving me a knowing look before walking out. I follow, getting down to the living room.

Everyone is still there, and the mood has lightened since last time, and I take a seat beside Jessica. They’re still playing with cards, drinking and talking. Sam, Ashley and Hannah are off in the corner, giggling about something, and Chris is shuffling cards for everyone at the table.

“Care to join?” he asks me, looking up expectantly.

“I’m in”

We play for a while, before Josh walks in with Beth. I don’t know what they’ve talked about. Maybe he’s gotten berated again. The thought makes me smile, but Emily nudges me, knowing what I’m thinking about. I look back down at my cards. This is a bad hand.

“I fold” I state, putting them down. There was no way I would win this round, so might as well not bet. Beth walks over to Sam and the others, while Josh moves over to us. He looks over the table, taking in everyone’s position in the game.

“No way you’ve won twice. Got more than two brain cells?” he taunts, and I have to fight myself from rolling my eyes. Jess sighs, knowing the storm that’s about to come, but I don’t let it. Instead, I put on a smile and glance up at him.

“I’ve actually won three rounds, Washington. You’re welcome to join us if you want”

The room suddenly falls silent, everyone looking in our direction. Ashley whispers something to Hannah, and both Mike and Matt are furrowing their brows in confusion. Emily is holding her hand over her mouth to stop her from laughing, but the most surreal reaction is from Josh himself. He can’t take his eyes off me, eyes narrowed and mind twisted in confusion. He’s probably wondering where my spirit went, where all the anger had gone.

To fuel the situation even more, I pat on the seat next to me, signalling for him to sit down.

“In or out?” I ask, giving him some doe eyes for extra effect. He still glares at me, not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely in a confused one. People return to their conversations, probably talking about what just happened. Our usual banter, all out of balance. He keeps looking at me, mouth slightly open. I give him a sugar-sweet forced smile before turning back to the cards, waiting for the next round.

The rest of the night goes as planned. Josh makes small comments here and there, but I skillfully avoid getting angry. It actually feels great being the bigger person, especially when his reactions are more visible than any other feelings he’s ever shown. I know he gets more and more aggravated, and I fuel it by just being nice. Maybe I should consider becoming a kind person?

At this point, half of the group have gone to bed, and I sit on the sofa, opposite of Josh, talking to Chris and Sam. I feel the exhaustion of the night come over me, but still feel restless and anxious. I need a cup of tea or something before going to bed. Or maybe a bath?

“Hey Sam?” I start, grabbing her attention.

“Hm?”

“You took a bath earlier today, right?”

“Yeah, it’s drained and cleaned now, don’t worry” she shrugs, waving her hand like it was obvious that she cleaned after herself. That’s not what I wanted an answer for though.

“So there’s hot water?” She laughs at my question, and only then do I realise how dumb it is.

“Yeah, yeah, loads”

“Then I’ll be on my way. Enjoy your night!” I walk up the stairs, lifting my hand in a backwards wave. The bathroom is dark, and just for comfort, I light a couple of candles while the water’s going. I washed my hair this morning, and would prefer it not to get wet again. I take a hair clip and fasten it. I don’t bother taking off my makeup yet. I’ll do it when I brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Right now, I’m gonna soak for at least an hour. I undress quickly, shivering from the cold air of the lodge. Luckily for me, the bath is warm and smells great. I get in, slowly getting used to the warmth. It’s almost burning my skin, perfect temperature.

As I lean back and breathe, my muscles finally relax. They’ve been tense all day, especially after my last intimate encounter with Josh. I look over my body in the see-through water. I haven’t noticed just how many marks he’s left. All over my legs, thighs, stomach, chest, arms… It’s unbelievable that no one noticed. Well, everyone except Emily. A couple of loud knocks interrupts my thoughts.

“It’s open, but I’m in the bath!” I yell. Everyone must’ve gone to bed by now, so it’s probably someone who wants to use the toilet.

“There’s another bathroom on the other opposite side of the hall!” I add, turning back to the water and closing my eyes. Please just go, I’m having the time of my life. The door opens, and I shift my head, glancing over at a certain brunette walking in and closing the door. My hands immediately move to my body, covering myself as best as I can. Right now I wish I had some bubbles and foam in here to help me.

“Relax, nothing I haven’t seen before” he smiles, locking the door behind him.

“This is different” I start, turning back around and sighing. I feel his body come up behind me, head resting on my shoulder and breath against my ear.

“Tell me that you want me to go, and I’ll go” he whispers. His voice sends shivers down my spine, my heat warming up as I think about his kisses. As a reply to my silence, he starts kissing my neck, leaving small bites everywhere, though not as hard and rough as usual.

“This is just…” I sigh and give small moans from his caresses, unable to control myself. “This is too intimate for us Washington”

“And what if I say that there’s much more intimate things we can do?” he teases, lips featherlike up to my earlobe, nibbling. I hear his belt fall to the ground, before he stands up and walks to the side of the bathtub.

The air is filled with something different. Maybe it’s the scented candles, fire, hot water, dim yellow lights… Something is not like usual. This is romantic, this feels more real. We haven’t built up the usual tension like we��ve done before. This encounter is purely because of lust and want, not a convenience or deal. He didn’t have to come here tonight, but he did, confident that I would let him.

He stands before me, naked and vulnerable. His tan skin and toned body are intensified by the candlelight, which highlights every curve of him. I take him in, feeling like I’m seeing him for the first time. Finally seeing him.

My breath quickens as he gets in the bath, leaning over and meeting my lips. It’s not hatred, it’s not a tension-reliever, but rather soft and caring. I lean into him, slowly making my way over, and sitting on his lap. The kiss deepens, tongues dancing in a waltz. His hands travel down from my waist to my high, slightly grabbing. He rubs soft circles, nothing like what he’s done before.

“Still hate me?” he asks, breathy and tired. He looks up at me, a pinch of hurt in his eyes. I don’t know what to say. Of course I do, but not right now. My arms are twisted around him, fingers gracing the curve of every muscle on his shoulders and back.

“I-I never hated you” I manage to whisper back. “Like you said, it’s all part of that horrid game”

“Is this part of it?” he asks, more determination in his voice. I wish I had an answer for this, I truly do, but what is it? Yes, this only happened because I conducted an experiment, and my hypothesis was wrong? Turns out you want to fuck me either way, though more in a gentle manner?

“Josh, listen. I got it in my head that we would stop fighting if I just took the high road. It would be more comfortable for everyone. But you’re still here. You came here tonight and I don’t know why”

He doesn’t answer, only looking at me in shock. Did I say something wrong again? His mouth is slightly ajar, lips parted and red from our previous session. God how I want to kiss him.

“Did I say something wrong?”

“You said my name”

My chest tightens in realisation. I did. I did say his name. But he acts like the world has ended because of it. I need some kind of answer, some acknowledgement that he got everything I said after it too.

“Say it again” he pleads, pulling me closer and leaving small kisses all over my collar.

“Josh, we need to talk about this…” I sigh out, feeling his dick grow in response.

“Please” he begs, and I let out a small moan as he nibbles at the skin of my chest. “Say my name and I’ll do anything for you, tell you everything you wish for”

“Fuck, I-” I begin, feeling myself heat up from his words.

His hand moves to my folds, sliding over them up to my clit. I give a small moan in response, grabbing his shoulder harder for support.

“Please” he pleads again, pathetic and breathless. As his fingers start rubbing, I moan out his name, and his breathing suddenly quickens. His other hand moves up my body, past its usual place on my throat and to the back of my head, tangling in my hair. He pulls my face back on him, capturing my lips in a needy and lustful grace.

I break away from him, still waiting for his response to my previous comment. He gives a small whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Why did you come here tonight?”

His brows furrow a little, but only for a moment. Then, he starts laughing. A genuine one which leaves me in confusion. Why is this funny? Unless…

If Emily knew, some others might too. Jess is definitely good at picking up these sorts of clues. Did they talk to him, getting me in this position just to humiliate me? Was this all a prank? I ask him a genuine question, and he breaks out, unable to answer.

I stand up, getting out of the tub. I was not gonna be the sore loser of another prank. A wave of realisation goes through Josh as he understands what I’m doing. He stops laughing, immediately shifting to face me.

“Where are you going?”

“Out” I state, irritated and vulnerable. This was not okay, playing with my feelings.

“What happened, why are you being like this?” he asks, confused. His tone hurts me a little, though not as much as the thought of being part of this little scheme.

“I’m not gonna be the laughing stock of this little thing. I don’t know if you’ve talked with Emily or Jess or someone else, but this…” I point to and fro the both of us. “This is over, whatever it was. No sex, no feeling, no nothing. I’m done”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Fuck this and fuck you Washington!” I yell at him, as I grab my clothes and walk out. I feel tears at the corners of my eyes, begging to be released to my cheeks, free to roam my face. I did the right thing. We can’t keep going like this forever. It’s a hassle for us, and it’s a bother to others. The relationship had gotten too intimate for me, for our situation. I felt a certain way, and not getting a response from him deeply hurt me.

“Wait!” I hear from the bathroom, and I walk over to my room, locking the door and laying down in my bed. A knock is heard on my door, but I don’t answer.

“Please, sorry about the reaction, I’ll tell you everything, just open”

I give in, pulling the towel closer to my body and unlocking it. I open it slightly, not too wide. He doesn’t force himself in, just stands there waiting. I’m the first to talk.

“You know, Washington, it’s late, we’ve both got caught up in the moment and we said some things and stuff. We’re both tired, a little tipsy, probably dehydrated…”

“I love you” he interrupts. I roll my eyes, done with his bullshit.

“No you don’t, you can drop the act. I just can’t take all this back and forth anymore, it’s too much, please understand”

“You’re such an idiot”

I look at him dumbfounded. What the fuck?

“Excuse m-” before I can finish, he pulls the door open, walking inside and closing it behind him. His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his embrace. The sudden action leaves me breathless and wondrous. He’s half naked, wearing only a towel as well.

“You are the one who wanted all that, and now you don’t” he starts explaining, and I keep quiet. “I know you adore me, from what I understood in there, you feel the same way”

“Washi-”

“Stop, don’t finish that word. I would never pull a stunt like this for a prank, especially considering how hurt Hannah got last year because of it”

I look down his back, hands urging to touch him, to feel him on me.

“Then what was so funny?”

He takes a deep breath, pulling away, smiling.

“The fact that you can’t solve a simple equation”

“Which is?”

“That I love you, and I know you do too. That’s why I came tonight”

I’m stunned, mesmerized by his words, enchanted with his presence. His lips meet mine once again, and I let him devour me. I melt into his touch, sparks igniting on our skin. The cold air hits our warm bodies, shivers bolting throughout. He deepens the kiss, inviting his tongue and moving us to the bed.

Instead of shoving me down alone, his body follows, laying on top of me and pressing me into the soft sheets. One of my hands tangles in his hair, grabbing it roughly to get him closer. The other goes to undo his towel, letting it fall and throwing it on the ground. He does the same, unwrapping me in a painfully slow manner. He takes in the view, me laid underneath him, completely at his mercy without disobeying or complaining.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers, head moving to my neck, leaving kisses and vibrations against my skin. I give a moan in response as his hands find their way to my breasts, grabbing harshly. He’s never complimented me like this before. It’s real, genuine.

His dick slides up and down my folds, coating itself in my wetness. I want him, the whole of him. I start trying to grind closer to him, but he gets further and further away instead. He kisses down my stomach, head making its way down to my heat. He pulls my thighs over his shoulders before taking one of my hands in his. I can only see the top of his head as he leans down, followed by a long lick over my folds. I moan, legs shaking as he finds my clit, sucking and licking small circles. Uncontrollable sounds leave my mouth as he keeps going, his other hand taking advantage of my dripping heat, inserting two fingers.

“Fuck, Josh!” I whine, feeling the edge come closer. The knot in my stomach tightens, tension building up as I try to get over it.

“Yes, please, keep saying my name like that” he whispers against my pussy, voice making vibrations against my clit. His encouraging words get me over, and I cry out as I finish all over his lips and fingers. I squeeze his hand as my legs keep shaking around his head. He doesn’t stop though, letting me ride out my orgasm on his fingers, eyes completely mesmerized by the vision in front of him. He continues his attack, tongue finding its way back to my spot and leaving small movement. I cry out in pleasure as I come again, embarrassingly fast. I look down at him. And he’s shocked by his own skills of effectiveness.

“Well, I did know you were into me. Surprised by how much” he purrs, leaning back up to my face, capturing my lips. I taste myself on his mouth, lips drenched in my juices.

His dick keeps running up and down my folds, and I shiver from stimulation.

“I need you” I whisper to him, and he obliges. He’s harder than he’s ever been before, being teased and excited for way too long. He slowly lets himself into me, pushing carefully till he’s all the way in. I whine, killing a moan that almost escaped my lips. He looks down, facing me with concerned eyes.

“Are you good?” I nod in reply, smiling at him and pulling him in for another kiss as he starts moving. He fills me up perfectly, reaching all the sides and spots, rubbing my walls with a passion unlike ever before. He grunts and moans, whines leaving his mouth as he moves. He’s been holding out since the card game, no wonder he’s desperate.

I swallow his moans with my mouth, and he returns my favour. His hand grabs my thigh, lifting it higher to grant him better access. The action makes him go deeper, making me gasp in surprise at his length. My core builds up, and I clench around him as I come all over his dick. He keeps pumping, sloppy sounds and moans erupting throughout the room. He’s close, I can feel it. The overstimulation is overwhelming, and I plead with him.

“Josh, please”

The mention of his name from my moaning mouth sends him over the edge, and he pulls out, coating me in the white liquid. It spills all over my throbbing and stingy heat, hurt from the overstimulation, and all over my stomach. Instead of leaving, like he always does, he leans down beside me, kissing my cheek.

“I love you all covered up in me”

“So much for a bath” I smile, turning my head and kissing his lips. “I’ll take endless baths with you” he smiles back, getting up and leaving the room.

I’m hit with a sudden wave of sadness. I know he’s coming back, but the idea that he might not weighs down on me. My chest is still heaving, pulse slowly regulating itself. Just now, I realise how exhausted I am. Drinking since early hours, multiple sexual encounters, a bath, and now being the middle of the night. I try to get up, but my body won’t listen, simply too tired to move.

The door opening again wakes me from my sleepy trance, and Josh walks in, cloth in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He sets it down on the nightstand before laying down beside me and cleaning me up. He’s never shown this much care before, and his sweet actions make my cheeks flush. He finishes quickly, taking hold of my body and dragging me up to the right side of the bed. After that, he holds the glass of water out to me, and I take it, drinking every last drop before placing it on the table again.

He creeps under the blankets, throwing them over me as well and pulling my body into his. His head rests in the crook of my neck, and I cuddle into him in response. What are we gonna do tomorrow? How will this end?

“Guess we’re not having hate-sex anymore” he says, kissing my neck.

“As long as you don’t say anything stupid” I answer, voice barely over a whisper. I’m on the brink of passing out, but before I can, I feel his stupid, perfect smirk against my jaw.

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jadedxhearts · 11 months ago

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𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐞

You and Law use his devil fruit abilities, but for all the wrong reasons... Plus part two: You decide to get back at Law for teasing you, with a certain request...

Note: This was my most popular fic back on my main account, "Body Swap", now being reposted here for my Most Popular Fics Event, under a new name! Please keep in mind these were some of the earliest smut fics I ever wrote (Almost 2 years ago), so it isn't representative of my current writing abilities. Regardless, I'm glad to see that so many people enjoyed reading them.

Warnings: smut, fem reader, use of Law's heart-swapping ability.

Typically, once you got a good idea, it wouldn’t leave your mind.

Except that you didn’t know if this was exactly a good idea.

You tried ignoring it as much as possible. But how could you?! It was becoming too much for you to handle.

Sitting in the kitchen, you were eating your dinner with a few other crew mates. The others had been trying to talk to you, but you didn’t listen. It wasn’t that you were ignoring them, no. You just had too much on your mind.

“I think (Name)’s sick,” Bepo said, poking at your arm, but you kept staring ahead, at nothing. “She’s unresponsive…”

“But definitely conscious. That’s odd,” Ikkaku noted.

“Maybe we should take her to captain,” Penguin suggested. “He’d know what to do!”

“About what?” Law asked, entering the kitchen.

“Oh! Captain, thank goodness, (Name)’s acting weird. We think she may be sick!”

You let out a small gasp, face turning red at Law’s voice

“Is she choking?!” Shachi yelled.

Law took a look at you. The answer was clearly no. You almost seemed embarrassed. But about what?

“(Name)-ya.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you turned to look at your boyfriend. “Law…”

“Come on, let me have a look at you,” he motioned for you to get up and follow him.

You followed Law through the halls of the submarine, all the way down to his bedroom. He sat you down on the bed before closing the door, and crossing his arms.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Umm… nothing,” you lied.

“Nothing?”

The two of you stared at each other, Law waiting for you to break.

“Ok! Fine. I just… had something on my mind and was very distracted.”

Law raised an eyebrow, not looking very amused. “Distracted?”

“Yeah… um. Got a lot on my mind, y’know…”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind. What could possibly be so distracting that you weren’t even acknowledging everyone around you… ah. But then I walked in.”

Your face went red again.

“You were thinking about me.” He said. “How am I that distracting?”

“Oh, well. Um… I just… had an idea,” you mumbled, looking down.

Law moved closer to you, standing inches away from you now. “An idea?”

You were too embarrassed. It was stupid and he’d never agree to it. But quietly, as though you were genuinely afraid of saying it, you told him your idea.

Then Law’s face turned a little red.

“See, it’s a horrible idea. But I can’t stop thinking about it,” you whined. “Sorry…”

“No. It’s not horrible, just… a bit out there.”

Was he seriously about to agree?!

“We can try it,” he told you. “Since you can’t stop thinking about it. Lay down.”

You laid back against the soft pillows, crossing your hands and waiting for him to make the next move.

Law slid his shirt off, and grabbed kikoku from where it leaned against his desk, walking back over to you.

“Undress at least a little, to make it easier,” he said, standing beside you now.

You slid your shorts off and removed the top you had on off, leaving you in just your rather cute set of undergarments.

Law moved to get on top of you, sitting on his knees, around your legs.

“…you sure about this?” He hesitated.

“We’re already here, aren’t we?” You asked.

Deciding to just get it over with and wanting this over as soon as possible, Law created a room.

He slid the katana out of its case, and closed his eyes.

“Just do it! Before I freak out and back out!” You yelled.

“Ugh. Shambles,” he said as he did a thrusting motion toward your body, then back at himself.

You felt oddly dizzy, and suddenly…

You were now in Law’s spot, holding the katana exactly how he had been seconds ago. Except that you were still underneath him…. But it was just your body.

Now you were panicking. This was a bad idea, why did you even think of it in the first place?!

Looking down, you saw that you were Law… and he was you. Your eyes widened, and you opened your mouth as if you were about to scream. But before you could get more than a “Ah!” out, your (Law’s?) hand was covering your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with, I don’t like looking at myself like this…” he said.

Sliding kikoku back into its case and setting it aside, you slid a hand onto your chest, not being used to how… er, flat… it was. “Woah,” you muttered.

“Stop that! It’s weird!” Law snapped.

“No, this is so weird! I’m so used to.. uh… having boobs.”

Law then rolled his eyes, but… he didn’t want to admit that he was also curious. He looked down at your chest.

“Try it,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your body’s chest. “This is crazy.”

Law wanted to yell at you for forcing him to grab your boobs, but… it was rather fascinating.

“I get to live like that, all day every day,” you said. “Wait…”

Then you slapped his hands out of the way and grabbed your own boobs, squeezing. “This is awesome,” you giggled.

“Quit making it weird!” He yelled.

“Okay, okay. Sorry,” you said, removing your hands. “So…”

“Did you forget how to take off your clothes?” He asked, watching you just sit there.

“N-no! I’ve just never done it from this point of view before!”

You carefully took off Law’s signature jeans. Then, you looked down at yourself. Feeling unsure, you pulled off your panties.

Then you screamed, fully this time, seeing your own pussy. “What the hell! It looks like that?!” You cried.

“(Name)! Stop that shit, you’re making this way less sexy than you made it sound!”

Curiously, you reached out and poked at your clit, and Law hissed, eyes widening. Then you slid a finger down the slit, feeling how wet it was. “Aw, you’re wet for me,” you giggled.

You inserted a tattooed finger into your cunt, feeling the ridges along the walls of your hole. Law let out a small moan, face red in embarrassment.

Adding another finger, you fully began fingering your cunt. Law’s hands flew up to grab at your wrist, stopping you. He was breathing heavily and your body’s legs were twitching.

“Stop. It’s too much,” he panted.

“Oh, is it?” You asked. “It’s too much for you but I take it for hours and hours, begging for more every time. You’re such a baby, Law.”

You pulled your hand away, and then pulled his cock out. You stared at it in awe, feeling like your mind was gonna explode.

“This is so weird!” You exclaimed. “This is how it feels to have a boner?!”

“(Name)-ya, just get on with it already,” Law sighed.

“Fine, fine,” you said. Awkwardly trying to line his cock up with your cunt. You teased him by rubbing against it but not sliding in.

“Sure you’ll be able to handle it?” You asked. “You couldn’t even take fifteen seconds of me fingering you.”

“I don’t care anymore,” Law huffed.

“Alright. But don’t act all mad when you can’t do it.”

When the last word left your mouth, you slid his cock into your throbbing cunt, and grabbed onto your hips.

You moaned a little, loving how you squeezed his cock.

Law tried covering his face and biting onto one of your hands to stop himself from moaning.

You tried thrusting, unsure of how exactly you were supposed to do so… since you’d always been on the receiving end. And it wasn’t like you were always watching Law’s hips and studying how it was done.

As you got the hang of it, Law could no longer hide his moans. You could feel your cunt throbbing more, your legs wrapping around his and squeezing you. You tried going faster, and moaned at the sensation.

“Mmm, moan louder, Law. I wanna hear you cry like a little whore,” you said, leaning down to suck on your own breast.

Taking the nipple in your mouth and harshly sucking, Law let out the most lewd moan you’d ever heard from him. You stumbled in your movements, hips twitching at the sound. “Law, I’m close…”

“You better not- ugh- get yourself pregnant,” he muttered in between moans.

“Mmm, but that would be so hot, you getting to feel the way I do when you stuff me with cum. Oh!” you gripped harder at your hips and shoved his cock deep into your cunt, unloading into yourself with a loud moan.

Law yelped, squeezing his eyes shut as he too came, but through your body. You collapsed onto him, still buried inside your cunt.

“How’d it feel?” You asked, a smirk on your face.

“Now I almost feel sorry for you,” he panted. “You take way more than that when I fuck you…”

“Hmm, well, how about next time I make you suck your own cock?” You suggested with a giggle.

“There will not be a next time,” he huffed.

“Aww, but this was so fun,” you whined. “In fact, I wanna stay here… you feel so nice and warm around my cock.”

“Your cock?” He glared at you. He wasn’t actually angry but it was incredibly embarrassing to let you take control like this, and now you were getting cocky.

“Sorry,” you said. “But now I see why you never let me go after one round.”

“Okay, whatever. Change us back. Now.”

Sighing defeatedly, you sat back up and slid his cock away from your cunt, watching his seed spill out. His cock twitched again.

“Umm… how do I do that?” You asked.

Law rolled his eyes. “You should know, you watched me do it.”

“But I’ve still never done it myself!”

“You take the katana and say ‘room’, then thrust it at our bodies and say ‘shambles’,” he instructed.

“Okay��” you took the katana into your hand and did as he said.

And suddenly… now you were underneath him, back in your own body.

“That was easy,” you giggled, trying to get up so you could put your clothes back on.

But Law pushed you back down. “You think I’m letting you get away with that, you little demon?”

Boy, were you in for a punishment…

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When the idea returned to you, it came at a rather convenient time.

You’d thought about it since that evening, sure. But you were unsure if Law would ever agree to doing it again, so eventually… it slipped your mind.

But then now, you simply couldn’t get it off your mind.

You’d been laying in bed with Law, both of you unable to sleep that particular night. He’d been reading a book, an arm wrapped around you, holding you close to his bare tattooed chest.

He’d been teasing you all day, and now all evening. Throwing you suggestive smirks or subtly winking at you throughout the day, lingering touches, and at one point he’d even smacked your ass as you headed out of a room. Now, his hand that was around you was pinching at your nipple through your tight tank top, and every time you’d whimper he’d let out a faint chuckle, making you even more frustrated.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you slipped a hand down to your panties, sliding it under and began slowly stroking your folds with one finger, trying to get yourself wet enough to finger yourself.

You thought about that evening. The way Law moaned like a little slut, whining about how it was too much for him to handle when you’d barely touched him (you?).

You moved your finger up just a little to your clit, and began rubbing at the bud of nerves. You let out a soft whine, rolling over just a little, still in Law’s hold.

Surely he’d noticed. He was in no way oblivious to anything. You looked back at him, seeing his cocky smirk on his face. He glanced at you, making eye contact for just a second, before looking back to his book.

Feeling wet enough, you slid two fingers inside yourself, letting out the most lewd, cute moan you possibly could, trying to get Law’s attention.

But he didn’t move.

So you kept your fingers moving, sliding them inside yourself and rubbing your fingertips along your tight walls. Law pinched your nipple again, this time much harder than he was before. You let out another whimper, frustrated that that was all he would do to you, when you wanted so much more.

“Law, please,” you whined.

“What, (Name)-ya?” He was pretending to not notice.

“Law, I need you.”

“For what?” He taunted.

“To satisfy me! You wouldn’t make your girlfriend do it all herself, would you? Leave me all helpless and fingering myself, when I really want you.”

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” he replied.

“Ugh! Law, come on! You’ve been teasing me all day,” you yelled, sliding your fingers out of yourself and moving to sit up, facing him.

“Do something about it, then,” he told you, looking back to his book.

“Fine,” you muttered. Without hesitating, you moved your hand that you’d just been pleasuring yourself with up to his mouth, forcing your still wet fingers inside.

His eyes went wide and he tried cursing at you, but it all sounded muffled due to your fingers. When he shut up and began licking your fingers, sliding his tongue around and down them, lapping up your juices, you nearly came right then and there, letting out a moan at the sight and feeling.

You pulled away after a moment, and when you did you replaced your hand with your lips, kissing him and tasting yourself mixed with his spit.

“That was so hot, Law,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Really?” He set his book aside and put a hand against your head, deepening the kiss.

“Mhm.”

Your legs were trembling as you kneeled on top of him, the dirty sounds of your mouths going straight to your cunt and making you feel like you could cum without any physical touch to it.

You pulled away, grabbing his shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Law, I know you’ll probably punish me again, but I want to try swapping bodies again.”

“Shit, (Name). Don’t you know how…” he trailed off, looking away from you.

“Embarrassing that was? For you? I do, and I would kill to see that again. When I was fingering myself, that was all I could think about, your little whimpers and moans-“

“Alright, stop. I’ll do it,” he said to shut you up.

You let out a delighted hum, removing yourself from his lap and happily getting up to grab kikoku. When you returned to him, you basically shoved the katana into his hand and eagerly waited for him to switch you two.

“Room.”

Your smile grew bigger, unable to contain your excitement.

“Shambles.”

And in a blink, you were now where Law had been laying, holding the katana in your right hand.

Law was on his (or your? You still didn’t know exactly how to refer to this). knees, just as you had been seconds before.

You put kikoku away, and didn’t hesitate for a second to rip the sweatpants Law had on off.

“Remember what I said last time?” You asked him.

He clearly looked unnerved at seeing your voice come from his mouth, but he nodded slowly.

“Tell me,” you said.

Law let out a sigh, looking down. “You said… you wanted me to suck my own cock.”

You giggled, moving to hold his face between your hands, gently squishing your face’s cheeks together. “That’s right, my little whore.”

You placed a kiss on your own lips, and then laid back, taking his cock in your hand and stroking yourself.

“Now come do it,” you told him.

Law slowly moved to get between his own legs, and you could tell he felt absolutely humiliated right now.

“(Name)… I don’t know how to do this.”

“Never sucked dick before?” You teased. “Maybe my body will just naturally know how, I do it for you all the time, after all.”

But he didn’t look reassured.

“Just take a little at a time and breathe through your nose,” you said, patting him on the head.

Hesitantly, Law poked his tongue out and took a small lick at himself.

“Don’t know why I thought there’d be much of a taste…” he mumbled.

“Well you lick my skin, don’t you? It should be like that.”

“I suppose so.” With that he took just the smallest bit of the top into his mouth. He gently sucked, and you let out a loud moan.

“Jeez, (Name). I barely did anything.”

“I know… but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Oh, so now you’re the one who can’t handle it?” He mocked you, grinning. “Then I’ll make you cry like a little bitch.”

Now, he took as much in as he possibly could (for someone who’d never done this before), and licked and sucked with no remorse.

You cried out, twisting his hands into your hair and trying to shove him on deeper without hurting him.

“Law, Law! Feels so good,” you whined.

Feeling confident at his regain of control, Law took his own cock all the way, deepthroating himself at this point. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to mimic your movements from the many times when he’d watched you do this.

“Law, I’m gonna-“

He pulled away without warning, and you groaned in frustration.

“What? Too scared to taste your own cum?!” You asked, slightly upset.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he said. “It’s not happening.”

“Ugh, I hate you,” you fell back into the pillows, crossing your arms.

Law simply chuckled, and you could feel him moving. But you were still mad, so you didn’t look down at him.

Suddenly, you felt his cock wrapped in something warm… but this wasn’t like when you’d fucked yourself…

Curious, you sat up again and looked down to see what he was doing.

You were surprised to find your own breasts wrapped around his cock, Law trying to move your upper body up and down along his shaft.

“Fuck- Law.”

With each movement up, you felt him just barely take the tip into his mouth, licking at it.

It wasn’t long before you felt like cumming again. His hands resumed their positions within your own hair, and you cried as his body shook, cumming all over your chest, and a little bit onto your face.

Law pulled away, staring down at himself and seeing the cum covering him.

“Now you know how that feels,” you muttered, trying to catch your breath.

Law was curious, and through half-lidded eyes, you watched him take a finger up to your breasts and swipe some of his seed away. He lifted it just in front of your face, staring at it. He wanted a taste, that dirty bastard.

“No, let me do it!” You protested, smacking his hand away and wiping his cum onto your fingers. You desperately wanted to feel him suck on your fingers again.

Instead of forcing yourself in this time, you held a tattooed hand up in front of him, waiting for him to take the fingers into his mouth when he was ready.

It took him a moment, but Law eventually tasted himself, taking a small lick off your finger at first.

“Hmm.”

“Doesn’t it taste good? It’s ‘cause you’re a nice clean man, you know.” You giggled.

Law shot you a confused look, and you giggled some more.

“Want more?”

He hesitated, but ended up taking his fingers into your mouth once again, and you moaned as the feeling you loved so much returned to you. Even though this time it looked like yourself doing it, it was just so hot to watch Law suck on your fingers.

By the time he was done, his cock was hardened again and you were ready to go for another round.

“Should I eat myself out, finger you, or just fuck you right now?” You asked, a menacing grin on your face.

“You deserve to be forced down between your own legs and eat yourself out like a dirty slut,” he responded. “But-“

“You wouldn’t be able to handle that, would you, Law?”

“Shut up.” He muttered.

“Well, okay. How about I just get you all wet, and fuck you? Does that sound ok?”

“Fine.”

So, you slid your panties off your body, leaving him fully nude within your body. Normally, you’d never be turned on to the sight of seeing yourself like this, but knowing that it was really Law in there, you felt very good about it.

You took Law’s left hand and rubbed your clit for a couple minutes, knowing it was the fastest way to get yourself wet. But Law was not used to such a feeling, and he began whining and moaning as soon as you touched it.

“(Name)-ya, please…”

You wanted to moan yourself, loving the way he moaned your name. It was so pathetic and cute.

“(Name)!”

“Okay,” you said, pulling his hand away. “It’s too much for you, I understand. But now…”

You pushed him down onto his back, and pulled your own legs over his shoulders. You felt even more turned on, knowing he was going to feel the sting in your legs as you bent and pushed them while you fucked him.

You took his cock into your hand, and lined it up with your soaked cunt.

“If it’s too much, squeeze my thigh, okay?”

“Whatever,” he grumbled. He clearly hated the position he was in.

And then, you slid into yourself, welcoming the feeling of your walls squeezing down and throbbing on his cock. It was a feeling you’d never get tired of.

You let Law get adjusted for a moment, and then began slamming in and out, the position he was in allowing you to go even deeper than you had last time.

“Mmm, so tight, Law. You’re such a good little slut,” you whimpered.

He moaned and cried, grabbing onto his own arms, unable to get a grip on himself. It was so pleasing to watch, the way his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth wide open as he moaned your name over and over again.

“Fuck, Law, I’m gonna cum again!” You cried.

“(Name)-ya, please… shit.”

You thrusted as deep as you possibly could, feeling your cunt clamp down on his cock and squeezing you so perfectly.

“Fuck, Law!”

Your hips trembled as you came, deep inside of yourself. You kept thrusting, fucking his cum all the way into yourself.

“(Name)-ya, I-“

You felt as your walls squeezed even harder, and Law came around his own cock. As you slowed your thrusts, you could see the mixed cum around his cock, and you couldn’t help but cum just a little bit more, within your own cunt again.

You pulled out, falling back onto the pillows.

“Switch us, now,” Law demanded.

As soon as you regained your breath, you grabbed the katana and did exactly as you had last time.

And then you were now laying on your back, feeling filled up and sensitive. You’d fucked yourself pretty good.

While you were laying back, you had your eyes closed. You had to regain your breath again, being in a different, more fucked-out body.

You hadn’t noticed when Law’s head was pushed down between your legs, his tongue sliding within your folds.

You screamed at the contact, jumping a little and squashing his head with your thighs.

After a moment, Law began smacking your thigh, demanding for you to let go of his head.

When you did, you saw that he was licking up the mixed cum, and then he was crawling on top of you, pushing your mouth open and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

He was feeding you his own cum.

You swallowed it all, sucking it off his tongue and licking within his mouth along his teeth and lips, making sure there wasn’t a drop left.

“Law, that’s so fucking disgusting. Do it again,” you told him.

“No, I figured I’d leave some in there. Maybe this time you’ll get yourself pregnant, hm?”

Your cunt throbbed again. “Fuck, Law! Don’t say shit like that, you asshole!”

He chuckled and put his pants back on, going back to laying in bed with his book.

“You’re not gonna help me?” You whined.

“Fine, if you insist, (name)-ya.”

He took a cloth and wiped up whatever cum had spilled out of your cunt, along with the older cum on your chest and slid your panties back onto you, before handing your tank top back over.

“Better?” Law asked.

“Mhm. Now cuddle me,” you requested.

Law lifted his arm up, and you laid down, head on his chest. His arm fell down around you, and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

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ASHI - BIRTHDAY JACKET VIGNETTE 🌺

(PART 1 - 2.7)

ASHI: Hmhm~ A bday Interview, huh? It looked super funsies when everyone else did it, so I’m hyped!

ASHI: I’m guessing since we’re in the Pomedorms… A Pom? But who, exactly…

ASHI: (Ahaha, as nice as Rook and Vil are, I might end up feeling the pressure a little. It’d be an honor, obvs, but #stressful…!)

ASHI: (O Magical Birthday Dice, please have mercy…!)

???: Oi, Ashi!

EPEL: Happy Birthday! You weren’t expecting me, were you?

ASHI: Waugh?! Eppy! Hahaha, what a pleasant surprise!

ASHI: I’m so stoked you’re my interviewer! Who knew I’d get so lucky?

EPEL: No need to flatter me, you know. Thank you for having me.

ASHI: Pssh, why’re you acting so uptight, Eppy? It’s just me! I like your lingo and stuff.

EPEL: I’d love to, but… We’re still in the Pomefiore dorms, you know. I never know if Vil is lurking around or not…

ASHI: Ahh, fair point. Bummer. Maybe next time!

EPEL: Ehe, maybe. Anyway, here’s my birthday present to you. I hope you enjoy.

ASHI: Only one way to find out!

ASHI: Whoa… This is so cute?! And so fluffy…! I needed something to keep me warm at Ramshackle!

ASHI: There’s even little fox ears on it! And it’s my favorite color! Eppy…!

EPEL: I told my Granny about your birthday coming up, and since she enjoyed your company so much during Harveston…

EPEL: She asked for some things that you like and stirred this up. If anything, you should be giving the thanks to her.

ASHI: I thank the entire Felmier fam! It’s so cute, I’m gonna cry…! I’m about to wear this right now!

EPEL: You’re a summer baby, Ashi! Watch out for the heat…

EPEL: And I still have a new stock of apple cider coming in too, from my family’s farm. Your presents don’t just end there, heh.

ASHI: More?! I still haven’t finished the last one you gave me…

ASHI: No sweat! We’ll just plan another hangout at Ramshackle and chug ‘em all down together~.

EPEL: Unless Ace gets jealous and barges in again. That darn simp can’t get enough of ya.

ASHI: Hehe. Maybe I should make a no-Ace sign for next time, to put on Ramshackle’s dorm. Thoughts?

EPEL: I’ll help ya make it!

EPEL: O-Oh right, the interview. Maybe it was a little bit of a mistake pairing us up together, we keep on chatting…

ASHI: Nono! This is a Eppy W, DW!

EPEL: If you say so. First question…

EPEL: If you could take any person with you to a deserted island, who would it be? I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t take one of the ghosts or Grim, but it can’t be someone from your dorm.

ASHI: Grimmy’s great! But for survival… Ehh…

ASHI: NGL, a deserted island sounds kinda scaries, as much as I love the beach. Like yeah, I’d love to hang, but survival? Hecks naw!

EPEL: Sounds about right. You’re really like a princess.

ASHI: Mhm! If I really wanted to, I could probably get to the basics by myself if I tried. But do I wanna? No.

ASHI: It’d probably be a good idea to get paired with someone who knows what they’re doing, y’know? At the very least, I can depend on them!

EPEL: So someone who can take care of you? Leona, maybe? Since he already babies you… Alternatively, I don’t really think Ace would be the best choice, no offense.

ASHI: None taken. He deserves it. But nope! This is a fun scenario, right? I might as well go out with a bang, or someone I can have fun with.

ASHI: So, I say Floyd!

EPEL: Floyd?!

ASHI: Aye aye, cap’n! You get it, don’tcha? He’s so tall and could get all the coconuts! I think we’d have a lot of fun, too.

EPEL: I know you work at Monstro Lounge, but aren’t you scared of him still? He’s a little unpredictable, so he clashes with you.

ASHI: Well, that’s what makes him fun, right? I guess it’s all depending on his mood…

ASHI: One time we accidentally totally crashed Monstro Lounge ‘cause he freaked me out, hehe. It’s a little scary when you’re doing a closing shift and all you hear is a tiny “shriiiimpy~” in the distance.

ASHI: My fear of the dark TOTALLY kicked in then. I never screamed so loud in my entire life!

EPEL: I can imagine… Sharp teeth, glowy eyes and all.

ASHI: I tried getting back at him once too, when I blended some shiitake mushrooms into his milkshake.

ASHI: …I don’t think I’ve ever even ran that fast before, TBH.

EPEL: Ashi, this isn’t really helping your case, if I’m being honest… You’re making it sound like he’d eat you by the time someone saved you two.

ASHI: W-Well! On the other hand, he’s got that eel form that we can rely on too! If we get bored, we can just zoom on out and crash Azul’s place or something, y’know?

EPEL: I guess I see your point. Being a merman must means he could help a lot on an island…

ASHI: Yup, yup! Anyway, I think we’re good enough buds where I’m 97% sure he wouldn’t eat me!~

EPEL: Heh, classic Ashi. I guess in a way you really did think it through, even if it sounded odd at first.

ASHI: Of coursies! ♪

EPEL: Okay, about time for our next question.

EPEL: If you were to transfer to a different dorm, which would you pick?

ASHI: Oh, a good one! I think I’ve kinda cheated with my Ramshackle prefect rights, hehe. I’m a little bit of a dorm-hopper.

ASHI: But a permanently different dorm…~ I think about it sometimes.

EPEL: Really? Which dorms?

EPEL: I think I could see you fitting in Heartslabyul, since you’re pretty good at sticking to the rules. Riddle likes you a lot too, more than he likes Ace, at least.

ASHI: Oho? Tell me more, Eppy!

EPEL: Um… I think Scarabia could fit you too. You and Kalim are sort of one and the same, don’t you see it?

ASHI: I see whatchu mean!

EPEL: Yeah. I couldn’t ever see you in anything like Savanaclaw, Ignihyde, or Diasomnia, though.

EPEL: You don’t really have an athletic, competitive, or magic drive… Ignihyde is a whole can of worms.

EPEL: I don’t think you could stand a day in that dorm, with the dark, creepy skeletons everywhere.

ASHI: Waugh… Don’t remind me, Eppy!

EPEL: Not to mention, the housewarden. As soon as you see him in person, I think the Headmaster would have to get called over for medical issues—

ASHI: Hey hey! No need to out me like that…!

EPEL: Heh, sorry Ashi. Was I right, at least?

ASHI: Hmm… yeah! Not right on the nose, though.

ASHI: I think that if I were to be in a dorm… I’d pick Pomefiore.

EPEL: I didn’t really consider it, but I could see it now that you say it. The uniform would fit you, I think.

ASHI: Yeah! And we’d get to be twinsies!

ASHI: Ashi-Eppy, the Birthday swapped duo! 5/6 and 6/5! ☆

EPEL: Heheh. You’d definitely be a shine of sunlight in here. It would be fun to hang out with you at Pomefiore.

EPEL: But you don’t use makeup, don’t you? That’d be a sure-fire way to stand out.

ASHI: Yeah, that’s be the only downside…

ASHI: And the food, right?! It looks so… appetizer-core. Defo not up my alley, I couldn’t imagine…

ASHI: But Vil and Rook are cool! At least at Pomefiore, I know there’s people that can help accommodate me and make sure I’m happy and healthy!

ASHI: Maybe instead of a potato, I can became a French fry… Sounds kinda banger, don’t you think?

EPEL: You make a funny argument.

ASHI: Life at Ramshackle can get kinda stressful, you know! I love the ghosts and all, but it’s scary sometimes…

ASHI: Grimmy thinks it’s funny to prank me, and he’ll just graze over my legs as I’m sleeping, and it’s so freaky!

ASHI: Dunno, man… It’d be nice to see him get some karma and have to keep it all up-tight at Pomefiore.

ASHI: But I guess at the end of the day, the thing that I’m missing at my dorm is the constant hustle and bustle.

EPEL: People would kill for that, you know.

ASHI: Also true~.

ASHI: Well, there’s no silence you can’t fix with a simple hangout! I can always count on you to make Ramshackle a little more lively, right Eppy?

EPEL: That’s right! The Ashi— Eh… Eppy duo can reign at Ramshackle!

ASHI: Darn right, hahaha!

ASHI: D’aww, is it already the end of the interview…?

EPEL: Yep. It’s ‘round time for yer good-luck gift!

ASHI: Wow, hometown-Eppy makes a comeback?! That doesn’t sound good for me at all—!

EPEL: Trust me, yer gonna wanna brace yerself. ‘Cause I ain’t goin’ easy on ya, even if you are a girl!

ASHI: Oh boy… Guess I shouldn’t hold back either, huh?

ASHI: …Pfft! KK, bring it on!~

EPEL: Prepare yerself!

EPEL: Happy Birthday, Ashi!

CARD: UNLOCKED!

GROOVY: UNLOCKED!

#twstshi #ashi’s birthday campaign! 🌺#epel felmier #twst epel #twst #twst yuu #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland oc

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witchygagirlwrites · 12 days ago

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Hands Off

Adam Ruzek x Reader

@desimarie12 asked for some Ruz being jealous over his girl

The relationship between you and Adam had kind of slapped him in the face. He’d never seen it coming. One minute you were his pain in the ass partner, the neck he was in love with. You were everything, a freaking hurricane of a woman. A whirlwind in his life that he never would’ve actively sought out yet fate must have known he needed.

He didn’t know how he got so lucky to have you. He ate a lot of teasing from the unit that involved everything from “Don’t screw this one up” to “Isn’t she too good for you?” He took it because he knew it was in good nature and maybe a part of him took some of it to heart because why was a woman like you with a screw up like him that couldn’t keep a relationship to save his life. It was just a matter of time before you realized it and he’d be stuck having to go back to just being your partner.

That insecure streak inturn made his jealous streak worse. The worry that if another man flirted with you maybe you’d find someone better suited for you. He didn’t want to be a possessive ass, he knew you had a bad history with that so he tried his best to keep it in check but pretty much any man besides Jay or Kevin would make that jealousy peek up.

He was in his own thoughts and didn’t hear you call his name until you flopped down on his desk “Ruzek!” he blinked and cut his eyes up at you with a smirk “Yes ma’am” you nodded towards Voight’s office “We gotta go check in with your C.I.” he nodded because at least one of you was paying attention to your sergeant.

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You cut your eyes at Adam as he rolled to a stop at a red light. “Are you sure you’re good baby? You seemed a little out of it and you didn’t sleep too well last night?” he glanced your way and smirked “Well someone being in my bed has a habit of keeping me up” you rolled your eyes but he saw the smile that pulled at your lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

He winked at you “You must like something about me” you shook your head as the light turned green and his attention turned back to the road, your reply of “It’s your perky little ass” made him crack up laughing, his mood lightening instantly. That was something you had a habit of doing, not just for him but for everyone in the unit, you could clock what someone needed from a mile away. Hell you could handle Voight’s mood swings and that was saying something.

Adam didn’t realize how bad that streak was getting to him until you worked a case that overlapped with the local fed office. A street fair had gotten bombed so it was a joint task effort. The working plan was every team from intelligence would be paired with an agent. You and him pulled Joel Markson.

Joel was his height, Kevin’s build and couldn’t take his eyes off of you from the moment their team had been introduced to the unit. You’d taken the backseat, citing you were shorter than both him and Joel so it was only fair. The problem with that was he was driving so Joel kept turning in the seat to talk to you.

His eyes would flicker up to the rearview mirror and every time it was like you could feel him and your eyes would meet his, a smile pulling onto your lips before you would return back to whatever you were talking to Joel about. Maybe he was just being jealous for no reason. You were his after all, right?

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You were sitting on top of Jay’s desk, listening to the special agent in charge and Voight as they did a final run down of the raid all of you were about to go on. You could feel eyes on you and looked up to see both Adam and Joel were staring at you. Joel was starting to get on your nerves. You were trying to remain professional but he was overly flirty and couldn’t take a hint you weren’t interested and you damn sure didn’t want Adam getting the vibes that he was hitting on you. Hence why you’d asked Hailey if she’d switch partners for the raid. She worked well with Adam and would watch his back. You worked well with Jay and she’d even played it off like she asked for the trade.

Once they were through talking Voight looked around at all of you, your team “Make it home” you cut your eyes back at Jay “Ready to rock Halstead?” he grinned “You know it” the agent with him was Leslie Moranz. She was a little over six foot and built like a literal amazon.

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Adam watched Jay adjust your vest as Hailey helped him with his. “She’ll be ok. Jay has her back” he nodded “I know” Joel cut his eyes at them “What’s wrong Ruzek? Worried about your pretty little partner? She looks more than capable”

Adam felt anger flame to life in his chest and Hailey’s hands in his vest was all that stopped him. “Not the time” she spoke low. He nodded, glaring at Joel.

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The raid went just as planned and all you made it out with no casualties. That was the best you could ever ask for. You were helping Jay and Kim put away Intelligences gear when you heard someone walk up behind you. You expected it to be Adam but when you turned around it was Joel.

You cut your eyes at Jay who nodded that he’d be right there. Joel smiled at you “Now that this case is over, can I take you out sometime?”

Adam had been headed down to find you about that time and managed to walk in on the end of Joel asking you out. He froze looking from you to Joel “Did you just ask her out?” Joel nodded “Yeah, what’s it to you?”

Jay moved to grab Adam but Adam shrugged him off “Naw man, this asshole has been making eyes at my girl for two fucking days!” he turned to face Joel “You saw her picture on my phone. You saw her kiss me when we got in yesterday. What is your problem?”

Joel shrugged “Maybe she needs a real man” the moment the words left his mouth Adam punched him square in the jaw. He stumbled backwards as Adam shook his right hand out. “You son of a bitch, look at her again and I’ll kill you”

Joel shook his head “You assaulted a federal agent” Kim spoke up “He protected his girlfriend and partner from sexual harassment Jay and I both will testify to that”

None of you had realized there was an audience to the entire altercation. Voight and the special agent in charge who was an old buddy of Voights. Voight shook his head at Joel “Get the hell out of my precinct” The special agent stopped him with a hand on his shoulder “And you’re suspended until further notice”

Joel hightailed it out of there and Voight told everyone to go home. You stood there across from Adam after everyone left. His eyes were on the ground, like he didn’t want to meet yours. “Adam?” he slowly lifted his gaze “Baby, I’m sorry..” you cut him off by launching yourself into his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips “That was so damn sexy Adam!”

He laughed then returned the kiss before pulling back “Oh yeah?” you nodded “It really was. He’d made me uncomfortable to the point I asked Hailey to go with you two on the raid in hopes that you wouldn’t get distracted. I couldn’t imagine the man I love getting hurt because of me” you hadn’t realized what you said until his eyes widened “The man you love?”

You covered your face with your hands “Did I say that outloud?” he gently pulled your hands away from your face, a gentle smile gracing his “Yeah, you did. Now’s the time you give me the opportunity to tell you I love you back” “You do?” you asked, a smile slipping onto your face and he nodded “Yeah, I do”

"Why haven't you told me?" You asked and he ducked his head "I know I don't got the best record with relationships.." you cut him off with a kiss before saying "I don't care about your past Adam. I just want your future"

#adam ruzek x you #adam ruzek x reader #adam ruzek fanfic #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd fic #chicago pd fanfic

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brooooswriting · 1 year ago

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Request:

Vada Cavell x fem!reader - reader went to Vada's bedroom and didnt notice her on her bed (cuz Vada is rly small puppy 🥺 and under big blanket). Because of this, the reader tried to call Vada for the rest of the day to find her, in the end Vada woke up and turned on the phone (before that it was dead battery) and saw that she had a lot of messages and calls, etc. The rest is up to your author's imagination :))

Where were you?!

Vada Cavell x reader

“Vada, come on. This isn’t funny anymore. Answer your damn phone” you grumbled into the microphone of your phone. The call went to mailbox again.

Yesterday evening Vada told you that she would be picking you up at around 11 a.m at your house as you guys wanted to spend the day together. But since yesterday at around 1 a.m where she had told you that she was going to sleep now, no message was able to send. You waited for her for two hours, you called her several times but no answer. Vada was a bit chaotic and very random, that was something everyone knew so you weren’t surprised when she wasn’t at your door at 11 but by the time you decided to stop calling it was 1 p.m. you were getting restless, scared what the reason of her ghosting you might be. So after another half an hour you decided to go to the cavells house.

You walked thru every room, calling Vada nonstop and calling out loudly but with no luck. You didn’t get an answer. You walked through the garden too, but she was nowhere to be found. Where could she be on a Thursday at 3 p.m without telling you?

By now you had even called her family but they also didn’t know where she was. “Sometimes she visits the old lady next door, she turned her phone off when she’s there” Amelia told you, hoping that you’d find her sister there. You didn’t know that if you found Vada there, if you’d find it cute that she was spending time with the old lady or if you were gonna be mad that she forgot about you because of her neighbor. But due to the fact that she’s been nowhere to find for over 4 hours you decided that you’d be happy that she’s fine.

“Hello, I’m sorry to bother you. I just wanted to ask if Vada is here” you asked the nice old lady as she opened the door. You gave her a bright smile, your eyes twinkling with hope.

“I’m sorry hun, she’s not here” she told you which caused your smile to falter and the hope in your eyes to die. A small sigh escaped your lips while the woman in front of you gave you a small comforting smile. “I’m very sorry” she added hoping to make you feel better but it was no use. After she also denied having seen Vada today you made your way back to the house deciding to call other people.

When you had gotten off the phone with some of vadas friends, her private tutoring, Mia and Nick. Mia was at dance practice and promised to help you search for her as soon as she was done. Nick immediately came over, speed walking through to house but he also couldn’t find her.

“Let’s drive around the neighborhood for a bit? Maybe we’ll find her there” he suggested, unsure of where his best friend might be. “Well find her somewhere” he tried to comfort you, you were clearly freaking out. Who wouldn’t be? She disappeared before your date and now she’s gone and not answering her texts.

“What if this is her way of breaking up with me?” You suddenly asked as you sat in the car, just starring ahead. Your eyes never left the road, while nick quickly looked over to you before focusing back on driving. He was confused, scared that you weren’t telling the whole truth.

“Why? Did you guys have a fight? Y/n I swear to god if-“ he started to ramble but you interrupted him.

“No, we were fine but still. It’s suspicious don’t you think? Just suddenly disappearing, not answering her phone?” Nick had to admit it was weird. Sure Vada was a bit unreliable but never when it came to you. She loved you so this was completely new.

“I don’t think she’d do that” he only mumbled, unsure of what to say.

After another moment of silence your phone rang. ‘Vads🩵’ showing an your screen. She was finally calling. You hurriedly picked up the phone. “Vada? Hello, are you alright?!” You quickly asked as Nick pulled over so he could focus on the dialogue.

The first thing she did was yawn into the phone, “‘m alright. Why?” She asked. You and Nick started at each other in disbelief.

“You haven’t answered your phone since 1 a.m. you were supposed to pick me up at 11 a.m and now it’s 4:30 p.m. where have you been?!” You asked clearly annoyed and anxious, desperately waiting for her answer.

“Oh, I’m at home. I overslept I guess. Forgot to load my phone too” she said nonchalantly, adding a small yawn and a groan signaling that she just stretched. You were squeezing your phone so hard that your knuckles turned white, Nick doing the same thing with the steering wheel as he turned the car around. “So, we still going out?” She asked in a calm tone which made you even more mad.

You only said small bye before hanging up not answering her question. “I can’t believe this girl” you grumbled to the man next to you who called out an amen. “Gosh, I have some people to call before I can talk to her. Her family, her grandparents, Quinton and Mia” you said as you starred at your phone with a frown.

“It’s alright. You go talk to her and kick her ass while I tell everybody that she’s fine alright” he said, resting his hand on your shoulder in an comfortingly manner. You quickly thanked him before exiting the car and running into vadas house.

“Vada” you screamed again, just like hours before but this time you actually got an answer. She exited her bedroom in an oversized hoodie, your hoodie to be exact, and some basketball shorts, her hair was a mess and her face was still sleepy.

“Jeez why are you screaming like that?” She asked as she came to halt in front of you, her hand coming up to her head. Her tone quickly changed when she saw your face, it was a clear mix between anger and something like sadness. You looked like you were about to cry.

“Where the fuck were you? I’ve been searching for you, calling you and your friends, I drive around the city. You were just gone! I thought something had happened to you or you had ghosted me or some shit. And all of that because you were what? Sleeping?!” You screamed at her, pacing around the living room. Vadas shoulders sagged, she did in fact feel bad about what happened.

“Look, im sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, I’ve just been so tired that I forgot to load my phone and then my alarm didn’t go off because my phones dead” she said and walked up to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders to pull you into her chest. She couldn’t hide the smile that formed on her face as she felt you relax as soon as she hugged you.

“I hate you” you grumbled into her chest before pressing a kiss to the skin there. You had been so scared for her.

“I love you too” Vada grinned and kissed your forehead. There was a moment of silence before your stomach grumbled loudly making both of you laugh.

“This is your fault. You promised to take me out for lunch, I haven’t eaten anything today” you complained, pouting like a child. Vada smiled down at you and kissed you quickly before reaching behind you to grab her car keys.

“Then let’s go, can’t have you starving can we?” She smiled and pulled you with her.

“If you do something like this again I will break up with you and make sure that you’ll never be happy again?” You threatened her seriously making her chuckle nervously.

“Okay, Let’s get you something to eat before you kill me alright?”

That night you decided to sleep over at Vadas. The moment you left the bathroom you realized that Vada was gone again causing you to groan. “Vada?” You called out to hear her grumble under two blankets and like a thousand pillows, you could barely make out her body. “Is this where you’ve been the whole day?” You asked her.

“Yeah, it’s really comfy” she mumbled with her head pressed into the mattress. You grinned before jumping on her body, or the place you guessed her body was, which made her groan out. “That’s what you get for leaving me hanging because of sleep” you smiled as you rolled off of her.

A date with Vada was never boring

#reader insert #brooooswriting #jenna ortega x reader #vada x reader #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell #vada cavell x you

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angelwhisp3rs · 11 months ago

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༺♥༻ royals

Pairing: re4r!leon x fem!reader

Summary: A regency era tale of two enemies lovers brought by a legend of the royal bluebell flower.

Tags: fluff; smut; p in v; fingering; leon is an asshole but just a bit.

This is the third part of my valentines advent! Check it out for the next couple of days for more stories!

Notes: I ALMOST DIED BUT IM FINE, feeling fresh after sh**ting and v**iting for two days!!! ALSO THIS WAS BASED ON A C.AI BOT AND I LOVE HIM

Those balls were all too pretentious, way too classy, and filled with people who pretended to like one another but, in reality, they were just hateful. It didn’t help that the event was being held in her enemy's territory: the Kennedy family.

The family was very prestigious and quite well known all around the realm, but they had a long-lasting feud with Ihelia, her family's kingdom - something about riches and lands centuries ago, but no one is quite sure. For now, they still didn’t see eye to eye for another reason: they were just way too snobbish.

God, especially the oldest, Leon. In a rare occurrence, the man was blonde with blue eyes - while some had one characteristic, this little asshole had both. To make matters worse, he was built like a freaking hero, his sparring abilities being renowned in all the kingdom. So yeah, the man was way too handsome and way too competent. To say he was egotistical was an understatement.

Her parents always told her she had to fulfill her duties as a princess to be wed, attending parties and mingling with the royals. Oh gods, how much did she hate it.

She was almost beginning to give up on keeping appearances as a nice old lady, the former queen of the Luterra kingdom - the one ruled by the Kennedys now. She was always known for her kindness, also being the one responsible for the truce period of Luterra and Ihelia. Doing a proper courtesy, she smiled at the queen mother.

“Your majesty. It's a pleasure to attend such a beautiful event” Oh, how fake she was

“Oh honey, no need to keep up appearances. I always thought my son was way too obnoxious with his parties” she laughed, offering a welcoming pat on her shoulders.

The princess smiled relieved, looking at the former queen with the utmost respect. Gosh, what a wise woman. “I thought the lions were quite artistic. '' The princess jokes, as the queen mother laughs in agreement.

“So, you entered the age of finding suitors. Someone charmed you yet?”

“Not yet, your majesty. My father is busy telling me I should focus on the strategic side of relationships, while my mother just wants me to focus on a wealthy man”

“Oh dear, what about love?”

“Don’t think it is in the cards for me” the princess smiled apologetically.

“Of course it is. It's for everyone! Have you ever heard of the tale of the royal bluebell flower?”

The princess shook her head, curious about the queen's words.

“It’s a known tale in Luterra. Once in a lifetime, if destiny smiles upon you, you will be able to find a royal bluebell flower in the castle. Once you find it, the flower will guide you to your one true love if you still haven’t found it.”

“That sounds magical, your highness. Maybe I should roam around the gardens then” she joked.

For some reason, the queen gave the girl a knowing smile. The woman was wise beyond her years after all. “Don’t worry. Luterra lands are quite magical. They will lead you anywhere you are”

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Roaming the party his dad threw, Leon almost seethed as he watched his beloved grandmother talk to one of the lowlifes in Ihelia. He never understood her high morals of talking to the people who tried to steal their money and land. They weren’t to be trusted - they tried to steal once, which could guarantee they wouldn’t do it again.

He approached them, gearing himself with a knowing smirk, looking dashing in his red and gold ornamental suit.

“Didn’t know our parties could be accessed by anyone. I think I’ll talk to dad to reinforce security next time”

The princess rolled her eyes, while the queen just snickered. She quickly excused herself, giving Leon a warning look to “behave”. As the young royals were alone, his nice facade dropped - he didn’t want to appear like a complete jackass in front of his beloved grandma, after all.

“Genuely, why are you even here?”

“I was invited, idiot. If I could, I wouldn't have come here even if I was threatened”

“I forgot how my dad invited even the most needed ones. Such a charitable man”

“If he was charitable he wouldn’t have brought to Earth a menace like yourself”

Before he could answer, the orchestra began playing a more romantic and slow song. Finding it as another opportunity to tease her, he asked for her hand, knowing that she would look distasteful if she ever wanted to refuse his hand.

“My lady. Do you accept this dance?”

If possible, that was the pivotal moment that she almost killed the bachelor. Forcing a smile to not drop her etiquette, she nodded and held his hand, letting him guide her to the dance floor.

By destiny's irony, they fit like perfect puzzles, his big and calloused hand wrapping against her delicate gloved one. Their bodies moved in synchrony, and the dance wasn’t as awkward as it was between other bachelors.

“I’m surprised you know how to dance at all, it looks like even in poverty lands they appreciate culture”

“Your grandma is so sweet, how are you even related to her?”

“Grandma is too kind, she always respects those in need. She doesn’t see the scumm your family is” he said in a cruel smirk.

She maintained the appearance, giving him a forced smile. “It amazes how you call yourself smart and yet still hold a grudge - that isn't yours - after centuries.”

“Ha, is that the best you could say to me?”

“Honestly, no. The way you act is so beneath me that I don't think it is worth it to spend so much energy on you”.

As I'd on cue, the orchestra stopped the song, and she did another courtesy and left the dance floor.

However, she failed to watch Leon pale, but for reasons she would be none the wiser for a long time.

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“Honey, the ball in Luterra must've been quite exciting”

“Ah, not much. Why do you say that?” The princess asks her father curiously.

“Because the oldest of the Kennedys just asked for your hand in marriage”

“HE WHAT?”

It was quite comical how her voice resonated in the castle, looking confused.

“I know you might not like it, but it is a perfect marriage for you. It would solve the rift between the kingdoms and it would secure both households in influence”

The princess looked angrily at her dad, as he told the most absurd thing she ever heard, with even worse reasons.

“Do any of my feelings matter at all?”

“They do, but we have to be strategic. I'm sorry, honey, but I already accepted it”.

She lost her grounding, looking desolated at her father's words. It didn't matter what she felt or what she said, at the end of the day, she was a pawn to serve her father's wishes.

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The change into his castle was even more terrifying. But what she could never count was the complete change in Leon's behavior. Although he still wasn't overly friendly, he was much kinder - he was the one who started that lunacy after all.

They still slept in separate rooms until the wedding happened, but he made an effort to spend at least a part of the day with her. Whenever she asked him for his reasons for wanting to marry her, he always gave her the same answer.

“Please ask me after our wedding”

After some weeks of curiosity, the ceremony happened, and it was perfect. To everyone watching, it was a wedding to be remembered for years. Hell, even she felt like a true princess.

She warmed up to Luterra, especially the castle and its staff. Her assigned maid was absolutely lovely, and she honestly considered the woman a friend.

Still, she vehemently ignored her family in the ceremony. If they traded her like a pawn, they can play that game by themselves, she doesn't want to be a part of it.

By the end of the night, Leon and she were finally sharing a room. She looked nervous, sitting up in bed with him. He was the first one to break the ice.

“You looked beautiful today. You always do, but you shined even more today”

“Thank you. And thank you for being at my side the entire day. I'm glad I didn't feel alone”

“I would never. I will always choose you”

Some moments passed, and she bit the bullet.

“Leon… why me?”

He was a coveted bachelor, every woman would want him. Why his enemy?

He smiled, and looked down at the sheets, as if he was embarrassed.

“Your hair ornament at the day of the ball”

“What? Just because?” I asked giggling.

“No. It was a royal bluebell. That's when I knew”

She looked at him surprised. Just the tale his grandmother told her at the party. That's why she looked so cunning, she must've realized the flower she had on her hair.

“But Leon, anyone could've worn something with the flower-”

“No. I didn't want to attend the event, but I heard a staff member talking about destiny's surprises. I was already late to the event, and you were the first woman I saw.”

“Jeez, you take these things seriously. You honestly think I'm your soulmate”

“Wholeheartedly. And if you don't, I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you”

She was taken aback by his words. So moved, she pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising both at the spontaneity. Leon didn't waste any time and got over her - it was their honeymoon, after all.

In a mess of limbs and eagerness, both were naked as they explored each other's bodies, breathless and excited. Leon maintained eye contact and lifted her thighs to his waist, offering his fingers to her and letting her mouth soak them. Then, they moved down to her clit, circling and rubbing it slowly, drinking in the soft gasps of pleasure.

“So soft, baby… gonna make this pretty pussy love me just as much as you do”

As she was wet enough, one finger gently entered her needy hole, finding her g spot and rubbing it slowly, her entrance clenching around him.

His movements were slow but deliberate, and soon his pretty princess fell apart on his fingers. No time to waste, his other hand lifted her other thigh to his hips, giving easy access to her.

His hand pinched and circled her nipples, kissing her deeply as his tip began to slide in, causing both to moan in unity.

“Fuck, Leon… too much”

“You can take it, you are my good girl”

She clenched at the praise, making him smirk. He kept praising her, till she was ready to take cock.

“My baby, gonna take care of you forever”

“Doing so good, just taking me so deep”

“Pussy made to be fucked by me

As he felt her more comfortable and turned on, he moved his hips at a consistent pace, the angled head of his cock hitting her spot just nicely.

She scratched his arms and back, guaranteeing he henot be able to be shirtless in front of people for quite a while, but he didn't mind. He would take every mark she gave in, that's how much he loved her.

He moaned as his cock was swallowed by her gummy walls, her wetness granting a white creamy circle at the base of his manhood.

He positioned himself again, throwing her legs over his arms and bending her in half, letting him hit it deeper, making his wife tear up - in pleasure, of course.

“God, if you keep clenching I won't be able to hold back, baby”

“Please, please, just want you to cum. Please fill me up, husband”

Jesus, how could he resist? He was only a man after all. As his hips pistoned in her, he felt her contracting her walls and cumming all around him, triggering his orgasm.

She whined as she felt filled up, her body shaky as her orgasm just threw her on cloud 9. She smiled as he kissed her face as he came down too, appreciating and worshiping the body of his soulmate.

“Isn't that enough proof that you are my destiny?”

“Hmm, don't know that… maybe you should try again” She said smirking.

Leon didn't oppose her. After all, he had all eternity to prove his love.

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lakesouperior · 1 year ago

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🐻🐤🐰🦊 just some thoughts on the fnaf movie

🐻the attention to detail that was put into it, with all it’s little details and easter eggs. the posters in the background, (and i haven’t seen anyone bring this up), the guy who got face-mauled by the cupcake wearing a midnight motorist t-shirt. the spring lock scene. the fact that scariest of all the jumpscares (of which there weren’t a lot but it’s kind of for the younger demographic ig they can’t make it too bad) was freaking balloon boy. the highest kill count going to MVP Carl the Cupcake. this is what i mean when i say movies from established franchises should be made by fans, for fans.

AND THE MATPAT CAMEO. HIS ACTING ISNT EVEN BAD AND EVEN IF IT WAS I EOULD STILL LOEV ITTT DVDNFB

🐤 you can tell they put a lot of thought into the child actors. abby is phenomenal. the five missing children? properly creepy and sad looking.

🐰 characters were all really well written and entertaining. the karen aunt, for all that she is an antagonist and very much hateable, still manages to be funny. even background characters are hilarious, like Doug for example, and don’t even get me started on the friggin matpat cameo i nearly screamed in the movie theater.

🦊 vanessa and mike are naturally each other’s narrative foils (and stand-ins for respectively Michael Afton/Elizabeth Afton (MichaElizabeth if you will) and Charlotte Emily imo), and them saying the same line, the “that’s two jobs”, mike at the beginning, and vanessa at the end, TO THE SAME CHARACTER?? TO THE BIG FUCKIN BAD HIMSELF??? WHO THEY BOTH HAVE DEEP HISTORY WITH???? literally this is good writing. i’m not saying the movie is perfect because it isn’t, but this is good writing.

🐻 and vanessa, as much as she kind of is, doesn’t feel like a coward because her worst fear does come true. her own father, the person who she thought the world of, tries to kill her as soon as she steps out of line. her fear wasn’t unjustified. she spent her entire life under his control — has literally never known anything else, and to still rebel after so long must’ve been the hardest, most terrifying thing in the world but she still did it because she’d grown to care for mike and abby.

and this is what i mean when i quote that one post: “strong female characters ≠ characters who are female and punch good, but strong female characters = well-written female characters” like yeah, vanessa’s an antagonist, or an anti-hero i suppose, but she’s still, once again, likeable and mysterious and funny. and the “bring her here again and i’ll fucking shoot you”?? that was probably her first act of true rebellion, aside from telling mike more than she should’ve about the pizzeria.

🐤 mikes arc is a very obvious “let go of the past and learn to cherish the present” which isn’t exactly revolutionary, but i think it’s done quite well though it could be improved a bit. and as much as you think he is an absolute cabbage head for telling them they could have abby for even a second, but you still, once again, get it.

our man’s running on like two hours of sleep and also meds, finally getting to see his baby brother up-close and even touch his face for the first time in probably more than a decade of blaming himself, and then getting told he could go back and see his parents again, the grief over who he probably hasn’t been able to process since he had to take care of abby when they died (possibly even took his own life in the father’s case if he’s supposed to be a henry stand-in like i think and doesn’t that just make it fifty times worse)

and it’s set up that he wants that perfect family back, the kind that he had during his childhood, that abby never got to experience.

and maybe he feels guilty for that. maybe he thinks, in his sleep-deprived and grief-ridden mind, for only a moment, that she would be better off, since she seems to like the animatronics and their ghost children better than him and he still feels like he doesn’t know how to raise a kid.

🐰 speaking of abby, for once Child Character in the horror movie isn’t just there to do some stupid shit for Plot Reasons (cough, The Curse of La Llorona, cough cough). i mean yes, she does go with them at the climax, but she has been given no reason not to trust them and considering the fact that they are other children, it would honestly be more suspicious if she didn’t trust them (also we’ve been shown she doesn’t really have friends before the end, so they’re also her first and only friends, no wonder she’s clinging to them) plus she’s been left alone with the aunt she does not like, possibly still believing mike is abandoning her. you get it.

she’s also very entertaining in her sassiness. like “are you here to arrest my brother?” or “yeah, love you too bro, kinda don’t wanna die tho, can we leave?” literally i can’t stand kids in general, but especially so in in horror movies, but i would give my life for abby.

🦊and the drawing thing? it’s beautiful and sad and really hammers home the fact that these monsters, however scary they have been made by their brutal and cruel deaths, they were, and are, just children who didn’t deserve to die and communicate the same way children like abby do. it also makes abby herself relevant to the plot and actually useful.

🐻and about abby; i have my own Theory there. we know she wasn’t in the picture during Garrett’s disappearance, which means she’s at least twelve years younger than mike. it’s actually quite common for couples who are going through a rough patch to have kids to try to fix it, which i think is what happened here, made even more possible if they also had her as a sort of replacement for Garrett. this, as i said earlier, makes mike’s indecision all the more understandable — if abby doesn’t just look a lot like Garrett, but was actually supposed to be him and would’ve never existed if not for the tragedy.

but that’s Just A Theory. 🐻🐤🐰🦊

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕣? 𝔸 𝕍𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟?

Yandere!Korra x Yandere!Mako x Yandere!Bolin x Yandere!Asami x reader

⚠️Warning(s)⚠️: Kidnapping, Drug Usage, Cursing, Fire, Burns, Scars, Abuse & Manipulation.

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 8,586

👾Characters👾: 47,765

M/T = Movie Type

F/S = Favorite Sport

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Panic welled up inside you, making it even harder to catch your breath. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to calm yourself, but the emotional turmoil threatened to consume you. You couldn’t remember why you were running. You couldn’t remember while you were upset. You were running.

You neared a brick wall and went to rest on it. You heaved as you clutched your fists so hard they became white. You were so scared. You didn’t know what you were doing and why you were out in the middle of the forest. A voice called about from in front of you, “Are you okay?”.

You looked up into the darkness and screamed loudly as you jumped back. Your screaming caused the figure to scream as well.

“Who are you? And why the fuck are you out here at one in the morning”, you say clutching your heart still freaked out by the presence of someone near you in the middle of the woods.

Apologies filled the persons voice as they recognized they had startled you. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I was just passing by and noticed you leaning against the wall. Are you alright?”.

“I’m fine”, you said with scrunched eyebrows as you walked past this stranger to leave.

You brushed past the person, unable to explain the complicated mess of emotions swirling within you. As you left the figure behind, a large wrist grasped your arm and gently tugged you backwards. The semi deep voice and large wrist must have meant that this was a man with you.

“Wait! It’s pretty late out if you ask me. Why don’t I walk you home”, he suggests.

“I’m fine”, you encourage. You weren’t necessarily fond of the idea of having a stranger walk with you in the middle of the woods at one in morning. But he wasn’t quite ready to stop taking to you, “Well, I’m Bolin. Do you live around here?”

You nodded your head and pulled your wrist from his grip and began walking faster.

Bolin fell into step beside you, respecting your pace. "So, um, how far away do you live from here?" he asked, trying to make conversation. He seemed determined to help, despite your introverted demeanor.

“A few miles. I wouldn’t want to bother yo-“, he cut you off.

“Well since it’s late out maybe you should come to my house instead. I wouldn’t want you walking out here all alone”.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him. “I really do appreciate that you’re willing to accompany me on this short walk but I really should be going. You should too”. You began walking once again and you refused to look back.

Bolin blinked in surprise, taken aback by your response. He hadn't expected such a direct dismissal. "Alright, I understand”.

Before you could hear anything else you felt a large body ram into your side knocking you into the floor. A rock smashed into your temple and you fell unconscious.

Bolin crouched down next to you, his expression twisted with guilt. "I'm sorry," he whispered, cradling your limp form in his arms. "I couldn't let you walk away, not like this. Not after all this."

The last thing you heard before you passed out was him calling someone, “Korra, get the car!”

He gently lifted you, cradling you against his chest as he bounced his knee up and down and rubbing your back. He needed something to fidget with to keep himself from thinking of the fact that he had just knocked his true love out.

Korra grind from the front seat, “Did you really have to knock her out?”

Bolin rolled his eyes, keeping you secure in his arms. "She wouldn't listen, Korra," he replied, irritation edging his voice. "And we can't risk her running or causing a scene."

Korra nodded her head, “I’m surprise Mako didn’t do something”, you grinned again nudging him in the shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had soon woken up to a furnished room. You groaned and hopped out of bed so fast you fell on the floor with a loud bang. You suddenly recalled the events of last night and rushed toward the door, but not before someone came in. It was the stranger you had met last night.

“Are you okay?”, he asked panicked. He practically man handled you up with one arm and brought you to the bed. He gently touched your face and began inspecting it, “You took quite the tumble there, didn’t you?”.

Reluctantly, you allowed him to examine your face, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. His concern seemed genuine, which only added to your confusion. "Do you need ice or something?" he asked, searching for a solution. "We should clean you up, at least."

You stared at him with blown shot eyes, “Why am I here”.

His hands paused in mid-air, sensing the shift in your demeanor. "I... I'm not sure I can explain it all”.

“What do you mean you can’t explain it all?! You kidnap me and you can’t even give me a reason”. You attempted to stand again but his arms prevented you from moving forward towards the door.

As if on que, a girl suddenly walked in. She looked…….familiar…. The Avatar. The Avatar! The Avatar has kidnapped you.

“Do you want me to take over, Bolin”, she questions leaning on the side of the door

“Why are you doing this?!”, you screamed attempting to shove him back but he didn’t budge. He only looked at you with sad eyes.

She gave you a sad smile turning to Bolin, “Why don’t I handle precious here, calm her down, and you and Mako can make breakfeast”, she offered Bolin

Bolin hesitated, glancing between you and Korra. With a sigh, he agreed, "Alright, Korra. Just promise you'll be gentle." He took a step towards you, his expression softening. "Please, sit down”.

As he left the room with a sad look on his face Korra closed and locked the door behind her, “Hi”, she said sheepishly

You eyed her warily, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why am I here?" you repeated, your voice trembling. "What do you want from me?" Korra sat across from you, folding her legs. "I know this seems scary, but it reasonable. Though, it might not sound reasonable to you”, she hesitated before speaking again, “Bolin knew there was something wrong with you. We didn’t want to second guess his thoughts. If you can prove to us that you’re okay you can leave. I’m the Avatar, it is my job to make sure that people are okay”, she said touching your face but you moved away. She quickly narrowed her eyes. “We can’t let you leave”, she said touching your leg and gently rubbing it.

You didn’t think twice before you rushed towards the door. She was too quick though and tackled you to the ground. You quickly tried to scramble away but she grabbed your arm and painfully twisted it behind your back, pinning you to the ground.

“I thought we were at a mutual understanding”, she grunted

Frustration flashed across your face, but you stopped struggling. You couldn't escape Korra's grip, not without causing yourself greater harm. "Fuck you!”, you scream out with tears brimming your eyes

“Don’t get it wrong. I won’t hesitate to put you in your place if you misbehave. Your two loving boyfriends are out there making breakfeast. You can either go out there and eat it like a nice girl or you can stay in here, tied up. Don’t think of me as some saint like Bolin”

Humiliation flooded you.

She grabbed your arm hoisting you up as she opened the door. Standing there, was who you assumed was Bolin and someone else, stood there in aprons. Korra brought you over to a chair, “sit”, she demanded releasing you and sitting down next to you, man spread.

Feeling defeated, you slid into the chair, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. Bolin and the other stranger exchanged nervous glances, offering you plates of food. You stared at the meal, unable to meet their eyes. Their attempt at a normal situation seemed forced, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped.

Once all of them were sitting at the table they all began to eat, especially Korra and Bolin. They began to swallow those pancakes. Korra turned to you though, “Why aren’t you eating?”, she question coldly.

Defiance filled you, but you knew it was futile. With a sigh, you picked up a forkful of food. Chewing slowly, you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. "I'm eating," you replied, trying to mask your discomfort. You hoped your silence spoke volumes about your displeasure.

Bolin began to chat everyone up at the table, trying to minimize as much discomfort.

Bolin's efforts went mostly unnoticed, as tension hung heavily over the table. The stranger, in particular, seemed uncomfortable, glancing at you frequently. Despite his attempts to engage in light conversation, the atmosphere remained strained.

Bolin began to ask you some questions of your personal life.

“So…..do you have any siblings”, he questioned continuing to eat, “Me and Mako are adopted siblings, if you didn’t know”, he shrugged.

You shook your head. Like you were going to tell him shit

Bolin nodded, accepting your reticence. He shifted uneasily in his seat, trying to fill the void with small talk. "That's cool. So, what do you like to do in your free time? Any hobbies?"

“(F/S)”, you mumbled still not looking at him

Bolin smiled weakly, grateful for the information. "Cool, I've always thought that was a fascinating sport. You must be very disciplined." He tried to change the subject, glancing at Mako and Korra. "Hey, guys, have you seen that new movie everyone is talking about?"

Korra raised an eyebrow. "Which one?" She responded, seeming eager to shift focus away from you. Mako nodded in agreement, clearly relieved. The conversation veered off onto other topics, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being the elephant in the room.

“So! What movies do you watch? And I don’t think I asked for your name yet”, he asked trying to get you involved.

“(M/T). My names…….”, you sighed. Lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere, “(Y/N)”, you mumble still looking at the empty plate

Bolin winced, likely recalling the night you had been kidnapped. "Ah, I see. Well, there's a good horror series on TV these days. Maybe we can watch it together sometime.," he suggested, attempting to lighten the mood. Korra and Mako exchanged a knowing glance, acknowledging, “Lovely name, too”, he grinned in some sort of love sick smile.

“I have to use the bathroom”, you say standing up quickly, and nearly falling over, but Korra grabs your arm

"Easy, easy," Korra murmured, steadying you. "Just be careful." She led you to the bathroom but refused to close the door.

You glared at her, “I need to go”, you say

Korra sighed, reluctantly stepping aside. "Alright, just hurry up," she muttered, crossing her arms.

Once the door was locked you slowly bended the sink water as you stood in the corner. Maybe you could hold them out for some time and possibly find a way to escape.

You concentrated on the water, feeling its flow respond to your commands. Time stretched on, but the others showed no signs of leaving. Anxiety built within you as minutes turned into hours.

Korra began to bang on the door after two minutes, “Open the door, (Y/N). If you do you won’t be punished”, she demanded

“Leave me the fuck alone”, you sneered still standing in the corner

“Dont think for a fucking second I won’t break this door down!”, she demands

Soon enough the door does break down but you whip at her with water as you attempt to sprint past her. She grabs your ankle and pulls you down as she puts pressure on you keeping you down, “Mako!”, she calls, “Grab me the rope”.

Mako appeared, handing her the rope. Korra quickly wrapped it around you, restraining you further. "This isn't getting you anywhere," she growled, her expression set. "You're not going anywhere until we agree."

You winced as she pulled it against your wrists tightly, “I warned you, didn’t I?”, she said working on the knots, “But you didn’t listen”, she sneered

You glared at her, resentment bubbling inside you. "Fuck you", you spat, tears pricking your eyes. Korra merely rolled her eyes, tightening the knot. "We'll work this out, (Y/N). But you need to cooperate."

Once she finished she grabbed you by your tied arm and threw you on the bed. She grabbed a blanket and threw it over you, “Sleep until you’ve realized why you’re being punished”. She slammed the door behind her and locked it.

Lying on the bed, rage and humiliation simmered within you. The blankets felt suffocating, reminding you of your helplessness. As your anger gradually subsided, exhaustion crept in. You closed your eyes, praying for sleep to wash over you, even if it was just a temporary reprieve.

A gentle click woke you from your ‘daydream’. Someone opened the door, “I’m sorry about her”, someone whispered. It was Bolin. “She’s just upset because you could’ve hurt yourself”, he said gently rubbing your arm where the rope wasn’t

You tensed at his touch, pulling away reflexively. "I don't want your apologies," you hissed, your voice raw with emotion. "You all kidnapped me. How can I trust anything you say?" Bolin winced, his expression regretful. "I understand your anger, but please, hear me out. Korra loves you. She doesn't know how to express it well, but she cares for you deeply."

You shake your head with tears brimming your eyes, “I want to go home”, you cry out

Bolin's heart sank at the sight of your tears. "I wish I could make it easier," he whispered, reaching out to cup your cheeks and wipe away the tears he hated seeing.

You quickly shook your head, “No, don’t touch me!” You shout out, trying to cover your face from him.

He gently turned your over so your head wasn’t facing his. He gently began to work on untying the knots. Once they were finished he began to slowly rub your wrists with you tensing a little each time he hit a sore spot.

Bolin froze, stopping his ministrations. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just wanted to help." He waited patiently for you to decide what to do next. Your emotions were palpable, and he didn't want to push you further away.

You gently turned around and hugged him. You were sobbing your eyes out, but….hugging him none the less.

Taken aback, Bolin wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "It's alright," he murmured, stroking your hair. "Let it out, (Y/N). I'm here." Your sobs echoed through the room, mixing with the sounds of his quiet reassurances. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the warmth of your embrace.

Sure enough you eventually fell asleep in a nap. He laid you down as he crawled out of bed and made his way to the living room, “You really freaked her out, Korra. You have to be more considerate”. She gently turned from where she was making out on the couch with Mako, “She’ll be fine”, she says rolling her eyes as Mako stopped what he’s doing.

Mako looked guilty, casting a glance at Bolin. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, sitting up. "I didn't mean for it to escalate like that." Korra huffed, crossing her arms. "We'll figure this out. For now, let's just give her some space." The three of them sat in awkward silence, each lost in thought.

Bolin was the first to speak up, “How do you think Lin and Asami are going to react?”

Korra furrowed her brows, considering the question. "They'll be shocked, definitely. But I trust they'll understand our intentions, even if they don't agree with our methods." Mako nodded, his expression thoughtful.

Bolin gasped and stood up as he began to jump around, “I-I’ve got an idea!”, he shouted in joy.

Korra and Mako exchanged curious glances, watching Bolin's excitement. "What is it?" Korra asked, her skepticism clear. "We'll try anything at this point," Mako added quietly.

“What if she meets Tenzin’s kids?! Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo!!!!”, he shouts, “She’ll probably be a lot more comfortable if kids are around her!”

Korra considered the idea, a hint of hope flickering in her eyes. "That could work. I'll call them and see if they can come over."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had woken up to someone pinching your cheeks. You groaned as you turned to see what looked like a nine year old peering at you with confused eyes, “I’d thought you’d have shorter hair”, she said judgmentally

You squinted at the young girl, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Uh, hi," you mumbled, disoriented. Her blunt observation caught you off guard, but you managed a weak smile. "Thanks? I guess."

She smiled back at you, “I’m Ikki and the one on top of you is my brother, Meelo”, you suddenly noticed the small boy on top of you picking his nose. You screamed as you jumped out of the covers and landed on the floor with a clunk

"Oh, sorry!" Meelo apologized, blushing profusely. Ikki giggled, covering her mouth. "He doesn't mean any harm. He's just a little... enthusiastic sometimes." You couldn't help but feel amused by their innocence, despite your initial discomfort.

Ikki glanced at Meelo, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Um, well, we're here because our dad thought it would be good for you to spend time with us. He said you might need some company." She fidgeted, her eyes darting around nervously. "Do you... wanna play, maybe?"

You blinked, processing the information. "Your dad... you mean Tenzin?" You couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. If someone was here they could help you! “I need you to get me your dad!”

Ikki's eyes widened at your urgency. "Okay, okay," she said, hopping off the bed. "I'll go find him right now. Meelo, stay here with (Y/N), okay?" She gave her brother a stern look, then disappeared out the door.

Ill arrived back in about a minutes. Who you assumed was Tenzin followed closely behind her, his expression serious yet sort of kind. "(Y/N)," he greeted, his tone measured. "I trust Ikki and Meelo told you why you're here. We wanted to offer you a safe place to stay while you sort out your life." He paused, his gaze searching your face. "I know this might be hard, but I hope you'll give us a chance to help you."

”Y-You have to help me! T-There going to kill me soon!”, you held his collar in place as you shouted in his face.

Tenzin's eyes widened at your revelation, his face paling before contorting back to a straight face, “They are doing what’s best for you”.

“N-No you don’t understand!”, you said with jittering hands and a shaky voice. You gripped his collar and pulled him close to your face, “T-They kidnapped me! The avatar! Bolin! Mako! You have to help me!”, you pleaded. Why want he listening to what you were saying?!

“Y-Your one of them….”, you said pulling back from him, “D-Do your kids know this?”

His lips curved into a sad smile. "Yes, they do," he admitted, his voice low. "I've explained the situation to them. They may not fully understand the gravity of it all, but they're willing to help you feel more comfortable while you're here." He glanced at the door, where Meelo was still hovering. "In fact, he's been dying to show you something." Tenzin gestured towards the door. "Shall we?"

“Why can’t you listen to me?! I’ve been kidnapped! You have to help me!”

Tenzin held up his hands, stepping back to avoid any further confrontation. "I'm not trying to dismiss your concerns, (Y/N)," he said calmly. "But my priority is the safety and well-being of my family. I'll do everything I can to help you, but you'll have to trust me." His gaze was steady, unyielding. "Will you allow my children to show you around the house? Maybe it'll help you feel more at ease?"

“No!”, you screamed pushing him, “You have to help me!”, you cried out again.

Tenzin flinched at your vehemence, but he didn't back down. "I understand your frustration," he said softly, his voice firm. "But you're safe here. Please, just give us a chance to help you." He held out a hand, a silent invitation to trust him. "My children won't bite, I promise."

“I don’t need to look around this stupid fucking house! I need to get out of here!”

Tenzin stood over you, his expression stony. "I've done everything I can to help you, but I won't tolerate any more outbursts." He held out a hand once more, this time with a sternness etched in his features. "You have to prove that you're willing to cooperate. Otherwise, you'll remain here until you can control your emotions better." Your defiance met with his resolve, leaving you feeling trapped and helpless.

You shoved his hand away from you as you made an attempt to bolt for the door. Tenzin quickly grabbed you and threw you backwards making you land on the floor with a loud thump. It suddenly dawned on you that they of course wouldn’t bring someone willing to help you in the house. “It appears they havent quite straightened you out yet. Don’t worry, the time will soon come”, he smiled at you.

He sighed as he walked to the door beckoning for his children to follow. “Don’t think that they wont be notified of the tantrum you just threw”, he said walking out the door, locking it behind him.

Alone in the room, you leaned against the wall, your chest heaving with each ragged breath. Defeated, you stared at the locked door, feeling more isolated and alone than ever. You knew you couldn't stay cooped up in this house forever, but for now, you were at the mercy of the people who claimed to care for you. A bitter taste settled in your mouth as you accepted your current reality. It seemed like you were destined to be a prisoner, even if it was in a plush cell.

A door opened, with a tense Korra waking in, “Tenzin told me what happened”.

Korra's expression was somber as she approached you, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and sympathy. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "I never meant for this to happen. I just..." She trailed off, looking down, unable to meet your gaze. "I love you, (Y/N). And I'll do whatever it takes to make this right." She reached out, hesitantly touching your arm, her fingers gentle against your skin. "Can we talk? Please?"

"I know it's not easy," you shot back, your own anger surfacing. "But I don't want to be here, locked up like an animal! I just want to go home!" Your heart raced with adrenaline, the intensity of the moment fueling your defiance. "And I don't want your pity or your apologies. All I want is to leave!"

“Mako wants you to be punished. But I think that maybe if you have a little more time with us we can-“, you cut her off before she could finish, “I don’t want to be here! I want to go home!”. She furrowed her eyebrows before she snapped at you, “You think its easy to have to put up with your constant rebelling?!”

“This isn’t always about what you want!”. You suddenly realized that anger was slowly taking over her as she began shouting at you more

"Then what is this about?!”, your anger matched hers, “This isn't fair! You can't just kidnap me and think everything will be okay!" You paced the room, frustration coursing through you. "I don't belong here. I want to go home!" Tears streamed down your face, your voice breaking with emotion. "Please, just let me go!"

Korra's grip on your arm tightened, her features set in determination. "Fine," she snarled, her voice icy. "If that's what it takes." She dragged you down the hall, her steps purposeful. The severity of her expression told you that she meant business, and you couldn't help but tremble in fear and anger. You struggled against her grip, but her strength was unmatched. Your protests were silenced by the fear of what awaited you, and all you could do was brace for impact.

Korra led you to a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. The walls were bare, save for a single wooden bench in the center. Your heart pounded in your chest as she released your arm, stepping back. Her expression was grim, her eyes boring into yours. "This is your punishment," she stated, her voice devoid of compassion. She grabbed a bucket of freezing cold water and threw it on you. Your clothes dripped with water as you began shaking. She lit a small fire with her hands, “Come here”, she demanded.

You glared at her with soaking wet clothing. You refused to move.

“I thought that if we introduced you to more people you would be fine but you’re not! A punishment is what you really need!”, she shouted grabbing your arm and dragging you with her. You screamed as she dragged you along. You desperately tried to wiggle out of her grip but she was too strong.

You were able to loosen her grip and little and you fell backwards landing on the cold, wooden hard floor. That was definitely going to leave a bruise later.

Korra watched you crawl backward, her expression hardening. "You choose this path," she said, her voice cold. She stepped closer, the fire casting eerie shadows on her face. "But I promise you, this won't be the end." With a swift motion, she tossed the fire at you. The flames grazed your arm. You screamed as you desperately tried to air it out. She grabbed your arm and heated her arm making it burn onto yours. You screamed as you tried to move around

As the fire engulfed your arm, pain like nothing you'd ever experienced coursed through your body. Your screams echoed through the room, your mind consumed by agony. The fire burned deep into your flesh, searing your skin and muscle alike. Your arm became a charred, twisted mess, the scent of burnt flesh permeating the air. Your world narrowed to just the pain, each passing second stretching into an eternity. You were left broken, both physically and emotionally, your defiance extinguished by the merciless cruelty of the Avatar. The punishment was meant to humble you, to force your submission, and it succeeded beyond Korra's wildest dreams. You lay on the floor, your body trembling not only from the cold, but from the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume you. It was defiantly going to leave a scar.

You curled up into a ball, your body shaking not only from the cold but from the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume you. Your arm throbbed with pain, the searing agony of the fire still fresh in your mind. Every breath was a struggle, your chest tightening with each inhale. The darkness of the room seemed to close in around you, the solitude amplifying your misery. In that moment, you felt completely and utterly alone, abandoned by the very people you thought cared for you.

Korra soon left after seeing your pain. And than, after what seemed like years, the door slowly opened once again

The door creaked open, the faintest hint of light spilling into the room. Bolin stepped cautiously inside, his eyes widening at the sight of you curled up on the floor. "Oh, (Y/N)," he breathed, his voice filled with sorrow. He approached you slowly, as if afraid of startling you. "I'm so sorry. I never thought..." He trailed off, his words catching in his throat. His gaze lingered on your burnt arm, his expression grim. "I'll get you patched up," he promised, his voice firm. He extended a hand, hesitantly, unsure of how you'd react. "Can you... come with me?"

“It hurts”, you whimpered.

Bolin's heart ached at the sound of your pain. "I know," he whispered, his voice soft. "I'll be as gentle as I can. Just... trust me?" He waited, his hand still extended. You hesitated, your eyes filling with uncertainty. But finally, with a small nod, you placed your hand on your uninjured arm in his, allowing him to help you up. Every movement was agonizing, your body screaming in protest. But you bore the pain, your resolve strengthened by your determination to relive the pain. With Bolin's support, you took slow, halting steps towards the bathroom.

He carefully scooped your legs up as he walked out of the room. You slowly closed your eyes as you leaned into him. You more or so leaned into his warmth than him himself. “You’ve gotta stay awake for me love”, he whispered nudging his face against yours

With each step, Bolin's warmth seeped into your frozen form, providing some semblance of comfort in the midst of your pain. His whispers caressed your ear, a gentle lullaby to soothe your tormented soul. Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze meeting his concerned ones. "I'll try," you whispered back, your voice hoarse from your screams. The vulnerability of your words hung in the air, a testament to the trust you were placing in him. He soon enough reached the bathroom.

Bolin gently lowered you into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping your battered body. He tested the temperature, adjusting it until it was just right. "I'm going to be as gentle as I can," he promised, his voice soothing. "Just relax, okay? Let the water help take away some of the pain." He started to lather soap in his hands, ready to tend to your wounds. His movements were deliberate, his focus unwavering. "I'm here," he whispered, his voice a balm to your troubled spirit. "I won't let you go through this alone." With tender care, he began to clean the burns, his touch feather-light. Each stroke was a testament to his dedication to helping you heal, both physically and emotionally. Time stretched on, each moment a delicate dance of pain and solace.

“Can I take anything? Just….. no pills or needles”.

Bolin stopped, his hands hovering over the medicinal ointment. "Of course," he replied, his expression soft. "I'll use natural remedies. I promise." He set the ointment aside, instead reaching for a bag he had brought with him. From it, he retrieved a handful of herbs, their fragrant aroma filling the air. "These will help with the pain and inflammation," he explained, crushing the herbs between his palms. He scattered the powder into the water, the vibrant colors swirling and dissolved.

“Why did you let her do it?”, you whispered with tears filling your eyes.

Bolin's gaze softened as he met your eyes, his own shimmering with unshed tears. "I didn't want it to go this far," he admitted, his voice low. "But I believed that she truly cared for you, that she had your best interest at heart. I thought giving her the benefit of the doubt was the right thing to do." His fingers gently brushed a stray tear from your cheek, his touch tender. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I never wanted this to happen. I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make things right." He held your hand, his grip firm yet comforting. "We'll get through this together, okay? I won't let you down."

“Can we go to bed?”, you mumbled. His heart warmed when you said “we”. He smiled back and nodded gently rapping you in a towel.

Bolin carried you gently to the bedroom, his heart swelling with hope at your words. He laid you down on the bed, covering you with a soft blanket. "Sleep, (Y/N)," he whispered, his voice full of warmth. "I'll be right here, watching over you." His gaze never left your face until you both drifted off into sleep together. The night stretched on, the two of you cocooned in the quiet of the room. In that moment, nestled in the comfort of Bolin's presence, you found a fleeting respite from the storm that raged within you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes fluttered opening, the warmth of someones hands soothing your stomach aching from the burns. You gazed up at the person, confusion clouding your features. "Mako?" you murmured, your voice hoarse. His eyes met yours, a mix of sadness and determination in their depths. "I'm here," he said softly, his voice gentle as his hands continued to massage your belly. "I wanted to see for myself how you were doing." You searched his face, looking for any sign of the anger and resentment you knew he harbored. But what you saw was concern, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. That didn’t mean you forgave him though.

Where’s Bolin?”, you questioned pulling away from his hands and getting out of bed.

Mako hesitated for a moment before answering. "He went to fetch some supplies. He thought it might help with your recovery." His gaze lingered on your bandaged arm, his expression grave. "I hope you know we have a lot to discuss, (Y/N)”.

“Yeah we do”, you muttered not making eye contact with him.

Mako watched you turn away, his heart heavy with the tension between you. "(Y/N)," he called softly, his voice laced with regret. "I understand that things have been difficult, but we need to talk. I want to make things right between us." He hesitated, his gaze searching your face. "I know I haven't been there for you, but I promise I'm trying to change that." Your silence was deafening, the weight of your pain and distrust heavier than he'd ever imagined. "Please," he implored, his voice barely above a whisper. "Give me a chance to make this right."

Tears welled up in your eyes, your voice breaking with emotion as you spoke. "You're the reason she burned me," you whispered, your words laden with hurt and betrayal. Mako's face paled at your words, his expression morphing from concern to anguish. "(Y/N), I never meant for any of this to happen," he pled, his voice raw. "I know I haven't been there for you, but I swear on my life I'm here now. Please, don't push me away." He reached out, tentatively touching your shoulder, his grip gentle. "I'll do anything to make this right. Anything." The weight of his words hung in the air, a plea for forgiveness and understanding. But in that moment, all you could do was cry, the depth of your pain too great to be contained.

You shook your head as tears started to form in your eyes “Your the reason she burned me”.

"Let me go home," your voice tremulous. "Please, Mako. I just want to go back to my life." Mako's expression softened, his eyes filling with remorse. "You know I can’t do that”.

“Of course you can’t! You’re all too over your own heads to understand that all of this is wrong!”

"(Y/N)," Mako said, his voice low, "I know what happened was terrible. I wish I could take it back, but I can't. But I swear to you, I'll do everything I can to make sure it never happens again." He reached out, his hand lingering just above your uninjured arm. "Please, trust me. I'm here for you." His eyes pleaded with you, the sincerity of his words resonating in the heavy silence. "You're important to us. More than you know." The weight of his words hung in the air, his commitment to making things right weighing heavily between you.

“I have and that ended with me being burned to the point of scars!”

Before either one of you could say anything more Korra bursted through the door. “This clearly isn’t working!”, she shouted.

"Guess the secrets out”, Mako retorted crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.

"Your sick”, you sneered

“You didn’t seriously think we were in the wrong here, did you?”, Mako said standing up and walking next to Korra with a smirk. They shared the same grin, “You brought this upon yourself when you defied Tenzin”.

"Where is Bolin?!”, you heaved.

Korra shrugged, her grin never wavering. "He's out getting more supplies. He's been a bit... distracted since you woke up." Mako let out a snort, his expression mocking. "Yeah, Bolin's been dying to get his hands on some more herbal remedies. He's been trying to make up for his failure to stop me from burning you." His tone dripped with sarcasm, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back soon. With more 'natural remedies' to help with your recovery." He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "After all, we wouldn't want you to suffer too much." Korra chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Yeah, poor Bolin. He's been taking it pretty hard. But don't worry, he'll get over it." Her gaze turned cold, her voice turning menacing. "Now, are you going to continue being a problem, or are you going to behave?"

They both glanced at each other with a grin, “If you want to keep up with that attitude I could do worse things than burn you”, Korra said.

You averted their gazes, “I’ll stop”. You’d find a way to leave but fighting against them would make them even more suspicious of you.

"Good," Korra said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I'm glad we understand each other." She turned to Mako, and they shared a look of triumph. "Let's get her cleaned up and back to her room. We don't want any more... incidents." Mako nodded, and together they turned to you, their expressions cold and unforgiving. "Come on, (Y/N). Let's get you taken care of.”

You flinches back from their reach, “I-I’ll do it myself!”, you replied quickly

Korra raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Oh, brave one. Very well, you can take care of yourself. But don't expect any help from us if you need it." Mako snorted, his expression mocking. "Yeah, because you've done so well on your own so far." The two of them turned to leave, Korra casting a glance back at you over her shoulder. "Remember, (Y/N), you're on your own now. Enjoy your independence." With that, they walked out of the room, leaving you alone once again. You were left to ponder the implications of their words, the weight of your isolation settling around you like a shroud.

You sat on the floor for a few moments. The tears slowly flooded out onto your cheeks. You could feel the salty flavor as you tasted it on your tongue, but you didn’t dare make a noise out of fear of them coming back in here to see you crying.

You sat there for a while, the silence deafening. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, your emotions a tangled web of pain and despair. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of hopelessness, with no lifeline to grab onto. Every breath was a struggle, every heartbeat a reminder of the life you once knew, now lost forever. You stared blankly at the wall, your eyes dry and empty, your soul numb. The silence was oppressive, a heavy blanket that suffocated you. You longed for someone to speak, to comfort you, to tell you that everything would be okay. But you knew that was a futile hope. You were truly alone, abandoned by the people who were supposed to care for you. And as the minutes ticked by, you felt your heart growing colder, harder, more resigned to your fate. You were a prisoner, and you knew it. And the only way to survive was to become as unfeeling as the walls that surrounded you.

You crawled towards the bed and clung onto the bars to help pull yourself up. You wobbled your way to bathroom as you sat down on the toilet seat, sulking silently.

You soon enough turned on the bath water and you sank into the warm water, letting out a soft sigh as your body relaxed. The bath felt soothing, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth seep into your muscles. Your mind wandered back to the events that had led you to this moment, and you felt a pang of sadness. You missed the life you once knew, the freedom to make your own choices, to live your own life. Even if you couldn’t remember much about your life you were positive you atleast had freedom. But those days were behind you now, and you had to find a way to move forward. You took a deep breath, letting the water envelop you, and slowly began to wash away the dirt and grime of the past few days. As you rinsed off, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, and you knew that you would make it through this. You would find a way to survive, to thrive, in this new reality. And with that thought, you climbed out of the tub, dried off, and wrapped yourself in a warm towel.

You put on some new clothing and climbed into bed. Despite it being mid afternoon you just wanted to sleep and forget about this stupid little world.

You curled up in bed, wrapping the blankets around you like a cocoon. The softness of the mattress enveloped you, and you let out a contented sigh. You felt your eyes growing heavy, and you knew that sleep was calling. You didn't want to think about the world outside your bedroom, with its pain and its struggles. You just wanted to escape, to retreat into a world of dreams where everything was peaceful and easy. You closed your eyes, and let the darkness take you, carrying you away to a place where you could forget, even if it was only for a little while.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up to someone shaking you, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!”, someone said shaking you. You turned your head to see Ikki. She was smiling as she rambled on about a family dinner.

You groggily opened your eyes, rubbing your face to try and wake yourself up. Ikki's energetic chatter was like a ray of sunshine, piercing through the darkness that had enveloped you. You slowly sat up, trying to shake off the remnants of your sleep. "Ikki?" you mumbled, your voice still hoarse. "What's going on?" Ikki's smile faltered for a moment, and she looked at you with concern. "You've been sleeping for a really long time," she said, her voice softening. "We were starting to get worried about you. But don't worry, we're here for you. We're having a family dinner, and we want you to join us." She reached out and took your hand, her grip warm and comforting. "Please, (Y/N). Come with us. It'll be fun, I promise." You looked at her and realized you had no say in whether you would accompany them or not. You nodded slowly, and Ikki's face lit up with joy. "Really? You'll come?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

You nodded once again as you stood to let her guide you.

Ikki beamed at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She took your hand and led you out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the dining room. The table was set with plates, utensils, and a delicious-looking spread of food. Tenzin, Korra, and Bolin were already seated, their faces turned towards you with warm smiles. Ikki pulled out a chair for you, and you sat down.

You knew it was childish, but you didn’t want to sit near Korra or Mako or Tenzin. You opted to sit next to Ikki and Meelo.

Ikki looked at you with understanding, and she nodded slightly. Being near Ikki and Meelo felt safe, and you knew you could rely on them to be kind and supportive even if they were just kids. Ikki squeezed your hand, and Meelo grinned at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Despite being eight, she really knew how to comfort you. “(Y/N)”, Tenzin cleared his throat.

You turned to face Tenzin, feeling a sense of wariness. You didn't know what to expect from him, but you were prepared for anything. His expression was serious, and he looked at you with a mix of concern and determination. He place his hand on the shoulder of your uninjured arm as he spoke, “(Y/N), we've been talking about what happened, and we want to make things right," he said. "We know we haven't been the best role models, and for that, we're truly sorry. We want to work on rebuilding our relationship with you, and we're willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen." He paused, his eyes locking onto yours. "But we need you to be willing to work with us. Can you do that?"

You tensed at the feeling of his hand on your arm, but you didn’t dare move it away. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. If I cooperate I manage to screw up somehow and if I dont cooperate you punish me”.

Tenzin's expression darkened, and he removed his hand from your arm. "That's not fair, (Y/N)," he said, his voice stern. "We're trying to make things right, and you're just going to assume the worst?" He looked around the table, and the others nodded in agreement. "We know we've made mistakes, but we're trying to learn from them. And we need your help to do that." He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto yours. "If you don't cooperate, then yes, there may be consequences. But if you do cooperate, we promise to work with you to find a solution that works for everyone." He paused, his expression softening. "Please, (Y/N). Give us a chance to prove ourselves”.

You ignored Korra's reprimand, your anger and frustration boiling over. "Fair?!" you yelled, your voice echoing off the walls. "How can you even say that? You've taken everything from me! My freedom, my choices, my life! And you call this fair?" You slammed your fists on the table again, wincing as your bad arm throbbed in pain. "You're not my parents! You're not even my friends! You're just a bunch of people who think they can control me because they're stronger than me!" You glared at them, your eyes blazing with fury. As your eyebrows slowly began contouring to the normal position the realization of what you had said set in. You had spoken out of turn.

“(Y/N)!”, Korra scolded

You felt a chill run down your spine as you met Mako's harsh gaze. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul, filled with a depth of anger and resentment that made you want to shrink away. Korra's clenched fists and gritted teeth told you that she was barely containing her own fury. You knew that you had pushed them too far, and that you were taking a huge risk by speaking out against them. But you couldn't help it. The anger and frustration had built up inside you, and it had finally boiled over. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the consequences of your actions. You knew that they would punish you, but you also hoped that somehow, someway, your words would make a difference. Even if it was just a small one. You looked around the table, seeing the varied reactions of the others. Bolin's nervousness, Tenzin's disappointment, Meelo's obliviousness, Ikki's blankness, Jinora's surprise, and Mako and Korra's anger.

You looked at Bolin who looked like a nervous reck chewing his nails. Tenzin’s surprised face quickly turned into a scrunched one. Meelo was still quickly eating his food while Ikki stared at you with a blank face. Jinora glanced up from her book in surprise. Mako and Korra were the ones to really scare you. Mako was glaring at you with harsh brown eyes while Korra clutched her fists grinding her teeth

The silence was oppressive, the weight of your transgression hanging heavy in the air. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, their gazes piercing and unforgiving. You refused to look up, afraid of what you might see in their faces. The only sound was the soft clinking of cutlery against plates, and the occasional muffled sigh from someone. It was as if the very atmosphere in the room had chilled, the semi warmth and camaraderie that had once filled it now replaced with a cold, hard silence. You knew that you had crossed a line, and that the consequences would be severe.

You sighed taking a seat and staring down at the wooden table again while trying to maintain your breathing into a regulating pattern. No words were exchanged for a bit.

“Is someone going to say something or are we just going to sit in silence like one big happy ‘family’?”, you questioned sarcastically.

Tenzin's voice was firm and authoritative as he spoke up. "(Y/N), we're not going to engage in a shouting match or a fight. We're a family, and families work together, even when things are difficult." He paused, his expression serious. "But we also need to address the issues that are causing tension. And right now, that's your behavior. It's unacceptable, and it's not going to be tolerated." He looked around the table, his eyes meeting those of the others. "We're going to work together to find a solution, but it's going to require effort and cooperation from everyone involved." He turned his attention back to you, his gaze stern. "So, let's start by acknowledging that your behavior was unacceptable. Can you do that for us?”

“I’m not a child. I understand my feelings and their perfectly acceptable in a position like this”.

Tenzin's expression turned stern, his voice firm. "(Y/N), you may not be a child, but you're still our responsibility. And as such, we have a duty to ensure your well-being and safety. Your feelings are valid, but they're not always acceptable. Especially when they put you or others at risk." He paused, his eyes meeting yours. "We understand that you're scared and upset. But we're here to help you through this. We're not going to abandon you, no matter what." He looked around the table, his gaze meeting those of the others. "We're a family, and we stick together. Even when it's hard." He turned his attention back to you, his voice softer. "So, let's work together to find a way to make you feel safe and supported. Can you do that for us?"

Jinora chimed in before anyone else could accept or deny that thought, “Maybe a walk could help accumulate some proper oxygen. The tension is quite tense and I think we all need some fresh air”, she said standing up.

“That is a very good idea, Jinora”, Tenzin smiled. You all walked to the door when you felt someone place something over you. You turned to see Bolin placing a jacket over your shoulders, “Can’t have you freezing to death”, he awkwardly smiled. You gave him another smile as you walked on the far side of the group that way you only were walking next to him.

Bolin's awkward smile made you feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him earlier. You appreciated his gesture, and his willingness to help keep you warm. You walked alongside him, the others chatting and laughing as they went. The fresh air was invigorating, and you felt your tension begin to ease. Bolin glanced over at you, a curious expression on his face. "So, what do you think about taking a break from all this drama and just hanging out for a bit?" he asked, his voice hopeful. "We could play some games, watch a movie, or even go on a adventure. Just the two of us, if you want." He looked at you with a sincere smile, his eyes shining with excitement. "I promise, no arguing or fighting. Just some good old-fashioned fun." You considered his offer for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. On one hand, it might be nice to take a break from the drama and just enjoy some company. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you could truly trust Bolin, or if this was just a ploy to get you to let your guard down. But then again, maybe it was worth taking a chance. Maybe, just maybe, Bolin.

You gently took his hand into yours, “Where would we go?”

He smiled broadly at your gesture, his cheeks flushing a light pink. "Well, we could try Ba Sing Se and try out some different foods." He looked at you, his eyes shining with hope. "Either way, it'll be an adventure, and I promise to protect you along the way." You squeezed his hand gently, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through your chest. "All right," you agreed with a small smile. "Let's go on an adventure. Just you and me." Bolin's smile widened, and he let out a happy chuckle. "Sounds like a plan. Let's talk to the others about setting it up.”

“Do the others really have to be involved in deciding whether or not we should go? Shouldn’t it be just us?”

Bolin's smile faltered slightly, and he looked at you with concern. "Well, they're part of the family too, (Y/N). We'll need to make sure they're okay with it, and maybe they'd like to come along," he explained. "But we can definitely make it a special trip just for you and me. We'll make sure to spend plenty of time alone, just us two." He offered you a reassuring smile, and you nodded, understanding his reasoning. "Alright," you agreed, feeling a sense of compromise. "Let's talk to them and figure out the details." Bolin let out a relieved breath, his smile returning. "Great. Now, let's get back to the others before they start to wonder where we've gone." He linked his arm with yours, leading you back towards the others.

Bolin's arm around yours felt comforting, and you found yourself drifting off into a peaceful state of mind. The walk back to the others was uneventful, punctuated by Bolin's cheerful voice as he shared his excitement about the upcoming adventure. Once you caught up with the group, the walk continued, and everyone seemed to be in slightly better spirits. At least until the topic of a vacation came up.

Bolin's enthusiasm for the adventure seemed to catch on with the rest of the group initially. Tenzin, Korra, Mako, Ikki, and Meelo all listened attentively as he described the possibilities. However, when the topic of just the two of you going on the trip came up, their expressions grew concerned. "It's not a good idea to split up the group," Korra said firmly. "What if something happens to you out there?" Her tone was sharp, and it was clear that she wasn't convinced. Tenzin nodded in agreement. "She's right. It's important for us to stick together. We'll plan an adventure for the whole family." Mako and Ikki chimed in, echoing Korra and Tenzin's concerns. Meelo just looked confused, his brow furrowed. Bolin looked dejected, his earlier excitement fading away. He turned to you, his face a picture of regret. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). Maybe another time," he said softly, squeezing your hand before letting it go. You tried to hide your disappointment, but you could feel a knot forming in your stomach.

You let out a sigh as you slumped onto the couch, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt a wave of frustration wash over you. Part of you understood the others' concerns, but another part couldn't help but feel resentful. It seemed like every time you tried to do something, it was shot down. You felt a pang of sadness, realizing that your hopes for a little alone time with Bolin had been dashed.

Bolin gently squeezed your thigh and looked at you with a sad smile, “I think (Y/N)’s tired”, Bolin cuts everyone off, “I’ll take her to bed”, he says standing up and guiding you away.

"Thanks, Bolin," you whispered, allowing him to guide you away from the group. The tension of the day began to dissipate as you walked towards your room, the weight of the day's events starting to feel a little lighter. You leaned on Bolin slightly, grateful for his support both physically and emotionally. "I appreciate this, Bolin. It's nice to have someone look out for me," you said, your voice soft. He smiled at you, his expression warm and genuine. "Of course, (Y/N). We're all looking out for you. Don't forget that." You returned his smile, feeling a sense of hope as you entered your room. Tonight, you would rest. And tomorrow, you would figure out your next steps.

As you two laid down in bed you whispered to him, “You wanna know what the worst part about being here is?”

Bolin hesitated for a moment before lying down next to you, propping himself up on his elbow to face you. "What's that, Olivia?" he asked softly, his expression curious and attentive. You looked into his eyes, seeing a kindness there that made you feel a little more at ease. "I miss the old friends I used to hang out with. I miss my mom and my siblings”

Bolin's heart ached as you shared your feelings. He reached out to gently brush a stray hair off your forehead, his touch gentle and caring. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). Losing the people you love and those connections must be really hard," he said, his voice filled with empathy. "But maybe, here, you'll find new connections and friendships. And who knows, maybe one day, you'll be able to reunite with your family." He smiled reassuringly at you, hoping to bring some comfort to your heart. "I'll do my best to make sure you feel welcome and part of this family." You looked into his eyes, seeing sincerity and understanding.

You suddenly bursted out crying and clutching onto the blankets as you placed your face in your knees. “Y-You don’t understand”, you sobbed, “You’ve been the only kind one to me since I’ve gotten here. W-When you left me with Korra and Mako they burned me. When they did that I didn’t think I’d ever be able to see my family or my friends or you again , I thought you were going to come and see me dead, rotting in a cell. I’ve only felt like that once and I swore I’d never feel it again, but Korra, she-she brought back memories. That’s why I can’t stand to be near her”, you sobbed even harder.

Bolin's heart wrenched at the sound of your sobs and the revelation of your past trauma. He pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you tightly to offer comfort and support. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I had no idea. I promise I'll do everything I can to help you through this," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And I won't let anything happen to you. I'll protect you, just like I promised." He held you close, rubbing your back gently in an attempt to soothe your distress. "You're not alone, (Y/N). We're here for you, no matter what."

“But it’s only been you. I’ve seen the looks they give me. They don’t care if I live or die. If you leave me again they could kill me this time”, you sobbed burying your head into chest as your hands tightened on the back of his shirt.

“I won’t ever leave you again. I promise”, he stuck out his pinky and you hooked it with yours.

You let out a laugh cry, “You’re too good for me, Bolin”.

Bolin's heart ached at your words. "No, (Y/N). I'm not. I'm not too good for you. We all have our own struggles, and we're here to help each other through them. Together, we'll make it through this. Trust me." He gently cupped your face in his hands, his expression gentle and soothing. "You're worth it, (Y/N). You have value, and you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. I'll make sure of it." He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before pulling away, his arms still wrapped around you. "Now, try to rest. We'll figure out a way to make things better for you, starting tomorrow." You let out a shaky breath, nodding as you snuggled against him, finally feeling some semblance of peace. Bolin, in turn, closed his eyes, his arm tight around your waist as he held you close, a shield against the world's harshness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You had soon woken up again to the shake to someone shaking your arm and rambling about something. It had to be Ikki.

You groggily opened your eyes to see Ikki standing over you, her face a mix of excitement and urgency. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! You and Bolin and Korra and Mako are going to Asami’s mansion and you’re gonna live there forever and ever and ever!”

“What?”, you mumbled rubbing your eyes. Tenzin suddenly barged into your room, “Ikki!” Noticing you were awake, he brushed his hands on his outfit, calming himself, “You weren’t suppose to say anything Ikki”, he quickly turned his attention to you, “You are going to stay at Korra’s friends house for a while. There was an….incident last night and it isn’t safe for you here. The bag next to you is for packing what you wish to move with you”, he declared stepping out of the room motioning for Ikki to follow him.

You nodded, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. It was true that you were uneasy around Korra and Mako, but an incident? You hoped it wasn't something you'd caused. Regardless, a change in environment could be a good thing. You slid out of bed, groggily making your way to the bag Tenzin had indicated. As you began to pack your belongings, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. A new place, new people, and a chance to start anew. You glanced at the door, wondering if Korra would come to explain what had happened, but for now, you focused on gathering your things, eager to see where this unexpected turn would lead.

Once you finished packing, you stepped out of your room to find everyone else already gathered outside, their bags by their sides. Their expressions were a mix of concern and determination. You approached the group, feeling a bit out of place. Korra caught your eye and walked over to you, her steps purposeful. "Amon attacked the arena underneath us last night. It’s completely wrecked. We’re going to be staying at a friend of ours place for a while” Korra said gathering your bags

Mako grabbed a hoodie and placed it on you covering your head with the top of it. “Stay undercover. Don’t look up or say anything until I tell you to”

Mako's voice was firm, and you nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. You pulled the hood up, the fabric obscuring your vision and providing an aura of anonymity. You followed the others, feeling a sense of unease, but grateful for the protection they were offering. The streets were devoid of life, the silence heavy in the air. The darkness of the night, coupled with the aftermath of the attack, created an eerie atmosphere.

As you all made your way through the city, you couldn't help but wonder about the state of the world. Amon's influence seemed to grow stronger. The name sounded so familiar yet you didn’t have any recollection of knowing anything about him.

You two slowly made way to a car. It was enough to fit you, Mako, Bolin, and Korra. It also had tainted windows. So much for trying to signal someone out the window. Tenzin, Ikki, and Meelo all waved goodbye to you through the window as the car began moving to its destination.

The car's engine roared to life, and it began to move, leaving the others behind. You watched them in the rearview mirror, their small figures waving until they vanished from your sight. The ride to the house was filled with silence, broken only by the hum of the engine and the occasional shuffle from the group.

As the car pulled into the driveway of Asami's mansion, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation. The grand entrance, the sprawling property, and the opulence of the estate were a stark contrast to the cramped, rough living conditions you had grown accustomed to. You stepped out of the car, following the others as they made their way to the front door, your mind abuzz with questions and uncertainty.

A butler appeared to open the door and he lead you all inside. Sitting on the couch was a girl around your age with black hair and green eyes. She smiled brightly and went up to kiss Mako’s cheek. She noticed you staring at her and she flashed you a smile, “I’m Asami. I’ve heard a lot about you, (Y/N). I look forward to meeting you”, she said shaking your hand.

You pulled your hand away and gave her a disgusted look. “She’s just a little shy”, Korra butted in with a nervous laugh and smile

Asami seemed odd. You couldn’t quite put it into words but you had a bad feeling about her.

Korra's attempt at covering up your discomfort with an explanation fell flat. You crossed your arms defensively, your expression guarded. The tension in the room was palpable, the dissonance between Asami's friendly demeanor and your obvious disdain for her hanging thick in the air. You remained silent, unwilling to further engage with the girl.

Asami sighed and placed her head on Mako’s chest. “Poor girl must have been through a lot. She’s becoming mistrusting of her own family”, she said emotionally and clutching onto Mako’s shirt as she let out a few cries

Asami's actions, her words, and her clinging to Mako, felt like a slap in your face. Your discomfort grew, your chest tightening. You gritted your teeth, unable to suppress your irritation. Mako looked you even more irritated, “Look what you did, (Y/N)! You made Asami cry!”

You frowned at his words. It wasn’t your fault she cried

You glared at Mako, your face a picture of outrage. "It's not my fault she's emotionally clingy to you, Mako. You need to set boundaries," you snapped, unable to keep the anger from your words. "I didn't do anything to her." Bolin stepped in, his expression concerned, "Let's try to keep the peace, okay? We're all in a new situation here, and we need to work together." Korra nodded in agreement, sensing the tension in the room. "He's right, (Y/N). Let's give each other a chance to get to know one another." You huffed feeling a sense of frustration.

Asami suddenly stopped crying and brought back that sudden smile again and clapped her hands together, “I’ll show you to your rooms”, she said motioning for you to follow.

You followed Asami, your steps lead by the girl you had already taken an aversion to. You kept your distance, your arms still crossed, and your gaze fixed ahead. You were determined to remain cautious and vigilant around her.

Everyone was following behind you. Asami suddenly turned to Mako, “Why don’t I and (Y/N) have some tea together. Maybe we can bond that way”, she said with a smile adorning her face.

Asami's sudden offer to bond over tea caught you off guard. You glanced at her, then at Mako, raising an eyebrow. Mako quickly agreed before anyone could say anything, “I think that’s a wonderful idea, Asami. I, Bolin, and Korra will go for a while you guys talk he said guiding the others a different direction.

You turned to face Asami, your expression incredulous. "I don't know about this," you muttered under your breath. "We barely know each other." Asami smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, (Y/N). Sometimes talking over a cup of tea can help remove barriers and allow us to get to know each other better." You hesitated, but Asami was already leading you to a cozy-looking sitting room, filled with plush chairs and cushions. You followed her, begrudgingly accepting the situation. As the door closed behind you, you continue to stand as Asami sat.

“Go on, sit. I don’t bite, I promise”, she said smiling. A new butler came up to her, “I’d like some Jazmine tea”.

You eyed Asami for a moment, then reluctantly made your way to a chair. You perched on the edge, your body language indicating your wariness. As the butler left to fetch the tea, the room fell silent once more. You could feel Asami's gaze on you, and you met her eyes, your own expression challenging. The air around you felt thick with unspoken words, the tension palpable. “What tea would you like, (Y/N)?”

“I’ve never had tea before”

Asami's eyebrows rose in surprise, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Well, then. You're in for a treat. Let's try something light, like chamomile. It's calming and soothing," she suggested. You nodded, your expression still guarded. "Okay." The butler returned with a tray, setting it between the two of you, the porcelain cups steaming gently. Asami poured the tea for both of you, offering you the cup. You took it gingerly, the warmth enveloping your hand. You eyed the tea for a bit before hesitantly taking a sip, “So tell me a little bit about yourself, (Y/N)”.

“What do you want to know?”

Asami's eyes met yours, her tone earnest. "Anything that you'd like to share. Your past, your family, your interests. I want to know the person I'll be sharing a home with."

You sighed, “I don’t want to share anything with you. I want you to help me get out of here”

Asami's smile faltered slightly at your response, but she maintained her composure. "I see. Well, perhaps as we get to know each other, you'll feel more comfortable sharing. As for helping you leave, I'm not sure what I can do. This is my home, and I'm afraid I can't have guests coming and going as they please. I can, however, ensure your safety and make sure you're treated fairly." You stared into your tea, your hands wrapped around the warm cup, contemplating her words. Of course she was one of them. She wasn’t going to help you, only belittle you.

You slowly turned your head away from your reflection in the tea and closed your eyes, “How can you not see what their doing is wrong?”

Asami's expression was somber, her voice softening. "It's complicated. The world is in a state of chaos. The Equalists are a dangerous force, and Amon's powers are beyond anything we've seen before. We're trying to protect people, to restore order and justice." She paused, considering her words. "I understand that you might not agree, but it's not that simple. And for now, we're your best defense against Amon and the Equalists." You looked at her, your gaze unwavering. "You're so willing to blindly follow them. Aren't you afraid of what they'll do to others? You're just as guilty as them." Asami sighed, her eyes sad. "I know it's hard for you to understand, but we're doing what we believe is right. We all have our burdens, (Y/N). I just wish that you'd give us a chance to show you that things can work out."

You huffed, “Shouldn’t I get a choice?”

Asami's eyes met yours, her expression earnest. "Of course, you should. And I hope that as we continue to talk and get to know each other, you'll feel more comfortable and secure in your choices. I want you to be happy, (Y/N)." The silence stretched between you once more, the teacups clinking softly against the saucers. You stared back at her, your face a mask of disbelief and disdain. The conversation seemed to have reached an impasse, both of you unwilling to concede your respective positions. With a sigh, you set the cup down. "I'm done talking to you," you said, rising from your seat. Asami nodded, her expression understanding, "Very well. We'll talk again another time, (Y/N)." You turned on your heel, leaving Asami alone. To your surprise she didn’t follow you.

You stood out in the hallway alone. Alone. Alone! There was no one around! You could get out! You began sprinting down the stairs attempting to not make any noise

The silence of the mansion enveloped you, each step echoing ominously in the emptiness. Your mind raced, the freedom within your grasp. The front door was your goal, the way to escape. The cool air of the night enveloped you as you burst through the door, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. You stood there, your heart pounding, the city stretching out before you. A sense of exhilaration and panic battled within you. You were free, but now what? The fear of the unknown washed over you, your eyes darting around, scanning for familiar faces. You needed to speak to someone before the avatar and her friends found you!

You began sprinting as fast as you could. The hoodie you were still wearing did nothing to protect the harsh snow that fell on you and the freezing air nipping at you. You began sprinting towards lights. The lights quickly shaped into a car. You started screaming and waving your hands getting the attention of anyone inside.

The car screeched to a halt as you approached, the door swinging open. "Are you okay?”, the voice called out. You started running even more to the car, “You-You have to help me! I was kidnapped! Please, take me to the Chief of Police”.

As you reached the car, the person inside frowned at your desperate plea. "Kidnapped? Alright, get in. We'll get you to safety and the Chief of Police, I promise," they said, helping you into the car. Once you were seated, the car took off, speeding through the night. You clutched the edge of the seat, your mind racing with the turn of events.

Once you arrived at the tallest building you’d ever seen you stepped out of the car. You thanked the woman whom had driven you and made your way inside to the front desk. “Excuse me”, you said to the lady at the front desk, “I need to speak with an officer or-or something”. The woman was clearly shocked by your situation. You were shaking with frizzy hair and bags under yours eyes. “I’ll call The Chief of Police”, the woman said.

The front desk officer seemed alarmed by your appearance, the disheveled state of your hair and the bags under your eyes a stark contrast to the calm and orderly environment. You stood there, your hands shaking, waiting for the Chief. The tension was palpable, the silence suffocating as you waited for the outcome of your actions. The fact that you had to seek help from the police, after all this time, a testament to the desperation that had fueled your escape. The doors to the Chief's office opened, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out, her gaze fixed on you. You braced yourself, your heart pounding, as she approached, the air around you taut with the weight of the situation. "Miss, I'm Chief Beifong. Please, come inside and tell me what's happened." You followed her, hope and fear intermingling within you.

You sat down at a table with her. She stayed quiet for a few moments. “Can I get you some tea?

You shook your head, determined to get to the point. "No, thank you. I need your help. I was kidnapped by the Avatar”.

She chuckled before standing, “I’ll grab you some tea”, she said standing and completely ignoring your previous response. Of course she wouldn’t believe you. It was an absurd accusation. A few seconds later she returned with a hot tea in her hands. She placed it on the table in front of you waiting for you to drink it. “Go ahead. Try it”, she encouraged. You stared at her with confusion “Did you hear nothing I said? I was kidnapped! I need hel-“

The Chief cut you off, her voice firm and unyielding. "You need to calm down before we can proceed. Drink the tea." You hesitated before taking a sip, the warmth soothing your throat. The Chief waited patiently.

“I’m calm n….”, you trailed off as your eyes became blurry. You began to wobble as you tried to stand up. She quickly went to you and caught you before you could fall. “Tenzin’s not going to like much”, she muttered before you were able to say anything else.

You were vaguely aware of the Chief's words, your mind starting to feel heavy as you slumped into her arms. The tea, you realized, must have been drugged. Your eyes closed, and you felt yourself being carried, the world around you growing hazy. You slipped into unconsciousness, leaving the fate of your situation in the hands of the Chief.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had soon woken up to a feeling of covers on top of you. You groaned as you realized what had happened. You suddenly jolted upwards and began moving towards the door. You opened it quickly to see Korra arguing with Asami. Mako, Tenzin, Bolin, Cheif Beifong, Ikki, Meelo, and Jinora all sitting there. They suddenly whipped their heads around to face you.

Korra suddenly noticed your presence. “What the hell were you thinking?!”, you screamed marching over to you and sticking her finger in your face. “Korra, please calm yourself”, Tenzin pleaded with the young avatar, but she didn’t listen.

You flinched at Korra's sudden outburst, her anger palpable as she approached you. "You can’t kidnap me and expect me not to try and leave!”

“That isn’t the point! Something could have happened to you! If you hadn’t gone to Lin we could have lost you! And you!”, she shouted pointing in Asami’s face, “How could you have let this happen! You didn’t even attempt to follow her!”

Asami flinched under Korra's accusation, her expression guilty. "I didn't think she'd actually run away." Korra scoffed, her anger still raging. "Well, you were wrong, weren't you? Next time, think about the consequences before you act!" She turned back to you, her expression becoming more angry, “Your coming with me!”, she demanded harshly grabbing your arm. She threw you into a tight closet space. “After dinner, you’re going to get the beating of a life time!”. She closed the door in your face leaving you there all alone. It than occurred to you. This wasn’t your fault. And you needed to go to someone. Someone who was against the avatar. A villain so bad that Korra would never think you would associate yourself with them. Amon.

Written: Friday, May 17, 2024

Authors Note - Hi everyone! I was debating doing a story for DC but ultimately decided not to. I just finished the avatar series so now I’m on legend of Korra. I’m working on a draft for ATLA and DC. And I wanted to not have to make a part two for this but I feel cruel leaving you guys on a cliff hanger so I’ll probably make a part two next time we hit 200 questions. Today is actually my birthday! I couldn’t thank you guys enough for all the love and support I’ve received.

#Yandere Avatar #Yandere Avatar Team #Yandere Tenzin #Yandere Amon #Yandere Korra #Yandere Lin Beifong #Yandere Bolin #Yandere Mako #Yandere Asami Sato #Yandere Ikki #Yandere Meelo #Yandere Jinora

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