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Double D Dungeon Crawl (NSFW) FT Eunbi, Sejeong, Mina Kang, Somi
Operatorâs Notes: I had a lot of ground to cover and tried to do capatilize as much as possible.
Disclaimer: I know none of these girls have double Ds
"Awe fuck Somi your tits are spectacular as always," Ivan says as his girlfriend casually strokes his cock with her tits.
"Are you close?" Somi asks with bright eyes hoping to get him to explode more than ever. However, their little tryst was interrupted when Ivan's alarm went off for DND.
âOh shit, Somi, stop. I need to focus,â Ivan said, laughing as he lightly pushed her off, trying to keep his composure.
Somi pouted dramatically. âFocus? On what? Am I not enough of a distraction for you?â As she spoke she seductively juggled her tits hoping to entice Ivan to stay.
Ivan grinned, eyes still on his girlfriend. âBabe, it's Dungeons and Dragons night. Do you want to come? Youâll round out the party.â
Somi crossed her arms, tilting her head with mock suspicion. âWait, whoâs going?â
Ivan blinked, recollecting. âUh⊠itâs Orion, Flint, Mina, Eunbi, and me.â
âEunbi? Whoâs that?â Somi asked, her curiosity piqued.
âOh, thatâs Orionâs girlfriend,â Ivan said casually. âSheâs⊠interesting.â
âInteresting how?â Somi leaned closer, eyes narrowing playfully.
Ivan chuckled. âWell, Orion met her at this screening for the new season of Ultraman, right? They stayed up âtil like 4 a.m. talking about all things tokusatsuâlike the whole deep dive into its impact on anime and⊠their lives.â
Somi raised an eyebrow, picturing a total nerd duo. âOh, so sheâs a nerd too, huh? Sheâs probably super frumpy and wears those huge anime shirts.â
âActually, no,â Ivan said, shaking his head, a smirk playing on his lips. âSheâs kinda⊠hot.â
Somiâs eyebrows shot up, not believing him for a second. âHot? Really? Prove it.â
Ivan shrugged, pulling out his phone and scrolling for a photo. He handed it to her, and she blinked at the image of Orion standing with a curvy, stylish woman.
âOh shit, good for him!â Somi said, genuinely impressed. âI was expecting glasses and an Evangelion hoodie, but damn.â
Ivan laughed. âYeah, right? Orion kinda hit the jackpot.â
Somi handed his phone back with a smirk. âSo what youâre telling me is, nerds are pulling hot people now. Is that your subtle way of telling me Iâm too good for you?â
Ivan grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist. âNah, itâs more like Iâm Orion in this situation.â
She raised an eyebrow. âAnd Iâm Eunbi?â
âObviously. Youâre way out of my league, but somehow here you are,â he said, pulling her closer.
âHmm, nice save.â Somi leaned into him. âOkay, fine, Iâll go. But youâre gonna have to do all the math for me, because thatâs not happening.â
Ivan kissed her cheek. âOf course, babe. I got you.â
âGood. Now, when we win, Iâm taking all the credit.â
Ivan chuckled, but then his face shifted as he realized something. âOh crap, I gotta tell the group youâre coming.â He grabbed his phone and quickly started typing a message. âSejeong and her boyfriend are gonna want to tweak the setup now.â
Somi rolled her eyes playfully. âYou make it sound like theyâre running a whole operation.â
Ivan grinned. âThey are. You know how serious they get about this stuff.â
Somi nodded knowingly. âTrue, theyâre like the eldest siblings of the group. Always organizing everything.â
A few moments later, Sejeongâs phone buzzed. She picked it up and smiled when she saw Ivanâs text about Somi joining the game. âOh, this is gonna be fun,â she said to herself before turning to her boyfriend, who was focused on something at the other end of the couch.
âHey, babe,â she called over. âCan you help me with making another player character?â
He looked up, intrigued. âWhoâs it for?â
âSomi.â
A grin spread across his face. âNice. Thatâll shake things up.â He thought for a second, then narrowed his brow as he began mentally drafting character ideas. âHow about⊠three levels in Bard and three levels in Sorcerer? That way weâve got a solid caster, and she can throw in some chaotic fun. Weâll still have enough balance with the fighters.â
Sejeongâs eyes lit up. âOoh, I like that! College of Eloquence for her Bard side and Wild Magic for Sorcerer. Itâs totally her vibe.â
âDefinitely,â he agreed, already imagining the wild, charismatic chaos Somi would bring to the table.
As they started refining the character, they began chatting about their friends, as they often did when planning game sessions. It was their way of making sure everyone had a good time. Sejeong had a knack for knowing just the right balance between engaging stories and letting her friends express their personalities through their characters. While her boyfriend excelled at gameplay and mechanical design.
âOrion and Flint are gonna love this,â Sejeong said, scrolling through the character stats on her tablet. âYou know how they love when things get crazy.â
âEspecially Flint. He thrives on unpredictability,â her boyfriend added, tweaking some numbers. âMinaâs gonna roll her eyes, though. Sheâs all about the strategy.â
âTrue,â Sejeong laughed. âBut thatâs why she and Eunbi will probably end up teaming upâperfect balance. Minaâs tactical, Eunbi all about the story.â
He nodded thoughtfully. âYeah, plus, Orionâs probably gonna get distracted with Eunbi half the time anyway. Theyâre still in that honeymoon phase.â
Sejeong smiled warmly. âItâs cute, though. Let them have their fun.â
They both exchanged a glance, the kind of shared understanding that came from years of knowing their friendsâ quirks. Sejeong and her boyfriend had always been the steady presence in the group, the ones everyone could rely on. Whether it was organizing game nights, offering advice, or helping to smooth over conflicts, they were the glue holding everyone together. And for this D&D session, it was no different.
With Somi joining, they knew it was going to be a more chaoticâbut funânight, and they were ready to embrace it.
âOkay,â Sejeong said, standing up and stretching. âLetâs send this to Ivan. Somiâs about to have a blast.â
Sejeongâs boyfriend nodded then said, âOh we gotta tell everyone Somi is coming. I'll send the info to Flint and you can send it to Orion," Sejeong nodded and watched him reach out to Flint and Mina.
A few seconds before they got the call, Mina and Flint were enjoying a quiet evening together. The warm glow from the kitchen light gave the room a soft, comfortable ambiance. Flint had just finished cooking a steak dinner, and the smell of garlic butter and rosemary filled the air.
Mina took a bite, savoring the flavors, then smiled contentedly. âThis is really nice, babe,â she said, her voice full of appreciation.
Flint grinned, leaning back in his chair. âGlad you like it. Worked pretty hard on that steak, you know.â
âI can tell. Itâs perfect,â Mina replied, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.
Flint rubbed the back of his neck, his expression softening. âWell, itâs the least I can do after making you deal with Ori and Bunny all the time.â
Mina raised an eyebrow, giving him a teasing look. âWhat do you mean by that? I love Orion and Eunbi.â
âI know, I know,â Flint said with a chuckle. âItâs just⊠they can be a bit much sometimes. And it doesnât help that Sejeong and Nicky egg them on. Oriâs got this chip on his shoulder the size of a whole Pringles can, and they just⊠they encourage him to do crazier and crazier stuff to prove himself.â
Mina leaned back, taking another bite before responding. âLet them have their fun. Besides, that chip on Oriâs shoulder has done a lot for us. Heâs helped get us out of some tight spots these last two years.â
âOh yeah? Like what?â Flint asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
Mina gave him a knowing smile. âLike when you got detained by the police, and Orion showed up with all the paperwork and got you out within an hour.â
Flint scratched his head, chuckling sheepishly. âOh, right. I guess heâs not all that bad, then. But you gotta admit, the guyâs always desperate for a win. Any challenge that comes his way, heâs gotta take it. And now with Bunny egging him on, itâs like theyâre in some competition 24/7.â
Mina shrugged, her tone soft and understanding. âBut thatâs why they work so well together, donât you think? They believe in each other so much, they think they can do anything. And look at themâtheyâve made it happen. He pushes her, and she pushes him. He helped her win with her acting, and she helped him land that great job.â
Flint let out a sigh, leaning his head back against the chair. âYeah, yeah, youâre right. I just wish they could turn it off sometimes, you know? Not everythingâs a game to be won.â
Mina smiled fondly. âTrue, but then they wouldnât be the Ori and Bunny we love.â
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the soft clink of cutlery the only sound between them as they enjoyed their dinner. The evening felt peaceful, warmâa quiet moment that reminded them why they worked so well as a couple. Flintâs thoughtfulness, Minaâs easygoing natureâit all blended perfectly, creating a relaxed space where they could just be themselves.
As they were finishing up, Minaâs phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it and squealed, her face lighting up with excitement.
Flint glanced up, amused by her reaction. âWhat is it, babe?â
Mina grinned, looking up from her phone. âSomiâs joining us for D&D tonight!â
âOh, word? Thatâs great,â Flint said, leaning back with a smile. âItâll be like a mini I.O.I reunion.â
âYessir,â Mina said, still buzzing with excitement. âThis is gonna be fun.â
Flint chuckled, seeing how happy she was. He loved these momentsâjust the two of them, enjoying a quiet evening, sharing excitement about something as simple as a game. It was in these little moments that he felt most connected to her.
Moving back to Sejeong and Nicky they are getting ready with the last few touches to Somi's character sheet, when they remembered they forgot to tell Orion and Bunny. Nicky makes the call.
The sound of rapid button-mashing filled the room as Orion and Eunbi faced off in their latest match of Persona 4 Arena Ultimax. Both were completely focused, their faces illuminated by the glow of the screen.
âCâmon, you really think you can take me down?â Orion teased, not looking away from the action. his hands dances around the top of his hitbox like a delicate dancers or the practiced measure of a trained pianist.
Eunbi shot him a sidelong glance, fingers moving furiously across the controller. âPlease, Iâm about to wipe the floor with you. You just wait.â
The match was close, each of them going through their block strings trying to crack the other's defensive options and abilities. The tension between them was palpable, but it was playful, electricâboth a challenge and an invitation.
Just as Eunbiâs character moved in for what she thought was a finishing blow, Orion grinned. âToo slow.â
He executed a perfect counter, watching as her health bar dropped to zero. The words K.O. flashed across the screen.
âWhat the hell!â Eunbi shouted, throwing her hands up as Orion burst into laughter.
âVictory is mine!â Orion crowed, leaning back against the couch with a smug grin. he cracked his knuckles with a relaxed ease.
Eunbi narrowed her eyes, not at all fazed by the loss. âAlright, big shot, that was pure luck. Rematch. Youâre going down this time.â
âOh, you think so?â Orion shifted closer, his voice dropping as he playfully taunted her. âYou really think you can handle me, babe?â
Eunbi raised an eyebrow, leaning in to match his energy. âPlease, I think I can do more than handle you. Just watch.â
For a second, their eyes locked, and the air between them sparked. Their teasing was more than just competitionâit was the way they communicated, the way they challenged and pushed each other, both in games and in life. Every match was a test of will, but also a way to get closer. In this heat, they kissed, as their passion melted shifted from the game to just the love of each other.
But just as the heat was beginning to light, Orionâs phone buzzed on the coffee table.
Eunbi groaned as Orion broke the kiss, rolling her eyes. âYou better not answer that.â
Orion glanced at the caller ID and sighed. âItâs Nicky. I gotta pick upâcould be about the D&D game tonight.â
She sighed, leaning back into the couch. âFine. But you owe me a rematch after this.â
âDeal,â Orion said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before answering the phone. âYo, Nicky, whatâs up?â
Nickyâs excited voice crackled through the speaker. âHey, just wanted to update you. Somiâs joining us tonight for the session. Sejeong and I just finished her character sheet a few minutes ago.â
Orion glanced at Eunbi, already imagining the chaos that Somi would bring to the game. âOh man, Somi, huh? This is gonna be⊠interesting.â
âYeah, buckle up, because we are doing a mega dungeon crawl tonight. See you tonight,â Nick added before hanging up.
Orion set the phone down and grinned at Eunbi. âLooks like weâve got a wild card tonight. You ready for some chaos?â
Eunbi smirked, grabbing her controller again. âOh, I was born ready. But first, Iâm kicking your ass in this rematch.â
Orion laughed, already leaning in for round two. âLetâs see if you can back up that talk, Eunbi.â
And with that, they dove back into the game, the competitive energy between them as strong as ever, their passion fueled by every challenge thrown their way. After finishing up another set their alarm to leave went off, and they decided to finally get ready to go to Sejeong, and Nicky's home. On the way the grabbed pizza for everyone. Â
the couple neared the door and Ori turned to Eunbi"you ready?" Orion asks Eunbi as he carries the pizzas inside.
"Always. New Campaign new me." Eunbi replies confident. Orion nods and follows her in as she holds the door open for them as he sets the pizzas down.
"Yay you brought food." Somi said excitedly before going up to Ori and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Eunbi glared subtly at the gesture before moving between the two "So you must be Somi. Ivan's girlfriend." she said coldly
Somi nodded before tilting her head noticing Eunbiâs Evangelion hoodie.
It did little to hide her figure but it brought Hyewob more in line with Somi's mental picture of her.
"Yep that's me Ivan's best girl," Somi said happily. Ivan has told me a little bit about you but I am curious. How did you get into this kind of stuff,"
Eunbi still dealing with her surging jealousy, gripped Orion tight, "Well Ori invited me a few weeks ago and Sejeong and Nicky have been super kind. so I stayed."
Somi smiled, "Yeah that's our leader, always so kind."
after that, everyone gets their character sheets and settles in.
"You all awake in a tavern," Sejeong says but is interrupted by a knock on the door. Sejeong gestures for Ori to open it and is surprised to see Mordenkainen.
As Orion got up to open the door, the atmosphere shifted, and everyone looked on with curiosity. He swung the door open, expecting maybe one of their friends to arrive lateâbut instead, a figure in long, flowing robes with a shock of white hair stood there, eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent a chill through the room. It was Mordenkainen himself, looming in the doorway with an expression of absolute outrage.
âOhâŠwow,â Orion stammered, trying to hold onto his usual bravado. âUhâŠcan we help you?â
Mordenkainen's gaze swept across the room, his intense eyes narrowing. "You⊠you have the audacity to play a game based on the lives of my friends and family? This is no laughing matter!"
The group exchanged confused glances. Nicky, who was co-DMing with Sejeong, took a deep breath, trying to regain some control. âUm, sir, weâre just⊠weâre playing a friendly game. This is just D&D, you know?â
Mordenkainen stepped inside, his robes swishing as he approached the center of the room, his voice resonant and thunderous. âA game? This⊠trivialization of my worldâof the worlds beyond yoursâis disgraceful! You mock battles that tore through realms, people who fought for their lives, stories bound by sacrifice. And you reduce it to dice and⊠pizza?â
Eunbi snorted, half amused, trying to hold back a laugh, but a sharp glance from Mordenkainen silenced her. Even Orion, usually the bold one, shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
âListen,â Flint began, trying to reason with the imposing figure, âweâre not trying to insult anyone. Weâre just⊠inspired by your world. Itâs kind of a compliment?â
âCompliment?â Mordenkainen bellowed. He raised a hand, and with a snap of his fingers, the lights flickered, the walls trembled, and a portal swirled into existence, casting an eerie blue light across the room.
Sejeong, whoâd been completely silent, finally found her voice, âOkay, hold on. No need for drastic measures. Weâll⊠uh⊠stop playing? We donât want any trouble.â
âOh, youâll stop playing,â Mordenkainen said, a dangerous glint in his eye, âbecause youâll be living it.â
With a wave of his hand, a flash of blinding light filled the room. Everyone felt a rush of wind and a strange tingling sensation as if they were being pulled apart and reassembled at the same time.
When the light faded, they found themselves sprawled on the ground, groggy and disoriented, their clothing now replaced with fantastical garb. Orion glanced down at his attire, light armor with a scary-looking axe strapped to his back. Eunbi stood beside him, equally stunned, decked out in flowing robes adorned with ancient symbols.
âWait⊠are we⊠are we in the game?â Somi asked, staring in awe at her new mageâs robes, a staff clutched in her hand.
Ivan, looking down at the armor that replaced his jeans and T-shirt, could only stammer, âThis⊠this canât be real. This⊠has to be a prank, right?â
Sejeong checked herself over, now clad in the resplendent armor sheâd always envisioned for her character, a high-ranking cleric. She looked at Nicky, who was equally stunned, holding a bardâs lute.
âOh my god,â she whispered, realization dawning. âThis is real. Weâre actually in the game.â
Mordenkainenâs voice echoed in their minds, seemingly coming from the sky itself, âPerhaps now, youâll understand the gravity of the worlds you toy with. Prove yourselves worthy, and maybeâmaybeâyouâll find a way home. Fail, and youâll be trapped here as characters in this world forever.â
The group exchanged a mix of terrified and exhilarated glances, the reality of their situation beginning to sink in. Flint and Mina stood close together while Ori held his head as a headache started ringing in his ears. Eunbi approached him concerned. He winced when she touched his head as visions of gods and monsters swam through his head.
Taking charge he said firmly, âWe should probably find the nearest town and find lodging before the night comes. The party nodded as they headed in the direction of smoke. That smoke led them to a town being overrun by skeletons resurrected by the evil Lich Nevinyrral. The group was first attacked but a quick reaction from Sejeong she took out a holy symbol and the skeletons turned away expeditiously⊠or they would if it weren't for the radiant glowing Orion who slammed into another one and crushed another with his mighty great axe. He was able to clean up the rest as he turned the skeletons to dust. They noticed a dual inscription on it but none of them (except Ori) spoke or read the language.
After the battle, the remaining townspeople praised the heroes. They stood wary of Ori however due to his scarred face and body until the rest pushed him to the front.
"You saved us Why?" the mayor asked wary of the Scourge Aasimar with Dark red spots covering his body.
"Well we needed lodging and food for the night before we continue our journey. that's kinda hard when everyone is dead." Ori said.
The mayor laughed and said, "Well at least you all are practical. If you're not to opposed the church house can serve as your base of operations. if you so chose, since our god has abandoned us. We will bring food for you as well." The group noded then headed to the house of the Jade Seraph. the approach the church house solemnly, but as soon As Ori enters. He sees visions of more gods and battles causing him to collapse.
As their characters' memories merge with theirs Eunbi speaks up, "He's getting worse. What do we do?" Sejeong sighs and does another calm emotion spell on Ori hopefully stopping the progress of his ailment at least a little bit.
"We better find that Mage fast!" Flint asserts. Mina, Somi and Ivan nod before all finding places in the monastery. Ori finds a quiet corner to sleep in away from the group.
After settling in at the Jade Seraphâs monastery, Mina and Flint exchanged a glance, silently agreeing that they needed to get out for a bit. Flint leaned in close, whispering, âLetâs take a walk around the town. Maybe we can find out more about this world weâre stuck inâand get some alone time too.â
Mina smiled and nodded. She grabbed his hand as they slipped quietly out of the church house, leaving the others to recover and set up.
Outside, the town was still tense but slowly beginning to relax after the recent skeleton attack. Torches lined the cobblestone streets, and a few market stalls were cautiously reopening, their owners eyeing the streets warily, but there was a hopeful buzz in the air after the groupâs intervention. The cool evening air and the faint smell of wood smoke brought a sense of calm to Flint and Mina as they wandered hand in hand.
They stopped at a small food stall run by an elderly woman selling what looked like hot skewers of spiced meat. Flint bought a couple, handing one to Mina with a warm smile. She took a bite, eyes lighting up as the taste hit her. âWow, this is⊠actually really good,â she said, savoring the smoky, peppery flavors.
Flint laughed. âGotta say, I didnât expect food to taste this good here either. But Iâll take it. Now, if only we could figure out how long weâre going to be hereâŠâ
Just then, a tall, cloaked figure approached the stall, catching their attention. Flint subtly pulled Mina a bit closer as the figure ordered in a low, gravelly voice. Curious and cautiously friendly, Mina leaned toward him. âExcuse me, sir. Weâre⊠new in town. Could you tell us whatâs been going on here?â
The figure turned, revealing the face of a battle-worn man with a weary expression. He looked them up and down, nodding. âYouâre not from these parts, are you? I can tell by your garb.â He cleared his throat and continued, âThis town has been plagued by the dark magic of Nevinyrral. Heâs a lich whoâs been terrorizing the villages on the outskirts for years now, resurrecting the dead to do his bidding. Every few months, he sends his skeletons to wreak havoc and remind us of his power.â
Minaâs eyes widened. âAnd⊠the gods? We heard the people talking about a god abandoning the town.â
The man spat on the ground bitterly. âThe Jade Seraph, our patron godess, hasnât answered our prayers for years. Some say sheâs left us for good, while others whisper sheâs been captured by Nevinyrral himself, his powers drained for dark purposes.â
Flintâs hand tightened around Minaâs. âDo you know of anyone in town who might be able to help us? Someone with knowledge of the gods, or perhaps even magic?â
The man glanced around cautiously, then nodded. âSeek out Elara, the townâs herbalist and a follower of the Old Ways. She has knowledge of magicâmore than she lets on. Youâll find her on the edge of the forest, near the willow grove. But be careful. She doesnât trust strangers.â
âThank you,â Mina said, dipping her head in gratitude. She exchanged a look with Flint, excitement and apprehension in her eyes. âWeâve got a lead now,â she murmured as they continued walking.
As they made their way to the forestâs edge, the townâs rustic charm was replaced by an eerie quiet. Shadows danced beneath the trees as they approached a small, ivy-covered cottage with lanterns lighting a narrow path. Inside, Elara was mixing herbs when she noticed them standing hesitantly at her door.
âStrangers,â she said, her tone wary but intrigued. âYou seek answers. Why?â
Flint stepped forward. âWeâre not from here. We were⊠brought to this world by magic, and now weâre looking for a way to go back. But it seems thereâs more going on here than we realized. We want to understand this place, to help where we can.â
Elaraâs gaze softened. âIf you wish to learn, then enter. But understand that knowledge here often comes with a price.â She motioned them inside, and they followed her, exchanging a brief, reassuring look.
The air inside the cottage was thick with the scent of herbs and old parchment. Elara gestured for them to sit, and as she began to tell them more about the lich, the townâs lost god, and the ancient magic that bound their world, Mina and Flint listened intently, feeling as if the pieces of a larger puzzle were finally beginning to fall into place.
For the first time since theyâd arrived, they felt a glimmer of hopeânot only that they might find a way home, but that they could make a difference here, maybe even defeat Nevinyrral himself.
As Mina and Flint slipped out, the remaining group settled into the dimly lit corners of the monastery. Ori sat by one of the worn pews, his back against the cold stone wall, looking drained and uneasy. Eunbi noticed him from across the room, a thoughtful look on her face. After a few quiet moments, she made her way over to him, sitting down beside him and resting her hand on his.
âHey,â she said softly, breaking the silence. âHowâs the head?â
Ori exhaled, his gaze fixed on the dusty wooden floor. âFeels like Iâve been caught in a storm I canât see. Visions, memories that arenât mine⊠They just keep flooding in.â He looked at her, his eyes clouded with confusion and something elseâfear. âBunny, I donât even know whatâs real anymore.â
She reached out, gently cupping his face, brushing her thumb across his cheek. âWeâre here, Ori. Right here, together. Thatâs real.â
He leaned into her touch, a small measure of comfort slipping through the tension he was holding onto. âItâs not just the visions,â he murmured, voice barely audible. âI feel⊠different. Stronger, but also⊠angry. Like thereâs something in me I canât control.â He clenched his fists, and for a second, they glowed with a faint, radiant energy before dimming again. âItâs like Iâm becoming something else.â
Eunbi laced her fingers with his, squeezing his hand firmly. âI get it. I donât have whatever this new power is like you do, but I feel like⊠part of me is changing here, too.â She paused, her own vulnerability showing. âBeing here, seeing you go through this⊠It makes me think about what we have. What if we donât get back home? What if this is all weâve got?â
Ori looked at her, eyes softening. âThen⊠weâll make this place ours. If this is where weâre meant to be, weâll find a way to live and be happy, no matter what.â He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, his hand lingering. âBut if we get back, I want to make sure I donât leave anything unsaid. I donât want to waste time, not with you.â
Eunbiâs breath hitched, and she held his gaze. âMe neither,â she whispered, her hand sliding up to his shoulder as she leaned in. âI donât want to hold back anymore, Ori. Not in here, and not out there.â
They shared a kiss, soft and lingering, a grounding force in the whirlwind of uncertainty. For that brief moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth between them, a promise that even in this strange, unfamiliar place, they had each other.
When they pulled back, Ori sighed, a bit of the tension easing from his shoulders. âWhatever happens, Bunny⊠you and me, weâll face it together. I promise.â
She nodded, her expression resolute. âTogether.â Ori nodded as Eunbi brought him in for a kiss. her hands cupped his face gently as they kissed again. Eunbi smiled.
"You smell so nice. Like Oranges Vanilla ice cream" she said. Ori smiled as they kissed, again. his hands found purchase on her chest.
"No matter the world you still drive me crazy, and I love you," Ori said.
Eunbi smiled as she undid her armor and dress before saying, "prove it."
Sejeong and Nicky settled by a low fire in the monasteryâs quietest corner, their voices hushed. Nicky leaned in close, his expression tense. âWe really need to talk about Oriâs backstory. If weâre actually in this world, then⊠well, his 'Creator' might actually exist out here, and he could be looking for him.â Sejeong looked over at Ori, who was resting uneasily in a far corner, shrouded in shadows. âYou mean the necroalchemist,â she whispered. âThe one obsessed with ascension? With turning one of his creations into a god?â âYeah,â Nicky nodded, his voice barely audible. âRemember, Ori was his closest success. He wasnât just made; he was made to be perfect, to force a kind of unnatural divine evolution.â Nickyâs voice grew even lower. âIf the Creator is here, heâll be hell-bent on finishing what he started.â Sejeong shivered, the weight of the situation sinking in. âSo if Oriâs backstory holds true here, itâs not just a dangerous worldâitâs a hostile one. One that might see him as either a target or as a prized possession. Weâre going to have to protect him, and⊠well, heâs going to have to face things he never signed up for.â Nicky nodded slowly, his eyes on Ori, the weight of their shared responsibility settling on them both. âWeâll watch his back. But we need to prepare him too⊠there are things even he doesnât know about his origin, and if we donât tell him soon, the truth might catch up with him before heâs ready.â Sejeong clenched her jaw, steeling herself. âAlright. When the time comes, weâll make sure he knows.â
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Petty, Pretty Arguments CS55
Pairings: Carlos Sainz x long-termgirlfriend!reader
Summary: In which he lets an argument pass a day
Warnings: arguments
The evening air was thick, a sense of tension that had simmered all day was finally breaking loose in Carlos' living room. Usually, this was your safe havenâwhere late-night talks, laughter, and gentle touches spoke louder than words. But tonight, the warmth was gone, replaced by a biting chill.
Carlos sat across from you, arms folded, his gaze hard and distant. This wasnât the Carlos who had held your hand through your darkest days or whispered promises under starlit skies. No, this was a man barricaded behind walls, with his eyes fixed firmly on a point behind you, as if he could barely stand the sight of you.
âYouâre doing it again,â he said, voice low but laced with a steely edge. The words struck like a slap, unexpected and stinging.
âDoing what, Carlos?â you asked, forcing your voice to stay calm, though it wavered at the edges. âCaring? Checking in on you? Wanting to spend time with you?â
âYou call it caring. I call it clingy,â he shot back, his words sharper than youâd ever heard them. You flinched, hurt pooling in your chest. Heâd never spoken to you like this before.
âClingy?â you repeated, barely able to recognize the word in your own mouth. âSince when is it clingy to want to be with the person you love?â
Carlos rubbed a hand over his face, a frustrated sigh escaping him. âItâs like... like you donât trust me to be alone for five minutes without you,â he muttered, shaking his head. âEvery time I turn around, youâre there. Every phone call, every minute Iâm out of your sightâyou act like itâs a crisis.â
âThatâs not true!â you protested, feeling your voice tremble. You fought to keep control, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you unravel. âI trust you, Carlos. But youâve been so... distant lately. You hardly talk to me anymore. Iâm just trying to understand whatâs going on with you.â
âMaybe I just need space,â he replied coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly. âDid you ever think of that?â
Space. The word echoed in your mind like a warning bell, and a sinking feeling began to settle in your stomach. After thirteen years together, it was as if he were drawing a line between you that you couldnât cross.
âIâm sorry,â you said, barely able to get the words out. âI didnât know... I didnât know you felt that way. But you couldâve told me. I wouldâve given you space if youâd just asked.â
He shook his head, looking down at his hands as if the conversation were already over. âI did ask, but you didnât listen. And I canât keep doing this. I canât have you hovering over me every second.â
The words hit like a punch, and for a moment, you couldnât breathe. Hovering? After everything youâd been through together, he thought of you as some burden, an annoyance he couldnât shake off.
âSo... what are you saying?â you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
Carlos looked up, and for the first time, you saw something hard and unyielding in his eyes. âIâm saying... if you canât stop, if you canât give me what I need, maybe this wonât work anymore.â
You stared at him, feeling like the ground had fallen out from under you. Thirteen years. Thirteen years of love, of memories, of promises. And he was willing to throw it all awayâbecause you cared too much?
âIs that really what you want?â you asked, your voice breaking. âTo just... walk away?â
Carlosâ gaze softened, but only for a moment. âI donât know,â he replied, and the uncertainty in his voice cut deeper than anything heâd said before. âBut I know I canât keep doing this.â
You felt tears sting at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. âFine,â you said, your voice hollow. âIf thatâs how you feel... Iâll leave you alone.â
Without another word, you turned and walked out, each step feeling like a thousand knives driving into your heart. But you wouldnât let him see you cry. Not tonight.
The next day was a blur of silence. You barely slept, the memory of Carlosâ words echoing in your mind until they felt like theyâd left scars. By morning, a cold resolve had settled in youâyou wouldnât let him hurt you again. If he wanted space, youâd give him all the space he wanted.
The phone buzzed with messages from Carlos, but you ignored them. Your heart pounded each time you saw his name flash on the screen, but you refused to give in. You went about your day with mechanical precision, avoiding every thought of him, blocking out the ache that tugged at you with every passing hour.
By evening, you were back in your apartment, exhaustion seeping into your bones. Youâd managed to avoid Carlos all day, but a part of you felt hollow, like youâd lost a piece of yourself somewhere along the way.
A knock at the door broke through the silence, and your heart leapt, knowing who it would be. You didnât want to see him, didnât want to face the coldness in his eyes again, but something inside you couldnât resist.
When you opened the door, Carlos was standing there, looking more tired than youâd ever seen him. There was a desperation in his eyes, a vulnerability that took you off guard. He reached for you, but you stepped back, crossing your arms tightly over your chest.
âAre you here for more space?â you asked, your tone sharper than you intended. Carlos flinched, and guilt pricked at you, but you forced yourself to stay firm.
âIâm here because... I made a mistake,â he said, his voice low. âI didnât mean what I said last night.â
âOh, really?â you replied, raising an eyebrow. âBecause it sounded pretty clear to me.â
Carlos ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the ground. âI know. And I donât blame you for being angry. But please... can we talk?â
You hesitated, the ache in your chest warring with the anger still simmering beneath the surface. Finally, you stepped aside, letting him in.
Carlos sat on the edge of the couch, looking more unsure of himself than youâd ever seen him. The silence stretched between you, heavy and uncomfortable, until finally, he broke it.
âI was wrong,â he said, his voice barely a whisper. âI pushed you away because... I was scared. Scared of how much you mean to me, of how much I need you. And I didnât know how to deal with it.â
You stared at him, your mind reeling. This was a side of Carlos youâd never seen before, a side heâd kept hidden for all these years.
âSo... what? You thought hurting me was the answer?â you asked, unable to keep the bitterness out of your voice.
Carlos shook his head, looking up at you with regret in his eyes. âNo. I didnât think. I just... acted. And I hate myself for it. But please... give me a chance to make it right.â
Carlos didnât leave that night. Instead, he stayed by your side, refusing to let you out of his sight. He was gentle, attentive, the opposite of the man who had stood cold and distant just twenty-four hours before. And slowly, you began to feel the walls around your heart start to crumble.
The next day, Carlos took you out, determined to make it up to you in every way he could. He led you to a secluded beach, a place heâd found on one of his training runs, where the world felt miles away. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the water, and Carlos pulled you into his arms, holding you close.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âFor everything. I know I hurt you, and Iâll never forgive myself for it. But please... donât give up on me. Iâll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again.â
You looked up at him, searching his face for any trace of insincerity. But all you saw was a man who was willing to fight for you, who was ready to tear down his own walls if it meant keeping you by his side.
âI donât want to lose you, Carlos,â you said softly, your voice barely a whisper. âBut I need you to promise... promise that youâll never treat me like that again. I canât go through this again.â
Carlos nodded, his grip on you tightening as if he were afraid youâd slip away. âI promise,â he said, his voice steady. âIâll never hurt you like that again. Iâll spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much you mean to me.â
And as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, you felt the last remnants of doubt fade away, replaced by the quiet certainty that no matter what lay ahead, he would be thereâholding you, fighting for you, and loving you with everything he had.
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THIS, is your boyfriend, Mom? [4]
Pairings: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Our savage wittle boi Lucas x f!Reader.
Summary: The family went on a camping trip with Lucas' cousins. Warning: Lucas fell into a river but is unharmed.
A/N: I will just keep posting Step-Dad Bucky content, this doesn't really have set plot, just cute and funny moments while Bucky navigates how to be a Dad. ALSO, note I am still trying to fix the tag list for this.
The stars had just begun to shine as you, Bucky, Lucas, and a few of his cousins sat around the campfire, laughter filling the air as the kids toasted marshmallows and dared each other to make the strangest marshmallow combinations.
After a while, Lucas and his cousin wandered over to you, their faces lit with excitement. âMom, can we go skip rocks by the river?â Lucas asked.
You nodded, giving them a warm but serious smile. âAlright, but donât go too close to the water. Stay safe.â
They nodded, promising to be careful, and you watched as they bounded off toward the riverbank, their giggles mixing with the sound of the flowing water. Bucky was sitting next to you, his gaze steady on the kids as they skipped stones, trying to beat each otherâs number of skips.
Everything seemed peaceful.
But after a few minutes, you overheard Lucasâs cousin daring him. âBet you canât skip one from way up close,â his cousin said, pointing to a spot near the edge of the water, where the bank was muddy and slippery.
Lucas hesitated, glancing back at you and Bucky, then shrugged, puffing his chest out a little. âItâs not even that deep. Iâll be fine.â
In that split second, he took a bold step closer, right to the edge, and threw his rock. But as he shifted his weight forward, the muddy bank gave way, and he slipped, his arms flailing as he tried to keep his balanceâonly to tumble forward into the icy water.
âMom! Help!â Lucas screamed, panic overtaking his voice as the riverâs current tried to pull him in.
His cousin tried to reach him, stretching out his arm, but the water was too strong, and Lucas was quickly losing his footing.
In that moment, Lucas looked up, his breath catching as he saw a figure racing toward him with unwavering speed and determination. Recognizing Buckyâs shape, he reached out instinctively, the word spilling out in sheer desperation.
âDad!â
Before you could take a step, Bucky had already shot up, sprinting to the river with a look of pure terror etched across his face. Reaching the boys in seconds, he gently but firmly shoved Lucasâs cousin back toward you, his voice low and firm. âGet to your mom. Now.â
âLucas!â you screamed, your heart pounding.
Without a second thought, Bucky stepped into the river, his boots sinking into the cold, swirling water as it tugged insistently at his legs, urging him to stay back. But he moved forward, steady and sure, his eyes fixed on Lucas as if the world held nothing else. The river pressed against him, but he barely noticed, reaching Lucas in a few strides, wrapping a solid arm under the boyâs shoulders, and lifting him up with a fierce certainty. Holding Lucas close, Bucky turned and waded back to shore, his grip firm, his gaze steady, as if he were carrying something infinitely precious.
As soon as they were safely on dry ground, Bucky knelt down, gripping Lucasâs shoulders tightly, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with anger and fear.
âWhat were you thinking, Lucas?â he snapped, his voice sharp and unwavering. âDidnât your mother tell you not to go near the edge? Do you understand what could have happened if youâd fallen in deeper?â
Lucas glanced up at Bucky, then looked over at you. The sight of you standing there, tears streaming down your face, struck him like a punch to the chest. His mother, the person he always wanted to keep happy and safe, was crying because of him.
Lucas looked down, his face pale, but tried to stammer out a response. âI-I⊠I didnât think itâd be that slipperyâŠâ
Buckyâs hands tightened on his shoulders, and his voice grew louder, thick with emotion. âExactly. You didnât think! What if the current had pulled you in? What if youâd been swept away before I got there? What if⊠what if you had gotten hurt or worse?â Buckyâs voice wavered, but his tone stayed stern. âThis isnât a game, boy. You couldâve been lost to that river in an instant.â
Lucasâs cousin, standing nearby, shifted nervously, his face turning pale as he realized the seriousness of the situation. Buckyâs sharp gaze flicked toward him, his tone still unrelenting.
âAnd you,â he said, his voice just as firm as before. âWhy would you dare him to go closer? Do you understand how dangerous that was?â
Lucasâs cousin looked down, guilt spreading across his face as he mumbled, âIâm sorry, Bucky⊠I didnât think anything bad would happen. I just⊠thought itâd be fun.â
Buckyâs expression didnât soften as he spoke, his tone filled with disappointment.Â
âFun? What if heâd fallen in and the current was too strong? What if I hadnât been here in time? You donât push someone to take a risk like that, especially near the water. Youâre supposed to look out for each other, not encourage recklessness.â
The weight of Buckyâs words began to settle over both boys like a heavy blanket. The âwhat ifsâ replayed in their minds, each one sinking deeper, and they both suddenly felt small and helpless under Buckyâs fierce gaze.
Lucasâs voice shook as he whispered, âI⊠Iâm sorry, Bucky. I didnât mean to make you and Mom worry. I just wanted to see if I could do itâŠâ
âWanting to prove yourself doesnât matter if youâre putting yourself in danger. Bravery doesnât mean being reckless, Lucas. Do you understand that?â Buckyâs stern expression didnât waver as he looked down at Lucas, still gripped by the terror of almost losing him.
Lucasâs shoulders slumped as the weight of his mistake settled over him like an unwelcome shadow. Tears spilled down his cheeks, and his voice broke in a whisper, âIâm really, really sorry, Bucky. I didnât mean for it to be this bad⊠I just didnât think.â
Buckyâs expression shifted, his face softening as he caught the guilt in Lucasâs tear-filled eyes. He let out a quiet, unsteady breath, the last of his anger dissolving like smoke. He pulled the boy into a fierce hug, an instinct older than words, holding him close as if, in that one embrace, he could keep the world and all its dangers at bay.
âIâm sorry, Bucky,â Lucasâs voice was muffled against Buckyâs chest, his small hands gripping Buckyâs shirt like it was his only tether to safety.
Buckyâs arms tightened around him, one hand moving up to cradle the back of Lucasâs head. âI know, kid. I know you didnât mean it.â His voice was soft but steady, filled with something deeper than mere forgiveness.
He stroked Lucasâs back in slow, reassuring circles, feeling each shaky breath. âYou scared me, you know? Really scared me.â The words were simple but carried a weight only Lucas could feel, pressing gently on his small shoulders.
Then, Bucky pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, brushing a tear from Lucasâs cheek with his thumb. âListen. You donât need to prove anything. Youâre already enough, just as you are. And I need you here with me. Promise me youâll remember that.â
Lucas nodded, a fierce, wide-eyed sincerity in his gaze. âI promise.â
Buckyâs lips curled into a small, warm smile, and he ruffled Lucasâs hair gently, his voice barely above a whisper. âGood. Thatâs my boy.â
There was a pause, a quiet weight to the moment. Then, Bucky gave Lucasâs shoulder a soft squeeze, his tone light but carrying an unmistakable note of resolve.Â
âNow,â he murmured, a hint of mischief flickering in his eyes, âgo apologize to your mom and get yourself cleaned up. Youâve given her enough to worry about for one day.â
Ă Ă Ă Ă
The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the clearing as the night deepened. The kids were finally asleep in their own tent, their quiet breaths rising and falling in a rhythm of exhaustion and dreams. You stayed by the fire, arms wrapped around yourself, lost in thought as you watched the flames dance.
Bucky came up behind you, draping a blanket over your shoulders and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. You smiled up at him, warmth spreading through you beyond the blanket.
âThank you,â you murmured, reaching for his hand. âFor what you did for Lucas today.â
Bucky shook his head, brushing it off. âItâs nothing,â he said softly, settling down beside you. But as he looked into the fire, a quiet chuckle escaped him, his eyes crinkling with a mix of disbelief and something almost⊠tender.
You turned to him, curiosity in your gaze. âWhat are you thinking about?â
He glanced at you, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his eyes still reflecting the firelight. âHe called me âDad,ââ he said, voice soft with wonder.
You nodded, your own smile widening. âHe did.â
Buckyâs eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he leaned back. âThink thatâs going to cost me the dad fee?â
You laughed, a warm sound that felt like it belonged to the night. Bucky grinned, clearly pleased to lighten the mood, and his hand found yours as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the fire crackling as the stars watched over.
After a moment, Buckyâs gaze softened, and he leaned in, closing the space between you with a look of pure adoration. His hand cradled your face as his lips brushed against yours, warm and lingering.
Just as you melted into the kiss, a small voice pierced the quiet.
âOh, wow. Seriously? Now?â
You and Bucky broke apart to find Lucas standing outside his tent, hands on his hips and an exaggerated look of exasperation on his face. âGuys, itâs, like, bedtime. Some of us are trying to sleep here without⊠that in our minds.â
You stifled a laugh, and Bucky sighed, glancing at the sky as if asking for patience. âWhat do you need, kid?â
Lucas rolled his eyes dramatically. âWell, I was going to the bathroom, but now Iâm scarred for life. So thanks for that,â he added with a smirk, gesturing toward the trees. âIâll be backâtry to keep it PG, alright?â
With that, he turned and shuffled off, muttering loud enough for you to hear, âCanât believe I had to see that.â
When he was out of earshot, Bucky shook his head, chuckling softly. âThat kidâŠâ
You bit back a grin, leaning into him with a sigh. âSo, where were we?â
Bucky pulled you close, a smirk on his lips. âSomewhere between dad fees and permanent interruptions, I think.â
Ă Ă Ă ĂÂ
Back home a few days later.
It was a quiet evening, and Bucky had been waiting for the right moment, nerves humming beneath his calm exterior. Lucas was sprawled out on the living room floor, building a small LEGO fortress, completely focused. Bucky took a deep breath, gathering himself, and then sat down next to Lucas, watching him for a moment before speaking.
âHey, bud,â Bucky said softly, ruffling Lucasâs hair.
Lucas looked up, his face lighting up. âHey, Bucky! Want to help me with the fortress? Itâs almost done.â
Bucky chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âMaybe in a sec, kiddo. I actually wanted to talk to you about something⊠something important.â
âOkay⊠whatâs up?â Lucas tilted his head, curiosity sparking in his eyes.
Bucky took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.
âSo⊠Iâve been thinking about your mom,â he began, his voice gentle. âShe means everything to me, Lucas. You know that, right?â
Lucas nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. âYeah, I know. She loves you, too.â
Bucky swallowed, his heart pounding a little harder as he reached out, resting a hand on Lucasâs shoulder. âWell, I was wondering⊠how would you feel if I asked her to marry me?â
Lucasâs eyes went wide, his mouth falling open in surprise. He looked down, taking it in, before glancing back up at Bucky with a raised eyebrow.
âYou mean⊠youâd be my dad?â he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of sass. âLike, officially? Youâre not just trying to get a tax break or something, right?â
Bucky laughed, the tension easing out of him a bit. âNo, not for a tax break, kid. I genuinely want to be there for you and your mom. I want us to be a family.â
Lucas stared at him for a long moment, his face scrunched up in thought. Then, with a small, knowing smirk, he said, âSo⊠youâre asking me for permission? Wow, you must really like us.â
Bucky chuckled, ruffling Lucasâs hair again.Â
âYeah, I am. Itâs important to me that youâre okay with this. Youâre the most important person in her life, and if weâre gonna be a family⊠I want you to know that youâre part of this decision.â
Buckyâs eyes widened, like heâd just been struck by the weight of Lucasâs words. For a moment, he could only stare, his heart swelling with an unexpected, overwhelming sense of joy. He felt a lump form in his throat, and before he could say anything, he pulled Lucas into a tight hug, holding him close.
Lucasâs face softened, and after a brief pause, he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Buckyâs neck in a tight hug.Â
"You don't have to ask," Lucas whispered, his sass melting to something sincere, "I already know you're my dad."
As he closed his eyes, a tear slipped down his cheek, but he didnât care. âThank you, Lucky,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âThat means more than you know.â
When they finally pulled back, Lucas wiped his eyes, his grin returning with a mischievous edge. âBut⊠you still have to do it right. Like, you know, get down on one knee and everything. And maybe a big sign that says, âWill you marry me?â in case you mess up your words.â
Bucky laughed, nodding. âOh, donât worry. Iâm going all out. Your mom deserves the best.â
Lucas nodded, looking proud. âGood. She does. And you better not make her cry⊠unless theyâre the good kind of tears. Otherwise, Iâll have to come after you.â
Bucky chuckled. âOnly happy tears, kiddo. I promise.â
Lucas gave him a firm nod, his eyes sparkling. âGood then itâs settled. Now, are you going to help me finish this fortress, or are you too busy planning your big proposal?â
Bucky grinned, feeling the last of his nerves slip away as he settled beside Lucas, picking up a LEGO piece.Â
âAlright, kiddo, letâs finish this fortress. Gotta make sure itâs strong enough to withstand all the big plans Iâm about to set in motion.â
Lucas gave a mock-serious nod. âGood idea. Wouldnât want you bailing on me halfway through.â
Bucky chuckled, nudging him gently. âHey, Iâm in this for the long haul. Fortress-building included.â
They both settled back down to work, side by side, focused on finishing the fortress together, each piece clicking into place as easily as their bond had over time.
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Chapter 5 [Draft]
Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader
CW:
Inspired by @circeyoru âs âFuture Power Coupleâ
[MasterlistđŠâšïž]
It was supposed to be a peacefulâboringâday. You yawned and stretched your arms above your head, feeling the tension in your muscles ease as you walked back from the raid you had been sent on as support by the Hunter's Association. Healing a few injuries here, casting some support spells thereâtypical stuff. A cozy evening of spoiling your children at your Gardens awaited, and maybe youâd even treat yourself to some well-deserved rest.
You let your guard down for just a moment, something you rarely did outside your domain. And perhaps, you shouldnât have.
The first thing that went wrong was the collision. You hadnât even sensed anyone nearby, which should have been impossible. Your senses were too sharp, finely tuned from years of surviving the systemâs trials.
The second thing that went wrong was that you stumbled backward from the impactâan almost absurd realization, given your strength and agility.
You couldâve been able to catch yourself immediately, but before you could react, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you.
The thirdâand most unsettlingâthing was the face that came into view as you were pulled flush against the person. Your eyes shot up, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. Stormy grey eyes stared down at you, too close, too familiar.
There, standing before you with an unreadable expression, was Sung Jinwoo.
Your mind went blank for a split second before you quickly masked your surprise with a polite smileâa customer service smile, the one you used to deal with awkward situations. What the hell was this situation? A K-drama plot twist? You fought the urge to groan. There was no way he would recognize you. You had worked hard to stay anonymous, to keep your involvement in his life strictly hidden. This was just an unfortunate run-in, surelyâ
And just as you were about to step away, you felt itâthe familiar tug in the back of your mind.
<Fancy meeting you here, Trial Player!>
Damnit, you cursed internally, your blood running cold.
"'Trial Player,' huh?â Jinwooâs voice was calm, almost casual, but there was a dangerous curiosity in his tone. The strange glint in his once stormy eyes, now glowing in a sharp blue, set your nerves on edge. âInteresting title.â
Of course, the system wasnât done. It never was.
[Dear Trial Player, (Name).Â
Be careful not to spill your secret to Player Sung Jinwoo,Â
else you may find the penalty... quite costly.]
[To not disrupt the predestined events of this world too much, things that should be kept a secret by the Trial Player include:Â
- True originÂ
- Prior knowledge of this world.]
[Reminder to watch your words, Trial Player.]
You swallowed hard, mind racing. You were treading on dangerous ground. The glint in Jinwooâs eyes wasnât the detached curiosity of someone stumbling upon a stranger; it was the look of a predator that had cornered his prey.
âItâs⊠complicated,â you managed to say, trying to buy yourself some time as you mentally sorted through your options.
âI have time.â His voice was as calm as ever, but the weight behind those words made it clearâhe wasnât going anywhere, wasnât going to let you go, until you explained yourself. And of course, he had. You knew his schedule better than anyone elseâYou hold back wince; you sounded like a stalker just now.
 His eyes never left yours, and the weight of his stare was almost suffocating.
Your eyes darted around the street. Too open. Too public. If you were going to spill even a fraction of the truth, you needed privacy. â...Follow me,â you said, steeling your nerves. There was no escaping this encounter now, but at the very least, you could control where the conversation would take place.
Jinwooâs lips quirked up in the barest hint of a smile, as if heâd already won. He let you go, didnât ask questions, didnât press you furtherâjust nodded, as if he had expected nothing less than your cooperation. He fell into step beside you, his presence both comforting and unnerving at the same time.
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You sat across from Sung Jinwoo in a small, secluded cafĂ©, your fingers nervously tracing the edge of your cup. It was peaceful here, or at least it was supposed to be. The gentle hum of conversation, the scent of freshly brewed coffeeâunder any other circumstance, this would be the perfect place to relax.
But the man sitting in front of you wasnât just any ordinary guy. He was Sung Jinwoo, and not the E-rank, sweetly awkward and adorable version of him you once quietly helped. No, this was the Jinwoo who had been through hell and back, the one who had grown stronger, and the one who was currently giving you the most piercing stare you had ever been given in your whole life.
You werenât afraid of him, but you werenât naĂŻve enough to think this would be an easy conversation, either.
God, why couldnât it be the E-rank him? At least that Jinwoo wouldnât be giving you this much of a hard time.
[Choose your words carefully, Trial Player.]
You clenched your jaw at the system's ever-helpful reminder.
Jinwoo was watching you intently, sipping his coffee as he waited for your answer. His questions were understandableâhe was the protagonist of this world, after allâbut each answer felt like walking a tightrope, balancing half-truths and white lies. Years of surviving in this world had changed you, turned you into someone far more cautious and guarded than the girl who had first been dropped into the dungeon all those years ago. But you hadnât expected to have to use those skills on him of all people.
âLook,â you started, choosing your words carefully. âThere are things I canât tell youâthings Iâm not allowed to tell you.â
His eyebrow raised slightly, though he pushed further on that matter, for now.
âThis âTrial Playerâ business. What does that mean?â
You bit your lip, carefully considering your next words. You had to walk a fine line here. âI had a role to play before you became the systemâs player. A trial run of sorts.â
His eyes narrowed slightly. âSo, you were meant to take my place?â
âNo.â Your response was immediate, a bit too sharp, perhaps, but you needed him to understand that. âI was never meant to take your place. I was⊠a beta tester for the system. Nothing more.â
Jinwooâs gaze bore into you, as if weighing the truth of your words. The silence stretched, tense and heavy, until he finally spoke again. âAnd now?â
âI... donât know.â The only truth you let slip.
âI suppose youâve been watching me for a while now,â
Your heart skipped a beat. So, he did know?
As if knowing what you wanted, Jinwoo then mentioned the system. Apparently, his system had become unnecessarily chattyâand vagueâabout you after his awakening. You shouldnât have been surprised. Just because the system hadnât forbidden you from helping Jinwoo in small ways didnât mean it would keep your actions secret forever.
âPaying the hospital bills,â he continued, his eyes locked onto yours. âItems arriving at my door when I needed them. Heals when there was nobody around.â
Your customer-service smile faltered, a tiny fraction at the edges of your lips. He had figured it out. There was no point in denying it. â...Yes.â
You were out of your depth now, there was no turning back.
"So," Jinwoo leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours, "how long have you been helping me?"
Your fingers twitched. "For a while now," you answered, purposefully vague. Not a lie.
"Years, then."
You nodded, biting back the urge to say more. He didn't need the specifics.
"And why?" His gaze was steady, but there was a flicker of something behind itâcuriosity, maybe, but also wariness.
You had expected that question, but it didnât make it any easier to answer. Why had you helped him? The official answer was because he was the protagonist of this world. But deep down, it was more than that. You admired himâhis strength, his perseverance, and the way he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders without complaint. Somewhere along the way, admiration had blurred into something deeper, something more personal.
"I just... wanted to help," you said softly, your fingers tightening around the cup in your hands. âThe system... didnât give me much of a choice from the moment it chose me as the trial player. And perhaps it had turned a blind eye; helping youâit felt right." Another half-truth, but still rooted in reality.
Jinwoo studied you for a long moment, his gaze intense. You could almost feel the gears turning in his mind, trying to figure out whether you were a threat or an ally. He didnât press further, which was almost worse. Silence stretched between you, heavy with unsaid words and unanswered questions. You wished you could explain everything, tell him the truth without the system suffocating you in response, but you couldnât. So, you settled for half-truths and hoped they would be enough.
Then, out of nowhere, the conversation took a turn.
âLetâs keep it that way then,â Jinwooâs voice was casual, almost too casual, âyouâre joining my party.â
Your mind screeched to a halt. âWait, what?â
âI said,â he repeated, leaning forward slightly, âyouâre joining my party.â There was something in his tone that left no room for argument, but it didnât make any sense. Jinwoo had always been the lone wolf. Solo raids were his thing. He didnât need healers anymoreânot with his own incredible healing factor.
âNoââ
âIâm not asking.â And you berated yourself once again for being weak to his eyes, especially the current glowing ones. That beautiful, beautiful blue hue.
âWhy? I mean, you donât need me.â
Jinwooâs eyes narrowed slightly, catching onto the strange phrasing, and you suddenly felt the invisible tightness around your throat. Watch your words, Trial Player, the systemâs voice echoed in your mind, a third reminder today that made your blood pressure spike every damn time.
The system wasnât just blocking you from outright saying it; it was suffocating you, a warning wrapped in discomfort. You cursed yourself internally.
Jinwoo answer interrupted your thoughts, âLetâs just say⊠Iâm curious. About you.â
Oh. Oh. What did you expect? This wasnât about your healing abilities. He was suspicious of you. He knew something was off, and now he was keeping you closeâkeep your friends close, and your enemies closer, and all that.
But you werenât his enemy, were you?
You opened your mouth to argue further, but just as you were about to speak, the system chimed in again.
<You have been invited to join Player Sung Jinwooâs party.
Trial Player (Name) cannot refuse this offer.
Would you like to accept?
{Yes}>
You internally screamed. Seriously?
"...I guess I donât have a choice, do I?" You said, your cheeks were starting to hurt from forcing a smile throughout this conversation as you selected the only option on the screen.
Jinwoo smiled faintly, though it didnât quite reach his eyes. "No, you donât."
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After discussing the details for your future joint raids, you watched Jinwooâs back as he turned to leave, you couldnât help but feel a sinking sense of dread. You were trapped. Whatever game the system and Jinwoo were playing, you were caught in the middle. And now you were officially part of his party.
You sighed, slumping back into your chair. It was supposed to be a peaceful day. You shouldâve known better.
[So, how have you been? ~]
âShut it.â
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Datenight [George Clarkey]
Summary: George and Y/N go on a date, without any of their friends knowing they're dating. Or do some of them?
Wordcount: 1k
Warnings: sexual innuendos and alcohol, other than that it's fine
Based on this request, as a response to neat :)
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It wasnât the first time they were out in public for a date, and they were close enough friends for it to not be seen as one. It was, however, the first time they were out in Central London, where any of their friends could decide to go to the exact restaurant they were sitting in the corner of.Â
âIâm glad weâre doing this. That weâre able to just have some time together, going out, that we can have dinner together,â she says, looking at the man in front of her. âWell, Iâd hope so, itâd be unfortunate if we went to dinner and we couldnât eat,â he jokes, making her roll her eyes with a fond smile. âYou know what I mean. Iâm really happy to be with you,â she just says, making him smile. He reaches over, their hands on top of each other on the table. His thumb softly grazes her hand. âIâm really happy to be with you, too.â
They spend their first and second courses simply talking, joking around, looking at each other. Of course, it wasnât a date night without some shameless flirting. George looked extremely handsome in his black button-up, and god, the short sleeves made his arms look extremely good. She had to keep herself from looking at them, the same way George had to remind himself not to stare too long. She was wearing a tight-fitting, white, off-shoulder top, and god, he wants her to never wear anything else ever again.Â
As they were waiting for their dessert, their cheeks were a bit flushed from the wine as they giggled together. George lets out a content sigh, leaning back to look at her. âYou know, I know I donât say it a lot, but youâre an incredible person. A good shag too, if I may say so myself,â he jokes, making her giggle again as his expression softens. âSeriously, though. Iâm really glad this is working out for us, youâre one of the best things to happen to me,â he quietly admits. She smiles at him, taking his hand thatâs resting on the table. âIâm really glad, too, George. I wouldnât want to be here with anyone else,â she says, making a small smile appear on his face as he shyly looks down. A comfortable silence falls over them, the couple simply enjoying each otherâs company and the shared feelings between them. âIâm staying at yours, right?â She breaks the silence right as dessert is served. They both thank the waiter before continuing their conversation, âYeah, the boys went out and would stay at Arthurâs, they said, telling me Iâll have the house to myself after ten,â George answers, grabbing his phone as she nods. âThis looks so good. So youâre telling me we could've had a cosy night in without the boys?â She teases opening the camera app. She looks up to find Georgeâs pointed at her. âWhat?!â George laughs at her reaction, âJust capturing your love for food. You look good, you look pretty. Happy.â She blushes at his comment, reluctantly taking a picture of her plate. âWhich one did you get again?â She asks, looking over. âUh, the crĂšme brĂ»lĂ©e,â he says, as she takes another picture of both plates together, commenting how good it looks. He smiles, looking at her adoringly, before briefly glancing out the window to the busy streets. She furrows her eyebrows as he sits up straighter, âIs that Arthur?!â She turns around, not immediately spotting the singer but recognizing the head of curls next to him. âOh my god, yeah, theyâre here. Should I go to the bathroom and you text me when theyâre gone? I have to go anyway,â she says, already standing up. George nods, still with a confused look on his face. âYeah, yeah, Iâll text.â
It takes less than five minutes before she gets back. âAny of them realise we were here?â She asks, pushing back her chair to sit down again. He shakes his head, taking his glass of water in his hand. âMaybe Arthur, he was looking in, but I donât think Chris or TV saw me,â he twirls his drink before taking a sip. She looks at him thoughtfully. âHey, if you want to tell them, thatâs fine with me, you know that right?â He immediately nods. âYeah, yeah, I know. I want to, eventually, but Iâm keeping you to myself for just a while longer,â she smiles at him, as he looks around again. âOh god, I just realised⊠They already think Iâm on a fucking date,â George suddenly says. âWell you are, with me.â He chuckles at her comment, âYeah, but they donât know that! I wonât hear the end of it,â he groans, making her laugh along with him. âYouâll be fine. Are we finally going to eat this? I want a bite of yours.â
Itâs nearly midnight by the time they walk back to Georgeâs. Theyâd spend a little while more drinking the last of their wine, conversation flowing effortlessly. With the alcohol, the giggling, flirting and touching all increase, and theyâre walking back leaning against each other, fingers laced together. âIâm glad we have the flat to ourselves, itâd be a long night if I had to go spend the night by myself,â George whispers, kissing her cheek. She giggles, turning to look him in the eye. âHmm. Luckily we donât have to think about that, because Iâll be yours tonight and every other moment of the day for the foreseeable future,â George giggles along, pulling them to stop. They giggle as he kisses her, their bodies completely together, almost forgetting where they are. She innocently smiles at him, âCâmon, letâs get to yours,â she whispers. When they arrive, they quickly make their way to Georgeâs bedroom, too indulged by each other to think about anything else. Their phones are completely disregarded on his bedside table, neither of them looking at it until later that morning. George checks his texts for the first time as Y/N is doing her morning routine after their shower, to see one from his roommate.Â
From: Arthur Hill
saw you and y/n having dinner last night, looking cosy ;) swayed arthur and chris the other way, they donât have a clue. happy for you two, george. xÂ
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Ending 2: Megatron
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Optimus Prime Ending, Elita Ones Ending, B-127 Ending, Bonus+ Deadlocks Ending
TF1!Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!Reader
Y/N was at the former miners' sleeping quarters. Full of so many memories as they stood and stared at Megatron's former place of sleeping. They stand there for a little longer as they then take a knee. Bowing their head as soon as tears flow out of their optics as they close them.
*Flashback-
Once at the mines with Orion the two walk and start to get the tools needed for work as they walk deeper inside. Elita can be heard in the background calling for Orion. He says his goodbye and walks over to Elita. Y/N wasnât paying attention and they bump into someone taller
âOh sorry âbout that. Wasnât paying attention to my steps.â
âHeh it's all good. I see you were talking to Orion there. He didnât get you in trouble did he?â
âNot really, more like I got him out of trouble. Oh uhh Iâm Y/N. Iâm a new miner for the team.â
âOh, I'm D-16. But you can call me D. Iâm Orions friend. Welcome to your new team Y/N.â The two shake cervos as they smile at each other. The two then start walking to the others with their tools
âThanks, happy to be here.â
âSo if you don't mind me asking. Why did they move you to work here.â
âWell I didnât get along really well with the others and my boss got tired of it. But Iâm a strong bot who can take orders and know how to carry even the hardest of missions!â D would chuckle and pats their back as his other arm continues to carry the mining tool
âThatâs perfect Y/N. I think me and you will get along just fine.â
*Flashback end-
As they stood up and was about to turn they open their optics and see a chest stopping their self and falling back. The bots arm and cervo going around them and catching them. They look up at the Bot seeing itâs Megatron. Having sneaked back in here to come find Y/N
âMegatronâŠ..â they whispered in almost fear
âY/NâŠdidnât think youâd come back hereâŠto pay..Respect.â His cervo was on their waist after catching them. His cervo then squeezed their waist a bit as he brings them a little closer
âTell me. Why arenât you Fighting Back?â His optics narrow frowning a bit more. Y/N stays quiet for a moment before speaking
âWellâŠYou obviously have the âhigher groundâ then me. And I donât wish to fight my former friend. Even if he might be dead..You still look too much like him. Your fight is with Optimus..Not me.â They stare up at him with furrowed optics as Megatron would stare down at them before gently holding and lifting their chin to look at him more so their helm is more up their face fully facing him.
Their cervos placed on his arm to try to keep some distant
âJoin meâŠ.And we will never have to fightâŠYou didnât betray me as the others did. But let me tell you. If you donât then the next time we see each other once more. Will not end well for you. And I do not wish to ruin..My Last HopeâŠ..â
Their optics widen as they look at him. Their cervos clenching but after a second they put their cervos on his shoulder and bows their head to him. Closing their optics.
âMegatronâŠ.Iâll join you. And help the causeâŠ.â As they were about to open their optics right as Megatron kissed them on the lips.
They looked at him surprised as he held to them tighter. His optics closed. They would kiss back closing their optics as the two stay in each others embrace. At peace with their now new path. Megatron soon placing his cervo on the back of their helm, pulling them a bit closer into the kiss. Both of their sparks in their chests soon start glowing between the two. Almost lighting the dark room.
âŠ.soâŠ.yâall like?
#transformers one#transformers one x reader#x reader#transformers#transformers x reader#d 16 x reader#transformers one Megatron#transformers megatron#megatron x reader#megatron#tf one megatron
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nothing will make you realize how broken, and how bad, the sims 4 gameplay is quicker than trying to play the sims 4 without mods.
#it feels like they're dumber than they were before the patch#not in terms of autonomy - i keep that off for active sims#because if you don't turn it off they just ignore everything you tell them to do#and cancel every action you queue#but in terms of like how they go about doing things#got a sim who was sitting and talking to someone and i had them ask that sim to duel - spellcasters ya know#and he said he couldn't route to a place to do it#so i got him to stand up and immediately clicked to ask again#he sat down before talking and asked and repeated the no routing thing#the other sim is standing btw it's not like he's sitting to join in a convo#over and over - no matter how far away from the chairs i had him move he went and sat down to ask the question#and being sat down for somereason made him unable to route to an open space to duel#the second he stayed standing up and asked - it was fine#and just now i had a sim get up after eating to wash the dish - i canceled that out cause he really needed to pee#and i had use the bathroom queued up#insteaed of put the dish down and go to the toilet he put the dish down#then went back to the dining room to sit down#nd then got up and waddled his ass to the bathroom now so desperate he's doing the pissy boy walk#and there's the long standing issue where if you select a social interaction with a sim who is walking#instead of stopping or your sim just going to where they are when they're done travelling#they get to where they were going and then route back to where they were when you selected the social interactions#and unrelated to all of this - my sim is a child and needs to make three child sim friends#he's made five#but because he has the incredibly friendly reward trait they skip friends and become good friends#this doesn't count for the aspiration
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Guard Dog vol. II
jason todd x fem!reader
aka donât fuck with jasonâs gf pt. II
3 in 1 blurbs
warnings: mild standard gotham violence, in the 3rd section: attempted sexual assault and panicky thoughts afterwards from reader
âSweetheart, this isâŠnot good.â
You turn your head over to him, where heâs frowning, hands on his hips as he inspects your bedroom window.
You tilt your head, looking it over from your place on the couch. âWhatâs wrong with it?â
He sighs, âWell for one, the lock is broken. But even if it werenât, this thing would be so easy to break.â
âItâs the lock the place came with.â You shrug. At least it has a lock. In Gotham thatâs kind of asking a lot.
âYeah, I can tell.â He frowns at the window once again, moving over to stand behind the couch. âIâm getting you better locks.â He looks to you, âI can install them tomorrow?â
You tilt your head up to look at him, âYou donât need to get me new locks, JayâŠâ
âOkay.â He kisses your head, âIâm getting them.â
You sigh in defeat, though your smile makes it lose its credibility. âTomorrowâs fine. I assume youâre staying the night, then?â
He makes his way to the kitchen as he says, âWell, Iâm not leaving you alone here with this piece of shit the only thing between you and Gotham.â
âIâve lived here for two years.â You say flatly.
âDonât remind me.â He mumbles as he moves behind the counter. âActually, your door chainâs broken too, isnât it?â It is, but thatâs his own fault.
You had a long day a couple weeks ago and had a very long, very hot shower the second you got home. Unfortunately, it had slipped your mind to text him that you were home safe and heâd broken through the chain in one try to make sure you were okay.
You hum, âIt wasnât doing much anyways.â Clearly.
He grimaces as he heats up the stove for dinner.
You laugh lightly, âWhat?â
He looks back at you with a frankly adorable frown, âI donât like that.â
Youâd never thought much of it. You hadnât had anyâwell, manyâproblems living here before, and you still had your deadbolt and handle lock.
âItâs okay. Iâm safe here.â
He looks like he strongly disagrees. He comes back over, sitting next to you, taking your face in his hands. âWill you please let me set up some security measures around here?â
âDid Jason Todd just say please?â You say in faux-shock.
He rolls his eyes at you, âIâm serious.â
You sigh, contemplatively. âI donât want my apartment looking like the Home Alone set.â
He laughs at that, âItâs not going to. You wonât even notice most of them. Just do it for me, please?â
âIâll agree, but only because I know youâre going to do it anyways and Iâd like to pretend I have control over this.â Thatâs not true, youâd agree to literally anything if he said please that sweetly again, but thatâs your business.
âFair enough.â He smiles, kissing your cheek.
No, itâs not fair at all.
Itâs late. Youâre not even sure how late but the city has calmed from its usual noises, indicating that your boyfriend will be home soon.
Youâre coming up heavy on cramps tonight and according to the mockingly empty spot in your medicine cabinet, youâre out of ibuprofen. Yeah, itâs late, but the store on the corner is a three minute walk and fuck your stomach hurts. Jason wouldnât like it if you went out without telling him though, so maybe you should wait untilâ
The sound of the living room window sliding open breaks you away from your thoughts, followed by a clatter of something hitting the ground.
You walk back into the dimly lit room, finding your boyfriend sliding the window shut again, holsters abandoned on the ground. He turns and collapses onto the couch face first, body immediately gone limp.
âHey, baby.â You bite back a laugh, coming over to rub his muscled back from behind the couch. He groans into the cushion in response. âWhy donât you go get in bed?â
He hums almost imperceptibly, sitting up and rubbing his eyes roughly with his palms.
He stands and takes your hand in his as he passes by, tugging you towards the bedroom. The deep ache in your abdomen reminds you of your earlier train of thought. You pull your hand back, stopping in your tracks.
He turns back to you with a frown, wanting to know what could possibly be getting in his way of falling asleep, holding you close.
âI gotta go pick up some ibuprofen. Iâll be right back.â You say quietly, not wanting to disturb the quietness of the night for him. His frown deepens as you head towards the door, watching you.
Youâve got your purse in hand and are reaching for the handle when you hear his footsteps following in suit. âHey, itâs okay. Stay here, Iâm just going to the 24 hour store on the corner.â
He shakes his head, âYouâre not going out in Gotham alone at two in the morning. Put your coat on, itâs cold.â
You do as youâre told, shrugging the coat on as you glance over at him. âJason, itâs okay. Youâre exhausted, go to sleep.â
He ignores you, throwing a sweatshirt on to cover up his armor, and follows you out the door; albeit far more sluggish than usual.
He was right though, the night air is bitter and slaps your face with every step forward you take. He lingers a few steps behind you, honest to god almost falling asleep mid step a couple times.
Frankly, youâre not even sure what kind of fight heâd be able to put up in this state. Though, heâs surprised you plenty of times before. In any case, his head snaps up every time thereâs any sign of movement around, instantly on alert.
He trails behind you as you browse through the narrow aisles, hands stuffed in his sweatshirt.
As youâre standing at the store counter paying, his neck is craned forward, resting on your shoulder. You rub soothing circles into his hand with your thumb, though youâre sure itâs not doing anything to help his exhaustion.
Youâre walking back home, the bite of the air a bit more forgiving in this direction. Thereâs another man walking down the sidewalk approaching, hands in pocket.
Jasonâs too tired to bother with subtlety, glaring directly at the passerby before he could even think of trying anything. And it works, because the guy averts his gaze real quick and speeds up past you.
He continues working at his post from just behind you all the way until youâre back inside your apartment.
He takes the medicine container out of his pocket and cracks it open for you, wordlessly filling up a glass of water after. You gulp down a couple of the pills, and he takes the glass and bottle out of your hand the second youâre done, setting them on the counter.
He turns to you, eyes barely open, mumbling, âCan we sleep now?â
You smile at his fatigued state and take his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
Your neighbor likes you. You know it, Jason knows it.
The worst heâd done was flirt with you, badly, and shut his mouth real quick whenever your boyfriend emerged from your apartment.
And Jason let that go; he knows better than anybody that youâre heavenly and sweet and clever, of course this fucking guy likes you. Jason set an unspoken rule with himself, that he wonât get violent with any guys unless they put their hands on you. Something he knows for absolute fact your neighbor has not done.
At least he hadnât until a couple of hours ago. Youâd been in the hallway at the mailslots, your boyfriend nowhere in sight, when he decided it was the perfect time to make a move. Make several moves, actually.
Youâre sitting on the couch, knees to chest, still trying to wrap your mind wround what had happened when Jason sees you. You stopped crying a while ago and youâve entered the phase ofâŠwell. That happened.
Your hear keys jingling outside the door, followed by your boyfriend's entrance. Heâs carrying some grocery bags and has a book tucked under his chin.
He lets the bags slide off his arms, and sets the book on the counter with them, beaming, âYouâre never gonna guess what bââ His smile drops when he sees you. âWhatâs wrong?â
You shake your head, âNothing.â But your blinking feels off all of a sudden, and you canât remember what you usually do with your face when youâre not lying. It doesnât matter though, you could be an academy award winning actress and youâre still sure Jason would be able to see right through you with a single glance.
He frowns, âDonât lie to me.â He moves towards you, kneeling down in front of you. âPlease. Whatâs wrong?â His eyes are worried now, more than usual.
You donât want him to worry about this. He already worries about you too much and heâs got all his vigilante stuff andâŠyou just want to believe that this is a manageable situation and not a problem. Not something that affected you.
âItâs justâŠitâs not a big deal, okay? I can handle itââ
His posture stiffens and his voice suddenly goes low and serious, âWhat happened?â
You know where this is going. âJason. Promise me you wonât do anything.â
His brow furrows, and his frown turns to something closer to anger. âDid someone put their hands on you? Who?â
âJasonââ
âWho did it?â
âThe neighbor, bââ he immediately snaps to a stand and starts towards the door. You hurry to grab onto his hand before he can escape your proximity, âJason. Please donât.â
The break in your voice is enough to make his rage falter and turn back around to face you.
âBaby, if he touched youââ His eyes are pleading, begging you to let him go take care of this. If not for you, then for him.
âIt wasnâtâhe didnât do anything. He didnât get to. I hit him and he backed off.â Which isâŠsort of true.
He stares at you. âIn the hallway?â
You blink. ââŠYeah?â
He takes off towards the bedroom wordlessly. You follow quickly on his tail, watching him sit on the edge of your bed, opening his computer and clicking through it quickly.
You slide over next to him, and see that he's pulling up a file under the name of your building and todayâs date. It takes you two seconds too long to realize what heâs doing, the thought only sinking in right as you see the hallway security camera footage on the screen.
âJasonââ you try to close the computer but he bats your hand away.
He forwards through the footage, as you scramble trying and failing to reach past him, various building occupants coming in and out of frame rapidly.
ââplease just listen to me.â But he did listen to you, and he heard that someone tried to hurt you. That was all he needed to hear.
He stops when he sees you enter the frame, watching closely. He sees you flipping through the mail. He sees your neighbor slither out of his apartment and stand far too close to you. You take a step back only to be met with two steps forward by him. He says something to you, probably asking where your boyfriend is.
The angle doesnât show his face, but it does see yours, and you look incredibly uncomfortable. You donât answer him, which evidently was enough of an answer in itself.
Your neighbor tries to brush some of your hair out of your face but you snap your head away, stumbling back a little. He uses your lack of balance as an âexcuseâ to grab onto your waist, pulling you close to him.
Your hands are out in front of you and youâre shaking your head as he pushes towards you. His lips land on your neck and you try to move backwards, but he grabs your wrists and holds you in place.
You fight against his grip, and upon realizing that your struggling doesnât matter to him at all, you dig your nails into his wrists so hard you draw blood. He groans in pain and his grip on you loosens.
You snap your hands away and push yourself away, locking yourself in your apartment. Your neighbor lingers for a moment, shouting something at the door before trudging back into his apartment and slamming the door.
Jason snaps the laptop shut, coming to a stand once again. His fists clinch at his sides. âThat was not nothing.â
No, it wasnât. But you feel so helpless right now. You sure as hell felt it in the hallway, and it keeps lingering in you and youâre not sure why. You couldnât do anything then, you canât do anything nowâŠit feels like all the bad things in the world are closing in on you and you just have to let it happen.
âIâŠI donât want anyone to die because of meâŠâ your words arenât quite matching your thoughts, but this is the closest you can get right now.
He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed. âItâsâitâs not because of you. Itâs because of him. Baby, if I were on patrol and saw him grab some other girl like that Iâd do the same thing.â
You know that. You know that. But communication seems impossible right now even though itâs the only tool you have to stop things from closing in.
âNo, I know that. I knowâŠitâs justâŠâ Things are closing in anyways. Alright, this is happening now. Your eyes start watering and your voice trembles.
âFuck, baby.â His hand flies to the back of your head, other arm wrapping around your middle, pulling you to him.
You feel a bit silly, crying over the potential death of someone who tried to hurt you, in front of the Red Hood of all people.
âIâm sorry, IâI donât know. Itâsâitâs too many bad things. I canâtâŠâ
âOkay. Okay. Itâs okay. Iâll stay here. Iâm staying here with you, okay?â You nod into his chest, tears dampening his shirt.
This is a temporary solution, you know that even now. But you think once it expires, it might be easier to accept whatever Jasonâs going to do later.
Heâs quiet for a few minutes, holding you in his arms as you sway back and forth lightly.
âWill you forgive me if I kill him?â He whispers into your hair.
You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. âDonât.â
âIs that a yes?â
You pull back to look him in the eyes, face setting. âIâm getting the feeling youâre going to do something regardless of how this conversation ends.â He says nothing. âJust, please, donât kill him.â
He holds you tighter and you do the same, laying your head against his chest again. You feel him press a kiss to your head as he takes a deep breath.
You think on it for a moment, figuring it needs saying, âAnd donât get in trouble.â
Your neighbor comes home late that night, trudging through the front door with a perpetual frown. He opens the door to his notably unlocked apartment. He drops his bag on the ground with a thump and flicks on the lamp next to the door. He shuts the door and turns the lock when the red elephant in the room pipes up.
âHey, bud.â
He jumps, spinning around, âWho the fuckâoh, shit.â He freezes the second he sees him, sitting in the armchair across the room. The Red Hood nods, loading the gun in his hand.
Your neighbor stutters, âWhatâwhat are you doing here?â
He looks up at him, cocking the gun. âYou put your hands on your neighbor, yeah?â
He looks fake-shocked at the accusation. âWhat? No, I would neâwhich neighbor?â
He canât see it, but Hoodâs face drops into a deadpan. âThat is really not helping your case.â
Your neighbor eyes the gun nervously.
Hood sighs, âIâm not going to kill you. Iâve been told itâs bad manners to execute someone the first time you meet.â He glances down the nail marks on his arm and steels his jaw. âNo. Whatâs going to happen is youâre going to break your lease and move out. Within the next week.â
The neighbors eyes widen, âA week? Are you insane?â
Hood tilts his head a bit before shaking it, âNah, youâre right. By tomorrow night.â
âThis is my apartment. I live here, Iâm not going anywhere. And unless youâre secretly Saul the landlord under there, you canât do anything about it.â He crosses his arms, clearly feeling very proud of himself. Well, killing him isnât the only option, is it?
Hood stands, making his way across the room casually. âYeah, I thought youâd say that.â He clocks him hard on the head with the frame of his gun. He goes down quickly and loudly, clutching his head, groaning. âThe alternative is getting beaten half to death and hoping whatever hospital you end up at knows what theyâre doing.â
Honestly, neighbor boy is pressing his luck as is. Maybe it was a bad idea for Jason to bring the gun.
âFuck! Fine! Iâll go!â He wails.
Hood kicks his abdomen with the side of his boot, though not nearly as hard as he wanted to. âShut up. Youâll disturb the neighbors.â
The neighbor groans again, quieter. He mumbles something about Hood being crazy but it gets lost under the grunts of pain.
Hood crouches down next to him, patting him on the head with the barrel of his gun. âDonât worry, bud. Iâll check up on you. And if I ever see you so much as look in the general direction of another girl Iâll put a bullet in your head. Sound good?â
Your former neighbor drops his head to the ground, hand still clutching the growing swell on his forehead.
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The frustration that Satoru feels when he completely stops seeing you as just one of his best friends.
Youâre so pretty, modeling the dress youâll be wearing on your date with some guy who probably dims in comparison to you. Suguru says you should try the outfit without the cardigan, so you take it off for a second and do a little 360 for the trio. Shoko gasps when she sees the lacy details that were hidden by the coat and Suguru claps in validation. âYouâre so gonna get some.â
Satoru just watches, cheek resting in his fist as he half listens to the little debate between Shoko and Suguru. Itâs all a blur as he focuses on the one glowing in front of him.
âSatoru?â You wave your hand in front of him.
âHm?â He blinks up at you, acting like he wasn't zoned out while staring.
âTie-breaker. Coat or no coat?â
He had heard what Suguru said when you took the cardigan off. 'Youâre so gonna get some.'
He doesnât want that.
âYou should stay layered. You might get cold later.â
Suguru groans in disapproval, falling back into the couch cushion, while Shoko grins, smugly, at her small victory.
âCoat it is.â You smile, running back to the bathroom to finish getting ready.
âYou like her, huh?â Suguru asks as soon as youâre out of sight, a squint of betrayal in his eyes.
âPfft, nah. What makes you think that?â Satoru defends.
âShe asked for our opinion on the dress and you went silent," Shoko says, throwing a knowing smirk at Satoru.
âYou donât want her to get laid or something? Whyâd you vote for the granny cardigan?â Suguru adds, arms crossed over his chest.
âI want to see you take care of her when sheâs sick. I did it last time, and she was unbearable. Also,â he turns to answer Shokoâs remark, âwhat can I say? Iâve got a lot on my mind.â
âA lot of her on your mind.â Suguru nods over at you.
Satoru turns, a lucent gleam in his eyes when he sees you.
âAlright, guys. Iâll be back before-â
âDonât rush!â Shoko says, giggling at the dopey look on Satoruâs face.
Thereâs a smirk tugging on Suguruâs lips. âHave fun.â
âCall if you need me to pick you up," Satoru blurts, sitting up straight on the lounge chair he was seated in.
Shoko gasps and Suguruâs eyes go wide for a second.
âUh... sure. Will do. Love you guys, bye!â You walk past your friends, opening the front door and shutting it behind you.
Your perfume had some effect on Satoru because for some reason his heart was racing and he was unable to calm it down.
âWhat?â Satoru asks when he notices the way his friends look at him. âIâm the only one with a car here.â
âUh-huh, letâs put it that way," Shoko says, sharing a menacing look with Suguru.
â
You did end up having to call Satoru. Your date was the most annoying, insufferable person you had ever met and you weren't going to pretend like you were enjoying your time with him for the rest of the night. How can someone be so different the moment youâre alone together? You couldnât stand him, so you excused yourself from the table and went to the restroom halfway through your meal.
You called Satoru, hoping he wasn't kidding about calling him if you needed a ride home.
âHey, uh, I know this is really inconsiderate of me, but can you come pick me up from the restaurant? If you canât itâs totally fine. Iâll stay.â
âAre you okay?â
âYeah, I'm fine. It turns out I canât stand this guy.â You chuckle, your hand reaching for the sensor beneath the water faucet, the cool water running through your fingers. "He's gross and just... I don't know."
âDid he do anything to you? Are you okay? âCause, you know, I can kick his ass.â
âYou already asked me that, 'toru. Iâm okay. Heâs justâŠâ you pause, a sigh filling in the silence, â...different from what I remember. I donât know this guy.â
Satoru is already sitting in his car. The moment you asked him to pick you up, he grabbed his keys and headed for the car.
âGive me ten minutes.â
âIt takes twenty to get here.â
âToo bad. Iâm running a few red lights. Sit tight.â
âSa-â
The call ends and youâre left staring at the contact photo you have for him. You turn your screen off and stare into the mirror. You donât know if you should stay in the bathroom until Satoru gets there or if you should go back out to the man waiting for you.
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âSo, Satoru likes her, huh?â Shoko says, leaning back in the lounge chair Satoru sat in before.
âWho would have guessed? Weâve all been friends for years and heâs never looked at her like that.â
âWe should invest in some noise cancelling headphones. Who knows what could happen after tonight?â
Suguru furrows his eyebrows in confusion, so Shoko grins and demonstrates. She rocks back and forth in the old lounge chair, the chair creaking and squealing.
âOh.â Suguruâs face further scrunches. He didn't need the image of his friends doing that together, in his mind.
â
Your phone vibrates on the sink, and Satoruâs name appears on the screen when you flip it. You quickly answer the call.
âHey, iâm outside.â
âHow do I walk out of here without seeming like a bitch? I didnât think this through.â
âFirst, walk out the restaurant doors. Then, get in my car. Itâs pretty simple, honestly.â
âWe havenât paid the bill.â
âFuck it. Let him pay.â
âThatâs just wrong. Alright, iâll be out in a bit. Bye.â
âBye.â
You sum up all the courage you have and walk out of the bathroom. Once you reach the table, you pull out some cash you have just laying around in your purse, like forty-something bucks, and set it down in the middle of the table.
âHopefully thatâs enough to cover half of it.â
âWhere are you going?â Your date asks.
âTo keep it polite, I have to go. Have a good rest of your night.â
You walked out of the restaurant, immediately spotting Satoruâs blue Camaro.
The second you get in, you make yourself comfortable, removing your heels and taking down your hair from its updo.
âWhatâs wrong?â Satoru asks, when you donât say anything.
âItâs fine. This guy just wasnât the one.â
Satoruâs chest feels tight now that youâre in the car. The smell of your perfume has returned and youâre glowing in the moonlight. It makes him think of the effort you put into looking the way you do, and how you ended up having to hide in the bathroom.
âDo you wanna go home?â
Youâre looking in the sun visor mirror, bobby pins in your mouth as you fix your hair so that itâs not in your face once Satoru starts driving.
âMm⊠whatever you want to do,â you say, muffled by the pieces of metal pressing into your lips.
It wouldnât be whatever he wants to do, though. All he wants to do is kiss you, right now. Do something to soothe the ache you must be feeling.
âWhy are you acting like this?â He asks, watching you as you place another pin in your hair.
You laugh through your nose, a bobby pin still between your lips. You put it in your hair before answering.
âLike what?â You look at him while you put your seatbelt on.
âLike this doesn't bother you. You don't have to put up a front, you know? I'm not gonna laugh at you."
The metal clicks, and you fold the sun visor back up. âBecause it didnât bother me. Iâm not gonna settle for someone I hate being around."
Part of Satoru wanted this to go well for you. He wanted to see a brilliant smile on your face when you got home. So, the fact that it didnât end up that way strangely caused some heartache for him.
âDonât look so down.â You give him a kind smile and pinch his cheek. âIâm okay. Really.â
He tries to distract himself from the warmth that seeps into his cheeks from your quick gesture. âWell, I donât want to go home. Is that okay, with you?â
âWhatâs up with you?â You ask, bringing one of your legs up and folding it comfortably on the seat.
âNothing.â
You stare at him until he breaks out his contagious smile and laugh.
âReally, nothing. I just want to spend some time out tonight. Shoko and Suguru want to stay home and be couch potatoes."
You see your date walking out of the restaurant, phone against his ear. He doesnât look too defeated, but you donât want him to see you with Satoru and make any bold assumptions.
âOkay, thatâs totally fine, but can we go?â Your leg goes back down, meeting the floor mat and you turn to face the window.
Satoru analyzes your behavior and your expression. Your arms are crossed, you refuse to look in his direction again. Itâs weird compared to how you were acting two seconds ago.
âWhat?â Satoru turns to look at whatever made you shrink, and as soon as he sees him he rolls his window up. âReally?â His eyes are lidded in disappointment. Itâs not in you as a person, but in your lack of respect for yourself, choosing someone so far below your league.
âHe was nice when I first met him.â
Satoru puts the gear in reverse, backing out of the parking spot. âHe looks stupid and on top of that he acts like it, too? God.â
âI know, I know.â You lean against the car door and stare out the window.
âWhat made you think you deserved him? Honestly, I canât wrap my head around how low this is for someone like you.â
âI donât know.â
Your responses to Satoru's interrogation kept getting shorter and shorter and he realized he was beating a horse that was already down.
âYou know I care," he mumbles, breaking the heavy silence. âI donât mean to tell you who to date and who you should be with.â
âI hate this conversation. Youâre not my dad, Satoru. Itâs fine.â You sit up, back against the seat and face forward. âWhere are we, anyway?â
âI just followed a random road to see where it would lead. I donât wanna go home, but I also donât want to know where I am.â
âSo, weâre lost.â You laugh.
âHey, as long as we have phones with enough battery, weâre not really lost.â
âRight.â You grin, continuing to watch the road. You look over the steering wheel to see how much gas the car has. Itâs two marks below the bold F.
âCan you tell me something?â
You turn to Satoru, giving him your full attention. Heâs been more serious than you know him to be since you left the house.
âWhatâs up?â
âIâm not trying to rehash this father-like conversation, but as one of your best friends⊠what were you thinking when you accepted a date with this guy?â He glances over at you for a second. âWhat went through your mind when you said 'yes' to a date with him?â
âPotential love, dates, butterflies. All the stuff that goes into getting to know someone as more than an acquaintance or friend.â You fidget with the extra hair tie on your wrist.
âYou want all of that?â He asks, glimpsing at you again.
You nod, silently.
âYouâre pretty enough to fuck around with whoever you want, you know? I know some people who wanna do some pretty... vulgar things with you."
Your eyes go wide at how far south the conversation went. You cracked the second you looked at Satoru though. He looked somewhat proud to be friends with someone who could get some anytime.
âThatâs⊠good to know, I guess.â Your mind stumbles over the part where he called you pretty enough.
âYouâre not interested in that, though, are you?â
You wince, jokingly. âItâs just not my cup of tea. I want something more long-term.â
Satoru grins, almost like he wants to talk about himself.
âThatâs not your cup of tea, is it?â You reciprocate the grin.
âNo, no. Believe it or not, the last relationship I was in lasted a whole two months.â
You slapped the car door dramatically. âA whole two months?!â
âStop it. Itâs nothing, really," Satoru jokes, grinning with faux pride.
âHey, iâm not shaming you. Youâre not down with commitment and thatâs fine. We're young. There's no need to rush."
âI havenât found someone I really want to commit to. I'm not stupid enough to ignore the fact that people are really only attracted to my body. They can't stand when I open my mouth, so I figured itâs better to fuck around than to put my heart into something that wonât last without sex.â
Satoru's personality was for people with acquired taste. On the other hand, Satoru's physical appearance was for anyone and everyone. The people who could appreciate all of him would be in for the most amazing ride, because even as his friend, you could confidently say that there is no one like him anywhere in the world. You can only hum in acknowledgement of how romantically lonely he must feel.
âWhat?â You ask when the car stops. Satoru puts the car in park before turning it off. âWeâre not out of gas, so whatâs the problem?â
He unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to face you, one leg bent on the seat. Heâs met with a breathtaking sight. You look stunning in that navy blue dress, and that shade smeared over your lips was calling his name. He can see part of your thigh from where your dress rides up.
âCan I talk to you about something?â The tension behind the question was enough to make your ears go red.
âOf course you can. Youâre scaring me, but go on.â
He smiles, trying to lighten up the mood. He knows better than to just dump information like this on you so heavily, but he can't go home tonight without telling you how he feels. He already doesnât expect much to come of telling you this, but it's been eating him alive and he can't keep it in anymore.
âYou've been on my mind a lot, lately." He sees your slightly furrowed eyebrows. They match the unintentional pout on your lips. Youâre confused and for some reason you feel nervous, like your heart might escape your ribcage.
âWhat does that mean?â You ask, wanting a clearer understanding. He could be worried about you in a totally platonic way. He could be wondering about what you've been up to lately. You're having trouble assuming there's romantic notes to his statement after the brief discussion you just had.
âIt's exactly as it sounds. I've been thinking about you." He's not smiling, he's not laughing yet this still sounds like a joke that heâs running to mess with you.
âYou done with your jokes? We could both be home right about now," you say, not intending for your words to come out as sharp as they did. His hand is suddenly cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away a speck of glitter from it.
âYou say goodnight to me in the sweetest wayâlike you won't see me in the morning. And the soft smile you give me before you shut the door... it lingers in my mind. I dream of it from time to time."
You're trying so hard not to lean into his touch and nuzzle your cheek into his palm, but you make no effort to push his hand away. âWhat are you talking about, Satoru? Don't you think you're reading into it a little too much? I do that for all three of you. Ask Shoko and Suguru.â
His hand has been on your cheek for a while now, and heâs still looking at you like he has things to get off his chest. âI know you don't say it the same way to them as you do to me." He stops, a little sigh leaving him. Heâs probably making you dizzy with all of this news, based on the look on your face. He retracts his hand and rests it on his thigh. You look stunned, so he cuts to the chase. âTo be even more clear, I donât see you as a friend. It doesnât seem right to see you that way when I can picture us doing more. Being more."
âDoing more?â You repeat, cheeks growing warm.
âHolding hands, kissing, being alone togetherâmore.â
The heavy silence returns, both of you nervously avoiding eye contact.
âI..." you huff. "I need some air.â You unbuckle yourself before exiting the car. Your scent remains in the car even after the door shuts behind you, leaving Satoru to wonder if things are screwed with you.
Your back is against the door, your hands interlocked in front of your eyes, shielding you from the gentle moonlight. You groan, irritated by the conflicted thoughts that came with Satoru's revelation.
Itâs not long before Satoru comes out and joins you, leaning on the side of his car. It's cold and he doesn't want you to get sick again. His heart could barely handle your involuntarily weak display the first time.
âI didnât stress you out, did I?â He asks, turning his head to look at you. You shake your head, your hands still covering your eyes. âThereâs really no part of you that can envision an us between me and you?â
You chuckle, a sound that makes his heart pang. âItâs funny... you know, a long time ago it was all I dreamed about.â
Now this was baffling news to Satoru. How long ago was a long time ago? A couple months ago? Last year? Three years ago? And why didnât you say anything?
âI considered you a pursuit that was out of reach. You hadâhaveâ all these girls just throwing themselves at you, and I couldnât be one of them, so I befriended you instead.â
âHow long ago was a long time ago?â He asks, nervous to hear the answer.
âLike last year in March. It was during your phase where you would never come home.â
He feels like an asshole. Especially since not too much later, he developed similar feelings for you that he endlessly denied.
âYou liked the me you never got to see?â
You both chuckled at the rhyme of his words, your broken senses of humor adding some lightheartedness to the conversation.
âI guess you not coming home was more calming because I didn't have to be nervous to see you.â
You crossed your arms. The cardigan protected you, but not enough. The cold wind was starting to nip at your cheeks. Satoru notices and moves closer to you.
âLetâs go back inside, yeah?â
You didnât want to. You were nervous being âstrandedâ with Satoru already, but minimizing the space between you was even more nerve-wracking. He was your greatest temptation before, and you could easily create those labyrinths that guide him into your mind again if you got close enough.
âIâll be fine," you say, looking straight ahead at the field of weeds in front of you.
âYouâre gonna catch a cold. Get in the car," Satoru prompts. He thought back to the tired look on your face as you laid in bed sick, waiting for him to bring you warm soup.
âNo," you insisted, turning away from him.
He inched closer, not wanting to look at your back. âPlease, get in the car." He thought of the gracious look on your sick face when he brought you another blanket to keep you warm.
âI said no, Satoru. I don't want to get in the car with you."
You were being stubborn as hell, and something about it made Satoruâs blood boil to the point where he did whatever his mind told him to do. You were suddenly pinned to the car, your hands on Satoruâs chest to keep some distance. He blocked every gust of wind that threatened to bite at your skin, and enveloped you in his warmth. You donât know how, but in this freezing temperature, Satoruâs hands felt like sunlight on your cheeks. His face was centimeters away from yours, his bright eyes searching for a loophole in your feelings for him. Your eyes spoke with an infinite amount of possibility, and some of it didn't make sense, so he kissed you in hopes of translating what you were trying to say.
You didnât have any fight left in you. Not when you felt so secure in this close proximity. Now, all you wanted was to be in the car with him, alone.
The kiss was released with light breaths from both of you, a look of feeling complete on Satoruâs face. âWill you get in the damn car,â he whispers, his arms caging you against the car.
âSay please," you say in the same intimate volume as him.
âPlease," he complies, allowing his eyes to flit between your eyes and your lips.
âPretty please?" you push.
âPretty please," he says, the corners of his lips twitching.
âHow about pretty please with a cherry on top?â
âGet in the car," he says through a laugh.
You chuckle, shoving him lightly before opening the door and entering the car. Satoru gets in the drivers seat and suddenly it all feels strange. Strange, but in the best way.
The tension from before returns. There's no wind blowing to fill in the silence when you both stop talking.
âDo you ever think of me when you're alone?â It was a weird question to be asked by him, especially since you had already told him that your feelings for him were left behind.
âNever," you reply, a softness in your tone that held memories of when all you thought about was Satoru.
He's somewhat disappointed, seeing as though there's a chance he might be too late.
âDo you think that will change after tonight?â He seems to be getting closer, or at least his hands are. Your skin is irresistible and he wants to feel how soft you are. He's been craving you for so long, and you're right there.
âThereâs no way to tell.â You can see how slowly his hand is traveling. A minute ago it was on his lap, now itâs on the armrest between your seats. You canât wait any longer. The suspense might make you jump out of the car again, so you grab his hand and put it on your thigh, where your dress rides up.
âIâll throw the question back to you. Do you think of me when you're alone?â You ask him now because he wonât give you some bullshit response at a time like this, when heâs getting everything heâs wanted for who knows how long.
âAll the time,â he responds so quickly. âWhen I wake up, before I go to sleep, in the shower, while I brush my teeth.â Thereâs this foolish look on his face, like he would give anything to never lose the ability to have you on his mind all the time. "You're in there, organizing the shrine I made for you," he admits, with a grin. His thumb presses into your thigh, massaging the plush skin. It makes you nervous as hell, but you like it.
âHave you told Suguru and Shoko?â
He chuckles, remembering the conversation he had with them after you left. âIâm positive they know."
Once again, you're left staring at each other in silence, drowning in the tension youâve created within yourselves. Satoru has yet to move his hand away from your thigh, not letting up even when he feels goosebumps spread on your skin. He tests the boundaries you have set up, finding no resistance from you when his hand reaches further up your dress.
âYouâre not gonna tell me to stop?â He asks as his fingers are met with lace, a texture that makes his heart thud rapidly in his chest.
You shake your head, leaning back in the seat. His fingers ghost over the front of your panties, finding a satin bow just below the elastic band.
âWere you going to let that guy touch you? Is that why you wore these?â He hasnât even seen them, and yet he can tell theyâre the cutest thing ever.
âMaybe," you mumble, looking away in slight embarrassment.
âCan I see them?â He asks.
You nod, allowing him to slowly pull up your dress. Your heart drops when you hear him gasp.
âGod, no way," he says, sounding defeated. His ears slowly turn a bright shade of red as he observes the material covering your intimate area.
âStop,â you whine, feeling flustered by his reaction and the way he stares.
His hand returns to its previous spot, continuing to play with the part of the elastic that sticks to your hip.
âYou wear these types of panties on every date you go on?â
You nod, biting your lip as his fingers move just to feel the fabric. His touch is still ghost-likeâlight, barely there, but itâs working you up anyway. Thereâs barely enough friction, yet you can feel your wetness begin to ruin the garment.
He sighs. âYou know, no one deserves you.â His tone is smooth and he smiles at you, an angel taking control of his features. âNot even me, but I can make up for the one who missed you tonight.â
He spares his attention to the spot in the middle of your panties, only smiling when a breathy moan involuntarily leaves you.
âGod..." you groan in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. "I canât with myself."
His thumb rubs up and down your clothed slit, applying pressure when he reaches your clit.
âDonât be shy. Make as much noise as you want,â he says, luring a gasp from you.
You look away again, red-faced, feeling embarrassed beyond belief.
âWhat?â A low chuckle follows. His hands settle on your thighs as he leans in and tries to look at your flustered face.
âThis is weird.â You look out the window, too nervous to look at Satoru.
âHow come?â
You giggle. âI canât stop seeing you as one of my friends. Itâs strange to experience something like this with you.â
âI would hope Suguru and Shoko arenât touching you like this.â His hand splays on your thigh, kneading softly. âAre they?â He asks, after a pause.
âOf course not.â
He seems satisfied with that response because heâs trying to hold back a smile, but the corners of his lips are twitching. His fingers snap the elastic band of your panties against your skin a couple more times.
âIs it too weird to go on?â He asks.
You consider the facts. He already touched you, he confessed his feelings for you before he touched you so you know he wasn't lying about his feelings for you and he doesnât just want sex. You had those feelings for him before, but claimed to have lost them with time.
Your overwhelming thoughts are enough to put an end to what was going on. You pull down your dress, hiding the evidence of his touch, and sit up straight in the seat. âMaybe we should head home before we do something we might regret later.â
He hums and smiles, not an ounce of disappointment in his features. âNo argument from me."
Satoru put his seatbelt on and watched as you did the same before starting the car. There was no need for him to set up the GPS because all he did was drive straight, so all he had to do was drive back the other way.
You didnât expect the car ride to be so quiet. Maybe he did want things to go further. You couldnât bear to look back at Satoru, even though you could feel him side eyeing you as he drove. There were a couple times where he turned his head to look at you when you stopped at red lights, but you knew you couldnât look back until you had something to say. You were overthinking everything that happened until that point. What can you say when you just went through an entire roller coaster of emotions with someone you call a best friend? Someone who has now seen you in a vulnerable position.
âDid you at least eat?â Satoru asks, finally breaking the heavy silence that engulfed the car.
âUh, yeah. I was able to get through my meal," you respond, glancing at him quickly before turning back to face the window.
He nods in acknowledgement. You see the stop sign at the end of your street, signaling the closeness of home.
Satoru parks the car in the driveway, and you finish removing your shoes. You enter the house, expecting to see Suguru and Shoko up waiting for you guys, but to your surprise, the doors to their bedrooms are shut.
âGoodnight, Satoru," you say. âThanks again, for picking me up.â
âYeah, no worries,â he responds. âGoodnight.â
You canât shake the void left in your gut after your time with Satoru. You sit on your bed for a moment thinking of the intimacy that occurred between you and him. The gentleness of his touch, the lack of judgement from him when you basically told him that you dress your best even for scumbags. Something inside you was begging you to tell him how much you wanted him to sleep in your roomâin your bed. And thatâs exactly what you aimed for with this rush of adrenaline that surged through you. You rose off the bed quickly, and made haste to reach his bedroom.
You knocked, calling his name once. Once was all it took for him to leap to open the door.
âCan you help me with something?â You asked, hoping he held no ill will towards you and that he wouldnât deny you.
âSure. With what?â
You motion for him to follow you to your room, and he does with no further questions, following your bare feet as you lead him to your room.
âI tied the knot for my dress a little too tightly." You let out a quiet chuckle, your nervousness imbued into it.
âOh, I see," he says, stifling a grin. "Turn around.â His finger circles in the air.
You turn your back to him, facing the mirror on your vanity. You can feel his knuckles grazing your lower back as he takes the time to slowly loosen the knot, the straps that once sat wrapped around your waist dropping loosely.
âThere,â he murmurs, still standing behind you, looking at you through the mirror.
âThank you,â you say so quietly that itâs almost a whisper.
Normally, that is the cue for someone to leave, but there was this branch of electricity connecting him to you. He couldnât find a reason to step away from you, so instead he stepped closer. His arms encircled your waist, his hands interlocking above your lower abdomen. Your stomach swarmed with butterfliesâblood thirsty ones that knew all too well that they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, so long as Satoru was in your room.
He leaned in to kiss your shoulder, an act that brought goosebumps to your skin. "You look really pretty." You give in to the feeling, tilting your head to give him the entire canvas of that side of your neck. He wondered if you would be upset if you saw his kisses on your neck in the morning.
He stops and looks for your approval first because he has arrived centimeters behind the line between friends who are really comfortable with each other and something deeper. You have to let him know that itâs okay to cross this line.
âItâs okay,â you say, squeezing the hands that rest on your lower abdomen. âDon't stop."
Thatâs the green light he needed in order to move on. He did not hesitate at all in pulling back his arms and undoing the knot that held your dress up. He watched as the smooth velvet cascaded down your body, pooling at your feet, leaving you in nothing but those precious lace panties. You felt vulnerable with your bare chest out, but made no attempt to hide yourself.
He was frozen for a second or two, speechless at the sight before him.
âNo one deserves you,â he finally says, his arms snaking around your torso. His lips start leaving behind their marks on the other side of your neck. He drags his kisses down your shoulder, biting once, then twice, resulting in a couple giggles from you.
âClose the door, please,â you say, realizing Shoko and Suguru would see what was happening if they opened their doors.
Satoru releases you only to close the door, locking it for safe measures. As soon as heâs back, heâs wrapping his arms around you before pushing both of you towards your bed. He starts stripping his clothes off, until he's left in just his boxers. His eyes never leave yours, a lovestruck smile on his face.
âYou will never know how many times Iâve dreamt of this scenario."
âStop.â You giggle, withstanding the sting of his lips on more than you neck. Itâs heat on your chest and on your stomach now, his hands holding your waist so gently. Youâll look like some abstract piece of art by morning with the endless waves of kisses that Satoru gives you. He wants you so badly. Devastatingly so. He wants to prove that he is the closest to deserving you by the end of the night.
Your heartbeat is inconsolable in your ribcage. The eye contact brought some reality to the situation. He chuckles at the doe-eyed look on your face before refocusing on his task. He's nearing the elastic band of your underwear, those cute lacy ones he got to touch in the car. His touch is already affecting you, the evidence being a wet spot reemerging in the middle of your underwear.
"You're so warm and soft, and..." he sighs, your body making his mind cloud. He couldn't have ever accurately imagined how stunning you would be with just the golden street lamp's light shining through your window. "...you smell really fucking good." His hands go beneath the elastic band of your underwear, dragging his dainty fingers through your slit enough times to earn a small gasp from you, before pulling his hand out. "Bet you taste amazing, too," he says, wrapping his lips around his glossy digits. "Mhm..." he practically moans when your taste coats his tastebuds. "Sweeter than I could have ever imagined."
You don't think you'll get over Satoru saying these explicit things to you.
"More. Fuck, I need more." There's so much he wants to do to you, so little time in the night despite it only being 11:30. "God, you're so..." he cuts himself off and kisses down your stomach, impatientlyâdesperately. "...so pretty. Soâfuckâ so pretty. Gonna make you feel so good."
"Okay, 'toru, make sure to breathe," you tease, running your fingers through his soft locks as he nears your throbbing core.
He drags his nose up and down the wet patch of your panties, audibly inhaling your scent and exhaling through shuddered breaths. He sounds feral, his aching cock creating its own pool of arousal in his boxers. The tip of his nose was covered in your slick, the remnants of you on his skin driving him absolutely crazy. Once he absolutely couldn't take it anymore, he yanked your underwear down, almost tearing the pretty fabric and tossed it onto the floor. You were soaked at the sight of his pure lust towards you. Those eyes were darker than you've ever seen them before.
He tries to be slow and gentle for you. You're the one thing he's wanted for the longest time and now he has you. You're not guaranteed to be his forever, after this, but at least the night is secured and he has this one chance to prove that he would do it right with you. That he could handle your body with a tenderness and loving that would make you weep. Everything you want in a lover will be given to you in one act of demonstrating how undeniably in love with you he is.
His attempt at slow sensuality never reaches you. His arms are hooked tightly around your thighs to prevent you from squirming away from his greedy mouth. He wants everything you give him to never end. The melodic sound of you moaning his name, the sweet nectar that just keeps drooling out of your cunt, the sting on his scalp from the firm hold you have on his hair and the tugging. He's in heaven. If the possibility of this reoccurring is nonexistent, he wants this moment to loop. For there to be a glitch in real life that allows him to replay this scenario as many times as he likes, like a story with multiple endings.
"You taste so good. So fucking good, princess. Wanna give you a taste," he rambles. He unwraps his right arm from your thigh and uses his forearm to pin it down so that he can use his fingers on you. He bends all his fingers down except for his index and middle fingers. Your slick is already streaming out of you, ready to be collected, but he can't resist the urge to dip his fingertips into your pulsing hole. "Oh fuck, you're so wet," he utters in awe, quickly tossing the idea of just his fingertips going in when his long, lithe fingers sink into you with ease.
"Satoru," you choke out, a sharp gasp following. The pads of his fingers brush against that spot within you that forces you to bite your lip. Your heart is racing. What if you get caught? How would you explain what's going on to your friends and would the dynamic of your living situation change because of it? You care, but clearly not enough to second guess this moment again, like you did in the car.
"Mmm..." he moans against your clit, his lips smacking after releasing the now throbbing bundle. "So sweet." He pulls his fingers out of you and admires the glaze that drips down to his knuckles. He wants to be selfish and put them in his mouth, but his need for you to know how good you are to his tastebuds overpowers those thoughts. "Open, pretty," he says, tapping his wet fingers against your lips. He watches with parted lips as you take his slick coated digits into your mouth, shutting your lips around them to completely suck off your essence. "Good, huh?" A pleased grin appears when you nod. "Yeah... I want it back." He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and puts them on your right breast, smearing your saliva all over your nipple until it pebbles.
All you can do is say "huh?" before your lips are enveloped by his. The kiss starts out slowâ he's taking a moment to appreciate how perfect your lips feel against his. For a minute you can feel the way he innocently wants you. You have butterflies in your stomach all over again.
His hunger for you grows with every sharp breath you release and the squirming beneath his unrelenting hands on your chest. Your heart has been pounding in your ears since he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you have goosebumps from all the rubbing, brushing, and tweaking he offers your nipples, the throbbing in your cunt only intensifying as you withstand it. He thinks the whimpers that seep into your kisses are the cutest sounds ever and he doesn't want them to stop, so he glides a hand down your abdomen and gives you the touch you're missing.
You break the kiss, throwing your head back into the pillow at the feeling of Satoru rubbing your clit. He watches through gleaming eyes the way your jaw hangs and allows the sweetest moans to spill from your kissed up lips.
"Feeling good?" He asks, grinning when you respond with a moan that makes you clasp a hand over your mouth. "Yeah? That's an answer, too." He chuckles, watching intently as you crumble beneath his touch, not some zero's who made a fool out of himself.
You uncover your mouth, your sounds amplifying and flowing freely. "Satoru," you gasp. "Oh, fuckâ S-Satoru!" The last words you manage to cry out before you cum without a warning.
You look way too pretty arching your back off the bed and chasing friction from his hand. Your neck looks palpable like that, exposed for him like you want him to mark it up and take a few bites.
"Let me make you feel good, pretty girl," he coos, drunk off the cute sounds of the heaves and sobs that wrack through your chest, your little whines shining through them. Lustful, lidded eyes watch as you try to wriggle away from his touch.
"P-Please," you huff out, your trembling thighs working to shut around his hand. It's too much, your peak has passed and now you're left to bear the overwhelming feeling of his unstopping fingers.
"I know, I know. It's terrible..." he murmurs. His tip is leaking so much at the sight of your body jerking and your eyes welling with tears. He really loves the way you've surrendered yourself to him. "You're so pretty." He sighs, dreamily. He stops and wiggles his hand out of the tight embrace of your thighs. You take a deep breath and blink away tears, focusing on the comforting movement of his hands caressing your thighs. He can see the way you look at his body. His chest, the sculpted muscles of his abdomen, the pale happy trail that leads to a part of him that you are unfamiliar with.
He crawls over you, his lower body wedged between your legs. "Don't be scared to touch," he says, his tone sultry. He grabs ahold of your hand and places it on his chest, initiating the contact for you. You take control and allow your hands to roam his body. Like you're in a room full of random unpressed buttons, you explore the different reactions you get from touching different parts of him. You discovered that his nipples are sensitive. He groaned into your neck when you palmed at his pecs and borderline whimpered when you focused your touch on his peaks. He shuddered when you traced along his ribs, but once you neared his stomach and waist, things got hot for you all over again. Your heart raced as he breathed into your neck due to the feeling of your nails gently scratching along his abs. He was rutting his clothed bulge against your cunt, desperate, low moans leaving him with every graze of your nails along his waist.
"F-Fuck, I can't wait anymore. Please, let me in." He whips out the cutest puppy eyes you've ever seen, and though they're unnecessary, you're not opposed to him having to resort to those means.
"Y-Yeah, okay," you breathe, feeling the throbbing in your cunt intensify when he stopped rolling his hips against you.
He's rushing, his movement stuttered and his hands shaking with desperation as he works his boxers off. He's impressed with the amount of precum that went into them, but he doesn't waste time admiring the mess any longer once he frees his achingly hard, drooling cock. It's sensitive to the touch. He'll cum if he doesn't play his cards right while lathering his length with the essence that beads at his tip. With that taken care of, he comes close to you again.
"This is gonna be the slowest start ever," he says under his breath, eyeing that sweet little smile on your face, like you understand the turmoil he's going through with just trying to get inside you. His tip nudges your clit, spreading some of his precum onto the nub as he guides it up and down your slit a couple times. He's working himself up to sinking in because he knows how wet you are. After a few more strokes, he presses just the tip in, nestling it into your warmth with a groan. You gasp as he slowly drives himself into you, the stretch his girth induces proving to be immense. He tries to steady his stuttering hips as he pushes more of his length in.
"Little more, just a liiittle more," he says through soft breaths, more to himself than you. Once he glides the rest of his length in, he feels like he's going to explode. He's throbbing so hard and you're not helping at all with the brief, inconsistent spasming of your walls. "Oh fuck... shit," he whimpers, thrusting only halfway into you. "Sorryâfuckâs-sorry... I can't-" He gasps when he thrusts the rest of the way in, spewing his load as he just grinds against you.
Your eyes widen as you watch him, his eyes shut tightly, his jaw hanging ajar to release shaky breaths. His cheeks, neck and chest are blazed, bright color smothered over his pale skin.
"Shit..." he rasps, still taking deep breaths.
You can't even ridicule him for this when he looks so fine. The laugh he let out was enough to make your thighs twitch.
"It's alright, Satoru. It's getting pretty late, anyway."
"No-the-fuck it's not," he says, looking down at you with the smallest crease between his brows. He's wanted thisâwanted youâfor way too long and he can't leave your room without showing you just how badly he desires you. It's a need, at this point.
A chill runs down your spine and your heart drops at his response.
"I mean, i'm not tired. Are you?" He asks, softening a little after coming in so hot with his last response.
You're not and even if you were, it's those eyes... They compel you to want to do things for his sake. They're so soft and you feel wanted beneath their force. You feel everything he said to you in the car when you peer into his eyes.
"No. I'm not tired either," you respond, which instantly puts a smile on his face.
"Good. Let me try again."
Neither of you mentioned any of what happened within that quick span of time. No mentions of him spilling the second he got inside you or you trying to end the night to save him the embarrassment, and it turned out for the better. No awkwardness once he recovered and went back to proving his love for you. He went straight into it, thrusting at a slow pace to start you off. He held onto your hips as he leaned in and kissed all over your chest, sucking your delicate skin to leave little reminders of him for you to see in the morning.
He groans, muffled by your warm skin, when you scratch the back of his head, guiding your nails through the short hairs of his undercut and down the nape of his neck. He's purring like a satisfied cat, the soft breaths he lets out through his nose grazing your neck.
With all these good feelings comes Satoru picking up the pace. His hips meet yours a little more quickly and suddenly both of you get a little more courage to make more sound.
"Fuck," you whimper. "Satoru... S-Satoru..."
"I know..." he grunts. "I know, baby. I feel really good, too."
You just look so damn pretty, with your starry eyes and your messy hair, and the way you keep moaning his name. He has to kiss you again. Each time he kissed you before was accompanied by fireworks. This time... who knows? He certainly won't unless he gains the courage to do it once more.
He leans forward and stares deep into your eyes. The level of intimacy has doubled down and you feel like your heart is trying even harder to lurch out of your chest. He's not stopping, you can feel his breath on your lips as he pants through the exertion of his hips. Then, once again, with a whimper as he closes the distance between your mouths, he kisses you. It's not fireworks this time, it's an entire fire and you kissing him back like you need him just as much is fanning the wild flames.
"Love... you," he disperses the words through his kisses. He doesn't only say it once. He says it multiple times as your lips are moving, making those pauses purposeful. "Fuckâ I love you," he repeats, breaking the kiss when you don't say anything. "Come on," he chuckles. "Say it back."
"Satoru..." you say, softly.
"You say it all the time to us. What's another time?"
You bite back a laugh when you see those brilliant eyes again. He knows the effect they have on people and uses them to his advantage.
"It doesn't..." he groans, cursing under his breath when you suddenly clench around him. "...have to mean anything more than it usually does."
You're hesitant, but figure that as long as he doesn't take it as more than what he's used toâat least until things are talked throughâthere can't be any harm in saying what he wants to hear.
"Love you, 'toru."
The words are way too sweet, too gentle on his ears. The smile you offered as you delivered those words was devastatingly beautiful. You've said this a million times, each time so friendly, so lovingly, the meaning never feigned or faded with its repetition, but in that moment, he felt the words more than he ever did before. Your plush thighs are pressed against his hips, your hands are on his chest, and he can still smell that perfume you spritzed on your skin before you left. He's never heard you like this before, so sultry that it almost seems like an invasion of privacy.
"Again... say it again, p-please." With the scene that is playing out before his very eyes, he wants to imagine you meaning it as a term for lovers.
"I-I..." you let out a sharp gasp, your words cut off by the feeling of his cock brushing against that weak spot within you. "I love y-you, Satoru."
You're saying it to him only, right now. It's not 'I love you guys', it's 'I love you, Satoru', and he's drowning in it all. Your voice, the words, the blissed out look on your face. He's weak.
"Yeah?" He laughs, sounding almost delirious from how good he feels and how he's trying so hard not to cum.
"Mhm," you respond.
"T-That's good to know," he says, breathily. He's picking up the pace again, almost knocking the wind out of you with that first thrust in the change of pace. You're scratching up his back, wrapping your legs around his waist while he moans into the crook of your neck.
"G-Gonna cum, gonna fucking cum, again."
"Please... cum inside," you babble, nonsensically.
"Yeah? You want it inside again?" He asks, grinning when you hum and nod in confirmation. Who is he to deny you of such a simple want?
With a few more harder thrusts, he's filling you to the brim again with his warm cum. He's breathing heavily into your neck, mouthing at your skin sloppily as your cunt flutters around him. He's babbling on and on asking you if you came and if you feel good, while you're trying not to cry out too loudly from how hard you did. It's only until he unsticks himself from your tacky skin that he sees the aftermath of your orgasm. Your lidded eyes, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the sound of your shuddered breaths brushing past your lips. He's thinking about it again. No one deserves you, but clearly, he was the closest.
He tosses himself beside you once you both come down. Your blanket is shared between the two of you, it reaches just above your chest and above Satoru's hips.
He sighs as he turns over to face you as you stare up at the ceiling. "You think they heard us?" He asks, voice low and intimate, yet a mischievous smirk that tells you he wouldn't care if they did, plays on his lips.
"Not sure. I guess we'll find out tomorrow." Now it's your turn to sigh. You don't even want to think about how weird breakfast might be in the morning.
"Hey," he calls for your attention. You turn onto your side to face him, keeping the blanket close to your body. "It's gonna be fine. What's the worst that could happen? They tease us or call us dumb?" You give him a soft smile. Normally, you're the one calling him dumb while the others agree. "Don't know about you, but I don't mind. They don't know the story, anyway. Right?"
"Right."
Time slowed down in that moment. You both just stared at each other in silence, thinking about what just happened. You were comfortable together, lying there, satisfied with your decisions. He pulled you closer by your blanket covered waist and pressed kisses into your cheek, enough to make you giggle until you started returning the kisses. To anybody, this would be considered a sight of two lovers taking care of each other after a night of intimacy. The whispered words, the quiet laughter between kisses, the gentle drags of fingers on harsh marksâit all points to love. You think things might be okay, after all.
It took a while for you and Satoru to untangle yourselves from each other. Eventually, he got up and dressed into everything but his messy boxers. You weren't going to get back into your dress so you laid back for a while and watched as he collected himself.
"Well... I'll see you in the morning." His hand is on the doorknob and he's looking at you, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body as if he's trying to memorize you all over again within the short span of his goodnight to you.
"Mhm. Goodnight."
He pulls the door open, still not detaching his gaze from you. "Goodnight," he says, his voice low, yet warm and brimming with love. He spares one more soft smile for you, before walking out and clicking the door shut behind him.
You think you finally understand why he's so hung up on the way you say goodnight.
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[wolf-shifter] Rome
wolf-shifter!Rome x human!Reader Good to know: somnophilia, non-con, breeding, rut Summary: Your best friend can't keep himself away from you anymore.
"Did I wake you up?" Your words are slurred when you break the silence of the quiet flat. The only sound is the traffic from the streets, filtering inside through the closed windows. A few cars pass by every now and again. Their engine rumbles through the air, echoing off the buildings.
Your back is against the wall next to the entrance door as your best friend kneels in front of you, trying to take off your shoes with a slight frown between his brows. His thick fingers can barely handle the delicate clasps.
"It's fine," he hums, pushing the shoes aside. "I told you to call me if you need me."
"Thank you," you reply, tilting your head back when he stands up and towers above you. Your makeup is a bit smudged around your eyes as you blink up at him sleepily. "You are a good friend, Rome. I love you."
The man just smirks at your words, tucking you against his side to lead you into his room. He knows the drill by now. You go out with your co-workers, drink more than you can handle, and call him to take you home. He helps you, of course, while listening to you repeat how much you love him until you fall asleep.
"I love you too, sweetheart," he replies, opening the door of his room and leading you inside until you sit on the edge of his bed. Your posture is relaxed and tired. You don't even move a muscle when you feel him starting to take off your clothes.
"Arms up," he says, and when you do, he pulls up your top until it's on a chair nearby. It smells like your perfume, smoke, and alcohol.
"Do you want a shower?" Rome asks even though he already knows your answer.
"'m tired," you hum, letting your eyes close while you are still in a sitting position.
"Of course," the man chuckles.
While he searches for a shirt you can sleep in, he can't help but let his eyes wander on your almost bare body. Your tits fill the bra into a nice cleavage, and your panties match.
"Hold up your arms for a second, sweetheart," he says quietly, feeling a bit annoyed when the thin fabric hides your body from his dark gaze.
"You can lay down now," he adds, helping you onto his bed and tucking you in. By the time he straightens up, you are already asleep.
Rome has known you since he moved into the city. You met at a coffee shop where you worked after college. He knew you were the one him after a glance and a sniff in the air heavy with the scent of coffee and you. It was love at first sight, except you put him into a friend zone, and Rome never figured out how to get out of it without ruining your friendship. So he stayed in that damn zone, hoping that one day you will confess his love for him or he will grow some balls to tell you the truth. Pathetic really.
After making sure the lock of his entrance door is closed and putting a big glass of water next to you on the nightstand, he climbs onto the bed, trying to focus on anything else but your closeness. You are bundled up in the blanket so much he can barely see the top of your head, and your light snores are muffled by the thick fabric.
His brothers would laugh at him for sure. Their little brother can't get the girl, so he has to wake up next to her with blue balls. How funny. They would never let this go. Idiots. All of them.
He glances at you one last time. He is, too.
Sleep takes him after a while, but his dreams are heavy and troubled. When he wakes up, it's almost morning. The sun is still hiding behind the horizon, but it's there. He turns on his back and groans. His gums ache and burns, his mouth open to lift the pressure off his teeth. Sweat glistens on his heated body. His fingers dig into the mattress under him, feeling his claws wanting to grow out. And his cock. He closes his eyes tightly to keep a pained moan in his chest. It's hard and heavy between his thighs. His erection pulses with each breath he takes, and his underwear is already ruined by the precum soaking the black fabric.
"Fuck," he grunts, sitting up on the edge of the bed. He has a hard time making his tense muscles move. The wooden ground feels cold under him. His skin feels too tight and too itchy.
Rome circles his broad shoulders backward a few times before standing up to get to the kitchen for some water. And maybe he should go out for a run. Yes. Some fresh air would definitely do some good.
The man is almost at the door of his room when you turn on your back on the bed, still sleeping. His eyes rake over your body under the covers. He almost forgot you were there. He was so busy with his wolf wanting to come out he didn't even notice you until now. But now, he can't tear his gaze away from you. You are so peaceful and pretty. Your hair is a mess, and your makeup is smeared around your closed eyes even more than last night.
"Fuck," Rome groans again. You shouldn't be here. Not when his rut is approaching and the wolf in him claws on the inside of his mind to get out.
He should force himself to walk away and call an Uber for you. He should wake you up and make you leave. Or at least, he should force himself out of the room. You shouldn't be here so beautiful and soft while his cock throbs with the need to fill you up.
Images of you pliant and warm in his arms flood his mind. How would you feel under his hands? Under his tongue? Around his...
Rome stares at your chest for long seconds, watching you breathe. You are deep asleep. You always black out when you drink too much.
He steps closer.
His large hands curl into fists.
Another step to the bed.
He shouldn't.
"Fuck."
The change of his body comes naturally and quickly. His skeleton transforms into something more primal, with firm muscles and dark fur all over his skin. He grows taller and stronger. The ache in his body lessens, but his cock between his legs still bobs angrily with each step he takes to the bed to get closer to your sleeping form. His claws grip the blanket, pulling it down from the bed slowly and carefully. He drops it to the ground, keeping his eyes on your bare legs. His t-shirt barely hides your panties, and he can see your nipples harden at the sudden change of temperature.
For a second, his attention wanders up to your face. Your eyes are still closed, and your breath is even. The man climbs up on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. He hovers above your sleeping form, almost frozen. You can wake up at any minute, and there is no way he can explain the situation without you freaking out.
But it's too little and too late.
Taking a deep breath, his hand moves to his aching cock, his long fingers curling around the thick shaft. A groan escapes his open mouth, his long tongue lick over his upper teeth. His eyes wander down on your body, pausing at your soft tits and hard nipples before falling to your covered mound. His grip tightens on his erection, precum leaking from the dark pink tip. He throbs in his own hand, urging him to do something.
He saw you like this several times since you know each other. You are comfortable showing some skin even though it drives him crazy under the surface. The memories almost make him angry. So many times, he imagined you under him, moaning and crying for him while you were totally unaware of his desires and demons.
Releasing his cock, he reaches out for you. His touch is gentle and warm on your knees, gliding up on the soft flesh of your thigh. When you open your legs, he almost jumps back and out of the bed. Rome snaps his eyes up to your face again. You are still asleep.
It's so wrong on so many levels.
Now, that your legs are open, he can see the slit of your pussy through the thin fabric. Drool drips down from his mouth at the plump sight.
Maybe it's enough, he tries to convince himself. Just jerking off on the view of your cunt is enough until you wake up and go home. You won't know anything about it, and life can go on as usual. It's a lie, and the beast in him knows it.
His hand is on you again, caressing your thigh before sliding up to your panties. It's soft under his touch but does nothing but annoy him. His thumb moves between your legs, feeling the heat of your pussy on his own skin. His heart beats in his throat as he watches. Your clit is under his thumb, drawing small circles on the bud.
Rome doesn't have to wait long to feel your arousal in the air. It's thick and heavy, making him and his cock drool some more.
"Fuck!" He groans. His snout fidgets as he takes deep breaths from your scent. "You smell so good."
He moves closer, slowly, tentatively. He lifts his weight onto his arms at the sides of your body. His eyes are on your face again, watching you sleep while his nose almost bumps against your mound. A low groan rumbles in his chest. You are so close. So delicious. His tongue rolls out of his mouth, licking through your center over the fabric covering it. You are wet. He licks over your slit until your panties are soaked with your juices and his saliva. It sticks to your plump pussy.
"Let's take it down," he hums, hooking his long fingers on the side of your panties to pull it down and reveal your most intimate part. Your cunt glistens under the street lights that filter into his bedroom through the window.
The wolf-shifter's world spins around him once, twice, three times as he leans closer again. His snout rubs against your clit, taking deep breaths of your heavy smell. He lost control over his own body a long time ago.
"So pretty," he murmurs. Saliva drips down onto your wet center as he hovers above you. The sight fills him with satisfaction. You will smell like him. You will be marked by him. "You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart."
Almost bursting with anticipation, he slides his tongue between your folds, lapping up your juices. When he flicks your clit, you moan into the dark room, making him freeze for long seconds. The sound escaping your mouth is hoarse and oh, so delicious. Your smell gets stronger in the air, but you don't move.
"Just a little bit more," he whispers, almost begging. He slurps on your pussy hurriedly, trying to suffocate himself in your cunt. His tongue finds your entrance, pushing inside your hot channel. He can feel you fluttering around his tongue, sucking him in for more. His whole body trembles as his muscles tense. Every nerve in his body is focused on you. Your smell and taste drive him deeper and deeper to the point he can't back away.
His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, leaking. His balls feel too tight, and his hips start to rock back and forth every now and again to find some friction. The knot at the base of his shaft grows with each second he spends between your thighs, munching on your cunt.
Biting off his own claw, he turns his attention back to your empty hole. His tongue slides into you easily. You are pulsing and fluttering until he adds his finger to stretch you out some more. For a second, you tense up, moaning again before continuing to sleep. He almost laughs. He could fuck you. You wouldn't wake up.
He almost cums when you clench around him. He scoops up your nectar with his tongue, gulping to burn the memory of your taste in his mind. Your breathing gets heavier, and a small, barely noticeable tremble runs through your body as you reach your climax. With his free hand, Rome has to squeeze his cock to stop him from shooting his seed all over you and the bed.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans, keeping his fingers in you, feeling your still squeezing walls. "Can you do that again? Could you cum on my cock, hm? Are you ready for it?"
It's madness.
He climbs above you, pushing your legs apart to have enough space for his slim waist between your thighs. His erection rubs against your folds, mixing his pre-cum and your juices together.
"God," he groans. "Fuck! So good, sweetheart. Your cunt is so warm. She wants me, love. She wants my cock inside. You know it, too."
Grabbing his erection, he adjusts the bulbous tip to your entrance before starting to push inside. He growls at the feeling of you enveloping him. You are warm and wet and perfect. His balls jerk and his knot pulses.
"That's it," he groans. "You are doing so good, sweetheart."
"Rome?" Your voice feels like cold water. His name on your lips is thick with sleep and confusion. "What? What are you doing?" Your question ends in a moan when he doesn't stop. He pushes his cock inside you entirely, stretching you out and filling you up.
"Shh, sweetheart," he grunts, panting. "It's okay."
"Rome?" Panic laces your voice. "Rome! Stop!"
"I can't," Rome replies, shaking his head, licking up on the side of your neck. Your palms seem small on his broad chest as you try to push him away while he still rocking back and forth inside you.
"Enough! Rome!"
"Shh," he tries to calm you again. His mind is dizzy with the feeling of you around him. Tight and warm, clenching with every movement you make. Your trashing under him almost breaks his cock off, but damn his whole life if he stops. "It's okay, love. Your pussy wants it."
"What? No! It's wrong!"
"No!" He growls. "It's not! I should have made you mine a long time ago!"
Despite your panic and anger, a moan escapes your lips when he thrusts inside you. Your pussy clenches around his shaft, soaking his erection. Rome reaches every sweet spot in you, driving you higher and higher.
"So good, sweetheart," he coos. His words fan over the side of your neck. "You feel it too, right? My cock stretches your tiny pussy. You squeeze on me so tight, I can barely move."
"Rome!" You moan his name, your fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulder. Your legs curl around his waist to keep him close. Pleasure flares through your body even though you know it's wrong.
"And you taste so good, love," he grunst into your neck. Your skin is wet from his drooling. "I ate your pussy while you slept," he admits. "I drank up your juices. You got wet so easily. Your pussy knew it was me."
They shouldn't, but his words fuel you more. Your hips move under him, meeting his thrust as your back arches from the bed.
"Rome! Please! Fuck!"
Seeing you so responsive wakes up something primal inside him. You want him, he thinks, shocked. You want his cock, his warm cum. His mark. He almost shouts with pain when he forces himself to kneel up and leave your warm channel.
"Turn around," he says but doesn't wait for your reaction. Grabbing your hips, he turns you on your stomach, tugging you into a kneeling position. Your ass rubs against his cock while he hovers above you and pushes your head down on the bed.
"Present yourself for me, sweetheart," he groans, rutting against your bottom. "Show me how much you want my cock like a good bitch."
"Rome," you cry his name, screaming when he enters into your pussy again. His hold is firm and hard on your hips as he keeps you in place against his pounding. He fucks your pussy with newfound vigor. Your juices flow down on your thighs, dripping onto the bed.
"Fuck!" Rome groans. "Your pussy is so good to me, sweetheart. She knows what she wants, and it's my cock. She wants me to fill her up and soak her with my seed."
His words clear your mind for a second. Your fingers grip onto the blanket under you. "Wait! Rome! Don't! I don'tâŠ!"
"It's okay, love," Rome groans, still fucking you. "You don't have to worry. I will take care of you and our pup. I will fuck your cunt until you are round with my child. I want to see your tits grow with milk and your stomach with our pup. Maybe I will always keep you pregnant and ripe."
Tears run down your cheek from pleasure and fear. Your body and your mind tell different things, and you can do nothing because of the spinning world around you. Your walls flutter around his cock, your stomach tightens into a burning coil.
"Take my knot, love," he demands. "Let me fuck my mate pregnant. Let me have this, love. Just open up your pussy for me, and I will do the rest."
There is no way you can fight against him. His hold on you is too strong and tight, while your limbs feel like jelly. He bullies your cock, filling you up to the brim.
Rome's whole world narrows down on your sweet hole as he forces his knot inside your wet pussy. Every nerve in his body bursts with pleasure when he is inside you fully, and he can't move without tugging and pushing you with the rhythm of his hips pounding your hole.
His growl shakes the walls as he cums inside you. He shoots into your hole several times until, even through the barrier of his knot, some still escapes your pussy.
"Ohgod!" You cry, shaking and jerking. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you reach your climax. You suck Rome for every drop of his cum he can give you. Your pussy aches and burns so deliciously that you can do nothing, but rock back against him for more. His chuckle is hoarse next to your ears when he notices what you are doing.
"It's 'kay, love," he hums, still keeping his weight on his arms. "My rut will keep me going for a while longer before I'm done with you."
"What?" You gasp, breathless. "We are not done?"
"Didn't you hear me?" He hums, pushing inside you more if it's even possible. "I won't stop until you are with my pup."
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TLDR: Francesca Bridgerton is Autistic. Fight me.
Okay so I did not go into Season 3 of Bridgerton expecting to have any feelings about Francesca Bridgerton. We have seen her only in glimpses in the show and I have not read the books, so I knew basically nothing about her before binging the first four episodes.
But guys. GUYS. I will die for this autistic queen.
Okay, so starting with first impressions. We know that on her big day, Francesca went out of her way to avoid her nosy, loud family by having a very early, quiet breakfast by herself and then calming down via playing the piano (clearly a special interest of hers).
In her first balls, we see Francesca light up any time she talks about music (clearly her current or forever special interest) but as soon as men try to take it to a flirting place she IMMEDIATELY shuts down. It's clear that even as she states very matter-of-factly that she plans to marry this season, she also is baffled and uncomfortable any time someone tries to actually, ya know, court her.
At one of her first shindigs, she got attention and then went up to her brother and (while making almost no eye contact) told him (rather than asked him) that she needed a sec.
She then sat by herself in the side of the ballroom.
Later on, she left a ball in search of quiet and solitude to fix her sensory overload, so she went outside this time. (A thing that we know from pervious seasons is a HUGE no-no, particularly unchaperoned. But she was very respectfully near the door so maybe that's fine?) The point is that she cares very much about staying respectable so she can get this marriage thing over with and get people to stop perceiving her, yet she risks some scandal by going outside just so she can be somewhere quiet alone.
Enter: this absolute (also autistic) Prince Charming.
He says hello (so she knows he's not like trying to sneak up on her in the dark like a creep) and then just stands there. 10/10, no notes, best way to flirt I have ever seen in my life.
Seriously just look at this. I'm in love. Never before has there been a greater sign of love at first sight than in this "standing politely five feet apart in total silence in the middle of a ball and enjoying each other's company."
I need to go watch these first four episodes about a hundred more times, but I THINK this might be the first sincere smile we see from Francesca??!? I at least got the impression immediately that this is the first time she's felt genuinely comfortable and happy while not entirely alone this season.
Like, these nerds did not even exchange names. They barely exchanged a word. Yet you can see them falling head over heels in love right there in that moment. I don't even LIKE love at first sight tropes and they have my whole heart. They are the only exception.
Then, of course, you have this second absolutely iconic Scene of Silence where the entire Bridgerton family stares in neurotypical confusion a these two amazing weirdos. The way these two do not know each other but they DO know each other. The way they are both so happy and so comfortable but also still playing the whole society game the way they were told they had to?? I just don't have words right now.
LOOK AT HER SMILE, GUYSSSSSSSS.
Look how happy this tiny, silent moment is making her. How she understands immediately what he's doing and is absolutely delighted to participate too even knowing her entire family is hardcore judging them from not that far away.
And then you get this smug little look from him and it's like you can see his autistic ass thinking, "Yes. I calculated correctly. This was the correct romance option. Gold star to me." (Okay, maybe that's just how my brain works but shhhhh)
Which, of course, brings us to this absolutely hilariously awkward ND attempt at flirting. We start off with some fairly normal "whoops, I'm flustered cause you make me nervous" sort of moments, but notice how little eye contact she makes. How she only looks in his eyes very briefly and it seems like she almost has to remind herself to do so when she's doing the "polite" answers (OR later when she's genuinely interested in a topic).
So as soon as Francesca is like "oh shit, I ruined it. I forgot how to neurotypical. It's over" then she loses patience with the practiced social niceties.
I spent like 30 minutes trying to find a GIF and I should already be asleep so I'm not going to go learn how to make one BUT I needed to look up exactly what happens next cause it's basically the most autistic thing I've ever seen.
WHICH IS that in response to the second awkward silence after Francesca shares all of this, John's response is, "That is helpful. If you'll excuse me."
Then dude bro just WALKS AWAY WITHOUT ANOTHER WORD.
Like it would be awkward anyway but now Francesca thinks she misread a social cue so she's feeling sad, and meanwhile this absolute king is over here on a romantic mission no one asked him to do because he is that set on showing her he's listening and cares.
The man shows up at the ball and as soon as he had a paper we were all screaming "he wrote her a song!!!"
Again, notice the eye contact (or lack thereof). I think with period dramas and women, it's easy to just go "oh she's just shy" or "she's just being demure like she's supposed to" but like NO. This girl does not want to meet anyone's eyes.
Until she does. Because in moments where she's talking about music or enjoying quiet, it's worth it to purposefully meet his eyes and see how he's feeling too. To make sure he can see she's happy.
ANYWAY, it was so much better than him writing a song for her.
SO. MUCH. BETTER.
Because he didn't just give her any ol' music. He sought out the music they'd specifically heard in the street, and he took her exact specifications on what was "wrong" with the music, and he FIXED IT. He then put the whole thing on sheet music and handed her a copy with no further explanation than this.
Our autistic lass was so excited she basically sprinted out of that ball so she could find a piano. (Which, the fact that she does this rather than try to stay and flirt/dance with the man who just gave her this incredible gift ALSO says a lot, just saying. Daphne could never.)
So our girl finds a piano and GUYS. LOOK AT HOW HAPPY SHE IS.
I'm pretty sure this woman would accept a proposal right this second. Maybe make one herself. She is so head over heels in love with this man that it's absurd. We have watched her mask in these first four episodes, but the last two where she's interacting with John are the first times she seems genuinely happy and like the real her is shining through.
Like, does she enjoy her family? Sure. But it's obvious (and she even tells us) that she finds them overwhelming and generally to be A Lot. But these scenes? This gesture?
You can just get how seen she feels. How weird and wild and amazing it is to her that this man can see who she actually is and wants to join her there instead of making her play some part of the perfect Bridgerton who likes to be the center of attention.
(And even here - the EYE CONTACT. She glances at people when she's talking to them, but the way she looks at the sheet music is so much more intense and intimate and personal than anytime she's looking at the average person in the show. She still even in places she's most comfortable, such as sitting at the piano, makes very little eye contact and only at very specific moments.)
Anyway I'm going to sleep now but I'm sure I'll add more thoughts as they come to me. Feel free to add your own case for why Francesca is autistic and/or otherwise neurodivergent. I want to hear allllllll the thoughts.
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Making Up After an Argument with: Overblot Gang + Rollo
part 2 with vice housewardens + kalim
on this day, i offer you some hurt/comfort
Itâs been two days. Two long, awkward, and uncomfortable days of silent treatment between you and him. The argument had been pettyâsomething so small that you canât even remember what sparked it. But pride, stubbornness, and a little bit of frustration had taken over, and now, here you are, locked in a stalemate.
Youâve been tiptoeing around each other, avoiding eye contact, pretending not to care. But in reality, the silence feels like itâs stretching forever, and you hate it. You hate the feeling of distance between you, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.
You miss him. Even with him just a walk away, it feels like miles.
The realization hits you hard as you sit there, staring at your phone, hoping for a signâany signâthat heâs willing to break first. But of course, nothing comes. Heâs just as stubborn as you are. Maybe even more.
You let out a long, dramatic sigh, slumping back in your seat. Ugh, fine. Iâll be the one to give in this time. Itâs not the first time youâve done it, but it doesnât make it any easier. But deep down, you know you love him too much to let this go on. And you know he loves you too, even if neither of you will say it right now.
Riddle Rosehearts
You sigh dramatically, dragging your feet as you head towards Riddleâs dorm. The argument was dumbâyou know that now. And if anyone could hold onto stubbornness like a grudge, it was Riddle Rosehearts. You, on the other hand, are way too tired of the silence, so itâs time for drastic measures.
As you approach his door, you pause, a silly idea forming in your mind. Whatâs the best way to apologize to someone like Riddle? With a flourish, of course. You rummage through your bag, pull out a red rose you happened to pick up earlierâtotally coincidental, you promise yourselfâand start plotting.
A few minutes later, you knock on his door, taking a deep breath. You hear footsteps, and then the door creaks open, revealing Riddleâs ever-serious face. His eyes flick up to you, then down to the rose in your hand, then back up again. He doesnât say anything, though the faintest hint of curiosity flashes in his eyes.
Time to execute the plan.
You drop to one knee in an exaggerated, overly dramatic fashion, holding the rose high above your head like youâre a knight pledging allegiance to his queen. âMy dearest Riddle, Queen of the Rose Garden, I come bearing an apology for my grievous offense. Iâve come to beg for your forgiveness,â you say, loud enough for the whole dorm to hear.
Riddle's eyes go wide, and for a moment, his face goes completely redânot from anger, but from pure, unfiltered embarrassment. He glances around, hoping no one else is witnessing this absolute spectacle youâre making.
"Please," you continue, voice wobbling as if you're on the verge of tears, "Grant me one more chance to bask in your presence! Your mercy, oh merciful ruler!" You bow dramatically, forehead almost touching the ground.
He sputters, clearly flustered beyond belief. "W-What are you doing? Get up! That's completely unnecessaryâ!"
"No!" You hold up the rose like a peace offering. "Not until you talk to me again! I will stay here on my knees if I must! Forever! Or until I get a cramp, whichever comes first!"
Heâs torn between laughing at the ridiculousness of it and dying from second-hand embarrassment. âThis is ridiculous! Iââ He looks at the rose, then at you, eyes softening just a bit. âFine, fine, just⊠stand up already.â
You spring to your feet, grinning triumphantly. âSo, weâre good?â
Riddle sighs, rubbing his temples. "You're impossible."
âDoes that mean yes?â you ask, batting your eyelashes at him playfully.
âYes. But stop being so dramatic. The whole dorm probably heard youâŠâ
You donât care. You throw your arms around him in a spontaneous hug, and for a second, Riddle freezes, stunned by the unexpected affection. Then, hesitantly, he returns the hug. Heâs still embarrassed, but thereâs a softness to his grip, a sign that he missed this closeness just as much as you did.
He pulls you into his room, and as soon as the door clicks shut, the embarrassment on his face fades, replaced with a quiet vulnerability. He avoids your eyes, walking over to his desk, his voice quieter now. âI⊠I was afraid,â he admits. âThat maybe you were getting tired of me. I know Iâm difficult sometimes, andââ
âWhoa, whoa,â you interrupt, stepping closer. âWhere is this coming from?â
He sits down, staring at the floor. âYou could be with someone more⊠easygoing. Less rigid. Someone who doesnât argue over every little thing.â
You blink, surprised. âRiddle, I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you. I chose you, remember?â
He looks up at you, eyes filled with uncertainty, and you notice his hands trembling just slightly. âBut what if I drive you away? What if one day you just⊠stop trying?â
Your heart aches at the vulnerability in his voice. Before you can think, you step forward, kneeling in front of him. Without hesitation, you cup his face in your hands, gently brushing your thumb against his cheek. âThatâs not going to happen. Ever.â
His eyes glisten slightly, the tension of the past few days unraveling as he leans into your touch. âButââ
âNo buts,â you insist softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. âI love you. Stubbornness, rules, and all. And honestly, I think the petty arguments are kinda fun. It keeps things⊠interesting.â
He lets out a shaky breath, and you feel a few tears slip down his cheeks. âYou donât know how hard it is for me,â he whispers. âTo balance everything, to try and be perfect all the time⊠I donât want to lose you because of my shortcomings.â
You smile gently, brushing away the tears with your thumb as you lean in and kiss his cheek softly. âYouâre not going to lose me. You donât have to be perfect, Riddle. I didnât fall in love with perfection, I fell in love with you.â
He stares at you for a moment, tears still threatening to spill over, but his grip on your hand tightens as if heâs holding on to your words. âI⊠I donât deserve you.â
âYou deserve the world,â you whisper, pulling him into a tight hug, cradling his head against your shoulder as he allows himself to cry softly into your neck. You run your fingers through his hair, gently whispering reassurances as he finally lets go of the weight heâs been carrying.
âI missed you,â he mumbles between sniffles, his voice fragile in a way youâve rarely heard before.
âI missed you too,â you say, kissing the top of his head. âLetâs never do this silent treatment thing again, okay?â
He nods, still clinging to you, and you feel his lips press a soft kiss against your shoulder, a wordless promise.
Leona Kingscholar
Itâs been two long days of silence. And if you know one thing about Leona Kingscholar, itâs that his stubbornness rivals your own. Youâve been circling around each other, neither one of you willing to be the first to admit defeat. But the silence is eating away at you, and, well⊠you miss him.
So, you hatch a plan. A very dramatic, ridiculous, and completely unnecessary plan.
Armed with a large bouquet of sunflowersâbecause roses are too obviousâyou march into Savanaclaw with all the confidence of someone who is absolutely not going to be embarrassed by this. Nope. You pass by several confused students on your way to Leonaâs room, each one giving you strange looks as you carry the huge bouquet.
You stop in front of his door, take a deep breath, and knock. No answer. You knock again, louder this time.
Still nothing.
Sighing, you decide to just barge inâbecause whatâs a grand gesture without a bit of dramatic flair? Pushing open the door, you find Leona lounging on his bed, arms behind his head, eyes closed.
Perfect.
You march up to him and stand by his bed, holding the bouquet in front of you like a shield. âLeona Kingscholar, hear me out!â you declare, in a tone thatâs probably more suited for a court jester than someone in an actual relationship.
One of his ears twitches, and his eyes crack open, glancing at you. You stand tall and proud, despite how ridiculous you feel, presenting the sunflowers like theyâre some rare treasure. âI come bearing these humble sunflowers as an offering to ask for your forgiveness, O Great King of Beasts.â
He snorts. Actually snorts. âWhat are you on about, herbivore?â
You drop to one knee dramatically, holding the flowers up to him as if youâre a knight swearing fealty to his king. âPlease, Leona! Forgive my transgressions! I was wrong to argue with you, and I cannot bear another moment without your esteemed company!â
Leona raises an eyebrow, staring at you with what can only be described as amusement. âYouâre really going all out, huh?â
âI am but a humble servant, groveling for your mercy!â you continue, refusing to break character. âPlease, take these sunflowers as a token of my undying affection and devotion!â
By now, Leona is fully awake, sitting up and resting his chin in his hand, clearly trying to hold back laughter. âSunflowers, huh? How thoughtful of you.â
âOf course!â You stand up dramatically, thrusting the bouquet toward him. âThey represent my radiant affection for you!â
Leona finally lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âBut do you forgive me?â you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.
He rolls his eyes, but the grin on his face betrays his amusement. âYeah, yeah, youâre forgiven. Just stop with the theatrics, would ya?â
You grin, knowing youâve won him over. But thereâs something still lingering in the air, some tension that hasnât quite disappeared yet. Leona might be laughing, but you can tell heâs still a bit on edge, still a little distant.
Setting the sunflowers aside, you walk over to the bed and sit next to him. âLeona, I know it was a dumb fight, but⊠you know youâre the only one for me, right?â
He glances at you, his smile fading slightly as he considers your words. âYeah?â
âYeah,â you say softly, scooting closer. âI mean it. Iâm not going anywhere.â
For a moment, heâs quiet, and you can see the tension in his shoulders start to ease. Then, without a word, he shifts, pulling you down onto the bed with him, his body practically draping over yours like a big, heavy, warm blanket. His arms wrap around you, his tail curling possessively around your leg, anchoring you to him.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, letting out a low, contented sigh. âYou better not,â he mumbles against your skin. âI donât feel like dealing with anyone elseâs nonsense.â
You smile softly, running your fingers through his hair, scratching gently behind his ears. âWouldnât dream of it.â
Leona presses closer, his body relaxing fully against yours as if heâs been waiting for this. His weight is comforting, and you can feel the way he melts into your embrace, his tail tightening just slightly around you as if to say, mine.
You wrap your arms around him, holding him as close as you can, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against yours. âYou okay now?â you ask quietly.
âYeah,â he mutters, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. âJust donât pull that silent treatment crap again. Hate it.â
You chuckle softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. âDeal.â
He grumbles something under his breath, but the way he snuggles even closer to you tells you that all is forgiven. You hold him tight, and in that moment, with him lying on top of you like a big, lazy cat, everything feels right again.
Azul Ashengrotto
Itâs been two long, dreadful days of silence between you and Azul. And for someone like himâsomeone who thrives on words, on negotiation, on controlâitâs been absolutely agonizing. But his pride wonât let him be the first to crack. Heâs stubborn like that.
And you? Well, youâre not much better.
But enough is enough. The tension between you both is suffocating, and while youâre both great at the silent treatment, itâs clear this little game of emotional chicken has to end. Youâve had enough of this cold war, and after mulling over how to make amends, you come up with the most absurd, ridiculous plan that just might work.
You stand outside the Mostro Lounge, a grin on your face, feeling more than a little proud of yourself. In your arms is the biggest, gaudiest, most unnecessary floral arrangement imaginableâan explosion of blues and purples that makes it look like youâve picked half of the Coral Sea to present to Azul. There are seashells, ribbons, and even a tiny fake octopus plush dangling from the bouquet, like the cherry on top of your ridiculous masterpiece.
You march into the Lounge, catching the attention of several customers, who stop to stare as you make your way toward Azulâs office. Ignoring their looks, you throw the door open dramatically, the bouquet nearly tipping you over with its weight.
âAzul Ashengrotto!â you declare, bursting into his office. Heâs sitting at his desk, and the second he sees you and the monstrosity of flowers in your arms, his eyes go wide. âI have come to beg for your forgiveness!â
He blinks, clearly caught off guard by the sheer audacity of the display. âW-WhatâŠ?â
You march up to him, practically dropping the bouquet on his desk with a flourish. âThese flowers represent my sincere regret for my terrible behavior during our argument. As you can see, they are over-the-top and completely unnecessary, much like my stubbornness.â
Azul stares at the bouquet, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. âY-YouâŠâ He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to compose himself, but thereâs a telltale twitch at the corner of his lips that suggests heâs seconds away from laughing. âThis is absurd.â
âI know,â you reply with a dramatic sigh, throwing a hand to your forehead like a tragic figure. âI have been plagued with guilt these past two days, Azul. I couldnât bear another moment without your lovely company.â
He finally cracks, letting out a soft chuckle. âYouâre insufferable.â
âOnly for you, darling.â You lean over the desk, waggling your eyebrows, and he sighs, shaking his head. His laughter is light, but thereâs a vulnerability in his eyes that pulls at your heartstrings. He may be smiling, but somethingâs still weighing on him.
With a small smile, Azul stands from his desk and walks around it until heâs standing right in front of you. He reaches for your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles before looking up at you with a much softer expression than before.
âIâll admit⊠I wasnât sure if youâd come,â he murmurs, his voice quieter now. âBut Iââ He pauses, his gaze dropping to the floor, as if debating whether or not to say the next words. âDid you⊠only come back because you thought you had to? Or do you still⊠want me?â
His voice cracks, just a little, but itâs enough to make your heart break. You blink in surprise, your breath catching at the rawness in his question.
âAzulâŠâ you say softly, stepping closer, cupping his face gently in your hands. His eyes dart to yours, filled with a mix of uncertainty and hope, and it almost shatters you. âOf course I want you. Always.â
He swallows hard, and you can see the tears welling up in his eyes, ones heâs desperately trying to hide. But you wonât let him. You pull him close, wrapping your arms around him tightly, holding him as if you could shield him from the insecurities swirling in his mind.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, pressing your lips to his temple. âI love you. Iâve always loved you since I met you, and I always will. No matter what.â
Azul clings to you, his arms wrapping around your waist, burying his face in your shoulder as his breath hitches. The tears come slowly, quietly, and you feel them soak into your shirt as he holds you like youâre his lifeline.
You kiss the top of his head, brushing your lips against his hair, then down to his tear-streaked cheeks. âIâm here,â you whisper between each kiss, your voice soft and soothing. âIâm right here. Youâre not alone, Azul. You never were.â
He squeezes you tighter, as if afraid to let go, and you can feel the tension slowly leaving his body. You keep kissing away his tears, gentle and patient, letting him take all the time he needs. Eventually, his breathing steadies, and he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes red-rimmed but filled with so much affection it makes your heart swell.
âYouâre ridiculous,â he murmurs again, though thereâs no bite to his words. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, his lips brushing yours in the lightest of touches.
âRidiculous, but yoursâ you reply, grinning, and he huffs a quiet laugh.
âYes⊠you are,â he whispers, and this time, when he kisses you, itâs slow and tender, his lips soft but firm against yours, filled with all the love and relief heâs been holding back. You kiss him back with just as much affection, your arms wrapping around him as you both lose yourselves in the moment.
When he finally pulls away, you rest your forehead against his once more, both of you breathing a little heavier but feeling lighter than you have in days.
âNo more arguments, okay?â you murmur, smiling softly.
âNo promises,â he teases, but thereâs a warmth in his voice now, a comfort that reassures you everything will be just fine.
And as you hold him close, with his head resting against your shoulder, you know it too. Everything will be just fine.
Jamil Viper
After two long days of silence, the weight of the unresolved argument with Jamil has become unbearable. Youâre done waiting for him to make the first move, especially knowing how he can beâcautious, calculating, always one step ahead but never one to make the first emotional leap. You miss him, and more importantly, you want to make things right, even if it means doing something absolutely ridiculous.
Which is how you find yourself standing outside his dorm, holding a tray of⊠pancakes. Not just any pancakes, though. These are heart shaped, perfectly arranged to spell out âIâM SORRYâ in big, syrup-drenched letters. Youâre not sure what possessed you to make pancakes an apology tool, but hey, everyone loves pancakes, right?
With a deep breath, you knock on his door. After a moment, Jamil opens it, his expression neutral, but the second he spots the tray, his eyes narrow in confusion.
âWhat... is this?â
You grin sheepishly, lifting the tray up like a peace offering. âAn apology. In pancake form.â
Jamil blinks at the sight, clearly trying to process this ridiculous gesture. âYou⊠made pancakes to say sorry?â
âYes. And theyâre shaped like hearts. See? I even used syrup to write it out so thereâs no confusion.â You point to the pancakes proudly. âYou canât stay mad at me after this, right?â
For a moment, Jamil just stares at the tray, his expression unreadable, before a slow, reluctant smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He lets out a quiet huff of laughter, pinching the bridge of his nose. âYouâre unbelievable.â
âMaybe, but Iâm yours.â
He shakes his head, but thereâs no denying the amusement in his eyes. âYou could have just apologized with words, you know.â
âI could have,â you agree, âbut whereâs the fun in that?â You give him your best hopeful grin, offering him a plate. âCome on, at least eat one. Theyâre good! I even made them heart-shaped.â
Jamil sighs, taking the plate from you with a resigned smile. He grabs one of the heart-shaped pancakes and bites into it, giving you a side glance. âI suppose I canât stay mad after this.â
You watch him closely, noticing the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. You know him well enough to see through his calm facade. Beneath it all, heâs still embarrassedâmostly about the argument, but also because he let his temper get the best of him. You can tell thatâs whatâs really bothering him, even now.
âYou know,â you say softly, stepping closer, âitâs okay that we argued.â
Jamil looks at you, his brows furrowing slightly. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, you donât have to feel bad for losing your temper. You donât always have to hold everything in around me. Itâs okay to let it out, to be angry, to argue. Weâre not always going to agree, and thatâs fine.â You place your hand gently on his arm. âIâll always come back and fix things, even if you feel like you canât. Thatâs what we do, right?â
Jamil stares at you for a moment, his expression softening as your words sink in. Thereâs a vulnerability in his eyes, one that he rarely shows, and it breaks your heart just a little. Slowly, he sets the plate down and reaches for you, pulling you into his arms.
âYouâre too forgiving,â he murmurs, resting his chin on top of your head.
âAnd youâre too hard on yourself,â you reply, wrapping your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. âI meant it. You donât have to be perfect with me, Jamil. You can be yourself, temper and all.â
He lets out a quiet sigh, his grip tightening slightly around you. âYouâll regret saying that one day.â
âI doubt it,â you tease, pulling back just enough to look up at him. âBut if I do, Iâll make more food.â
That earns you a small, genuine laugh, and before you can say anything else, Jamil leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His lips linger for a moment, and when he pulls back, his expression is softer than youâve seen in days.
âYouâre serious about that promise?â he asks quietly, his hand cupping your cheek. âThat no matter what, youâll always come back?â
You nod, holding his gaze. âAlways. Even if we argue, even if things get tough, Iâll be right here. Iâll come back and fix it, even if you canât.â
Jamilâs eyes flicker with emotion, and before you know it, heâs kissing youâsoft and slow at first, but thereâs a desperation behind it, a need for reassurance. You kiss him back with the same intensity, your fingers threading through his hair as you pull him closer, trying to pour every bit of love and understanding into the kiss.
When you finally break apart, youâre both a little breathless, but the tension that had been there for the past two days is gone. He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he exhales slowly.
âIâll hold you to that promise,â he whispers, and you can hear the relief in his voice. âJust donât make me wait this long next time.â
You smile, reaching up to brush your lips against his again. âDeal. But only if you agree to eat more pancakes.â
He chuckles, pulling you back into his arms. âFine. But only because theyâre heart-shaped.â
And just like that, everything feels right again.
Vil Schoenheit
After two days of tense silence between you and Vil, you know you need to go all out if youâre going to get him to forgive you. Apologies are one thing, but Vil is someone who values effort, refinement, and, of course, aesthetic appeal. You canât just go in with flowersâno, you need to apologize in a way that matches his standards.
So naturally, you end up outside his dorm with a full-on spa set-up. A luxury at-home facial kit, to be precise, complete with rare, imported skincare masks and the finest essential oils. You may or may not have spent more on this than youâve ever spent on yourself before, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
When Vil opens the door, his eyes immediately narrow at the sight of you holding a basket filled with beautifully arranged skincare products. âWhat⊠is this?â he asks, raising an eyebrow.
You smile, trying to play it cool. âAn apology. In skincare form.â You thrust the basket toward him. âI thought maybe youâd like to, uh, pamper yourself andâlook! I even got the organic lavender serum you were talking about last month!â
Vil stares at the basket, then at you, his lips pressing into a thin line. âYouâre bribing me with skincare?â
âTechnically, Iâm apologizing with skincare,â you correct, flashing a sheepish grin. âI know I messed up, and I know you like to unwind with your beauty routine, so I thought this might help smooth things over. Literally and figuratively.â
For a long moment, he just stands there, gazing at you with an unreadable expression. Youâre starting to think you mightâve miscalculated when, suddenly, a soft chuckle escapes him. âYou are⊠absolutely ridiculous.â
You blink. âSo⊠thatâs a yes on the skincare?â
Vil shakes his head, but the faintest smile is playing on his lips. âYouâre lucky youâre my sweet potato.â
Relief floods through you at his words. âIâll take that as forgiveness, then.â
He sighs, taking the basket from you and setting it on the table. âYes, I forgive you.â But even as he says it, thereâs a hesitation in his eyes, a flicker of something deeper that makes you pause.
You step closer, gently reaching for his hand. âAre you still mad?â
Vil glances away for a moment, and you can see the tension in his posture. When he speaks, his voice is softer, more vulnerable than usual. âNo, Iâm not mad. But⊠I was afraid. So, so afraid that Iâd pushed you away too. That Iâd lost the one person who could tolerate me.â
Your heart clenches at his words. You can feel the weight of all the pressure heâs put on himself, the fear of losing someone important. Without thinking, you pull him into a tight embrace, wrapping your arms around him as if you could shield him from that fear. âVil, listen to me. Iâm not here because I tolerate you. Iâm here because I love you.â
He stiffens in your arms for a moment, but slowly, he relaxes, his hands coming to rest on your back. âYou say that now, butââ
You cut him off, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. âNo, I mean it. Loving someone isnât about tolerating them. Itâs about being with them because you canât imagine being anywhere else.â You brush a strand of hair from his face, your thumb gently tracing his cheek. âIâm here because youâre everything to me, Vil. Even if youâre mean sometimes. Even if we argue. Iâm not going anywhere.â
His eyes soften at your words, and for a moment, he just looks at you, like heâs trying to memorize every inch of your face. Then, without a word, he leans in and presses a soft, tender kiss to your lips, his hands gently cradling your face. The kiss is slow, almost tentative, as if heâs still afraid youâll disappear.
When he finally pulls away, you can see the unshed tears in his eyes, though he quickly blinks them away. âI donât deserve you,â he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.
âYou do,â you whisper back, kissing him again, softer this time, lingering against his lips. âAnd Iâm staying. Forever, even if youâre a diva sometimes.â
Vil lets out a soft, breathy laugh, resting his forehead against yours. âForever?â he repeats, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
âForever,â you promise, pulling him closer until his arms wrap around you fully. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, holding him tight, and for the first time in two days, everything feels right again.
And as he hugs you back, his grip a little tighter than before, you know he believes you.
Idia Shroud
You stand outside of Idiaâs room, holding a stack of video game cases in one hand and a ridiculously oversized plush of his favorite game character in the other. This might be the dumbest idea youâve ever had, but itâs not like you could just waltz in and hand him a flower. Idia isnât exactly the flowers-and-chocolates type. No, he needs something bigger. Geekier. Something so outrageous that itâll leave him flustered beyond beliefâsomething that only you would dare to pull off.
So here you are, wearing a custom-made cosplay of the main character from his favorite RPG. And if this doesnât get him to forgive you, you donât know what will.
You knock on his door, bracing yourself for whatâs about to come next. At first, thereâs no response, so you knock again, louder this time. After a few seconds, you hear shuffling inside and the telltale sound of something crashing to the floorâclassic Idia. Finally, the door creaks open just enough for you to see a pair of glowing eyes peeking through the gap.
âWhat⊠are you wearing?â His voice is barely audible, and you can already tell heâs regretting opening the door.
With a dramatic flourish, you throw your arms wide and hold out the plush. âOh, mighty Idia, Lord of the Underworld and Master of All Games, I come bearing offerings to beg for your forgiveness!â You strike a pose, holding the plush in front of you like itâs some kind of magical artifact.
Idiaâs eyes go wide, and you swear his hair flares up a notch, turning into a bright pink. He blinks, clearly stunned, before his hand shoots out to yank you inside his room, slamming the door shut behind you.
âW-What are you doing?!â His voice cracks as he looks at you, then the plush, then the video games. His hair is now a brilliant shade of neon pink, a sign that heâs absolutely mortified. âAre you trying to kill me from embarrassment?!â
You canât help but grin at how flustered he is. âHey, I had to go big! You were ignoring me for two whole days!â
âI wasnât ignoring you!â He fidgets, avoiding eye contact as his hair flickers pink. âI just⊠thought maybe you were tired of me or somethingâŠâ
Your grin fades, replaced with surprise. âTired of you? What are you talking about?â
Idia sinks into his gaming chair, nervously picking at the hem of his hoodie. âI just figured⊠you know, youâd realize you could do better. I mean, câmon, Iâm not exactly âcatch of the yearâ material. Youâre always out there, living in the real world, and Iâm⊠well, here. Playing games and⊠avoiding people.â
You take a deep breath, moving closer until youâre standing right in front of him. âIdia,â you say firmly, âif you seriously think Iâd ever get tired of you, youâre out of your mind.â
He glances up at you, clearly unconvinced, so you kneel down, placing the plush in his lap before grabbing his hands. âYou mean the world to me. Iâd literally fight God in a 1v1 death match if it meant keeping you.â
His eyes go wide again, his hair flaring even brighter. âY-Youâd what?â
âI mean it,â you continue, squeezing his hands. âI love you, okay? Whether weâre sitting in here gaming or youâre talking to me about your latest game binge, or even when youâre convinced that youâre somehow not enough. You are enough, Idia. Youâre more than enough.â
For a moment, he just stares at you, processing your words. Then, slowly, he leans forward, wrapping his arms around you in the most awkward, yet endearing hug imaginable. His face is buried in your shoulder, and you can feel the heat radiating from his hair as it flares even pinker. âYouâre⊠too good for me,â he mumbles against your shoulder, his voice small.
You chuckle softly, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight. âNope. Youâre stuck with me.â
He pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours, and you can see the vulnerability in them. âYou really mean that?â
âOf course I do.â You lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, watching as his hair flickers with warmth. âIâm not going anywhere. Ever.â
Idia blinks a few times before he wraps his arms around you again, pulling you closer this time. âYouâre ridiculous,â he mutters, but thereâs a smile tugging at his lips. âBut I guess⊠I forgive you. Not that I was really mad in the first place.â
You laugh, nuzzling into his neck. âGood. âCause I missed you.â
His grip tightens around you, and for a moment, you both stay like thatâwrapped up in each other, the tension of the past few days melting away. Finally, he pulls back, his eyes flicking toward his gaming setup. âSo, uh⊠you wanna play something?â
You grin. âI thought youâd never ask.â
The two of you settle onto the floor, your back leaning against his chest as he hands you a controller. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder, his hair still glowing a soft pink at the ends as the game starts up.
As you start playing, he presses a quick kiss to your temple. âThanks. For, yâknow⊠everything.â
You smile, leaning back into his warmth. âAnytime, Idia. Anytime.â
Malleus Draconia
The wind howls as you trudge across the campus, dragging a massive stone gargoyle behind you. It weighs approximately as much as a baby elephant, and if anyone else saw you right now, theyâd think youâd completely lost it. But you know exactly what youâre doing. You know the storm swirling above Night Raven College is because of him, and if thereâs one thing Malleus Draconia loves more than you (or so you like to tease), itâs a well-crafted gargoyle.
So here you are, yanking the poor stone creature across the wet grass like youâre on some kind of mission. Your arms ache, your back is screaming, and youâre about to regret this grand gesture entirelyâuntil you finally see the towering spires of Diasomnia in the distance. Almost there.
You pause for a second to catch your breath, leaning on the gargoyle like itâs an old friend. âYouâd better work,â you mutter to it, âbecause if I have to drag you all the way back, I swearââ
A gust of wind nearly knocks you over, reminding you why youâre out here in the first place. You shake off the rain, grit your teeth, and resume your march toward Diasomniaâs courtyard.
Once you arrive, you park the gargoyle right underneath Malleusâs window. Perfect placement. You could be a medieval decorator at this point.
You pick up a few rocks from the ground, size them up in your hand, and start tossing them at his window, each one making a soft thunk against the glass. After the third throw, the window creaks open, and Malleus leans out, looking down with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. His eyes land on the gargoyle first, then on you, soaked to the bone and holding a rock like youâre about to reenact some ancient ritual.
âHuh?â is all he says, blinking at the sight before him.
âMalleus!â you shout dramatically, âCome down! I brought you a peace offering!â
He stares at the gargoyle, then at you, before disappearing from the window in a blur. Within seconds, heâs outside, standing in front of you, his expression unreadable but his eyes glowing faintly with that magical storm swirling around them. The weather above you rumbles ominously, thunder echoing across the sky.
âMalleus, Iââ
Before you can even finish, he pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you like heâs afraid youâll vanish. You freeze for a second, surprised, then feel his body trembling slightly against yours. âIâm sorry,â he murmurs into your hair, his voice low and filled with regret. âI didnât mean for this to happen. The storm⊠I didnât know it would affect you too.â
You realize then that his hands are shaking, gripping onto you like youâre his lifeline. Your heart softens, and you return the hug, pressing your face into his neck. âNo, Iâm sorry,â you mumble into his skin. âI didnât mean to upset you. I shouldâve come sooner⊠with or without the gargoyle.â
He lets out a shaky breath, and you feel the tension begin to fade from his body. Slowly, the storm above you starts to calmâthe wind softens, the rain turns into a light drizzle, and the ominous clouds roll back as if they were never there to begin with.
You pull back just enough to look at him, his glowing eyes now gentle as they meet yours. âSo, uh⊠do you like the gargoyle?â you ask, grinning a little.
Malleus chuckles softly, his eyes flicking to the stone statue behind you. âItâs⊠impressive. Though you didnât have to go through such lengths.â
You shrug. âWell, it worked, didnât it?â
He smiles, a genuine, relieved smile, and before you can say anything else, he tugs you back toward the castle. âCome inside,â he murmurs, his voice softer now. âYouâre soaked, and you brought a guest. We should both dry off.â
The two of you (and your new gargoyle friend) make your way to his room, and as soon as the door closes behind you, Malleus pulls you onto his bed, wrapping himself around you like a possessive dragon hoarding his most precious treasure. His arms curl around your waist, and his body presses snugly against yours as he buries his face in your neck.
You stroke his hair gently, the warmth of his embrace chasing away the last bit of chill from the storm. âYou know I love you, right?â you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
âI know,â he replies quietly, his grip on you tightening slightly. âI just⊠sometimes, I worry.â
You pull back enough to kiss him properly, your lips brushing against his softly, reassuringly. âYou donât have to worry,â you murmur between kisses. âYou mean everything to me. And if I have to drag a hundred gargoyles across campus to prove it, I will.â
Malleus chuckles against your lips, a low, warm sound that rumbles through his chest. âPlease donât. One is more than enough.â
You laugh softly, nuzzling into his neck as you both settle into a comfortable silence, the storm outside completely gone now, leaving only peace and quietâand a very satisfied, if slightly confused, gargoyle standing guard outside.
Rollo Flamme
The argument with Rollo had left a strange tension in the air, but knowing him, it was probably accompanied by a quiet storm of overthinking and guilt on his end. Rollo Flamme wasnât one to voice his frustrations loudly, but his brooding could be as heavy as the weight of the world.
You figure itâs time to fix this, and, because you canât just do anything the normal way, you decide on something specialâsomething thatâd be just the right mix of thoughtful and ridiculous to get his attention.
Thatâs why you find yourself in the Bell Tower, with a bundle of parchment paper in your arms. Not just any parchment, thoughâcarefully selected handwritten notes of every philosophical thought, poetry piece, and historical fact you know Rolloâs obsessed with. Youâve even bound it like a book, with a dramatic title on the front: âAn Ode to Perfection: Why Rollo is Always Right (Sometimes)â. Itâs sarcastic enough to make him smile, but sincere enough to show you care.
Climbing the stairs of the bell tower is no small feat, but youâre determined. Once at the top, you glance out at the courtyard, where you know heâll be, and with a deep breath, you shout, âROLLO FLAMME, I HAVE CLIMBED THE HEIGHTS TO OFFER YOU THIS SYMBOL OF MY UNDYING RESPECT AND HUMILITY!â
Your voice echoes dramatically through the courtyard, and sure enough, you see Rollo down below, startled out of his brooding. He looks up, eyes widening at the sight of you, but itâs hard to tell if heâs more confused or horrified by the spectacle.
âI OFFER THISââ you hold the makeshift book high, ââAS A PEACE TREATY BETWEEN US, THAT WE MAY NEVER AGAIN BE SEPARATED BY MERE MORTAL PETTINESS!â
Rollo stares for a long moment, before he suddenly breaks into a full-on sprint toward the tower. Heâs halfway up the stairs before you know it, and when he reaches the top, his face is a mix of red embarrassment and panic.
âWhat are you doing?â he half-hisses, half-pleads, his cheeks flushed from both the running and the mortification of what youâve just done in full view of the school. His voice lowers as he grabs your arm and tries to pull you away from the edge. âAre you insane? You couldâve fallen, andââ
âI wasnât going to fall!â you grin, holding out the âbookâ triumphantly. âI came to apologize.â
He stares at the bundle of papers in your hand, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. âWhat⊠is this?â
âAn apology. Written in beautiful calligraphy and filled with all the reasons why youâre wonderful, overthinking, but still somehow right most of the time.â You wiggle the book in front of his face. âItâs all for you.â
Rolloâs face, already red from exertion, turns an even deeper shade of crimson. His lips part, but no words come out for a second as he glares at the book, then at you. âYou⊠climbed the bell tower. Yelled in front of everyone. And wrote a whole book toââ
âGet you to forgive me, yeah,â you finish for him, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âI figured youâd appreciate the effort, Mr. Perfectionist.â
He looks at the book again, his hands shaky as he takes it from you, carefully cradling it as if itâs some kind of sacred artifact. His voice drops to a whisper. âYou⊠didnât have to go this far. I was never angry at you.â
You blink, surprised by his words. âWhat do you mean?â
Rollo glances down, his fingers curling tighter around the book. âI thought⊠maybe youâd realize you didnât need someone like me. That youâd see how much of a burden I am.â
Your heart clenches at his words. Without hesitation, you step closer, reaching out to cup his cheek, forcing him to meet your gaze. âRollo Flamme, if you think for a second that Iâd leave you, youâre wrong. Iâd get into a fistfight with God for you, and win.â
His eyes widen, and a nervous chuckle escapes his lips. âThatâs⊠quite dramatic.â
âYou inspire drama,â you reply with a grin, but then your tone softens, and you pull him into a tight hug. âYou mean the world to me, Rollo. I donât care about your overthinking, your brooding, or your perfectionism. I care about you.â
He tenses for a moment in your embrace, but then slowly, almost hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you in return. His hands still tremble slightly, but he buries his face in your shoulder, his grip tightening as if heâs afraid to let go. âI donât deserve this,â he whispers, his voice barely audible. âI donât deserve you.â
You shake your head, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his temple. âYou deserve all of it. And more.â
For a moment, he just holds onto you, breathing deeply as if trying to calm his racing thoughts. Then, after a long silence, he pulls back slightly, his eyes glistening with unshed tears as he looks at you. âI⊠apologize as well. For doubting⊠for everything.â
You smile, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his face. âWeâre both forgiven then.â
He nods, his face still flushed with embarrassment but now softened with relief. Without another word, he pulls you back into his room, where you spend the rest of the afternoon curled up togetherâRollo resting his head against your shoulder, still clutching the book you made him, while you hold him close, reassuring him with soft kisses and whispered words of love.
The tower bells toll softly in the background, but for the two of you, thereâs nothing but the warmth of each otherâs presence.
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cat shifter reader x task force 141
(An AU to the AU--based on an ask and the results of this poll.)
No more guns a-blazing or cruel glory. The 141 had their time in the military; now, it was time to slow down.
Of course, when one sticks with the same people for half their life, through thick and thin, there is no going back. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb--and the 141 had spilled enough blood together that it practically ran through each others veins. They were inseparable, bound in both trauma and trust, and to part would dissolve the only stability they'd shared. Snip away red strings wrought both in shared drinks and on the battlefield.
What they didn't expect was the addition of you.
In deciding to retire, the 141 bought an old farm in the backcountry. A weary, rickety place that was practically begging for renovations. The busy work gave them something to do with already-rough hands, so they didn't mind--taking care of the animals, replacing the rotting wood, and updating the plumbing simply meant they could make the place their own. And after the house was fixed up, they got to updating the barn, fixing up a chicken coop, installing new fencing, etc.
It was also during these renovations that they got to know the stray cat who'd been living in the barn attic.
Feral--they first thought. Plenty of farm cats were, and the place had been long unlived-in that they believed no one could have socialized or cared for her. Not to mention that she'd been so riled up with them around; hissing from behind walls, or above while balancing on the beams. Jutting her paws out and trying to scratch them while they worked. They always knew where she was by the jingle of the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon as though she were someone's pet let loose. Left on the roadside maybe, and for that, they didn't blame her.
But for the most part, she only occupied the second floor of the barn, and she kept the place free of rats and mice. They couldn't have those running around, so for the most part, they stayed out of her way. And she learned to stay out of theirs.
Until she got sick.
"Haven't seen the kit in a while," Gaz finally spoke, poking at the leftover stew in his bowl. It was already dinner when everyone was winding down for the night, and their beloved foe had been missing for three days. "I'm getting worried."
"I'm sure she's fine," Soap reassured him, shoveling another spoonful in his mouth. "Maybe ran off to the woods or somethin'."
"But it's been rainin' plenty lately," Gaz pressed. "You'd think she'd hole up in the attic per usual."
"We can check in the morning," Price sighed, adjusting himself in his seat. "'Sides, wouldn't do any good to be missin' a barn cat--"
"Tonight."
Soap lifts his head to squint over at the man by the sink. "Didn't take ya for a cat person, LT."
"Wanna make sure the mangy thing ain't dead." Ghost drops his dishes with an ceremonial clink-clink-clink. "Would stink up the place."
But when they finally made their way up the sketchy ladder to the barn attic, and they finally pushed aside all the dusty boxes and rusty equipment, what they found wasn't a cat but a young woman--face red with fever and tangled deeply, restlessly, in worn blankets and stolen clothes. Unknown and without ID--save for the bell around her neck, tied with a soft silk ribbon.
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Bonus Thoughts:
It's quickly determined that you're only suffering from a regular cold, but on the verge of winter, the barn is no place to stay warm. Hence a quiet moment of deliberation between the boys, standing around, not knowing what to do. Also not knowing if their first assumption--that this is their fussy barn cat--is possible. In any case, they can't just leave you here.
Ghost is relegated the duty of carrying you down the very sketchy ladder (as he is with carrying most things). But not before Price wraps you up like a burrito, in case you wake up and decide to try and scratch again.
"'Mangy thing,' huh, LT?"
"Hope you know she's gettin' your bed."
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TWENTY-SIX MONTHS
Before Todoroki Shoto came Pro Hero Shoto. You would be a fool to think he would pick the first before the other. You would be a fool to think that you, a citizen with no name, could ever stand by his side.
â starring. baby daddy!todoroki shoto x fem!reader
â tags. miscommunication trope, angst, pregnancy and giving birth, friends with benefits, vague relationships, running away, slight single parent!au
â warnings. ages are unmentioned, but shoto is in his late 20s/early 30s, smut, soft sex, cunnilingus, praise, p in v, use of petnames (baby, pretty girl), reader gets called a good girl once, shoto is highkey a munch
â word count. 8.2k
â requested? no
â notes. this one ruined me tbh LOL i have a nasty habit of slipping btw present and past tense so the tenses in this one might be all over the place :')))
Whatever you and Todoroki Shoto had together, you knew it wasnât romantic.
You were his outlet. His source of relaxation when being a hero became too much to bear on his shoulders alone. You were fantastical. You were illusionary. With you, he was no longer Pro Hero Shoto, Number Three Hero. With you, he was just Shoto. And for your moments away from the world hidden beneath wrinkled sheets and closed curtains, that was enough for him. When morning came, and those curtains had to be drawn, he would become Pro Hero Shoto again, and you would wake up to an empty bed.
For you, he was everything.
For you, he was your hero before he became a Pro. He saved you from succumbing to the stress of standing out to survive as a support class student. He saved you from your insecurities and false ambitions, and he saved you from living a life you didnât truly want. Todoroki Shoto was your best friend before he became the man shrouded in shadow â the man you hid away in secrecy to bed whenever he wanted.
He told you he would be gone for a while. A mission in upper Kyoto that took him away from your arms while you stayed safe in Tokyo. He assured you that he would be fine and return to you as soon as possible. If you were a fool, you mightâve taken those to heart and swooned under the pretense of love. But you knew better.
Before Todoroki Shoto came Pro Hero Shoto. You would be a fool to think he would pick the first before the other. You would be a fool to think that you, a citizen with no name, could ever stand by his side. In your eyes, Shoto put his work before himself. Admirable, strong, ever-the-reliable Pro Hero Shoto. The nights he spent with you as just Shoto made you wonder who else got to see his true self.
The second month of his absence came, and you were sick. An illness had overtaken you, leaving you bedridden for days on end. At first, it had just been nausea. You put it off as motion sickness â you often had to take the train to and from anywhere. Perhaps your stomach had simply met its limit and was taking it out on you with lashes of sickness and vomiting.
After a week of being washed away in your bile, you realized that you had yet to bleed that month. Rather, you realized you hadnât had your monthly bleeding for a while. You werenât stupid. You knew what it all meant, and you knew the consequences of your actions had finally caught up to you. You hid away from the world, only leaving to purchase tests from the store.
The answers mocked you. PREGNANT. TWO MONTHS+.
You considered getting rid of it. To keep it your dirty little secret. Shoto would never have to know â no one would ever have to know. But as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, your hand resting atop your stomach, you felt at peace for once. As if you finally had a reason to keep going.
Five months had passed since he was gone, and you felt it now more than ever. You never explained to any of your friends or neighbours who was responsible for the swelling of your tummy, nor about the packages of furniture fit for a nursery that showed up on your doorstep. They never asked. No one knew your trysts with Shoto, and you planned to keep it that way.
For his sake.
You wished. You desperately wished that he could stay by your side, that he could support you through this time of anxiety and worry. You daydreamed of welcoming him home, your little bundle of joy wrapped in your arms as you kissed Shoto on the cheek â a reward for working hard as he always did. You thought about spending more than just nights of pleasure with the two-toned man, about wearing his ring and raising your beloved child together.
As a family.
Thirteen months had passed since you last saw Todoroki Shoto.
Thirteen long, gruelling, and lonely months were spent mourning his absence, even though he was still alive somewhere. It felt like the clouds that followed you for weeks parted only when your son was born. He looked like you. He had your nose and your eyes. He had the same rounded cheeks you still adorn, even well into adulthood. His voice was like bells on a clear sunny day, and when he lay in your arms, you declared that you would love him for all you were worth.
Even if the tuft of red and white on his head brought you immense heartache.
A selfish part of you wished that nothing of your son, whom youâve named Yami, would resemble his father. That way, you could truly hide his origins â your past that you refused to uncover. But the bigger part of you was overjoyed. The moment you laid eyes on his hair, matted down with blood and amniotic fluid, you sobbed uncontrollably. The nurses and midwife recognized the two-toned hair immediately and watched you with pitiful eyes as you clutched Yami to your chest.
You moved away the second you were discharged from the hospital, baby carrier in tow. You wished your neighbours well and thanked them for being so kind to you in the years you lived among them. You were gone within that same week.
You lived peacefully in your new home, tucked away in the countryside of southern Japan. You opted to stay away from TVs and the internet, worried that seeing his face might make you regret the rash decision to pick up and leave. Yami was growing quickly, already large for a four-month-old. His hair grew out, more red than white.Â
You didnât know if Shoto had made it back from his mission. If he did, you werenât sure how long he had been back or whether he had sustained any injuries. You didnât know if he went to your apartment to search for his fantasy. You didnât know if he thought of you at all.
You didnât know if he was alive.
The longer you spent away from the man, the more your heart yearned for him. Whenever Yami would quiet down for his nap, you stared out the window at the acres of empty farmland. In the vastness of space, you could only think of him. The man who had taken your heart from the tender age of fifteen. The man who possessed your life in his hands, though your essence seemed invisible to those blue and grey eyes.Â
The fool in you wondered if he ever had feelings for you â if he ever burned for you the way you did for him.Â
You felt like a dessert. Scorched inside and empty. Golden sands represented himâburning to the touch and yet all-encompassing. Even without him by your side, he was always there. He surrounded you, dragging you in, and you let him.
Yamiâs babbling would always break you out of your reverie, the pangs of guilt and sorrow gnawing away at your still-beating heart. The routine remained the same, day after day. After he woke up from his nap with an incoherent cry for his mother, you would settle him onto your lap and cry. You sobbed into his soft tufts of hair, apologizing for taking him away from his father, for hiding him away from the world just because you were a coward.
Yami was your darkness. He was your uncovered secret.Â
Two years and two months had passed since you last saw Todoroki Shoto.
Yami was seventeen months old and starting to look more and more like his father. He took his first steps earlier than any parenting book had told you he would, and it wasnât long after when he said his first word. It seemed the world was against you, and the universe was punishing you for keeping Yami away. You broke down for the first time in a while when that first word hit your ears.
âDa⊠DadaâŠâ
You werenât alone in your silent, unspoken wishes to be at Shotoâs side. Poor Yami, who had never met his father, spoke Shoto into existence with that one word.
âMy baby,â you sobbed, hugging Yami tightly to you as he babbled, repeating those two syllables over and over. âMy poor baby. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. Mommyâs so sorry, my babyâŠâ You rocked back and forth, crying endlessly. Yamiâs hands grasped at your clothes, hair, and face. His little round features twisted into a grimacing cry as he watched tears pour from your tired eyes for a reason he didnât yet understand.
The day he spoke his first word was when you showed him a picture of his father for the first time. Recognition flashed behind rounded eyes, recognition for a man heâd never met.
While you were grocery shopping â Yami balanced on your hip, a paper bag full of produce in the other arm â you heard Shotoâs name.
âDidnât you hear? Pro Hero Shoto is here! In town!â
âIsnât that weird? Why would such a hotshot be here, of all places? We arenât even on most mapsâŠâ
âWho cares?! Do ya think I can get an autograph?â
You break out into a run without paying attention to the rest of the conversation. You hold Yami to your chest, supporting his head as you run with all your might. The paper bag of fruit and vegetables lay forgotten behind you, surely to be crushed by any passing vehicles. You run until you canât run anymore, chest heaving in exhaustion. Using your object manipulation quirk, you open the front door to your house without taking your hands off Yami.
You whisper sweetings into his ear, telling him everything would be okay. Maybe you were telling yourself.
Not long after you returned home, the door rattled with a gentle knock. The very door you locked moments ago. You hold your breath, not wanting to see anyone. You didnât want to see him.
Your name was spoken in that soft voice you missed so much. Before you could stop him, Yami started sobbing, his high-pitched cries alerting the person outside that you were there. You shush Yami desperately, rocking him back and forth in an attempt to calm him down. You kiss his forehead, silently begging him to stop crying.
Your name was called out again, this time panicked and louder. Yamiâs cries increase in volume, and you feel your eyes water all the same.
The door hinges begin to frost over, and itâs knocked down in seconds. The loud noise scares your son, causing him to sob uncontrollably as he grasps painfully at your hair. You hide him behind you as you face the intruder head-on. Without blinking an eye, you use your quirk to lift the door off the ground, pushing it against the intruder, hoping to push him out completely.
The door is pushed away easily. After all, you are no match for Pro Hero Shoto.
He has gotten larger in the twenty-six months since you last saw him. His shoulders grew broader, his hero uniform barely hiding the dense but lean muscle that hid beneath it. His hair was longer, falling into his eyes as if he didnât have time to take care of it. The man in front of you looks different from the man you knew, but it is undoubtedly him.
He breathes out your name, steam rolling off his left side and icicles glistening atop his skin on his right. He steps over the forgotten door, into your house, and into your safe haven, large and commanding of your attention. You try to make yourself bigger, to hide Yami from his eyes, and perhaps to hide your shame as you stare at the father of your child.
âI looked for you everywhere,â he gravels, his voice deep and crackling with emotion. âI came home, and you were gone. Do you have any idea how fucking scary that was?! No one knew where you were, and your apartment was empty. I didnât know if you were safe, I didnât know if you were aloneâŠâ Shoto steps closer to you, anger seeping into his expression. âFor fuckâs sake, I didnât know if you were alive!â
Your heart hammers in your chest as he grows closer, his fists clenching angrily by his side. His eyes search you desperately, searching for any sign of injury or abuse. They trace over your wrists and ankles, perhaps looking for signs that you were held here not on your own will, that you didnât leave him just because you wanted to.
You pick your brain for the right words to say. You have thought about this day for years, and now that heâs in front of you, you donât know what to think. Your mind is a mess of shame and joy, your heart struggling in a fight against itself. Analyzing him, your eyes rake over his body. There were a few more scars you donât remember, some fine lines on his face that werenât there before, but it was him.
As your brain wraps around the fact that Shoto was really there after over two years, Shoto collapses to his knees in front of you. He all but crawls over to you as he shoves his face into your thighs. Hot, stinging tears hit your skin as he cries into your lap, his hands reaching to hold you. Large, calloused fingers grasped at your thighs, pulling you closer to him.
âI was so scared,â he admits, his body shaking as he cries silently. âI thought⊠I thought a villain had taken you.â
Your hands hover behind you, keeping Yami hidden. His cries have thankfully subsided the second Shoto entered the room, but you werenât sure for how long that would last. You can feel him grabbing at your shirt, trying to peek around you. Resisting the urge to wipe away Shotoâs tears, you grip onto your son tightly.
âHow did you know I was here?â You lick your dry lips, wincing at how raspy your voice is. The first words spoken to this man in over two years are painted over with wariness and caution, very unlike the words of encouragement and longing you had given him your last night together. âNo one knew I was here. Not even my family, so how did youâŠâ You trail off, unsure if you want to know the answer to this question.
Shoto pulls away from your lap, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks. âI searched for you every day. I never stopped once I realized you were gone. I was in communication with every hero in this fucking country, hoping that one day one of them would spot you.â He hastily wipes his cheeks, his trembling hands remaining at your side.
âWhy did you go?â he asks in a whisper. His voice, low and cracking, is broken as he speaks. âWhy did you leave me? Did I do something? Was IâŠâ Shoto swallows thickly as his insecurities taint his mind. âWas I not good to you? Did I make you leave?â
His endless questions send you for a loop. In front of you was not Pro Hero Shoto, but just Shoto. Your Shoto, the one you long for in your dreams. The one who paints your every happy memory and the one whose name you whisper into the dead of night.
And yet, as you feel Yamiâs tiny hands grab your arm, you canât answer any of his questions.
âDadaâŠ!â
The both of you freeze, and the world stands still for a moment. Shotoâs trembling gaze slowly left yours, meeting the eyes of the toddler behind you. The first thing Shoto notices is his hair â bright red with streaks of white bleeding through. He feels his heart stop and start again, his hold on you finally slipping as his body goes somewhat limp. He falls back onto his heels, fully kneeling before you now.
Snapping out of it, you turn around and take Yami into your arms, facing away from Shoto as you shush the poor baby, calming him down quietly. Shoto can only watch as you handle him with a gentle care he isnât privy to.
Without sparing another glance at Shoto, you start to walk away. He calls out your name hastily, and you can hear him clamber to his feet. Swallowing harshly, you look at him over your shoulder. Shoto looks out of place in your cozy living room, too large for the space. And yet, he appears small. His shoulders are hunched in as he reaches out to you with a face that begs you not to leave.
âHe⊠needs to be put down for his nap,â you whisper, kissing Yamiâs temple. âWe⊠can talk after.â
Before you can regret your words, you head into his nursery, painted a soft yellow. You coo at your son, gently resting him in the large crib that took up most of the roomâs space. You hum a lullaby to him as you stroke his hair, looking down at him with nothing but love.
Even long after he fell asleep, you donât move. You stay there for a while, watching Yami so closely you donât notice the presence at the door.
Shotoâs voice comes in a whisper. âHe⊠He is mine, isnât he?â
You can only nod, shame filling your soul as tears slip from your watery eyes. âHis name is Yami,â you speak, your voice cracking.
Shoto flinches but waits patiently as he watches you come to a stand. He doesnât rush you as you place Yamiâs favourite stuffed animals by his side, leaning down and kissing his forehead before approaching Shoto.
âLetâs talk in my room,â you whisper, glancing at Yami before shutting the door behind you.Â
The two of you enter your room, the stifling air suffocating you as you shuffle over to your bed. Shaky hands reach for your pillows as you keep your back to the Todoroki, fluffing them to keep yourself busy. Your throat feels grating as you swallow down harshly. The room feels both hot and freezing, which you assume is his doing.
He doesnât say anything either as he stares at the back of your head. Your hair looks different from the last time he saw you, and the clothes over your body arenât articles he can remember you own. He thinks back to that night when quiet goodbyes were whispered between sweaty sheets. He wonders what went wrong.
His eyes wander, his frightful gaze tearing away from you only to look around your room. There are remnants of you everywhere. Family pictures hang from the walls, and old posters he vaguely remembers from your apartment are pasted against grey paint. It was you, but different. It wasnât as colourful as your old room, and your trinkets are either out of sight or gone altogether.
When his eyes rest on you once more, a million questions run through his mind. Why did you leave him without a word? Images of your child, the very one who bore a striking resemblance to himself, flash in the forefront of his mind.
âHow have you been?â you croak out after too many beats of silence. Hugging a pillow to your chest, you turn ever so slightly, only glancing at him from the corner of your eye as if it were painful to even look at him. Perhaps it is.Â
Shoto can only stare at you in disbelief, his brows curling upward as his heartache shines through. âHow have I been?â he repeats breathily, his low voice raising half an octave. His mouth opens, but the words die on his tongue. Only after an excruciatingly long moment does he find the words again. âIâve been miserable. You were gone.â
You wince at the strain in his voice, gripping the pillow even tighter. Your knuckles whiten under your tight hold. âIâm sorry,â you whisper pathetically, swallowing the lump in your throat painfully.
âWhy?â he asks again, his voice cracking as he takes a tentative step toward you. âWhy did you disappear?â Shoto reaches for you, stopping just short of grabbing you by the shoulders. He canât tell if he wants to shake you until you see sense or hug you and never let go.
âI had to,â you urge, finally meeting his eyes. Your breath hitches, and you regret turning to him, but now you canât look away. Those mismatched eyes that used to bore into yours with unreadable emotion as he draped his body over yours were tired, dull, and pained.
Shoto is the first to break eye contact, staring at your floorboards as he attempts to string together his thoughts. âWas it me?â
With furrowed brows, you shake your head no. âShotoââ
âIf I knew,â he rushes out, interrupting you. His gaze drops to your stomach, and he imagines what you mightâve looked like, swollen with his child. âIf I knew, I wouldâve come back sooner. Fuck the mission, you needed me and IâŠâ He cuts himself off, bringing his hands up to your shoulders. His grip is tight enough to force you to look at him straight on, yet gentle. You think you can feel them trembling over your clothes, but you arenât sure if youâre imagining it or not. âIâm so sorry,â he almost cries. The pillow in your hands falls to the carpeted floor, but neither of you cares to pay attention to it.
âShoto, no,â you whisper, cupping his cheeks as you press your lips together. You thumb away his unshed tears. âThatâs not why I left.â
âThen why?â he breathes.
You purse your lips, biting at the inside of your cheek as you reflect on those lonely nights spent under cold blankets. âYouâre a hero,â you speak slowly. âI never had a place in your life, Shoto, not really. Iâm a nobody. If⊠If I stayed, I would have been holding you back. You deserved more than that.â
Shoto narrows his eyes at you. âI deserve you,â he blurts, his tongue stained with vexation at the mere implication of your words. You watch as his lower lip wobbles momentarily before he steels his expression. âIt isnât your place to decide whether or not you should be in my life. Thatâs something for me to decide, but you took that away from me.â
âTook what away, Shoto?â you exclaim, raising your voice for the first time that day. âThe sex? The comradery? You could have easily found that in someone else.â It hurts to admit, but you know itâs true. During those days together, you were a mere placeholder for someone better than you. Someone who could relate to him more than a nobody civilian could ever hope to.
After all, Pro Hero Shoto could have anyone he wanted.
Any anger left in his body dissipates as his body tenses. His face scrunches into something painful, mouth ajar and eyes wide as his grip on your shoulders tightens slightly. âWhat?â he whispers, the word dripping from his tongue like ice water. âWhat are you talking about?â The room feels like itâs dropped a few degrees, and if the frost that clings to his skin is any indication, it might have.
Averting your gaze, you try to wedge yourself out of his tight hold, but he doesnât let you, taking another step forward. Youâre practically chest-to-chest as he shakes your shoulders gently. âWhat are you talking about?â he repeats with an urgent tongue. âSomeone else? What are you talking about?â
You heave a sigh. âDonât play dumb, Shoto. Youâre⊠you. You could easily find someone to replace me.â
âIs that what you think?â he breathes harshly, steam rolling off his skin, melting the frost. âThat youâre just some replaceable body in my bed? Do you really think that lowly of me?â His expression twists as he reaches up to cup your jaw. His touch is burning, and yet you find yourself leaning into his palm.
âIsnât it the truth?â you murmur, your voice catching. âIâm not anyone special, Shoto.â
âYouâre my girlfriend,â he spits out, angry at the notion that you were a nobody. âYouâre special to me. Isnât that all that matters? I couldnât care less about the fact that youâre not a hero. That never mattered to me, so donât give me that bullshit.â
Your eyes snap open as you stare at Shoto in shock. You feel your body freeze over, and suddenly, your lungs are empty. â... What did you call me?â you croak.
Shoto stares deeply into your eyes, his own darting back and forth as he tries to read you. âMy girlfriend.â His voice wavers as he tries to understand why you look so confused.
âWe werenât dating,â you cry incredulously. âWhat are you talking about?â You watch Shoto as realization washes over his distraught expression and something within you cracks. âShoto, what are you talking about?â you ask again with a frantic pull to your voice. Shotoâs hands slip from your shoulders.
âWerenât we?â he whispers quietly, any strength sapping from his body as he limply stands before you.
With your heart beating faster than ever, your breath leaves chapped lips in uneven puffs of strangled air. âWe never talked about being anything more than justâŠâ You trail off, the past couple of years draping over your shoulders, weighing you down heavily.
âYou thought I was with you for the sex?â Shoto doesnât know how to feel or how to act. His face twists as several emotions run through him before his mind settles on heartache. His multicoloured eyes try to meet yours, but youâve already looked away. He moves his body, craning his neck to take a good look at you. He wants to see you. He wants you to see him. He utters your name in a broken whisper. âIt was never just sex for me, baby,â he declares, his voice cracking in sorrow. âYou had to have known that.â
He moves closer, cradling your face as he gently forces you to look at him. When he sees the indecisive glaze thatâs taken over your eyes, he feels his heart break just a little more. âPlease tell me you knew. That you know it was more than that.â
You blink away tears, your chest rising and falling quickly as you meet his intensive gaze. âYouâd only come to me at night,â you mutter, caught between wanting to lean into his touch and wanting to pull his hands off of you. âYou never stayed. You were always gone in the morning, Shoto. What was I supposed to believe?â
Shoto fights back a wince as he mulls over your words. He sighs, absentmindedly rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. âI was so busy with hero work,â he murmurs in horror-filled realization, frowning at himself. He shakes his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. âThatâs not an excuse. I should have tried harder to be around. But it was never just sex for me.â
His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, his forehead coming down to rest against yours. His eyes flutter closed, wet eyelashes sticking together as he lets out a trembling breath. âPlease believe me, baby,â he pleads quietly. âIâll be better. Iâll show you I love you. Iâll make sure you know this time, so pleaseâŠâ
Those three words pull the air from your lungs, but when he opens his eyes, youâre left truly breathless. Love, sorrow, and regret swirl in his blue and grey hues. You donât remember the last time youâve looked at Shoto like this. âPlease come back to me.â
âShotoââ
âIâll stop being a hero,â he interrupts you, a deep frown tugging at his lips. âIf thatâs what it takes.â
You make a face, your brows knitting together tightly. âDonât be stupid, Shoto,â you hush. âBeing a hero is your life. Iâd never ask you to throw that away for me.â
âYouâre my life,â he presses. One of Shotoâs hands moves to cup the back of your head, carding through your hair. âOur child will be my life. You matter more to me than anything else.â
Sighing, you close your eyes as you lean into his touch. âIâd be even more upset if you gave up,â you murmur. âI understand that being a hero leaves you with little free time. Soââ
âNo,â Shoto cries out. âDonât make excuses for me. I shouldâve tried harder. I should have realized things between us werenât clear.â He pauses for a moment, his brow bone tensing as he bites at his lip. âDo you love me?â
With a softened gaze, you knock on his forehead with a weak fist. âYouâve always been it for me, Sho.â
Shoto smiles at the nickname, a slight tick of the corner of his mouth. If you hadnât been so close and hadnât known his expressions as well as you did, you mightâve missed it. He leans closer, his nose brushing against your cheek as he kisses your tear-stained skin sweetly. âI love you,â he hushes, tugging you closer. His fingertips trail up your spine until theyâre entwined in your hair. âI love you.â
A shiver runs down your spine at the sensation as you curl into him. Your hands trail up his broad chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. Inhaling deeply, you stare at him in hesitation. âIs this real?â you murmur, your mind swirling with the vivid dreams youâve procured over the years. âYouâre really here, right? And you reallyâŠâ
âI love you,â he says again. He says it one, two, three more times, whispering into the side of your neck and he nudges himself into the empty space. His lips, which are cold against your blistering heat, brush against your earlobe as he all but whimpers your name. âThis is real. Iâm here, baby.â
You canât help but believe him, your eyes closing as he presses kiss after kiss on your skin, moving down your neck until heâs reached your collarbones. He nips at the spot, his tongue jutting out to soothe the darkening mark heâs left behind. âSho,â you scold weakly, your nails scraping against his scalp gently as you brush his hair out of his face.
Shoto grins boyishly at you, his hands resting on your hips as he guides you backwards, stepping over the forgotten pillow you dropped. âLet me show you,â he breathes out, looking down at you with wide eyes until he has you sat on the edge of your unmade bed. âLet me show you how much I love you.â
Then, he pauses, a brief flash of bashfulness flickering behind his embering gaze. âPlease?â
Youâre reaching out for him before you can answer, tugging him down to your height. You donât reply with words, pressing desperate lips against his as you pull him over you until heâs pinned over your trembling body. Strong forearms rest beside your head, his skillful tongue swiping along the seam of your mouth. You almost moan at his tasteâa taste you never forgot.
Shoto slants himself against you, your bodies resembling a mess of limbs. He flips you over with ease, strong hands gripping your hips to seat you atop his shaking lap. The shivers that run down the expanse of his body donât go unnoticed, and you peck his lips once, then twice, before pulling away. Heâs staring up at you breathlessly, lust-blown eyes dark but widened as he takes in the sight of you.
âAre you okay?â you whisper, stroking along the edge of his scar. Shoto leans into your palm, his eyes briefly fluttering closed, relishing in your warmth that he was deprived of for so long.
âIâm okay,â he murmurs back, brushing his lips against your palm. âIâve just missed you so much.â
Your heart aches at his soft-spoken admission, and you kiss him again to tell him I missed you, too. This kiss is sweeter than the last, softer in its closed-mouth motions. His hand reaches up to palm your jawline, his other remaining on your hip. He sighs into you, breaking the kiss to leave fleeting pecks over your cheeks. âMy pretty girl,â he whispers into your skin.
His hand trails up and down your side, as he gently pushes you against his growing erection. You let out a whimper at just how hard he already is, the tent pushing against your clothed cunt teasingly. Grinding your hips down, you relish in the gasp Shoto lets out. Busying his hands with the hem of your loose tee, he pushes himself off of the bed to chase your lips.
Shoto kisses you with a fervour you damned yourself for running away from. He kisses you like he needs your taste on his tongue to live, like youâre a lifeline, and heâs teetering on the edge. Gentle teeth scrape against your bottom lip, just barely grazing your swollen skin. Pulling away to rid you of your top, Shoto bites his lips at the sight of your bare chest. He lays back, propping his head up on your pillows. Tracing a hand down his strong pecs, you tilt your head back at the sight of his complete enamour.
Red cheeks hollow as he takes in a shuddering breath, looking up at you with nothing but love and adoration. âYouâre perfect,â he breathes out, his hands tracing your sides so slowly. His thumbs, calloused from years of hero work, barely graze the underside of your breasts before his hands trail back down to your thighs.
âTake these off fâme,â Shoto urges, tugging gently on the fabric of your shorts. Those dark eyes never leave your face, as though heâs committing it to memory.Â
You donât hesitate to obey his request, shifting off of his lap just enough to tug off the last of your clothing, fingers dipping beneath the band of your panties to take them off as well. Shivering, you sit back down on his lap, biting down on your bottom lip as you lean back. Shoto makes it clear how much he appreciates the view youâve given him, his lustful gaze caressing your entire self. His eyes land on the apex of your thighs, and his bitten lips part in admiration.
A wide hand rests on your tummy, just below your belly button, as he gently pushes your hips back and forth. His other hand finds its way to your ass, gripping and rubbing the skin there in tandem with your movements.Â
You let out shallow breaths at the feeling of his rough jeans against your bare clit. Youâre sure youâre sopping wet already, soaking the front of his pants with your slick, but you canât find it in yourself to care when heâs looking at you like heâd cry if you stopped grinding down on him.
His eyes stay glued to where your hips meet, and he whispers your name lovingly. âCâmere,â he rasps out as he sits up with haste, wrapping those big arms around your midsection and pulling you even closer to him. Shoto kisses the tops of your breasts, moving up and up until his lips meet yours again in a searing kiss.Â
âMissed you sâmuch,â he gravels out against your lips, reaching up to cup your left tit. You whimper out when his thumb brushes against the hardened bud, his tongue following shortly after. His lips curl around your nipple as he kneads into you. Breaths leave your throat in shortened huffs as he bites down gently.Â
Pushing you gently, you find yourself on your back again with Shoto hovering over you. He lets go of your nipple with a pop, lips shiny with saliva as he kisses down your stomach. Arching into his affections, all you can do is lay there and bask in his gentle touches and sweet kisses.
âSho,â you whimper out when he mouths your skin lower and lower. Strong hands push your hips up until your dripping cunt is in front of his face, and your legs are dangling over his shoulders. Your back arches deeply, his fingers digging into your sides to keep your bottom half suspended in the air. Itâs almost embarrassing how wet youâve gottenâyou canât recall the last time youâve felt this aroused. âPleaseâŠâ
Shoto smiles at you softly, looking at you through his lashes as he brushes his lips against your clit, making you jolt. âPatience, baby,â he chuckled. âI havenât tasted your sweet pussy in too long. Let me take my time with you, yeah?â
When he asks so nicely, how can you refuse?
He leaves open-mouthed kisses where your inner thigh meets your pelvis, kissing and licking just around where you need him most. Pathetic moans slip through your wobbling lips as you press them together, trying not to be too loud. Your body is goo in his hands, and he knows this well. He easily keeps your back arched up off the bed, his beefy arms not straining at all.
When his lips finally close on your weeping cunny, you cry out louder than intended. âShh,â he whispers, sitting back just far enough to leave you whimpering for more. âDonât wanna wake the baby, do you?â Those teasing eyes meet yours again, and his teasing expression softens ever so slightly at your already fucked out look. âBe good and quiet fâme, love.â
âOkay,â you stammer out, screwing your eyes shut when he kitten licks at your slit.
Shoto kisses your inner thigh with a grin. âGood girl.â
Without missing a beat, he attaches his lips to your pussy once more, his skilled tongue licking and prodding exactly where he knows it makes your legs shake in pleasure. He eats you out with such expertise as if it hasnât been over two years. You wouldnât be surprised if he had a map of your body memorized.
Long, thick fingers push at your entrance, just barely pushing in before pulling out. âMore, please,â you beg under your breath, arching into his mouth. âPlease, Sho. I can take it.â
Shoto hums as he sucks on your clit gently, drawing circles over the bundle of nerves immediately after. âI know you can, baby. This pussy was made just for me,â he sighs into you, the loud slurping noises coming from the point of contact making you curl in on yourself. âYou were made just for me, baby.â
He finally pushes two fingers in, curling up just how you like it. He groans as his tongue moves with ardour, his eyes rolling back behind closed lids as he savours your taste. âFuck,â he mumbles. âMissed this sâmuch.âÂ
Shotoâs fingers push in and out, in and out, your slick gushing around them as the filthy sound of your clenching cunt fills the room. His lips are glued to your clit, drunk on your wetness as he fingers you deeply.Â
âIâm close,â you warn him, gripping the sheets tightly. Your body jerks, your thighs shaking and closing around his head as you feel the string in your tummy grow taught. âShoââ
âI know,â he growls, kissing your clit again as he looks back up at you. He watches your face twist and scrunch in pure pleasure, moaning at the sight. Pushing a third finger in, his eyes slip closed at the feeling of you clenching tightly around him. âCome for me, baby. Need to feel you come.â
His voice drips with honey, coating your body in its warmth as your back bends. âFuck,â you cry, slapping a hand over your mouth as your thighs tremble hard. âIââ
Before you can say anything else, youâre cumming around his fingers harder than you ever have in the time away from him. Fat tears line your lashline as he fingers you through your orgasm, lazily licking figure eights around your clit as he continues to push his fingers into you gently. He doesnât stop, making you come again and again until youâre weakly pushing his head away.
His tongue laps your pussy clean, the lower half of his face covered in your slick when he finally sits back. You watch with lidded eyes as he wraps his lips around his fingers, his tongue jutting out to lick them until theyâre no longer soaked with your essence. Moaning, you reach up for him, grasping weakly at his clothed chest. âNeed you,â you plea, pushing at his clothes in a sad attempt to take them off.
Shoto only chuckles, leaning over to kiss you. He tastes of mint and musk, the taste of your come on his tongue making your eyes cross. He holds you tight, pressing you against his chest, and his hands run up and down the length of your spine. His head tilts, his mouth ajar as he licks into your wet cavern.Â
Leaning back, you kiss and lick at his face, cleaning him of your juices. He only sighs blissfully at your ministrations, stroking your hair out of your face as he presses his lips against your temple. âI love you,â he murmurs. âGod, do I love you.â
You leave one more kiss along his jaw, settling back onto the mattress as you look up at him. His hair is messy, tousled from the many breathless kisses youâve exchanged in the last hour. His rouge-tinted cheeks make him look younger than he is, yet you can see fine lines at the corners of his eyes and between his brows.Â
âI love you, Sho,â you declare softly, tucking his long bangs behind his ears. He gazes at you with more affection than you think youâve ever seen him express, and it takes everything in you not to combust on the spot. You trail one hand down his chest, dropping down to his tented pants. Palming his clothed hardness, you glance at him pleadingly, smiling at the moan he emits the second your hand grazes his hard-on. âI need you now, please.â
Shoto nods, kissing the crown of your head before leaning back. You watch with careful eyes as he undresses, his hands moving with less grace than heâs known for. As he fumbles off his shirt, you unbuckle his belt, throwing it haphazardly across the room. You barely register the thud it makes as you tug down his pants. His hard cock slaps against his abdomen, coated with precum.Â
Fully nude, you sit back to admire Shoto in his entirety. There are many scars you donât remember littered over his muscled body, and your fingers trace them gently. âI almost forgot how pretty you are,â you say, sitting up to kiss his collarbone.
âPretty?â he repeats, laughing softly as he grips at your waist.
You hum. âVery pretty, Sho.âÂ
Unable to wait any longer, he manoeuvres you back onto the pillows, adjusting you as he places one beneath your hips. âGotta have you now, baby,â he groans into you, reaching down to fuck into his fist. You watch with wide eyes as he rubs himself for a moment more, pushing your thighs up against your chest.Â
Pushing his angry cockhead against your slit, he thrusts shallowly against your soaked pussy. A low moan rumbles out of his throat when his head catches on the hood of your clit. He uses a thumb to guide his length to your entrance, a whimper of your name tumbling from those bite-swollen lips once he finally pushes into you.
Your jaw drops as a wanton noise claws out of your throat. Shoto is sure to move slowly, only moving in an inch of his dick at a time before pulling out. You had forgotten how thick Shotoâs cock is, the stretch of your swollen pussy around his length burning through your body. âS-ShoâŠâ
He groans at your voice, dropping his head to your shoulder as he fucks into you slowly. âI know, baby,â he lets out breathlessly. âI know. Youâre doing so well fâme.âÂ
His hips finally press against you after some time, his dick pushing against your pulsing gummy walls. He stills, letting you get used to the intrusion as he kisses you again and again. Propping himself on his elbows, he shakily brushes your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. âYou okay, baby?â
Nodding fervently, you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing his chest flush against yours. âYeah.â Your voice comes out weakly, barely above a whisper. âYou can moveââ correcting yourself, you look up at him with pleading eyes. ââplease move.â
Without another word, he pulls out slowly, only to thrust back into your hole nice and deep. A loud groan leaves his lips as he settles into a quick tempo, his hips slapping against the back of your thighs as he starts to really fuck into you.Â
Barely keeping your eyes open, you watch his expression twist with gratification, his brows tilting upwards as his lips part. With lidded eyes, he watches you, too. âYouâreâfuckâso pretty,â he whimpers, pressing his forehead against yours as his thrusts become faster. âMissed you. Missed you sâmuch.â
Sitting up, he grabs at your waist as he fucks you zealously. His thumb flicks at your clit, rubbing tight circles that leave your legs shaking. His cockhead rubs at that spongey spot in your cunt with every thrust, making your eyes roll back. âSho,â you cry out, the thought of keeping your voice down long gone in your pleasure. âSho, Shoâ!â
His mouth opens as he lets out a stunted shout riddled with lust and overstimulation. âYouâre so fucking tight,â he grins down at you, his stomach flexing with each movement of his hips. âFuck, baby. Can feel you clenching around me sâtight. Are you close?â His words come out harshly, exertion tugging them from his throat sluggishly.
His thumb never stops over your clit, moving in tandem with his hips as he slams into you. Unable to form coherent words, you can only cry out in vague confirmation, grabbing at his forearms. You can feel your slick dripping down the slope of your ass, soaking into your pillow and the sheets beneath you.Â
Shotoâs smile falters as he feels his own orgasm near, his rhythm becoming desperate as his eyes screwed shut. His head drops, his mouth opening slightly as he chases his high. When your cunt grips tightly around him, heâs sure heâs going to lose it. Harsh breaths heave out of him, his flushed skin causing his hair to stick to his forehead.Â
âCome for me again, baby,â he begs, barely able to pry his lids open to look down at you. âPlease, come, please, please⊠Gotta feel youâŠ!â
Whether itâs from his words, the whimpering tone that tugs at his voice, or the way his cock throbs inside you as he nears his own high, you feel your orgasm crash over you in waves. âShoto,â you sob, your body jerking violently as you come hard. He lets out a high-pitched groan as he releases inside you, his thick seed filling you up in seconds. His hips tremble and twitch as he keeps shallowly thrusting, pushing both you and himself into overstimulation.
âI love you,â he mewls, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss as he wraps his arms tightly around your middle. Without pulling out, he slumps over you, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Laughing quietly, you weakly push at his shoulder. âYouâre heavy,â you complain, still breathless from the countless orgasms heâs pulled you through. âGet off, Sho.â
âNo,â he murmurs into the nape of your neck, cuddling into you tightly. âDonât wanna let go.â
You roll your eyes. âYou can hug me without crushing my ribs.â
Huffing, he rolls off of you, taking you with him as he lands on his back. You both groan lowly at the movement, his dick twitching inside you once you settle onto his lap again. âYouâre insatiable,â you comment, feeling him thrust weakly up into your wetness.
Shoto only grins up at you, showing off that rare smile you missed so dearly. âYou canât blame me,â he tells you, wrapping his arms around you. âI have so many years of love to show you.â He kisses your shoulder. âI meant it. Before, I mean. You are everything to me, and I know our baby will be too.â
Your eyes wet again, fresh tears bubbling at the corners before dribbling down your cheeks. âShotoâŠâ
Looking up at you, he stares with an indescribable look in his mismatched eyes. âI wanna be in your life. I want to be in his life, too, if youâll let me.â Leaning up, he kisses you sweetly. âSo, please, come back to me.â
You only manage to nod tearfully before the shrill cry of your baby echoes throughout the house. Shoto eases you off his messy cock, watching as his release dribbles out of you. He lets out a breath, kissing you sweetly before moving you off of him gently. No words are exchanged as Shoto throws his clothes back on, wrinkled and unkempt. He pauses to wipe you clean, using your shirt, after throwing you an apologetic glance.
A smile reaches your eyes as you watch Shoto bound out of the room to get your child.
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I make it sticky like
yeonjun x fem!reader
synopsis: you decide to ditch condoms.Â
warnings: đ!!! slight breeding kink?, no protection, talk of birth control, yeonjun calls reader baby, creampie, prob forgot some sorry
wc: 1.2kÂ
an: a little something for yeonjuns bday! not proofread sorry! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]
It wasn't a big deal when you suggested ditching condoms. the two of you on a facetime call while you sat alone in your apartment studying. yeonjun had been tasked by his roommates to pick a few things they had forgotten to grab for dinner. picking up the phone with a single question for you since he was already at the store.
âI donât remember if I left any spare condoms at your place and I know I'm out at mine after the last time you were over,â
âum let me check,â and even though you didnât live together you both had drawers of things at the other apartment. spare changes of clothes, toiletries, and random pieces of jewelry found in every nook and cranny. you shuffled over to your side first checking and coming up empty. When you pulled open yeonjuns drawer you found the little empty box holding it up in front of your phone to show him, âNope all used up,â you crumpled the thin cardboard tossing it in the bin next to your desk.
âI'll pick up a box for mine and a box for yours,â you could see him examining the fruit second in front of him,âhow do you know if youâre grabbing good apples?â he asks at the same time you say, âI mean you donât have to,â
you had already set your phone back up against your open laptop, pen in hand ready to get back to going over your notes when he muttered a soft, âwhat?â it was the way he had said it that made you look up. all efforts toward picking out the right fruit were gone as he thought over whether he had heard you right or not.
âI mean I've been on my birth control for a few months now but itâs just a suggestion if youâre more comfortable with condoms still that's fine too,â
âNo, I'll just leave them off the list then,â and he was back to looking at the apples, brows furrowed and his jaw tight, âand i'll just pick up strawberries instead,â
it was the end of that conversation and you didnât think about it much, you two had been having sex for longer than you expected the two of you to last without ditching condoms so it seemed so natural a progression. The fact you two hadnât forgotten once or twice to come prepared was something to be a little proud of. and when you wished yeonjun a safe drive back home hanging up your call you didn't think you would hear back from him until after dinner.
To your surprise, you got a knock on your door and he was standing right in front of you. âwhat are you doing here I thought-â
âI just dropped off whatever I got I couldnât stay there,â
you pulled open the door letting him in, âwhy? I thought you had been excited for-,â you had only just twisted the lock when he had you pinned against the door. hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours, you almost couldn't catch your breath, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt letting him have control.
âYou canât drop a bombshell and not reap the consequences,â he mutters in between kisses, lips working down your jaw, nipping at your skin.
âbombshell? jjunie what are you talking about?â but you realize almost as soon as the words are out of your mouth aided by the way his erection is pushed against you. âoh,â you breathe, his hips rocking against yours for friction. how you didnât realize the switch in his demeanor as soon as you made the suggestion was lost on you, but it was exactly the look he gave when teased him in public, all his short answers and slight pout making sense now.
âI need you so bad,â his hands already pushing into the waistband of your shorts. the two of you stumbled to your room and when the back of your legs hit the bed you fell back taking him along with you.
In all the time you've been together yeonjun never skipped out on getting you off at least once before having you get off another time on his cock. only he was frantic in stripping you down, your hand instinctively reaching out to the nightstand only for your wrist to be caught in his grasp, âall out,â he reminds you free hand circling your clit, dipping along your folds to check how wet you are.
âhabit,â you gasp, spreading your legs, rolling your hips to try and meet his fingers but he pulls his hand away to grab his aching cock.
as soon as he presses into you, you can tell the difference, the both of you letting out deep moans. every slow inch stretching you out, no barrier as you feel every ridge and vein. youâre practically sucking him in, his hips stuttering in their thrusts at the feeling of bottoming out, his face is pressed into your neck as he tries to calm himself, tell himself to take it slow but youâre a little devil as you mutter, âare you going to pump me full of your cum?â
you can feel his moan rumble through his chest, cock twitching inside you at the question. he doesn't even care if he seems desperate because he is, he won't ever hide that he wants you. âyes,â he nods, moving so that he notches the back of your knees in the crook of his elbows. âI'm going to make you fucking sticky with how much comes out,â
youâre completly stuffed full of his cock, hips snapping into yours as he picks up the pace, the soft slapping sounds growing louder and louder, the angel youâre at sends him right to you gspot, your head rolling back as you reach out to grab his biceps, nails digging into his skin. your orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach as yeonjun mumbles, âBeg, beg me for my cum,â
âPlease, please, I need it jjunie, I want to be stuffed full of it,â his hair is stuck to his brow, his moans building up in his throat as he gets sloppy with his thrusts. âI'm going to fuck you full of it baby,â he gives a particularly hard thrust that sends you over the edge, pussy convulsing around him as you cum.
âI'm gonna-â he canât even get the words out before his eyes are rolling back all his muscles tensing as he cums, body trembling as he shoots his hot load inside you every slow thrust pushing it further and further into you. his orgasm lasts so much longer than usual, the intensity shocking him as he presses himself against you, holding you as close as he can.
âfuck,â he says against your pulse trying to catch his breath, âI didnât think iâd cum so fast,â you canât help but giggle bushing your fingers through his hair. When he finally pulls out he looks in amazement, âPush it out baby,â thumb rubbing at your clit making you twitch as he watches how your mixed wetness drips down and out of you.
âI've wanted to see that for so longâ he slides his fingers through your folds picking up as much of his cream as he can before shoving it right back into you, your knees trying to close in at the sensation. âjust look at that,â he whispers looking at all the sticky slick on his fingers, âI could get used to this,â
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âThey donât fuck aroundâ
~ dealer!chris ~
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You wake up to the faint sound of a zipper and the rustle of fabric. Blinking in the dim light, you roll over on the couch to see Chris hunched over, stuffing things into his backpack. You donât say anything yet, just watching him move with purpose, his jaw clenched and his eyes sharp.
You stretch, the blanket falling off as you sit up. âChris?â you ask softly, your voice still thick with sleep. âWhere are you going?â
He barely looks up, tightening the straps on the bag before slinging it over his shoulder. âI got a deal ma-â he says, straightening up and running a hand through his hair. â-big oneâ
You feel a pang of worry but push it aside. Itâs nothing newâthis is just a part of his life. A part of your life. âCan I come?â you ask, sliding off the couch and padding barefoot toward him. âIâm bored, pleaaaseâ you whine, sticking your lip out like a child asking for candy.
Chris stops what heâs doing and looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. He steps closer, cupping your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up. âNot this time babyâ
âWhy not?â You can see something heavy behind his eyes, something heâs not telling you.
His thumb brushes against your lower lip, and he sighs. âThis oneâs differentâ he says, his voice low, serious. âThese guys Iâm meeting, theyâre not like the usual. They donât fuck around. Guns, the whole thing-â He pauses, his grip on your chin tightening just a little. â-If something goes south, I canât have you there. I wonât risk thatâ
His words hit you like a cold wave, and suddenly, youâre wide awake, nerves flickering in the pit of your stomach. âChris...â Your voice falters. ââŠwhat about you?â
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, soft kiss thatâs meant to soothe you, but it only makes the knot in your stomach tighter. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, his voice a murmur. âIâll be fine, ma. Iâve done this before. You just need to trust me, okay?â
You nod, even though you donât trust this feeling, you swallow the anxiety. âOkayâ you whisper.
Chris pulls back, as he reaches into his pocket. âHere-â he says, holding out a thick wad of cash, rolled up tight with an elastic band. â-go out, spoil yourself, spoil your friends. Donât worry about me. Iâll be back before you know itâ
You stare at the money for a second before looking up at him. âChris, I donât care aboutââ
âI knowâŠi know you donât. But itâll keep your mind off things. Go have fun. Iâll text you when Iâm doneâ with one more kiss to your forehead he presses the roll of cash into your hand, and then heâs gone, slipping out the front door with a quick glance back, like heâs making sure youâre staying put.
You stand there, holding the cash, listening to the quiet of the apartment after heâs left. The usual calm that comes after he leaves for a deal doesnât settle over you this time. Instead, a heavy, unsettling feeling lingers.
You toss the money on the coffee table and sit on the couch, pulling your knees to your chest. Where youâll stay, until Chrisâ text comes through.Â
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